The Pantacle

Some diary thoughts coming in.

URIEL

I was re-upping with PoW! CoP! (JMG’s first books on Cabalistic Golden Dawn magic, a system that I affectionately call GENGHIS KHAN after twenty-plus years, while Thelema is noticed as THE OLD BOY) after three years of mostly evocation — which is covered in GENGHIS KHAN and how. It occurred to me that I had never completed the meditations on the elements of the quarters. I had finished Earth but had not gotten to Air, Water, and Fire. It was a strange oversight that I always intended to repair but never could.

Fast forward twenty years. I did not notice the unstated gerry-meandering between the Golden Dawn and Thelema, wherein Thelema gets The Lesser Key of Solomon and the Golden Dawn theoretically gets The Key of Solomon and never does it. I had worked with that gorgeous now-Thelemite floor design for over a decade, so it didn’t occur to me to not call those spirits. So I committed a fortunate mistake and did the wrong grimoire, propelling a Golden Dawn Neophyte into being gawked at by THE OLD BOY and GENGHIS KHAN simultaneously who then started to gasp! experiment, for some reason, and PAIMON suggested that I involve the Norse work in this multiverse that no one can work but me.

CALLS COMING IN, PAIMON was suggested by punters to destroy you in SOLOMON he always takes out the KRAMPUS — and bring you to your knees and humbled somehow into Santeria — No one noticed Thelema because it is always COWING over there and please fight some more, okay? — and I found the whole thing so interesting I just did it for five years, despite the losses, which were noticed as being too much, so I went back to GENGHIS KHAN all the time as well and that was when I noticed that I had not completed the meditations on Air, Water, and Fire.

So I started that. Earth got me pulled together and not careening about, solidified in the normal world of religion — Tex-Mex Judaism being normal — with its sense of sanity, and whistling while I worked.

Air caused me to move to the one neighborhood that I really want to live in and kept me safe from a Covid lockdown full of careless Covid. Air also brought in the visual art part of the blog and enhanced it so much.

Water brought me a beautiful love and the restoration of my glorious sailboat, which I have to this day and it will, in due time, be my part-time home.

Fire brought a sense of having accomplished what we needed with that gorgeous fellow and some kind of impasse now BURNT DOWN, and finally it is time to do hoodoo again, which has lots of candles in it.

As I moved into Spirit, it was clear that I needed to call the Enochian Angels. I briefly flirted with doing it in Modern Magic, but that is an entire magical universe that I do not know and do not have time to get to know. I respect and regard it, but not to be of it. I am also not really fine with going into Thelema right now. I had reached 3=8 of the Golden Dawn and need to finish.

Now the extant Golden Dawn Order I was in years ago has changed its name so many times who can tell what it is now? I can say it was first the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, then it was the Hermetic Order of the Morning Star, then it was the Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn, then the Collegium Spiritu Sancti, then a couple more, and now it has once more split and become the Los Angeles Golden Dawn. This flopping about looks like a giant fiasco but isn’t. I have been involved with all four lineages of the Golden Dawn at some point, and am reminding everyone that the original Golden Dawn was designed to do exactly this. As Dion Fortune relates, when an Adept reached the point of being able to do so, they would be invited by the Spirit to go off away from the original lodge and form their own group doing the kind of magic(k) that interests them. So the Adepts have been right in splitting up.

I have given this Order a secret name just to keep me sane. It is now to be dubbed THE HERMETIC ORDER OF THE GARAGE BAND and will of course just bang a gong.

I am so involved with the WHIRLING APOCALYPSE Cabalistic Golden Dawn of JMG — and this blog is only my opinion, no one else like him will touch it — that it does not seem right for me to try to have my own classic lodge when so much of my requirement is this. So I have opted to restore my affiliation with THE ORDER and re-do the course work, and THE ORDER has been gracious about THE WHIPPET and all the crazy like I never told u we were doing drugs. If I had smoked a dooby with the Angels, I would have known everything while also there is the Most Favored Nation status between Thelema and THE GAME and no one can predict or control how THE GAME will function in my body. Time for the RUBRIC that, when it enters the magical universe of JMG, comes with a calling card like coffin spell is CREAM PUFF. Hitler should not have come to New York. The Perfect Storm will be discussed later. GOETIABLATHER also What happened to my spells? JMG wrote three books on swords and how are Vikings involved with that?

Precisely the point with GENGHIS KHAN’s magical universe. It is also a geek world of doing stuff.

I think back with fondness on Robert Zink’s original grade work. Zink is a masterful salesman and leader who used to tell us, about every forty-five minutes, “My stepfather bludgeoned my mother to death when I was seventeen.” (So that is what you are getting and you need to take care of yourself.) All the Great Adepts tell their character flaws. The Torah is a never-ending ROUT of exactly that, and you need to sit there and listen to it every freaking year, because G-d demands it, and it is healed until the Rabbis say NO THAT BAD JUST APPEARS BAD IT IS REALLY GOOD. Frankly, it is also bad.

Zink’s Golden Dawn was designed for the guy who works at the gas station to be able to enter the most complicated and sophisticated magical universe imaginable, and it did exactly that. It hit all kinds of notes.

Those of us who worked with Frater PDR would probably say with Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way–in short, the period was so far like the present period that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”

The last time I checked in with THE ORDER, it was still using the old grade work, and that was wonderful, for it has an egregore the best of times, the worst of times.

I respect that.

But the new grade work penned by my choice of Adepts, FLYROS, is superlatively beautiful, the fruit of a lifetime in Hermetics, and I am looking forward to entering the magical universe of this Great Adept.

And many of us also remember the late Richard “Skip” Dudschus of a different lineage as the most glorious teacher of Golden Dawn imaginable.

Back in the day, it was normal to go into Hermetic lodges. About ten years ago, everyone was saying, Will the last person out of lodges please turn off the lights?

MASSIVE FACEPALM was predicted by the actual magicians on all sides, but who am I to be in a five-dollar t-shirt telling a millionaire how to do stuff.

We are better as COWS.

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