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ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
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³ BAHLASTI PAPERS ³
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³ Newsletter of Kali Lodge ³
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³ Ordo Templi Orientis ³
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³April 1992 e.v. An IIIxxi Sol in Aries Volume VI, no. 8³
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³ Contributors to this issue: ³
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³ Soror Chen, Frater Turbator, Frater NChSh, ³
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³ Frater Lugis Thor, Frater Numa 718, Nema, ³
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³ C.R. Torrey, Margrat, Soror Nancy, Jet Satin ³
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ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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So, right after doing our Inter-Kontinental Kali Working,
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my husband gave me a copy of Angry Women, and then we saw
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Thelma and Louise. Now I'm sure that soon women are just
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going to go crazy from all the shit they take all the time,
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and they're going to start commiting random acts of violence
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and desperation. This, then, is the "Wimmen on the Edge"
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issue of the Bahlasti Papers, in which we will vent before
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we explode or blow something up...
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ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
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³ FROM THE DESK OF THE GRAND PUBAETTE ³
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ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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"Magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire
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and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair
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about them...."
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What a beautiful and powerful image! So why have I been
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afraid to approach this article? Is it because my mother was
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such a terror? Or because Crowley's Babalons ended up
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abandoned dipsomaniacs, raving, mad, manic, lost? Or because
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I fear that Babalon will forever challenge and ultimately
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consume any shreds of security that I've managed to build
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into my life? Babalon has been a difficult archetype for me
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to understand. I was not raised by religious parents, so the
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images of Babalon in Revelations are not particularly
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shocking to me. My Great-Grandmother, after whom I was
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named, was a Suffragette. My Mother was one of the strongest
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and smartest people I have ever known. She was large-limbed
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and athletic, fiery and fierce. But she was an unspeakably
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difficult person. Madness overwhelmed her psyche, terrifying
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us, her children. She was a Babalon locked in the cage of
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society. My Mother's life was war. She taught her girls how
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to be fierce, independent, and strong, but she also taught
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us how to allure and control men. She understood sexual
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politics, and feeling trapped by social programming, wanted
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a way to control from within a woman's role, secretly and
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manipulatively. In return, we were taught by our Father that
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strong women are a problem, are out of line, unfeminine and
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sick. Behave. Be nice. Don't be a raving bitch like your
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Mother.
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Things aren't so terribly different now than when I was
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growing up. The Thompson Senate hearings showed our subtle,
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secret, and instant mistrust of women. Strong women who are
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equal and armed with truth and integrity are bad, dangerous,
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unladylike.
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Crowley tried to establish a different role for women.
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Yet his basic lack of respect for, and understanding of
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women is betrayed by the bulk of his writing. His novels, in
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particular, preach his convenient and offensive view that a
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woman's "True Will" should be that of a help-meet to her
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man's work. He considered women to be an inferior subspecies
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of humanity. His Scarlet Women embodied Babalon by virtue of
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being fucked by "The Beast". Leah Hirsig's diaries chronicle
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a tragic descent into madness. When Crowley changed bed
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partners, Leah was abandoned by her lover, her identity, and
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her purpose. She wisely longed to have a ritual in which
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the old Scarlet Woman would pass on the bloodline to the new
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Queen Bee, but she never recognised her own calling and
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right, nor ever got beyond the idea of there being only one
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title-bearing Babalon. I feel love and gratitude to Leah.
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But she was a martyr, and martyrs are a waste.
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Is being Babalon any different than being someone's wife?
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A woman in a relationship is property, owned by the man.
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She's his girlfriend, his wife. Nema once asked if Babalon
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exists independently of The Beast...
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A few years ago I met a woman who was Babalon to a famous
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magician's Beast. It was a very important meeting for me.
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She was beautiful-- looking like a crone with long hair and
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an intricate network of fine lines all over her face. At the
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time I was wondering if there were any female Magistrar
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Templis out there. Her paintings are stunning, magical,
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powerful. Her poetry staggering, inspired, and her catalog
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of experience rich, extreme, vivid. I asked her to find a
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scribe and pass on her bloodline, but she was uncomfortable
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with the idea. I had the impression of a woman who was
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locked into her own mythology-- her own exclusive hold on
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experience, grief , mystery. She had grown bitter and mean
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through coveting her title. I felt she had no more trust or
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love for women than did society. She did not seem to feel
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that all women can embody Babalon. I asked her if she
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thought women could do a Babalon Working for themselves, as
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opposed to having Babalon invoked upon them. She did not
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answer. My meeting with this woman was devastating for me.
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So much potential. A woman's genius. A gift to the world
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that was not given. When you believe in your own myth, it
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explodes.
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In the years that I have spent in the O.T.O., I have
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encountered two versions of the sexual role of Babalon as
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wanton harlot: One in which a woman devotes herself to one
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Beast and loves all men through him; and one in which a
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woman has sexual relations with as many men as are willing
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in order to fairly literally love "all". In this, as in all
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things, I believe it is only valid to follow your own bliss.
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Babalon's sexual license requires freedom from pedestrian
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moral judgement. It is not easy to get around negative
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self-image and not restrict behavior on one hand, or
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overcompensate with wildly self-destructive or compromising
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behavior on the other. But Babalon's beauty comes from
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knowing her self, and radiating that self, unfettered, to
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the world.
