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#11
The Art Lab / Re: The story of my ascension
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 07:49:20 AMThe study of the Occult Science is not just to study History of Science itself, nor the foundation of Civilization. It is not just a test of Logic or Math, or a test of comprehension of Philosophy and Magick. It is the path to True Immortality: it is the Rite of Man. The Initiate must validate their actions, prove their ability to synthesize their understanding of Wisdom, and become that Wisdom. It is to prove that they would make a good Father, Priest, Soldier, Doctor and King. The final phase being: How do you establish and maintain dominance, in all aspects of relations, including homosexual and heterosexual partners. The Occult Science reigns supreme over the Path of Devotion, for it is the becoming of a God, and not the adoring and obeying of one. From graduation into Godhood naturally follows how to manage those that would be their devotees.
I am Mark, of the Beast- a Disciple of the Master Therion. I go by the name Mskied, standing under the words of Aiwass. We declare the deeds of the Buddha to be crapulous because he teaches the Hindu to tolerate the design of reincarnation and climbing to be king in some far off future. We peck at the eyes of Jesus because Jesus is blind. We taunt Mohammad with our wings because we will prove to be superior. We do not want servants, we do not want sorrow in our efforts; all trials are joyous to us. We leap with laughter from our victories.
I am Mark, of the Beast- a Disciple of the Master Therion. I go by the name Mskied, standing under the words of Aiwass. We declare the deeds of the Buddha to be crapulous because he teaches the Hindu to tolerate the design of reincarnation and climbing to be king in some far off future. We peck at the eyes of Jesus because Jesus is blind. We taunt Mohammad with our wings because we will prove to be superior. We do not want servants, we do not want sorrow in our efforts; all trials are joyous to us. We leap with laughter from our victories.
#12
The Art Lab / Re: The story of my ascension
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 07:47:44 AMTo live for the self or to live for others? This seems to be the crux of social observation. No, it is not always this black and white, we are a combination of both, but to pursue thought in one direction and then the other is a useful exercise.
Living for the self involves satisfying one's Pride; it is to find things that gratify one's Desires. Material gain, physical pleasures, glory- these are all things that satisfy the self, but how lasting are they? Can a person ever satisfy themselves continuously without end and say that they have lived a happy life? I am certain that one could. It takes resources to live this way: money, Beauty, Strength, opportunity, intelligence; these are necessary tools, and life is the journey of refining them.
To live for others is to utilize Compassion. To be self-less, to see to the success and well being of someone else; that is altruism. The compassionate person finds pleasure in witnessing the success of their aid for others.
Life is a mixture of the two of these, but we witness that Great Citizens come from one extreme or the other. We often hear of people being labeled Narcissists- that they live only for themselves and the reward of satisfying their visions or desires, but in society, even when living to satisfy one's desires, one will also contribute to invention and innovation. What Good can a person of Compassion do without resources? That is why in the West, our Spirit is for industrious, self-driven thinkers.
Life is meant to be lived, and it is meant to be conquered. We are meant to be Heroes of our Will, and in so doing, we bring about change and glory for ourselves, and our community.
Compassion is still a viable method of analyzing need, and discovering the Strength and failures in those that follow their Will, and so we will forever need both kinds of thinking.
Living for the self involves satisfying one's Pride; it is to find things that gratify one's Desires. Material gain, physical pleasures, glory- these are all things that satisfy the self, but how lasting are they? Can a person ever satisfy themselves continuously without end and say that they have lived a happy life? I am certain that one could. It takes resources to live this way: money, Beauty, Strength, opportunity, intelligence; these are necessary tools, and life is the journey of refining them.
To live for others is to utilize Compassion. To be self-less, to see to the success and well being of someone else; that is altruism. The compassionate person finds pleasure in witnessing the success of their aid for others.
Life is a mixture of the two of these, but we witness that Great Citizens come from one extreme or the other. We often hear of people being labeled Narcissists- that they live only for themselves and the reward of satisfying their visions or desires, but in society, even when living to satisfy one's desires, one will also contribute to invention and innovation. What Good can a person of Compassion do without resources? That is why in the West, our Spirit is for industrious, self-driven thinkers.
Life is meant to be lived, and it is meant to be conquered. We are meant to be Heroes of our Will, and in so doing, we bring about change and glory for ourselves, and our community.
