Psychostasia

Galina mentioned this poem in the comments to my post on Bacchic Orphic eschatology, so I decided to repost it. A couple notes may prove helpful.

First, the title is a quote by Pablo Neruda which can be Englished as, “There is a certain pleasure in madness, which only the madman knows.”

Secondly, it’s a riff on the interrogation scene found in the Gold Leaves, combined with the Oath of the Initiates from Euripides’ Cretans. (And some Matrix allusions, natch.) Although the Gold Leaves do not identify the underworld interlocutors I went with the tradition where the three sons of Zeus – Minos, Rhadamanthys and Aiakos – are responsible for passing judgment on the souls in Haides. They are aided in this process by the enigmatic figure seen flogging the initiate/bride in the fresco of the Villa dei Misteri at Pompeii, whom some identify as Dike, Nemesis or the Etruscan Vanth. I have my own theories on who she is, and how she came into the Bacchic orbit, but I’ll save those for another time.

And thirdly, the poem contains the message that we should not root our identities in the ephemeral things of this world, but in divine things that will abide even beyond the grave – which is why the ivy-shaped lamellae buried with the initiates are inscribed on gold foil, one of the purest and most enduring of metals.

Hay un cierto placer en la locura, que soloel loco conoce.

Darnell approached the Table of Judgment
behind which sat the Three Kings,
Minos, Rhadamanthys and Aiakos
who were sober and somber and severe men,
famed even in life for their wisdom and equanimity. (Mostly.)
The Zeus Below had put them in charge
of weighing the souls and assigning the lots
of all those who entered his Kingdom,
and they were very diligent in executing their duties,
especially when it came to doling out punishment.

Beside them stood a Black woman
blacker than the Midnight Sun,
with hair the color of a corpse-eating
blue bottle fly, a silver sword sharp like desire
and shaped like the Moon’s crescent,
a perfectly balanced scale
made of a man’s ribcage and tendons,
a gown of fingernails,
a blindfold soaked in blood,
and at her feet lay a giant, snarling aardvark.

“Mr. Anderson, would you please seat yourself
on the Table of Judgment so that we may begin?”
Aiakos’ voice was cold, clinical
and strangely comforting to Darnell.

“Lay back, if you would.”
Darnell did as he was bid,
the table hard and chill
despite the room’s balmy temperature,
and waited for the next instruction,
but none came.

Instead the monstrous woman stepped forward,
placed an even colder hand upon his throat
to ensure he did not move,
and then sunk her sword deep into his chest.
With ferocious force she then dragged the blade down to his crotch,
easily parting muscle and bone until he was splayed open
like a half-dressed deer.
She then reached into his cavity,
pushed aside fat and organs
until she clasped his heart in her fist and drew it out.

“Please be done with that screaming, Mr. Anderson.”
The iron beneath his velvet voice made it clear
that Minos was not asking. “It will not
accomplish anything, and you are already dead,
so while this may hurt tremendously it will not kill you.”

The heart landed in the bone basket with a squelching sound
and Darnell could not help himself, and burst out laughing.

“Do you find this scenario humorous, Mr. Anderson?”
There was no amusement in Rhadamanthys’ voice.

Darnell recovered from another screaming bout,
then chuckled and said, “Yeah, a little bit.”

The woman was digging around,
blindly searching for his liver,
the seat of thumos,
so that it too could be weighed.

“I mean, I spent my whole life being judged by old White guys,
why should things be any different here?”

She found it, yanked it free,
and Darnell screamed some more.
Once he re-caught his breath, he said,
“I didn’t give a shit then,
and I’m not going to start now.”

Aiakos steepled his fingers and said, “We can be very creative.”
Darnell spat blood at him. “Do your worst, bitches.
Do you know who I am, really?
Not this ‘Mr. Anderson’ guy you keep calling me.
I got blood of the Titans in my veins,
I’m a child of Earth and motherfucking Starry Heaven.
There is no suffering alien to me,
and no joy.
I devoured them all, for I am a mailed Bakchos
of the midnight-hunting Zagreus who roars!
I have felt the thunderstrike that frees;
I have stepped from the crown and fallen into milk;
I have danced among the fire-breathing stars;
I have risen with the flowers and trees;
I have drunk the blessed wine of madness.
My name? I am Asterion, the Starry One;
and don’t you forget it.”