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In the end, particular questions of Babalon's sexuality--
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whether she should be promiscuous or monogamous, whether she
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should be on top or bottom, etc., etc.--are really missing
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the mark. These are intellectual questions that, for me,
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reduce us to the literal and robs meaning of dimension.
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I see "Babalon astride the Beast, holding the reins of
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compassion that unite them" in a different light. Perhaps it
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is because I feel women need to start invoking Babalon upon
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themselves through acts of devotion and ritual. We need to
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trust the image of the strong, powerful, glorious woman, and
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let her come through us. For me, artistic creation is a
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means of invocation. Artistic genius creates directly from
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the Divine without translation, description, or explanation.
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It requires an initial descent into Hell, but if you survive
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you get strong enough to hold those reins of passion and
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create-- genius!
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I envision a world where all women are strong and
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beautiful. I look forward to a world which reflects the
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gifts of women's genius.
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--Chen
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ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
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³ READER FEEDBACK ³
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ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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Dear Sallie:
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My belief in the future of humanity has been sorely
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tested this week. Yesterday was the woman who, not five
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seconds after I showed her how to put her dog into a sit,
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went back to yanking on the leash. Pity the poor dog! Today
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was the 14 year old girl who'd already had chlamydia & an
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ovarian cyst, somehow miraculously avoiding pregnancy. I
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literally crossed my fingers that she wasn't pregnant, when
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it came out negative I was able to get her a birth control
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appointment that hour 'cause we'd had a cancellation. Her
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fiance was in the waiting room, we had to give her state
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funding because she didn't want her mom to know, even though
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there was MediCal because last time she ran away & her mom
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destroyed her birth control pills. I suggested the just-
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state-funded Norplant since her mom wouldn't be able to do
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anything about that!
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Or the muscleman blonde boyfriend of another woman. I had
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to ask someone 'cause he almost seemed like a stranger to
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her from across the counter. She almost looked like she'd
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cry when we asked her for a donation for her exam & pills,
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she didn't have any money. He says "She doesn't have any
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money? Uh, ok, here." Pulls out five bucks reluctantly &
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with no sign of heart for her. God what a slime!!
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I'm starting to wonder about having kids too. It's as if
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we have to put them in training from infancy to save the
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world. Move to the country, home-school, & on & on. But will
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it be worth it. But if we don't.......
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Love,
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Margrat
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Dear Chen,
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Do what what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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Glad Yule, joyful Solstice, stimulating Saturnalia, etc!
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Re: the future of the planet, etc. If the trend of
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environmental awareness continues, there's hope of turning
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around the pollution situation. There is a rolling weight
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of public opinion heading in that direction, laws being
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enacted & enforced, international agreements being devised,
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signed, new cleanup and recycling methods being devised,
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once endangered species being re-established.
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The current chaos in various governments being destroyed
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and reborn and in the global economic situation seems to be
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a necessary turbulence for a new (and better?) general kind
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of world to be born. Ra Hoor Khut, he cut no slack, Sistah!
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That which used to suffice no longer works, so we have to
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kick our collective ingenuity into overdrive to correct the
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results of our past mistakes and find new ways to live. This
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is how history works--only now we know more than we ever did
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(science), we can do more than we ever have (technology) and
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we can reach more people than we were ever able to before
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(global satellite TV, computer nets, World Music). Whole
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nations and peoples are becoming aware of each other and
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learning to care about each other.
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I've always held that the point of being a MagicKian is to
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nudge the seeds of events in directions recommended by True
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Will, then shepherding them along to manifestation.
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Why else bother with Magick if one doesn't use it to
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change the world as well as to change oneself? It really
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works! In a real way, the Kali-Yuga and the Aeon of Horus
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are doing what they're supposed to do: destroying the
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unworkable, the obsolete, the stagnant and Restriction.
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I see the Aeon of Maat also in effect in the emerging of
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the new World Consciousness through our new level of
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complexity and connections. He knocks 'em down and She
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reconfigures 'em differently; this is the essential opera-
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tional mode of the Double Current of Horus and Maat.
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(Evolutionary note - in my own course of Initiation:
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first I was a Thelemite, then a Thelemite/Maatian, then a
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Thelemite/ Maatian/ Pan Aeonian? adi Nath/ Wiccan/ Chaosian/
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friend of the Loas/etc.)
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Pan-Aeonic (or Panaeonic) Magick uses the good parts of
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all Aeonic formulas to tailor/fit an Operation to its
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intended End. It balances out Uncle Al's particular pet
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peeves with Christianity with clear and honest assessments
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of the true and useful aspects of Osiris. It holds that the
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course of human Initiation is cumulative, not linear, and
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that all formulas are in effect now, past, present, and
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future. Since all phenomena is illusion, time and sequence
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are illusions.
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In my opinion, the most effective method of changing the
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world involves certain essentials. The first step is
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contemplative and analytical: what is the problem situation?
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Break it down into its component parts. Big topics, like the
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current state of the world, can be seen to be composed
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of a large and completely related number of sub-topics --
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pollution, physical; air, water, soil, food-chain, radio-
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actives, noise, electrical, X-ray, broadcast. Pollution,
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human; politics, war, terrorism, apartheid, restriction,
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dictatorship, intimidation, racism, fundamentalism, etc.
