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Posted by Craig Moore on Sunday August 20, @09:11PM
from the planetary-memory-lane dept.
Many moons ago back in the early eighties, my wife Meryl
and I performed in the first American batch of the Rites of Eleusis, which were put
where put on by Shandra. Meryl and I were at all the entire first batch
of rituals. I myself played Sol and Meryl, Scorpio Apophis; Grady
played Bez, and I must say that having Grady dance on my coffin
was a singular experience. I remember at one point in the Sol
ritual that heat in the room grew intense and it was as if a
beam of molten gold light entered the room through the window.
I was standing there in my white robe and everything was quiet
and still and all I could do was bask in the golden light, and
feel the power and glory and be grateful, as it was a kind of
peace and repose in the center of the maelstrom.
We played other parts in the various Rites, and we were in all the
Rites through Luna. I remember being Ganymede in the Rite of Jupiter.
I remember being a Centuar and playing Mercury in the Rite of
Mercury. (Or was it Virgo?) I remember a lot of odd occurances, like
lightning happening outside the window the night before the
Rite of Jupiter. A hawk circled the house all day during the Mercury
Rite. A sword slid off the altar in the Rite of Mars. There were
poltergiest knocks at one point in the Rite of Luna. A lot of other
strange happenings seemed to be swirling in and around the whole
Meryl and I had been a priest and priestess team at the Grand
Lodge for two years before, so even though we had no idea what we
were in for, the energy was potent, and we just channeled it as it
kept building and building. At one point -- I believe it was after
the Rite of Sol -- in the middle of the night we performed the Gnostic
Mass. Boy, that was bizarre. I can't for the life of me imagine why
we did that extra added performance, except that I think it was Shandra's
idea. After going through a whole day's ritual, it was like we were going
into overdrive at some Olympic marathon. It got a bit weird, I must say.
To this day I still feel the magick energy from the Rites reverberating.
It's like we are still performing them on some level. We always
think about those days and compare events in our daily lives to the
experiences we had while doing them. We still have powerful psychic
experiences. Meryl had a recent experience where she felt that she was
communicating with Shandra's spirit. I remember that I had
a dream about Shandra where she appeared in a white robe. I found out
a few days later that she had died at the same moment I woke from the
dream. Last night, Meryl and I were talking about Crowley and whether he
communicates with us, and a little while later Meryl saw an object
of light, the colors purple and green, pink and blue, with a small
rotating star in the middle of it. She was watching it float across the
room as I walked in, and was looking at something I could not see
and telling me about it. At other times we have both experienced balls
of light. One time we both had the same dream at the same time: we
both heard a voice saying, "It was carved out of the desert sand, do you
understand?" And we both woke up saying "Yes!" This happened not too long
after the Rites or maybe right around that time.
At any rate/rite, we left the Grand Lodge not too long after the Rites
and have been on our own ever since. I am not going to go into the reasons
for our departure from the Outer Order, only to say that there is the long
story and the short story, and the long and the short of it is: things got
a bit confused and weird, and personalities and politics are always in the
mix. We are Thelemites, and having had almost twenty years retrospective,
it's like we never left. I cannot explain that here, now, if there is any
sense of historical continuity in O.T.O. then Meryl and I have our place
in that history. Nothing can change that! 'World without end' and in
the eternal return of things perhaps it's a very minor footnote indeed,
but nevertheless, in the short history of O.T.O. since Crowley passed, I
feel that those first Rites since Aleister himself performed them
started a very important tradition in modern Thelema. I am proud to say
we played our parts.
Please if you have any questions, ask away!
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|Re: The First Rites
by Mordecai Shapiro on Monday August 21, @12:50AM
| There have been a few times over the years that I've heard or read people commenting on Grady McMurtry who apparently never experienced him as anything but a drunk or a grouchy asshole. And certainly I experienced him as such on occasion, but I also experienced him as a fount of Thelemic history, practical wisdom, and what I call "juice". I came to Grady with doubts about the whole spiritual quest, and he had the juice to jolt my chakras. If all he was for somebody was a befuddled old hippie, well, sorry, but they are the ones who've really missed out, because Grady was the Holy Spirit incarnate for those who could experience it.
|Re: The First Rites|
by Michael Sanborn on Monday August 21, @08:02AM
Mordecai, where on earth did this come from?
I'm not sure that I know Craig Moore, but I guess you must, because I don't see any aspersions cast against Grady in this piece at all. The writer seems to be keeping things on a positive note, even passing over whatever his reasons were for going off in another direction.
I've just reread Moore's piece three times looking for what you're responding to. What am I missing?
|Re: The First Rites|
by Mordecai Shapiro on Monday August 21, @12:26PM
Oh! I'm sorry if it looked like I was attacking Craig or his piece. It just tranported me back to that place and time. Remembering Grady as he was then led me to think about the man and his all too human faults which have been seized upon by many of his detractors, both then and now, and I just had to try to express how strongly he spiritually affected many people. Perhaps I should have done something more like http://egnu.org/people/aleph/ :-)
|Re: The First Rites|
by Michael Sanborn on Monday August 21, @03:15PM
|Re: The First Rites|
by Craig on Wednesday August 23, @01:42AM
never mind the ocean of silence
the wind of stars blowing in the dark night
never mind the new Aeon in her blue eyes
of fire behind the veil of the unknown
never mind how i placed you on the steller
alter of time and space, your lovely face
looking back at me with so much love and law
never mind the old Crowley books found in
used book stores, the ones with the far out
covers with so much mystery and so trippy
Moon child you are my sweet flower of evil
beyond good and evil, beyond the twilight
of the idols, never never never mind!, little one
follow me to invisible an temple of burning staffs
of black and gold surrounded by solar sixes of
Magick tears without all that phony fear and
loathing we were brainwashed with as judeaochristain
children, never mind that copy of THE BOOK OF THOTH, that you found one bright day in September
so many years ago, the book that changed your life
forever, never mind that you went though a million
changes in your mind, never mind the face of Crowley, thow art 'THAT' that you can never forget, as it
lookes out at you from The Confessions, as it looks
at you and those eyes tell you so much about the
things that you were told not to know, never mind
that you see THE BOOK OF THE LAW through those
ancient menicing orbs of light and liberty...
