HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: The Great 666 Beast of...the Great Reset?

 

Revelation Maths…An Adipose Bastard with A Real Hate On…Psalm 119…Hebrew Letters and the Fabric of Existence…New Jerusalem and Thelemic Utopia...Supporting World Events...Happy Halloween.

For Halloween, what else would I give you but dystopian horror with elements of truth to it? I mentioned before that some of the Revelation blab of the 80’s was beginning to grow legs. One years-old day in a drug fugue, I thought, “How could Crowley have brought about Revelation? That’s what he wanted to do. That’s what his life's work was all about. Fucking kook. Like you could do that. But saying you could…”

1904. The infamous puffy wizard fuck, after being contacted by a deity he called Aiwass, began a process called breaking the 30 Aethyrs, which are, in an occult mythos nutshell, our existential fabric accompanied by guardians known as the Shells. Breaking them in order to contact the shells is said to end the world, which is I guess why they call them the Shells. I’ve never found a text where this is clearly stated, but it seems fitting. The Old Crow traveled the globe over some years conducting this rite (travel is required—the Aethyrs may only be broken in certain locales), and the story says he got little result with the break, but yet he gave everyone an amazing book about the experiment years later.

1904 plus 119 equals 2023

As we know, the projected beginning of what everyone thinks is going to be Armageddon, and I’m getting this from Fox News (everyone’s fave news cunts), is 2025, but as we can see, war is happening NOW. This will be WW3, not some bogus skirmish for oil profits. These fucks are playing for keeps. I think we all know that. 

What does the 119 years between these two dates have to do with anything? Check out the 119^th psalm. It is built on the Hebrew Alphabet. The meanings of each letter are not like our letters, which have no meaning, but only sound to create meaning in conjunction with one another. The Hebrew letters each have a very divine meaning, as if they hold the fabric of the universe together.

For the sake of argument, let’s say the letters, which are really in our case sorcerer’s sigils, do indeed hold our reality together. Let’s then say that some prickshit came along with the resolve that he, oh he was the Great Beast of Revelation. Then, he joined the Free Masons, and after a while he and some other fools who wanted to start their own Masonic spin off (Golden Dawn) read on the Hebrew Alphabet and decided to put their divinity to the test. He’d have used the letters as a sort of ladder to creation…a tower of Babylon, put simply.

Tooth, Change, and Lies. Crow's Favorite.

He would have viewed the letters as rungs to the top of creation and said, “I’ll just break each one on my way up, then jump down.” After all, it’s not a real fall, is it? It’s all etheric, which is a fancy word for LARPing, isn’t it?

Saying it isn’t, how would you do that? To the best of my ken, it would go Hexagrams (Kundalini, Star Sapphire) in ordinal corners, a chant, Angel or Devil stars in the main four corners, calling the Bornless (HGA, Demon in his case, likely Asmodeus), saying the Psalm backwards unto it, a meditation, license to depart, then reading the proper Enochian call to the Godhead. Satan, Yahweh, The Sophia, or Aiwass, if you prefer. Aiwass is said to be Jehovah. Which is somehow more frightening, if you allow yourself to suspend your disbelief, which we must do with any good horror piece. It would because this great Father we’ve all had shoved down our throats since birth, along with his son, would actually be Satan and Lucifer, respectively.

If you want to read his account
of the visions (1900-09),
this is it.

I imagine the Old Crow—and I believe he wrote this somewhere—used the flip side of the above misanthropy coin to justify himself as a great humanitarian who thought himself a closet Christian. See, a working like this operates with the same heart as Lincoln had when he viewed the Constitution—it is Heavenly Dictum, in other words, he has been divinely ordered to do this. Now, he performed the Amalantrah Working in New York to facilitate this preternatural palaver--to create a spinal tap into the Godhead, more or less. We imagine he was given orders and more than a prophecy, the end times are a decree, and it is up to someone to bring it to Earth three ways, 666. 

But why?