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(Human pollution functions on Assiah as well as on the Lower
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Astral.) Roots: the invention of agriculture and the sub-
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sequent increase in human numbers, the discrepency between
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technological ability and ethical application, the idea of
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the self contained in one skin. Exploitable benefits: it's
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a pressured situation in "Kether is pressure" Dion Fortune;
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the greater the number of units & the greater the complexity
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of their connections, the higher the degree of intelligence
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that can manifest; there's a great collective desire for
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equilibrium, which aligns with Nature's desire according to
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the laws of physics and ecology.
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I'm sure you can come up with many more aspects of the
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problem situations.
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The next step is establishing a variety of Magickal Links
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with what you see as the key aspects of the problem, both
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positive and negative. Take out membership in some environ-
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mental organizations that already exist; collect newspaper
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and magazine photos of key individuals in industry and
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government; recycle at home and work as much as possible,
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turn out the lights, take "country showers" etc.; keep tabs
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on local, state and fed laws and regulations, news, etc., so
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you know what's going on, to the extent you judge necessary.
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The third step lies in selecting specific energy applica-
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tions on the Magickal level -- tipping judge's decisions,
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reducing or enhancing a spokeperson's credibility; it's
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valid to do rites of general intent, also "healing for
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Earth" rituals, etc.
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The fourth step is to devise proper rituals and do them,
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either solo or with colleagues.
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The fifth step is live in confidence that the Magick's
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working. Encourage it as the occasions to do so arise, and
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let it go as work-in-progress, well-set-up. Totally banish
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any lust for results. Let your example speak to others.
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Okay, there are other things like broadcasting on the
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astral your lucid dreaming visions of how it could be,
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invoking appropriate godforms, etc, but remember to maintain
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your own balance in interests and activities.
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In all, if you have a grasp of the essentials of a
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situation and on how to raise the right energy, you can make
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changes in your world.
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Death is fascinating in that it's universal, inevitable
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and so very final. Both my parents died of cancer too--I
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wish I could have been closer to them at the time, but I was
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too invloved with having babies and tending them. Alas. AIDS
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is a slow & nasty way to go, I agree. There's no virtue in
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suffering; maybe the Hemlock Society has a point -- ("Final
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Exit" on the bestsellers list?) One of the good things about
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death (in my opinion) is that the rich and powerful die just
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as dead as the poor and miserable.
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Death is the new taboo, now that sex has been demystified.
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Tsk-tsk. I think the reason for many people's avoidance of
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thinking of death is not just the personal finality of it,
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but death dispels many illusions about the importance of
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one's preoccupations. Fame, wealth, control and power over
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other people are utterly useless at the gate of death.
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I don't think spiritual "brownie points" (merit) are of
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much use either, since we judge ourselves. It's a great
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meditation.
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SO, be of good cheer -- everything's constantly changing
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and Magick gives you a means of directing that change. A.C.
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was not kidding about the essentials, though he wasn't above
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some elaborate leg-pulls on the details. Work is the
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Sovereign Remedy for Melancholy of the spirit and it sure
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beats being bored.
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Blessings of the Newborn Sun be upon you! (Existence is
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pure joy.)
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Love is the law, love under will.
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ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
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³ SIGHTINGS OF INTER-KONTINENTAL KALI WORKINGS! ³
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ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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KALI LODGE O.T.O.
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Feb. 8, 1992 e.v.
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4:30 -- 6:49 am
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WILL FOR WORKING: To initiate positive change and activity,
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and to inspire understanding within the confines and
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conditions of the Kali-Yuga.
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WORKING:
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-Banishing
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-Exchange white tattoos of Kali's name in Sanskrit above
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Mulhadhara
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-Opening of Voudon Doors:
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--Draw ve-ve
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--Libations on ve-ve
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--Calling: Marassa
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Morts
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Mysteres
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--Hymn to Kali
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-"5 m's" offerings to KALI in Binah (we couldn't think of
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anything that we could consume that would be taboo to each
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of us, so we opted for toxic offerings from the KALI-YUGA,
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all tastefully served on styrofoam).
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Traditional We substituted
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Wine ----- Jaegermeister
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Meat ----- Red diet jello (made with horse hooves
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and cyclamates)
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Fish ----- Canned tuna fish
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Mudra ----- Red Snoballs (Pestulent little red
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sponge cakes, encased in a layer
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of red jelly and coated with coconut
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sprinkles, then sealed in cellophane)
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Placed all offerings on the ancestor altar which is
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made of animal bones.
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Fifth offering was tantric in nature, with repetitions of
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Kali mantra throughout.
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-Sent offerings out across the Aethyrs through the Cry of
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the Thirty Aethyrs, concentrating on the 16th Aethyr to
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coordinate with Oceania's work. Annointed tattoos & contact
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items (Kali doll from Oceania, sharks tooth necklace
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from Icehouse, etc..) to connect with those working in
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other Temples.
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-Banishing
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EXPERIENCE: I had worked all night at the club. Arrived in
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the Temple at exactly 4:30 am, as intended, to begin the
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ritual. No sense of time. Distinctly intoxicated through-
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out, from initial banishing to final banishing.
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TATTOOS: Felt pain. Kali Yuga. We gave pain as ritual
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charge to all of us working across the Aethyrs. A gift of
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love, as a mother giving birth through pain. The ink went
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into the belly...
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OFFERINGS: Felt increasingly intoxicated with each offering.
