The temple of Malkuth is approached from a wood, in which we begin.  The greens and browns of the forest, the lushness of life and the tree itself offer our entrance into the trance pathworking.  Coming out of the wood we move onto a grass plain, mountains in the distance, birds in the air, water flowing somewhere near us, we can hear it, and the temple of Malkuth sitting amidst the growth and green of the plain, surrounded and watched over by the archangel of this realm, Sandalphon.  Given time to form its image as we cross the grass towards the temple, we see the four steps leading up to the platform where we find the entrance, the four steps reminding us of the four worlds of the Kabbalah, the platform itself enabling us to pause after climbing the steps, giving us time to acknowledge the motto of Malkuth carved above its entrance, the motto ‘Know thyself’, the motto of Socrates.  As we push open the door the black and white tiles of the floor and the flickering firefly of the Ashim fill our vision and surround us as we step inside.

The following pathworking is the first in a new series of travels on the tree.

“…showcasing a variety of ideas that  are a genuine alternative to the dogma of conformity, the commitment to disconnect the cables of corporhate  coolonization, disinverting cultural reality through the dissemination and dispersion of alternatives vortices of  information and infinite chaotic propaganda, speculation, simulation, stimulation, to revolutionize the dynamics of life in a total process of cultural transformation, reclaiming our guts and revolt in the name of imagination in  opposition to a toxic life of low awareness, herd mentality and programmed though, infecting human minds and alter their behaviour…”

ANTIBOTHIS

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There’s only one fact known about what was on the site of Norwich Cathedral (in Norfolk, England) before it was built: It was a temple to Thor, or Thunor in Anglo-Saxon. There’s even a couple of roads nearby called Thor’s Road and Thor’s Loke.

So as the Christians stole the land (and converted a lot of people at the point of a sword) I can’t see why AMMO can’t demand they “Get off our land!” and take their monstrosities (churches and cathedrals) with them, bricks and all.

We would then reinstate the temple to Thor and invite all non-believers - and pagans, magicians, counter-culture people and anyone else who likes the idea - to a big party.

All this could begin with a mass invasion of Norwich Cathedral, with a portable sound system playing Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries”. And then with a loud hailer we inform everyone that Christianity is no longer the religion of the cathedral, but instead the patron deity is Thor (and maybe Eris, Discordia and Loki, just for the chaotic fun of it).

After Norwich, we would do it to churches and cathedrals all over Britain.

I would then usurp Rowan Williams as Archbishop of Canterbury (acting) and would declare that Britain is now a nation of non-believers - people who use belief to their own ends and are not slaves to it.

I would demand that the Queen renounce Christianity and become a non-believer (not the same as atheist, I should add, as they are religious zealots too), otherwise she loses the throne.

I’ve got contacts on The Sun, Daily Star and other tabloid media (some are on my Facebook profile). So we could make this a big anarchic media event for this summer, sometime in August perhaps. All in the spirit of Chaos and Freedom!

AMMO is taking over all church property and giving it back to the people of Albion to worship in non-belief as they will!

Facebook | Message: 1300 years ago the Christians stole our land…let’s take it back!

The final remaining survivors flow into the BulkHead’s safety. The place where humanity must learn to deal with the fact that its species is TERMINAL.

2 hours ago, UFOs thought to be manifested by The Fiction began appearing above the BulkHead, beaming the following message:
THE END OF THE EARTH, THE END OF THE EARTH, THE END OF THE EARTH…

Reality is being devoured by a surreal nightmare.

The Fiction has arrived.

Twenty minutes ago The Fiction, a phenomenon thought to be insentient, requested an audience with Captain L Taylor, Commanding Officer of PSYCHOLOGICAL OPERATIONS BATTALION 800 and the BulkHead.

Something calling itself ‘Queen of Fiction’ has an offer for Homo-Sapien….

Immerse yourself in the immense, interconnected story manifested by FoolishPeople and over 30 visionaries and artists working together from across the world within the unique landscape of Amsterdam’s NDSM-werf.

Follow living characters, absorb live transmissions from the other side of the planet, and discover the secrets, which each hold a fragment of the Terra: Extremitas myth. The surreal and beautiful experience of exploring humanity’s last day on earth.

