Letters from the Editrix – Summer 2014

Welcome to the second edition of Silver Star Journal of New Magick, issue three. In this last year we have seen many of our ilk encountering Death, some even greeting It, and also a resurgence in organic Lodge activity. The Lodge seems thankful, and cohesive. Nema herself had an ordeal beginning last Fall, having developed pneumonia which required subsequent surgery. To our great relief, Maggie is now recovering, of course not at all having lost her particular spark or spunk. Donald Michael Kraig only just passed away late this March. It seems that even a falling feather can move us to action, when we are pressed with questioning the temporal. With some assistance, Nema is currently in the process of compiling a book relating to communications beginning in 1975 between herself, and the late Kenneth Grant (who passed away in 2011). We all cross a strange bridge between the Worlds of the Living, and the Dead. Our bodies will not last. And sure enough, we are only given so much time to do what we must. So…

Do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law,
Love is the law, love under will.

My offerings to this journal come by way of the written word, as it does with all of its contributors, for these are not meagre compositions of letters on screens or paper. The human faculty that differentiates us the most from other animals could be seen to be our ability to think as clearly we do, and to communicate those thoughts outside of mere primal intuitive Hive-Mind actions. Essentially that we annunciate, and differentiate to an extreme separates us from other species, despite the ability to still communicate “inter-specially”. We have the utmost connection to one and other as evolving mammalian beings, and yet, we benefit from complete and utter autonomy come adulthood. To truly understand the written word as an occult fascination, one must be willing to recognize magick in the obscure and the mundane. These pieces are the culmination of lives, works, workings, the works of lives, these works have lives, and for some, this will be undeniable, as they get up off the page, reaching out, and integrating with the walking, talking talisman of you. Disquisitions taken a stab at from the right angle can slice a tear through the fabric of our very souls, staining our memory in ways wholly integral to our being. Often, as with seeds capable of remaining dormant for long periods of time, the stories we carry with us sprout, blooming later, even blooming repeatedly. The sort of bloom or the fruit of it, depends. Our habits, and our passions become graven upon our beings, some impressions carving out the shape of our future selves with genius precision. The sea beats against, and wears away the shorelines, mountainsides and cliff faces, leaving lasting impacts, despite being subject to farther change, as we are always subject to metanoia, and yet there are waves of Understanding in the Ocean of Chaos. Justice can be said not to exist or to be blind, and yet, we have seen fair judgment, witnessing the scales arriving at a place of sanctified balance, from time to time, the vision of Her and Her vision, perfect. Just because She isn’t kicking about on cue, doesn’t mean She will not appear with Her own particular, absolute prudence, and just because she is hoodwinked doesn’t mean that She’s blind… But enough of because. She is of us, we, acting as conduits for Her evocation, as our bodies and the sounds of our words are of the atoms knitted into the fabric of the Universe, the tapestry enmeshing us, Her presence seen through our human affairs. Some would argue that this sound rings hollow, and yet, it is for Her that the Liberty Bell was tolled. Once. And it is for Her that it remains Silent. The point, like the tip of a sword, is made quite sharply clear, when you realize that it is pressing at our very throats. Are you listening? There’s so much to take in, the Silence, like the sounds and pictures painted of words, can be symphonic.

Times are changing radically, and certain recondite practices have become acceptable in ways that for a long period were often only imagined without fear of persecution. By some standards of today’s society, this is old news, and yet, a particular comprehension of personal, spiritual freedom which Thelema directly attests to is still generally in its youth, as far as a resurgence, outside of existent Shamanic cultures. We have never seen an age quite like this one, nor has the type of human being in existence today been here before. Reflecting on the conjuration of the Book of the Law in 1904 on its 110th anniversary, and the accessibility of so much knowledge that has come before, and since, we are cognately aware now of our own inherent self-fulfilling spiritual, and prophetic nature with a good deal of historical hindsight to benefit from. The lines are beginning to blur between sects, orders, practices, practitioners, scholars, cults, individuals, lineages, traditions, fiction, and fact, with the witnessing of a bigger picture through the contemporary corporeal. Our commonalities outweigh our differences, as barriers drawn by race, gender, and culture become either erased or they mix, encountering each other on an ever-changing pallet of gnosis.

Some people seem to be of the opinion that to be a Thelemite, one adheres to strict visions and versions of Hadit, Nuit, and Ra-Hoor-Khuit, as outlined in the good Red book, or that one prescribes only to grades of certain ‘secret’ systems, or to ultimatums set up by a mythology that sprang forth with reception of its foundational texts, and yet, Thelema looks at various religions, philosophies and concepts in the spirit of holism. Once having learned of something from the Center, for example, the Egyptian archetypes, the mind can only then continue to find relationships between those, and the rest of the World, finding parallels everywhere. Thelema also considers the whole person, in terms of their psychology, and perhaps most importantly, their absolute right to sovereign individuality. In my direct and definitely not always humble, or humbling experience, that is to say, in my debatable account, Thelema can act as a gateway to creativity, intelligence, and critical thinking concerning how we operate both in the world, and how we consider ourselves to truly be of it, internally, and externally. Those necessarily inclined toward Thelemic ideology, as particular as its mythos may be, might never be interested in Aleister Crowley – It is a Spirit that can be carried by the non- Initiate, winding and weaving through many paths, that only becomes fully realized by the removal of stigmas, with the comprehension of the World in its truly meaningful, and surreal essence.

On Scorpio in its Fall – Kali Yuga

Burning the midnight incense again,
The Moon above sinks its teeth in,
Glides across the sky,
Slithering, stalking,
Biting cold upon the victims of the jungle inside,
Lobsters, like scorpions,
Springing wings,
Flying back into the centre,
Of the starting,
Of the sting,
A measure or a dose of poison,
For the cleansing.

Sincerely, the Editrix,
Soror Iris E.
& the Nu Silver Star Editorial Collective
93/222/696

☉ in 0° Aries : ☽ in 24° Scorpio

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