A snow leopard is as beautiful as ten women, as strong as ten men, and as wise as ten astronomers. — Ladakhi proverb
Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The dear, the stamping, the indispensable Tia — who, spiritually, increasingly resembles a Halliwell sister suddenly leaping out of a late-90s television set — wrote to me last night:
“The Solar Year that has just dawned is conjointly signed by the runes Othala and Wunjō — in 2026, you will be liberated, escaped, or burned alive at the stake like Giordano Bruno.”
Very encouraging.
She also reminds me (with a slight, light, autumnal nostalgia, a halo of mono no aware in the precise Japanese sense of the term) — since the daily Study (Habibi) these days is focused on Liber A’ash (The Book of Creation or of the Goat of the Spirit) — of the very first epistolary exchange I had, in January 2021 e.v., with the one who has, since, become our Beloved Frater CC.
In the blessed hours of our Abbey of Thelema, he had written to me:
“There is a gigantic gnarled oak in my garden, which makes me think of the one in Liber CCCLXX and which also makes me think of your teaching: its branches are so gnarled, so twisted in every direction, so knotty, so contorted, that no cabinetmaker could make anything with the wood of that tree: you are great and impressive, Sir Shumule, but unusable in practice.”
I had replied:
The snow leopard, which is the most perfected beast of the animal kingdom, as well as the radiant symbol of Attainment, is on the path to extinction because of the beauty of its coat: supreme predator, it is perpetually hunted by filthy Mongoloid poachers — Your oak has the better part in this world: immense, majestic, and unusable in practice (therefore without risk that anyone will want to cut it into slices).
This is why, as I once wrote: “Since the end of my studies, I have endeavoured to be as useless as possible.”
To be an idle dandy (a dandy who works is a dandy who derogates), that is to say an individual who is obsolete and totally useless, is a guarantee of serenity and well-being: the Rolls-Royce does not bother the plebs as long as they believe it to be a collector’s piece: it is only when they see someone driving it in town that they become hateful.
Social uselessness, the absence of avowable qualities (I used to write, as a leitmotif: “My only talent is my cock”), detachment from all worldly cares (fundamental Shumulism: “There are two rules for living happily. The first is to attach no importance to minor worries. The second is that all worries are minor”) are the three essential components of my θέλημα, therefore of my Path, therefore of my Doctrine, therefore of my Praxis — they are my religion.
Meditate upon this, dear friends, and go your gorgeous ways under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere, and which we call GOD.
Warm kisses from the Bahamas.
Love is the law, love under will.
— ☉ in 19° ♑︎ : ☽ in 14° ♎︎ : ♀︎ : Vxi.
𓄿𓎛𓂧 𓇋𓈖𓏌