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Yiri T. Kohl - NL - Sequential Art & Performe

Maggie de Heer - NL - Sequential Art & Performer

Doug O’Neil - USA - Sculpture

Philippe Garcesto - USA - Live Transmission from the Phillippines

Christian Patracchini - UK - The Infra Sensual Machine

Richard Webb - UK - Terror Management

Christina Mitrentse - UK/ Greece - Secret School

Igor - Russia - Artist

Maud Bredius - NL - Performance Artist

Gaby Santcroos - NL - Performance Artist

THE WASTELAND
Performance, Soundscapes, Art & Verse

Joseph Matheny - USA - La Ficción

James Curcio - USA - Writer & Sound Artist

Sonica Storm - UK - Wraithland

Ikipr - USA - Video & Lightwave Evocations

Teresa Donohoe - UK - The Anthem

Orryelle Defenestrate- Bascule - AUS - Writer & Artist

Michiel Mensingh - NL - Musician

Samm Hain - USA - Writer

Sahand Sahebdivani - NL - Musician

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Installation, Animation, Performance, Sequential Art & Nightmare Toys

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Lucy Allin - UK - Performance Artist

Claire Tregellas - UK - Performance Artist

Tereza Kamenicka - UK - Performance Artist

Reinhard Schleining - UK - Artist

Jonas Ranson - UK - The Heteroclite

Ilse Versluijs - NL - Nightmare Toys

Spax - UK - Noisician

Pieter van Oudheusden - NL - Apocalyptus Anno Hodie

Maarten Gerritsen - NL - Apocalyptus Anno Hodie

Joshua Peeters - NL - Voodoo Koedoe

Alice Kok - NL - The True Story About Wolves

Albo Helm - NL - Pure Sense May Never Conquer

Peter Moerenhout - Belgium - Steam to Ashes & Wishful Thinking

Mattt Baaij - NL - Sequential Art

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Swahili - Belgium - Wishful Thinking

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hagiography » Blog Archive » The Henge and other matters

The sun sign silhouetted amidst black
shadows falling across the nightline
dances in the skylight crimson
dresses of evening dinner and wine.

Thundrous roars peak and molotov
cocktails speak freely of time
and light utterances so easily spoken now
in words that will never be found.

Deep red mist opens the ayes of augmentation.  Each
yes sign given tales of telling impedimentation. The
sentiment sweeps low and fierce, nipping at the shin
up the pole they go, deep violence coloured rags to
the bull, whips round their ears, leather smell.

Withdrawn, withered looks, stealing hearts
souls flight broken in the backbone of tipped
wings with feather light frequency folds curls
through the air in which, like liquid, the fly
flaps again against the flowers blow.

It once stood high, fiercely throwing lager cans
as rows of blue and black flowed throughout their
streets paved with gold and violet glows outside
where they stood in a row, formly, without the less
spoken words, so slight in their flow, hitting hard.

Ormia ochracea seeps through lightskies viscosity
burying its maternity within future husks of
fresh cricket in a field verdant with spring.
Its ears rest for ever within its chest, no
longer words have ever a place in its heart.

Beneath the beaten winds of forgotten flies
momentous moments, caught back thrown into
light sourced slow motion moviescope multitudes
panicking and plying their lifes blood for a drop
of sweetness and nectar within arid pastures.

The fly drops to the floor oblivious.
The flags drop from the poles serious.
Worries beset the brows of many many
days pass in another creatures life.

Dust settled settling accounts
the former fierce abandon to lifes
sounds and smells of blood fresh
fed upon interminably by flies.

Dusk settles and days wane full
flowing time writing histories
lines caressing wounds in heat struck
confines. Brushing the insects away.

Contrary to what you might have read, my new book, ENOCHIAN VISION MAGICK - An Introduction and Practical Guide to the Magick of Dr. John Dee and Edward Kelley, is out and available worldwide. http://www.lonmiloduquette.com/_books.html

In fact I was just interviewed by Lee Prosser of Ghost Village.com and answered a number of questions concerning the book. You can read the whole interview at: http://www.ghostvillage.com/library/2008/lib_duquette2.shtml

If you are at all interested in this fascinating subject (and my unique perspective on it) I urge you to order a copy today. http://www.lonmiloduquette.com/_books.html

Here’s a blurb: Enochian Vision Magick is not just another rehash of the Golden Dawn/Aleister Crowley systems of Enochian magick. Dr. John Dee (1527-1608) was one of the greatest minds of the Elizabethan Age, and his system of angelic communication was the result of the most dramatic magical operation ever recorded. It has survived to become the cornerstone of the modern ceremonial magician’s practice. In 1582 Dee and his clairvoyant partner Edward Kelley made magical contact with a number of spiritual entities who identified themselves as angels — the same that communicated with Adam, Enoch, and the patriarchs of the Old Testament. Over the next three years they revealed to Dee and Kelley three distinct magical systems of vision magick. The third and last of these incorporated a series of “calls” to be recited in an angelic language in order to raise the consciousness of the magician to a level where angelic contact is possible. This new book seizes upon elements of the original Dee and Kelley material overlooked by adepts of the Golden Dawn and Aleister Crowley, (the Ring, the Lamen, the Holy Table, the Sigillum Dei Ameth, the Table of Nalvage) and demonstrates how modern magicians can use these powerful tools to attune themselves in the same step-by-step manner that first prepared Dee and Kelley.

