Ha! I found a place that translates English into Urdu! I totally rock.

Ok, I googled “English to Urdu” and found the site. AND I clicked it. Maybe that’s not rocking. Maybe it’s pebbling. but I PEBBLE! I PEBBLE OUT LOUD!

Anyway, newest project isn’t magical, but I need your help. Target audience: Secular Indian and Pakistani youngsters ready to do their tours of duty in the States to bring money back for themselves, their future wives, and their parents. Holy cow, you don’t know how many families there are over there sending their sons over here, or how many older brothers and sisters are already over here paying for the education of their own younger brothers and sisters so they can come over here and write Oracle and SQL and design DB Architecture in Erwin…

Now to painstakingly enter each word of my books into this box…

Anyway! Essays about your local business IT markets would be appreciated. The top five or ten will be included and published in a book that will help folks with their decisions on which parts of the US to move to. I’m looking for 500-1000 word, high level, HAPPY (write while smiling) analyses of the local cultures in the North West (Seattle), West (CA), South West (Phoenix, etc.), Texas (IS ITS OWN REGION OF THE US, DAMMIT), CO, Mid-West (Chicago, Detroit, Ohio), and up and down the east Coast (Boston, NY, Philly, DC, Atlanta, Jacksonville, Miami, etc.).

Talk about the job market, how the brown-skinned, fast-talking, heavily accented are treated in the workplaces you’re familiar with. If you know rates of pay, write about that. Talk about the local Indi-Paki community, and success stories of your Indi-Paki friends. Talk about the American lifestyle and perspectives (honest, not media-hyped “outsourcing is the source of the recession”) on the influx of the Near-East techies.

I know techies, but if you know the same info on the Medical profession, that would be good too.

I found a photo of a real life fairy captured mid embrace with her lover. He managed to finish his glamour before she did, and looks a lot like a dark stick. Hers was almost finished when Sucae snapped the photo, but you can totally see her there.

I knew they were still around.

Hee hee hee…

If you’ve ever been to a Seder, you’ll get a kick out of this post at Lavanah’s blog. I think it’s a good thing for Christians to remember around Easter that Christ was asking his Disciples at the Last Supper, “What makes this night different from every other night?”

Except he was also thinking, “…besides the fact that it’s my last on Earth in this mortal shell, you ungrateful bastards.”

Fuck compassion!

Them bastards that suffer have it fucking coming, the lazy assholes. Get up and DO something about your fucking issues, for Christ’s sake! No one ever helped me do shit! Everything I know, I learned on my own, spent years studying, experimenting, shooting in the dark and hitting my own foot over and fucking over again. Now you want me to just fork it the fuck over to you for free so you can look at it and think about it sometimes and never fucking do anything with it? Fuck you.

I was homeless. I worked my way up to the upper middle class on charm and hard work. It ain’t easy, but fuck you, it’s possible. I know “flying a sign” gets you over a grand a week, I had to live in shelters with homeless scum. (That’s what they call it, those guys with the “will work for food” signs: Flying a sign. Like it’s a kite. A fun thing to do. And they bring home $200-400 a day. Or would, if they had homes. But they don’t. They buy hotel rooms and crack and booze. When they run out, they fly another sign.*)

Crippled from birth!? No excuse. Get a job. Roll on over to the local Christian Children’s Fund and charge them to take your picture to manipulate the soft-hearted gullible Americans into donating our precious $1 a month to them. So you can EAT. Besides, God wanted you to die, that’s why you were born that way. To starve. It’s his clay, he can make ugly miserable lumps if he wants to. Be thankful you made it this far.

Get the picture? I’m not really a compassionate kind of guy. I’m not quite as bad as I make out above, but on my worst days I can come pretty close. That bitterness behind the lack of compassion you see up there? That’s real. I have a lot of things in my life that I had to work my ass off for. But I didn’t do it alone, not by a long shot.

I really was homeless. What I leave out above is that I got off the streets because of my family. My mommy and daddy took me back in, gave me a home, and helped me get a job. They were afraid of me at the time, afraid I’d steal their stuff and their car and book it on to Texas or something. Because I was hooked on the “killer weed.” Heh. Silly parents.**

I had other things going for me. I’m white. I’m not proud of my race, but I’m damned thankful. White people have it easier in this world; even though Obama’s president, we still do. We didn’t do anything to earn it, other than oppressing every other color on the planet while we took the resources and used them to build our society.*** There’s nothing inherently better, smarter, aware, or more innately deserving about people with white skin. If you don’t believe me, check out Essex, Maryland. Or your local trailer park on a Friday night. Still, I get the job when I’m up against equally qualified brown-skinned people with heavy accents. Unless there’s a quota.

