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ZNUZ IS ZNEES MEMOIRS OF A MAGICIAN EDITED & REVISED By C.F. Russell I The Magical Commentaries From Volume I: ``Therion'' In 1917 I bought a copy of Vierick's ``International'' & was intrigued by a series of articles: The Revival of Magick. From their author I secured several books along this line, and in June, 1918, on my birthday, I saw him at his apartment, then on West 9th St. in New York City. He answered my knock with a hypnotic stare, and made an appointment for lunch. I remained most of the day; we took an astral journey together, and in the evening he and some others, including ...A and his wife, ...IWDWIC initiated me into the IIIo of O.T.O., a synthetic society which gives the gist of Freemasonry and more in Eleven Degrees, the rest of which I acquired later. Appropriately enough, there was a total eclipse of the Sun that day. Returning to N.Y. in the Fall, had further experiences with A.C. One eve before going to a party given by Mme. G., I visited his new apartment on the south side of Washington Square, where he lived with the ``Dead Soul'', to pick up his latest book, and make the decision (after a Tarot seance) to go to Detroit to help ...A organize a group of higher Masons. Successful in this [see Vol. II], at the end of 1920, I joined the Wizard in Sicaly to study and do secretarial work. Documentary evidence, if C or Y or is it Symonds, will ever let loose of it, exists of my sorjourn which I would like to see first, mostly to refute and debunk, so that I will not waste time discussing distortions here. Not worth while to set matters straight, at least not while some persons who might be involved have not been as yet consulted to see how they would react to revelations I might make. After all, I am no cad or muckraker, there has been enough of that! Here I will be content simply to dispel the illusion held by this man and his disciples that he was ``The Beast.'' In this he was never sincere except in a psychopathic manner until later he became addicted to drugs and lost capacity to overcome this obsession. The real Beast is Sorath, the Sun Demon (spelled Samech, Vau, Resh, Tau), described by John in ``Revelations.'' Crowley's complex was a feeble imitation of the genuine, unless we have to admit that coming events cast their light before them. Evil as he was, his game was childish play in ace of what mankind in centuries to come has to endure. A.C. was a poet, litterateur, and Adept enough to gather earnest disciples of yoga, magic, and occultism. He failed because of disloyalty to his friends, and through his whole performance runs a thread of quackery which can be uncovered by logic and honest, unbiased research. I retired from the Outer College, and ceased to promote his work over 30 years ago, although in view of the fact that Light must have Darkness as a foil, I can still find use for his masterpiece, Liber Legis, which he wrote as directed by ...Aiwaz in 1904. [See Vol. II] Lapses of memory about this are due to his having taken a large dose of anhalonium at the time. Sufficit, Perdurabl, et longum probitas perdurat in aevum. (Ovid, Med. Fac. 49). ``Collectanea'' In Provenance (1944) and its Continuation, I have cataloged and analyzed my book collecting in a way never done before. I still have some 35 out of the first 315 numbered items & selections from Chapter VI. Other inanimate objects were acquired such as Stamps, Coins, Knives, Firearms and Radios, the bulk of which are long gone, since I couldn't take them with me; value of pieces intrinsically was minimal - maximal was acquired ability and know how to get what I need or want. Contributions to the Great Work (defined elsewhere) consist of what improvements I could make on efforts of predecessors, plus methods of my own discovery or invention to educate thinking, feeling, and willing - all these are suitable for study and practice by any person with sufficient interest and enough intelligence. In my works, the mathematician finds new Algorithms and Viewpoints hitherto unknown - see Chapter VII and Bibliography - e.g., I was the first to enumerate permutations and combinations and develop the corresponding Arithmetic, codify the cubic components, construct an electrical engine to solve syllogisms (predating all other attempts), reduce the centuries-old A Fortiori Argument to a perfect three-termed syllogism (Barbara Cubed, April, 1944), and so on! My books must now speak for themselves - I am retired! For the curious, I recommend highly The Complete Magick Curriculum of the Secret Order, G...B...G (Llewellen Publications, P.O. Box 3383, St. Paul, MN 55101 - $10.00, or your favorite book seller) by an ex-pupil, Louis T. Culling, who has full responsibility for its contents - I did not proof reed this pregnant