Compassion is still a viable method of analyzing need, and discovering the Strength and failures in those that follow their Will, and so we will forever need both kinds of thinking.
#13
Chaos Magic & Beyond / Re: Mind Magick
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 07:44:25 AMI appreciate your frank and practical instruction. I wonder if this method has been appreciated on your journey? Often I am met with resistance when using this approach. Not room for discussion they say. I say the discussion begins when someone heeds your advice and returns with results and questions.
#14
General Occultism / Re: On Satanism
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 03:21:56 AMSatanism is a necessary step in discovering one's Will. The question is: how do they honor one another, and how do they work in unison? One must graduate Satanism and move on to a more orderly and socially responsible theology, like Judaism. This may be difficult if in your interpretation of Satanism led you to homosexuality, which is not tolerated in the heterosexual world of the Jew. Christianity says you are welcome if you are gay, so long as you do not act upon it; that when you die, you will be freed from that desire. And what if they expect to be welcomed as gay in Heaven? Then they get cast back into the Sea and swim with Satan and His Demons.
#15
General Occultism / Re: True Will, True Love and t...
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 03:14:55 AMDo what Thou Wilt is a Law of Love. A Neophyte is to do what they will, until they decide their True Will, and Will to do, and that is when it is transformed into Do What Thou Wilt, which is the Will to do. Love under Will is to Love that which follows your Will, but there is another interpretation, given to me by someone else, and that is: Love is under Will as its support and foundation. This is more satisfying because if the Law was love to do what thou wilt, then why would you reserve your Love for that which you will to do? You should love that which you anoint with your Will, whether it is a hobby or action or person; always do it with Love.
#16
The Study / Re: From here to there
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 12:51:38 AM"Chesed, Chesed!" The witnesses of time and space made their declaration to the counsel of the Lords of Life. Their choir came from the East, and sped towards the West, to announce to the Cosmic audience the outcome of an event uncommon. The assembly of Creation gathered as the pilgrim stumbled into the arena.
The Gods do not reveal themselves, nor what they desire. These kinds of men are blindfolded, and do not know in whose company they are in, they only know they have been given a Divine audience.
"I was sent here by God, to partake in the design." he declared. "I believe all people deserve mercy." He revealed that he was sent to refine the love that the Gods and their art had brought to Man.
A silent whisper in the air, not really tangible nor verbal asked his soul, "Who is your God?" He wasn't certain. He was ill prepared for this meeting. "Jehovah" he blurted out, thinking this must be where he learned his virtues, the virtues that caused him to be sent on this quest.
"You know the Will of Jehovah?!" a voice boomed, entering his room on a gust of wind.
He stood there, examining what other knowledge he possessed. Prior to his entrance, he had been sent with the Law of Thelema, and all the tools of spirituality that this tradition offered man. It was a New Age, but as this pilgrim, this student of life, wanted to resolve all of the world's problems, he returned to the Church he left, to learn what he had missed and where it failed. He was Divinely from both schools.
As he mentally examined what he had been given, what he knew and what he believed, the knights of the council circled him. He felt the sharp daggers of their Will poke and prod him. Saint Paul accused him of not being worthy of representing their faith.
"If I'm doing something wrong, then kill me!" the pilgrim demanded. And kill him they did.
He went spiraling down, down into pain and madness. He was striped of all his spiritual gifts, his mental ability to imagine, the use of his Third Eye, his chakras. All his tools were taken and he was invaded and devoured and tortured. He was sent to Hell, where the demons crowned him King of the Jews, and called him Rabbi; giving him a lesson on Kabbalah, then they left.
They sent a Royal interrogator to torture him more, to see what he was capable of understanding with the few points of knowledge he had been given. Blind faith was no longer enough for the pilgrim, he realized that he wasn't prepared for this style of teaching, and he ran.
The Hawk God, Ra-Hor-Kuit, God of war and manhood, hunted him down; torturing, plaguing his thoughts and body until finally he collapsed in pain, confusion and despair.
Having captured his prey, the Hawk God hovered over the feeble flesh of his victim, a body that had indulged in all the earthly delights; a body that had not done enough to earn a life of leisure.
This God of Order pecked at his eyes without care.
Peck.
Peck.
