We are very happy to share that the latest installment of Mav Kuhn‘s ‘The Art & Act of Writing’ series of Interviews features our very own Emma Doeve.
See here :
We are very happy to share that the latest installment of Mav Kuhn‘s ‘The Art & Act of Writing’ series of Interviews features our very own Emma Doeve.
See here :
DR. JOHN DEE (13 July 1527 – 1608 or 1609)
Today marks the anniversary of the birth of Dr. John Dee – Occultist, Natural Philosopher, Mathematician, Mapmaker, Astronomer, Astrologer, and adviser to Queen Elizabeth I.
In commemoration of this fact, we are making available for a short time here a PDF of our recent article about Dr. John Dee, Edward Kelley, and the World of the Enochian Angels :
The Rite of the Headless One, AKEPHALOS [ Greek: ἀκέφαλος ], as written down in the Stele of Jeu the Hieroglyphist (or ‘Painter’) in the Graeco-Egyptian Magical Papyri V.96-172, is one of the few true occult survivals of the time humankind first made contact with the spirit-world.
As such, it is part of our original spiritual heritage.
Acquiring more ritualistic form, the symbolic dismemberment of the shamanic initiatory crisis doesn’t get more drastic and serious than de-capitation.
When it passes through the magnificence of Ancient Egypt, the Rite acquires a spiritual meaning and creative expression that, arguably, hasn’t been equalled since. It is also by its very nature enigmatic and unfathomable. Later on, representations of and references to the figure of the Headless One were deemed heretical, because it had the potential to undo a royal monopoly and put such access in reach of ‘ordinary’ men and women (at least as long as they were Seekers after Initiation!)
But the fundamental constituents of the Akephalos Rite – beyond its element of exorcism, potentially a stepping stone to a much larger, more elaborate set of rituals – survived into the syncretic Alexandrian Era, where it becomes a rite for the lone magician priest or priestess. Inevitably practitioners adapt it to their time, needs, and nature.
Fast forward to the late-Victorian Era, and thanks to Mathers, Bennett and the Golden Dawn, Aleister Crowley is introduced to the Rite and takes to it with gusto. Declaring it the pre-eminent Rite for Attaining to the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel within the New Aeon – thereby superseding the Abramelin Working – Crowley plays fast-and-loose, distorting it into his very own ‘Rite of the Bornless One.’
In The Chaos Protocols, Gordon White says that:
“‘headless’ was swapped out for the word ‘bornless’ thanks to their (Samuel Mathers and Aleister Crowley’s) penchant for playing fast and loose with Hebrew words . . . the Hebrew ‘resh’ can mean, among other things, ‘head’ or ‘beginning,’ but the original Greek AKEPHALOS, is clearly ‘headless’.”
What White doesn’t say is where in the PGM ‘Headless’ text the Hebrew word ‘resh’ occurs, or how it came into the picture in the first place, but our researches are ongoing . . .
Matthew Levi Stevens was interviewed by Revel Keats Rosz for the first in a series entitled VISITATIONS for the website esotericana.com (“matters of the obscure, arcane, weird and wondrous.”)
Part 1 :
Part 2 :
“Before we knew how to farm, before we lived in villages, before we even knew how to make pots, we built a star temple on a hill . . .”
The opening words of ‘The Cathedral Predates The City’, Chapter II of Gordon White’s excellent Star.Ships – subtitled A Prehistory of the Spirits (Bibliothèque Rouge, from Scarlet Imprint, 2016.)
Göbekli Tepe, the incredible site, or collection of sites, which have been unearthed in the South-Eastern Anatolian region of Turkey, seems to be challenging just about all of the comfortably held, longstanding assumptions of orthodoxy about how early Man moved from small bands of nomadic hunter-gatherers to, gradually, a more settled, agrarian way of life – the surplus food-stocks being more reliably produced allowing, in effect, more ‘leisure time’ so that he could then develop the earliest forms of what would become, in time, all those exciting things like Art and Culture and Religion.
Well, think again . . .
10,000 years old – 12,000 years old – just how far back can you go ?
In the centre of each of the 20-or-so roughly circular or ovoid enclosures, surrounded by 10 – or more often 12 [a number of zodiacal significance, surely ?] – shorter pillars, are pairs of what have come to be called ‘T-pillars.’ Anything up to 23 foot high, these narrow, precariously balanced, tall shapes are unanimously considered to be stylised human – or at least humanoid – figures. Some say they are Headless. They all appear to face due South, or at least South-ish. So, are they commemorating a first tribal Chieftain and Consort, God and Goddess, Priest and Priestess – or a distant memory of some Others that lorded it over Neolithic Man, as he came out of the Ice Age ?
Above : the late Klaus Schmidt, archaeologist in charge of the site, welcomes writer Graham Hancock to Göbekli Tepe. This gives some idea of the scale of the T-pillars. [Photo by Santha Faiia]
The peculiar conundrum of Göbekli Tepe :
Why did the builders bury it ? Changing belief systems, as Gordon White points out in Star.Ships, usually result in people abandoning their temples or churches and letting them fall into ruin. Stonehenge, for instance, and other such Megalithic sites were left, and some have found another use.
At Göbekli Tepe, the entire site was deliberately buried in about 8,200 BC – after thousands of years of continual use – a project of vast proportions, almost as demanding as the construction itself, involving some 300 cubic metres per enclosure.
If this complex of temples reveals the “majesty and sophistication of the hunter-gatherer’s inner landscape” as Gordon White puts it, why not leave it in the open, for subsequent generations to puzzle over?
Who knows what stories are still waiting to be recovered from the Night of Time . . .
