Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
To these eleven words, I have the relationship of a sugar daddy to his diamond-digger, of a moneyslave to his domme, of Heracles to Queen Omphale!
On this subject, I am asked how I manage the fact that my marvellous promulgation — by far, by very, very, very far the best currently in circulation on Earth — has earned me, “for my fee” (Cordis 1, 41), five years in prison from the Heathen and the envious hatred of virtually the entire global Thelemic community outside our Sect!
The answer is in the statement itself — precisely, in the adjective “marvellous.”
There can obviously be no more official recognition of my Work than a condemnation — for this very Work and for not having “renounced [my] spiritual practices” (as Judge Chabanon put it) — to five years of actual prison time…
For those “promulgators” tormented by the insignificance of their own attempts, who make it a point never to praise anything except what is as mediocre as they are (this is how nullity maintains itself), this is already hard to swallow…
First attracted because it shines — Sir Shumule playing with life and money, with the divine sciences and with judicial powers, with a casualness they will never possess — they quickly realise that the comparison is not exactly flattering to them…
I mean: not only are they not Zugers (miskin, though…), but every single day I publish online, with an illicit iPhone, from a prison cell saturated with signal jammers, infinitely better texts than anything all of them put together could ever imagine conceiving, even once in their lives, with all the comfort, all the freedom of action, and all the imaginable technology at their disposal!
I have a supernatural constitution. It’s genetic. But it is also deeply humiliating for them!
So please, no hard feelings: I love with a burning heart (AL 2, 24) all Thelemites in the world and I am quite aware that if I were in their place, I too would hate myself!
That said, let us joyfully add another layer:
I just had, with Tia — who has always had a soft spot both for lithotherapy and for ostentatious bling — a meticulous exchange on the respective powers of the precious stones enumerated in verse 4 of Chapter 1 of The Book of the Heart Girt with a Serpent.
“Therefore thou writest that which is of mother of emerald, and of lapis-lazuli, and of turquoise, and of alexandrite.”
At the end of our conversation, the question was not really settled — so I immediately smoked two enormous Isla OG joints in order to approach the matter methodically — and I observed the following:
I. Mother of Emerald
First, the context:
While the Prophet (blessing & worship to him) is busy recording his karmic recollections in a book, his Holy Guardian Angel, visibly pleased with him, compares what he is writing, in praise, to various precious stones…
I can understand that — I myself tend not only to regard my dear memories as so many dazzling jewels, but also to fixate obsessively, with a kind of superstitious awe, on each piece of jewellery I own, focusing on the happy events associated with its acquisition…
Thus, until very recently, the object I cherished most in this world was a Chopard Ice Cube watch given to me by a great love of my youth.
I looked after the maintenance and security of this treasure with maniacal care!!!
Yet please do me the honour of believing that, since the end of my idyll with the woman who had given it to me, I had fucked in every dialect!... I had whipped pearl-laden socialites from great Western families under the libidinous gaze of their candaulist husbands!... I had flogged penitents!... I had deflowered lolitas, fucked cocaine-fuelled night owls, Slavic escorts and hardcore tomboys!...
But nothing had managed to diminish the intensity of the truly religious fervour I devoted to that watch and what it represented…
However, I recently realised that the Divine Injunction “Wear to me jewels” (AL 1, 63) — implying that jewels are to be worn exclusively in honour of our august Queen Nuit — together with my New Solar Year Vows (“This year, I want to reach, in relation to Nuit’s earthly representative — my wife Chloé — the state in which Majnun was in relation to Layla — to hear ‘Chloé’ in every sound and see Chloé in every occurrence”), rendered my attachment to that object completely obsolete, and my feelings towards it are now very different.
I think that as soon as I get out of prison, I will trade it for a Cartier Love bracelet in platinum, which I will give to Chloé before withdrawing to the foot of the Swiss mountain where her ancestor Nicholas of Flüe lived, and there end my life as a living embodiment of the Fool of the Tarot, grazing the grass of the fields like Majnun and Nebuchadnezzar.
