Saturday, May 29, 2010

A Time for War and Love

Uranus blasted his way into Aries over the previous week; as a result, most of the Aries you'll meet that are susceptible to this influence are probably hyper-powered, hopped-up megalomaniacs with absolutely no moral standards.

Which is totally awesome. At least if you're me. To quote, with amusement:

“Uranus’ movement into your sign foreshadows an epic adventure of radical personal empowerment that will take you through most of the next decade. As Uranus moves into your sign, you’ll find yourself subject to the “Magneto Transit,” where your latent mutant abilities rise to the surface, and your tolerance for mere humans falls to an all-time low. Enjoy.

Saturn’s direct station this week helps clarify exactly what you need to do to maintain your physical and financial health. Pay attention to the messages and find a way to gladly pay the cost to keep the physical layer of your life healthy.”

Now, if anyone can kindly explain why this shit hits me about two to three weeks early, or why it began on the Equinox, I'd gladly like to know.

Anyway, I have no small amount of experience with the, err, Luciferian Gnosis. Because I'm a shameless heretic and a guiltless exile from at least one Proper Religious Institution. But all of that aside, I'm more like a Gnostic Luciferian Infonaut. (Honestly, I could string together bizarre labels like that all day and it'd never get old. I can never properly express the amusement I feel with the act.) There's a few reasons for that, namely the fact that Lucifer wasn't the figure behind the idea of Satan until Tertullian, Origen, and a few other early Christian writers created him.

How you have fallen from heaven,
O morning star, son of the dawn!
You have been cast down to the earth,
you who once laid low the nations!

You said in your heart,
“I will ascend to heaven;
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God;
I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly,
on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain.

I will ascend above the tops of the clouds;
I will make myself like the Most High.

- Isaiah 14:12-14

Here we see the primary justification for the use of the name, represented by the “Morning Star” – or the Star Holding Out Against God. However, the passage is in fact referring to the Babylonian king who stands before the wrath of God:

But you are brought down to the grave,
to the depths of the pit.

Those who see you stare at you,
they ponder your fate:
“Is this the man who shook the earth
and made kingdoms tremble,

the man who made the world a desert,
who overthrew its cities
and would not let his captives go home?

- Isaiah 14:15-17

There was even an early sect of Christians known as Luciferians, in that they followed the Bishop Lucifer of Cagliari. St. Jerome wrote about them in his Liber Contra Luciferianos. As such the figure exists mostly in the traditions of diabology, and has very little (at least in common conception) with the figure that exists within strict scripture. John Milton noticed this, and as such he uses the name Satan to designate his villain/hero in Paradise Lost and the word Lucifer is presented as the Angel was in Heaven.

However, the tradition of Diabology has always ignored this and so the figure of Lucifer has continued on in literature – from Paradise Lost to Cain by Byron – and as Steve Brust's marvelous To Reign in Hell suggests, will continue so long as Christianity exists.

Having suggested that now is a good time to ride such a current, let me introduce the antidote: you need to work Venus. Love, compassion, empathy: these are the counter-balances to being an exiled badass filled with Rage Toward the Unjust:

“Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.”

- Milton, Paradise Lost: Book 1:249-263

Incidentally, this is exactly what Byron suggests to a degree in Cain when Lucifer and the Lord duke it out in the heart and mind of Cain. Lucifer's desire for individuation, and separation from God is completely sympathized with in Byron's work, however the underlying warning is that love is absolutely necessary to counter-balance the extreme force of this distancing of one's self from the world around one. In Paradise Lost, the hero of Satan is transformed into his monstrousness by the end of the play by his continued assault on the Almighty, even after coming to realize that he can't win the war. Rather than seeking peace in exile and searching for the answers, he instead pursues the course of pure onslaught; and knowingly drags man down with him.

That's Milton's take, and ironically enough – though he misinterpreted the motives of Milton in treating Lucifer/Satan heroically (we're meant to identify with Lucifer for a reason) – Byron tends to agree with this assessment. Cain's error is in listening only to Lucifer, rather than reconciling the two deviated points of view within himself.

As such my suggestion – having hunted for the answer for many years and enjoyed life much more after finding it – is to work with compassion as well as the other side of the coin.

Incidentally, I also think this transit and it's “counter-balance” as proposed has popped up in a few blogs (RO, Kenaz, POS, and even Venus Satanas).

There is no need for the current of individuation – even rejection – and that of compassion or union with the divine to be seen as opposites. They work in conjunction with each other; things rejected, things embrace, things reconciled.

Oh. If you can't tell, it's also a good time to be a bit Dionysian. Lessen the strain during your “infernal war,” take a few days off, make some love and don't try to blast any Magickal Orders out of existence.