The Hall of Judgment
and everything in it disappeared then
and Darrell was alone
with only Dionysos in the darkness,
and his God smiled, and said,
“I was hoping you would say that.”

the dance of the stars

Ptolemy’s Tetrabiblos 181–182
In a special way, again, if the moon holds the place of action, and is moving away from conjunction, together with Mercury: in Taurus, Capricornus, and Cancer, she produces soothsayers (mánteis), makers of sacrifices (thýtas), and adepts in lekanomancy; in Sagittarius and Pisces necromancers and those who can arouse daemons (daimónōn kinētikoús); in Virgo and Scorpio magicians (mágous), astrologers, prophets (apophthengoménous), those who have second sight (prognṓseis échontas); in Libra, Aries, and Leo persons inspired by the Gods, interpreters of dreams, and exorcists.

Death, for the Orphics, Was Like a Really Intense Drug Trip

Once the soul is separated from the body it wanders around in a strange and dark place – exhausted, hungry, thirsty and steadily losing its mind. It is surrounded by indistinct phantoms that ceaselessly change their shapes and faint, gibbering voices in the distance endlessly lamenting the things they suffered, the wrong choices they made. Over and over again they tell their sad stories until the beguiling words seep into the soul, ensnaring it in filth and misery – unless it has the strength of will to press on. But with each step the soul’s memories continue to decay until it is in danger of forgetting who it is entirely.

Then, within the murky gloom the soul spies a radiantly white tree with a dark stream flowing beside it.

Most souls rush right to it to appease their savage thirst, like moths drawn to a flame. For to drink from the waters of Lethe spells a second death for the soul, the eternal death of forgetfulness – and what’s worse, of being forgotten.

The soul of the initiate knows what that tree represents and so avoids it; the soul has been this way before, has drunk from the well of Memory while in the ritual frenzy of the dance.

When the soul reaches the other tree the guardian of the lake asks, “Who are you? Why are you here?”

And the soul of the initiate is reminded by these words of when it was thunderstruck with wine, when it flew from the wearying circle as a bull of stars, when the snake passed through the bosom and the twining ivy kept off the flames, the embrace in the dark and the heavenly crown.

The soul remembers who it is and knows that it lived life fearlessly and to the fullest, regardless of how things turned out.

It regrets nothing.

Smiling, the soul of the initiate says to the guardian in the tree, “Tell Persephone that Bakchios himself has set me free.”

And then you are bid to drink, refreshing yourself for the arduous journey that remains.

You don’t think you go to the halls of feasting straight from the tree, do you?

No.

The Orphic gold lamellae allude to much that happens after – but it’s the interrogation scene that they’re all so careful to lay out for you, o thrice-blessed dead person. Once you have remembered who you are, what made you and what led you here – well, then you get to act out your very own fairy tale.

Will you make it to the castle at the heart of the labyrinth?

Try!

For they have all the best parties there, and wine that flows forever.

A Bacchic Orphic soul-parts system

Before my hiatus I mentioned that I was working on a system of Bacchic Orphic soul-parts which would serve as the basis for a number of healing and magical techniques within the Starry Bull tradition.

I think it’s finished.

Soul part: Arche – ἀρχή (ancestral inheritance)
Body part: Bones
Overseen by: Astragaloi (Knucklebones)
Number: Monad
Powers: Luck, gifts that run in the family, communication with the dead
Challenges: Inherited disorders, ancestral trauma, scrupulosity
Element: Water (ὕδωρ) + Fire (πῦρ)
Incense: Myrrh
Entheogen: Silene capensis

Soul part: Thumos – θυμός (seat of passions)
Body part: Heart
Overseen by: Rhombos (Bull-Roarer)
Number: Dyad
Powers: Accelerated strength, endurance and healing
Challenges: Wildly fluctuating mood, penchant for violence
Element: Fire (πῦρ) + Earth (γῆ)
Incense: Dragonsblood
Entheogen: Henbane

Soul part: Zoe – ζωή (life-force)
Body part: Genitals
Overseen by: Mela (Apple)
Number: Triad
Powers: Growth, fertility, creativity, attractiveness
Challenges: Sexual voraciousness, compulsive need to be outdoors
Element: Earth (γῆ)
Incense: Cinnamon
Entheogen: Damiana

Soul part: Nous – νοῦς (intellect)
Body part: Limbs
Overseen by: Paignia Kampesiguia (Puppet)
Number: Tetrad
Powers: Reason, persuasion, mimicry, possessory work
Challenges: Schizophrenia, apophenia
Element: Air (ἀήρ) + Aither (αἰθήρ)
Incense: Sandalwood
Entheogen: Salvia divinorum