Such is the power of stones!…
II. Lapis-lazuli
This kind of fetishism is perhaps the most magical — that is to say, the most Thelemic, that is to say, the healthiest — perspective a man can have on the world…
I mean: the future is a hypothesis, the present is unquantifiable — only the past exists — This is the meaning of the Word of the Old Serpent, Hadit our Master: “all is ever as it was” (AL 2, 68).
Anyone who — like Eve, Job and myself — has experienced a sudden, unmediated passage from an ultra-paradisiacal way of life to a time of particularly harsh “danger & trouble” (AL 3, 11) knows this principle: one is “strong in war” (AL 3, 28) to the exact measure of the Happiness one has stored up during the Blessèd Days: diamonds are forever.
Yes, the past is utterly immutable, and we usually lament this — But as a result, “the Kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever,” by virtue of which “it may be that yonder beggar is a King” (AL 2, 68) — Hence the fundamental Shumulism: As far as Absolute Happiness on all imaginable planes of existence is concerned, it is better to have had it for half a century than not at all — it makes for memories…
III. Turquoise
In the negative, this is the notion that Freud managed to capture on the fly, just as George Orwell did, who in 1984 bases the height of Inhumanity on the principle of the Mutability of the Past.
Understand: from a Thelemic point of view, “inhumanity” means: that which is contrary to the divine order of things; that which belongs to the agents of chaos, enemies of the gods; that which is contrary to the Law of Thelema.
In terms of the Holy Qabalah, we say: Man is the Tree of Life, which is summed up in 10 Spheres connected by 22 Paths, a Mystery logically symbolised by the Number 220 (that is, 22 × 10).
Now, 220 also symbolises “the whole of the Law” since Liber AL contains, in total, 220 Verses — 220 being therefore “the whole of the Law,” can be read as “Do what thou wilt.”
The deep Being of man — the “thou” of “Do what thou wilt” — is therefore symbolised by 220, and this is what the Prophet (blessing & worship to him) teaches us when he says “I am the Heart” (Cordis 1, 1), since Heart = H(5) + e(5) + a(1) + r(200) + t(9) = 220.
From this we deduce (with Orwell) that what is most antithetical to humanity, to the divine order of things, and to Thelema is everything that tends to reduce the individual to a peripheral role.
IV. Alexandrite
That said — being “the whole of the Law” — 220 necessarily indicates to the Thelemite how to ACT.
If we consult the Sepher Sephiroth, everything becomes clear:
. 220 is the gematria of BChIR, The Elect, designating the entire body of Thelemites.
. 220 is the gematria of GBIRH, Heroine, Virago, Domina — the Charlie’s Angel to the thousandth power — or Buffy Summers, or Sydney Fox, etc. — the Scarlet Wonder Woman “girt with a sword” (AL 3, 11), the She-devil-with-a-sword “shameless before all men” (AL 3, 44), who is the Thelemic feminine ideal.
. 220 is the gematria of ThHVR, Elegant, designating dandyism-as-asceticism, the Thelemic masculine ideal.
. 220 is the gematria of NPILIM, Giants — Designating not only the Principle of the Privilege of Birth (symbolised by tallness), but also the fate of the Thelemite in this world: to be a giant among dwarves — Therefore, in both cases, the perpetual object of the envious hatred of the lower people.
In short, 220 is the essential Thelemic identity — this is the meaning of “I am the Heart.”
Thelemites are the chosen (AL 2, 19) people (AL 2, 34), whose men are distinguished by their absolute dandyism, whose women are distinguished by their sexy badassery, and who appear to the Heathen as a race of giants — with all the idolatrous admiration and envious resentment that this simultaneously provokes in the Heathen in question.
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 8° ♉︎ : ☽︎ in 0° ♎︎ : ♂︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰⅰ.
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