On his way out of town shortly.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Confessions of a Comic Book Junkie

I'm a huge nerd. At this point in my life, there is absolutely no sense in denying it. I play video games, I sometimes read children's fantasy novels, and I played Dungeons & Dragons through-out high school. In my defense: the group I played D&D with may very well have been the 90210 version of what you're imagining. We all were fairly good looking, and we all had girlfriends at various points who even joined us in playing the game.

But above all: I love comic books. My mother loves reporting this factoid to just about everyone who will ever meet and know both myself and her, and has even gone to lengths to discuss it on Facebook. When I moved out of my parents house, I recall being told: “You know, if you take the Batman sheets you've owned since you were five, no woman will date you.”

(My mother, for the record, was quite wrong. It was actually harder to keep myself from dating and having sex at certain points. Nerds of the world: you've been lied to. You can stop hiding in your room and masturbating to Hentai. Women will actually date you.)

Anyway. Comics. Yes, I love them. In 1989, I had just turned five, and I recall going on an Easter Egg hunt. I found three eggs, which allowed me to select from the more, err, “luminous” prizes. I picked up an issue of Green Lantern. It didn't last long in my hands; either the word “damn” or “bitch” was in it, and my mother promptly burned the thing in a fit of Christian Rage.

This didn't dampen my desire to read comics, which reawakened periodically in me. The last and final time was in high school when a trio of super-smart, super-hot and totally nerdy girls introduced me to Alan Moore. A friend of mine formed the counter point to this act by convincing me to pick up Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns.

And honestly, lately the comic universe has been pretty awesome. Grant Morrison unleashed Final Crisis, Marvel had Hulk Smash Everything (!!!!!!!111); and Hal Jordan has returned, as badass as ever...

On the other hand, there's the comic movies. And the fact that Ryan Reynolds has been cast as Hal Jordan.

Let me just say: Ryan can't do that character justice. Ryan Reynolds should be playing this guy:

And who should be playing Hal? This guy and this is why:

And then you have each of them show up in the other's movie, just like in the comics, all the while gearing up for something like this:

Yeah. The Sinistro Corps War would be pretty much amazing and the only way to deal with the up coming Avenger's flick. (That movie will either be amazing, or suck so hard we'll wish they made another Wolverine film...)

Finally: any director who reboots Spider-man into a “dark and gritty” movie, needs to be shot or cursed. I mean, if you want “dark and gritty:” hire George Lucas. Film the Spidey clone saga. Lucas has already fucked up with three clone-war movies. Why not just give him three more and be done with it?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The List of Seven

“Rummaging through his bag for the box of ammunition, Doyle heard a creak and looked up to see one of the gray hoods opening the window above the bed. Grabbing the first solid object he could find, he reared back and hurled it at the creature, hitting it dead square in the center of the hood, knocking it away from the window. They heard a clatter of roof shingle, then a heavy impact below.

The man picked up the the projectile from beneath the window.

“Good old Blavatsky,” he said, with a brief admiring glance handing the edition of Psychic Self-Defense back to Doyle. “Off we go, then...”
- Mark Frost, The List of Seven.
I picked up a new copy of The List of Seven today, because my old copy was falling apart and I desired a bit of a “Pick-Me-Up” while recovering from being sick. The novel is one of my favorite “occult/theosophical historical fiction” pieces, ranking up there with the works of Alan Moore. The author, Mark Frost, should be well known to most of this blog's readers:
he helped write and produced Twin Peaks in the early 1990s.

It follows the story of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and the “thieving hero” named Jack Sparks, in their efforts to stop the Black Brotherhood (the author uses Blavatsky's Dark Brotherhood, rather than Fortune and Crowley's term) from taking over the Victorian world.

Frost may be off at a few points - for example, Dion Fortune (who also appears in the novel, albeit briefly) wrote Psychic Self-Defense - but it still holds one's interest long enough and accomplishes the goal of being a “ripping good Adventure Story.”

I heartily recommend it to any occultist seeking some pulp-fictional goodness. Finally, to wrap this up with a couple more quotes:

“And remember,” she said, “when the path appears impassable, when your prospects are ruined, when even death seems imminent, you will have no other choice but to destroy the mountain. In this way, and this way only, will you enter the New Country...”
- Hellen Blavatsky, The List of Seven.
“Would you like to drink with me?” she asked, “I recommend something stiff.”
She pulled a bottle from her bag. Fortune produced some glasses.
“Vodka,” she said, offering him the glass.
“I thought spiritual teaching argued against the use of hard liquor,” Doyle said lightly.
“Most spiritual teaching is hogwash. We must still move through the world as the personality into which we were born. I am a Russian peasant woman, and vodka has a most agreeable effect upon me. Na zdorovia.”
- Mark Frost, The List of Seven.

Monday, May 24, 2010

How many demons is too many?

“One man's demon is another man's daemon. There is no limit to Genius, negative or positive...”

Ask me anything

Did you know you can roll your own cloves? I shudder to think of you with access to rolling papers, edible inks, and tobbacco for sigilization.