never mind: Had the manifestation of Nuit... never
forget to remember who you are, and what it is
your will to intiate, never mind the strange dreams and the fires of hell, that some day you will live to tell what you have seen, and where you have been in the astral realms of forbidden
knowledge, never mind all the obsticles placed in your way to attainment of the holy black flame
of words written in your glass skull of skulls,crossing the abyss of never mind!
never mind the days of madness and totality, vision and emptyness, ever mind the black birds
of the future flying out of your chest like
a great gapping hole into the cosmos of chaos, never never forget the decent into the underworld
that you made besides your self, into the great
never never land of the neither world, never mind
the necro-Gigerian serpent alters flaoting in
place on the many tongued horizen surrounded by
shew-torches of terror and ecstacy, whose bottemless pit of because is the source of the cobalt-blue pillars that stand all around on either side with ever-changing RUNE-GLYPHS slither
all on up and down the Lilithian lovely face of
midnights never mind, never mind the shadow of
fire within the shadow of the past with in the future
coming from a long way off, the above that is like
that which that which is below, the hierglyphic
presence within a presence that passes by your
prone form, like an upsidedown black triangle of
writhing dark pointy letters of NON
that appears like a tiger ghost warrior to measure
the life and death within your universal pulse,
those phantom mirror eyes that hold other dimenions, other revolutions of evolutions of
language, speaking the sign of truth and justice
never mind the psychic scars of past lives
the taboo tatoos of death and symbolic ressurection
that were burned into your psyche long ago, but
never mind that you are channeling the transmission from some Druidic circle of stones
some king making ceremony, some serpent cross
of wood and sex, never mind supersensonic sound
currents of golden ratios, the Tuatha de Danaan of
intire universes of beings in a purple and green
ball of light, never mind the rotating star of Babalon, the first and the last time you performed the Rites of Eleusis, Gnosis, Isis, Metamorphosis
never never mind the golden silver time unwinding
the eternal returning image of Aliester star...
his buddha like laughting face in a dream telling
you that 'all prophecy means NOTHING...and the
great liberation that stands for, the forever gone
sun in the morning of the magikians, gone in the wave of caves, of stone venus, gone in the moment of paradise lost
and found again the black fruit of idols of the
good and evil object at the end of time...never
mind that the lit Aeons still dreaming in the
blood red dawn, the revolution of the poem snake
at the feet of opening the starry portals of stars
through the furry hole in the sky, the shining ones appear in the vortex of liquid mirrors whose
circumference is no where to be found, in the flashing doors of doom and perception, never mind
the never never mind in the wild womb of the tomb
dog star were we came from, the transformation of
the mystic landscape through a flap in the tent
of our minds never mind the green meadows of
early childhood memorys of mystic dew, and dragon myst, never mind the wyrd of the ancient Now AEON
anta, ananata kia, Eureanya, ua ara lilia Tasos...
jaznanta jinngyp 217
|Re: The First Rites|
by Xnoubis on Saturday August 26, @10:46AM
I'm not entirely sure what triggered this, but cool poetry, anyway... :-)
|Re: The First Rites
by Craig on Monday August 21, @08:14PM
| ...look, i tried to write a discription, of those days, and describe what Meryl and i experianced,
i wrote very quickly and automaticaly as i am want to write, the thing is, i don't suppose anyone could care less about what happened twenty years ago to Meryl and Craig, maybe people just want to forget the early Grady days of O.T.O....
...Meryl and i however cannot forget, because it effected our whole lives, we could have been very advanced Thelemites within the OTO i believe, Jim
Greb wanted to give us special papers, making us the High Priest and Priestess of OTO, in fact he did but that was shot down...so many other weird things happened just as our star was rising, it was like we were getting too charged from channeling the energy we did, and things got fucking strange...so we just decided if we were not going to be supported by our brothern and sisters, then we would be better off on our own...
...thing is how many people get involved, and then
weird shit happens within the power structure, and
now the caliphate O.T.O. is moving along fine
and dandy, it's new caliph and a whole new generation of Thelemites, but what about the people, is it just about the generals?...is the OTO becoming another temple of Set?...another big orginazation where all that matters is the big mucky mucks!...it seems to me that Thelema is about the people that do Thelema, not just people that make careers out of it!...look i am not not tring to point fingers just an old Thelemite who
put thier lifes blood into Thelema...and looking for some feed back, or to give some feed back, without that how de we know where we are going ???
...anyway Meryl and I are doing our Hermetic thing,
and we still channel the energy, it just comes through us, we are who we are, the 93 current will
always be with us...so onward and forward people,
keep up the GREAT WORK!...93 93/93
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