For more information concerning Star.Ships by Gordon White, including availability, follow this link for the website of Scarlet Imprint :
Behind these doors another world awaits …
Just got back from another powerful and packed weekend at The Occult Conference in Glastonbury. Subtitled for 2016 The Time of The Gods, the delightfully diverse programme – this year for the first time over two days! – included the following talks and workshops:
Elaine Bailey – The Isis Revival (Lecture) and the Golden Dawn (Workshop)
Dr Liz Williams – The Hellfire Club (Lecture)
Damh the Bard – Worldwide Druidry (Lecture) and Bardic Set
Matthew Levi-Stevens – Strange Gods for the New Age (Lecture)
Siany DragonOak – Modern Witchcraft for Busy People (Workshop)
Sef Salem – Summoning Angels (Workshop)
Taster workshops from local practitioners
Cavan McLaughlin – Open-Source Occultism
Emma Doeve – Babalon: Where is She Now?
Jake Stratton-Kent – Goetia Renewed
Julian Vayne – Future Magicks
Although it’s too soon to go into a complete run-down or full write-up, we must just say that one of the surprise highlights of the weekend for us was organiser Sef Salem’s workshop on Angel Magic. As Enochian and scrying form a major part of our own practice it was certainly interesting to have a taste of someone else’s approach to the Angelic realms. Food for thought indeed.
Here’s to the next one!
In Memory of
(23rd May, 1924 – 15th January, 2011)
‘For us, who have the inner knowledge, inherited or won, it remains to restore the true rites of Attis, Osiris, of Set, Serapis, Mithras, and Abel.’
These words by Aleister Crowley greatly inspired Kenneth Grant when young.
He later wrote:
“I soon discovered that for some reason I have not been able to fathom it was the god Set that I was being called upon to honour . . .”
With his ‘Typhonian Trilogies’, Grant would both take his explorations back into the darkest reaches of Pre-Dynastic Egypt, as well as Out to the Stars and Beyond.
‘It may have been a million years ago
The Light was kindled in the Old Dark Land
With which the illumined Scrolls are all aglow,
That Egypt gave us her mummied hand:
This was the secret of that subtle smile
Inscrutable upon the Sphinx’s face . . .’
– from the opening of Gerald Massey’s Ancient Egypt: The Light of the World (1907.)
Above: Steffi Grant, ‘Shrine of Set.’
A Day of Talks in Celebration of the Life & Work
(23rd May 1923 – 15th January 2011)
“KENNETH GRANT (1924-2011) stands out as one of the most original and prolific esoteric authors of the second half of the twentieth century and the early twenty-first century. Apart from his work promoting and publishing the works of the occultist Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) and the artist Austin Osman Spare (1886-1956), Grant is known as the creator of a particular current in contemporary occultism usually referred to as the Typhonian Tradition . . .”
Henrik Bogdan, Introduction, Kenneth Grant: A Bibliography.
“. . . The last living link to Aleister Crowley, Gerald Gardner, Eugen Grosche, and Austin Osman Spare, his legacy is yet to be fully assessed and we shall not see his like again.”
Matthew Levi Stevens, Remembering Frater Aossic, The Late Kenneth Grant.
Above: Typhonian Day Speakers, 9th January 2016. L-to-R: Henrik Bogdan, Edward Gauntlett, Chris Giudice, Michael Staley; in front: Emma Doeve, Caroline Wise. [Special Thanks to Matt Baldwin-Ives for the use of his photo.]
This past Saturday, Michael Staley & Caroline Wise of Starfire Publishing presented a Day of Talks in celebration of the many different aspects of the Life & Work of Kenneth Grant at Treadwell’s Bookshop in Store Street, London. The event also doubled as a launch for Henrik Bogdan’s Kenneth Grant: A Bibliography – substantially revised & expanded from the original 2003 edition, and profusely illustrated with many rare or even previously unseen images – as well as the new edition of Grant’s Outer Gateways, the latest reprint of the first volume of the last of his ‘Typhonian Trilogies.’
It was a great day, clearly very much enjoyed by all those both involved and attending. What follows is not so much a formal Review as a series of Notes of the Talks, accompanied by suggestive and suitable images, by way of presenting a snapshot of the day.
‘Advaita Vedanta & Occultism: The Case of Kenneth Grant’ by HENRIK BOGDAN.
After Michael Staley’s Introduction, the first Talk of the day was from Henrik Bogdan, Professor of Religious Studies at the University of Gothenberg, who has worked on a number of book relating to the Western Esotericism in general and Crowley & Thelema in particular, including Brother Curwen, Brother Crowley: A Correspondence (Teitan, 2010) and, of course, Kenneth Grant: A Bibliography.
Despite Kenneth Grant’s lifelong dedication to the Life & Work of Aleister Crowley, promulgation of the Law of Thelema, and Outer Headship of his Typhonian recension of the Ordo Templi Orientis, as he wrote in the Introduction to his memoir, Remembering Aleister Crowley (Skoob, 1991):
“My main interest was (and still is) in Oriental Mysticism. When I volunteered for the army, at the age of eighteen, it was with the expectation of being sent to India where I had hopes of finding a guru.”
It was not to be, of course, but this interest would later lead to him for a while becoming a follower of Ramana Maharshi (1879-1950), the ‘Sage of Arunachala’ and leading proponent of Advaita Vedanta, and writing a number of articles for Indian journals in the 1950s* such as Ananda Varta, The Call Divine, and The Vision.
“Advaita Vedanta asserts that Absolute Reality (Brahman) is infinite, formless, non-dual awareness, and that the supreme goal of human life is the realization that the inner self (atman) is not separate from Absolute Reality.”
Below: Sri Ramana Maharshi – “Atman is Brahman.”