Another thing I have going for me is the third leg advantage. Women have a “glass ceiling” keeping them from climbing the corporate ladder. Men can climb faster cause we’ve got three legs. Like my skin color, I’m not proud of my gender. DAMNED THANKFUL though. Even if I didn’t get promoted over better qualified women, I’d STILL be thankful. For obvious reasons.

So I can’t say “Anyone can make something of themselves with nothing going for them, I did!” because frankly, I didn’t. I had a lot going for me. I had to work hard, but not nearly as hard as some people. It’s no excuse to lack compassion.

But what is Compassion, really? It’s like pity, but without any contempt. It’s not “feeling sorry” for someone. “Feeling Sorry” means feeling sorrow. Sorrow is a sign of something being out of whack, ignorance of a bigger picture. Buddhists believe something about attachment being the source of all sorrow. If you look at someone and feel sorrow, it’s an indication that you’re attached to something you shouldn’t be. If you equate sorrow with compassion, I think you’ve missed the point.

Compassion, in my opinion, is not a negative thing at all. It’s not feeling bad or feeling sorry for someone. It’s a good feeling, a positive feeling. Compassion, I think, is simply “wanting to help.”

I have a great deal of compassion for people. The homeless, people of other-color-than-white, and women. I want to help them succeed, to give them the leg up that I got just by being (mostly) sane, white, and male. I help them out by hooking them up with opportunities I find, and by sharing whatever wealth I might stumble across. I help them out by pointing out the fun stuff that helps us forget the negatives, the fun stuff that refreshes the soul, that encourages, illuminates, and inspires.

I have compassion for everyone to some degree, but some folks get more compassion from me than others. Specifically for the mage-born. We’re alive in a world that for the most part rejects magic. We’re stuck in a time that has raised to a “science” the idolatry of materialism. The texts we have in the West that claim to teach us magic are for the most part watered down attempts at reconstructing centuries-old techniques. Our Magisters are mere students themselves, students that have caught more of a glimpse of what’s possible than we have, surely, but still far from the Magisters of old.

I’ve mentioned before that I think of myself as a Hierophant. It’s not a pride thing at all, in case you’re wondering. I don’t WANT to be a Hierophant. I WANT to be a nouveau riche American upper class megamillionaire who sends his kids to the finest schools, buys yachts, collects cars, and buys and sells businesses for a profit.

But I have this drive to help people. It’s a compulsion. I’m not happy unless I’m sharing something I’ve learned, passing on an experience, or pointing someone new to magic to a passage of Agrippa that explains what they’re looking for. I get serious contentment from initiating people into the Hermetic Occult Traditions. I love finding people’s Genius names and guiding them through the travails of Samekh and Solar initations. IT makes me feel goooooood.

I believe it’s my purpose in life. When I die, I want to be able to continue in that purpose. That’s why I’m so interested in the Rainbow Body. When it occurs, the person experiencing it becomes a teacher of great power on the other side. In Christian terms, they become one of the Holy Saints, not just an ordinary saint, but the kind that can perform miracles for the people that pray to them. The kind the Catholic Church Canonizes.

It’s not based on a lust for power, or a desire to continue on after I die as myself. I believe all that would happen is that my Ruach would get empowered enough to continue to act from the spiritual realm on the physical realm while the Neschemah goes on to reincarnate again. Instead of sitting on a dusty shelf in the Akashic Record, I’d be living and moving and having my being in the lives of everyone I could help. It would be uber cool.

If things don’t work out that way, I’m fine with it too. I know that God has a plan for me, and whatever it is will make me more content than anything I could dream of in this lifetime or any other. It just seems that all my studies and the things I’m drawn to the most in this life are related to becoming this after-life teacher figure, a full-blown Hierophant.

In the Corpus Hermeticum, it teaches that we are to become Powers. We go up and join with God (remember our race and value, not literally become one with God who emanated us separately for a reason) and then turn into Powers, like the Powers of the Angelic realms.

