Sticky Biscuits
The 20th Century’s most prominent occultists, Aleister Crowley, Austin Osman Spare, and Kenneth Grant, are all guilty of sacrificing their humanity to myth. It wasn’t enough for Crowley to produce an unprecedented working synthesis of the (then available) world’s wisdom traditions and present a unique approach to enlightenment; he had to levitate, defeat the Black Lodge in magical combat, cause world catastrophes and serve as the divinely ordained World Teacher. It wasn’t sufficient that Austin Osman Spare was an artistic genius who found Crowley’s occult system effective; he had to deliberately obfuscate and conceal the occult ideas and methods of the time - in an insufferable and inexcusable butchery of the english language within the pages of inscrutable grimoires, and then concoct or promote fantastical accounts of his magical prowess (such as the time he grew his penis so large no prostitute could accommodate him) in a bid to foster his legend as the mysterious artist ‘walking between worlds’. It was obviously inadequate for Kenneth Grant to encourage and preserve for posterity much of Crowley and Spare’s great work; as he appears to have been compelled to syphon off whatever he could in order to create mythical artifacts in support of his intergalactic Lovecraftian pseudo-Thelemic ravings, of which he produced nine volumes, all of which were lapped up by the occult scene.
The legacy of Crowley, Spare and Grant is a community squabbling over the right to offer themselves up to whatever myths have been left behind. Who is the ‘one’ prophesied to come after Crowley? Who is really in contact with the Secret Chiefs? Claims of the advent of yet another earth shattering, epoch-spanning ‘aeon’ abound. Stories of Spare’s paintings coming to life and leaving the canvas proliferate. Many adopt Grant’s pseudo-magical posturing to validate and lay claim to his dark and self-consciously portentous current. But it could have been all very different.
(It is worth pausing to note here that it is genuinely shameful that I cannot speak of the aim of the Western tradition - what our medieval forebears called the Great Work - without evoking to visible manifestation the pathologically mythical bogey of awakening or enlightenment as an unattainable, God-like achievement accessible only by the very pompous, which grants the ability to fly, to know all specific knowledge, to teleport, to transform into pure energy, to read minds, to exercise invulnerability, to render immortal, etc.)
There is evidence that Crowley experienced the genuine, human phenomenon of awakening or enlightenment (and it seems Spare had at least some taste of it); but he failed spectacularly to articulate the experience and its ramifications, with its embodiment clearly swamped by the force of the peculiarly intense mythical occult perspective. The opportunities to present and offer a profound and accessible worldview based on realisation - something appropriate for the modern west - were missed sufficiently to render impossible any chance of a demonstrably beneficial impact on our wider culture.
Personally, I owe a lot to Crowley, and consider him my root teacher. Thelema itself is deeply profound and worthy of extensive and comparative study alongside the world’s wisdom traditions. But these human concerns are buried deep in the bowels of the ‘Beast’, an archetype that consumed Crowley and his work whole, and continues to overshadow the innovation of Thelema sufficiently that its most staunch and learned proponents are content to wallow in a culture of pseudo-mystery and a pursuit of anti-realism, all the while slurring something about ‘doing what you want’ over a glass of Tesco Value wine, drooling over the tits of the priestess at the Gnostic Mass, and wanking into a tub of biscuit mix.
I’m yet to see a Thelemic contribution to the world, and they’ve had over half a century; once Spare is accepted publicly and academically as a great artist, I see no further explanation for the worship of his myth; and there categorically will not be a return of the Great Old Ones to reclaim the planet, regardless of Grant’s plagiarised, mashed up ravings.
This is our occult inheritance.
Is it foolish to believe we could leave a better one for the next generation?