Soul part: Aisthesis – αἴσθησις (sense perception)
Body part: Flesh
Overseen by: Strobilos (Whip Top)
Number: Pentad
Powers: Heightened senses, empathy, synaesthesia, ability to turn chaos into harmony
Challenges: Attraction to dangerous and damaging things, self-harm, confusion, disorientation
Element: Earth (γῆ) + Water (ὕδωρ)
Incense: Rose
Entheogen: Amanita muscaria

Soul part: Ego – ἐγώ (constructed self)
Body part: Head
Overseen by: Sphaira (Ball)
Number: Hexad
Powers: Dominance, seduction, cleverness, turning situations to one’s benefit
Challenges: Assorted personality disorders
Element: Fire (πῦρ)
Incense: Jasmine
Entheogen: St. John’s wort

Soul part: Pneuma – πνεῦμα (animating breath)
Body part: Mouth & Tongue
Overseen by: Krotala (Rattle)
Number: Heptad
Powers: Storytelling, vocal magic, ability to calm others down
Challenges: Compulsive lying, dementia, agitation
Element: Air (ἀήρ)
Incense: Frankincense
Entheogen: Marijuana

Soul part: Mneme – μνήμη (memory)
Body part: Intestines & Internal organs
Overseen by: Trochos (Wheel)
Number: Octad
Powers: Exceptional instincts, ability to find the way out, access to memories (including somatic)
Challenges: Paranoia, anxiety from not being able to let things go, alzheimers
Element: Water (ὕδωρ)
Incense: Lavender
Entheogen: Calamus

Soul part: Psyche – ψυχή (disembodied consciousness)
Body part: Hair
Overseen by: Pokos (Tuft of wool)
Number: Ennead
Powers: Spirit-journeying, shapeshifting, ability to manipulate the threads of reality and fate
Challenges: Fragmentation and dissociative identity disorder, psychic wounds
Element: Fire (πῦρ) + Air (ἀήρ)
Incense: Cedar
Entheogen: Syrian rue

Soul part: Daimon – δαίμων (Divine Power)
Body part: Eyes
Overseen by: Esoptron (Mirror)
Number: Decad
Powers: True sight and visions, communion with the divine, ability to reflect things back
Challenges: Obsession, delusion, megalomania, narcissism
Element: Aither (αἰθήρ)
Incense: Copal
Entheogen: Psilocybin

Adorations

I adore you Opener of the Door.
I adore you Wine.
I adore you Bringer of many blessings.
I adore you Dancer.
I adore you Loud Shouter.
I adore you Fair One.
I adore you Liberator.
I adore you most fertile One.
I adore you of the many masks.
I adore you whose hands are stained red.
I adore you brilliant in the night.
I adore you crowned with ivy.
I adore you Worthy Bull.
I adore you loosener of cares.
I adore you son of heavenly Zeus.
I adore you of luxuriant foliage.
I adore you Womanly One.
I adore you Madness.
I adore you Savior.
I adore you with black skin.
I adore you speaker of true oracles.
I adore you born in fire.
I adore you full of mysteries.
I adore you who runs through the forest.
I adore you clothed in the skin of beasts.
I adore you who calls the women from their homes.
I adore you who loves the spider.
I adore you who is aroused.
I adore you who breaks all bonds.
I adore you friend of Hermes.
I adore you snake-kissed.
I adore you eater of raw flesh.
I adore you who awakens Ariadne.
I adore you who lives in every tree.
I adore you who purifies through tears.
I adore you father of Kings.
I adore you in your boat of blessings.
I adore you Gentle and Sweet one.
I adore you Buffalo-faced.
I adore you who sleeps at Delphi.
I adore you with hair unshorn.
I adore you Life.
I adore you Confuser.
I adore you Leader of the Furious Host.
I adore you of the plump grape.
I adore you innocent evil.
I adore you who dwells on the periphery.
I adore you who strokes the pussy.
I adore you who rules in Egypt.
I adore you who gives wings to the soul.
I adore you savage-hearted.
I adore you Flowing One.
I adore you who devours all.
I adore you who stands upright.
I adore you smiter of Lykourgos.
I adore you Ardent One.
I adore you barren branch in winter.
I adore you of the fan-shaped basket full of secrets.
I adore you who stirs everything up.
I adore you who moves in streams of lava.
I adore you who presses heavily.
I adore you surrounded by Nymphs.
I adore you triumphant in India.
I adore you who is sewn in.
I adore you of fragrant smoke.
I adore you whose daughter has green hair.
I adore you primordial Love.
I adore you Observer of the tragedy.
I adore you of the ripe fig.
I adore you Sensual One.
I adore you Prince of the Underworld.
I adore you Dissolver.
I adore you rainmaker.
I adore you Wild Hunter.
I adore you who causes to stumble.
I adore you end of everything.
I adore you who delights in phallic displays.
I adore you Stranger.
I adore you Master of the sacrifice.
I adore you Lord of the Labyrinth.
I adore you still and Quiet One.
I adore you manifest in music.
I adore you who were torn apart.
I adore you Many-horned One.
I adore you who comes from afar.
I adore you who Remembers.
I adore you served by Satyrs.
I adore you Missionary.
I adore you who hides in the sea.
I adore you whose table is never empty.
I adore you who made your mother a Goddess.
I adore you Intoxicating One.
I adore you who climbs the mountain.
I adore you who leads the Stars in their dance.
I adore you who causes growth.
I adore you slayer of the goat.
I adore you who blends all together.
I adore you lover of laughter.
I adore you my God.