Here is Kenneth Grant’s definition of Advaita, as given in the Glossary to The Magical Revival:
“Advaita (Skt.): Lit. Not-two. The Vedantin doctrine of Non-duality, which reveals the supreme nature of Self to be One, not two or many; i.e. nothing exists apart from the Self (Atman), yet all things are forms assumed by the Self.”
All images arising and ‘bubbling up’ are aspects or masks of the Self.
Kenneth Grant saw Thelema’s pursuit of realising one’s True Will as equated to Maharshi’s essential meditation “Who am I?”
Neo-Advaita in Kenneth Grant’s work:
This focus on Eastern systems in general and Advaita in particular would not come as any surprise to those familiar with the Typhonian Trilogies, but what was perhaps more of a revelation was when Henrik began to tell us about Grant’s ‘Spiritual Crisis’ of the mid-1950s. Perhaps something of this could be anticipated from a reading of his novel, Grist to Whose Mill?, in which the narrator’s feelings regarding the clearly Crowley-inspired character ‘Ruthven Seeley’ and his legacy are strongly ambiguous, to say the least. Apparently in Spring 1953 Grant felt that he was turning away from Crowley & Thelema, back to “Oriental (especially Indian) systems of Mysticism” – going so far as to write in a letter of the 27th of March, 1953, to German Thelemite, Friedrich Lekve:
“I wish to be rid forever of any connection I may have had in the past with AC’s doctrine or practice . . . suffice it to say I have had enough.”
But by September 1955, with his article ‘Resignation’ in the Indian magazine The Call Divine, Grant had clearly overcome his conflict over Crowley, just before launching New Isis Lodge.
The notion that Western and Eastern Traditions are essentially the same are at the heart of Grant’s Typhonian Trilogies:
East contemplates ever-tranquil and immutable Shiva, “Let things take their course.”
West embraces active Shakti, via “Do what Thou wilt.”
In closing, Henrik defined the Typhonian Tradition as:
“A bricolage of Advaita, Western Sexual Magick, Surrealism, UFOlogy and Lovecraftian Gnosis, within the framework of Thelema.”
[Interestingly, Michael Staley revealed in the brief Q&A after Henrik’s Talk that even as late as the 1980s, Grant still maintained several sessions of meditation practice on a daily basis.]
*Kenneth Grant’s writings from this period were later collected and commented upon in At the Feet of the Guru.
‘The Wisdom of S’lba and transmitted texts’ by MICHAEL STALEY.
Michael Staley discovered the work of Kenneth Grant in the early 1970s, soon after becoming a member of the Typhonian O.T.O. and then in 1986 launching the magazine Starfire. Since the late 1990s he became Grant’s publisher, committed to seeing all of his works into print, as well as continuing to oversee the Typhonian Order.
Michael started by defining a received text in this instance as being communication from a praeterhuman intelligence.
Examples include: Dee & Kelley, The Angelic Conversations; Crowley, The Book of the Law; and further back: Moses, The Ten Commandments; and Joseph Smith, The Book of Mormon. (One could also include Blavatsky’s Stanzas of Dzyan, Nema’s Liber Pennae Praenumbra, and an example that Kenneth Grant also gave a number of times, the mammoth and mysterious ‘Kosmon Bible’ Oahspe.)
The primary example here is, of course, Liber AL vel Legis, The Book of the Law, received by Aleister Crowley in Cairo, a chapter at a time during one hour sessions extending from Noon, 8th – 9th – 10th April 1904, dictated by AIWASS – but Michael stressed that there was a period of preparation, with Crowley performing Rites to make ready after first signs of ‘Contact’ via his wife, Rose Kelley.
The first reference to S’LBA is given in an account of a dream from 1939 (‘The Cavern Initiation’) which Grant describes in Chapter 8, ‘Initiation of Aossic’, in his Outside the Circles of Time:
“One night in 1939 I dreamed of entering a winding cavern. At each turning the darkness grew denser so that it came as a shock when, after groping around yet another turning, I was suddenly dazzled by a brilliant light . . . I saw that its source was a mysterious sigil emblazoned on the rock . . . The sigil, although unfamiliar, had for me an instant personal appeal . . . I adopted it instinctively as a secret cypher of my Magical Self . . .”
The whole text of what became known as the ‘Wisdom of S’lba’ included in Outer Gateways started as early as Grant’s dream in 1939, was elaborated during his time with Crowley and then Austin Osman Spare, and then finally reified through New Isis Lodge.
In Beyond the Mauve Zone, Grant describes finally meeting Crowley, when he was coming towards the end of his stay at The Bell Inn, Aston Clinton. It was December 1945, and as they shook hands for the first time the song ‘Shine On Harvest Moon’ was playing on the radio in the background. Grant showed Crowley some of the first fragments of S’lba, and although he was initially “positive” he then sensed a threat to his authority . . .
Above: Kenneth Grant & Aleister Crowley, c.1944.
S’lba was later identified as a ‘Goddess’ enthroned on the ‘planet’ beyond Pluto [=New Isis] from which the Trans-Yuggothian currents were broadcast.
The Wisdom of S’lba was received fragmentarily through various means, including ritual magic in which priestesses of the New Isis Lodge would become oracular. Then there was the long careful process of collating and arranging (and even an attempted interpretation, ‘The Qabalahs of Besqul’ – which is also included in Outer Gateways.)
Michael Staley’s contention is that such received texts are an upwelling of images from a continuum of consciousness, the collective unconscious:
“You might like to bring to mind the image of islands jutting up from an ocean – the more local areas, the shallows, are where we draw down inspiration from.”
Such inspiration is universal, cosmic, comes from the depths of consciousness “outside the human bandwith.”
