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| Bastet, by Milo Manara |
Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The Ancient Egyptians, our masters in all things, had a marvellous way of exalting the quality of words.
Tahuti, Sage among Sages, who never errs, said: “He who speaks well is beautiful and good.”
On this subject, I must pay public homage to the most formidable punchline artist of our Sect — the dear Soror Sinthea — whom I call Soror Sin just to annoy her — who has just reported to me that she has had, online, a rather mortifying spat.
Last month already, a post of mine in which I praised, on the one hand, Sinthea by name, and on the other, female sodomy, earned her a comment calling her an “abominable fucked-up bitch” — But it came from a Heathen, whom she immediately crushed under a contemptuous heel, while comparing me to the Marquis de Sade in the Bastille, which proves the broad-mindedness of our Sister, or at least, so as not to cause confusion, her sense of humour.
Today’s affair is very different, since the barrage of insults comes from a Thelemite lady — a Thelemite lady of the “Pagan” persuasion, certainly, but a Thelemite lady nonetheless.
The disputation — what am I saying? the brawl! — what am I saying? the doctrinal catfight that apparently took place would obviously have been less painful — and finished much more quickly! — had it been against a Wiccan spinster.
(I have always hated Wicca, even back when it wasn’t woke: It just so happens that I prefer listening to Paganini’s Caprices or to an Offenbach opéra-bouffe to debating the historical nuances of Goddess worship; I prefer reading Noh theatre or Swords and Sorcery comics to reading a treatise on lithotherapy; and I would still rather — instead of approaching any spiritual subject with some adept of that cheap paganism intended for munters, social misfits, vegetarians and the poor, known as Wicca — I would still rather, I say, watch a page of adverts or an RnB music video: at least the girls are sexy.)
Precisely: Sin had published an admirable in-depth text on our basic postulate: Life is a Noh theatre play — and concluded, from my famous commentary on Liber Porta Lucis sub figurâ X verses 1-4 — quite rightly entitled Deliciously Obscure — that every Christmas romcom starring Lacey Chabert has the value of an initiatory tale in the Pythagorean, or Orphic, sense of the term.
It was grandiose!!!
Alas! A Thelemite ‘Pagan’ lady, particularly appalled by my Open Letter to Judge Aurélie Mahé, and even more (if possible) by my Responses to the Proust Questionnaire — felt she had to address a stinging remonstrance to Sin — lambasting even my way of reading Tarot and calling my post Pilgrimage to Cythera “clearly problematic”.
Sin is struggling to handle this conflict, and asks me how “As brothers fight ye” (AL III:59) applies in this case…
Answer: It is very easy.
My late mentor in Thelema — the most authentic Hermit of Hadit who ever trod the globe, whom we now designate, since the events you know, under the “Posthumous Magical Nickname” of Leptopoecile Sophiae (all this is narrated with sparkling pen in my tribute post, soberly entitled To Karl Germer in Esterwegen: My Lamp Is a Dead Aristocrat in Impeccable Shoes) — my late mentor, I say, deduced, through learned exegesis of the verse “Say you so? Fool! If he be a King thou canst not hurt him” (AL II:59), the following Principle:
When two Thelemites quarrel, it necessarily means that one of the two is not doing his True Will.
Consequently, the one who suffers from the collision caused by the other’s departure from orbit actually has the inertia of the entire universe assisting him.
By virtue of which, the matter, however trying it may have been at the time, cannot, in any way, harm him in the long term (i.e. include itself in Time).
Meditate upon this, Beloved Sister, 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 14° ♑︎ : ☽ in 7° ♌︎ : ☉ : Vxi.
