Aleister Crowley is alive and well in the elevated bliss of Shangri-La. After having covertly marionette’d polite rebellion and robust mischief around the world for seventy years, he is now back. The brawls with the Bosch, the scarletting of Senator McCarthy’s beak, and the unleashing of high and florid hippy love served as mere quacks and titters, for the biggest scrap of them all is now upon us, and only He can deliver us from the ill-lit and obsidian, who would take us to Orwell’s apocalypse.
I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening;
I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.
(The Great Beast)
They used to call me the most evil man in the world. The fools said that I was more influential than Jesus. They reckoned that I had seduced thousands of women and even more young men. They postulated that I was a friend of Hitler and a rabid lover of a burgeoning Prussia, and then a vile and eager Germany. Some snaggle-toothed and half-baked merchants of broad appeal buffoonery still chunter unconfident, childish and stammered lines that I advocated rape, paedophilia and black magic. They hypothesised with little regard for fact that I sacrificed children, brainwashed The Beatles and dined with a vermillion Satan. When they offered as gospel that I faked my own death; they were wrong (at that time) and yet now remain only half right. This was to be the highest of their rank achievements over several decades.
My name is Aleister Crowley, The Great Beast. 666. And I am here to tell you the truth.
You see, wouldn't you want to do just that, if instead of being blamed for trying to torch the twentieth century, you had not only been responsible, in large parts, for rescuing it, but also for having been the salvation of the next millennium too? I mean, what is the point of busting an infernal gut to save one generation, if one then sits by, lights a girthy and corpulent cigar, scratches oneself around the well-cut trouser and watches meekly as quite preventable mischief and horror ensues. One has one’s Will to consider, one’s destiny, one’s Magick. And all fair students of Magick should, at almost all cost, avoid Nazis, fools and spiritualists as they should avoid the police and syphilis.
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