Saturday 24 December 2011
Monday 19 December 2011
'Something good is gonna happen'
Kate Bush and Wilhelm Reich, a dynamite combination.
One of my favourite songs of hers, Cloudbusting. It was a while before I realised it was about Reich (played by Donald Sutherland in the video) and his arrest by the authorities:
Monday 28 November 2011
Aliaa Magda Elmahdy Pt 2
Well, well, look at this
Female nudity in the Middle East as a political statement . . . it would have seemed unthinkable a week ago.
OK, it may be said that an old pervert like me is merely pleased at the thought of lots more naked women (which, admittedly, is always a good thing) but, hey, there are zillions of female bodies on the net for those who wish to view them. I really think that there is something quite magickally archetypal about this, something that goes right to the source of things.
Hope it's the start of an method for international protest . . .
Maybe it is
Female nudity in the Middle East as a political statement . . . it would have seemed unthinkable a week ago.
OK, it may be said that an old pervert like me is merely pleased at the thought of lots more naked women (which, admittedly, is always a good thing) but, hey, there are zillions of female bodies on the net for those who wish to view them. I really think that there is something quite magickally archetypal about this, something that goes right to the source of things.
Hope it's the start of an method for international protest . . .
Maybe it is
Ken Russell
Another genius gone. Obituary
I loved his films. Nearly all of them are worth seeing. He always pushed the boundaries as well as having great visual flair.
Personal favorites - Women In Love, The Music Lovers, Savage Messiah, Altered States and, of course, The Devils, One of the best examinations of the idea that Christian sexual repression leads to madness and cruelty I've ever seen. Reichian in it's vision.
(And we're still waiting for an uncensored version)
But see it anyway. It's still great.
I loved his films. Nearly all of them are worth seeing. He always pushed the boundaries as well as having great visual flair.
Personal favorites - Women In Love, The Music Lovers, Savage Messiah, Altered States and, of course, The Devils, One of the best examinations of the idea that Christian sexual repression leads to madness and cruelty I've ever seen. Reichian in it's vision.
(And we're still waiting for an uncensored version)
But see it anyway. It's still great.
Friday 18 November 2011
Aliaa Magda Elmahdy
On the surface this would appear to be just another pic of a naked woman - very pretty, nice touch with the red shoes and hair decoration, but like so many others.
Except that it isn't. This woman may well be putting her life on the line.
She is Aliaa Magda Elmahdy, an Egyptian blogger. She's posted this on her blog (here) because - to use her own words - it "screams against a society of violence, racism, sexism, sexual harassment and hypocrisy."
Article about it here.
To do this in an Islamic country, even a relatively relaxed one like Egypt, is an act of utter bravery. She has a hell of a lot of repressive forces ranged against her and I wish I had a fraction of her courage.
It did remind me of years ago when sexual freedom and political freedom were entwined. But with the rise of the new PC puritanism, this is no longer the case. Pity. It's interesting that she describes herself as a feminist.
Aliaa is providing us with one of the great classical images of truth and freedom. unashamed, and challenging anyone who sees it to say it is wrong.
Sex Magick in the truest sense of the phrase.
I really hope she triumphs, and I really hope she comes to no harm.
I urge those of you out there to send some energy her way, in whatever form you choose.
Monday 31 October 2011
Hallow's Eve
On this night I always find myself thinking of those who've gone before. My parents, family members, some friends . . .
The feeling of loss is always there, but the conviction that there is more to all of us than this physical life, and there is a continuation after that ends, has never left me.
As for those of us still here, we miss them, we should honour them and live our lives as fully as we can.
Because that is what life is for.
So tonight we take a little time from our lives to think of them. I've posted this quote before but it surely belongs here:
The End. Unto them from whose eyes the veil of life hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of their true Wills; whether they will absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with their chosen and preferred, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve the labour and heroism of incarnation on this planet or another, or in any Star, or aught else, unto them may there be granted the accomplishment of their wills; yea, the accomplishment of their wills. AUMGN. AUMGN. AUMGN.
-AC: Liber XV
The feeling of loss is always there, but the conviction that there is more to all of us than this physical life, and there is a continuation after that ends, has never left me.
As for those of us still here, we miss them, we should honour them and live our lives as fully as we can.
Because that is what life is for.
So tonight we take a little time from our lives to think of them. I've posted this quote before but it surely belongs here:
The End. Unto them from whose eyes the veil of life hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of their true Wills; whether they will absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with their chosen and preferred, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve the labour and heroism of incarnation on this planet or another, or in any Star, or aught else, unto them may there be granted the accomplishment of their wills; yea, the accomplishment of their wills. AUMGN. AUMGN. AUMGN.
-AC: Liber XV
Tuesday 18 October 2011
Wednesday 12 October 2011
Wednesday 5 October 2011
Bert Jansch
The grim Reaper has paid another of his unwelcome visits.