Actually, I do know that. I've “considered” it on a few occasions, specifically what could be done if you did something like this... Mix:

  • Tobacco (malefic).
  • A sacred herb to say, a death or underworld Goddess.
  • Consecrate said substance in the name of said Goddess, especially with something from say Betz little tome.
  • Roll it up with some cloves, and rolling papers.
  • Add sigils or some of the Alphabet of Desire, and smoke sacredly, yo.

And did I mention doing all of this is actually cheaper than buying the cigarettes? Jesus. I'm wasting a lot of time not getting on this! I know what I'm doing tomorrow!

Ask me anything

EDIT: It has been decided. Tomorrow I visit the tobaccoist/store and gather ingredients. And maybe even getting a rolling machine. And here's one good reason: now any time anyone will bum a smoke from me, it'll have a premade sigil. It'll make that act - of exchange - one of empowerment. Bwahahahahahaha. Hahahahahaha. Hahahahaha!

Sunday, May 23, 2010


Been a bit of toxicity around here lately. I shall thus offer the appropriate response to all such things. Behold, the power of a LOLCAT!:

Learn to laugh. It's divine.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Don't worry we all know you are a full time asshat...birds of a feather and such...

Holy quadruple questions, Batman!

Well... In that case, let me take a moment to point out the obvious: this isn't a question.

Ask me anything

Friday, May 21, 2010

A Small Apology

I totally have an abscessed tooth. Which, as it turns out, is highly fucking painful. As such it's been contributing to a bit of Writer's Block, and so I'm going to be extending my crazy posts a bit further into next month to make up for the fact you're seeing nil right now.

In the meantime: I'm totally watching Dr. Who. Because, what else do you do when your face is in pain and you have absolutely no desire to socialize with the rest of the world?

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Lemarchand's Box

“The extraordinary thing is this: the moment you make a story or create an image that finds favor with an audience, you've effectively lost it. It toddles off, the little bastard; it becomes the property of fans. It is they who create around it their own mythologies; who make sequels in their imagination; who point out the inconsistencies in your plotting... I can envisage no greater compliment.”
- Clive Barker, Hellraiser #1

Gordon's asked what Wizards have taught us this week... And I was like, “Crap. I got nothin'.”

However, yesterday I was invited to one of the more awesome Facebook groups: “Let's get James Curcio to hand-craft the Lament Configuration.”

So I have agreed to help in the, err, “research.” I have, uh, “acquired” all the Hellraiser comics, found a PDF of Clive Barker's The Hellbound Heart and plan to watch either Hellraiser or Hellraiser II: Hellbound later this week. Now, before you ask: no. I haven't seen any of the films since the fourth came out. It was clear the franchise was going downhill upon watching Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth... But I might even endure those.

Now then...

What's your pleasure, sir?


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

DCotE: Racism Reprise.

And then, today, Red pointed me at this.

I almost lost my temper. "What's next? Banning Thomas Jefferson because he also advocated rising up? Oh, wait! The Texas Board of Education has already begun that process 'cuz he isn't 'Christian' enough."

This shit is an outrage. It's straight up UnAmerican. And I never use that term.

Who let this happen? Who's voting on these initiatives? Who's helping push them through?

All of these are questions we need to seriously take into account.

EDIT: If you haven't, take a gander through the links below, and on my previous entry. And consider this: “It becomes obvious, when one reviews the evidence piling up, that this is a systemic attempt to deprive rightful Americans of their rights; to take away from them their right to freedom of speech, to instigate fear in them. The fluency tests proposed are no different from literacy tests that for almost an entire century kept African Americans from voting. The attack on 'Chicano' classes is just another way to intimidate professors and teachers alike. After all: if you have to watch everything you say, and 'advocating rising up' (which those passing these laws have done, in a very not-so-funny manner) is utterly dangerous... Your words become silenced. To those of you in Arizona who voted for these measures: you disgust me. To those of you who oppose these measures? I applaud you. This business is ugly, and we shouldn't be seeing it now. But we are. And if we do nothing, then the half-dead American Dream simply and completely dies. Or, in the words of James Joyce...”

“I will not serve that in which I no longer believe... Whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church; and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use: silence, exile, and cunning.”
- James Joyce

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

DCotE: Racism in America.

“Things in this monologue are going to be taken out of context and, you know, I'm going to be deemed a racist, and I don't care anymore.”
- Glenn Beck, Is Massive Health Care Reparations? (July 22/23, 2009.)

“We've already donated to Haiti. It's called the U.S. income tax.”
- Rush Limbaugh.

Know Thy Enemy.”
This entry is going to really, really unnerve some people and falls outside my usual scope of commentaries; and because it sits beyond the scope of my usual commentaries, and I've actually tried to write it four or five times. Every single time I've ended up feeling physically ill, and forced myself to do something else.