mathematical malevolence 

I just finished all the calculations, etc. for the Year 4 (2022 e.v.) Bakcheion calendar and will be sending it off to the printers later in the month. If you’re interested in following along and would like your own copy, shoot me an email at sannion@gmail.com and I’ll add you to the list. In addition to the Bakcheion festival-cycle the dark and full moons, solstices and equinoxes, lunisolar months and Dionysian seasons are all included making this a valuable resource regardless of your religious framework. Something to keep in mind with Brumalia, Saturnalia, Heliogenia, Óski’s Day, Yule, Ḥanukkāh, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Kalends, Epiphany, etc. fast approaching. I’m going to put a price tag of $20 ($15 + $5 to cover printing and shipping fees) on these things. Here’s hoping Year 4 will be better than 3 in every way you can think of and every way you can’t.

The Rite of Spring

The good stuff starts around 8:00 – and boy is it good. I’m talking serious Medeia and Starry Bear vibes. Plus there are dancing Úlfhéðnar!

redesigning the Bakcheion

I am currently in the process of redesigning the Bakcheion. (My temple space, not the website.) 

When complete it will have a purification station, a divination station, and nine shrines to Dionysos, each representing a festival from our calendar and the different ways he manifests through them. 

Today I worked out the epithets for the shrines:

  • Lenaia = Bromios (βρόμιος) – “Noisy”
  • Anthesteria = Phleos (Φλέως) – “Who Causes to Swell”
  • The Dionysia = Melpomenos (Μελπόμενος) – “Who Celebrates with Song and Dance”
  • Agrionia = Thurepanoiktes (θὐρεπανοίκτης) – “Opener of the Door”
  • Aletideia = Eubouleos (Εὐβουλεος) – “Of Good Counsel”
  • Pannychia = Asterios (Ἀστέριος) – “Starry”
  • Oschophoria = Nyktelios (Νυκτέλιος) – “Nocturnal”
  • Lampteria = Phanes (Φάνης) – “Light Manifest”
  • Foundation Day = Bakcheios (Βάκχειος) [Óðr] – “Frenzied”

I think this new arrangement will help me connect with Dionysos on a deeper level. At least that is my hope. 

Once I have everything set up I’ll take some pics and share them with y’all.  

PSA for my readers

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The notice at the top reads:

Items sold by Etsy sellers, such as masks, aren’t medical-grade. Etsy sellers cannot make medical or health claims. When selecting a mask, consult official guidance to make the right choice for you.

Which is very helpful of Etsy, as I was planning to walk around with it in my pocket just assuming the little guy would protect me from the coof. Instead I need one of those medical grade Venetian comedy mask key-fobs for that!

As a wayfarer on a perilous journey of a spiritual nature

I’m reading about Hermes’ role in the Nekromanteion at Epirus in Northern Greece, and it’s giving me all kinds of ideas:

The visitor would remain for an unknown duration in the lodging rooms to the north of the building, where he would eat food appropriate to the location, that is, food associated with the nekrodeipnon, or feast in honour of the dead. These included broadbeans, found at the site, which, if eaten in their intoxicating green state, may have contributed to an altered state of mind and fuller immersion in the experience. At the appropriate time, the visitor would make his way down the eastern corridor before arriving at a labyrinthine passage. Reaching the end of this labyrinth, he would be led into the central hall, where Dakaris envisaged his being met with puppets or effigies of the dead, operated by the personnel of the oracle via a crane. A number of ratchets were found at the site, in addition to counterweights, which Dakaris took as evidence in support of his suggested deus ex machina-type apparition.