Bert Jansch, a superb singer/songwriter/guitarist has gone. I was fortunate enough to see him with Pentangle 3 years ago. Amazing.
Here's one of my favorite songs of his:
Bert Jansch, a superb singer/songwriter/guitarist has gone. I was fortunate enough to see him with Pentangle 3 years ago. Amazing.
Here's one of my favorite songs of his:
Friday 23 September 2011
Tuesday 23 August 2011
A note
I know you.
Everything else I say from this point on will be nothing more than an explanation of those three simple words.
I know you.
In that knowledge of you, as in your submission, there is no pride or shame, no arrogance or humility. There is only truth, the type of truth which contemptuously sweeps aside the pathetic sexual conventions which are the twisted legacy of our Judeo-Christian heritage, conventions that we cling to, even though we despise them.
But let’s not become trapped into high-flown statements about how Society Is To Blame.
Because it isn’t. We are to blame if we let it restrict us.
Besides, I want to talk about your cunt - So much power in that word!
Consider the following statements:
“Master, please fuck my vagina” - Too clinical.
“Master, please fuck my pussy” - Too fluffy.
“Master, please fuck my cunt” - See what I mean?
Anyway, back to your cunt. I use the word ‘your’ in it’s technical sense, because it’s easier to talk about it that way, but in real terms, it isn’t yours, it’s mine. It belongs to me as your mouth, your tits, your arse do. You are my property, to be used as I see fit.
Your body is the altar on which we sacrifice to the Gods, the ultimate offering.
So I’m thinking about your cunt. I want you to think about it. Think about displaying your cunt, when ordered to do so. Your legs wide, your cunt held open for my appreciation. In that simple act you define yourself - ‘Here I am, my cunt is yours, not something to be hidden shamefully in the dark, furtively fucked with the lights out, but openly displayed - ‘This is my cunt, feel it, fuck it, whip it, order me to wank it until I come, do what you want with it’ .
Think about being strapped to the bench, your legs bound open so you couldn’t close them if you wanted to, (You particularly like that), your shaven cunt ready for use. not knowing whether your cunt is going to be stroked, fingered, fucked or whipped. Think about the flogger descending on your cunt, your body jerking with the sting, think about how good the thought of that is. Think about my fingers stroking and exploring, feeling the folds and crevices of your cunt, sliding into the wetness, of your slit, your hole. Think about my cock pushing into you, you surrendering to being fucked, because your cunt is greedy, your cunt is demanding, your cunt is the gateway to ecstasy, to the dark and joyous underworld where the ancient spirits of sexual power wait to be summoned.
Your cunt is hungry, and has a right to be fed. Your cunt is available, and needs to be used.
And, of course, your cunt is beautiful.
You may not think so, you may think it’s ugly, but such a thought is a denial of your submission. You have no right to think badly of your Master’s property. It is beautiful, and if you think otherwise, you will confess that thought when you see me next, and be punished for it. How hard would I have to whip you before you accepted that your cunt is beautiful, before the whip made you scream the words out? So why not accept it now and save yourself the pain? Unless, of course, you want it that way . . .
Your cunt is juicy, and is it, perhaps, becoming a little bit juicier as you read this? Maybe a tiny tingle, a slight itch there? Touch it now. That is an order. Feel it’s beauty, little one. Let your fingers stroke your cunt-lips, feel inside you, slide along the wetness. Continue doing this as you read. You do not, as yet, have my permission to orgasm.
Then there is your mouth. Sweet. Kissable. Sucking. How many times have you taken your Master’s cock in your worshipful mouth over the years? Knelt before me in obedience, devotion and need? How many times? Remember your pledge, in the beginning, when we started down this path together. ‘I exist to serve my Master’s cock’ And you have, with great skill and awareness. Remember the time you told me that you needed to suck me, not just something you did as part of your submissive duty, that you felt deprived in some way if, on the odd occasion that it happened, a day went by without you being ordered to suck. That you needed to be ordered to do it as much as you needed to do it. The times when your fingers are busy in your cunt as you use your lips and your tongue. And those times when you’ve brought yourself to a shuddering orgasm as I fill your mouth.
Next, imagine this: you knelt on the bed, head down, legs open, presenting your arse to be buggered - it shouldn’t take much imagining, you’ve fulfilled this need of yours often enough . . .
Perhaps your wrists and anlkles are cuffed together, so you are helpless, vulnerable, available. Perhaps your arse is decorated with whip marks. Either way, I am knelt behind you, admiring your inviting arsehole. I rub the tip of my cock at the entrance, teasing you slightly as you try to move back on to it. Then you feel me entering, you open up, taking your Master’s cock deep inside you. “Fuck my arse, Master, please fuck my arse”.
There is power in the incantation.
And we musn’t forget the whip. How could we?
You love your Master’s whip. You need the whip. The whip is your friend.
You like to kiss the whip before it’s used on you.
