The story so far: This may be one of those things where you had to be there over a decade ago, but I was out searching for an image in order to assist my contemplaton of Perdurabo's 42nd Lie, one of my favorite mystical assertions. (Fans of the band Ministry who may not have heard ought to have a peek at the 69th Lie, or Psalm 69.)
At any rate, it was easier to simply hop onto Google than dig into my physical library in order to see the Tree of Life, that I might consider the pathway between Tiphareth and Kether.
But while I was out picking and choosing (pretty colors and swirly images only distract the mind), I came across something that is at once disturbing, fascinating, and utterly hilarious.
So yes, perhaps you had to be there over a decade ago, strung out on coffee and cigarettes, contemplating how to bypass perceived necessary steps in order to find the shortest path to God, or perhaps you just have to be me, or perhaps The Dragon, a good friend and excellent companion for such endeavors.
He would smile, and perhaps tell you about the ten knots that were nine, and why neither of us should like cats despite the fact that we do. And yes, he would laugh a wicked cackle at the end.
See, the thing is that there is some legitimate fringe theology to be found, but a significant portion of the theology that binds those elements together is drawn fron known fiction.
This is why I was never a good Witch or magicker: I can't tell you how deep the nostalgia flows.
Having prefaced myself as such, the Main Attraction:
And it's just getting started.
By the time you get to the Book of the Worm, I hope you understand how funny this actually is.
Seriously, I just had to share this one with you. Some days, I miss being around those folks. Then again, not often, and not much. But this made me yearn for coffee and menthol cigarettes, so ... you know, whatever.
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Notes:
At any rate, it was easier to simply hop onto Google than dig into my physical library in order to see the Tree of Life, that I might consider the pathway between Tiphareth and Kether.
But while I was out picking and choosing (pretty colors and swirly images only distract the mind), I came across something that is at once disturbing, fascinating, and utterly hilarious.
So yes, perhaps you had to be there over a decade ago, strung out on coffee and cigarettes, contemplating how to bypass perceived necessary steps in order to find the shortest path to God, or perhaps you just have to be me, or perhaps The Dragon, a good friend and excellent companion for such endeavors.
He would smile, and perhaps tell you about the ten knots that were nine, and why neither of us should like cats despite the fact that we do. And yes, he would laugh a wicked cackle at the end.
See, the thing is that there is some legitimate fringe theology to be found, but a significant portion of the theology that binds those elements together is drawn fron known fiction.
This is why I was never a good Witch or magicker: I can't tell you how deep the nostalgia flows.
Having prefaced myself as such, the Main Attraction:
And it's just getting started.
By the time you get to the Book of the Worm, I hope you understand how funny this actually is.
Seriously, I just had to share this one with you. Some days, I miss being around those folks. Then again, not often, and not much. But this made me yearn for coffee and menthol cigarettes, so ... you know, whatever.
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Notes:
Gala, Iliat. "Asag toth seal is the tree of life". TalkAboutABook.com. November 30, 2002. See http://www.talkaboutabook.com/group/alt.necronomicon/messages/11718.html