The only real precursor toward what I'm about to say sits deep in the back of this blog, under the title “Know Thy Enemy.” I'd posted a video of an ignorant, Southern, white woman discussing how Obama couldn't be our next president... 'cuz, well, he pretty much wasn't white enough. At the time RO had responded that I ought to find better enemies. And at the time, I largely agreed. That has changed. Even if I need better enemies, there's still a point at which you have to point at something and say: “I will not be associated with that, and here's why.”

I wrestled with this entry until last night when my friend, Z. E. Accordino, got into an argument on Facebook with a fairly idiotic fellow that defaulted to ad hominem attacks. In the course of reading the argument I realized: “This is what's being peddled everywhere.”

At this point, if you speak out against the Arizona Immigration Reform, or the backing of the Tea Party movement by white supremacist groups, you become an “unthinking liberal.” Very well, if Unthinking Liberal I must be, then Unthinking Liberal it is. Except that I have some fucking thoughts, and I can write them down for critical reception. So here you have the words of an Unthinking Liberal who actually knows how to read a fucking book. I'm told that skill-set is disappearing, which may explain the state of this country more than anything else.

Back on the Ranch.”
From the founding of the nation we live in, there have been what can be best described as 'racial tensions' at best, and flagrant bigotry at worst. One should take into account both the slave trade – and its use for economic gain in early America – and the actions of some of the founding fathers against the indigenous North American population. We should, for example, carefully consider what George Washington's plans for the Native American population were:

In his last days as commander-in-chief of the Continental Army, Washington discussed his ideas regarding western expansion. He believed that many of the soldiers of his army should be granted western lands so that the new nation would have in place: a brave, a hardy and respectable Race of People, as our advanced Post, who would be always ready and willing (in case of hostility) to combat the Savages, and check their incursions. He asserted that the idea alone of such a settlement would awe and frighten the Indians, and it would protect future settlers from “savage barbarity.” He wished to buy Indian lands fairly, and to induce them to relinquish our Territories, and to remove into the illimitable regions of the West....”

Unfortunately, the Americans' view towards the Indians had not changed much since the days of the French and Indian War. They were not seen as the proprietors of the land, but rather as creatures not very different than animals, selfishly holding onto lands that white settlers desired. The merciless way the Indians often treated white captives, along with their totally alien religious beliefs did nothing to improve the settlers' opinions of Indians. An early observer wrote that
[the Indians are] more brutish than the beasts they hunt, more wild and unmanly than that unmanned country which they range rather than inhabit.

There is no amount of distasteful irony here, as the 'savages' had been around long before the so-called “civilized” white Europeans arrived. While plenty of people tend to make comments about how “that's all in the past,” I've often discovered that when asked if they've visited a Native American reservation recently, they conveniently decline to answer. The last time I visited Wyoming, in 2002, my family and I made several trips to reservations across the mid-west and West Coast. Nearly all of them were dismal, grotesque monstrosities that left one feeling as though they'd somehow slipped a hundred years backward in time. After the Trail of Tears, we stuffed the Native Americans into every bleak, broken nook and cranny that no one else in America wanted, and promptly did our best to forget about what we'd done. And to put it bluntly before the readers of this blog: that hasn't changed in most places in the country we live in.

Simon Legree's White Hood.”
Following the end of the Civil War, which was (contrary to popular belief) not fought to free slaves but to maintain the integrity of the fairly new nation, the 13th Amendment was passed. This officially freed any African Americans who had been slaves in the Southern States during the Civil War; in response, a series of laws were passed.

These laws have come to be collectively known as Jim Crow Laws. The basic premise of the laws was that of racial segregation and with it came the use of the phrase: “Separate but equal.”

As it turns out, there was no equality; African Americans were driven en-mass into scenarios where they had to continue doing the work they'd done before (manual labor for farming). Most often those who found themselves forced to do this work also discovered that sharecropping came with certain issues: such as being taken advantage of by the white landowners, and still living in dismal poverty. Almost simultaneous with this was the rise of the Klu Klux Klan. I could, honestly, discuss the KKK for... well, for a very long time. But I'm not going to do that. Three things come to mind:

  1. At some point I read that the KKK began as a 'folkish' movement that was co-opted by White Supremacists. However, their 1868 charter reveals otherwise. As one might note question five at the bottom: “Are you opposed to Negro equality both social and political?
  2. The KKK constituted a secretive, and vindictive, movement by the secessionists and was most often pioneered by former Confederate soldiers.
  3. The legal apparatus in the 1800s that actually aided and abetted Southern (and elsewhere) violence and oppression against African Americans was the Democratic Party. This weirds me the fuck out, because to this day we seem to have just switched the terms we're using to describe the war against bigotry. Today “Conservative Republicans” are feeling threatened and donning hoods – one hundred and some years ago it was Southern Democrats. Take a moment to think about that. Nothing has changed, except how we see the respective parties. But the same debate is still raging even now.