(I do hope you’re still playing with your cunt)
The whip frees you. The whip takes you somewhere else, a special place, the deep place of being. Being fucked by your Master is so much sweeter when the whip has prepared you for it, reminded you of who you really are.
And who are you, really, my love?
Someone wise, someone beautiful. Someone infinitely desirable.
A woman of power. A Scarlet Woman. A woman who can give herself utterly to her Master’s cock, and the whip. A woman who can revel in being used like the lowest whore in creation, and, at the same time, realise that she is a priestess. Because there is no separation between the two.
As I said, I know you.
You now have my permission to orgasm, if you wish . . .
Everything else I say from this point on will be nothing more than an explanation of those three simple words.
I know you.
In that knowledge of you, as in your submission, there is no pride or shame, no arrogance or humility. There is only truth, the type of truth which contemptuously sweeps aside the pathetic sexual conventions which are the twisted legacy of our Judeo-Christian heritage, conventions that we cling to, even though we despise them.
But let’s not become trapped into high-flown statements about how Society Is To Blame.
Because it isn’t. We are to blame if we let it restrict us.
Besides, I want to talk about your cunt - So much power in that word!
Consider the following statements:
“Master, please fuck my vagina” - Too clinical.
“Master, please fuck my pussy” - Too fluffy.
“Master, please fuck my cunt” - See what I mean?
Anyway, back to your cunt. I use the word ‘your’ in it’s technical sense, because it’s easier to talk about it that way, but in real terms, it isn’t yours, it’s mine. It belongs to me as your mouth, your tits, your arse do. You are my property, to be used as I see fit.
Your body is the altar on which we sacrifice to the Gods, the ultimate offering.
So I’m thinking about your cunt. I want you to think about it. Think about displaying your cunt, when ordered to do so. Your legs wide, your cunt held open for my appreciation. In that simple act you define yourself - ‘Here I am, my cunt is yours, not something to be hidden shamefully in the dark, furtively fucked with the lights out, but openly displayed - ‘This is my cunt, feel it, fuck it, whip it, order me to wank it until I come, do what you want with it’ .
Think about being strapped to the bench, your legs bound open so you couldn’t close them if you wanted to, (You particularly like that), your shaven cunt ready for use. not knowing whether your cunt is going to be stroked, fingered, fucked or whipped. Think about the flogger descending on your cunt, your body jerking with the sting, think about how good the thought of that is. Think about my fingers stroking and exploring, feeling the folds and crevices of your cunt, sliding into the wetness, of your slit, your hole. Think about my cock pushing into you, you surrendering to being fucked, because your cunt is greedy, your cunt is demanding, your cunt is the gateway to ecstasy, to the dark and joyous underworld where the ancient spirits of sexual power wait to be summoned.
Your cunt is hungry, and has a right to be fed. Your cunt is available, and needs to be used.
And, of course, your cunt is beautiful.
You may not think so, you may think it’s ugly, but such a thought is a denial of your submission. You have no right to think badly of your Master’s property. It is beautiful, and if you think otherwise, you will confess that thought when you see me next, and be punished for it. How hard would I have to whip you before you accepted that your cunt is beautiful, before the whip made you scream the words out? So why not accept it now and save yourself the pain? Unless, of course, you want it that way . . .
Your cunt is juicy, and is it, perhaps, becoming a little bit juicier as you read this? Maybe a tiny tingle, a slight itch there? Touch it now. That is an order. Feel it’s beauty, little one. Let your fingers stroke your cunt-lips, feel inside you, slide along the wetness. Continue doing this as you read. You do not, as yet, have my permission to orgasm.
Then there is your mouth. Sweet. Kissable. Sucking. How many times have you taken your Master’s cock in your worshipful mouth over the years? Knelt before me in obedience, devotion and need? How many times? Remember your pledge, in the beginning, when we started down this path together. ‘I exist to serve my Master’s cock’ And you have, with great skill and awareness. Remember the time you told me that you needed to suck me, not just something you did as part of your submissive duty, that you felt deprived in some way if, on the odd occasion that it happened, a day went by without you being ordered to suck. That you needed to be ordered to do it as much as you needed to do it. The times when your fingers are busy in your cunt as you use your lips and your tongue. And those times when you’ve brought yourself to a shuddering orgasm as I fill your mouth.
Next, imagine this: you knelt on the bed, head down, legs open, presenting your arse to be buggered - it shouldn’t take much imagining, you’ve fulfilled this need of yours often enough . . .
Perhaps your wrists and anlkles are cuffed together, so you are helpless, vulnerable, available. Perhaps your arse is decorated with whip marks. Either way, I am knelt behind you, admiring your inviting arsehole. I rub the tip of my cock at the entrance, teasing you slightly as you try to move back on to it. Then you feel me entering, you open up, taking your Master’s cock deep inside you. “Fuck my arse, Master, please fuck my arse”.
There is power in the incantation.
And we musn’t forget the whip. How could we?
You love your Master’s whip. You need the whip. The whip is your friend.