http://www.lonmiloduquette.com/_books.html

The Kabbalah meditation group continues and we’ve now been working weekly for over a year, developing a consistent practice and learning a lot as we go.  Our attitude is relaxed and flexible, primarily because the aim of the group was always to provide a space of grounding and recharge for a group of active magicians whose work in other areas can be complemented by this regular co-creation of sacred space.  During the first year we have worked the bottom of the tree, most recently working the Death and Devil paths, gradually building up paths as we go, adding layers of symbolism and becoming intimate with the tree.  We have now completed the QShTh or ‘rainbow’ and have already touched Tiphareth but the time now comes to begin to build Tiphareth.

When we began we worked the temple of Malkuth, giving us a strong grounding place from which to explore.  The temple was perhaps the most vividly drawn and the one we spent most time in since we would often begin and end a journey by entering and exiting through Malkuth.  Now the same process is to be done with Tiphareth, building it as a vivid ground from which to begin exploring the upper triads of the tree.

Whilst we use the Dion Fortune text, Mystical Qabalah, as the ‘book’ on the altar space and the ground of the associations we use, the temples are built intuitively, from hints and encounters and spontaneity.  To a large extent this ends up being something that comes from my imagination as I work the paths myself and then share what I’m doing in the pathworking, so I’m aware that there’s probably a huge idiosyncracy in the way in which we work.  At present this seems unproblematic, since this first ascent of the tree aims to install it into our consciousness in a way that enables it to be built upon in future and the tree feels strong enough to sustain any idiosyncratic presentation, at least one that comes from an intuitive response.  The overwhelming nature of the tree and its associations is something I encountered before and in this project there was an unconscious avoidance of any necessity to install a ‘correct’ tree and the emphasis was on ‘what worked’, what enabled people in the group to work the path, visualise strongly and connect intimately. 

The temple of Tiphareth, then, is being built as a Golden Castle with a Child of Light at its heart.  In our previous approaches we came through the path of  Temperance and the working would involved a scene in which we fired a bow and then became the tip as it flew through the air, before landing in Tiphareth.  Now I wanted to install a direct path into the castle, in the same way that we have a direct path that goes into Malkuth. 

… you walk along a gravel path, through a line of trees that lead to a open grass park, with people playing and relaxing on a sunny day.  You feel the crunch of the gravel under your feet, hear the sounds of the people in the distance.  As you come to the end of the path and move onto the grass, feeling its soft bouncy texture, you feel the warmth of the sun on your face.  You continue towards the Golden castle in front of you towards a doorway.  The door to the castle is on the corner of two walls, with the Castle itself imagined as a hexagon.  You ask Raphaels’ permission before entering the door and once within there are the Malachim, white robed figures moving to and fro along a pathway around the walls.  Within the temple there is a courtyard, at the centre of which is a space of light, bright white light with hints of gold and pink.  You move towards the light until it overwhelms your eyes and surrounds you in its presence.  Gradually shapes become visible as your eyes adjust to the light, though everything is still surrounded by the bright light.  In the centre of the space a child sits on a cushion, behind them a tall crowned man stands.

You move towards the child and sit on a cushion next to them.  They place a hand on your chest and rest your hand on theirs and as they do a flow of light can be felt moving into and through you, filling you up, flowing into your body, filling your feet, your hands, your whole being.  The child slowly withdraws their hand, as do you and then they rest it gently on your forehead and offer you a vision.

The child stands and offers you their hand. You stand and the child leads you, hand in hand, to the the right, where there is a door marked Death.  The child then turns about and walks to the direct opposite side of the space and another door appears, this time marked Devil.  Finally the child leads you back to the centre and you face the crowned man. Around the feet of the man and underneath the cushion the child was sitting on are rose petals.  Behind the man there are five doors, too distant to make out any marking as as yet.  The child lets go of your hand and sits down again, saying goodbye.  You turn to leave, walk back the way you came and find yourself once more in the courtyard with the Malachim, one of whom opens the door and nods goodbye, smiling as they do so.  you leave the Golden Castle, making your way across the grass, onto the gravel path and back to this world …

6 wands - victory, 6 cups - joy, 6 swords - earned success, 6 pentacles - material success

Blu19 real audio file (right click to save-as)

If anyone can convert it to an MP3 then that would be cool (I don’t have an app on my machine and am not about to buy one just for this one task) - you can upload files to the anonymous FTP server at razorsmile.org if you do happen to convert it…