So I went to my usual cafe/tobacconist/hookah bar earlier today to check on an order, and had to run into someone there I could have gone without seeing ever again: this schizophrenic, extremely religious lady Kim. I thought I had evaded her, but she saw me and talked to me. Then she pulls out this homemade religious tract for me to take. I said, “no, that’s not for me.” She said, “yes, it is.” I said, “no, it really isn’t.” But she insisted that I take it just in case I knew anyone I could give it to. I then took it and said, “I’m taking it, but just for you.” That was good enough for her. It’s got “REPENT!” written in there at least three times, I think, and other typical preachiness.
Can you imagine if I made some Thelema tracts and shoved them in people’s faces?
There’s a big difference between proselytising and promulgating. One pesters, and the other plants seeds. If you have to pester someone to join your cult then it might not be all it’s cracked up to be. When you plant a seed, you leave an idea and hope it takes root. If it doesn’t, so be it. Then you go about your life.
But I would suspect that genuine Christians are more often seed planters. The rest are just seeking company and self-justification. Misery loves company.
It’s always disappointing to come across someone who has bought into the rumour that Aleister Crowley was actually involved in child sacrifice. Then I am compelled to find every quote that debunks it since people don’t bother to find out for themselves. No one, dead or alive, should have their names soiled by ignorance.
lvxoccvltist said: For real, I know people that buy into that crap. He may not have been the best person around, but he didn’t kill anybody, especially children.
He was the “shock rocker” of the time, and is certainly responsible for bringing upon himself the bad attention, but he probably thought, "oh, let them stumble upon their naiveté." Anyone who dares to step into these hidden waters will be the ones to know better, while everyone else can get drunk on hearsay and semantics.
On a lighter note…
After hearing all of the drama regarding the Ferguson riots I thought that whole situation screamed post-punk chamber noise band, so I created these images as faux album covers (front and back) for my faux band called ferguson.
The original images were not taken by me, but they were taken on location. I found them in a Google search, then I just added some layers and filter effects. The first image originally just had billowing smoke behind the guy, so I added the fire effect.
The question is: do I leave this as just a joke, or should I actually assemble some musicians and do a one-off music project as an ode to the whole situation?
Reposting here from my social/political rants blog.
theogonic-symphonic-tragedysaid: what you know of him (his work) will live on forever. Worry more on how you might prevent such despair for those still fighting their fight, would be my advice (not that you want it). <3
Absolutely. That’s precisely my point. I’ve always felt it to be part of my purpose in this life to do just that, and I hope that I have helped in those times of need. Sometimes you just never know, but you keep going, because you can’t dwell on the what ifs and expect to be present for others. That can often occur, making yourself into a mess, like a sin-eater.
To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust.
— Henry David Thoreau “Walden” (via mysterium-esoterica)
The death of Robin Williams is really started to affect me now. At first it was just shocking, but after having watched a lot of his stuff it’s making me sad. I really don’t think a celebrity’s death has ever bothered me like this. I didn’t know about Bill Hicks until years after his death so that didn’t have any affect, and I wasn’t as big of a fan of George Carlin for that to affect me, either. Robin Williams, though, has been a joy to me since I was a kid, and the fact that he killed himself just makes it worse.
His purpose in life was to bring others out of their funk, and yet he had his own demons; and none of us will ever know if he had anyone there to help him. He could have been struggling all alone. I know he had some estate issues that probably only added to his depression.
It’s just a total shame, and it should remind everyone how important it is to not dismiss or ignore those who struggle with depression no matter how inconvenient or uncomfortable it might be for you, because that person is far worse off than you could ever imagine about your own life. If someone reaches out to you, reach back, and understand that a cry for help won’t always be obvious or direct. Even if they are clearly done with life, and you feel there’s nothing more that you can do, you can still just be there so that they’re not alone.
With all of the love and appreciation we’ve all shown him as dedicated fans in these last couple of days I’m sure he’s beaming with joy somewhere on the other side, and will take that with him into his next life.
We miss you and love you, Robin, and we’ll see you again.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
1 Corinthians 13: 4-8
In all of our struggles, trials and tribulations we must always keep this message in mind, and not let fear sway us. It doesn’t matter if you’re Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Wiccan, Jewish, Atheist or whatever. Some things simply are, and unchangeable. It isn’t exclusive to one set of beliefs or the other. It isn’t a special gift or reserved for a few. It’s eternal and infinitely available, and we are all capable of embracing it and giving it, especially to those who may wrong us. Transmute all darkness to light, all hate to love.
Insist, dear friends, on having your Soul get near to the Creator and pulse of the Universe. Never let yourselves take refuge in the superficial things of faith. Seek great experiences of the Soul, and never turn your back on them when the Universe sends them, as It surely will. True religion is Spiritual sympathy with Spiritual obedience to God. Its voice cries to man, “Come, understand your Soul! Come, hear the voice of God!”
Great responses to my posts, everyone. It’s always nice to know you’re not alone in your thinking. We won’t always agree with every little thing, nor should we. All that matters is that common denominator. As the saying goes, “the Devil is in the details.” That may have its own meaning, but I like to think it means you’ll just wrack your brain and further divide yourself by focusing on all the nuances of faith.
But then again, where’s the fun avoiding scrutiny and examination of the mysteries? After all, occultism is all about the method of science, and the aim of religion. :)