You like to kiss the whip before it’s used on you.
(I do hope you’re still playing with your cunt)
The whip frees you. The whip takes you somewhere else, a special place, the deep place of being. Being fucked by your Master is so much sweeter when the whip has prepared you for it, reminded you of who you really are.
And who are you, really, my love?
Someone wise, someone beautiful. Someone infinitely desirable.
A woman of power. A Scarlet Woman. A woman who can give herself utterly to her Master’s cock, and the whip. A woman who can revel in being used like the lowest whore in creation, and, at the same time, realise that she is a priestess. Because there is no separation between the two.
As I said, I know you.
You now have my permission to orgasm, if you wish . . .
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Quote
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
- William Blake - The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Think about it.
All of the implications.
- William Blake - The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Think about it.
All of the implications.
Monday 6 June 2011
The COMFY CHAIR !!!!
I really couldn't resist this: (from Bondage Blog)
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I realise that there may be a few benighted individuals out there who don't get the reference, so here's the sketch:
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I realise that there may be a few benighted individuals out there who don't get the reference, so here's the sketch:
Sunday 5 June 2011
Saturday 7 May 2011
Damn Right
'I must, before I die, find some way to say the essential thing that is in me, that I have never said yet - a thing that is not love or hate or pity or scorn, but the very breath of life, fierce and coming from far away, bringing into human life the vastness and the fearful passionless force of non-human things . . . '
Bertrand Russell My Philosophical Development
Bertrand Russell My Philosophical Development
Saturday 30 April 2011
This pic . . .
. . . gives a whole new dimension of meaning to the phrase 'You've been framed':
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From Erectus
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From Erectus
Busy Doing Nothing
I've liked this song ever since I was a child. It wasn't until years later that I realised that it is the perfect Zen statement:
Monday 25 April 2011
Slogan
How refreshing it is to see that some people out there have a sense of social responsibility . . .
Sunday 24 April 2011
All Magick Is Sex Magick
A sentiment I heartily agree with.
From this article, which makes some valid points, however, there is this:
Books with greater truths about sexuality and spirituality may only appeal to those who are willing to look past the licentious uses of sex and who are ready to challenge their own preconceptions. Few people really discuss sexuality openly and honestly
OK, fine as far as it goes - but do I detect a slight prissiness here? The 'licentious uses of sex' can be, IS, just as magickal - there is no separation. It is entirely possible to see the most tacky porn as a gateway into expanded consciousneess. In fact, I would say that until you can do just that, you ain't got it. To deny that is to deny Babalon. Don't get hung up on your worthiness, people.
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From this article, which makes some valid points, however, there is this:
Books with greater truths about sexuality and spirituality may only appeal to those who are willing to look past the licentious uses of sex and who are ready to challenge their own preconceptions. Few people really discuss sexuality openly and honestly
OK, fine as far as it goes - but do I detect a slight prissiness here? The 'licentious uses of sex' can be, IS, just as magickal - there is no separation. It is entirely possible to see the most tacky porn as a gateway into expanded consciousneess. In fact, I would say that until you can do just that, you ain't got it. To deny that is to deny Babalon. Don't get hung up on your worthiness, people.
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Wednesday 6 April 2011
A Few Pics
This is one of my favourite pics of Mocuar.
It was taken in a hotel room in Amsterdam a few years ago. I think it captures her rather well.
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She enjoys being a slave:
But likes to manifest her Dom side now and then:
It was taken in a hotel room in Amsterdam a few years ago. I think it captures her rather well.
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She enjoys being a slave:
But likes to manifest her Dom side now and then:
Wednesday 30 March 2011
Quote
There is an exchange of power that happens in SM that I have yet to find in many other places. Some SM activity may be understood as a ritual "sacrifice," the person being tortured sacrificing their power, pain or blood to the person doing the beating, cutting or piercing. Some people are in SM for the endorphins and the "high" produced by the person on the bottom (the one being beaten or whatever), which is empathed by the top, who then gets a contact high.
From here, an interesting article.
This is true, not only the 'pain' element in S/M, but also in the acts of dominance or submission themselves.
From here, an interesting article.
This is true, not only the 'pain' element in S/M, but also in the acts of dominance or submission themselves.
Tuesday 15 March 2011
A year has gone . . .
. . . since I started this blog. I wasn't sure how it would go or how long it would last, certainly a lot has happened, hence the gaps here and there. I have to say I've enjoyed it. So I'll keep it rolling as best as I can.
Here's a little pic of Mocuar to commemorate the occasion. Lovely!
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Here's a little pic of Mocuar to commemorate the occasion. Lovely!
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Monday 14 March 2011
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name . . .
I first that this back in '68. I went round my mate Steve's house because he told me he'd just bought the Stone's latest LP (we called them LP's in the dim mists of antiquity).
I sat down, he put it on and I was transfixed. Bloody incredible. A hell of a mind-fuck when you're 17. It still sounds wonderful.