In the 1998 movie American History X, the character of Derek Vinyard makes a comment that actually underpins the importance of what I'm writing about, he states: “We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man, you know. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. I mean, Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves, like, what? 130 years ago. How long does it take to get your act together?”

This is exactly the attitude that certain members of the media – from Rush Limbaugh to Glenn Beck – tend to take when they begin throwing out their bigotry filled remarks. It undermines the actual history of events that have taken place; the emergence of the KKK, their use of fear, the use of violence to keep an American minority from voting... All of these are very real issues, and at present we are seeing something that could set the stage for the re-emergence of just those things. The problem is that many common individuals hold just such opinions. It should be noted that the KKK is the easiest symbol of the things above to point to. However, they were aided and abetted by officials, and even the average American in the process of degrading fellow Americans and keeping their voices from being heard. How can you 'get your act together' if you're living in poverty, forced into ghettos, and silenced utterly by the “powers that be”?

Tea Bagging: What Halo Players and Conservatives Have in Common.”
In 2008, Barak Obama became the first African American president. To many this heralded the potential dawn of a 'New Age' – a time when even minorities could have a voice and lead the people. To others, it appears to have been a “last straw” situation where their white privileged status was at last threatened. (I'm not biased. Really.)

In 2009 the “Tea Party” movement began to sweep through the nation as a form of backlash against the last election; for some it represents a conservative movement toward balancing out what they feel is the power of “big government” and “big spending.” For others it means something else entirely.

On January 11th, 2010 the liberal watch-dog media group Democracy Now produced the following report that the Tea Party movement was being solidly interfaced with by a wide range of white supremacist and racial separatist movements. While I've seen a few people deny that there such a thing is happening, comments by “Tea Party” movers and shakers would pretty much indicate otherwise. Indeed, the entire undertone to conservative protests against Obama's choices has often been riddled with racist bigotry.

The passage of the recent Arizona 'Immigration Reform' conforms pretty solidly with these conclusions, as well. When the ACLU and others worry openly that the new law – which is a travesty to consider imposing on any American citizen – they make an excellent point. Not only can the law be used for racial profiling, I believe that's exactly why it's actually been put in place.

Consider for a movement a recent post to a conspiracy website, and consider that the events in the video and what is being reported do not actually conform to one another, indicating the author's bigoted cognitive bias. Now consider that it was the act of posting this link, and my friend's argument with a chest thumpin' “Good Ol' Boy” that caused this blog entry to be written.

Non Serviam: Latin for Don't be a Tool.”

At a point of economic crisis, when the future of the nation hangs uncertainly before us, we should take a moment to step back and consider the situation as it stands. On one end are those who feel threatened, and it's been made all the worse by loss of jobs, homes, rising unemployment...

Who do we turn to? What do we do? Is there anyone to save us? The answer is no. No one is coming to save us. We have to fix all of this – all of it – ourselves. As such I would propose the following points of consideration to anyone seeking to take political action:

  1. Don't get overly emotional unless you must.

Take a step back. Look at as many angles on the situation that you can. Watch Fox News and CNN if you can stomach it, read up on the Internet from both sides of the 'liberal/conservative' divide and take that into account when voting. There is a time and place for anger. The voting booth is not that place.

  1. Don't make Charles Manson the head of your political party.

This has always seemed fairly obvious to me, however it seems that some people just don't get it. Listen: if someone wants to start a Race War don't vote for them or give them power. When the “Tea Party” folks start ranting about rising up with guns, we should become seriously concerned because it's a very small step away from violence enacted against innocent individuals. These people are not your friends. You don't want their votes. They want to incite hatred, and turn us against one another. They want to harm people who have never done them wrong. Calling such remarks evil is not a fallacy.

  1. Sarah Palin is too fucking stupid to save you, people.

Seriously. I won't even bother going on.

  1. At a time of economic crisis, take the poor into consideration if you're well off.

We're talking about human fucking decency. And lately it's been sorely lacking. Comments like this don't take into account the reality of the situation. One more thing: white supremacist groups don't give a fuck about white, poor people. They'll never, ever be your allies.

If you've been reading this, and find yourself suspecting that I'm your enemy? I probably am. And honestly? I'm fucking proud of it.

Flags, Flax, & Fodder,

Jack Faust.

P.S.: The image of the girl in that... getup was so disturbing to me I had to use it just to make my feelings absolutely clear. That evil shit gets taught to kids. Evil fucks indoctrinate their children. And it's not okay.

PPS: Further reading brought to you by Kenaz. Any other entries I see will be linked here as well. Drop a line if you discuss it, so I can be sure to make a link.

