Re: tarology updates and a few reminders...

#11
Ross G. R. Caldwell wrote: Thanks very much for that insightful comment Marco. What do you mean by "faith"?

I would say that I definitely have always had an inner security, or sense of guidance and purpose, even when I didn't know what to call it or where I might learn more about it. I can't remember a time when I didn't hear that inner voice.
I love Dante's definition:

Fede è sustanza di cose sperate
e argomento de le non parventi;

Faith is the substance of the things we hope for,
And evidence of those that are not seen;


I guess the "inner voice" and a strong attraction for the invisible could be what I perceived reading the interview :)

Marco

Re: tarology updates and a few reminders...

#12
marco wrote: I love Dante's definition:

Fede è sustanza di cose sperate
e argomento de le non parventi;

Faith is the substance of the things we hope for,
And evidence of those that are not seen;


I guess the "inner voice" and a strong attraction for the invisible could be what I perceived reading the interview :)

Marco
Ah, yes. Dante's is in turn a fairly literal rendering of Hebrews 11:1

"Est autem fides sperandarum substantia rerum, argumentum non apparentium."

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen"
(King James Version)

You're right, it's pretty strong in me. And it didn't matter whether it was dark or light - it certainly doesn't matter now. Naturally there is a relevant Crowley quote -

"It was a windy night, that memorable seventh night of December, when this philosophy was born in me. How the grave old Professor wondered at my ravings! I had called at his house, for he was a valued friend of mine, and I felt strange thoughts and emotions shake within me. Ah! how I raved! I called to him to trample me, he would not. We passed together into the stormy night. I was on horseback, how I galloped round him in my phrenzy, till he became the prey of a real physical fear! How I shrieked out I know not what strange words! And the poor good old man tried all he could to calm me; he thought I was mad! The fool! I was in the death struggle with self: God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered - now I have only one doubt left -- which of the twain was God? Howbeit, I aspire!"

http://hermetic.com/crowley/collected-w ... ldama.html

Faith - yes. There was one passage in the Holy Books that frightened me the most, since I first read it in 1983. The Great Work was my life's purpose, my deepest sense of meaning, my direction, and the hope of my fulfilment. Therefore this passage filled me with dread, emptiness and fear -

"They therefore who had with smiling faces abandoned their homes, their possessions, their wives, their children, in order to perform the Great Work, could with steady calm and firm correctness abandon the Great Work itself: for this is the last and greatest projection of the alchemist."
Liber LXI vel Causae, v. 28

It turned out this is exactly what I had to do, and what happened, except for children, of which I have none (and I'm sure my unborn children are grateful for it; my wife of the time is surely not). The last step, the "exit" I described in my discussion with Enrique, was both the achievement and, ultimately, the abandonment of the Great Work. But the cost was great, it was everything. If I hadn't been willing to pay it, I wouldn't have been been able to achieve this "last and greatest projection of the alchemist", the union of the microcosm and the macrocosm (and I had no idea what that might mean). My faith in the system, and my fear of the inevitable consequences of it, including this terrible verse, were based on the occult maxim "For if ye take but one step in this Path, ye must arrive inevitably at the end thereof." Crowley was the inspiration that gave me the example and hope it was possible, and the demon who drove me, who kept laughing at me saying "not yet you haven't, you can't say goodbye, not yet!"

Another terrifying verse for me, that tested my faith because I couldn't imagine it would be possible to risk everything and trust there was any reward or reality to it at all, was this -

"With courage conquering fear shall ye approach me: ye shall lay down your heads upon mine altar, expecting the sweep of the sword."

When I kept my possessions, my marriage, my little life and ambitions, my very identity as someone "doing magick", I couldn't imagine sacrificing everything on this "altar" for the phantoms of the "Great Work", and expecting the next verse in reward -

"But the first kiss of love shall be radiant on your lips; and all my darkness and terror shall turn to light and joy."
Liber Tzaddi, vv. 16-17

But indeed I did, indeed I was compelled to, and indeed it was.
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A conversation with Mary Greer

#16
tongue exercise:
I am proud to announce that I just finished redesigning
the black strips on the Plains Zebra

(Equus quagga, formerly Equus burchelli)

whenever you have a chance
go to the nearest zoo
and check it out

(hint: I made the strips a quarter of inch wider)

tarology update:
a conversation with Mary Greer

http://tarology.wordpress.com/2010/05/1 ... ary-greer/


tarology forecast: judgement

angel with chance of trumpet

partly naked

scattered clapping towards the evening

If you haven't been blessed with baldness
bring your forehead
What’s honeymoon salad? Lettuce alone
Don’t look now, mayonnaise is dressing!

Re: tarology updates and a few reminders...

#17
tongue exercise:

if you were blindfolded,

and someone kisses you,

would you be able to tell if the person is a stockbroker
or a painter?


tarology forecast: the fool

severe walking

90% chance of shoes

High: cat

Low: dog

scattered scratching
around the suburbs


Remember: flowers prefer not to be set on fire by cigarette butts


tarology updates:

a conversation with Todd Landman

Natalie Jeremijenko draws Death


www.enriqueenriquez.me
What’s honeymoon salad? Lettuce alone
Don’t look now, mayonnaise is dressing!

Re: tarology updates and a few reminders...

#18
tongue exercise:


I broke a word


and found inside

an awful lot

of sweat


all vowel’s bones

were rubber bands

bouncing ribs

without lungs


carcass of consonants

popping



tarology forecast: Le Pope

ole pep peep lo eel pop pee lop
peel op pee pol lee pop

ole pep peep lo eel pop pee lop
peel op pee pol lee pop

ole pep peep lo eel pop pee lop
peel op pee pol lee pop

(applause)


Tarology update:

A brief conversation with Marco Ponzi and Ross S. Caldwell about why the best way of talking to the dead is by buying this book: http://www.maproom.co.uk/publications/
What’s honeymoon salad? Lettuce alone
Don’t look now, mayonnaise is dressing!

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