Parthian Shot
Parthian Shot
Blight and Light
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Blight and Light

Did I mention I read Tarot cards?
Seven of Disks, which Aleister Crowley once called “The Lord of Blight”, is not a very happy card to receive in a Tarot reading.

I do not mention it as much as you might think.

That is because despite the fact I am what you would call an experienced Tarot-card reader and a really good Tarot-card reader, I am not an ambitious Tarot-card reader.

In other words, Tarot-card reading is something I do, not something I am.

Writing on the other hand seems to be something I am—about anyway.

So, this podcast was not exactly intended to explore the Seven of Disks. I think I was looking into this idea of “blight” and how it connected to other things I had been reading and writing about, and then I recalled Crowley had at one point called the Seven of Disks the Lord of Blight.

And while I talk a lot about how great and wonderful I am in the podcast, and how so many people (well, 100 or so?) have told me I changed their lives for the better, and no doubt I have done that for way more than have told me about it, I consider that more of an expression of failure than anything else.

Because I think if you have read me for very long, you will know that I religiously pursue being of no help whatsoever to anyone.

I am just here to spread a little darkness, to make everyone feel a little worse, to make sure you understand you are totally to blame for everything wrong in your life, in the world, and especially in my life and world.

It’s you. 100%.

It’s good to have high confidence about such things.

And I do.

And I am sharing that with you.

But I am also telling you a few things about you, and about this Tarot card, maybe you did not know before.

Because there is the blight.

And there is the light.

And you know, maybe it is just as simple and silly as you activate and eliminate the letter “b”.

What is the letter “b”? Or “Beth”?

It is the letter of the Magus, about whom Crowley tells us:

He is the messenger of the gods; he transmits their will by hieroglyphs intelligible to the initiate, and records their acts; but it was seen from very early times that the use of speech, or writing, meant the introduction of ambiguity at the best, and falsehood at the worst; they therefore represented Thoth as followed by an ape, the cynocephalus, whose business was to distort the Word of the god; to mock, to simulate and to deceive. In philosophical language one may say: Manifestation implies illusion.

And that illusion is important to remember when you are dealing with the consequences of your material existence, which compound and impound the Light you bear, sequestering it to an allegedly safe place where neither you nor anyone else will be bothered by it, because it is such a bothersome thing, this cosmic memory, this suggestion that with just a little twist of an understanding, and just a little swish of a wand, the darkness which engulfs you and everything about you, would vanish.

It is better that you stay in your grove of rust anyway. I mean you jumped off that cliff long ago and accepted the ride down into the imperious gloom of material reality because you wanted the t-shirt. And you can’t get the t-shirt by whining to heaven to save you from what you chose to do.

And also, everyone is busy right now and can’t take your call. If you’d like to leave your number, someone will never call you back or answer your prayer, and you know it is for your own good that things go this way. Because this whole zoo depends on every exhibit animal knowing its cage and following the description on its name-tag to a T. Or a B.

So, don’t rock the zoo.

Enjoy the podcast.