Monday, May 10, 2010

DCotE: Alan Bennett's Blasting Rod & Kenneth Grant

A while ago, I was at DeusExMachina's residence and we began discussing “lost” Golden Dawn “magical technology.” The discussion eventually segued into another one on Alan Bennett's Blasting Rod. Deus stated that he desired to find said object, or at least the relevant information on how to build it. My interest was certainly maintained, and I told him I'd do my best to see what could be found.

I launched some sigils to help facilitate the information falling into my hands, and like a good little Chaos Magician promptly forgot about the matter for the most part.

Over the weekend VVF, Deus, his significant other, and I all briefly visited my former home town of Fresno. While there I asked my other mentor if I could borrow
Zos Speaks! again for a re-reading. The book, however, had vanished from his library's shelf and refused to be re-discovered. However: Hecate's Fountain by Kenneth Grant was still on the shelf.

Do I really want to re-read Hecate's Fountain?” I asked.

D.H. Responded: “Why not!” And then he promptly stuffed the book into my hands.

I returned home and began re-reading Grant's tome. At which point I noticed something that had slipped my memory before. To quote:

If colour ever fell out of space, it fell that evening from the magic mirror into which Mira and other lodge members gazed.

Another object, by no means as old as the mummy-casing but as strongly charged with power, is the chandelier lustre that was used as a blasting-rod by Alan Bennett. He was also a member of the Golden Dawn and was instrumental in establishing the Buddhist Sangha in the west. He also taught Crowley many oriental techniques of meditation and magick. It is a very ordinary looking lustre, now mounted on an ornate and gilded tripod. Bennett used it as an extension to his magical wand. There is no need for me to describe its power in Bennett's hands because Crowley himself has already done so in his Confessions.

- Hecate's Fountain, P. 5.

Well, it looks like the entire blasting-rod hasn't been lost as some have thought. Kenneth Grant, the mad bastard that he is, seems to be indicating he has half of it. I'll have to look into getting a copy of The Confessions of Aleister Crowley and see what information that contains next. We'll see what else pops up in the mean time, won't we?

I have one little offering that reading Grant's works recently has popped up. And it'll be given to you lot real soon.

Be seeing you,
Jack Faust

How many models does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Following the intense discussions across Blogspot/Wordpress, in which Jason Miller, “Brotha B.”, Gordon and others have all given their views on the matter...

... Psyche (from has posted an article discussing her thoughts on the matter.

(Insane ranting that was deleted because it was clearly unnecessary and was about no specific person in particular.)


Ahem. Most magical systems these days are actually meta-models. That is all.

EDITED: To be less rude.

Also: a new Irreality?! You have my interest, Mr. Chaoflux. Lemme know if I can help with anything.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

A Rare Well-Wishing.

I'll be heading out of town for a couple days, so I felt it necessary to post this now...

... For all the Mothers out there, toiling day in and out: Happy Mother's Day.

A word from a fellow who doesn't want children: I still have the utmost respect for what you do. One day a year isn't enough.

(For the record: while raising me, my mother worked two jobs while simultaneously going back to school for her GED - as she was asked to leave after getting pregnant - all the while making sure I was constantly fed, and cared for. Mom: you're probably, err, hopefully not reading this, but Happy Mother's Day. You pretty much kick ass. I'll renounce Hell at least one day a year for ya.)

Friday, May 7, 2010

Dark Corners of the Earth: Intro.

“Then we arrived within the moats profound,
That circumvallate that disconsolate city;
The walls appeared to me to be of iron...
More than a thousand at the gates I saw
Out of the Heavens rained down, who angrily
Were saying, 'Who is this that without death
Goes through the kingdom of the people dead?'
And my sagacious Master made a sign
Of wishing secretly to speak with them.”
- Dante,
Inferno (The City of Dis)

“It is extreme evil to depart from the company of the living before you die.”
- Seneca. Roman philosopher, mid-1st century CE.

“The mechanic says: If you’re male and you’re Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?”
- Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.


You can call me Jack.

On April 18th, 1984, I entered the world. I was born in Tonopah, Nevada. It sits in the middle of what you might call The American Hell, which is better known as the state of Nevada. Thirty miles beyond the broken and dwindling mining town is Area 52; seventy miles away is the better known Groom Dry Lake, or Area 51.

Tonopah was established as a major mining spot when silver was discovered in its vicinity; over time the veins dried up, and so did the town for the most part. The 2006 census lists the residents of the town at around 2,627 individuals. Many of the employees worked for the United States military, which until 1992 continued to detonate nuclear weapons beneath the surface of the earth. As to whether or not there were nuclear detonations at Area 52 or not, I do not actually know. My family, however, has stated that they were within proximity to feel the 'earth-quakes' and tremors caused by the underground detonations. In any event: the radiation most likely contaminated nearby water, and to this day my mother and others living in Nevada at that time have thyroid issues.

