This is certainly one of the finest poems ever written by Crowley, despite his bad image in media or in pop culture, he remains a major figure of the early 20th century’s Occult revival in Europe. He was quite an oppressed youth, because of his religious upbringing in the hostile and devoid of all freedom and free will religious environment in rural England. He traveled extensively, had a passion for mountain climbing, poetry, art and a good taste for life (who doesn’t have a good taste for life?), and in the end became one of the leading scholars of MAGICK and the OCCULT.
The Scrying Apes of Ignorance
GODT NYTT ÅR!
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
Well, I am appearing here before you with a particular announcement, and also to show you a short segment from my upcoming book. Yes, I am in the process of writing my first book and it’s in the very early stages of development. I have no working title yet or a publisher, (I’ll most likely publish with CreateSpace anyways), but further news and announcements can be found here on my blog, or on my YouTube channel. Here’s a segment from the 1st chapter in the book, concerning the current, and also not so current situation here in my country. I also speak about the intentional conditioning and social engineering of the people here, and in the rest of the world in general. Also about the educational system and the mindless drones of that modern society produces.
Irish Fairies by W. B. Yeats (1890)
When I tell people that the Irish peasantry still believe in fairies, I am often doubted. They think that I am merely trying to weave a forlorn piece of gilt thread into the dull grey worsted of this century. They do not imagine it possible that our highly thought of philosophies so soon grow silent outside the walls of the lecture room, or that any kind of ghost or goblin can live within the range of our daily papers. If the papers and the lectures have not done it, they think, surely at any rate the steam-whistle has scared the whole tribe out of the world. They are quite wrong. The ghosts and goblins do still live and rule in the imaginations of the innumerable Irish men and women, and not merely in remote places, but close even to big cities.
Just what is it about the making of pictures? Endless pondering on the nature of image-making, of the desire and the need to make images, has left me no closer to that mirage despite all the assiduous musing.
From where do images come – for they must have an origin – and how do we make sense of them and, through them, make sense of ourselves?
The images we make are not mirrors – or if they are, they are imperfect ones at best. They reflect those things we cannot clearly behold except by the imperfect process of drawing and painting.
The process is of course inspiration, a will o’ the wisp disguised as a discipline, the elusive resource upon which all depends. By the flickering light of that ignis fatuus masquerading as a profession, the midnight oil of the small hours of the mind, artists the world over sketch, draw, paint… create.
he battle of Magh Rath, fought A.D. 637, is one of the most important recorded in the Irish annals; it is mentioned by Adamnan, Abbot of Iona; by the Annalist Tighernach; also in the Chronicon Scotorum, the Annals of the Four Masters, and O’Flaherty’s Ogygia. The entry of Tighernach is as follows :-” A.D. 637.-The Battle of Magh Bath was fought by Domhnall, son of Aedh, and by the sons of Aedh Slaine, (but Domhnall at this time ruled Temoria), in which fell Congal Cacth, King of Uladh, and Faelan, with many nobles; and in which fell Suibhne, the son of Colman Cuar.” O’Flaherty’s entry is much more minute and copious. We quote from Hely’s translation :- “In the year 637, the battle of Moy-rath, in Ulster, is fought by Domnald the Second, King of Ireland, and the sons of Aid Slany, monarch of Ireland, against Congall Olaen, the son of Scandal, King of Ulidia, who was [had been] vanquished in a battle at Dun Kethern, in the year 629, and banished into Britain for his factious and aspiring measures. He levied a great army for this battle, composed of Albanian Scots, with their king Domnall Brec and his brothers, of Picts, Anglo-Saxons, and Britons. In this battle, which continued for seven days, Congall was killed, the rest obliged to fly in the utmost consternation, and Suwney, the son of Cuar, lord of Dalaradia, was drowned. Concerning this war, Adamnan says as follows:-‘ This prediction was fulfilled in our days, in the war of Rath, when Domnal Bree, the grandson of Aidan, was depopulating, without any provocation, the provinces of Domnill, the grandson of Ainmireeh; and, from that day to this, they have been reduced to the last extremity by foreigners: which gives me the most heartfelt concern.'” But the longest and most interesting account of this battle is found in a historical tale of the fifteenth century, the “Cath Muighe Rath”, translated and edited by Dr. O’Donovan, for the Irish Archeological Society, in 1842 and which the editor says has been evidently compiled from earlier accounts.
Martenitsa is one of the oldest and most interesting symbols. For its meaning and origin there are different views. Some researchers seek connection with the time when Tsar Kaloyan lived, others returned further back in the past – in the era of Asparuh. There are those who try to impose their belief that the oldest martenitsa is from the land of Iran. Overall, however, all these statements are based mostly on personal desires and are not supported by solid arguments. I think the truth is quite different and it may surprise many of my countrymen.
Although we do not know the details of how much further in time the tangled roots of white and red thread goes, we instinctively feel that it concerns something important, something which has arisen in the past but due to its importance has survived until today. This is no accident, it is just instinct, many of our scientists believe that the martenitsa has an apotropaic impact, i.e. it is a charm having magical powers and ability to protect the holder .
Norse News is here! A monthly update on the horrific things that are going on in Sweden and the rest of Scandinavia. Sweden is the canary in the multicultural coalmine. What happens here will come to the rest of the Western world if we don’t say: Stop it right here!
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This is a short artistic segment that I created and it is very much inspired by the philosophical side of Nature, trees, and the mysterious secrets of the runes. For the runes themselves are the secrets to all other secrets in the universe. Also, the video explores the profound and deep psychic states of our ancestors and the Druids and Prist class of the early ages and antiquity. It is also a tribute and aknowledgement to one of the greatest minds and thinkers in the field of Anthropology and Comparative Religion of the last century, Sir James George Frazer.
THE WORSHIP OF TREES
Are trees sacred? Did our ancestors worshiped them like living spirits and embraced them as a part of life? Let’s explore and dig into the deep and of the collective unconscious and the psyche of those people, and of the fertile soil of the lands and vast European forests. Let us try to re-discover our hidden past and obscure roots and the meaning and purpose of it all. The text in the video is respectively taken from the book “The Golden Bough“ by the Scottish Anthropologist and writer – Sir James George Frazer. The footage that I took and used in the video, have been taken from the woodland area of the Northern part of Bulgaria. Right in the heart of my hometown of Veliko Tarnovo.
Ask the average person to describe the aesthetic appearance of a typical ‘Viking’, and immediately, from the depths of their cognition, they will invariably begin with the horned helmet. The stereotypical and long-clichéd, off-the-rack, standard-issue ‘Viking’ with the rugged, fierce expression of extreme violence, while constantly sporting his twin-horned accessory of murder, mayhem, pillage and rape. An image which has become so deeply entrenched within the subconscious of the human mind, that for most people to even imagine a Viking not wearing a horned helmet is inconceivable; even laughable.
Yet, not a single archaeological record of a Viking horned helmet has ever been uncovered. Nor will a Viking horned helmet ever be discovered. The so-called horned helmet of the Vikings simply did not exist, and no Viking head has ever been adorned with a horned helmet, except in the illustrations of countless novels, historical text books and popular comic books, and along with the portrayal of Vikings in cinemas and on TV screens.