I sat down, he put it on and I was transfixed. Bloody incredible. A hell of a mind-fuck when you're 17. It still sounds wonderful.
Thursday 10 March 2011
Gimme That Ole Time Religion
There are always goodies to be found on Old Erotic Art
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I love the expressions, they all look so happy!
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I love the expressions, they all look so happy!
The Sacred Whore
Spread this around.
Excerpted from the anonymous Gnostic text entitled "The Thunder: Perfect Mind"
composed circa 2,000 years ago:
Ancient wisdom from the Great Whore-Mother Goddess
I was sent forth from the power, and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me, and you hearers, hear me
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or at any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me. For I am the first and the last,
I am the honored one and the scorned one,
I am the whore and the holy one,
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband ...
Why do you who hate me, do you love me and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me, and you who confess me, deny me
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,
and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and those who have not known me, let them know me
For I am knowledge and ignorance,
I am shame and boldness,
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one ...
Come forward to me, you who know me
Come forward to childhood. . .
I am the one who has been hated everywhere and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life, and you have called Death.
I am the one they call Law, and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued, and I am the one whom you have seized
I am the one you have scattered, and you have gathered me together
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed, and you have been shameless to me ...
I am the one whom you have reflected upon, and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned, and they learn from me
I am the one whom you have despised, and you reflect upon me.
I am the one you have hidden from, and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves, I myself will appear.
And whenever you appear, I myself will hide from you ...
Why do you curse me and honor me?
You have wounded and you have had mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.
And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away ...
I am the knowledge of my inquiry, and the finding of those who seek after me,
of the angels who have been sent at my word
and of deities in their seasons by my counsel,
and of spirits of every man who exists with me,
and of women who dwell within me ...
I am the union and the dissolution ...
I am the judgment and the acquittal
I am sinless, and the root of sin derives from me
I am lust in outward appearance, and interior self-control exists within me ...
Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness ...
I am the one who is called Truth and Iniquity ...
Hear me, you hearers, and learn of my words, you who know me ...
For I am the one who alone exists, and I have no one who will judge me.
Many are the pleasant forms which exist in ... fleeting pleasures,
which men embrace until they become sober and go up to their resting-place
And they will find me there, and they will live, and they will not die again.
Monday 7 March 2011
Hungry Like The Wolf
Another gem from Old Erotic Art.
Dedicated to the lovely Shakti Force who likes wolves (Don't we all?)
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Here's another variation on the theme (from the same site):
Dedicated to the lovely Shakti Force who likes wolves (Don't we all?)
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Here's another variation on the theme (from the same site):
Sunday 6 March 2011
The Good Old Days
I found Old Erotic Art today.
An initial browse has turned up some pleasant imagery.
I love the use of colour in this one:
This is rather charming:
And this has real raw power:
As always, click on the image for a bigger version
The full archive can be found here, but I found it more fun to scroll through the pages.
I will, I think, visit again . . .
An initial browse has turned up some pleasant imagery.
I love the use of colour in this one:
This is rather charming:
And this has real raw power:
As always, click on the image for a bigger version
The full archive can be found here, but I found it more fun to scroll through the pages.
I will, I think, visit again . . .
Sunday 13 February 2011
Lupercalia
OK, none of this valentine's day nonsense, this is what it's really about. the feast of the wolf - Lupercalia.
Info here.
'The young men laughed and girded themselves in the skin of the sacrificed goat. Much feasting followed. Finally, using strips of the goat skin, the young men ran, each leading a group of priests, around the base of the hills of Rome, around the ancient sacred boundary of the old city called the pomarium. During this run, the women of the city would vie for the opportunity to be scourged by the young men as they ran by, some baring their flesh to get the best results of the fertility blessing (you can see why the Christian church tried so hard to get this ritual banned, but it was so popular that it continued for quite some time under the new regime.)'
Sounds like a fun idea to me.
Thursday 10 February 2011
Gary Moore
We've lost another one. Too many, too soon.
I was lucky enough to see him live about 18 months ago. An unforgettable gig. His guitar playing could lift you, take you somewhere else. I sometimes think that great musicians are more in contact with true magickal energy than many who claim to practice spirituality.
Here's a couple of examples of Moore at his best:
A genius.
I was lucky enough to see him live about 18 months ago. An unforgettable gig. His guitar playing could lift you, take you somewhere else. I sometimes think that great musicians are more in contact with true magickal energy than many who claim to practice spirituality.
Here's a couple of examples of Moore at his best:
A genius.
Sunday 6 February 2011
Chloe Des Lysses
What is it about some French women that they seem to possess an aura of erotic elegance . . .?
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More pics of the divine Chloe here. Enjoy. I did.
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More pics of the divine Chloe here. Enjoy. I did.
Friday 4 February 2011
The Lark Ascending
Ralph Vaughn Williams. There's a composer who knew his magick.
