A Brief History of the Teaching

In the holiday spirit, I offer this story that I first heard in Atlanta back in the Eulis Lodge days.

About 2500 years ago, a teacher was born named Siddharta. He grew up, experienced suffering, became enlightened, taught. Eventually, he died.

God greeted him warmly: "Siddharta, my boy! Wonderful job! Here, come and sit at my right hand."

About 500 years later, a teacher was born named Yeheshua. He grew up, experienced suffering, became enlightened, taught. Eventually -- rather suddenly, in fact -- he died.

God greeted him warmly: "Yeheshua, my boy! Great job! I might have done a few things differently myself, but regardless, come and sit at my left hand."

Not quite 1900 years later, a teacher was born named Aleister. He grew up, experienced suffering, became enlightened, taught -- and had a really interesting time of it. Nonetheless, eventually he died.

God greeted him very warmly: "Aleister, Aleister, my boy! Superb job! Here, come and sit on my lap."

"HEY!" Aleister said, gesturing with his thumb, "Outta my chair!"

And a Wicked Crowleymas to us all.

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