‘Against the Light: Kenneth Grant’s use of Imagination, Fiction, and Dreaming True’ by EMMA DOEVE.
Emma Doeve’s Work should be well known to readers of this blog, but of particular relevance here is the emphasis that Caroline Wise placed in her Introduction on Emma’s informed, insightful and intuitive Commentary on the Life & Work of both Kenneth Grant and Austin Osman Spare.
There is a secret ingredient to the Work of Kenneth Grant: Dreams & Dreaming. Drawing on the notion of ‘Dreaming True’ put forward in George Du Maurier’s debut novel, Peter Ibbetson – in which two lovers, unjustly separated, find through the strength of their desire they can imagine themselves into each other’s dreams and thus share a life together – then combining with the mechanism of building up the Magical Personality that Dion Fortune describes in her novels, to create the astral equivalent of the ‘composition of place’ put forward by St. Ignatius of Loyola in his Spiritual Exercises, that: “If you put yourself in a posture of prayer, you will feel like praying.”
Grant and his fellow initiates of the New Isis Lodge would significantly build on this, weaving a shared dream-world from the materials they drew from the pulp fictions and weird tales they so much enjoyed together, their beloved H. P. Lovecraft, Arthur Machen, Richard Marsh, Sax Rohmer and Bram Stoker.
As Grant says in the introduction to The Ninth Arch:
“When a lodge comprising skilled magicians dreams – that is, invokes – identical images in concentrated collectivity, the ensuing phenomena become a shared and vivid experience.”
In Against the Light, Grant creates a magical world, often quite a dark world. It is not for nothing that it is subtitled “A Nightside Narrative.” The narrator – “Kenneth Grant” – introduces us to an alleged uncle, the sinister Phineas Marsh Black, MD; an ancestor apparently burned at the stake for Witchcraft, Margaret Wyard; as well as the likes of Aleister Crowley, David Curwen the alchemist, mentions of Clanda the Water Witch from New Isis Lodge; and other members of his family who appear as characters, sometimes in quite startling aspects. Other elements that feed into the mix: Spare’s Spirit-Guide Black Eagle, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Sax Rohmer’s dubious and sinister Orientals.
Right at the beginning we are introduced to the idea of a Grand Grimoire, or – with a play on words – the GRANT Grimoire, or Il Grimorio Grantiano, as this strangest of heirlooms is sometimes called, like their very own family Necronomicon! It materializes and de-materializes, it is found and then lost again, before being re-discovered, but it’s always hovering . . .
The Grant Grimoire weaves in and out, and gradually you realize that the novel itself is the Grimoire, a feat Grant pulls off by a dazzling sleight of hand, weaving into it his own dream material. The erotic imagination quickens the astral medium much more than just mundane daydreaming; how much more a magickally trained Imagination fuelled by Will, which can use the libido as a key to Dream Control.
Later in the book, Uncle Phin tells the narrator: “If you hold it against the light, an altogether different picture will emerge.” [The light from the Yesodic Aethyr almost solidifies at this point and so a bridge or perhaps tunnel materialises to the physical realm of Malkuth, perhaps even overspilling to what lies below, beneath and beyond. It is a time for Dreaming True.] As well as explaining the novel’s title, this passage introduces the kind of sleight of hand – or perhaps eye – that is central to Grant’s magic. The use of techniques that relate to Dali’s paranoia-critical method, Rimbaud’s “total and systematic derangement of all the senses”, and even Da Vinci’s mantic stain.
There’s no doubt that Kenneth Grant was a visionary, and like many such he makes a strong case for the origin of that Vision beginning in childhood’s wondrous apprehension of the numinous.
It is finally revealed that the ‘Primal Grimoire’ that was the source for all of this fascination with magic tales of exotic, far-off lands, and witches and wizards, was a children’s book with a picture of the Sphinx on the cover, much beloved of the young Kenneth Grant.
As the quote from W. B. Yeats at the beginning of the book puts it:
“There is some one myth for every man, which if we but knew it, would make us understand all that he did and thought.”
‘Grant, the Goddess, and a Visualization Journey’ by CAROLINE WISE.
Caroline Wise has worked for Psychic News, managed The Atlantis Bookshop, and also worked at Skoob Books, where she was instrumental in initiating the re-publication of the Work of Kenneth Grant. A longstanding member of the Fellowship of Isis, Caroline has also been a member of the Typhonian Order, and is now associated with Starfire Publishing with her husband, Michael Staley.
One thing unique to Kenneth Grant was his basic conception of Typhon – the monstrous and decidedly male Titan of Greek mythology – as FEMALE, a type of the primal Great Mother, and also that She is the Mother of Set – She is the Mother of the Child, the star-matter from which All things emerge.
He also conceived of Typhon as equivalent to the Egyptian Tauret, or Ta-Urt, the hippopotamus “Mistress of the Birth-House” – also a fierce mother protecting her young.
In Ancient Egypt, the Setian wands were made from hippo tusks, going back to shamanic origins.
Many of these primal goddesses have as their avatars animals that can move between two realms: both Tauret and the frog-headed Hekt can move between land and water, and this is indicative of the starlit earth, the earth open to and receptive to the stars and cosmic radiations therefrom.
Infinite Stars and Infinite Space
If the Milky Way is seen as a glyph of Nuit, then the Great Rift of the constellation Cygnus (The Swan, ‘Hamsa’) equates to Her womb and vulva, from which the Sun is given birth – and many early cultures also believed it was where the soul went to when you died, and where it was also reborn from.