The Lark Ascending has always lifted me out of anything I've been bogged down in. If there's such a thing as English mysticism, this is it.
I couldn't find a video of the whole piece, so here it is in two parts.
In the same vein, his Fantasia On A Theme By Thomas Tallis is wonderful.
The Lark Ascending has always lifted me out of anything I've been bogged down in. If there's such a thing as English mysticism, this is it.
I couldn't find a video of the whole piece, so here it is in two parts.
In the same vein, his Fantasia On A Theme By Thomas Tallis is wonderful.
Thursday 3 February 2011
R.I.P. Kenneth Grant
One of the most important figures in the development of Thelemic magick in the late 20th century has gone.
Look him up.
'The End. Unto them from whose eyes the veil of life hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of their true Wills; whether they will absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with their chosen and preferred, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve the labour and heroism of incarnation on this planet or another, or in any Star, or aught else, unto them may there be granted the accomplishment of their wills; yea, the accomplishment of their wills. AUMGN. AUMGN. AUMGN.'
-AC: Liber XV
Look him up.
'The End. Unto them from whose eyes the veil of life hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of their true Wills; whether they will absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with their chosen and preferred, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve the labour and heroism of incarnation on this planet or another, or in any Star, or aught else, unto them may there be granted the accomplishment of their wills; yea, the accomplishment of their wills. AUMGN. AUMGN. AUMGN.'
-AC: Liber XV
Friday 28 January 2011
Expectation
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I like the expression on her face - a mixture of concern and anticipation. Lovely.
From Bondage Pets
Saturday 22 January 2011
‘The word of Sin is Restriction’
18 years ago I came to a decision. I would never go into another monogamous relationship. I would make it clear from the start that I didn’t expect whoever I was with to switch off her sexuality with anyone else but me and vice versa. This was after years of struggling with the conflicts between my personal belief system and conventional ’morality’.
I’ve never regretted that decision. I felt incredibly liberated by it. The True Will is exactly that.
Looking around for a word to describe the opposite of monogamy, I had difficulty at first. Polygamy?, polyamory? They just didn’t sound right and contained concepts within them that I wasn’t altogether happy with. Then a bit of thinking and googling turned up the word Panogamous. ‘Pan’ as in ‘many’ and ‘Pan’ the God. Perfect.
The truth is I’ve never understood it, this idea that one’s sexual expression should be confined to one person. How many people really never find themselves sexually interested in someone other than their partner? It’s part fear and part posession. It’s a kind of trade-off - “I’ll shut down my genitalia with other people and you do the same, that means we’re safe and proves we love each other.”
Nonsense.
I’m reminded of the following passage from Robert Heinlein’s wonderful Stranger In A Strange Land, an essential book. Read it, if you haven’t already:
‘the ethics of sex is a thorny problem. each of us is forced to grope with a solution he can live with - in the face of a preposterous, unworkable and evil code of so-called ‘Morals’. Most of us know the code is wrong, almost everybody breaks it. But we pay Danegeld by feeling guilty and giving lip service. Willy-nilly, the code rides us, dead and stinking, an albatross around the neck. . .
. . .I see the beauty of Mike’s attempt to devise an ideal ethic and applaud his recognition that such must start by junking the present sexual code and starting fresh. Most philosophers haven’t the courage for this; they swallow the basics of the present code - monogamy, body taboos, conventional restrictions on intercourse and so forth - then fiddle with details . . . even such piffle as discussing whether the female breast is an obscne sight!
But mostly they debate how we can be made to obey this code -ignoring the evidence that most tragedies they see around them are rooted in the code itself rather than in failure to abide by it’
I couldn’t put it better than that.
Insecurity plays its part. We may worry that our other half will have a better time in bed with someone else. So what? Mocuar has had a hell of a lot more sexual experience than I have. The law of averages says that many of those men were younger than me, better looking than me, better fucks than me and had bigger dicks than me. But she chooses to be with me.
If what you have between you is right, that’s all that matters. You don’t need conventional morality to prop it up, any more than a sound building needs huge external beams to support it.
Ah, but sex is intimacy, it is said. Oh yeah? I have female friends who’ve seen me at my lowest and most exposed, have heard about my deepest feelings, helped me through bad times, and I’ve done the same for them. Is that really less intimate than a fuck?
All this came together when I discovered Sex Magick, in particular, Thelemic Magick. As it says in The Book Of The Law:
‘The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! Refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! ‘
Notice it says ‘Refuse not thy wife if she will’.
This is the key to Panogamy. Before you can embark on it, you must be totally happy with the idea of your other half having fun with it. Totally happy - not just put up with it because it means that you get your jollies in return.
It’s first and foremost about freeing others and bringing positive sex-magickal energy into the world.
It isn’t a libertine’s charter, I’m sometimes amused by the reaction of people I talk to about it. The usual pattern is disbelief followed by the assumption that we must both be rampantly promiscuous. We’re not. If it happens, it happens.
