If Egypt is the mirror of heaven, what does the toppling of the country’s corporate/shadow government puppet say about the current war in heaven?
But such an analysis may be treating history as something entirely more alive than much of occultism is wont to do.
There seems to be a preference for ‘now’ and ‘the past’ as fixed, binary categories. There’s what you can do now -as if mythology were the instructions for an Ikea bookshelf- and what was done then… by old timey people who were all much wiser than you are.
Go and google around for a flowery website describing the ‘goddess attributes’ of Isis. She’s got horns, she breastfeeds in public, she teaches you magic, she’s ‘helpful’, she’s ‘nice’. You would be forgiven for mistaking her for Alice from The Brady Bunch.
Nevermind the fact that I’ve just described three thousand years of accretive mythology. She was a god for double the length of time that Europe has had Jesus. And that’s just according to
wrong ‘accepted’ Egyptian chronology! When she and her husband -skin black as deep space- wandered out of the desert from wherever they came from and into the lush, high-rainfall forests of Egypt 12,000 years ago, she would have looked more like the first slayer. (I’ve actually had that vision.) Back then, girlfriend was The Neighbours’ Witch Queen, not your dependable bestie.
Factor in the lengths of time that mankind has actually had recorded civilisation, (seriously, how many more sunken cities do we need to find?) and basically reductive explanations of the function or role of ancient artefacts looks absurd.
Which is why I utterly, utterly, reject the entirely incorrect and politically motivated interpretation of the Great Pyramid as the ‘tomb’ of a king who didn’t put his name or his likeness on it anywhere, inside or outside. Whereas the kings in the following dynasty splattered their names all over the inside of their curiously far shitter pyramids like semen on the walls of a teenage boy’s bedroom.
And so the notion that Old Kingdom religion went from ‘primitive’ in the Pre-Dynastic period, to solar; with the Giza complex; to stellar; as seen in the Pyramid Texts; to Osirian/cthonic; demonstrated by the Coffin Texts (technically Middle Kingdom); is objectively wrong. Because literally no part of that chronology is correct, so attaching speculative religious perspectives to them is entirely pointless.
If you need a refresher:
- The unanimous opinion of mainstream geologists is that the Sphinx is, at a very minimum, 7,000 years old. That is as close as they will get to the unscientific opinions of racists in stupid hats regarding the founding of Egyptian civilisation, and it’s still off by more than two thousand years.
- The Giza plateau sits at the cross section of the most land out of anywhere on earth. That’s both odd and an impossible piece of knowledge for the builders of the shit pyramids of the subsequent dynasties.
- The Great Pyramids mass and dimensions demonstrate an indisputable understanding of the golden ratio and the circumference of the earth. If it were off by as little as 50 centimetres it wouldn’t.
- The hypothesis that it is a terrestrial map of the heliacal rising of the constellation Leo at the vernal equinox, 10,500 years ago has never been competently challenged.
- Then there are the star shafts pointing at Sirius. And also this:
Giza and the Old Kingdom
So we have a map of the sky on the ground -As Above, So Below- that encodes a date that slightly precedes the end of the last ice age, at a time when the pyramids would have been surrounded by lush greenery. (Had that vision, also.) Certainly some elements such as the Sphinx date back that far. But rather than the entire complex being built then, I think it was a ritual area designed to ‘draw down’ that time -Zep Tepi- when the gods walked among us.
For instance, in my analysis, the so-called “workers village” -a name arbitrarily chosen as there is literally not a single piece of evidence to support this hypothesis- is better understood as a religious/healing/temple support town. You think low-skilled, seasonal workers ate high quality beef and got brain surgery? Then you’re a fool. White collar Americans don’t even get that today! Check out this steaming garbage:
The presence of a barracks could help explain the abundance of pottery, ash, and refuse found in the area, especially the tremendous amounts of animal bone. “When we excavate we find enough animal meat bone to feed several thousands of people,” Lehner reported. “This would explain why.”
The bones in the area suggest that workers enjoyed quite a lot of prime beef. Previous excavations have discovered that they also ate bread and fish, and drank beer.
Analysis of human remains has suggested that workers apparently had access to medical treatment. Evidence has been found of healed broken bones, amputated limbs, and even brain surgeries.
“Workers”? When the Greeks visited them a few thousand years later, they remarked that all these bastards eat are broad beans and lentils!