volume - they thought I was dead. However, certain contextual errors are O.K., e.g., (1) meaning of the letters as on title page is not correct - leave it that way!; (2) Page 17, oath as stated is wrong; to have given it as it truly is would be to violate it. Credit Louis for using discretion; (3) Page 5, ``Russell went up on `The Rock' for food or water. Jane W---- took food and water to Russell and brought him down.'' I cannot endorse this mistake which conflicts with John Symond's account (the Symonds of Chapter VI), both in his Great Beast, and also in his edition of the Confessions (Hill & Wang, 1st American Ed, February, 1970). In neither case am I mentioned by my right name, either magical or otherwise - so why did Louis have to identify me? I will deal with this garbled tale in my chapter on `The Rock.' The Beauty who came calling in the moonlight was not named ``Jane,'' nor did she bring me down. Having finish my self-appointed task in eight days as planned, I returned to the Abbey, voluntarily, took up where I had left off and commingled other chores with passing a test for a higher grade - dig infra!; (4) Page 69, ssq, here Louis must have mixed up his ``Opera'' with his ``One iron'', or perhaps confused Q with Omega, a typographical error? In two books (Louis never got the final editions), I explained the Jack and Jill Formula: J-J deals with Alpha & Diana, Book E is on Omega, but ``Q'' is something else, not found in Heavenly Bridegrooms (N.Y., 1918), edited by Dr. Theodore Schroeder, nor in any other thing by ``Ida C[raddock]'', nor in anything authored by Aleister Crowley, published or not, nor in any of my own writings, public or private. WAW's Essay on #43 in my Book CHAM (2nd Edition, June, 1976) goes no farther than Substance of J-J & E, omits their Technic and does not discuss ``Q''. Need I say More?; (5) Page 53, Louis gives Chapter I of Liber Al vel Legis with some of his own comment. Revised exegesis by Crowley, himself, fills a volume of 224 single-spaced typewritten pages, plus index - please permit me a word or two. Therion admits that Liber Trigrammaton is unsatisfactory solution of II, 55, but in latest editions of my Book Y (See also CHAM), I have out the correct 27 attributions - i.e., the ``order and value of the English Alphabet.'' In another instruction, I explained II, 76!; (6) Page 105 - Since we parted company circa 1936, Culling, of course was n'au courant pas my books G-W and B-W (See Page 97 of Provenance) & CHAM, 1st edition, never published before April 1940. Other errata are less important, some omission, perhaps reserved for later, e.g., no mention of such effectual occult exercises as P-W. Finally - except for incompleteness and obsolescence, the ``Curriculum'' has merit - read it, shows a heap of hard work, utmost sincerity and loyalty! How could I possibly put down (Page 2): ``Well the Frater ...Genesthai, C.F. Russell, as a teacher in Practicing Magick, was, without question, the greatest genius of this Century, or several past centuries that I have been able to trace.'' ``Lay'' Exegete recension on the important I, 51 about entering and standing on the floor of the Palace (see my Siao Shu Jun Koong, June, 1955), stresses what succeeds ``therefore'', endeavoring to explain the text with ten single-spaced pages of Anti-Christian triage and advocacy of the Scribe's personal, sacred fetishism and without dealing specifically with the ``means and means'' marked by the minister of Hoor- Paar-Kraat, except actually to ``confound the space-marks'' here and in the seventeen page explanation of next verse, I, 52, threatening ``direful judgments'', Ra-Hoor-Khuit has for those who do that very thing! Scholarship demands the whole context, which since it runs on the same theme through 224 pages, can't be reproduced here, ``therefore'' study Q for further enlightenment - obviously ``Aiwass'' was not about to shed Light on Q, provided He could! Truth is best served by a twelve-fold survey of the subject, or a succinct summation - poetic license oft can hinder more than help, but on one has yet ascribed accurately all human activities to the Signs of the Zodiac, although a big step has been made by Dr. Rudolf Steiner in his four lectures in Berlin - 20 to 23 January, 1914, on Human and Cosmic Thought, q.v., and Dr. Eugen Kolisko, M.D., in Three Fundamental Problems; no room here except for suggestions, their solutions of continuity supplying shocks to surprise scholastic recidivivism reincarnated among us. Shortness of breath puts period here. ``For brevity is very good, when w'are or are not understood'' Butler, Hudibras, Canto I, line 669. No question about consecration in the Ritual (I, 65); Crowley's 17 page lectures on his favorite topic is as good as elsewhere, but no gloss on ``space-marks;'' verily