Before Caroline became involved (via Skoob Books) with the world of Kenneth Grant & the Typhonian O.T.O., she had joined the Fellowship of Isis. Most occult orders do not permit the joining of other groups, which was also true of the TOTO, but it seemed to make one exception for the FOI. Derry Robertson, who had co-founded the FOI with his sister, Olivia, had corresponded with Grant; they had exchanged books and he held him in high esteem, and had invited him to join the FOI – but Kenneth declined, saying he couldn’t join another spiritual order because he had his own to run – but he was always supportive of the FOI and wrote that he was “totally for the Goddess.”
Above: Olivia & Lawrence Durdin-Robertson of the Fellowship of Isis.
Caroline described how when she was doing her probationary within the TOTO she was surprised by the similarity of the ritual structure for invoking the Goddess that Grant put forward to those of Olivia’s in the FOI.
Both Grant and Olivia Durdin Robertson felt strongly that the splitting of the atom and the dropping of The Bomb had changed Nature forever, created “a crack in the universe.” Olivia saw an ingress of Isis that would come and “sort us out” (her view was more optimistic), whereas Grant was more pessimistic about our possible fate – but that either way, the Incoming Current had to be prepared for and adapted to.
Kenneth Grant often talked about a Trans-Plutonic planet, and apparently in 1955 he wrote to the Royal Astronomical Society, asking if they had any knowledge of a planet “beyond Pluto” – which he referred to as “New-Isis.” They told him ‘No’ but mentioned that there was an asteroid, ‘42 Isis’, that had been discovered by English astronomer N. R. Pogson in 1856. Unfortunately, they neglected to tell Grant the correct date of Pogson’s discovery, so he never knew that it was in fact what would become his own birthday 68 years later, the 23rd of May!
[In closing, Caroline led us all in a very moving Visualization, in which one ended up looking down into the Black Rift of the whirling Cosmos as if it was a gigantic scrying mirror of the Heavens, through which we were each invited to connect with the Goddess as the Primal Source.]
‘The Art of Steffi Grant and the Typhonian Tradition’ by HENRIK BOGDAN.
“Great art is always simple . . . true art expresses Eternity.” – Kenneth Grant, Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God.
Henrik mentioned that Art is essential to the function of the Typhonian Trilogies – that the text illustrated the pictures as much as the pictures illustrated the text. They totally complement each other. He then proceeded to treat us to a wonderful slideshow of the works of Steffi Grant, accompanied by some appropriate quotes about Art and Magick from Kenneth’s books.
In Outside the Circles of Time, Grant writes concerning Spare, Sime, Dali, Tanguy:
“These artists accomplished a leap into other dimensions and – this is the important point – returned to record their extra-dimensional experiences. This appears to be the crux of the matter, that certain artists entered another dimension and were permitted, or were able, to return to mundane consciousness and leave an account of the Vision. In days of antiquity this was known as the Vision of Pan.”
Above: Artwork by Steffi Grant – The Sign of the Enterer, The Mystic Eye, Shrine of Set, & Priestess of the Fire Snake.
Elsewhere, Grant also mentions the Surrealists Brauner and Delvaux (as well as of course in fiction and poetry Baudelaire, Huysmans, Lautréamont, Lovecraft, Machen, Mallarmé, Rimbaud . . .)
Great art speaks directly to the subconsciousness, and the true artist is able to access other dimensions.
Outside the Circles of Time, p.37: “Yet art, in the true and vital sense, is an instrument, a magical machine, a means of occult exploration which can project the seer into the realm of the Unseen, and launch the waking mind into the seas of the subconsciousness.”
Below: Steffi Grant, self-portrait
Kenneth Grant would use Art as a means of occult exploration, a gateway through which to enter the Mauve Zone. [We are reminded of an anecdote that Mogg Morgan shared after Grant’s death in 2011: “When I was in the OTO (his recension now renamed The Typhonian Order) I remember a friend sent him a book about the French Surrealist artist Yves Tanguy. KG’s eventual response was how much he enjoyed projecting himself into the artist’s creations – this says it all.”]
‘From Central Africa to the Mauve Zone: Gerald Massey’s Influence on Kenneth Grant’s idea of the Typhonian Tradition’ by CHRIS GIUDICE.
Christian Giudice is a doctrinal student in the Department of Literature History of Ideas and Religion, also at Gothenberg University. His particular interests include the influence of Aleister Crowley on later occultists, and influences on the work of Kenneth Grant.
Chris chose a difficult topic: the work of Gerald Massey (29th May 1828 – 29th October 1907), English poet and writer on Spiritualism and controversial ideas of Ancient Egypt, can be quite dry and rather heavy-going, but it is also an essential source for the ideas of Kenneth Grant and the basis of his ‘Typhonian Tradition’ – and he did an excellent job of making it more accessible and opening it up for a non-academic audience.
To introduce Massey’s ‘Egyptosophy’ ( = a pun on ‘Egypt’ and ‘Theosophy’ as his ideas cannot in any way be thought of as orthodox Egyptology), Chris started off by reading Massey’s poem from the opening of his 1,000-page magnum opus of 1907, Ancient Egypt: The Light of the World:
“It may have been a million years ago
The Light was kindled in the Old Dark Land
With which the illumined Scrolls are all aglow,
That Egypt gave us her mummied hand:
This was the secret of that subtle smile
Inscrutable upon the Sphinx’s face,
Now told from sea to sea, from isle to isle;
The revelation of the Old Dark Race;
Theirs was the wisdom of the Bee and Bird,
Ant, Tortoise, Beaver, working human-wise;
The ancient darkness spake with Egypt’s Word;
Hers was the primal message of the skies:
The Heavens are telling nightly of her glory,
And for all time Earth echoes her great story.”
The Egyptian Mysteries form the core of the Western Magical Tradition.