The visitor to the oracle, before leaving the north passage, may have had to undergo a ritual purification, washing his hands in a louterion which stood to his left just at the threshold. To his right, as another part of this purificatory ritual, prior to progressing to the next stage of his visit, he cast what Dakaris described as an ‘apotropaic stone’. This was inferred from a pile of stones found opposite the louterion just before the doorway. A second pile of stones was found just inside the central hall, after the labyrinthine passageway, indicating another possible apotropaic gesture at the most crucial moment in the rite. Both stone heaps at the site occur close to doorways or thresholds, areas under the remit of Hermes. These may have been associated with progression between stages of the ritual, and, as a deity of transitional states, invocation of Hermes would also be appropriate here. In casting a stone, the visitor may have flung from himself any miasma of impurity or impiety which might hinder or shadow his progression to the next stage. Hermes, as we have noted, is also a psychopompos, an escort of souls in the Underworld.

The template of the katabasis, the hero’s journey into the Underworld, may have lent itself to the necromantic rites which may have taken place at this site, culminating in the simulated descent into the Underworld. As a wayfarer on a perilous journey of a spiritual nature, the supplicant would have sought the protection and guidance of Hermes. (All of a heap: Hermes and the stone cairn in Greek Antiquity, Jessica Doyle)

a yellow thread

I’ve been thinking about Xanthias, the slave of Dionysos in The Frogs.

Here he is on a 4th century BCE red figure vase from Campania.

He shares his name with a number of slave characters in the plays of Aristophanes, a name that I’ve always taken to come from ξανθός “yellow,” indicative of his flaxen hair and barbarian origin. However, something I read in the journal Classical Philology (Volume 31, Number 1 Jan., 1936) has me reconsidering that, despite the Starry Bear implications.

Namely, G. W. Elderkin’s suggestion that it is derived from ξανθεις, the aorist passive of ξαινειν “to card,” since slaves – like Herakles under Omphale – often carded wool. You can read more about it here.

Either way, I’m intrigued. I wonder where this yellow thread will lead…

the Kronian life

Suidas s.v. Sarapio
For Isidore said that never in fact could he persuade him to meet another man, especially because when he grew old he no longer came out frequently from his own house; he lived alone in a truly small dwelling, having embraced the solitary life, employing some of the neighbors only for the most necessary things. He said that Sarapio was exceptionally prayerful, and visited the holy places in the dress of an ordinary man, where the rule of the feast led him. For the most part he lived all day in his house, not the life of a man, but to speak simply, the life of a God, continually uttering prayers and miracle-stories to himself or to the divinity, or rather meditating on them in silence. Being a seeker of truth and by nature contemplative, he did not deign to spend time on the more technical aspects of philosophy, but absorbed himself in the more profound and inspired thoughts. For this reason Orpheus was almost the only book he possessed and read, in each of the questions which came to him always asking Isidore, who had achieved the summit of understanding in theology. He recognized Isidore alone as an intimate friend and received him in his house. And Isidore seemed to observe in him the Kronian life of mythology. For that man continued doing and saying nothing else but recollecting himself and raising himself, as far as he could, towards the inward and indivisible life. He despised money so much that he possessed nothing whatever but only two or three books (among these was the poetry of Orpheus); and he despised the pleasures of the body so much that straightway from the beginning he offered to the body only what is necessary and alone brings benefit, but of sexual activity he was pure throughout his life. And he was so little concerned about honor from men that not even his name was known in the city. He would not have been known subsequently, if some one of the Gods had not wished to make him an example for mankind of the Kronian life. He used Isidore as an heir, having no heir from his family, nor supposing that anyone else was worthy of his property, I mean the two or three books.

How Nazi is the Schwarze Sonne?

In debates on the Sonnenrad the favorite rhetorical ploy of the detractors (after gaslighting and outright lying) is to move the goal posts.

First they start off by claiming the Black Sun is a Nazi symbol. When you point out that this is a very ancient symbol with roots in Greece, Rome, Egypt, Mesopotamia as well as Celtic and Germanic lands and further it has a long history in alchemy, Christian and Sufi mysticism, psychiatry, the Romantic and Symbolist art movements, and pop culture generally from the 1980s on – they shift position and say the Black Sun itself is fine, it’s just the particular form of it found at Wewelsburg castle that’s problematic, and then proceed to regurgitate bizarre conspiracy theories about Nazi occultism they learned from a Facebook meme some dude who watched Ancient Aliens or some other “History Chanel” documentary concocted.

