On the Magickal View of Life

This passage is from my upcoming book on THELEMA and the Occult called “The Chaos Aeon:”

Upon first connection with the infinite, the initiate will look inside himself or herself, and the voice of the initiator will speak.  This is a voice that speaks from deep within, from deep in our ancestral memory, and this voice is aligned with one’s intuition, and a way of perceiving the secret intelligence behind the veil of the material world, and when the initiate gives themselves over to this way of seeing, to this voice, a connection will be made.  The initiate will look at this world around them, and a feeling will present itself.  It is the feeling that they’ve always held deep in the back of their minds from early childhood, throughout their formative years, throughout their entire “formal education” and as they move into adulthood, that understanding, that feeling will stay hidden in the back of their consciousness until that moment when all is unveiled, and they make the full understanding that none of this is real.

            All reality is a fabrication, all based in our absolute shared collective belief in its “truth” or “solidity.”  No two people can possibly share the same exact view of this reality, yet we all share in this illusion, feeding both its the negative and positive aspects.  The space between the electrons in the cloud around the nucleus of an atom is empty, and the relative distance between the nucleus of an atom and the electrons is infinite. Time and space are but perception, and the forms of things are not solid.  We are electricity.  Electricity burns through our bodies which do not exist. Our collective belief in the solidity of things is nearly impenetrable, and the only path to freedom is via initiation.

            Here is the way of balance, and the way of power.  In the Tao, this is the Way, the path of the warrior, a path without fear.  The reality prescribed by our collective society and its way of seeing instills in the consciousness of the individual an overwhelming sense of fear.  The world of men is a world of fear, and the Adept is one who through their own independent actions, wields their lives like a dagger against all anxiety and all fear.  Through the process of initiation, this reality crumbles and the intelligence of the universe guides one through obstacles called “processes of initiation” that assist the initiate to erase every neurosis and anxiety that leaves one inhibited in manifesting their will on this, the material plane in direct rebellion to the façade that is prescribed to imprison us all.

"The Fugue of Death" by Paul Celan.

Paul Celan is one of the main influences on my poetry.I continually return to him because of his terse surrealism.He can write about the trauma of the Holocaust but push it beyond the political.This piece, to me, is one of the heights of poetry.

THE FUGUE OF DEATH

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he
whistles his dogs up
he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in
the earth
he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at
nightfall
drink you and drink you
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the
sky it is
ample to lie there

He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others
you sing and you play
he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are
his eyes
stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on
for the dancing

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at
nightfall
drink you and drink you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

He shouts play sweeter death’s music death comes as a
master from Germany
he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you
shall climb to the sky
then you’ll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie
there

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death comes as a master from
Germany
we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and
drink you
a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are
blue
with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit
you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a
grave
he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a
master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith.