Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Cosmic Romps and Papal Plots

I once dreamed I was making love to an alien creature with the power to transform into anyone its sexual partner was thinking of. During our romp, I turned it successively into Michelle Rodriguez, Selena Gomez, Jennifer Lopez, then found there were too many rhymes in "ez" and changed it to Emily Ratajkowski.

In doubt, trust the Variegated Elixir hidden within the golden obelisk erected at the heart of the fortress buried beneath the crystal mountain.

Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Soror K. declared that the Catholics should have elected me Pope instead of Leo XIV — I replied that the fact that the judges, during my recent trials, described me as a “blend of Hannibal Lecter, Weinstein, and Rasputin” probably worked against my candidacy…

As a result, K. demands that I seize the opportunity of this election to deepen my reflections on the Qabalistic Mystery of the Path of Vau — that is, the Vth Tarot Trump, called “The Hierophant.”

I don’t see the connection!…

Not that I positively despise Vatican matters, mind you: like any good Thelemite, I cherish the memory of Saint Roderic Borgia, Pope Alexander VI (may his merits protect us), about whom I once wrote:
I have boundless admiration for Rodrigo Borgia, a political genius, hero of debauchery, and patron of the arts who, hating Christianity, devised an original way to abolish it: by becoming Pope :)

He succeeded, and the eleven years of his pontificate were a luminous return to normalcy amidst the Christian night, a sensual and colorful interlude from which the Renaissance emerged — Alexander VI lived only for beauty, orgies, and the love of his children (two of whom, Cesare and Lucrezia, are the highest definitions of the human being the earth has ever borne).

He was a magnificent patron, and the world owes him, moreover, two supreme blessings: having freed the cabalist Pico della Mirandola, one of the most brilliant scholars humanism ever produced, from the dungeons of the Inquisition — and having had the agitator Savonarola, one of the most noxious vermin Christianity ever spawned, hanged…

Thanks to my ancestors, avid collectors, I sleep in a bed that belonged to the Borgias of the 14th century — but, of course, it’s when I’m not sleeping in it that I like to imagine that Alexander himself may have honored his mistresses there as well…

That said, I wholeheartedly recommend visiting the Borgia Tower in the Vatican: since Alexander believed only in gods worthy of the name, it is entirely adorned with frescoes depicting the Mysteries of Ancient Egypt — right in the heart of the Vatican! :)

What a sublime symbol of the work of the anti-Christian Pope: a tower raised to the glory of Horus and the Sages of Heliopolis, at the heart of this City stolen from France by a regicidal dwarf to pay his accomplices, and which became the emblem of their non-religion!

Moreover, since, after the pontiff’s death, the repulsive Julius II, out of envious hatred for his glorious predecessor, had this tower sealed — only reopened in the early 20th century by order of Leo XIII — the ambiance, the “charge,” the entire atmosphere of the era remain intact: one is truly teleported to the heart of the Quattrocento, in the living vibration of the Renaissance — and one genuinely expects, at the turn of the salons, to see Lucrezia, Machiavelli, Michelangelo, and Alexander Pontifex Maximus himself appear… Eternal memory!!!
But back to our subject :

The essence of the Hierophant, — says our august queen, the beauteous goddess Nuit, — is to assume the rank of prince-priest (AL 1, 15), that is, to wield both temporal AND spiritual authority.

I am a very poor temporal authority — I am incapable of caring about politics: I don’t speak dachshundish.

Moreover, I maintain that the legal regime of France ended with the deposition of Childeric III (751 e.v.), which is a delightfully dandy position, but not exactly progressive.

Yes, let’s admit it, I am clearly a royalist — Everyone thinks it’s because the late Count of Paris, of his own accord, followed me on Twitter at a time when following me on Twitter was highly compromising, but my love for monarchy actually stems from the fifteen days I spent in Bangkok with two gymnast girls.

In the final analysis, my political credo can be summed up in the following statement: I don’t care about the fate of Malians or Guatemalan elections. The genocide of the Tutsis in Rwanda leaves me completely indifferent. The famine in Malawi, the repression in Kyrgyzstan, all that—I couldn’t care less. The same goes for the Burmese military junta, Dzungar political prisoners, and the price of barley in Poland. I no longer want to suffocate in the slimy coils of this GLOBAL GUILT. The only thing that interests me is what happens in the Thelemite community! No, I mean in the Thelemite community of MY obedience! No, I mean in my family! No, I mean in my house! No, I mean in my room! No, I mean in my bed! — WE DON’T WANT SUSTAINABLE, ECO-RESPONSIBLE PURCHASES! WE WANT MORE BEAUTIFUL THINGS!

On the spiritual plane, however, the Hierophantic task consists of teaching < lest there be folly > (AL 1, 36) — that is, to combat what the Lord of all gods calls < crapulous creeds > (AL 3, 54) — and nothing could be easier: the < gods of men > (AL 3, 49) are so dull!

Christianity: Christian morality is a passive gay man “forgiving” a macho gay man for sodomizing him a bit roughly the night before.

Islam: I don’t reproach Islam for being “violent,” the Book of the Law is far more so — I reproach Islam for its followers too often abusing the Arab habit of being ugly.

Hinduism: Gandhi is a third-world mercenary guru, even more of a third-world mercenary guru than Jesus and Nelson Mandela combined.

Buddhism = institutionalized fetal regression.

Confucianism: Confucius was Asian and an attention whore, so Confucius was a YouTube influencer.

Judaism : Sorry, but anything backed by Gal Gadot has my support—I’d raze Palestine for ONE smile from Gal Gadot.

Meditating on this, go forth, dear friends, under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere, which we call GOD.

Warm kisses from the Bahamas.

Love is the law, love under will.

- ☉︎ in 29° ♉︎ : ☽︎ in 22° ♒︎ : ☽︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.