Truth, as is so often the case with this ilk, is not on their side.

Consider the following:

ADL Hate on Display™ Hate Symbols Database / Sonnenrad
The sonnenrad or sunwheel is one of a number of ancient European symbols appropriated by the Nazis in their attempt to invent an idealized “Aryan/Norse” heritage. The sonnenrad appears in the traditional symbology of many countries and cultures, including Old Norse and Celtic cultures. […] Because sonnenrad imagery is used by many cultures around the world, one should not assume that most sonnenrad-like images necessarily denote racism or white supremacy; rather, they should be analyzed carefully in the context in which they appear.

Eva Kingsepp, Foreword to The Liber Nigri Solis
The swastika as a graphic symbol of the Sun (or Pole star) is of course interesting as compared to the Black Sun. Throughout history the latter has been depicted (especially in alchemy) most often as a blackened sun, sometimes carrying the corona of solar eclipses. Today this glyph is increasingly challenged by another: the sun wheel with twelve crooked rays, or Sig-runes, of the Wewelsburg Castle in Westphalia, Germany. The castle was the spiritual center of Heinrich Himmler’s SS during the Third Reich, and this striking floor mosaic in the North tower is nowadays supposed to carry esoteric meanings connected to the presumed occult teachings of the SS. In Germany it is used among right-wing groups as a visual substitute for the forbidden Hakenkreuz (the Nazi swastika). But the Schwarze Sonne of the Wewelsburg is today becoming increasingly popularized in mainstream popular culture, especially spawning from the US.

We find it almost every time when ‘Nazi occultism’ is a topic : in speculative popular history, sensationalistic cryptohistory, conspiracy theories, web chat rooms, movies, computer games … I will not go further into this, as the field is truly vast and in most cases historically thoroughly inaccurate. Suffice to say that this particular Black Sun, despite all the writings and all the more or less credible ‘documentary’ films on the History Channel, was not an esoteric symbol used by the Nazis. It was not even known as a ‘Black Sun,’ until post-war popular culture turned it into one.

However, this is certainly not without importance for those who today wish to use the Black Sun in a spiritual context. The popular associations with Nazism significantly add to the Otherness of it, underlining its previous cultural connotations to death, destruction and Evil. This also adds to the dimensions of taboo, ‘holy fear,’ already prevalent in much cultural imagery of the Black Sun. The result is that there is an immense amount of social energy invested in the symbol: if one chooses to use it for spiritual purposes, the whole legacy of cultural meanings associated with it is there as well and must be dealt with. In this respect it is quite fascinating to consider the use of the Black Sun in alchemy and in Jung’s psychoanalytical philosophy as a symbol for nigredo. As already indicated, Jung describes this stage in the process of development as “difficult and strewn with obstacles; the alchemical opus is dangerous. Right at the beginning you meet the ‘dragon,’ the chthonic spirit, the ‘devil’ or, as the alchemists called it, the ‘blackness,’ the nigredo, and this encounter produces suffering.” Already in this short quote from Jung there are obviously several interesting concepts. The fact that the repulsive Other is something that most people do not wish to encounter or deal with, but in fact need to if they are to develop as individuals, is very important.

Julian Strube, Nazism and the Occult
The Wewelsburg castle has been identified, within both popular literature and scholarly studies, as the location for a number of occult rituals performed by the SS, or even as the repository of the Holy Grail and the Holy Lance (Hüser 1987; Höhne 1967; Siepe 2009). Indeed, popular narratives about SS ‘rituals’ even found their way into the studies of esteemed experts (Fest 1963, 159-60; cf. Hüser 1987 68). Recent scholarship, however, has shown that no ‘cults’ or ‘rituals’ of any kind have ever been performed at the Wewelsburg (Schulte 2009). Himmler’s plans for turning the castle into a weltanschauliches Zentrum and an organizational base for the SS were never realized. 

There is no historical evidence to suggest that there has been anything like a powerful ‘esoteric circle’ within the SS. It is clear that Himmler consistently had to hide his private esoteric interests from the public and other party elites like Hitler and Goebbels. His future plans for the SS, including the Wewelsburg or the Externsteine, never left the planning stage (Halle 2002; Schulte 2009). Those individuals within the SS who were following an esoteric agenda – notably Wiligut and Rahn – were pushed out of the organization and met tragic ends. Certainly, there is no evidence to indicate that those individuals interested in esotericism in the SS had the power to develop secret weapons or to build subterranean bases and worldwide networks. 