Between 1898 and 1900, Aleister Crowley had learned most of what he would need as basis for his later development from his superiors in the Golden Dawn. Ancient Egypt as a source of supernatural power sanctioned his role as prophet.
Massey is the source for Kenneth Grant’s sense of the afrocentric and physiological basis of Gnosis – “The oldest symbols and religions originate in Africa” – as well as the Myths of the Origin of Typhon and the Birth of Set.
The mysteries transmitted to posterity were physiological in origin.
The Great Goddess was connected with the constellation of The Plough, Goddess of the Seven Stars of the North, Her son the Dog Star, Sothis or Sirius, whose heliacal rising appeared above the horizon just before the inundation of the Nile.
Ta-Urt, also known as Typhon, and Her son Sut or Set.
The term ‘Typhonian’ was used for those who worshipped the Primal Goddess.
Members of the Stellar Cult fled East, taking their wisdom with them, when the Solar worshippers gained the ascendancy.
“It was the god Set I was being called upon to honour . . .” wrote Grant in the Foreword for The Magical Revival (revised edition, Skoob 1991.)
Grant’s major innovation was to link the Typhonian Tradition to Modern Occultism.
Above: Gerald Massey (29th May 1828 – 29th October 1907)
“All ‘others’ are merely forms of oneself” by EDWARD GAUNTLETT.
As well as a lifelong interest in Magick, Edward Gauntlett has studied literature, philosophy and religion to MA level, and is the author of the recently published Shades in Mauve: A History of the Typhonian Tradition (Von Zos, 2015.)
Edward opened with a reference to the Philip K. Dick novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? – also the film loosely adapted from it, Blade Runner – with their shared central concern:
“When is a person really a person?”
He went on to mention the film, The Prestige, in which a character based on the inventor Nikola Tesla creates a kind of teleportation device, which works not just by beaming you across space but by producing replicants, resulting in the very real problem “How do you deal with the other one?”
He then posed a series of questions:
Is mind a product of the brain or is the physical universe a product of mind?
Does our consciousness arise from or consist of the projection of images? Creating the ‘illusion’ of the world?
Is consensus reality just a shared hallucination we all agree on?
All of which was interesting enough, but just sketched out the parameters of . . . something. It seemed like a collection of Notes in search of a Talk.
Edward then began a discussion of the condition of macular degeneration – how the deterioration in eyesight can result in hallucinations because the brain ‘fills in’ the gaps, before referring to H. P. Lovecraft’s short story, Hypnos, which opens with the following lines from another one of Kenneth Grant’s favourites, Baudelaire:
“Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we did not know that it is the result of ignorance of the danger.”
The ‘danger’ is fear / threat of the destruction of the ego
Ramsey Dukes, long before The Matrix, suggested we are already living in a computer-generated Virtual Reality.
Alexandra David-Neel and her tulpa-monk, Dion Fortune and her fenris-wolf: both started to take on objective existence, being seen by other people, and required some effort to be re-absorbed.
What appears to be the physical universe is only images in the mind, we can’t get beyond sensory data.
In closing, Edward summed up:
“The imagination as the image-making faculty is the supreme instrument of both magician and artist.”
After the Talk from Edward Gauntlett, there followed a further presentation from Henrik Bogdan, introducing his new book. We were treated to a slideshow giving an overview of the many different facets of the Work of Kenneth Grant – from his non-fiction and later fiction to a range of magazine articles, rare volumes of poetry, and also the various privately published documents of the New Isis Lodge and the Typhonian Order – accompanied by many rare and even previously unseen images, many of which are reproduced in Kenneth Grant: A Bibliography.
For further details about Kenneth Grant: A Bibliography, Outer Gateways, and all other titles by Kenneth Grant, please go to:
Remembering Felicity Mason, who wrote as Anne Cumming and was born Felicity Anne Cumming on this day, 14th December, in 1917 . . .
‘Sex is a short cut to everything,’ I said. – opening line to The Love Habit.
Heiress, former debutante, British Intelligence Agent, PR to the Italian film industry (where she worked alongside the likes of Pier Paolo Pasolini and Luchino Visconti, and befriended Gore Vidal) and occasional actress, writer, traveller, and pioneering sexual adventurer. She met Brion Gysin, Paul & Jane Bowles, William S. Burroughs, and Hamri the Painter in Morocco in the 1950s, remaining lifelong friends with all. With Gysin in particular she would form a particular close bond, he’ s written about at length in The Love Quest as ‘Max’ – the painter & poet she meets on arriving in Tangier, who then adopts her as his ‘pseudo-sister’ – of whom she said:
“Max was a painter, a poet, and the most interesting man I had ever met. I felt a strange kinship with himm which had nothing to do with sex. He was unique, extraordainry, monstrous and wonderful. I loved him, admired him, respected him, hated him, all by turns . . .
He’s the only man I have loved but never slept with. That must mean something.”
Her erotic adventures as a middle-aged woman – usually with much younger men – were documented in two autobiographical novels, The Love Habit (1977) and The Love Quest (1991), both written under the pen-name of “Anne Cumming” about which Burroughs wrote:
“Anne Cumming is the forerunner of the truly emancipated woman of the future, who is casual about her emancipation. Love affairs, she feels, should provide divertissement, not disillusionment. Sex is something to enjoy, a means of universal communication that bridges the generation gap.”
