Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Regarding yesterday’s post, while some rejoice that “finally, the foul [sic!] Candace Owens is getting what she deserves,” Soror K., on the other hand, reproaches me for “pushing the Commandment ‘be thou proud and mighty among men’ (AL II,77) to its very ultimate limits,” and I believe she misunderstands.
On the contrary, it seems to me that I treated the subject in a most hierophantic manner, i.e. as a sincere and conscientious interpreter of the Book of the Law.
Behold! It is written be thou proud, not be you proud, nor be ye proud (I proceed on the assumption that you are familiar with the distinction established, in the study of the Holy Books, by Thelemic hermeneutics between these three variations on the second person singular — otherwise, refer immediately to my indispensable text soberly entitled To Karl Germer in Esterwegen: My Lamp Is a Dead Aristocrat in Impeccable Shoes.)
1. Ye : As Sir Shumule, I have successively been described as a “perverse seducer who loves athletic women, flashy luxury, and sadistic violence,” a “lazy country squire with maximum alcoholic ancestry and suspiciously high inbreeding,” a “sadomasochistic Cheshire cat” — and the President of the Court of Appeal of Riom, right in the middle of a hearing, qualified me as “a mixture of Hannibal Lecter, Rasputin and Dracula.”
(The career that earns me these gracious epithets is sketched in the very remarkable post Confessions of a Hermit of Hadit, to which I refer you.)
All of this is devilishly cool & sexy — but to derive pride from it would, on my part, be banal narcissism — verging on attention-whoring, or pure hysteria…
2. You : After my imprisonment, the former members of our blessed Abbey of Thelema (August 2019 — April 2022 e.v.), alerted to the terrible religious persecution of which I was the object, spent a year and a half organizing themselves into a clandestine Sect.
They symbolically established me as their Hierophant, solemnly conferred upon me the Beasthood, even going so far as to revive for me the unused title of ‘Chioa Khan’.
This is extremely gratifying — but there is no reason for me to feel particularly proud of it: to deserve so many honours, all I had to do was take the trouble of being incarcerated!
(Soror Jezebel once wrote: “What characterizes the Zuger sect is that our Hierophant is not a venerable patriarch with a ferule, but rather a precious child whom we must protect.”)
3. Thou : On the other hand, I feel absolutely no discomfort at being a Thelemic god travelling through Old Grey Land — The perpetual sensation of being the Little Prince of Saint-Exupéry lost on the Planet of the Apes does not disturb me in the least — What am I saying? I strive to display as much pride as possible in being a Rolls-Royce in a world of Nissans!
This is very important: We, “Gods, which means Thelemites” (according to the immortal formula of Alostrael, 6th Scarlet Woman of Thelema), have been placed upon the earth like the stars in the firmament: we must illuminate the world and never descend into it — My pride is such that I would wish to be served only on bended knee, to speak never except through an interpreter to all that vile rabble called ‘the people’, and I detest everything that is not on my level.
Does this complicate my relations with the Heathen? — And even if it does? — I value the Heathen exactly as much as they serve me: I despise and even hate them as soon as they can no longer be of use to me — for then, having nothing left to oppose me but their disqualifying defects (cf. Liber Tzaddi, 25) and being nothing more in my eyes than fearsome, I must flee them as one flees ferocious beasts which, from that moment on, can only harm me — that is the meaning of “let the evil ones be cast away” (AL II,5) and of “we have nothing with the outcast and the unfit” (AL II,21).
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 0° ♒︎ : ☽︎ in 15° ♒︎ : ☽︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.
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