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My definition of a devil is a god who has not been recognized. That is to say, it is a power in you to which you have not given expression, and you push it back. And then, like all repressed energy, it builds up and becomes completely dangerous to the position you’re trying to hold.
Ave Babalon
Alan Moore and S for Smiley Riot Shield
by James Cauty.
A progenitor of my magical alignment.
>:)
By James L. Wilber
“In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming”
– H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of
Cthulhu
“I’ve seen things… seen things you little people wouldn’t believe…”
Roy Batty, Blade Runner
“I need you on this one, Frank. I need your magic.”
I sat across from the captain I hadn’t seen in a dozen years. Nicotine
infused vapor hung in the air, despite the fans that constantly whirred and spun. We could build these massive
arcologies, power them, make them immune to earthquake and storm, but they
never got the fucking ventilation right.
I sucked on my pipe, let my own vapor-smoke fill the air, expelling it
slowly to give me more time to respond. “I don’t understand. I haven’t been in
the game for over a decade. Even when I was, I was never like Holden, or Gaff,
or Deckard. I was always support and information. I think I fired my pistol
maybe twice my whole time on the force.”
I didn’t need this shit. I enjoyed my semi-retirement working in the
archives. The dance of the data files intrigued me. There was always a puzzle
to figure out, matching and cross-referencing what the bots missed.
Bryant leaned back in his chair, laced his fingers, and gave his
trademark shit-eating, benevolent smile. “That’s exactly why I need you. This
one’s fucking weird. You like weird.”
israfel angel of song by peter mohrbacher
Battle horn of the Demiurge.
“I think there is too much darkness in magic. I can understand that it is part of the theatre. I can understand Aleister Crowley – who I think was a great intellect that was sometimes let down by his own flair for showmanship — but he did a lot to generate the scary aura of the magician that you find these sad, Crowleyite f**ks making a fetish of. The ones who say "oh we’re into Aleister Crowley because he was the wickedest man in the world, and we’re also into Charles Mansonbecause we’re bad. And we are middle-class as well, but we’re bad.” There are some people who seek evil – I don’t think there is such a thing as evil – but there are people who seek it as a kind of Goth thing. That just adds to the murk to what to me is a very lucid and flourescent subject. What occultism needs is someone to open the window, it’s too stuffy and it smells. Let’s get some fresh air, throw open the curtains – I can’t go for that posturing, spooky guy stuff.”
Alan Moore, in an “Alan Moore Interview” by Matthew De Abaitua (1998), later published in Alan Moore: Conversations (2011) edited by Eric L. Berlatsky