She was well-known for her encouragement & patronage of artists & writers – Malcom Mc Neill, who collaborated with William Burroughs on the original word-and-image Ah Pook Is Here, attended her Sunday brunches in New York, and shares an anecdote about how she had helped Burroughs through one of his heroin withdrawals in London: “I stood matches at the end of the bed for him to shoot at with his BB gun,” she told me. Brion Gysin’s “apprentice to an apprentice” Terry Wilson was sponsored by her in London (in addition to financing trips to Paris and Tangier to visit Gysin, she also arranged for the publication of his second novel, D-Train, in which she appears as ‘Facility.’) Felicity was also friends with Quentin Crisp in New York, and appears alongside him in the documentary, Resident Alien (1990.) Her two books were adorned with portraits – one of which appears at the top of this page – by the photographer Peter Hujar (who was later lover and mentor to author, artist and AIDS activist, David Wojnarowicz), and she was also known to Keith Haring and Genesis P-Orridge, both of whom had sought her out for her memories of Gysin.
Above: Felicity Mason with Brion Gysin at The October Gallery, 1981.
Felicity continued to be a force to be reckoned with, even after she had been diagnosed HIV positive in her late 60s. I remember meeting her at the London Film-Maker’s Co-Op in the late 1980s, when I played piano on the same bill as readings by Terry, ‘Kaviraj’ George Dowden, and Bob Cobbing. Felicity’s loyalty to the memory of Brion was unmistakable, and she generously shared memories of her lifelong friendship with him, Burroughs, Antony Balch, and others of their circle – including this memorable anecdote concerning Burroughs and his young lover, Cambridge Mathematician Ian Sommerville:
“I once said to Ian, ‘I simply cannot imagine William in bed in a sexual situation . . . what have you got to say about that Ian?’ and Ian said, ‘Creepy kicks, man, creepy kicks . . .’ and then laughed.”
An illustration of Felicity’s memorable character and great generosity is given by musician, former model and DJ, Paul ‘Bee’ Hampshire, who writes:
“She was a gorgeously outrageous & generous creature! She gave me a signed Gysin lithograph just because she found out how much I loved his work. One of my most treasured afternoons in London was having tea and homemade scones with her in her flat.”
In 1992 Felicity appeared at the ‘Here To Go Show’ in Dublin, as Joe Ambrose remembers:
“The Here To Go Show was her last public outing; she was already desperately ill but waded through the rainy streets of Dublin without fear of infection in order to endorse Burroughs and Gysin, her old friends. The Here To Go Show would never have happened without her active support. There was a touching final reunion between her and Hamri -they’d been lovers – in the improbable surroundings of the dining room of the Clarence Hotel . . .”
One of Felicity’s last public appearances, just a few months before she died, was on a TV nude chat show for Valentine’s Day, “to make the point that older people are sexual beings.”
Above: Felicity Mason with Paul Bowles (and in the background Targuisti) at the Reception to accompany the scattering of Gysin’s ashes in Morocco.
She died at the Terence Higgins Trust’s London Lighthouse on 27th August 1993.
Felicity Mason’s two books were both published in the U.K. by Peter Owen Ltd. Regrettably they are both Out Of Print, but can be found fairly easily, and usually quite reasonably priced, Second Hand . . .
There is also surprisingly little information about her available online, but for those looking for Further Reading, the Obituary that appeared in The Independent can be read here:
Also, may we recommend this fabulous piece by Jennie Skerl, which includes both an extensive Profile and an Interview with Felicity – conducted via telephone in 1985 – hosted on the website of the European Beat Studies Network:
(born Helen Emily Woods; 10th April 1901 – 5th December 1968)
“I seem able to dream practically anywhere. It really seems to have been my principal occupation throughout life, which probably explains why I’ve had so little success in the world.”
I first came across the writings of Anna Kavan in my early teens, as the decade that had ended with a grimly gleeful cry of “No Future!” had begun to slide into what would feel like the even more apocalyptic 1980s. The strange attractor of Surrealist paintings as cover-art had already drawn me to Jean Genet’s Miracle of the Rose and Herbert Read’s The Green Child (which, many years later, would form the inspiration for Coil’s ‘I Am The Green Child’), in the Penguin Modern Classics paperbacks featuring Max Ernst’s Europe After The Rain and The Eye of Silence respectively. Then I saw the Picador editions of what are probably still Anna’s two best-known novels, Sleep Has His House and Ice, with reproductions of paintings by the Belgian Surrealist Paul Delvaux.
LIFE IS TENSION or the result of tension : without tension the creative impulse cannot exist. If human life be taken as the result of tension between the two polarities night and day, night, the negative pole, must share equal importance with the positive day. At night, under the influence of cosmic radiations quite different from those of the day, human affairs are apt to come to a crisis. At night most human beings die and are born.
Sleep has his house describes in the night-time language certain stages in the development of one individual human being. No interpretation is needed of this language we have all spoken in childhood and in our dreams . . .
From this opening alone, Sleep Has His House marked out for itself a territory that forever after would cement in my mind the association with Surrealism. Brian Aldiss, who described Kavan as “de Quincey’s heir and Kafka’s sister,” also wrote of her in his essay The Trillion Year Spree as:
“…a woman who, like Mary Shelley, wrote science fiction without knowing it and, in doing so, created one of the great science fiction novels… Some of Ice’s illustrious relations are clear. Kafka for a start… There is also a surrealist vein, as exhibited in some of Cocteau’s work and in the painter De Chirico’s only novel, Hebdemeros.”
Although the passage of time and further reading would only confirm to me that the vision and voice of Anna Kavan were in fact uniquely her own, this singular attempt to create a ‘Language of the Night’ – or at least one adequate to map the experiences and territories thereof – also put her work in company with such fellow travellers as Nightwood by Djuna Barnes and Night Thoughts by David Gascoyne. Coincidentally, Nightwood was one of the very few works by a female writer that Kavan ever acknowledged any admiration for – that and Wide Sargasso Sea, by Jean Rhys. As for David Gascoyne, whether she knew his work or not, Anna very likely would have met him through the good graces of her mentor, protector – and source of legally prescribed drugs – Dr Karl Theodor Bluth, an eccentric Consultant Psychiatrist who had fled Nazi Germany and set up an exclusive practice in West London, catering to troubled artists, poets and writers. In an oft misquoted reference, Gascoyne described a visit to “the sinister Dr. Bluth hammering on a white piano in his Notting Hill Surgery,” before shooting him up with “a mixture of ox-blood and methedrine, Anna Kavan and Conrad Veidt rescued from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari were beneficiaries of the same treatment.”