The New Jerusalem is supposed to come out of the horrors of Revelation. Crowley, if memory serves, viewed the NJ as Thelemic Utopia, a golden world in which there are no rules because rules themselves have become unnecessary. Rules are for the unenlightened. Thelemic Utopia, we are no longer hateful, so why do we need rules? In this world, nothing is true. All is permitted. And no one even considers so much as the consideration of an idea that was once a notion called trespass because nothing you do can possibly be hurtful in this world. There’s just no more of that in this world.

Sounds a bit like the thinking behind the Great Reset, doesn’t it?

Currently, the theory is that the Great Reset we are witnessing belongs to the Illuminati, another greatly patronized organization that you’d kind of have to be a dipshit to miss. Their symbology, if you know it, really is everywhere. I don’t care how dumb this seems. It is there, there’s fuck all you can do to argue against that fact whether you think the symbols are meaningful or not, and the so-called “Great 666 Beast of Revelation” was one of theirs. That means they’d have known what he did those many years ago. Chances are, he was assigned to it. Not that he’d ever tell. He was quite content to take all of the credit for himself.

He broke the rungs on the way up and fell, far, far to the ground. Aleister Crowley died broke and reviled. Shunned by everyone. Betrayed by a publicist who thought it only moral that his confessions, which were not supposed to be published, were so that the world would always know what a bastard they were dealing with when they said his name.

Boleskine House

Before closing, let’s have a few supporting world events! Only a few. We could cover six novels worth, but there’s no time.

In the end times, man is supposed to eat his children. I believe this is Isaiah, but it may be Jeremiah. He is supposed to be made by God, due to his evils, fuck and eat his children. Epstein’s Island, anyone?

Also, from the same prophet, man is said to feed the children “sour grapes” thus “setting their teeth on edge” which is a cryptic way of saying the leadership will rile the public up with cynical sensationalism, or rather, bullshit issues to be pissed about because being pissed makes you FEEL FUCKING ALIVE, doesn’t it? It also makes you fight each other, which gives them more latitude to buttfuck Magna Carta in its dusty, dead cornhole.

Wars, and rumors of wars. Fuck. Do I really need to explain that one?  

Also—the claim of the Great Reset Fuckers who say, “This’ll all be decided by 2030.” The connotations of that, given the timing of world events (2023-2030 projected, seven-year war outlined in scripture), are almost too pernicious to bear. As I’ve said, it looks planned. 

As always this is dystopia for the purposes of entertainment mixed with the finely ground spice of what I honestly hold as my truth. It doesn’t have to be yours. For myself, I am cursed with a brain that hashes out possibles based on anything I experience—or notice. But I’ll never look at anyone and say you have to believe this.

Now that I’ve sucked all hope from you and filled the void remaining with horror—

Happy Halloween, friends. Enjoy your candied hearts.

The Old Crow.

Stuff you don’t have to read, but may:

Usually when I begin a piece, I’m a bit of a zealot myself and I said:

I’m starting to wish I’d never looked into any of this occult shit. It was supposed to be a lark, or a LARP as they call it these days, as in I was fucked up and not taking myself seriously, having myself on because I was a drug addict with no serious motivation in any other direction. The shit wasn’t supposed to prove out. I think Crowley, when he was studying the occult and uncovering sacred secrets for the Golden Dawn, had the same idea I outline above and decided to make a go of it. Now, we can all call him a cunt and patronize him the day long, it still doesn’t change the fact that some pretty serious occult-y shit went quite provably the fuck down at Boleskine House, and in the Sahara, the Great Pyramid, South America, the Orient, and other places on Crowley’s account. My view, if anyone could pull this off, it was that unbelievably misanthropic cunt. I don’t care that he’s a creeper, and he was. The fucker was clever, the fucker was mad, and I believe that he did it for the same reason an abusive father breaks his kid’s toys. Because Aleister Crowley thought he was Lucifer, and an angry father’s breaking of child’s toys is what Lucifer is said to be doing, in a nut, when he spits his golden sword of fire on the whole of humanity.

Of course, on second reading this feels a wee bit knee-jerkish, but this knee-jerk is likely coming from the Part Who Wonders. I included it in case you also have one of those, and I got it talking.