Quotes

Sigils are the means of guiding and uniting the partially free belief with an organic desire, its carriage and retention till its purpose served in the sub-conscious self, and its means of reincarnation in the Ego. All thought can be expressed by form in true relation. Sigils are monograms of thought, for the government of energy (all heraldry, crests, monograms, are Sigils and the Karmas they govern), relating to Karma; a mathematical means of symbolising desire and giving it form that has the virtue of preventing any thought and association on that particular desire (at the magical time), escaping the detection of the Ego, so that it does not restrain or attach such desire to its own transitory images, memories and worries, but allows it free passage to the sub-consciousness.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

There is amongst the linear pathway of the circle, triangle, cross and pentacle, a sigillated projection of the magician’s potentialities, a hieroglyphic codex of his self-overcoming. The subtle geometries which link the words and deeds, the vibrations and sensations, of the magician to the trajectories of his going forth into Otherness are visibly indicated by the mundane objects of the rite: the linear representations and iconography. These give Form to the invisible forces of alignment which are realized in the apotheosis of emotive intuition: the Gnostic revelation in the midst of the obsession-encircled heart.

To the Egyptians, the ibis was a perfect symbol for their nation because its white plumage showed the sun, its black neck the shadow of the moon, its body a heart, its legs a triangle, and it always appeared at the rising of the Nile. The ibis relates to Thoth in the same way that the falcon relates to Merlin.
The name Thoth is a corruption of Djehuti, or Tahuti, whom the Greeks identified with Hermes – hence Hermopolis. In this area of Egypt he was seen as a Moon God, intimately connected with tides, and madness and matings, and wisdom of a reflective sort, whose sacred animals were the ibis itself, of course, and also the baboon, which in some households was kept as a pet, trained to pick fruit and even help with simple domestic chores. As one who rescued the Eye of Horus after it was stolen by Set, Thoth is in Khemnu to ensure that the shadow-aspects of this centre do not lose touch with the light entirely.
Thoth appears in many guises throughout the vast array of Egyptian mythology, and although he was respected and admired, he never quite attained the public appeal of the likes of, say, Sekhmet and Hathor. Many of the gods began their theological,careers as philosophical concepts which, sometimes, attached themselves to human figures from myth or history. Christ was seen in Jesus, Geb in Osiris, but this process never developed with Thoth.
He was always the Teacher, Assessor, Communicator, Interpreter, Balancer and Reflector of (Moon) Wisdom.

Magick is not created by man, it is a part of man, having its basis in the structure of his brain, his body and his nervous system in their relations to his conceptual universe, the matrix of thought, and of speech, the mother of thought.

You are the spell the universe has cast.

We are entering a phase which may become as
oppressive to the spirit as medieval monotheism. The
production/ consumption equation is becoming increasingly
difficult to grasp or balance as the consumer religion of the
masses begins to dictate politics.

Beware the autumn people.
For some, autumn comes early, stays late, through life, where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring or revivifying summer.
For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.
Where do they come from? The dust.
Where do they go? The grave.
Does blood stir their veins? No, the night wind.
What ticks in their head? The worm.
What speaks through their mouth? The toad.
What sees from their eye? The snake.
What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.
They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks.
Such are the autumn people.

I need to rebel against myself. I need to do what I most fear.