book report: Advanced Magick for Beginners (Alan Chapman)

A quite enjoyable introduction to chaos magic. I feel now, having read a few books & watched a dozen Youtube videos on the subject, that I more or less understand the topic. It’s an interesting discipline, though I feel it is not for me: perhaps my aversion arose at a Rune Gild conference some years ago, where one of the speakers began: “Any chaos magicians here? Any wiccans?” and I started laughing, assuming it was a joke; to the first question, a couple dressed all in black, with purple dye in their jet-black hair, raised their hands with a superior look; to the second, a chestnut-haired woman in green, wearing wooden earrings. The person I was sitting next to later said, “did you notice how they looked exactly like you’d expect?” I asked him: “what exactly is a, uh, chaos magician?” and he to me, “someone with purple dye in their hair.”

One should not judge based on such a small sample size, of course; however, chaos magic feels dangerously superficial & solipsistic to me. My perspective is too strongly religious to accept that one can arbitrarily create a god and then pray to it for practical results. I assume the universe to have an implicit order, manifesting both in us and in the vast non-human reality; so some symbols (runes, for example) stick, however arbitrary their origin, because they resonate with something in us, and hence with something in the cosmic core from which we were birthed (and so they were never arbitrary).

There is however much of interest in the book; especially Chapman’s chapter on initiation: unlike the traditional account, in which one undergoes a single, transformative ordeal, Chapman argues for a process of constant unfolding:

It is customary in all magical approaches, traditional or otherwise, for the aspirant to undergo initiation. The word itself can be traced to ancient Greek where one of its many meanings was death. [I could find no evidence for this and think it’s probably false]. Initiation usually involves undergoing some kind of ordeal in a ritual setting, sometimes with a death/rebirth element, that marks a definite step away from what you were, and a step towards what you want to be. 

In magical terms, you cease to be an ordinary human and become a magician.

The benefits of undergoing initiation are numerous. As stated earlier, in magical tradition this will usually involve access to previously hidden techniques or ‘secrets’ that the teacher or guru will hand down to the initiate, and more often than not functions as a formal recognition of some kind of attainment. It is not necessary to belong to an occult body in order to be initiated; however it can be beneficial to undergo an initiation ritual regardless of whether or not you do. This can be as simple or as complex as you like, and it is probably a good idea to incorporate a symbolic discarding of old, outmoded habits or ways of being, and an acceptance of new characteristics you wish to have.

Initiation can best be summed up as a transformation of the self

Chapman takes issue with the standard model:

[…] if initiation is transformation, then you underwent initiation the moment you performed your first magical act.

Furthermore, every revelatory or transformative experience, from the moment you first used your lungs to the reading of this sentence, must be part of an initiatory process. As an exercise in revelation, the practice of magick can be considered an acceleration of this process. However, due to the very nature of revelation, initiation never ends.

I would tend to agree, having repeatedly undergone transformative ordeals, mostly near-death; after each I felt altered and saw things & myself differently, but then the bustle and banality of the everyday exerted itself once more, and I found I could barely even remember the momentous event of my near demise. I sometimes read over my old journals and am amazed at the clarity & vision I had then, and forgot since. That is, I think, the difficult lesson for the magician or religious seeker: to maintain a regular pattern of initiatory experience, rather than assuming it’s a one-time deal and you can get fat and relax with your occult groupies.

film report: Roadhouse

Being on something of a Swayze bender, I decided to rewatch the 1989 throat-ripping classic, Roadhouse. Let’s see how much of the plot you can deduce from these screenshots:

 

So basically, Dalton (Patrick Swayze) is a cooler, a lead-bouncer, who is propositioned to sort out a violent shithole called The Double Deuce, “the kind of place where they sweep up the eyeballs after closing”. He immediately fires a bunch of degenerates, including an amusing character who fucks a 80s blonde in the backroom, “you gonna be my regular Saturday night thing” and then protests “I’m on my break!” when Dalton sticks his head in to fire him. Dalton rents a room in a farm and does tai chi style exercises half-naked, but also immediately lights a cigarette upon awaking,

because this is a 80s action film. The farm is opposite a villa owned by the villainous Brad Wesley

– one of the greatest of 80s villains – played by Coach Red Pill:

There are loads of 80s titties and 80s blondes, and Coach Red Pill’s henchmen are an assemblage of fired maths teachers, fat American slobs, and homosexual rapists. One of them drives a monster truck.

