Posts Tagged ‘Aleister Crowley

19
Feb
10

The 23 Enigma + The Mad Plane Bomber of Austin (Music Video)

Robert Anton Wilson wrote about the 23 Enigma in several books and articles, including The Illuminatus! Trilogy and Cosmic Trigger Volume 1. In the latter, Wilson wrote:

In the early ’60’s in Tangiers, William Burroughs knew a certain Captain Clark who ran a ferry from Tangiers to Spain. One day, Clark said to Burroughs that he’d been running the ferry 23 years without an accident. That very day the ferry sank, killing Clark and everyone aboard.

In the evening, Burroughs was thinking about this when he turned on the radio. The first newscast headlined the crash of an airline plane on the New York-Miami route. The pilot was another Captain Clark and the flight was listed as Flight 23.

Burroughs began keeping records of odd coincidences. To his astonishment, 23s appeared in a lot of them. When he told me this, I began keeping my own records – and 23s appeared in many of them.

The other day I had an amazing bout of cosmic coincidence relating to Robert Anton Wilson and the numbers 666 and 23. Within the span of an hour, the following occurred:

(1) While browsing in a bookstore near the customer service counter,  I overheard a bloke inquire as to whether they had any RAW books in stock. He asked specifically about The Illuminatus! Trilogy.

(2) Immediately thereafter, I went next door to do a bit of grocery shopping. While waiting in the checkout line, the cashier notified the woman in front of me that the cost of her purchase was $6.66. RAW’s work focused on many occult topics, including Aleister Crowley, the infamous magus. Crowley identified himself as the Great Beast 666 (.666=2/3), and he began his study of magic at the age 23.

(3) While stopped at a red light on the drive home, I glanced over at the local weekly paper on my passenger seat. On the cover was a picture of an attractive young lass who was being profiled inside. I quickly flipped to the article and learned that she was a barista at Starbucks – the very same Starbucks that my car was stopped right in front of. On page 23 of the weekly, there is an advertisement featuring a picture of the lass. The Starbucks where she works, and where I was sitting, is located on Highway 23.

Which brings me to the horrific domestic terrorist act that occurred in Austin, Texas. The 23 Enigma once again rears its naughty little head when one adds up the numbers of the date of the attack. February 18, 2010 (2+18+2+0+1+0=23). This finding takes on greater synchromystic significance when compared to the “War of Terror” spawning event that greatly reshaped our World. The date of 9-11-2001 also adds up to the number 23 (9+11+2+0+0+1=23).

Are the Masonic Scorcerors intentionally selecting numerologically significant dates to trigger a subconscious Pavlovian trauma response to staged terror events? Is the Cosmic Matrix Engineer (Multiverse Overmind) providing subtle clues for those with the time and inclination to admire its handiwork? Or, can the blogger’s focus on this matter be chalked up to a diseased mind and a healthy dose of selection/confirmation bias?

Joe Stack – domestic terrorist bass player

Joe Stack, the 53-year-old software engineer who allegedly flew a single engine aircraft into an Austin-based IRS office on Thursday morning, was more than just a criminal or possible domestic terrorist.

He was also a musician who played the bass and accordion in a band [the Billy Eli Band] that once crooned about how the world just isn’t made for autistic people. (source)

The video below is titled “The World Wasn’t Built for People with Autism” by the Billy Eli Band. Here you can find the band’s merchandising site that sells cool t-shirts and classic thongs (which are made in the USA).

As of today, the Askimet spam filtering software used by WordPress has protected me from exactly 6,660  messages.

Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS Man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well – Joe Stack (1956-2010)

22
Oct
08

Babalon Working: Jack Parsons and The Moonchild

I saw the Scarlet Woman sitting on the Beast with seven heads and ten horns, covered with blaspemous names… On her forehead a name had been written, a mystery: Babalon the Great, the mother of harlots and of the abominations of the Earth. I saw the woman was drunk from the blood of the Saints, and from the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. Seeing her, I wondered greatly.

–Revelation 17: 3-6

Jack Parsons was quite an intriguing chap. He was an American rocket propulsion researcher and co-founder of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory who pioneered innovations in jet fuel composition. Werner von Braun claimed that Parsons was the true father of the U.S. Space program and there is a crater on the dark side of the moon named after him. But, sometimes with an eccentric individual’s biography it is fun to start at the final chapter.

Jack had the habit of fiddling about with volatile chemicals and compounds in his laboratory without taking the necessary safety precautions. Jack might have been nimble, even a bit quick, but he was unable to jump over the deadly explosive fireball of fulminate of mercury that day in 1952. He died of wounds several hours later. His dear mum took her own life with a bottle of sleeping pills shortly after hearing the news of her son’s demise.

When Parsons was not busy engineering and firing off rockets, he spent his spare time studying the occult and performing magick rituals. Evidently Jack played his tarot cards right because he was chosen by Aleister Crowley to lead the Agape Lodge of the Thelemic Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.) in California.

Here is where things get a bit more interesting. According to the reputable writings of the Scientology cult, The U.S. Navy assigned L. Ron Hubbard to monitor Parsons as part of a plan to “break up a black magic ring.” Supposedly, Parsons broke his sacred vows of secrecy to the O.T.O. and revealed hidden knowledge to the now famous cult huckster.

Some time later, Parsons and Hubbard engaged upon a mission entitled Babalon Working. The goal was to produce the “Moonchild” – a being who embodies physically a spirit deity, but not inhabited by a human soul. This being is also referred to as a “Magical Child” (essentially designed to manifest an individual incarnation of the archetypal divine feminine called Babalon). The process draws heavily from rituals and magick that Crowley derived from The Babylonian Ishtar and the “Great Whore” from the biblical “Book of Revelation.”

From Jan. 4th to 15th, Parsons and Hubbard engaged in a nightly ritual of incantation, talisman-waving & other Black Magic, faithfully described in Parsons diary as a Conjuration of Air, Invocation of Wand, & Consecration of Air Dagger.

The climax of the ceremony occured the following day with Ron at the alter working his 2 subjects into a sexual frenzy. Over Rachmaninoff’s “Isle of the Dead” he intoned such gems as:- Her mouth is red & her breasts are fair, and her loins of full of fire.

As exalted Parsons wrote the next day, Babalon is incarnate upon the earth today manifestation. And in that day my work will be accomplished and I shall be blown away upon the breath of the father, even as it is written. (source)

Evidently, Crowley did not have too much faith in Parsons, or the Scientology Huckster. After hearing news of the attempted supernatural baby creation, he wrote to Karl Germer, head of the OTO: “Apparently Parsons or Hubbard or somebody is producing a Moonchild. I get fairly frantic when I contemplate the idiocy of these louts.”

Shortly thereafter, Hubbard swindled Parsons into investing money into a business enterprise. Instead of turning a handsome profit, Hubbard and his girlfriend used the money to purchase a yacht. When they attempted to escape, Parsons performed a full invocation of Bartzabel, the spirit of Mars, creating a squall forcing them to return to the dock. Crowley cabled the U.S. branch headquarters with the message: “Suspect Ron playing confidence trick-John Parsons weak fool-obvious victim prowling swindlers.”

Parsons managed to fulfill his aforementioned prophecy and blew himself up in his laboratory a few years later (maybe with a little help from the F.B.I.). L. Ron Hubbard went on to create one of the most destructive cults in the modern era. Funny how things work out.

I hight Don Quixote, I live on peyote, marijuana, morphine and cocaine, I never know sadness, but only a madness that burns at the heart and the brain. I see each charwoman, ecstatic, inhuman, angelic, demonic, divine. Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon that brims with ambrosial wine. ~ Jack Parsons




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