these may be the wounds to terrorize the Old Aeonities - gaps to clot rather than thresholds to cross from the Age of Gabriel to that of Michael. Form must agree with Substance (Page 97) - see also Intro to Book CHAM (2nd ed.), page xiii - ``CHHING LOI JU YUN''; in this new epoch, our job is to do wide-awake what hitherto was done well only when self-conscious - asleep, did not interfere. On Page 120 of The Great Beast, John Symonds touts Chapter 36 of the Book of Lies ... (falsely called BREAKS) as ``inadvertent'' disclosure urging Theodore Reuss to induce Crowley to join O.T.O. But beyond secret instructions, this is not A.C.'s most explicit - to wit, the Apep Rite in Vol. I, No. 7 of The Equinox (March, 1912). Anticipating what may appear elsewhere, note that the ``Star Ruby'' is clear and candid, as I have annotated it, whereas the ``Star Sapphire'', although analeptic, is ambiguous! In conjunction with the printed evidence, Symonds had enough documentary to untangle twisted chronology (page 113, supra); anyway, we praise him for the ne plus ultra exposition referred to above, and later on in 1958 in The Magic of Aleister Crowley, page 96 ssq, where the informed public, sympathetic or not, fairly, further can judge and not quibble about who, when, and where, which needlessly cloud characin character of the what, plainly and penetratingly permeating the Paris Working, ably outlined in the bewitching prose of John Symonds. The Latin invocations of Hermes (Mercury), and Zeus (Jupiter) are available, if you enjoy mumbo jumbo as O.S.V. and L.T. did, but less pompously you might prefer - [follows two pages of purely personal poetry, not here reproduced - see Part II]. ``Arcana'' Ordinary invective is emotionally clothed argumentum ad hominem, the losing disputant's resort. Adequate refutation must deal with the whole context, point by point, occupies much space and time, is tedious, dull and usurps more energy than subject deserves. Extraordinary abuse is rational invention of vituperation, often profane and obscene, to test the victim's Znuz. III, 59: ``As brothers fight ye!''; II, 59-60: ``Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him. Therefore! strike hard and low, and to hell with them, Master!'' This wise procedure is adopted by Fraternities in initiatory Rites and by psychiatrists in group therapy. As the great Harry Truman said: ``If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!'' Maturity will treat insults for what they strictly are - declarations of love! Love is a form of insanity - to be in love is an ordeal of Initiation! Symonds (Page 194 of The Great Beast): ``The Confessions, or Autohagiography, of Aleister Crowley, written with an eye to publication, only skims the surface of his deeds and thoughts; there the story of The Beast seems a mere shadow-play compared with the full tide of his priapic cries in The Magical Record.'' I ought to know, having copies them all up to date as part of my job as his secretary! Add to that the Diaries of others concerned, and autograph in Liber Legis given me on leaving the Abbey, and mutual correspondence after my return to the U.S. (in one letter, he tried to get me to spy on Jones) (in another, he wanted me to finance reprinting Snowdrops), and the high praise in the same text with the accusations, and you will get a synthetic viewpoint from which to realize that whatever scolding exists vents and hides the agony of a grief-stricken lover. To me it was and is no big deal; the small part of my life meshed with A.C., though larger and later than the fifth year episode (page 23) did not ruin me in any way and taught me a lot! Please allow my own allusions, conducive to a broader perspective, the same license advocated in his II, 60 and don't ``make a great miss'' (II, 27) about the provocation! On the wall above the wide bed on the floor of the Couchemar was a small plaque engraved with six words, the initial letter of the fourth was variable, it could be an N or an H: ``ALYS CUSACK IS -to at HOME!'' Unfortunately for her, she was not my type; for me there was never the physical fascination presumably evoked in Alain Lutily and Fra. ...L.T., who in time outgrew it. As to Chess, although I did adhere to the prescribed curriculum (in Provenance Continuation indeed you see many items acquired later, until I discovered the great secret of Chess which is simply this: for every move of your opponent, make the correct adjustment, defensive or offensive, as the case may be. In games now, I always take Black, which forces the other to cut bait and fish, or else stew in his own juice, depending on his Virtue) even then to beat Crowley, I did not need to study outmoded textbooks (full of misprints)! In practice, when about to lose he had the habit of tipping over the board, or else The