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Felt like sacraments (making sacred). Also felt the humor
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of our offerings. Kali beyond time and meaning, laughing
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and dispelling terror! Our offerings were of the Kali-Yuga.
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Her yoga is sacred. Pain again, & consumption. The effect
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was transmuting.
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TANTRA: Intensely sensual, and so much love. Wanted to stay
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in Kali without intellectualizing, so hung out in mantra.
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All felt warm and pleasurable. Kali image as hideous dark
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crone with drooping breast straddling Siva - but beautiful
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somehow, and lythe. Perception of pain and sorrow and
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limits. Thoughts of love and death and reabsorbtion. Not
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specific thoughts. Very soothing somehow. Wavering sorrow
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and bliss. Kali's image moved down around me. We were
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consumed: sacrament.
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CRY OF THE AETHYR AND ANNOINTMENT: Felt our environment move
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out, out--Icehouse, Australia, Black Moon. Saw fire dance
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on the funeral pyre. The Hindu wife throwing herself on the
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funeral pyre. Saw skeletons dancing on the fire. Saw Aussie
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Lodge as in Chod rite--on funeral pyre, where flames were
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demons eating them. This funeral pyre was within Kali's
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womb (which, at this point, was my womb). The terrible
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mother. Her blood is fire. Her eyes are aflame with blood.
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Her children are born from her womb of fire. Into a
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terrible world of flame. The water of her womb--lava, on
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which flow her children, are born.
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-There were other flashes--perceptions which seemed revela-
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tory, but fleeting--like drug revelations--
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-For all those involved in the working--felt we touched.
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Bonded. Felt love as for beautiful brothers and sisters.
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A beginning, or rather, the beginning of a continuance.
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* * *
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RESULTS: Next day in conversation with Brother, he quoted
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"Existence is pure joy". Even in the Kali-Yuga, with Aids,
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cancer, drug addiction and violence in the streets, etc--
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The answer, without exception or explanation or excuse.
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"Experience is pure joy." This is my experience within the
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ritual, and my request for understanding within the condi-
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tions of the Kali-Yuga. The trance of world sorrow trans-
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forming into pure joy, beyond time--
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-Begin Tunnel Workings with Black Moon--new current, working
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the Shadow paths and involving magical techniques that are
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new and stimulating to us--
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-Communications from Icehouse that reflect very strong per-
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ceptions & efforts at transcending within constrictions of
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the Kali-Yuga.
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-Several new women appear at the Lodge who are strong,
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beautiful, intelligent, motivated, etc., etc., including a
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pilgramette from--Australia! She wanted a ve-ve tattoo,
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and taught us an aboriginal song that welcomes & says good-
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bye to spirits.
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So we seem to be experiencing positive change and new
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currents. We are gaining insights into the Kali-Yuga. We
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are receiving continued involvement from the people who
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worked the ritual. Also on a purely material level, Kali
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has been bestowing boons and removing obstacles at my hobby
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job--in spite of peculiar mechinations and efforts to the
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contrary from local politicians.
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BLACK MOON
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February 8th 1992. New Orleans.
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From an entry in the Magickal Record of Frater Lugis Thor.
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Rite: Kali
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Will: Manifestation for change. In conjunction with
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Australian Oasis and Kali Lodge.
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Love: Shortly before dawn.
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In Temple on 3rd Street.
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Crossroads in Air.
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Offerings of heat to Marassa, Mort, & Mysteries.
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Call to Kali. Pulling in her presence for the area.
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Success: Firm current.
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Comment: Sensed Kali's presence as Erzulie Ge Rouge. The red
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eyes burn with the fires needed to cleanse the old. I was
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sick during the rite. Fever, etc. Possibly the fever
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(internal fire) is a cleansing agent for me. As above, So
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Below... as within so without. A rite to cause such change
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in an external manner could call for internal change as an
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assertion of balance. I entered the temple in darkness and
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walked into it from the light of day.
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(As I type this it is two weeks after the ritual.
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One event of possible connection is the criminal conviction
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of the city official I personally view to be most destruc-
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tive. In calling Kali I gave no charge as to specific
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action. Simply a "manifestation for change." It is interest-
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ing to note that the newspaper made much of the appearance
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of the officials eyes during the conviction. Stating that
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they showed the effects of crying. This mirrors the red eyes
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of the Erzulie who came during the rite.)
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OCEANIA OASIS O.T.O.
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THE RITE OF KALI: a personal overview.
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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The Rite of Kali was celebrated by Oceania Oasis O.T.O. on
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Feb. 8, 1992 e.v. at 8:30 pm. It took place at our local
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Neighbourhood Centre Hall & was attended by at least 40
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people. The idea was to have a small & wild, word of mouth &
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participants only affair. Although it ended up being not
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that small, by the end of the night most people were
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partaking in the celebration of a free-form "voudoun" jam
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session & the dichotomy between "audience" & "participants"
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|
dissolved. From the feedback we received after the perform-
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ance it appeared that a lot of people wanted to join in but
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thought their involvement may be an intrusion on the circle
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drawn at the opening of the Rite. From a dramatic & magical
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|
perspective this gives us something to go on for the future,
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this being the first "home-grown" performance the Oasis has
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done, yet part of a continuing series of explorations we are
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undergoing as a group--internally for the dynamic and
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externally to whomsoever is interested in kicking out the
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jams with us. The Rite was time synchronised with a Kali
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Lodge Kali working which (as we found out with the first
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annual synchronised Gnostic Masses with the Norway Lodge)
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|
certainly adds to the astral/magical force of the event. Our
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collaborations (& collaborators) were not limited to O.T.O.