The official stance of the state towards esoteric individuals and organizations became increasingly hostile after 1933. While there is evidence of continuities between esoterically inclined currents, such as Ariosophy, and National Socialism, those affinities never resulted in ‘occult’ influences at a state level. Esoteric groups influenced by such movements as Theosophy, Anthroposophy, Rosicrucianism, Ariosophy, Mazdaznan, or New Thought were classified as ‘sects hostile to the state.’ In the view of state officials, their unwillingness to adapt to the National Socialist Weltanschauung encouraged disunity amongst the Volksgemeinschaft. As Corinna Treitel (2004) suggests in her study of German occultism, two specific transgressions led to the persecution of esoteric groups by the authorities: the first was the denial of rigid racial hierarchies that, for example, became evident in the Theosophical proclamation of a ‘brotherhood of humanity’; the second was the accusation of ‘superstition’ that would poison the minds of the German people. Hence, in July 1937, all Freemasonic lodges, Theosophical circles, and related groups were dissolved and okkultistische as well as spiritistische publications and activities were forbidden. The famous flight by Rudolph Hess, who, in an attempt to bring an end to the war, had parachuted over Scotland in 1941, led to an increased suspicion of occult influence. It was, for example, claimed that the influence of astrologers and other ‘charlatans’ surrounding Hess had led to his ‘insanity.’ Hitler and, especially, Goebbels had always protested against ‘superstition’ and ‘mysticism,’ which now had to be finally eradicated. The resulting crackdown in June 1941 led to a brutal suppression of esoteric activity in Germany, to the interning of occultists and the forcing of many underground. Ironically, this purging of the occult and the sectarian took place under the aegis of the police chief, Himmler, who, while privately expressing an interest in esotericism, officially supported the crackdown on superstition, which he perceived to be a threat to the unity of the German people (cf.Dierker, Staudenmaier, and Meyer in Puschner 2012).

So basically while this particular graphical representation of the Schwarze Sonne was found in a castle renovated by a Nazi it had almost no currency outside the Schutzstaffel (and very little within it) and Himmler’s esoteric interests brought him into conflict with the rest of the leadership of the Third Reich, which violently rejected such beliefs and persecuted those who held them. 

And for this reason we should soundly reject the Sonnenrad (and all variations thereof) as well as demonize anyone who has the temerity not to. 

Uh huh

How do y’all feel about NASA and the moon landing? 

The CIA?

IBM?

Ford, GM, BMW, and Audi? 

Hugo Boss?

Fanta soft drinks? 

Kodak?

Chase bank?

Cause all of them and many, many others have a much stronger Nazi pedigree than this poor, maligned symbol – and were directly involved in the atrocities of the regime whereas it, being a symbol, was not. At least be consistent – if you’re going to damn me for my usage of the Black Sun you better go after anyone who has ever patronized those companies too.  

But you won’t, because it’s not really about the symbol, now is it? 

After all, you never call me a Commie though I deeply reverence the Hammer of Thor and Saturn’s Sickle. 

Dasvidaniya, tovarisch. 

Bacchic SOAD

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As I’ve mentioned before, I listened to a lot of System Of A Down during my early, formative years with Dionysos, so their music has become imbued with powerful memories of him and all the rituals I performed back then. Listening again makes it all come flooding back, so I put together this playlist of some of the band’s more Bacchic songs.

I’m not angry. When you dance around a fire and you go off in an ecstatic frenzy of spirit and life and then you yell at the Gods so you can make your spirit heard – that’s not anger! (Serj Tankian, Rolling Stone interview)

#cancelthulsadoom

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The other day I was watching Conan the Barbarian and noted with some amusement that Thulsa Doom’s orgiastic snake-cult worships the Black Sun.

Although there are numerous references scattered throughout the film one of the most significant occurs during a scene modeled on Herakles’ encounter with the Skythian Goddess (and progenitrix) Argimpasa.

The Witch:
They said you’d come… From the North, a man of great strength… A conqueror. A man who would some day be king by his own hands. One who would crush the snakes of the earth.

Conan:
Snakes? Did you say snakes?

The Witch:
… What is it you seek?

Conan:
A standard. A symbol. Perhaps on a shield. Two snakes coming together… Facing each other! But they’re one.

The Witch:
With… With a sun and a moon below. Black Sun. Black Moon.

Conan:
Yes…

The Witch:
… There is a price, barbarian!