There are those, and I pretty much agree with them, who believe that the reason why sexual freedom is so ruthlessly suppressed is that it may be the key to other freedoms. A sense that if people are allowed to fuck who they like, when they like and in a way that they like, it will somehow make them less controllable. Mocuar once said “We’re not truly free until we’re sexually free” That’s why every totalitarian regime or puritanical religious system in history has always clamped down on sexuality. The greatest con-trick in history was when people were persuaded to collude in their own misfortune, to see it as moral, because the clergy or the government says so. And to attack, sometimes savagely, anyone who said there could be another way.
I’m not setting Panogamy up as some moral absolute. I’m certainly not saying that everyone should practice it. If a couple are genuinely happy with a monogamous arrangement and are truly uninterested in others, then fine.
But how many really are?
I’ve never regretted that decision. I felt incredibly liberated by it. The True Will is exactly that.
Looking around for a word to describe the opposite of monogamy, I had difficulty at first. Polygamy?, polyamory? They just didn’t sound right and contained concepts within them that I wasn’t altogether happy with. Then a bit of thinking and googling turned up the word Panogamous. ‘Pan’ as in ‘many’ and ‘Pan’ the God. Perfect.
The truth is I’ve never understood it, this idea that one’s sexual expression should be confined to one person. How many people really never find themselves sexually interested in someone other than their partner? It’s part fear and part posession. It’s a kind of trade-off - “I’ll shut down my genitalia with other people and you do the same, that means we’re safe and proves we love each other.”
Nonsense.
I’m reminded of the following passage from Robert Heinlein’s wonderful Stranger In A Strange Land, an essential book. Read it, if you haven’t already:
‘the ethics of sex is a thorny problem. each of us is forced to grope with a solution he can live with - in the face of a preposterous, unworkable and evil code of so-called ‘Morals’. Most of us know the code is wrong, almost everybody breaks it. But we pay Danegeld by feeling guilty and giving lip service. Willy-nilly, the code rides us, dead and stinking, an albatross around the neck. . .
. . .I see the beauty of Mike’s attempt to devise an ideal ethic and applaud his recognition that such must start by junking the present sexual code and starting fresh. Most philosophers haven’t the courage for this; they swallow the basics of the present code - monogamy, body taboos, conventional restrictions on intercourse and so forth - then fiddle with details . . . even such piffle as discussing whether the female breast is an obscne sight!
But mostly they debate how we can be made to obey this code -ignoring the evidence that most tragedies they see around them are rooted in the code itself rather than in failure to abide by it’
I couldn’t put it better than that.
Insecurity plays its part. We may worry that our other half will have a better time in bed with someone else. So what? Mocuar has had a hell of a lot more sexual experience than I have. The law of averages says that many of those men were younger than me, better looking than me, better fucks than me and had bigger dicks than me. But she chooses to be with me.
If what you have between you is right, that’s all that matters. You don’t need conventional morality to prop it up, any more than a sound building needs huge external beams to support it.
Ah, but sex is intimacy, it is said. Oh yeah? I have female friends who’ve seen me at my lowest and most exposed, have heard about my deepest feelings, helped me through bad times, and I’ve done the same for them. Is that really less intimate than a fuck?
All this came together when I discovered Sex Magick, in particular, Thelemic Magick. As it says in The Book Of The Law:
‘The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! Refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! ‘
Notice it says ‘Refuse not thy wife if she will’.
This is the key to Panogamy. Before you can embark on it, you must be totally happy with the idea of your other half having fun with it. Totally happy - not just put up with it because it means that you get your jollies in return.
It’s first and foremost about freeing others and bringing positive sex-magickal energy into the world.
It isn’t a libertine’s charter, I’m sometimes amused by the reaction of people I talk to about it. The usual pattern is disbelief followed by the assumption that we must both be rampantly promiscuous. We’re not. If it happens, it happens.
There are those, and I pretty much agree with them, who believe that the reason why sexual freedom is so ruthlessly suppressed is that it may be the key to other freedoms. A sense that if people are allowed to fuck who they like, when they like and in a way that they like, it will somehow make them less controllable. Mocuar once said “We’re not truly free until we’re sexually free” That’s why every totalitarian regime or puritanical religious system in history has always clamped down on sexuality. The greatest con-trick in history was when people were persuaded to collude in their own misfortune, to see it as moral, because the clergy or the government says so. And to attack, sometimes savagely, anyone who said there could be another way.
I’m not setting Panogamy up as some moral absolute. I’m certainly not saying that everyone should practice it. If a couple are genuinely happy with a monogamous arrangement and are truly uninterested in others, then fine.
But how many really are?
Monday 17 January 2011
Scarlet Temples
Found Scarlet Temples today.
I've just had a quick scoot round it and there are some interesting links. Enjoy.
I've just had a quick scoot round it and there are some interesting links. Enjoy.
Tuesday 11 January 2011
A Couple Of Visual Delights
I found these on Knife To A Gun Fight - some interesting stuff there.
