Magickal people: Get ye your Asses Into Gear!

This is the letter I sent out to my Brethren.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

A Call to Sacrificial Duty

There is no Work Greater than That of Halting & Reversing

the Events Currently Unfolding Undersea

at the Deepwater Horizon Macondo Wellhead

I, Soror Raphael, being a Member of Our Illustrious Order by some reckonings, and a Member in Good Standing by none, do nonetheless, by virtue of the indissoluble bond to which my very being proves daily, do hereby call for an Universal Working and Sacramental Offering by all of the members of our Order, in good standing or otherwise, as well as by all Associates, Minervals, and other ancillary Stars in the company of these Stars; as well as all members of the Ecclessia Gnostica Catholica; of the Shadowy A.'.A.'.; those who conduct the Elusinian Mysteries, those who explore the Boundaries of the Spirit, Enochian, Goetic, Theurgic, or Synthetic; as well as all the friends and acquaintances necessarily attracted thereunto, and any others whatsoever, if they be but sufficiently skilled and capable.

Let them obtain a representation of the Terrestrial Orb, entire, and well marked after the modern fashion; let them have such with them at their place of working; and if they need specificity of time and place, let them face the Site of the Event, which even now gusheth: 28° 39′ N and 88° 23′ W or approximately 50 miles S.E. of the Mississippi Delta at the Edge of the Continental Shelf. Should any body desire a greater specificity, let the Culmination coincide with the Hour and Minute said to have marked, in the Evening of the 20th Day of April, 2010 e.v., the Beginning of the Present Tribulation: 9:56.

Let us work together; let us work alone; let us work in groups: sed semper ut rectificando Orbis Terrarum ubique vide in loco supra . May their Enthusiasm be Energized, may their Purpose be, if but for One Magickal Instant, even as tangible, as if it had indeed already come to pass.

Let this globe remain in plain and open view for as many of the People of this Earth to view as is practicable.

May we all achieve That Conversation which is Undefiled Knowledge and Perfected Bliss.

Soror Raphael, I°

Love is the law, love under will.

In its original form:

Oh and here's a link to a DIY globe.. you could make it from parchment if you felt like it -- but in my opinion, it should be more... absorbent...

Then -- there is the twitter feed I started -- I was going to keep it a secret -- but -- well maybe I still will. see if you can find it.

Oh and there is that Black lodge of Santa Cruz thing -- yes this is she -- hello world -- I should one of these days record those lovely days from this female Faust's perspective...

All in all, I quite enjoy this incarnation thing. Quite. Especially when one has a fantastic lover. But not especially when these pathetic excuses for consciousness that somehow reached adulthood lacking mirror neuron number one make a mockery of my beautiful Terra - my home for so long -- ever since I , a pretty monkey with an enticingly bright red butt - first saw the star people up in the heavens and convinced my girlfriends to turn around and stick our butts up in the air... -- merely a myth people. Don't get out your red pencils. Besides, its no fair with the cross-blog-critical-theories. They won't hold up unless you also drink a cup of my coffee.

you can walk a mile in my shoes

but you can't dance a step in my feet

The Electric Spanking of War Babies - Funkadelic

... where was I? make a mockery of my beautiful Terra -- then imply its my fauslt for wanting to stay warm...

Join the Landless Peasant Party. Power to the People because the People want Peace. Power to the People that Anarchy may thrive, as it should, somewhere other than in the hands of these fucking assholes. Fuck them for thinking that winning is everything -- for thinking that constitutes winning.

"Masters Of War"

Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion'

As young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins.

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die

And your death'll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Be seeing you -- and 93...

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this is a creature that was called by my name

so though only a picture I saw my Self just the same