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initiates, accompanying us were several musicians, a notable
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Performance Art Group (who travelled to Sydney for the
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|
event) & a web of other people, smoke machines, drummers,
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screamers & kindred spirits. At present a video tape of the
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|
event is being edited and we'll be sending Kali Lodge one
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|
when its ready. The exploration into the audio visual is
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also new and thus from an approximately 3 1/2 hour Rite
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there's 1/2 hour of potent TV viewing. Better than Twin
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|
Peaks.
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The Rite took several months to organize, & although
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essentially dependent on free-form improvisation, was held
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together by an inspired interpretation of LAShTAL. It was a
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thelemic investigation of the realms of the Goddess which by
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|
definition, incorporated the first "paradox" of philosophy,
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|
enabling a multi-cellular group organism to successfully
|
|
work together. During the months of investigative invocation
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invocation by a select few, various phenomena arose which
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(as the "receiver" of the format and idea of the Rite,
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organiser and Master of the Oasis) I found personally
|
|
significant. Several participants went on "pilgrimages" so
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to speak & returned with new and interested associates, and
|
|
truly inspired "illuminations" of the Rite, the Goddess and
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their unique role in it. The verse, poetry and theatric
|
|
interpretations prepared & executed on the night bore ample
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|
witness, & supported a personal maxim: Do a little research
|
|
& save a lot of magick. Kali was, however, true to form &
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|
burdensome phenomena also arose. As the destroyer of
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|
obstacles, it was a period of time where obstacles of
|
|
internal and external natures were thrown in our faces and
|
|
exposed in full colour. Several climaxed prior to the Rite
|
|
& it was the test of our individual thoughts, actions & will
|
|
which marked the purity of the invocation & our beings from
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|
those that would seek to shave our golden wings. Within the
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|
"tantrums" & "turmoil" came a truth of exposition which is
|
|
bliss, and the Oasis unfolds and develops in contrast to the
|
|
derision of any fleeting amoebic presence which seeks to
|
|
hamper & thwart. Interestingly, the night was marked by
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|
torrential (& unseasonal) rain which perhaps washed in the
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celebrants! Kali is the monsoon, destroying in order to
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create & sustain growth. Here then, is our Rite:
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Music going on throughout.
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L. Liber Yod. "Group" consciousness brought to "the one".
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The hell-broth lit.
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A. The one perceives the mysteries of "Space" and "Time".
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The spiralling emanations of Goddess announce their
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realm. Libations passed around for within this
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comprehension is drunkeness of the innermost sense.
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ShT. The Fire-Snake rises from the flames of the hell-
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broth. The concealed force of Shiva and the innocent
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devotion of the child. The child recited to the
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Goddess, climbing the tree of the Mahavidyas, Shiva
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|
conceals within the veil, reciting the cry of the 16th
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|
Aethyr. From beyond the Tree in the aethyrs is the
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bliss of the Goddess experienced. The veil is torn,
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the Black Mother is seen in the spirit of the icon,
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experienced in the rhythms of dance.
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A. The one, striving ever unto more, perceives the
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function of "Time" within "Space", the spirals of
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understanding are exhalted and beyond. Times stands
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|
still & takes a step aside as
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|
L. Shiva awakens the dragon of the aethyrs, the Beast
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|
that is will upon understanding of "the woman satis-
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|
fied", Kali; justice and adjustment. Fire dance
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|
spirals to the centre where the will child is
|
|
delivered from the one to the many. Infinite & finite
|
|
dissolve. Vel Reguli closes. The Goddess is manifest
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|
and communes to us individually through the sounds,
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|
cries, rhythms which follow. Scrying through the smoke
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(We have since gone on to a weekly series of Enochian work
|
|
with the Aethyrs) I have a natural tendency to metaphysics,
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|
which Chen's deadline doesn't allow for. I'm sure you get
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the picture & I look forward to passing on the vid, & to the
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voudoun link up May 23. To Chen, Turbator, Icehouse & the
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|
web-worlds brotherhood--stay tuned, we'll be seeing you--&
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don't let the bastards grind you down.
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Love is the law, love under will.
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Frater Numa 718
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Oceania Oasis Master
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O.T.O.
