On 7 Jun, 01:21, 104
none.com> wrote:> mary cain wrote:
>> I'm not at all familiar with the membership or politics of the OTO so I
>> can't answer that. I am curious as to what you mean about Thelemic
>> apologetics, if you care to elaborate?
>
> To describe plagiarism as you did there, would certainly be a form of
> apologetics if it was put forth by a Thelemite/Crowleyite.
>
> Something of note in Crowley's version is that it is dualistic (or
> pantheistic?), having two gods, whereas the Greek version doesn't.
> Whether that indicates a lack of understanding by Crowley of the
> original Greek text, or something done purposefully by him, remains to
> be seen.
>
>> How do you equate Mars to Geburah? Not picking just wondering if you know
>> something I have yet to encounter.
>
> The Square of Mars has five rows. Or maybe I said it just because Dion
> Fortune says so in "Mystical Qabalah" :p
>
>
>
>>> 18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be
>>> upon them!
>
>>> Mercy refers to the Pillar of Mercy and when Geburah says "Mercy be let
>>> off" this is a very big hint that this is unbalanced Geburah.
>
>> Or, could it be a clue to the possibility that Christianity manipulated the
>> stalks? A mother's son...Binah, projecting the word of the
>> father...Chokmah, that was received in the form of the Holy Dove (feminine)
>> and so one who is supposed to represent the law and the conditions under
>> which it is uttered speaks with the authority of the father and the mercy of
>> the mother? Just a thought. At this point, we would not have made it to
>> Geburah yet.
>
> I think the text makes it positively obvious it is Geburah. It appears
> to me to be the main reason it says "I am a god of war", in order to
> alert the careful reader of which Sephiroth it is hinting at. How about
> this:
>
>
http://www.thumbprint.net/Qlippoth.htm
>
> "Inverted Geburah
> Demon: Moloch.
> Vice: Tyranny.
>
> Samael Aun Weor stated:
>
> "Moloch, a luminous Angel of yore, a horrid King besmeared with
> the blood of human sacrifices, with the tears of parents and the
> desperation of mothers. Though for the loud noise of drums and timbales,
> unheard went the cries of their children, who passed through fire to be
> pitilessly immolated to this execrable monster, once a beautiful God
> from other times…
>
> "The Ammonites worshipped him in Rabba and its watery Plain, in
> Argob and in Basan, to the stream of utmost Arnon…
>
> "The legend of the centuries state that Solomon, son of David,
> King of Zion, built a temple to Moloch right on that opprobrious hill.
>
> "The seven Lords of time state that subsequently, this wise old
> King dedicated a sacred grove in the pleasant Valley of Hinnom to such a
> fallen Angel…
>
> "Such a fecund perfumed land, for such a fatal motive, then
> changed its name for Tophet and black Gehennan, a true type of hell…"
> (Quoted from Parsifal Unveiled)
>
> Geburah is Hebrew for Justice, Strength, Courage.
>
> Its opposite is Inflexible Rigor, Tyranny.
>
> We are in the realm of Moloch when we do not know how to use our own
> power.
>
> Moloch is represented in the form of a brazen bull. People in ancient
> times *sacrificed children* to Moloch."
>
> Chapter 3 of 'Liber Al' reads as though someone is pretending it is a
> speech by Moloch.
>
> "12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: *after a child*."
>
> Is just one example. It's just too obvious for Crowley not to have seen
> it, which is why I take the stance I do at present and think he made it
> all up rather than it being a genuine contact with some kind of
> praeter-human being.
And I have now realized I was probably over-estimating Crowley and
this early work of his. I am for the first time reading his
Confessions and good god what an idiot. He is a bloody Walter Mitty!
All those yarns about him being the bestest ever at everything (he
even ALMOST invented aeroplanes, you know? the dear thing. That's how
clever and super-duper-special he was, neener neener neener!) just
indicates he probably had some kind of inferiority complex or
something similar and was overcompensating in other ways. Mainly with
his quite obvious self-delusions and lies about his many
accomplishments and titles and the need to try and impress people so
that he would feel adored. He didn't get much love from his mother as
a child then?
Anyway, I've now changed my mind and Crowley didn't write Liber Al as
a joke.