Removing the preposterous fiction that the Giza complex is a set of ‘tombs’ that functioned as part of a ‘solar religion’ (?) we have a more accurate religious chronology:
- Pre-Dynastic Egypt: Stellar/Cthonic. (Note: Pre-Dynastic is a modern term. Manetho and Seti I’s king lists have dynasties that go back to Zep Tepi. But what did they know, eh? They probably didn’t even know that the Jews were trying to steal all of Egypt’s glory like Zahi Hawass does.)
- Old Kingdom: Stellar/Cthonic. With a huge, operational ‘immortality machine’ that encodes Zep Tepi on the Giza plateau. Such a complex neatly fits into what we understand the religious beliefs of the time to be, just as other temple complexes don’t preclude the building of crappy pyramids as kingly tombs. At the end of the Old Kingdom, we begin to see the Pyramid Texts describe an entirely stellar religion. They are currently the oldest religious texts on earth and are almost universally considered to be a continuation of early, pre-dynastic concepts. (This makes even more sense when you remove that weird ‘solar religion blip’ currently being used to explain away Giza.)
- First Intermediate Period: This was a time of invasions and socioeconomic collapse so -given that we’re in an intermediate period, ourselves- I imagine it would have been whatever the Ancient Egyptian version of Alex Jones was.
- Middle Kingdom: With The Coffin Texts, we have the rise to prominence of Isis, Osiris and the court of judgement as defined religious beliefs. Osiris is no longer the first king and template of the perfected man, he is a fully fledged god. Could this not represent a ‘decay’ of the original understanding of the immortality tech contained in the Giza complex and the Pyramid Texts? Has Christianity not undergone similar decays that coincide with socioeconomic disruption over the last 2,000 years?
The rise to prominence of Osiris after the FIP indicates to me a forgetting of whatever initiatory system was built around whatever Ausar and Auset “were/are”. And this initiatory system is typified by the Giza complex. The Great Pyramid, at least, appears to be a ‘stellar immortality machine’, a blueprint that unpacks into a personal spaceship like George Jetson’s briefcase.
Which is why I found Robert Bauval’s interpretation of pyramid capstones highly interesting:
There, sticking partially out of the sand, was a magnificent pyramidion made of black granite. Maspero could hardly believe his eyes at the amazing preservation of this 4000 years old artifacts which, in his excitement, he described as “polished like a mirror”. (Ed: A mirror, you say? Reflecting the night sky back at itself?! How entirely unexpected!)
“May the face of the king be opened so that he may see the Lord of the Horizon [i.e., Harakhte] when he crosses the sky; may he cause the king to shine as a god, lord of eternity and indestructible, (Harakhte replies that he has) given the beautiful horizon to the king”
Egyptologists also agree that in the Pyramid Texts, the afterlife form of the king is said to be a ‘star’ in the sky. This, then, may explain why in the case of at least three pyramids, the monuments were given stellar names while also personifying the dead king, such as “Djedefre is a Star in the Sky”, “Nebka is a Star” and the pyramid of Djoser being called “Horus is the Star at the head of the Sky”. All this leads us to conclude that the pyramidion on top of the king’s pyramid was regarded as the stellar-transfigured king or his star-soul. It is only when we view it as such that the inscriptions on the East side of the pyramidion of Amenemhet III makes any sense: “May the face of the king be opened so that he may see the Lord of the Horizon…”
There’s more. What rocked my world about this article was learning that the word ‘benben’ -the pointy bit on obelisks and pyramids- is almost identical to the word for “semen” or “seed”. Literal. Starseed. As Bauval continues to point out:
There are several well-known depiction of the Earth-God Geb (the son of Atum) laying down with an exaggeratedly long phallus pointing to the Sky-Goddess Nut, the “mother of Osiris”:
“…make the womb of Nut pregnant with the seed of the spirit which is in her”
“Pressure is in your womb, O Nut, through the seed of the god which is in you; it is I [the Osiris-king] who am the seed of the god which is in you…”
“…the king is an imperishable star, son of the sky-goddess Nut…”
“The king was fashioned by his father Atum…”
“O Atum, this king comes to you, an imperishable spirit (star)…your son comes to you, this king comes to you”
In my opinion, then, the idea of a pillar surging skywards and on top of which was the Benben Stone, is highly symbolic of a giant phallus offering its “star-seed” to the sky-goddess in order to gestate it in her womb and cause the departed king to be “reborn”.