The Pentacle gives this one that extra something:
And this has a surreal quality I rather like:
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The Pentacle gives this one that extra something:
And this has a surreal quality I rather like:
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Monday 10 January 2011
Sky-Down V. Earth-Up
We were talking recently about the basic principles of Sex Magick and how they are applied when it hit me. or rather, it rippled up the back of my neck and detonated in my brain.
We live in a culture that is primarily (and sadly) Judeo - Christian in it’s thinking. This affects our concepts even when we think we have rejected the religions that spawned those ideas. I’ve touched upon this before but recently it assumed a clearer form.
It’s this. Most spiritual thinking is ‘Sky-Down’ i.e. there is a God (usually male) and he’s ‘up there’ - (Greek and Roman pagnism had a ruling sky-God) And he’s always extremely repressive and controlling. There’s also a heaven or equivalent and it’s ‘up there' - ’remember the song ‘Spirit In The Sky?’ Or there are Angels, Devis etc all of whom are seen as ‘above’. We talk, even Pagans, of ‘bringing power down’ We use terms like ‘it’s above me’ or we might see a wise person or Guru as being ‘above us’. Knowledge is ‘handed down’. The concept infuses the language - we talk about something we don’t like as being ‘beneath us’ and so forth.
This Sky-Down spirituality is delivered to the masses by appointed representatives (Clergy, Gurus, various authorities) who decide what is or isn’t permissable according to their interpretation of spirituality - Do as you’re told and you’ll get to heaven.
But the life-force begins in the earth and grows upwards from it. That’s where our power originates and this is particularly true of Sex Magick. If we adopt a Sky-Down approach to it, we are, in effect, denying the raw, earthy power-source without which, effective sex magickal working is impossible. A great deal of the prissy new age tantra stuff is Sky-Down in it’s approach. (and don’t even get me started on the new age fluffbunny types).
I remember an occasion when Mocuar was very much in her power and she turned to me with a look of absolute wonderment and said “I’ve just realised I could fuck absolutely anyone”.
Earth-up energy is raw, shameless and uncompromising. It doesn’t care about moral codes (which is why, when you invoke it, you have to be damn certain of your intention). It just is.
It’s Pan, it’s Dionysus, It’s Babalon.
We fear it, we worry about what others would think.. We fear it because we are afraid of being lost in it, overcome by it to the point where we have no control. This may be valid, to an extent. Certainly there’s been enough examples of this happening to various groups and individuals in the past. But it doesn’t have to be so. The key is the True Will which, if it is realised, gives us the focus, It also brooks no denial.
Difficult, I know. But very worthwile. And a hell of a lot of fun!
We live in a culture that is primarily (and sadly) Judeo - Christian in it’s thinking. This affects our concepts even when we think we have rejected the religions that spawned those ideas. I’ve touched upon this before but recently it assumed a clearer form.
It’s this. Most spiritual thinking is ‘Sky-Down’ i.e. there is a God (usually male) and he’s ‘up there’ - (Greek and Roman pagnism had a ruling sky-God) And he’s always extremely repressive and controlling. There’s also a heaven or equivalent and it’s ‘up there' - ’remember the song ‘Spirit In The Sky?’ Or there are Angels, Devis etc all of whom are seen as ‘above’. We talk, even Pagans, of ‘bringing power down’ We use terms like ‘it’s above me’ or we might see a wise person or Guru as being ‘above us’. Knowledge is ‘handed down’. The concept infuses the language - we talk about something we don’t like as being ‘beneath us’ and so forth.
This Sky-Down spirituality is delivered to the masses by appointed representatives (Clergy, Gurus, various authorities) who decide what is or isn’t permissable according to their interpretation of spirituality - Do as you’re told and you’ll get to heaven.
But the life-force begins in the earth and grows upwards from it. That’s where our power originates and this is particularly true of Sex Magick. If we adopt a Sky-Down approach to it, we are, in effect, denying the raw, earthy power-source without which, effective sex magickal working is impossible. A great deal of the prissy new age tantra stuff is Sky-Down in it’s approach. (and don’t even get me started on the new age fluffbunny types).
I remember an occasion when Mocuar was very much in her power and she turned to me with a look of absolute wonderment and said “I’ve just realised I could fuck absolutely anyone”.
Earth-up energy is raw, shameless and uncompromising. It doesn’t care about moral codes (which is why, when you invoke it, you have to be damn certain of your intention). It just is.
It’s Pan, it’s Dionysus, It’s Babalon.
We fear it, we worry about what others would think.. We fear it because we are afraid of being lost in it, overcome by it to the point where we have no control. This may be valid, to an extent. Certainly there’s been enough examples of this happening to various groups and individuals in the past. But it doesn’t have to be so. The key is the True Will which, if it is realised, gives us the focus, It also brooks no denial.
Difficult, I know. But very worthwile. And a hell of a lot of fun!
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