My mother was a teenage cheerleader, and military brat; her father worked at the military base. The man whose genetics I bear – by which I do not mean to imply that he is a 'father' at all – was also a bastard, adopted and with his records sealed. He became worried my mother would leave him and head away to college and decided it was somehow necessary to cut a condom. He attempted contact once when I was six; he called, asked my mother if she had a boyfriend, and hung up upon being told that she was married. He never asked about me. I'm told it's quite possible I have a half-brother I've never met; but I've never desired to know my father.

Two months after I was born my mother took me to a park. A woman was sitting at a bench on the west side of the park; she was sobbing. My mother came over, seated herself, and asked what was wrong while holding me. The woman sobbed: “I... I also just had a baby.”

I wanted a boy so badly,” she sobbed softly, “but I had a girl.”

Suddenly, the sobs stopping, she fixed her gaze on my mother and said: “You have a boy there with you. Would you trade me?”

My mother, obviously, did the smart thing and left in a hurry. Three to four months we moved, with my grandparents and other family, to California and left the wasteland behind. I think the event traumatized her, because being told tales of changelings and the special horror of the fae – not to mention Satanic Serial Killers Seeking Young Scott-Irish Boys for Sacrifice (it was the 1980s, after all) – became weirdly common.

I visited Tonopah for first time in 2003. Most of the town was boarded up; even the McDonald's had closed. I walked up a half-green, half-brown hill and looked at the newly installed High School. “What did you do for fun here?”

We went out into the middle of the desert,” my mother told me, “we took drugs. We drank. We partied. Sometimes we hoped tomorrow would never come; sometimes we clung to hope that we'd get out.”

It sometimes startles neo-Pagans when I express the belief that there are dark places on earth. Places touched by old, wild, and mad things. The belief is that you can conveniently ignore them; pretend that the blasted shells of what civilization left behind aren't there. But that doesn't make them go away. Some of us are still born there; some of us leave towns named things like “Hidden Spring,” and later look back and realize that something lives there. Something old, and creepy, and dingy, and that... Well, it (and all its kind) might not just have our best interests in mind. But nonetheless it is there, and we must look it right in the eye. Acknowledge it for what it is.

Of the important traits a witch must possess, Robert Cochrane writes that: “above all they can tell the Maze and cross the Lethe.”

By using the term 'Lethe' he's alluding to the River of Death, which is to say, one must be able to enter the land of the dead by some manner and learn the lessons that come with that landscape. When I visited Tonopah, years ago, I realized something: it was dead. The inhabitants just refused to acknowledge that, and by clinging to that broken and blasted space, slowly and surely seemed to go mad.

I count it as a blessing I was not there longer.


The Dark, the Spooky, and the Cookery!
It's spring, and that means 'spring cleaning.' So this year, for this month, I'm going to air out some of my crazy! I felt Cthulhu's call, as it were, and it's time to bring forth my giant bag of: “oh my god, get the tinfoil cap!”

Sitting dead center of all the associations for the following blog entries that I've chosen, is a man named H.P. Lovecraft. For whatever reason almost every male Chaos Magician you'll probably ever meet has decided to chat up Dark Gods, Dead Gods, and Deep Fried Gods. Foremost amongst those that hand out blind, raving idiot daemonic gods is Mr. Lovecraft. As such he made the perfect focal-point for my insanity this May. Through him I may discuss racism (not in his stories; but in our world, today), horror, old things returning(!), fear and other topics.

To warn you: nearly all of this information will be filtered through a heavy layer of pure cosmic nihilism. I'm hoping it'll get it out of my system so I can go back to worshiping sexy ladies, dudes with horns, star deities, and eldritch shit that lives in the hollow earth. (Because: seriously, after about a week you're like: “Hekas, Hekas, H.P. Lovecraft!”)

What you can expect:

Fairies, UFOs, “THE GATE BETWEEN WORLDS DISSOLVING!” … John Keel, shadow things, and who knows what else.

What you shouldn't expect:

Cruelty to animals. Harming one's fellow humans for, like, fun. Etc.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Eldritch Influence dot Net

(Sorcerer) My Black Brother” by Jay LeRoy.

A “hypothetical” situation: You find yourself one day on the back porch, which slopes slightly. You're dressed in a black hooded sweater, and black trench-coat unceremoniously draped over you, with a black dress shirt and black slacks on. And suddenly, in a moment, it seizes you!You lift your hand or fist toward the moon, full on this Monday night, and shout defiantly: “I. Have. The. Power!

And then, as you've been puzzling this out slowly, it begins to dawn completely on you: “I... have the... power?”

Good God, man! Who let you of all people have power? What manner of celestial fuck-up is this? And what the hell is 'power', anyway? If you have the power to create, doesn't that mean that now, of all times, you're potentially at the worst place ever?

