Archive for September, 2010

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

As one of the four solar feasts of the sun (solstices and equinoxes), this is a time to celebrate the Beast, or the masculine Supernal Element of the Baphometic Current of Aiwass.  Very soon, our Church will have its long-awaited Breviary, which will assist its clergy in carrying out these celebrations with maximum effect at elevating the Egregore of the Beast and Whore.  More artwork has to be done before it is complete, but that work along with proofreading the finished product will be finished before the end of the month, if not sooner.  Also included is a 2011 era vulgari sanctoral calendar, with information regarding not only celebrations such as Thelemic saint commemorations and major Thelemic holy days, but also full and new moon sacerdotal activities.

Also in the Breviary is a basic ritual collection for the clerkship of the Church; and an exhaustive explanation of the system of degrees in its interior assembly, called the Chapel of Abominations, wherein clergy may attend to the work of the Egregore, which rewards all its members with guidance and assistance in the subtler dimensions of the Holy Supernal Will, each as it is his or her capacity and will to receive — not to mention the millionfold joy it offers in its transmission of the forces of the 93 Current.

Enjoy the onset of this Autumnal Equinox, the feast day of the Beast, of 2010 e.v., the 106th Year of the Thelemic Age.    May 93 be with ye.   Aumgn. Aumgn.  Aum-Ha!  Amen.

Love is the law, love under will.


UPDATE: The release of the Breviary has been delayed, but it will be issued soon.

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Publius Vergilius Maro, Thelemic Saint.

(Oct 15, 70 BCE – Sept 21, 19 BCE)


The following excerpt from Virgil’s Eclogues — Ch.IV thereof — is a prophecy of the Thelemic Age, the Aeon of the Child.  Although others have had differing interpretations, this is (as is so often the case with Thelemic prophets and oracles)  a prophecy from the Current that utilized the poet and not from the outer mind of the poet himself.  The Hidden Will of the prophet in question is often quite disconnected from his or her own conscious mind, and whatever he or she has in mind while writing a versicle is very often different from the actual occult meaning intended by the Current of Supernal Mind that indwells his or her thought.  It fails to matter that Virgil may have been thinking of a mere wedding; the Genius that moved him had a much grander vision.

Note that Saturn is the main force that presides over the New Aeon, ruling as it does over Aquarius as Sol — the other ruling force — rules over Leo, the other sign of the Thelemic Age.  (Note the mention of the “huge lions”.)  Personally, I would prefer the word “Whore” in place of “Virgin” — anyway the reference here is to the astrological figure of Aquarius, i.e. Babalon pouring out her Current upon humanity.

Eclogue IV

Muses of Sicily, let’s sing a nobler song,

For trees and humble tamarisks do not appeal to all.

If we sing about the woods, let them be worthy of a consul.

The final age the Sibyl told has come to pass;

The great cycle of the centuries is born anew.

The Virgin now comes back, and Saturn’s reign returns;

A new first-born descends from heaven’s height.

Look kindly, pure Lucina, on this boy whose birth

Will end the iron race at last, and raise a golden race

Throughout the world. Now your Apollo reigns.

And Pollio, in your consulship, this glorious age

Will dawn, and the mighty months begin their onward march.

With you to lead, all lingering traces of our sins

Will be erased, and free the earth from endless dread.

He will receive the life divine, see gods and heroes

Intermingle, and he himself be seen by them,

And through his father’s goodness, rule a world at peace.

But first, child, the untilled earth will give you little

Gifts: wandering ivy with cyclamen everywhere,

Smiling acanthus mingling with Egyptian beans.

Goats will come home, their udders full of milk,

All by themselves; and cattle will not fear huge lions.

Your very cradle will shower you with caressing flowers.

The snake will die, and treacherous poison-plants

Will die, and Assyrian spice grow everywhere.

And then, as soon as you can read of famous men

And of your father’s deeds, and know what manhood means,

Soft spikes of corn will slowly turn the fields to gold,

And reddening grapes will hang down from neglected briars,

And hardy oak-trees sweat with honeydew.

Yet lingering traces of our ancient sin

Will still make men attempt the sea in ships, encircle

Towns with walls, and cut deep furrows in the earth.

A second Tiphys then there’ll be, a second Argo,

To carry chosen heroes. Even second wars there’ll be,

And great Achilles will be sent once more to Troy.

Later, when strengthening years have made a man of you,

The merchant will forsake the sea, and pine-wood ships

Exchange their goods no more. All lands will grow all things.

Earth will not feel the hoe, nor vines the pruning-knife.

The sturdy ploughman now will free his oxen from the yoke.

Wool will not have to counterfeit its hue,

For in the fields, the ram will change the colour of his fleece,

From softly-glowing purple to a saffron gold;

And natural red will clothe the grazing lambs.

Let centuries like these come soon’, the Fates cried

To their spindles, in concord with the steadfast will of destiny.

Dear child of gods, great progeny of Jupiter,

Take up your gloriousness – the time will soon be here.

Look how the cosmos trembles in its vaulted mass,

The land, the ocean’s reaches, and the unfathomable sky.

Look how they all rejoice in the age that is to be!

If then the final days of my long life remain

And I have breath to celebrate your deeds,

Then neither Linus nor Orpheus from Thrace will vanquish me

In song, however much one has his mother’s, one his father’s, help –

Orpheus Calliopë’s, and Linus fair Apollo’s.

If even Pan should challenge me, with Arcady as judge,

Pan too, with Arcady as judge, would own defeat.

So come, then, little boy, and greet your mother with a smile

(She carried you for ten long, painful months).

So come, then, little boy. A child who has not smiled upon his mother,

No god thinks worthy of his table, nor goddess of her bed.




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Here is a red-letter digital edition of the main holy book of the Holy Thelemic Church, with its original title restored:  Liber L vel Legis, The Book of the Law, as dictated by Aiwass to Rose Kelly and Aleister Crowley in 1904 e.v., with the utterance of Aiwass in red and that of the scribe and editor in black.  This edition is based on the 1912 publication.  It includes footnotes with vital information for beginners and a copy of the original manuscript.

Download the pdf free of charge either by clicking on the image above or by going to the sidebar library.




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