In the “Celestial Hierarchies,” Dionysius the Areopagite atrributes the rank of “Powers” to the sphere of the Sun. He was a neo-platonist, and his works reflect the Hermetic teachings, as did most of the early Christian teachings. As a Christian, Dionysius provides modern Christian Magicians with an insight into the grimoires that even Agrippa lacked, imho. He describes the Powers thus:

The name of the holy Powers, co-equal with the Divine Dominions and Virtues, signifies an orderly and unconfined order in the divine receptions, and the regulation of intellectual and supermundane power which never debases its authority by tyrannical force, but is irresistibly urged onward in due order to the Divine. It beneficently leads those below it, as far as  possible, to the Supreme Power which is the Source of Power, which it manifests after the manner of Angels in the well-ordered ranks of its own authoritative power.

As you can see, this would be an ideal role for me as a would-be supernatural Hierophant. I don’t want to become an Angel, I don’t think it’s truly possible. However, a being of similar intent and function would suit me just fine.

So, compassion: I gots it. I want to help people get ahead, succeed, and be all that they can be without joining the Army. There’s a beautiful existence at hand, and the path is through the Solar sphere. Entrance into that particular role is how I would like to see my Great Work turn out in the end. That would suit me just fine.

*The thing about the homeless flying a sign is true, by the way. What I don’t mention above is that these people doing that are mentally ill. In the 80s, when Reagan was cutting back big government, he closed down a lot of mental institutions. The inmates were either jailed or just let go, into the streets. They’re still there. They can’t work because they are mentally ill. They take drugs because they are mentally ill, and the drugs give them a temporary release. They don’t save that grand a week they make because they are physically incapable of making plans beyond two days in the future.

**I just wanted a real life again. I was bi-polar and the weed made me almost-stable, as long as I got high every morning and stayed mildly high all day long. I prefer it to the meds I take now, but I can’t keep my job if I piss positive, so that’s right out.
 
***Not “Culture,” society. We steal cultures.

In our work with the spirits, we often find ourselves lighting candles in honor of the spirits we’re Working with. Biblically, this can be construed as breaking the First Commandment, that one about having no other gods before me. I’ve seen a lot of debate on whether that commandment means you can’t worship any God but Jehovah or whether it means Jehovah has to come first, or even if that just means that in the temple, you’d better not have any other god depicted.

Based on what I’ve learned from my spiritual experiments over the years, God is the source of the springs that manifest as other gods or angels or spirits. There is only One God at the source, and from that God springs everything that is, the Word, the seven Spheres and their intelligences, the Workman, the physical, Nature, animals, and even Mankind. The spiritual traditions of every culture, Christian, Buddhist, Persian, or Aztec teach the same goal: Remembering and Reclaiming our divine heritage; bringing awareness of that source-ness and at the same time our individual embodiment of it to our daily lives, and eventual death. And beyond.

So to me, the idea that you can even have a God before God is fundamentally off. I think the only reason the Jews received that commandment was because they were CHOSEN by God to be an example to the rest of Mankind. That law (and the rest) is for the Hebrews. He offers plenty of evidence in the rest of the bible that he was (and is) revealing himself to other nations, tribes, cultures, and lands in addition to the Hebrews. Melchizadek, for instance, received Abraham’s tithe. He was a Priest of the One true God, right? Hell, later on, Jesus is said to be the High Prest in the order of Melchizadek. Dude was pretty important, but not Hebrew, not the Chosen people, and not bound by the Law. Paul mentions too that God revealed himself to the gentiles in their poetry when he’s talking to the Athenians. He quotes “in whom we live and breathe and have our being” from a Pagan poem. He also says the altar to the “Unknown God” is an altar to Jesus.

So, when I’m lighting a candle in honor of Bune as I ask him to get me a windfall of riches, I’m not placing a God before God Jehovah. I’m going to a manifestation of the One True God that manifests to every culture as he sees fit, the specific part that is there to bring men riches and eloquence, and putting in a request. The candle isn’t an idolotrous offering, it’s a way to “lift up the prayer” into the spiritual realms. Heat rises. As the wax is consumed, the request is raised. As the wax is transformed by the fire, the physically spoken request is transformed into its spiritual components. In revelations, we see angels bringing incense before God, and it says the smoke is the prayers of his people. Smoke, fire, prayer, they’re all part and parcel of the same thing.