He wrote it to create his very own religion so he could be his very
own prophet and have his very own admirers and worshipers so he could
feel vewy vewy special and loved. Once in charge then no-one could
ever send him to bed with no supper ever again! *sulk* The fact he
expresses qlippothic Geburah in chapter three of Liber Al is not some
occult in-joke but an actual reflection of the state of his own
psyche! Any true Initiate knowledgeable in Kabbalah would have spotted
this in his Magical Diary and proposed to work on it. Now I've seen
the Light, I have seen a new vision of Crowley writing this Chapter.
It is infantile, petulant and spiteful in nature. Like some little kid
whose mummy has sent him to his room with no supper, he goes to his
toys and makes up a pretend story to punish mummy and her friends and
those just like them. The Big Bad Strong toy Army Soldier is now his
New Super Dooper avenger-God that will destroy and punish those who
have had the temerity to question his actions. Including mummy and
daddy. So there! neener neener neener!
I think it's time for a re-post of Liber Laird of the Donkeys ,
because Crowley was definitely an Ass :
Laird of the Donkeys
---------------------
1. The Carrott
i. Belive in Me Oh thow who art the wisest amungst the hole of my
creatshion! Oh My chosen ones! Thou art the 3l33t and greatley blessed
are ye and very very special !
ii. Store up your tressures in Heaven oh rightuous belivers! The Laird
shall shower his loving gerosity on thee for all eternaty if ye belive
and do good stuff!
iii. The Laird shall not forgot His faithfull on the Day of Judgemint!
You shall eat rivers of hunney and tress blossuming full of manna
under
a bright blue sunney ski where it's not too hat and not too cold!
iv. Oh Great and Faithful Chosen ones! Give praises twenty times a day
to the Laird your Gawd. Be as Babes in the sacred assana and chant the
sacred mantra EEAAWE! (*1) For ye will reep your bountyful reawed
stored
in Heavun on The Day of Judgmint! I am the Laird your Gawd, Murrciful
and Protecting!
v. For the faithful belivers I have created the whole Earth and 79
heavuns to choose from! Whole boxes of cakes and crates of fine whine
are in store for Belivers! Ye shall have cakes and fine whine aplenty!
And sex, lots of sex too! Can't say fairer than that eh!!??! How many
other Gawds do you know offer that then!!?! OK, ok, I'll supply the
entertainment as well! Geez! You guys drive a hard bargin!
2. The Stick
i. Dark and Dire is The Punishment for Disbelivers!!! Be Warned for I
AM
THE LAIRD YOUR CRATER and thou canst not escape my WRATHFULL
JUDGEMINTS
upon thee!
ii. Disbelivers are all Doomed to Eternal Punishment in the
8,679,837,694,732 Hells of Fire and Brimestone!! Nothing can save
those
who question Me from Destructshon! Cursed by the Laird their Gawd are
they!
iii. The Laird thy Gawd knows your every thought, you can no escape my
Fury, I am THE ALMYTEE! Fear the Laird thy GAWD! Pain and bloodshed is
the lot of disbelivers!! If you even have one itsy bitsy tiny smidgin'
of a bad thought about Me or My Profits then to HELL with you with the
rest of the unbelivers! You must belive in me and do as I say to be
saved OR YOU@LL REGRET IT!
iv. If there be one disbeliver amonsgt a family of belivers there
shall
be Dire Punishments for the lot of 'em!! Kill the disbelivers!! I am
the
Laird you must Obey Me!!
v. There is no Dom Perrignon or Bollinger in any of the Hells! No
vodka,
whiskey, gin or bourbon either oh thou cursede unbelivers! No meat nor
KFC or McDonalds for you lot! Oh, and no sex neither! None, zilch,
zero,
nada! So Repent and Belive or... or, or I'll get Angry! And you
wouldn't
like Me when I'm Angry! And I'll sulk as well, so there! And don't
make
me cry for my dummy either or.... yoooou'll beeee soOOoorrryyy!
*1. The sacred Assana and chant is performed by crawling along the
floor
on hands and knees while chanting EEAWE (pronounce EE as in KEY during
a
sudden inbreath and AAWE as in DOOR on the outbreath).
Copyright - The Laird Gawd.