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___________________________________________________________
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KALI
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by Jet Satin
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(Extracted from his self-composed script for the Kali Rite)
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Fuck!!! How Awesome thou art--oh mistress--my mysterious
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|
mistress
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|
I shall shake and quake for thee for a century, a millenium-
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|
still thou art the all--
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|
the eternal sacrament--
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|
I am dirt that makes up the mountain
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|
I am a particle of air which the spirit breathes
|
|
In you there is all--solace--embrace--music--entirety--I
|
|
race through wind time-space to be with you--and here--here
|
|
in this domain your children gather--oh multiform spirit
|
|
whose gaze you wander--
|
|
fire from the depths--
|
|
this time is so magnificent
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|
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In your hair is the fabric of star-dust--you cast out every
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|
lie until the bare face hangs out--the bare beautiful face
|
|
soul spirit harmony glide collide with infinitesimal shards
|
|
of holy glory. In your womb--your sacred chamber--I am
|
|
all--every sparkle--every fleck
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|
-I rise up in your heart--you light my way--happy in your
|
|
womb
|
|
-dazzled by your bright start Venus
|
|
-thrilled by your hard core penis--inherent in you is the
|
|
male principle
|
|
-when true so willing to serve your true formula that will
|
|
make the universe swirl--swirl round--make me dizzy with
|
|
your feats of glory--passion--fire--spirit lay me bare
|
|
before a shrine of emerald--RUBY--LAPIS LAZULI-
|
|
Infest the heavens with your unholy stare--Queen of hell the
|
|
bright mare riding through night--unbearably bright--fucking
|
|
up mundane thoughts of peers and place until all settles in
|
|
your divine grace--cut-cut-cut away the bonds and fragments
|
|
of time that imprison the majority in their mediocrity--let
|
|
the thrill and spasm of your dance catch fire in the
|
|
splendid dance that caught Shiva unaware beneath your feet--
|
|
without a care he found rivers of consciousness flowing out
|
|
his brain--the bare reality--unframed--art spills out and
|
|
with a shout arrives--"we're here" Time is--writ all over
|
|
the graffitti streets--I AM IN LOVE--IN LOVE WITH THEE--thy
|
|
greatness surpasses eternity--through the hordes and hosts
|
|
and ranks of heaven--through the holy number which adds to
|
|
seven--through the gates and perils of infinity--I lay me
|
|
down--offer my crown--my blood--my sap--all my being--I am a
|
|
spark in the void which you embody--oh slut of hell--oh
|
|
unholy folly--I am all I am--am all I see and all you be is
|
|
all I need--I devote my love--my soul my seed my honour--
|
|
born of lust in your eternal rapture--bury me well oh bride
|
|
of hell and I shall cast my only spell--made for you in this
|
|
holy moment--from the dust of the cosmos and the seed of
|
|
ferment.
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There is silence in this place--and it is of you
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|
-----------
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Hush--I see shadows leaking--and they are of you
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Leak into the night space--
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|
They are of you.
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____________________________________________________________
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ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
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³ ONE ASPECT... ³
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|
ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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|
|
I offered to meet Alyssa right after her appointment. I
|
|
knew how she'd be feeling. Most of the restaurants were
|
|
closed in our off-season tourist town, but we found one
|
|
place and settled in. I was still waiting to hear my own
|
|
test results and was hiding my fears, because Alyssa had
|
|
enough to bear. Her mother had also died of breast cancer,
|
|
and now her sister had it, too. Alyssa had been living with,
|
|
and caring for her father, since his stroke, shortly after
|
|
her mother's death. "I have to," she'd been saying simply
|
|
for the last 5 years. What I planned to do for her on this
|
|
day, was give her the chance to be with someone who cared.
|
|
If you tell me about yours," she'd said, "I'll feel like I
|
|
can tell you about mine."
|
|
I'd agreed. But she didn't need to know the level of my
|
|
terror. The images of my mother appearing unbidden in my
|
|
mind. My mother nauseous and sick with "chemo". My mother
|
|
raw with radiation burns. The holes where she used to have
|
|
arm muscles and breasts, the science fiction transformation,
|
|
when some doctor decided to give her male hormones, because
|
|
her female hormones were the "problem". The bloating from
|
|
the cortezone. The machine they strapped her into after an
|
|
operation to prevent bed sores. How many operations had
|
|
there been? Wasn't the whole hospital like one relentless
|
|
machine? A meat grinder.
|
|
I had to get past the torturous memories. I told Alyssa
|
|
about my 1'st awareness of my breasts when I was developing.
|
|
I remembered how delightful and warm they felt when I tucked
|
|
my knees up to my chest. I remember, also, the old elevator
|
|
man who poked at my breasts and prodded them with his bent
|
|
fingers. They were young and tender and it hurt. It hurt
|
|
also to see my sister's terrified face as she pressed
|
|
against the back of the elevator. Now my breasts had bruises
|
|
from the "aspirating" needles the doctor shoved into the
|
|
hard cysts.
|
|
I wanted to live. I didn't want anyone coming at me with
|
|
a scalpel. Alyssa & I made a pact. "Let's not get it," we
|
|
promised.
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|
It was then she pointed out the place was full of women.
|
|
No men. Just women and small children. Some of the women I
|
|
knew (it's a small town). We looked around, saying hello
|
|
here and there, and I realized one of the women, Susan, was
|
|
someone I'd heard about. She had a particularly fast-moving,
|
|
virulent form of breast cancer. I asked her how she was
|
|
doing.
|
|
"Well I'm up and out; it's a good day," she answered.
|
|
"Tomorrow I go in for more chemotherapy." She talked about
|
|
how sick it made her for how long. "I guess it has to, or
|
|
it wouldn't be doing anything to the cancer." "Like labor
|
|
pains," someone said. All of the women in the room were
|
|
turned to her, encouraging her to go on. Alyssa said that
|
|
she and I were "high risk." "We're all high risk," Susan
|
|
said. She was in the habit of helping others with their
|
|
feelings. She talked of her husband's difficulties in
|
|
dealing with her illness, and her 5 yr. old's & 2 yr. old's
|
|
trouble with it. "I can't take care of them." (It sounded
|
|
like the hardest part of all for her.) "I get too sick. I
|
|
just have to do what I can for myself. I'm just taking in
|
|
the love people give me and trying to survive."