Anybody see where I’m going with this? Let’s have a few more.
“…O King, you are this Great Star, the companion of Orion…the sky has borne you with Orion…”
“The King is a star brilliant…the King appears as a star…”
“You [Nut] have set this King as an imperishable Star who is in you…”
“The King is a star”
“I [the king] am a soul …a star of gold…”
“I [the king] am a star which illumines the sky…”
Crowley and Aiwass
The most intriguing part of Crowley’s Cairo adventure for me is him entertaining his wife with a few werelights in the Kings Chamber of the Great Pyramid. He was very dismissive of magic in general at that point, and -despite summoning something to physical appearance- actually said “what’s the point of it?”
A few days later things got a bit more interesting for them both.
Until recently, I’ve only ever encountered one other person with a similar analysis of Crowley’s Cairo experience: Vinay -who, by way of introduction, would like you to know that the Department of Defense once referred to him as a Nepalese magical master :). It was an absolute delight to hear each other’s lunatic words come out of the other’s mouth. Before we got onto time-travelling space squids, we discussed the reception of the Book of The Law recently over whisky and burgers in London.
Ponder on this:
When was the last time anything as ‘big’ as Crowley performed a magical act inside that stellar immortality machine?
Centuries, at least. Perhaps millennia? Whatever your opinion of Crowley, it’s extremely difficult to argue that he didn’t have mad wizard skillz. And I’ve been to enough sacred sites to know that they can be inadvertently activated, even by one with skills as profoundly limited as myself.
It’s my current contention -and Vinay’s as well, although I don’t want to get any of my crazy on him- that Crowley (to really annoy you all with my metaphor) activated the download of the space ship blueprints otherwise meant for a Pharaoh. All that stuff about slaves and kings in the Book of the Law gets thrown into new light, doesn’t it?
Thing is… Crowley was aware of the Egyptian fingerprints all over the Book of the Law. Spell 177 in the Book of the Dead -universally considered to be a continuation from the Pyramid Texts- is basically a concise Book of the Law:
[Name]: O Nut, Nut. I have cast my father to the earth, with Horus behind me. My wings have grown into those of a falcon, my soul has brought me and its words have equipped me.
Nut: You have opened up your place among the stars of the sky, for you are the Lone Star of the sky; see O [name], fair are the orders which you give to the spirits, for you are a Power; you will not go hungry, you are not among them and you will not be among them. See, upon your head as a soul are horns as of a wild bull, for you are a black ram which a white ewe bore, one who sucked from the four teets. The blue-eyed Horus comes to meet you, the red-eyed Horus, violent of power, waits for you. He meets his soul, his messengers go, his couriers run, they come to him who is supported above the West; this one goes from you of whom it is said: ‘The god who speaks to the Field of the Gods.’ Your name is vindicated in the presence of the gods, the Ennead raise you up with their hands, the god speaks to the Field of the Gods. Be strong at the door of the kas of the horizon dwellers, for their doors shall be open to you, they shall praise you and you shall have power over them… they go forth and lift up their faces, so that they see you before the Great God. Min… Your head. Someone stands behind you and you have power; you shall neither perish nor be destroyed, but you shall act among men and gods.
You can also see in spell 69 fragments of the hypothetical ‘immortality formula’. And like later aretologies, it is more than a little reminiscent of the Headless Rite -which Crowley adapted to first make contact with Aiwass. Paging Mr Faust.
I am the Radiant One, brother of the Radiant Goddess, Osiris the brother of Isis; my son and his mother Isis have saved me from my enemies who would harm me. Bonds are on their arms, their hands and their feet, because of what they have done evilly against me. I am Osiris, the first-born of the company of gods, eldest of the gods, heir to my father Geb; I am Osiris, Lord of persons, alive of breast, strong of hinder-parts, stiff of phallus, who is within the boundary of the common folk.
I am Orion who treads his land, who precedes the stars of the sky which are on the body of my mother Nut, who conceived me at her desire and bore me at her will. I am Anubis on the Day of the Centipede, I am the Bull who presides over the field. I am Osiris, for whom his father and mother sealed an agreement on that day of carrying out the great slaughter: Geb is my father and Nut is my mother, I am Horus the Elder on the Day of Accession, I am Anubis of Sepa, I am the Lord of All, I am Osiris….
