O, I wish I had that one for the image. When I really looked at the roster of members of Golden Dawn they were quite well connected. Of all the connections tho that affect the modern world it might be Maud Gonne's son Sean MacBride who had the farthest reach --UNESCO and more. There might be something to this.
I have practiced magic on occasion. I understand the physiological processes and the means involved, but to most people it would appear to be magic. A good friend, one of whose doctorates was in physiology, was experiencing pain. I put her in a trance and redirected her blood flow to raise the temperature in the area, which helped. Later, we worked together on on other self-directed body changes. We were able to raise the level of endorphins, and then lower the level of eosinophils. We discussed trying to change the shapes of body parts, but I was unwilling to proceed. I want to explore whether humans can actually shape-shift.
Here's "The Devil" from Crowley's Thoth tarot deck, illustrated by Lady Frieda Harris: http://www.esotericmeanings.com/thoth-devil-tarot-card-tutorial/
I tried to read Crowley's "The Book of Thoth" and dropped out about a third of the way through. Clearly I am not cut out to be a magician.
O, I wish I had that one for the image. When I really looked at the roster of members of Golden Dawn they were quite well connected. Of all the connections tho that affect the modern world it might be Maud Gonne's son Sean MacBride who had the farthest reach --UNESCO and more. There might be something to this.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Se%C3%A1n_MacBride
This poem by Yeats was featured in Stehpen King's novel THE STAND, having to do with a devistating global pandemic that literally ended the world.
I think the poem has great rellevance for our situation today.
The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Yes, and Yeats was a member of Golden Dawn and other mystical organizations. Great poem. --What rough beast.
I have practiced magic on occasion. I understand the physiological processes and the means involved, but to most people it would appear to be magic. A good friend, one of whose doctorates was in physiology, was experiencing pain. I put her in a trance and redirected her blood flow to raise the temperature in the area, which helped. Later, we worked together on on other self-directed body changes. We were able to raise the level of endorphins, and then lower the level of eosinophils. We discussed trying to change the shapes of body parts, but I was unwilling to proceed. I want to explore whether humans can actually shape-shift.
You were in good company. The Golden Dawn roster had much influence.