So anyway, Coach Red Pill demands tribute payments from local store owners and Dalton ends up fighting his various henchmen and saving the town. CRP makes a great villain, one of these bad guys who simply enjoys life and enjoys his villainy – he has no rancour, no ill will, he’s just a local kingpin and relishes the role. Dalton calls in assistance from the legendary cooler Wade Garrett,

played by Sam Elliott. I believe we have here the key to 80s splendour – the supporting cast must be at least as good as the supposed protagonist.

The script is particularly memorable, with zingers every couple of minutes, and a great deal of homoeroticism. The film closed out the 80s, the greatest decade known to man.

It might just become your regular Saturday night thing.

time travel and memory

Big Dick Anon has been delving into time travel:

Good to be back in the jungle. Folks are really excited and the wood chipper has been tested on several of Maduro`s followers.The Gold Miners and Crime lords have split up many of the spoils and interestingly enough they plan on fixing the country and helping a lot of people Maduro has been fucking over for a long time. They really hate the Iranians and the Cubans. Suspect the oil seizure will set things off. With the Capital going dark soon there after and Maduro being well dealt with. China is fucked. They are trying to flood the country to save the dam but they have made mistakes in their diversion systems and with pending earthquakes well enjoy the ride. Time travel, the beginning point is to understand the underlying meaning of Aristotle`s discussion of time in his work. “The Physics”. From here realize time is an internal issue as much as an external one. And there are a number of ways to make the journey. Also consider that language is a complete failure in dealing with time and to look beyond language and simply gaze into the darkness. For example there are individuals who have made the journey by overcoming the limitations that many folks place on themselves. Think in terms of the imagination as the trigger added to stimulation. For example Patton well these comments are simply a statement of fact.

Others have been known to have an inclination to time travel. There is something inherently in their chemistry that triggers a rip in space and time that allow them to move in time much the same way most folks simply move in the present. There exists in a Cherokee family several folks who have this gift. In fact one member was a pilot in WWII and at the Battle of Midway simply disappeared in mid-flight to reappear in California in 1849. And later recruited at Harvard by a very special group. And the gates. Later with photos of this family. Business calls.

Well, that’s a lot to digest. It occurs to me, what if memory is essentially time/space travel? – that we are not accessing a record stored in the brain, computer-style, but rather the brain using stored traces as a jumping-off-point to time/space travel, so we actually witness e.g. our first day at school once more? If we can take the present as the atomic moment in which our entire spiritual being & force is made physically real, so our physical reality is a taut concrete blip in the ocean of the immaterium, then future projection and memory enact a commerce with spiritual realities.

In which case, a traumatic memory still stings because you are actually literally moving in time & space to the original moment & location, and as it were through a glass darkly perceiving & experiencing that grief once more. You are not merely “remembering”, but re-experiencing.

When we remember, do we retroactively alter? Is the original experience coloured by the superimpositions of futurity? Could there be moments when we feel not merely the experience itself, but also how we will remember it? – a question to some degree touched upon in Geoff Dyer’s magnificent The Missing of the Somme. Could there be a numinous quality to our pivotal experience? – especially in my first year at university, I lived a double life, richly, feeling very much that the people I met, the situations in which I found myself, the daily beauties & splendours & miseries of my first maturation, were already written in a novel that many would read and re-read. I felt to be living within a grand story.

In this manner, one could perhaps engineer events to attract future remembrance. For example, 9/11.

The event will both generate & absorb imaginal force, in the form of attention, intense emotion, remembrance, speculation. This may well be the purpose of ritual – to consciously create a nexus. By this means, you attract & exploit human imaginal power, extending into the far future; you alter the weave of reality itself: presumably it would be possible to create an inner architecture to the event, to use that imaginal power to specific ends, to exalt a specific non-human intelligence if so desired.

For the evil elites, the figure known as Satan has long been one such entity.

But if there are such evidently malign entities and ceremonies, there must be a contrary.

I think this is one purpose of Q-anon: to craft a benign, alternate event, a “great awakening”. There is an imaginal, one could say “magickal” quality to Q, a sense of the spiritual significance to our times. I would love to know if someone in Q-team has delved deeply into chaos magick; if the American military have, in fact, been experimenting with the immaterium for some time, and identified a malignant non-human sentience (Satan) as an active agent within the Cabal’s machinations & workings. If so, one could hardly pick a better figure than Donald Trump to create a benign counter-narrative & imaginal reality; a man deeply aware of corruption & creation, a man in some ways so utterly ordinary as to be incorruptible, so utterly egotistical as to be always independent of the kind of influence wielded by evil, so utterly humorous and ironic, so like a child in some respects, a true innocent though wise.