All right, hoss:
The first stage of your career, composed of honing technique and making things come to life and work for you, has been completed. Maybe it took a while. Maybe it didn't. The point is you've done it. You're a witch, or a magician, or a shaman. Whatever you want to call it: you've done it. You've gotten those skills down pat, and learned from the mistakes you've made. You've reclaimed your birthright. You totally have the power.

But what now? What the hell to do now? And then it comes to you...


Eldritch: Pronunciation: \ˈel-drich\:

Function: Adjective
weird, eerie whose voice had risen to a kind of eldritch singsong — R. L. Stevenson>
2. Strange or unearthly; eerie.
Origin: 1500–10; earlier elrich, equiv. to OE el-foreign, strange, uncanny (see else) + rīce kingdom (see rich); hence “of a strange country, pertaining to the Otherworld”; cf. OE ellende in a foreign land,exiled (c. G Elend penury, distress), Runic Norse alja-markir: “foreigner.”

c.1500, apparently somehow from elf.
“Race of powerful supernatural beings in Gmc. folklore,” O.E. elf, ælf, from P.Gmc. *albiz, origin unknown, possibly from PIE *albho- “white.” A popular component in Anglo-Saxon names, many of which survive as modern given names and surnames, cf. Ælfræd “Elf-counsel” (Alfred), Ælfwine “Elf-friend” (Alvin), Ælfric “Elf-ruler” (Eldridge), also women's names such as Ælfflæd “Elf-beauty.” Elf Lock hair tangled, especially by Queen Mab, “which it was not fortunate to disentangle” [according to Robert Nares' glossary of Shakespeare] is from 1592.


Function: Noun
The capacity or power of persons or things to be a compelling force on or produce effects on the actions, behavior, opinions, etc., of others: He used family influence to get the contract.
The action or process of producing effects on the actions, behavior, opinions, etc., of another or others: Her mother's influence made her stay.
A person or thing that exerts influence: He is an influence for the good.
The radiation of an ethereal fluid from the stars, regarded as affecting human actions and destinies.
The exercise of occult power by the stars, or such power as exercised.
The exercise of similar power by human beings.


A few things came to mind: first, Jason's comments about the length of some of the things I write and my own thoughts on the matter. Jason was right; I don't think blogspot is the right, err, location for my lengthier topics. Being that I had totally already purchased a domain and webspace for VVF and I, a thought occurred to me: why not put the lengthier thoughts there, and keep this blog for sampling them, answering formspring questions and so forth. So...

If you're going to do something, you might as well do it to the best of your ability. You might as well have the right staging ground. But, let me be honest here, I'm not super-man. My conception of a space for my thoughts is no Fortress of Solitude. I've offered some friends space to also put their thoughts up, or links to their blogs. Eventually, “” will actually launch. I've got some crazy ideas to try with the space, and you may or may not see that. (Chaos Magicians: after years of imploding beliefs, you find yourself re-thinking things. Constantly. Good going, hoss. Now you're part Aries warrior-thief-mage, and part indecisive asshole. Behold! Magical evolution at its best!)

Anyway. If you've got 'the power' – whatever that might actually mean – you might as well use it. So I've decided to use it. I've got a few goals in mind. I've mentioned them before, and who knows? Maybe it'll all work out. Maybe, like 2008-2009, I'll stick my foot into a thaumaturgic quagmire and flail around shouting: “Goddamn it, power! Work like I tell you to!”

It's all part of the process. No one told you it'd actually work out the way you want, right? Because life doesn't work that way. If I must be honest: “magick can wreck your life, the gods really can kick you in the face, spirits can and are dangerous, and sometimes you get exactly what you need.”

At least there's that.

One last thing: yes, I totally stole the name from an epic documentary about H.P. Lovecraft. However, it matched up better than any other ideas with the vision we thought we might try to produce for the public. And: the 'Lovecraftian' use of the term eldritch is something I also want to indicate, at least in my own writing. When the “Jack Faust: Dionysian Atavism” wordpress blog is up and ready (and filled to the brim with woodcuts) I'll update this blog. I won't have that ready until there are at least three lengthy entries for people to peruse, however. They're currently entitled: “Don't be a Doormat: or, mad ramblings from a fellow who looks like he might be, but totally isn't, the reincarnation of Austin Spare.” “The Lamentations of a Luciferian,” and... err, well, I can't think of anything remotely witty, clever, or pretentious for the third title yet. So I'm holding off on naming that one until it comes to me.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Just so you know.

Yes. You can totally blame me for the Courage Wolf meme. Sort've. I pulled it off a friend's profile, and then everyone else began seeking his advice as well. As far as I can tell.

But. You can blame VVF for finding this article (probably NSFW). It's... It's...

Okay. Let me put it this way. Some time ago, in scurrying about to discover whatever it was that I was hunting for, I came across Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose. Which is... special. But what I also discovered, on that amusing day in the comic shop, was that Raven Grimassi had been interviewed in the back of the comic. Raven, what exactly were you thinking?