The Son of Man lay there tolerating the pain, still believing in the righteousness of his cause but not willing to protest. The Hawk God stared with steely gaze, cool and precise, waiting for him to quiver. His cold and steady Will overpowering this fallen Son of Man.
Death. Silence.
Peck.
His mind was wracked by shades and shadows of ignorance. They had left his inner kingdom a cavernous and confused heap of pathways to nothing, where he wandered lost, like a hopeless ghost, haunting a civilization that had long been left in ruin. The defender of Order and the Gods of war had eaten all parts of his Wisdom. He was barren, a fools errand; a willing sacrifice to the Lords of Creation. This naive Son thought it was enough to offer his life to the Lords of Creation, but these Gods do not require sacrifice; they require strength and wisdom, and intention and knowledge. Simply handing over the keys to your soul is wasteful, and risky. This was about earning a kingdom and nothing more, for there already was a redeemer of Man.
Nightmares; dark demons around every secret.
They crept up into his Heaven and devoured, poisoned and stained him, tearing! Ripping!
Devouring and destroying him, crushing his last atom- the last line, the last drop of royal crimson blood, only to start the processes over. Build! Destroy! Exult, examine, defeat- until there was nothing left to devour, and then off they went, marching towards the future, leaving the sacrificial lamb to whither in the dust, to be blown gently away on the wind, into nothingness.
Peck.
Peck.
It was grueling and precise, and terrible torture; to be hovered over and observed, and condemned for every turn of the mind.
Words as thoughts, yet tangible and material and written entered into his now open head, "I have done all of this because I am God" it said.
Despair and death were all he had left. This Son had had enough, and simply desired to escape. He was not prepared for such tests, his intentions were noble, but that was not enough.
Stripped of all wealth and hope, could he endure? Can he still claim to have strength? When He made his request for power He claimed to be strong.
They demanded proof.
Living death for this fallen son.
Peck.
Peck.
The Angels were silent. The demons had had their way.
Night fell, and then day. He lay there; broken, destroyed. The Hawk God had left him for now, satisfied that He had sated his lust for destroying this ignorant fool.
The poor, wretched thing rested, gazing up into the Heavens at the heart of Jesus wondering, why have you abandoned me? An Angel appeared, "You're not our son.".
They gave him no pity, but solemnly thanked him for trying to defend their High Heaven.
What was this man to do? This man sent on a Holy quest, to defend all life. How naive, the Gods thought. What kind of fool enters our presence, filled with small hopes, common enough, but already accomplished? He had no worth in their eyes. We are GODS was their mind, united in purpose and power! They do not tolerate foolish mortals in their kingdom, on Earth or in Heaven.
This wretched and devoured sacrifice to the Gods lay still. His chest slowly rising, then falling. His blood pulsing gently through his veins, he could feel the pain of the loss of his soul. It was as if a poison, or acid, had entered his body on a cellular level, stimulating him as if set on fire, but he was not burning. Where this was taking place he did not know, for the Gods do not reveal themselves to just anyone. It crippled his intellect, he had no faith. Still, he believed in the greatness and goodness of the Gods. This must be more than punishment for not knowing.
Thunderous booming destructive condemnation erupted from the nether, as if they were aware of his every thought. "This was the path of your choosing!" He felt mocked, betrayed, uncertain. What to trust? What to believe? Why in God's name would they do this? Then, silence again, and he let his chest rise and fall. It was calming, and meditative.
He steadied himself, wondering: where is the justice in the Heavenly realms! Could we not trust our teachers and Gods? They promised us!
The hapless, hopeful soul wailed, lashing out. The dying God inside his stained and broken body, a God of suffering, they called him. This suffering God moaned in delicious sorrow, emitting a dark and smokey cloud of regret for ever trusting that he knew the Will of Heaven.
This satisfied the Gods, and they departed.
He lay still. He knew they didn't approve of begging, or crying, or complaining. The Gods will do what they will do, and don't any mortal get in their way.
"I had every good intention!" he cried out from the deepest, darkest point in his soul. His heart was filled with rage, yet he was powerless to prevent the torture.
Abandoned and lost, cast out of the kingdom for a cause that he thought was righteous. They tortured, raped and defiled this lover of the world.
Threatened, cursed, punished severely. His vessel completely ruined. Adrift, afloat, somehow alive-yet dead! Completely and thoroughly wasted, "What a tragedy!" the witnesses cried. Was there no defender in Heaven or Hell for this poor soul?