Sacrifices in general intrigue me. It wasn’t the meat that God wanted in the old testament. It was the smell of the burning fat. Says so in the Bible. You know how GOOD burning fat smells? Maybe not if you’re a vegetarian, but maybe you get the same out of burning olive oil or something, I dunno. That delicious smell that makes you want to consume, that’s the offering that’s being given to God. Here God, eat the smell of the burning fat, and forgive my sins while you’re at it.

Personally, I wish he’d just take my own fat away, without making me exercise or eat less. In a way though, it makes my exercise holy when I think about it that way. Kind of gross, but sacred too.

I’m getting off topic.

Point is, I don’t think lighting a candle is idolatrous if you’re doing it with the full knowledge that the being you’re Working with is a manfestation of the Monad God the Father that makes everything. If you’re just lighting candles to images without thinking about it, thinking it’s the image that’s going to make shit happen, I thionk you’ve missed the boat and will have a lot less success in your Work. It’s the Spirt represented, and it’s the the thing that represents itself as the Spirit that you’re really working with. The candle’s just sort of there as a physical reminder of what it is you’re doing in your Work. It’s you rising through the spheres and returning in power, rising to the level of the spirit and bringing back via your prayer the result you seek.

I hope this makes sense.

BOTA. I don’t know much about them. Builders of the Adytum. I don’t have a lot of experience with BOTA initiates, and I haven’t delved into their background or anything. I vaguely remember something about them being the Golden Dawn without all the Egyptian Pagan imagery. Which I guess leaves Christian Rosicrucianism. I know they study the Tarot a lot. I know something about the Cube of Space is in their system, I think. I believe they use the GD-Kircher Tree of Life as their map of the spiritual cosmos.

That’s about all I know about the group. Google will likely tell you a lot more than I can about them.

I’d like to focus instead on a person I knew a while ago. His name online was OtterBodyExperience. He was an ER tech, and I had the good fortune of meeting him in the flesh when he came to Baltimore for some training a couple of years ago. Prior to that, we had an online correspondence that lasted a couple of years on The Great Work yahoo list. When it was dead and only two or three people regularly posted, he and I were often two of the three.

Without comparison, this guy knew more about the Western Mystery Traditions than any other man or woman I’ve ever met. He was so into the depths of the Tradition, the Mysteries, that there was nothing I’ve run into that he hasn’t touched on somewhere in his weird posts. He posted in weird puns, using odd capitalizations, making people have to think about not only the words, but the homonymns that make them up. It took a bit to get through the style to the message, but there was a value to that too. It showed how many layers there were to everything we take for granted, even the simple communications we exchange on the internet.

It seems like his understanding grew out of the Tarot. He could communicate almost any spiritual truth through the imagery of the Major or Minor Arcana. He had gone through the BOTA training, and had learned things about the cards that no one on the planet that I’ve met has ever demonstrated. He explained the Art/Temperance card and how it WAS Liber Samekh to me in a way that explained Dehn and Mathers’ Abramelin, the HGA, and Liber Samekh in a way that nothing else could. He explained Michael the Archangel in a way that I can’t begin to describe, and that too continues to haunt my studies.

I personally can’t get into the Tarot to the degree that they do in BOTA. At least at my current state of understanding. I have issues. Levi applied the Hebrew Aleph-Beit to SOME trumps of the Tarochini cards that were popular in the European courts as he interpreted them, and applied a history to them that is doubtful, fantastical, and in my opinion, arbitrary. he got rid of some Trumps that he didn’t have a letter for, combined imagery for others to make it fit his idea, and published his interpretation as if it were the secret mysteries of the ages.

However, it still holds value to many. I don’t think anyone believes there was ever a “real” Christian Rosenkrutz, but Rosicrucianism is still a meaningful path for many. God knows I use a tarot deck for divination on occassion. I have a mini-Rider-Waite deck that suits my purposes well. It’s a hold over from y early ceremonialist training. I prefer Joe’s Geomantic “tumblers” for divination, but regardless, it works.

I don’t know what else went into forming this man into a spiritual adept full of wisdom besides his BOTA training. However, if you have any resonance with the Tarot, based on my experience with Otter, I feel confident recommending the BOTA organization for people looking for a lodge experience. If it led him to the level he was at, then it’s got to have something to it that will hold value for you.