|
|
We talked on. All of us. We understood her. We gave
|
|
her the chance to vent her feelings. We learned from her.
|
|
She expressed our anger that women have to face these
|
|
statistics, that so many of us are dying, and that our
|
|
society seems to accept this price that we are paying for
|
|
the way we all live, producing pollution and other stresses
|
|
on an unparalleled level. We told her she was not alone.
|
|
We felt unified. Any one of us might be facing her trial
|
|
next.
|
|
While she went to the bathroom, we signed up on her
|
|
friend's schedule for bringing meals, for taking care of her
|
|
children.
|
|
Alyssa & I hugged each other before we parted. We don't
|
|
know that we have cancer, we'll deal with it as best we can.
|
|
Meanwhile, let's just live.
|
|
Neither of us has cancer, now. Our test results were
|
|
both o.k. We both still have lumps and have to return every
|
|
three months to the surprisingly considerate male doctor
|
|
who operates on women's breasts here. Susan is still
|
|
receiving as much chemotherapy as she can stand. She and
|
|
her family still need help. In the month since we met, two
|
|
more women friends of mine have just gone through similar
|
|
cancer scares. We're still angry. We have to figure out
|
|
our own personal balances between trying to devote energy to
|
|
learning about this, doing something about it, and just
|
|
living. With daily reminders, we must live with our fear,
|
|
and the fears of those who love us. Just one aspect of the
|
|
female experience in 1992.
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|
|
Soror Nancy
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|
____________________________________________________________
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|
ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
|
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³ BUSINESS ³
|
|
ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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|
|
by C.R. Torrey
|
|
|
|
|
|
J. P. Stewart, importer, financier, entrepreneur, one
|
|
time pornographer and drug dealer, was shown into the
|
|
bishop's office without delay. As he entered the sumptuously
|
|
decorated office, J.P. was met and graciously greeted by the
|
|
bishop, a man of portly middling height and balding pate.
|
|
"I'm so glad you could come today Mr. Stewart. Please sit
|
|
down, won't you?"
|
|
J.P. allowed the inane pleasantries to pass as he settled
|
|
himself into one of the two high backed, leather chairs
|
|
located in front of the bishop's capacious mahogany desk.
|
|
Despite his tall, rugged frame, the chair fit J. P.
|
|
comfortably.
|
|
"So, Mr. Stewart," said the bishop, "perhaps it would be
|
|
best if we got right down to business?"
|
|
"By all means," J. P. returned smilingly.
|
|
"Very good." The bishop paused momentarily, his expres-
|
|
sion slightly nonplused, before continuing. "The reason I've
|
|
asked you here is really a simple one. We've talked several
|
|
times before. In fact, you approached me on the first
|
|
occasion, if you recall. So far we haven't been able to
|
|
reach a consensus. I want to change that."
|
|
" I couldn't agree with you more, your grace."
|
|
The bishop cleared his throat before speaking. "Holy
|
|
Mother Church wants you back. You were born in the church.
|
|
Your dear mother raised you in the church. You belong with
|
|
us. Let me help you. Let Holy Mother Church help you. Tell
|
|
me how I can ease your return to the fold."
|
|
And now to the kill, thought J.P.. "Your grace. Of course
|
|
I want to return to the fold (not to mention gain the
|
|
support I need from you in order to secure my mayoral
|
|
candidacy). After rethinking everything, I've decided
|
|
there's really only one thing holding me back."
|
|
"And what is that--my son?" the bishop asked, a benevo-
|
|
lent smile beginning to spread across his ruddy countenance.
|
|
"It's the condition of tithing. Ten percent of my gross
|
|
personal income is just too much. I'm being pressed right
|
|
now from other quarters. I am prepared, however, to offer
|
|
seven and a quarter percent of my gross, payable quarterly."
|
|
The bishop's beatific expression fled, replaced by a
|
|
combination of indignation and worry. "But Mr. Stewart, the
|
|
tithe isn't something bargained over. It's a holy command-
|
|
ment of God. By its very definition it means a tenth part.
|
|
No one question of that!"
|
|
J.P., without losing the tone of confidence in his voice,
|
|
said, "Come, come, your grace, everything is negotiable.
|
|
The salary I receive from my corporation is negotiable; so
|
|
too should be a tithe from it. This is a new age, an age of
|
|
financial options...options with a new vocabulary and new
|
|
values. Surely you won't turn me down on a mere technical-
|
|
ity? I know the church is under heavy financial burdens.
|
|
Your new cathedral has barely begun construction. And let's
|
|
not forget the mission you run downtown. It must be a con-
|
|
siderable drain on your resources. This seven and a quarter
|
|
percent would be a great help to you, the answer to your
|
|
prayers. Many parishioners offer little or nothing. I'm
|
|
offering a large sum! To show my good intentions, I've come
|
|
prepared to offer you one hundred thousand dollars in
|
|
earnest money." At this point, J. P. smoothly reached into
|
|
his coat pocket and withdrew a check. Without ceremony, he
|
|
placed the pre-filled bank draft face up on the desk. He sat
|
|
quietly until the bishop had picked up the check and looked
|
|
it over, excitement registering in his eyes. When the
|
|
timing was right, J. P. continued, "Would you turn me away
|
|
over a question of scriptural interpretation?"
