From the Caliph
by Frater Hymenaeus Alpha 777 (Grady Louis McMurtry)

The following article appeared in
The Magickal Link, Vol. 1I, No.5 May 1982e.v.
ON DISTURBING
THE TRAQUILITY OF GODS

It is written that the Lord Siva was enjoying His tranquility meditating upon Himself in a higher manifestation as the Lord Vishnu when he realized something.  Which meant big trouble for someone for now he had to find the fault and correct it.  What he found was that Cupid had shot His heart with the Shaft of Flowers, and that He was deeply in love with this beautiful Goddess who had desired him greatly, but had not been able to break His tranquility to tell Him about it.  Having found the cause of His problem, the Lord Siva raised His third eye and burned the little asshole right out of the sky.  Only to discover He has another problem.  He truly loved His Goddess Queen for Loves Arrow had been true, and He could not resist her plea that He restore
the little Agent of Love for there was this beautiful little Goddess Princess who adored him and was just pining away and they would make such a beautiful couple and besides… So to restore domestic tranquility he recreated the little idiot and went about his business of establishing how They would meditate since there were now two of Them, which reminded Him of His disturbed tranquility and what of Vishnu?  Only to discover he had no problem since the Lord Vishnu was now engaged in much of the same domestic situation and don’t call me I’ll call you for is it not written, “That which is above is like that which is below, and that which is below is like that which is above, but with a difference?”  Viva la difference.  And perhaps that is what the Lord Vishnu had in mind in the first place.  It’s lonely at the top.

Which brings us to the Gods and how to define them.  On p. 20 of MT&P Crowley says, “…for the Gods are just names for the forces of Nature themselves.”  Capital G.  yet he normally refers to elemental forces with a small g.  After all, just add AL to any set of letters and shake and you have a “god,” I.e. angel.  Hagiel, e.g. HG’AL = 49 = Intelligence of Venus, from whence we derive the word “hag” no doubt.  Whereas Nuit says first AL I:11, “both their Gods and their men are fools, “yet She follows with I:21, “there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit.” Which obviously makes God a twosome.  As in Elohim (ALH’M = 86) masculine plural of a feminine singular.  Or as we say in the Gnostic Mass: “Male-female, quintessential, one, Man-being veiled in woman-form.”

Still, small g or big G, the g/Gods are not to be trifled with, and there are plenty of warnings about banishings and precautions, such as Crowley took in Liber 418.  Another funny thing about angels is that they have to be turned on.  Thus if you want your angel to see, e.g. you would have to give it eyes, since angels are blind until you turned them ON = 120, The Eye of the Fish a name of God.  Otherwise it is best not to disturb them except in the course of ordinary working relation, as they are immortal and your physical body is not.

I wonder what would happen if you disturbed the tranquility of Venus in the midst of the most fantastically erotic billions of years orgasm it is possible to imagine?  Reminds me of the sci-fi story I read once where all of man’s progress-history-invention-everything from whenever on was because this space biker had blown a fuse in this particular part of the galaxy and had to develop a culture with laboratory equipment of such clinical precision that he could obtain the refined material he needed to go home.  In this instance, Venus having found the mischievous spirits who had tangled the circuits and having given them the proper work to do, is seen disappearing in a cosmic bang of pure ecstasy having created Her male companion, which had been the whole thing to begin with.  Like Vishnu.  Blessed be they who catch the faintest flash of that supernal splendour.  I can hear the happy couple now as they disappear in a cloud of incense:
 
  Well, thank god that’s over. Labor disbutes are such a bore.  Now what shall we do for the rest of forever?

    All that energy has to come from someplace.  Speaking of which, Auntie has her color organ fixed.  She says it works beautifully now that she has fine tuning No more discordance in the lower planes.

    Yes, my Lord.  Now come to bed and let’s forget all that…

             “Work and be our bed in working” AL II:66

Ummm…   
                                                       H.A. 777


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