Great Wild Beast would stand up suddenly without a word of apology, and stalk of to perform pressing business in another place - more often than not the pharmaceutical shelf. Kipling's masterful exposition in Stalky & Co of sportsmanship would not claim its most conspicuous champion here. Pari passu recall his ruthlessness in playing the version of Fives called ``Thelema;'' the words used in scoring were easy to remember, as well as shocking - but there was no referee! Once upon a time, showing off the power of his memory and imagination, he played with me a game of chess blindfolded, pulling the covers up over his head while I sat at the desk in the corner telling the moves as we made them. My mistake was in not recording them! In the end game, respective positions did not match; he said it was my fault for stating some move wrongly - so the game was called off. By continuing it, he would have been mated in short order! Later on, while making-up the bed (one of my chores as a Chela), lo and behold, under his pillow (How could he be so stupid as to leave it there?) a miniature, portable chess set, peg-pieces and all! On Page 875 of the Confessions, he writes: ``unless one played to win, there was no point in playing at all,'' but my notion of winning did not justify cheating! Chronology of the ``Rock Retirement'' is tangled in the published books: compare page 872 of the Confessions, with page 175 of the Great Beast by Symonds. On his way to swim, carrying a towel and a cane, unusual - perhaps he forgot I was not a coolie - he issued his ultimatum. But the ``turnip with blood-shot eyes'' (I love you too!) was not ``out of the room by six o'clock'' nor ``By six o'clock was he in his new quarters.'' Symonds correctly says: ``The Beast came back from his swim, and finding Fiat Lux (not my magical name, so who can say, except L.T.C., that this jumbled jarvel belongs to me?) still adamant, retired to his room to ponder on the situation.'' The anecdotes are adventitiously adorned; the unvarnished truth is strange enough and more sensational than any tea table talk! Similar appraisal applies to remarks about the Cocaine Experiment (Page 871 of Confessions; page 163 of The Great Beast). ``The naval surgeons managed to save his life.'' Nonsense! There was only one, my friend, Dr. P. (who refused to accept the manufactured evidence of an iodine spot on my right arm, but kindly consented to cooperate by signing me to the hospital - he did nothing else, not even to make an injection of morphine, where I had a ball with the nurses in an isolation ward waiting for my discharge, which was the purpose of the whole scheme.) The war was over; as was my custom, I had reached the top grade I could get in the foreseeable future, I had served my country well - out of the hundreds of flu patients in my charge, I lost only one. I labored hard while my superiors slept, my preparation of cod-liver-oil emulsion was so good that every examinee copped some to put out as his own - not the category for any more, but handled some tasks efficiently which others avoided and got the credit of being the venereal victims' best friend! It was not easy to offset my most excellent reputation and unimpeachable character, so I had to cook up something weird and against my known grain to make me undesirable, so I could get out. One week after the Armistice was declared I made it! Don't confide your intrigues, even to close friends, they often change the attitude towards you when it suits them - even a Master is not always to be trusted! But some did tacitly acquiesce - the Admiral sympathized and went along. Crowley says (page 871 of the Confessions): ``His experiment, if intended to escape notice, failed.'' Do I read here that even he had a faint inkling of the truth? Now, regarding the Rock, I will not polish up my Record (which I have) as did ``John St. John'' (Vol I, No. 1 of The Equinox), nor asterisk gaps my poetical genius can't fill.Note the consistency of that decoy (Page 840 of the Confessions): ``The meditation of this afternoon resulted in an Initiation so stupendous that I dare not hint at its Word. It is the supreme secret of a Magus, and it is so awful that I tremble even now - two hours later, and more - 2:20 P.M. was the time - as I write concerning it. In a single instant, I had the Key to the whole Chinese [After years of practice with the Yi King, he did not know the secret of that - see 2nd ed. of my Book CHAM] Wisdom. In the light - momentary glimpse as it was - of this truth, all systems of religion and philosophy become absolutely puerile - The secret comes along the Path of Aleph to Chokmah. I could write it plainly in a few words of one syllable, and most people would not even notice it ...'' There is more, but I think you will get the point! I found the secret