...from the Occult Front-Line
Six-6-Sick
brings you the latest developments from the 'Occult Front-Line'..…
Due
to the current lack of humour in the occult community in general
it is not wise or politic to reveal this secret. He has clothed
the formula in the glamour of recondite symbols and hidden by
heavy veils of occult bullshit so as only the True Initiate
may learn this Most Holy secret and the innocent may retain
their sanity….
~Inhale ye the smoke of Shiva, with joy and wild
abandonment and partake of all the fruits of the earth that
thou may desire … Feed thy hunger, I say, for by this simple
act shall ye know the light of gnosis. Inside the furnace beauteous
alchemy taketh place. The fruits of the earth are transmuted
and Lo! They become the telesmatic substance, which thou hast
prepared for. Feel thou the compulsion to enter the Temple and
pay homage to the Iset Throne, the seat of divinity, receptacle
of divine energies. Above the Throne stands the Ass-headed God
that IACOBUS BURGUNDUS MOLESIS dare not speaketh off….also in
its aspect of the HAWK which is the symbol of sight, I speaketh
of the EYE…the EYE of HOOR.~
Let forth the telesmatic tears of HOOR, And let
thine very soul enter the VOID!
"…They came
to me about a year ago…I was sitting on the john…having one
of those really satisfying
bowel movements…y'know those ones that border on mystical?….
Where you're like.... …EUHuhhhhhhUHourrAAaaaaahhhhAH!hhhhhhhhhhUUHhhhNNNNGGG!!!!!
AHAhrraa-AHHH!!!!!! -OOoohhhhhh…..And There they were! Heh!
Hundreds of the cutest little fat people… floating right
in front of me! He-hEH! It was wonderful…and then...they SPOKE!
They said...that I had been chosen…."
- Parry (Robin Williams) In "The Fisher King"
Anyone
who has smoked Pot knows (or should know) the wonderful sensitisation
of the human body, particularly that of the proverbial 'oral'
kind ... NOT THAT!, PERVERT!…you know…the munchies….
I was in just such a state
one fateful night. I had by this time become very stoned indeed
and had managed to consume a wide variety of sugary (and savoury)
foodstuffs. For some time I was aware of the need to…well...shit.
Lethargy and T.V conspired to keep me firmly crashed-out on
the bed and thus the beast was comfortably left to gestate in
its womb.
Whether it was the 'baby'
kicking or whether it was the wicked alchemical reactions in
my stomach as e-numbers met head on, I was prompted out of my
lethargy into making the long trip to the bathroom in order
to let loose the 'brown hounds of Satan' - Cthulhu was stirring
and the 'stars were right' as it were…. Moonlight shone through
the small window painting the porcelain in aetheric light and
there I sat, feeling totally relaxed, ready to 'unleash the
Kraken'.
I
shall not dwell on the sensation of the act itself but rather
the parallel sensation that occurred in my mind:
It
felt like a whirlpool opened up at the base of skull and all
my inner dialogue, all the chatter and whirring of cogs drained
away leaving me in total silence of a full-on in-yer-face ego-less
state. No comments about shit-for-brains please….. So strong
was this effect that it lasted a good while. There and then
I realised the possibility for the firing of sigils…and ergo
a subject for an article!
Such
a powerful and efficient technique quite literally under our
noses???!!!??!? This demanded investigation!
I
initially struck upon the idea of writing this secret in the
Alchemical style of veiled symbolism simply 'for a laugh' (hhmm
too much time on MY hands??!!) yet the research led me to think
that maybe I had picked up on a 'cosmic current'!!!. My search
for the occult nature of this bodily function seemed to lead
me on a swift path in which I discovered more and more. It was
as though some cosmic correspondence existed already - indeed
the usual suspects of any respectable cosmic conspiracy ™ were
present including The Golden Dawn, the Knights Templar, Crowley…
Maybe even our good site-host Fnordboy
too:
Initially
I turned to Crowley's Book of Lies for I knew full well where
I might find interesting and erudite metaphors for the anus
and indeed I was blessed with finding an applicable chapter.
From The Book of Lies and Liber 777 came the symbolism of 'the
eye of Hoor' and the Hawk.
Amusing
symbolism was found everywhere - one such was the description
of the Occult uses of a Golden Dawn/Iset Throne as described
in "Secrets of a Golden Dawn Temple" by Chic and Tabatha Cicero:
"In ancient
times the throne represented the seat of divinity. Homage
was paid to the throne…When a king spoke from the throne
his words were considered the utterances of God. The throne
was regarded as a sacred dwelling-place which
not only housed the Divine Spirit, but also acted as a container
for spiritual energy, localising it at certain times
and places ... The throne (is) a receptacle of divine energies."
-Chic and Tabatha Cicero.
Secrets of a Golden Dawn Temple (page 49)
And
then, right on cue, the synchronicity happened…After growing
tired of this investigation and needing a change of subject,
I opened 'The Tao of Philosophy' by Alan Watts (this was 3:45am,
February 10th 2000 according to my diary) and this was the first
thing I saw:
"I have a friend
who is a very enlightened Catholic convert, and in her bathroom
she has an old-fashioned
toilet, and on the pipe
that connects the tank with the toilet seat there is a little
framed picture of an
eye. Underneath it, in gothic letters,
is written 'thou God seest me'" (page 5)!!
Could I be on to something?
Could this be a signal from Cosmic Central control?
Could this be (Gasp!) my '23'??
Is God to live in a Bog???
Does the bog have the Buddha nature????!!
HOLY SHIT!!!!!
Perhaps...but if so this great magickal secret
could not be kept to myself…
And that is why I bring this article to you,
dear Reader…
… from the Occult Front-Line …
Send comments and abuse to: Six-6-Sick
~
This article and many others (including a Phil
Hine article) can be found in the current issue of 'Queer Spirit'
Magazine. Anyone interested in obtaining a copy please contact:
Queerspirit@excite.co.uk
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