What was missing from a contemporaneous analysis in Crowley’s day and the decades that followed -aside from vastly improved translations of Egyptian texts- is the geological and archaeological understanding that Egyptian civilisation is substantially older than anyone thought and represents the final death rattle of something even older still.
Did anyone else have the experience of discovering Crowley as a kid and then trying to find any of his stupid, wrong shit like Ankh-Af-na-Khonsu in Egyptian history? How did that work out for you? None of that was his fault. He was attempting to understand it through the questionable research of the closet-Golden-Dawners at the British Museum; Budge, etc.
It’s possible that early experiences such as mine have prevented a wider re-analysis of the sequence of events that led to the reception of the Book Of The Law. Because I’ll say it again: Crowley performed a successful summoning ritual in an immortality machine built by a civilisation from before the end of the ice age that patently believed in the stellar origins of mankind and its gods.
You can see his attempts to repeatedly square the circle throughout the rest of his life. Netherwood Crowley -my favourite Crowley- wrote in a letter that ended up in Magick Without Tears:
My observation of the Universe convinces me that there are beings of intelligence and power of a far higher quality than anything we can conceive of as human; that they are not necessarily based on the cerebral and nervous structures that we know; and that the one and only chance for mankind to advance as a whole is for individuals to make contact with such Beings.
Now, we’re starting to sound very ‘twentieth century channeled claptrap’, aren’t we? Kenneth Grant, who obviously discussed it at length with Crowley, had this to say:
So, only a few people shall be privy to the story, and they shall secretly rule over us all. Still don’t think it was Pharaoh tech? What else do you think powered the reality-TV version of A Game Of Thrones we otherwise refer to as the twentieth century?
LAM and Jacques Vallée
I want to share with you an extended analogy from Vallée’s now very rare Anatomy of a Phenomenon, which I picked up for a pittance from some idiots in a town that didn’t know what they had. Fucking read it.
I’m reminded of something the inimitable Nick Redfern said in a podcast once regarding how people dress at UFO conferences. If they’re speaking, they’ll wear suits -as if this somehow confers a wider legitimacy on their topic. But let me tell you what Richard Dawkins thinks when he sees a ufologist in a suit. “Awww, he thinks he’s people.” It is moronic and weak-willed to expect social approval when you travel in the lands of the Trickster.
The same could be said for the extended community of freaks and weirdos that encompasses the occult and forteana. On one extreme, you have the grumbling, buzz-killing, fun police who have clearly confused spiritual enquiry with LARPing and believe that a grimoiric spirit will literally appear to you as a bearded duke with chicken legs, a cutlass and a knowledge of nautical engineering. On the other extreme you have crusty old ufologist/nuclear physicist, Stanton Friedman, who is adamant that the UFO phenomenon is one of literal, nuts and bolts craft from other planets, despite all evidence to the contrary. (Incidentally, happy 66th birthday, Roswell crash!)
And yet, as Vallée’s example demonstrates, something is going on here and we are shit at examining it outside our little silos. We appear to be very, very good at missing the Trick. Here’s Kenneth Grant quoting Crowley again, about accidental sources of wisdom and insight:
With all of that in mind, behold LAM, who appeared to Crowley in 1918, more than a decade after the Cairo experience.
Anyone else hear the X-Files theme music?
Pause to consider the impact of Aiwass given Crowley’s impact on the development of twentieth century western esotericism. Pop stars, gurus, Wicca (and thus both eco-consciousness and Nazi paganism and thus the Ahnenerbe and thus the CIA), Jack Parsons (and thus JPL and NASA), Ron Hubbard (and thus scientology).
And so we arrive at a little thought experiment of my own -in the style of Charlemagne’s UFO sighting. To be clear, I don’t believe this. That’s not the point.
If you were -to use the exact words- a messenger from the forces ruling this planet, a type of extraterrestrial intelligence and you wanted to advance mankind as a whole by, say, getting (at least some of) us into space as quickly as possible; Specifically the moon and Mars; you would actually run the twentieth century more or less exactly as it ran.