So, does that make Conan part of Starry Bear lore?

Talk about coming full circle; though other authors have had a greater stylistic influence, it was Robert E. Howard who actually made me want to become a writer. (Along with Karl Edward Wagner, who published a number of Howard pastiches and even penned the script for a third Conan movie before the project was aborted by cowardly, money-grubbing studio heads which indirectly led to Wagner’s descent into madness, perversion, poverty, alcoholism and premature death.)

Fun story! For my 18th birthday I went on a pilgrimage to visit Robert E. Howard’s old stomping grounds; unfortunately I got the name wrong when booking and ended up almost the entirety of Texas away from my intended destination. The little border-town was full of squalor and decay, baroque and often broken statues of Mary and weeping Angels, vacant-eyed people waiting on their stoops for death to claim them and a three-legged dog so thin you could count his ribs which followed close behind me for about five or six blocks. The air was hot as a furnace blast and so humid it felt like I was sucking rancid soup into my lungs. I had a long, meandering walk from the Greyhound station to my hotel, and got turned about and outright lost multiple times. I was back on the bus at the crack of dawn, eager to return home though it had taken me three uncomfortable and largely sleepless days to get there, for it felt as if I had just escaped Hell on Earth. 

Speaking of which, I wonder how long until the “woke” Twitteratti try to #cancelthulsadoom. Fucking Nazis are everywhere, man. 

the political is spiritual

Apropos of my last post … [Edited to add: woops, I meant to link this post, though I suppose the other works too.]

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How does destroying statues of elk and mermaids get justice for George Floyd, Elijah McClain or Breonna Taylor, let alone all of the poor White, Latino, Indigenous, Queer, et alia lives that have been devastated by police brutality, a corrupt legal system and the prison industrial complex? You want reforms, how about we get rid of for-profit penitentiaries and mandatory minimum sentencing, decrminalize drugs and prostitution, put funds into education and rehabilitation programs and insist on deescalation training and community outreach for the police? Just as a start; I also think there need to be moral and social reforms among the civilian population too, though no one ever wants to talk about that part of the equation.

Of course this assumes that justice and reformation are the true goals of these movements and increasingly I’m becoming convinced that the Antifa/BLM leadership are White supremacists who realized they could get their agenda actualized more effectively merely by presenting themselves as “woke” White Saviors – they’ve got the ochlos advocating for segregation and other identitarian policies, spouting racist rhetoric and antisemitic conspiracy theories, tearing down abolitionist monuments, destroying Black- and other minority-owned businesses, ousting centrist and liberal politicians while making the rest grovel and humiliate themselves, and so forth.

Not only is this expedient but it’s pushing a lot of the population right and radicalizing/providing justification for the lunatic fringe. And if they’re successful in not just defunding but dismantling the police (which, at least in major urban centers is composed largely of Black and Brown people, thus harming the very populations they feign to be advocating for) will make it that much easier when it comes time to boogaloo – assuming they even have to. They seem to be transforming America into a racially and socioecominically stratified society just fine without RAHOWA.

Always, we must ask ad cuius bonum.

And no, it’s not the Jews, you deranged lefty.

Nor is it really the crypto-fascists and race-baiters, who are at best pawns. 

It’s not even the technocrats, media hacks, celebutards and billionaires, who are just a step above.

It’s something far more sinister and nihilistic pulling the strings, as the assassination of Elijah McClain makes clear.

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From The Colorado Sentinel:

By his teenage years, he’d taught himself to play guitar and violin. On his lunch breaks, McClain would hoof his instruments to animal shelters to perform for abandoned creatures, believing the music put them at ease.

He’d become a vegetarian, considering carnivorous diets a form of cannibalism and eschewing meat for “food from the fields and the trees,” as Sheneen said. She said he cared about animals so much that he would chase off flies rather than kill them.

[…]

“He had a child-like spirit,” she said. “Elijah McClain was not conditioned to the norms of America… He lived in his own little world. He was never into, like, fitting in. He just was who he was.”

Which is evident in the final words Elijah spoke:

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What could this Orpheus redivivus have accomplished had his divine breath not been snuffed out by the jackboot of a tyrannical stooge?

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No, this was no accident.

Something Elijah’s mother clearly knew:

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So did Saint Paul, who once wrote:

For we struggle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. (Ephesians 6:12)

Don’t let yourselves be deceived. We must be united as the auryn in our fight against this world’s true enemies, the force of uncreation and those who are allied with it. 

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Not statues of elk and mermaids.