Much has been made of Anna Kavan’s lifelong battle with anxiety and depression, and the drug-dependency that resulted from her desperate attempts at self-medication – too much, if you ask me. As critic Elizabeth Young observed, “In that Anna Kavan had lifelong access to clean legal drugs, there was no reason for at all why she should not appear cheerful, well-groomed, hard-working and so on.” Overall, her addiction to heroin was a relic of a bygone era of controlled legal prescribing by Private Doctors such as Bluth, and had nothing to do with any sort of ‘Beat’ or Bohemian subculture. Even as subject matter, it barely surfaces in her work, apart from a small handful or fleeting references in one-or-two late short stories that did not see publication until after her death.
If Anna Kavan is remembered at all today it is as a writer resolutely committed, despite everything, to her chosen role as Cosmonaut of Inner Space, mapping the Alien and Other of her own psyche and its acute sensitivity to the world around her in a cool, spare prose that is so often deceptively simple in its eerie but elegant poetry, its paradoxically dreamlike clarity.
But for now I want to turn to her painting . . .
From the scant details given in the two available studies of Anna’s Life and Work, The Case of Anna Kavan by David Callard, and Jeremy Reed’s brilliantly insightful A Stranger on Earth : The Life and Work of Anna Kavan, it would seem she painted very much as she wrote – primarily fulfilling an inner need for imaginative re-creation, and to the dictate of some private discipline that imposed much-needed structure – with little-or-no thought for critical or commercial concerns.
Here is a small selection of some of my favourites of Anna’s images, juxtaposed with quotations from her writings by way of commentary.
In time I found out what it was that the rain whispered. I learnt from the rain how to work the magic and then I stopped feeling lonely. I learnt to know the house in the night way of mice and spiders. I learnt to read the geography of house bones. Invisible and unheard I scampered down secret tunnels beneath the floor boards and walked tightrope webbing among the beams… I transmuted flat daylight into my night-time magic and privately made for myself a world out of spells and whispers.
Sleep Has His House (1948)
How dark it is. The moon must have stolen away secretly. The stars have thrown their spears down and departed. There seems to be nothing except primordial chaos outside the window. Utterly still, utterly alone, I watch the darkness flower into transient symbols. And now there is danger somewhere, a slow, padded beat, like cushioned paws softly approaching. What an ominous sound that is to hear in the night.
Sleep Has His House (1948)
One hot night a leopard came into my room and lay down on the bed beside me. I was half asleep, and did not realize at first that it was a leopard…
The close proximity of this powerful body of another species gave me a pleasant sensation I am at a loss to name.
A Visit, from Julia and the Bazooka (published posthumously, 1970)
I had a friend, a lover. Or did I dream it? So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false; dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head…
Asylum Piece 2, from Asylum Piece, and Other Stories (1940)
Her eyes are fantastic, not like human eyes, two great dark empty holes, through which can be seen a glimpse of the howling wilderness of chaos and outer darkness, of the horror of eternity and ancient night. Only someone whose soul was in China could have such eyes.
My Soul In China (published posthumously, 1975)
The tremendous ocean of leaves, encroaching everywhere on the small open space, fills the air with a green liquid transparency, and this fluid greenery arches up in colossal waves, overhanging and threatening the house… collapses and surges forward in a vast green tide, overwhelming everything… sweeping the girl away…
She turns once; he sees her dilated victim’s eyes gaze wildly, imploringly, at him, before she is engulfed by the assaulting flood.
Mercury (published posthumously, 1994)
Now she was nearly home. Very soon she would be in the midst of the bright insubstantial reality of her dream. The great stars poured out their wonder-light, welcoming, not far away. So brilliant, made of pure diamond-sparkle, they shone in their beauty. She wanted to come to them… to come to them quickly… she kept her wide open eyes fixed on the lustrous stars.
She felt light – lighter than air. And she seemed to be moving towards them with wonderful ease and speed… through silver-black glitterings and cool dark depths, and still deeper darkness, surrounding her… growing deeper… She gazed at the brilliant stars till her eyes filled with darkness; till everything was dark in her head: and the stars, as they set their jewelled wreath on her floating hair, seemed to be trying to give her what she had never been given by human beings.
A Scarcity of Love (privately published, 1956)
I thought of the ice moving across the world, casting its shadow of creeping death. Ice cliffs boomed in my dreams, indescribable explosions thundered and boomed, icebergs crashed, hurled huge boulders into the sky like rockets. Dazzling ice stars bombarded the world with rays which splintered and penetrated the earth, filling earth’s core with their deadly coldness, reinforcing the cold of the advancing ice. And always, on the surface, the indestructible ice-mass was moving forward, implacably destroying all life. I felt a fearful sense of pressure and urgency, there was no time to lose, I was wasting my time; it was a race between me and the ice. Her albino hair illuminated my dreams, shining brighter than moonlight. I saw the dead moon dance over the icebergs, as it would at the end of our world, while she watched from the tent of her glittering hair.
A small catalogue from an exhibition of original artworks by Anna Kavan, with accompanying essays by Jeremy Reed, is still available from Lucius Books :
The majority of Anna Kavan’s works are kept in print by Peter Owen :