- You would deploy multiplier effects to influence the belief systems of the western world, just as Vallée has always maintained has been the Magonian agenda. This includes the use of the Verne Effect on our myths and popular fictions. (Star Trek. We’ll come back to this.)
- You would precision-target key influencers such as we saw in the séance that changed America, which included families that received Roswell wreckage.
- You would hijack a country -Germany- to make ideological ‘breathing room’ so that it could sacrifice thousands of lives in the pursuit of what came to be called ‘space medicine’; a field that can only come about thanks to the experiments performed on probably thousands of Jews by Hubertus Strughold before he was invited to America as part of Operation Paperclip. There are no moon missions without Holocaust deaths. Period.
- Similarly, you would have this same country -the most advanced in the world at the time- develop rocket technology because it was at war with its neighbours. (This is largely why Germany beat America and Britain to rocket technology. It needed it. Also American technological expertise was haphazardly distributed. German expertise, unsurprisingly, was much more efficiently organised.)
- You would find a willing consciousness -Jack Parsons- to provide the solid fuel technology for the imminent combination of space medicine and rocket tech.
- Once all these pieces were in play, you would ‘troop the colour’ by appearing as space craft in great numbers; exactly like what happened in the late forties and early fifties; just as all these other factors were coalescing into a single, paranoid, paramilitary organisation run by Nazis and (arch-ritualist) Freemasons.
- This organisation would be run by a shadow group of powerful men who are entirely aware of your existence. They would also be responsible for ongoing efforts to push the Verne Effect through the direct creation of space cults (funding Sitchin’s research, etc), the vocal and government funded distribution of LSD -as was the case with Puharich- and you would ensure that a benevolent-ish space narrative receives the widest possible distribution.
- Once all the pieces are in place, you may also consider engineering a fear-based event -like the one Von Braun spoke of on his death bed- to really expedite the process.
That’s seriously the fastest way from Crowley’s hotel room in Cairo to the realities of today’s (public) space programme. Which is also how you end up with unironic mission patches like this:
Like I said, I don’t believe this. I include it to highlight the challenges when it comes to ascertaining the motive of a being or beings that can only interact with us symbolically.
Here is a relevant explanation:
I do find it useful to come up with a model – however flawed – that allows me to make sense both of a variety of phenomena (psi, the paradoxes of quantum physics, and other things) and of testimonies from purportedly channeled entities, especially those that seem intellectually serious. If a given model allows me to integrate this material in a way that is fairly coherent, then it helps me to understand these phenomena and these claims. That doesn’t mean I’ve actually penetrated to the real truth of the matter, only that I’ve found a way to have it make sense for me.
This topic was originally intended to be part of the Archonology series to do with Andrija Puharij, his CIA-funded LSD programme, The Nine and its influence both within the space programme and Hollywood.
But Chris Knowles -rat bastard that he is- is most of the way through a truly phenomenal exploration of The Nine and its influence among Hollywood and the West Coast elite. Which you obviously read.
However, that’s left me -perhaps appropriately give the Roswell anniversary- picking over the wreckage of my downed spaceship looking for bits that can be used. We’ll leave the story of The Nine to Chris, because he’s already three posts in.
So instead, I’ll approach it from the far-less-sane, practical-occultist, angle. Because there are clearly too many symbolic alignments to avoid threading a speculative through-line. All I will say is, whatever they are, The Nine aren’t new. From Rilke’s Letter to a Young Poet:
That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular and the most inexplicable that we may encounter. That mankind has in this sense been cowardly has done life endless harm; the experiences that are called ‘visions,’ the whole so-called ‘spirit-world,’ death, all those things that are so closely akin to us, have by daily parrying been so crowded out of life that the senses with which we could have grasped them are atrophied. To say nothing of God.
What I see here is a sustained, neighbourly programme to achieve specific, earthly results. In this case, they’re the ones performing the enchantment. A highly targeted enchantment. Some very specific people, “the few”, get the Egyptian/space message. The rest of us, “the many”, get Fatima and the Washington saucer overflights of the early fifties.
This is the closest I can get to finding a null hypothesis: the evidence for the external reality of a being or beings answering to this description lies in its precision targeting of individuals. It’s not like the cult of the Nine, or even Thelema, swept the world.
Nevertheless we may discern the unfolding of their objectives… whatever they are.
Somebody’s spinning somewhere.