|
|
A pained expression crossed the bishop's face, inner
|
|
turmoil obviously tearing him in two directions. Finally,
|
|
he drew a breath and said, "This 'scriptural interpre-
|
|
tation', as you put it, Mr. Stewart, has the sanction of
|
|
thousands of years of theological tradition behind it. It's
|
|
impossible. I can't make any concessions about the tithe. To
|
|
do so would put your very soul at risk."
|
|
"Your grace, don't you think my soul's at greater risk if
|
|
I fail to come back to the church at all? Wouldn't it be
|
|
better to come part way back now than to put it off and risk
|
|
never coming back?"
|
|
"I'm sure your reasoning seems perfectly sensible to you,
|
|
Mr. Stewart, but God's not interested in fence sitters. With
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Him, it's all or nothing. Besides, God blesses the full
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tithe payers, not only in heaven but on earth as well. Maybe
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it would help you to think of it as an investment."
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"What could be, isn't the same as what is, your grace.
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I'm a business man. I have many outstanding responsibilities
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and debts of my own. It isn't as simple as you make it out
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to be. The bottom line is, I just can't afford to pay ten
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percent. Surely God understands. For that matter, who's to
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say the money I've invested in society wasn't a tithing of
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sorts. Perhaps I've been paying a tithe for years. Look at
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all the jobs I've created through the investment of my
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capital. I've helped people to own a piece of the American
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dream!"
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"Listen, I'm willing to reasonable. I'll even go another
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quarter percent. Seven and a half is more than generous. It
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can do a lot of good for the church."
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"I'm touched by your good works and intentions, Mr.
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Stewart. They do you credit. What you say is true. You've
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done much for society. Without men such as yourself, our
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great country wouldn't enjoy the immense bounty it now does.
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What you do and have done is all a part of God's plan. He
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wouldn't have made you so influential if it weren't.
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However, God, in His wisdom, has decreed that we should give
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back to him a tenth part of the blessings He has showered
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upon us. Through the Scriptures we are clearly shown that
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the tithe is a consecrated sacrament. It can't be altered
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or changed at man's whim. Who are you or I to think we know
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better than God what we can or can't afford?"
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Pleased with his inspired oratory the bishop beamed with
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kindly benevolence. He failed to note the frown spreading
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across his guest's face.
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For his own part, J. P. was none too happy about the
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bishop's recalcitrance. Finally he asked, "And if it's not
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possible for me to come up with all the money, are you
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saying I will definitely not be considered a member in good
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standing?"
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"Come, come, Mr. Stewart. Don't make us out to sound so
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mercenary! It's not so much the amount of money, it's the
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principle of the thing. Tithing is a commandment of the
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Lord. I'm not the one who requires this of you, God does."
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J. P. allowed a hint of barely controlled anger to creep
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into his voice. "What makes you think I haven't already
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reconciled my offer with God? Who can say He didn't send me
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to you with this offer?"
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"Nonsense, Mr. Stewart. Why would he give others the
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commandment of the tithe and suddenly change his mind for
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you? He just doesn't work that way."
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"I've heard churchmen themselves say God works in
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mysterious ways."
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"No man is privy to God's thoughts and actions, but He
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gave us His commandments to follow without deviation. We
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just can't pick and choose between them to suit our fancies.
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We must accept them as they were given to us. In this way
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only can we hope to find favor in His eyes."
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Suddenly, the repartee and posturing J. P. usually
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enjoyed, grew tiresome. The bishop was either far shrewder
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and craftier than he had given him credit for, or far more
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obtuse. Unwilling to seem desperate, J. P. decided it was
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time to cut the meeting short. "Your grace, we both agree
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it's time for me to return to the 'fold', but we both also
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know there are many folds out there. Perhaps I was wrong in
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thinking this was the right one for me."
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J. P. stood, stretching out his hand to retrieve the
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check the bishop was still holding. After taking it back,
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he turned, and, without another word, headed for the office
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door. While reaching for its ornate handle, he heard the
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bishop speak hurriedly behind him. J. P. smiled secretly to
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himself.
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The import magnate turned back to face the cleric, an
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expectant look in his eyes. The bishop, somewhat embar-
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rassed, repeated his last words while simultaneously
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attempting to recover his composure. "Nine percent, Mr.
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Stewart, and that's my final offer!"
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The End
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KALI LODGE KALENDAR
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APRIL
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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We're back.
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Sunday, April 5th: Pathworking--Art. At the Artsy-Fartsy
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Lodge. 6:00 p.m. Bring a drum & get creative.
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Wed/Thu/Fri, April 8th-10th: It's that time of year again.
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We'll do something: Light candles, read aloud,
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eat dessert, & enjoy Life Light Liberty & Love--
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Sunday, April 12th: Nochie Voodoo seance in the Forbidden
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Zone with the green and puce guys. 6 p.m. in the
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Temple.
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Sunday, April 19th: Loa Ritual--Maza. Bring a drum and
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something lunar to feed the Loa. 10 p.m.
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Sunday, April 26th: Gnostic Mass. 6 p.m. in the Temple.
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$2.00 donation which will be put to the "Next
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Year in Australia fund."
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Always call first to make sure we haven't
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forgotten, or won the lottery and split.
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Love is the law, love under will.
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-Chen
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