Though thoroughly cursed, demeaned and humiliated, naked to his bones, striped of all worth; the pilgrim lumbered back into the world. His human friends and acquaintances, trying their best, could offer no aid, or consolation. He quested across the Earth as far as he was able, but no man held the key to his condition. No one understood, there was no help. The only choice he had, was to prove himself to the Gods, to renew his faith in Man, and to continue on the path to knowledge. He believed in his cause, it was just, regardless of what the Gods believed of him. He was determined to succeed, to bring fire from the sky, and to bring knowledge to Man.
The Gods do not reveal themselves, nor what they desire. These kinds of men are blindfolded, and do not know in whose company they are in, they only know they have been given a Divine audience.
"I was sent here by God, to partake in the design." he declared. "I believe all people deserve mercy." He revealed that he was sent to refine the love that the Gods and their art had brought to Man.
A silent whisper in the air, not really tangible nor verbal asked his soul, "Who is your God?" He wasn't certain. He was ill prepared for this meeting. "Jehovah" he blurted out, thinking this must be where he learned his virtues, the virtues that caused him to be sent on this quest.
"You know the Will of Jehovah?!" a voice boomed, entering his room on a gust of wind.
He stood there, examining what other knowledge he possessed. Prior to his entrance, he had been sent with the Law of Thelema, and all the tools of spirituality that this tradition offered man. It was a New Age, but as this pilgrim, this student of life, wanted to resolve all of the world's problems, he returned to the Church he left, to learn what he had missed and where it failed. He was Divinely from both schools.
As he mentally examined what he had been given, what he knew and what he believed, the knights of the council circled him. He felt the sharp daggers of their Will poke and prod him. Saint Paul accused him of not being worthy of representing their faith.
"If I'm doing something wrong, then kill me!" the pilgrim demanded. And kill him they did.
He went spiraling down, down into pain and madness. He was striped of all his spiritual gifts, his mental ability to imagine, the use of his Third Eye, his chakras. All his tools were taken and he was invaded and devoured and tortured. He was sent to Hell, where the demons crowned him King of the Jews, and called him Rabbi; giving him a lesson on Kabbalah, then they left.
They sent a Royal interrogator to torture him more, to see what he was capable of understanding with the few points of knowledge he had been given. Blind faith was no longer enough for the pilgrim, he realized that he wasn't prepared for this style of teaching, and he ran.
The Hawk God, Ra-Hor-Kuit, God of war and manhood, hunted him down; torturing, plaguing his thoughts and body until finally he collapsed in pain, confusion and despair.
Having captured his prey, the Hawk God hovered over the feeble flesh of his victim, a body that had indulged in all the earthly delights; a body that had not done enough to earn a life of leisure.
This God of Order pecked at his eyes without care.
Peck.
Peck.
The Son of Man lay there tolerating the pain, still believing in the righteousness of his cause but not willing to protest. The Hawk God stared with steely gaze, cool and precise, waiting for him to quiver. His cold and steady Will overpowering this fallen Son of Man.
Death. Silence.
Peck.
His mind was wracked by shades and shadows of ignorance. They had left his inner kingdom a cavernous and confused heap of pathways to nothing, where he wandered lost, like a hopeless ghost, haunting a civilization that had long been left in ruin. The defender of Order and the Gods of war had eaten all parts of his Wisdom. He was barren, a fools errand; a willing sacrifice to the Lords of Creation. This naive Son thought it was enough to offer his life to the Lords of Creation, but these Gods do not require sacrifice; they require strength and wisdom, and intention and knowledge. Simply handing over the keys to your soul is wasteful, and risky. This was about earning a kingdom and nothing more, for there already was a redeemer of Man.
Nightmares; dark demons around every secret.
They crept up into his Heaven and devoured, poisoned and stained him, tearing! Ripping!
Devouring and destroying him, crushing his last atom- the last line, the last drop of royal crimson blood, only to start the processes over. Build! Destroy! Exult, examine, defeat- until there was nothing left to devour, and then off they went, marching towards the future, leaving the sacrificial lamb to whither in the dust, to be blown gently away on the wind, into nothingness.
Peck.
Peck.
It was grueling and precise, and terrible torture; to be hovered over and observed, and condemned for every turn of the mind.