of Thelema and hinted at it in one volume of my diary - but he did not catch on, or he would not have been pleased - see below about Jones. Also, reflect on the Chapter The Ipsissimus, The Great Beast, Page 165: ``I swore to keep silence, so long as I live, about the fact of my attainment.'' That's why he recorded the details? Else you might miss the point?! Horse shit! Again, in his essay, The Psychology of Hashish (reprinted by Regardie in Roll Away the Stone): ``I sat up all one night embodying the essence of my knowledge in this.'' Here, as elsewhere, he interprets transcendental trances, but in purely intellectual terms, by no means inspired, and not very scholarly at that! Crowley's acquaintance with Samadhi and up seems to be on a par with his comprehension of the nature of Cannabis, in fact, poisonous and peculiarly effective because prematurely developed. Part I of Book 4 and Eight Lectures on Yoga are built up from the whole cloth of hearsay, and do not reach the heart of even that subject! My summary that Magick was a peg on which to hang his authoring, is well considered. Combination of magical and literary talents in the same person is rare but not impossible. Science knows how the investigative instrument can distort any discovery; we can thank those like Houdini and John Scarne who do their utmost to expose charlatanry and self-deception which would deceive the world. Authentic Spiritual Science Itself has built-in safeguards; if you are there you get there by the right Path, and you can make no error, and will be careful to communicate what you learn! Widespread won't to cross the Threshold with out facing-up to the Guardian is responsible mostly for Occultism's bad repute. Emphasize that if you ignore the Guardian, you don't know yourself! Like a lot of works of Nietzsche, and W.W., most of A.C.'s were written by the Devil. Everyone who enters the Path must be Tempted; not all overcome! Achad (Jones) was a favorite and most faithful disciple, his ``son'' for who he wrote Liber Aleph (he wrote Liber Samekh for Progradior, Bennett) - for me he wrote an inscription in my copy of the Bagh-I-Muattar! At first he obtained results which supported A.C.s claim of supernaturalness of the ``Book of the Law'' and was welcomed to the Grade of Master of the Temple. Later, with the same qabalistic keys, he transcended that stage to open the door wider than A.C. wanted it. Therion showed me communications from Jones: ``Do you know him better than I do, what do you think of this?'' wanting me to agree that Achad had flipped his lid. My honest judgment was that both had blown their tops! Accepting the rebuff with good grade, Jones slowed his pace, so as not to outrun the Leader, but put hit keen mind to work on the foundations, and this was the beginning of the end of a beautiful partnership. Something similar happened to me, and explains paragraph on page 874 of the Constitution. Commenting something in one of my diaries, he wrote: ``This is remarkable as revealing knowledge belonging to the most exalted Grade''. yet coming down to what demands less depth of acuity, but might become public, he would with mock humility write: ``Even after he had regained sanity in most matters, he clung to the conviction that his adventure on the Rock had initiated him to a Grade far superior to mine. I should, of course, have been only too glad if this had happened. The decaying debris of my Oedipus complex still stinks,which stink being interpreted may have rendered in English, `How I with I had someone to go to, a man like myself, not an Angel, whose humanity would understand and sympathize with my weakness and weariness, and on whose shoulders I might shift at least a little of the responsibility which is breaking my back' ''! This was written not after the fact, but rather in anticipation, for never did I declare any such conviction. Best to eradicate competition before it stars by discrediting it reductio ad absurdam. But polemics prove nothing; I offer all this merely as food for thought. Adepts do not debate teach other in public (or in private) about their respective attainments! The layman would be justified in crying: ``A pox on both your houses''! My compulsion is simply to rub grains of salt in the wounds made in the Beautiful Body of Truth by which you may meet here or there. The proof of my own pudding, if you can eat and digest it, will be whether or not it can fortify your body, soul, and spirit, and help you accomplish The Great Work. It is my opinion that the only chapters of this attempt of Memoirs with any permanent worth at all are VII and XV (so far!) If the rest is bait,then in swallowing the husk you may get hooked on the fruit! Misit in ignotam qui rude semem humum (Ov.Tr.3,8)


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