Words as thoughts, yet tangible and material and written entered into his now open head, "I have done all of this because I am God" it said.
Despair and death were all he had left. This Son had had enough, and simply desired to escape. He was not prepared for such tests, his intentions were noble, but that was not enough.
Stripped of all wealth and hope, could he endure? Can he still claim to have strength? When He made his request for power He claimed to be strong.
They demanded proof.
Living death for this fallen son.
Peck.
Peck.
The Angels were silent. The demons had had their way.
Night fell, and then day. He lay there; broken, destroyed. The Hawk God had left him for now, satisfied that He had sated his lust for destroying this ignorant fool.
The poor, wretched thing rested, gazing up into the Heavens at the heart of Jesus wondering, why have you abandoned me? An Angel appeared, "You're not our son.".
They gave him no pity, but solemnly thanked him for trying to defend their High Heaven.
What was this man to do? This man sent on a Holy quest, to defend all life. How naive, the Gods thought. What kind of fool enters our presence, filled with small hopes, common enough, but already accomplished? He had no worth in their eyes. We are GODS was their mind, united in purpose and power! They do not tolerate foolish mortals in their kingdom, on Earth or in Heaven.
This wretched and devoured sacrifice to the Gods lay still. His chest slowly rising, then falling. His blood pulsing gently through his veins, he could feel the pain of the loss of his soul. It was as if a poison, or acid, had entered his body on a cellular level, stimulating him as if set on fire, but he was not burning. Where this was taking place he did not know, for the Gods do not reveal themselves to just anyone. It crippled his intellect, he had no faith. Still, he believed in the greatness and goodness of the Gods. This must be more than punishment for not knowing.
Thunderous booming destructive condemnation erupted from the nether, as if they were aware of his every thought. "This was the path of your choosing!" He felt mocked, betrayed, uncertain. What to trust? What to believe? Why in God's name would they do this? Then, silence again, and he let his chest rise and fall. It was calming, and meditative.
He steadied himself, wondering: where is the justice in the Heavenly realms! Could we not trust our teachers and Gods? They promised us!
The hapless, hopeful soul wailed, lashing out. The dying God inside his stained and broken body, a God of suffering, they called him. This suffering God moaned in delicious sorrow, emitting a dark and smokey cloud of regret for ever trusting that he knew the Will of Heaven.
This satisfied the Gods, and they departed.
He lay still. He knew they didn't approve of begging, or crying, or complaining. The Gods will do what they will do, and don't any mortal get in their way.
"I had every good intention!" he cried out from the deepest, darkest point in his soul. His heart was filled with rage, yet he was powerless to prevent the torture.
Abandoned and lost, cast out of the kingdom for a cause that he thought was righteous. They tortured, raped and defiled this lover of the world.
Threatened, cursed, punished severely. His vessel completely ruined. Adrift, afloat, somehow alive-yet dead! Completely and thoroughly wasted, "What a tragedy!" the witnesses cried. Was there no defender in Heaven or Hell for this poor soul?
Though thoroughly cursed, demeaned and humiliated, naked to his bones, striped of all worth; the pilgrim lumbered back into the world. His human friends and acquaintances, trying their best, could offer no aid, or consolation. He quested across the Earth as far as he was able, but no man held the key to his condition. No one understood, there was no help. The only choice he had, was to prove himself to the Gods, to renew his faith in Man, and to continue on the path to knowledge. He believed in his cause, it was just, regardless of what the Gods believed of him. He was determined to succeed, to bring fire from the sky, and to bring knowledge to Man.
#17
The Study / Re: The BDSM Riddle.
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 12:42:32 AMUltimately, the goal is to be the Dom.
#18
The Study / Re: Shadow people attacks incr...
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 12:40:52 AMSex is a defense because they are trying to liberate your libido. Lust is the source of their power, and they want you to enjoy it. The word of Sin is restriction.
#19
The Study / Re: A Thelemic View on Fiction
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 12:38:47 AMFiction is where you make your fortune. It educates, inspires, and illuminates Truth. So what if all they do is read it. You were meant to write it.
#20
The Study / Re: A problem with the Great a...
Last post by Mskied - October 17, 2026, 12:36:27 AMThe Law is for All, and so is Babylon's Love. If you cannot accept that, you are not one of Her servants.
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