1. Written on the night of September 22nd.
“So as each Master [of the Temple] has his own appointed Work to perform in the world, he is cast down into the Sephira suitable for that work. If his function is to be that of a warrior, he would find himself in Geburah; if that of a great poet or composer, in Tiphareth; and so on. He, the Master, inhabits this dwelling; but, having already got rid of it, he is able to allow it to carry on according to its nature without interference from the false Self (its head in Daäth) which hitherto had hampered it.” (Aleister Crowley, Magick Without Tears, Chapter 50.)
Crowley himself was cast down into Chesed—back into Chesed, for that’s the last Sephira on the way up to the grade of Master of the Temple. In hindsight, I think I was in Chesed from winter '13-'14 to winter '17-'18 or thereabouts. It was in winter '13-'14 that I switched almost exclusively to music from before 1600 [see https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/viewtopic.php?p=2536563#p2536563 and https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/viewtopic.php?p=2669184#p2669184]. Before that, my music was mostly Black Metal and Goa Trance, which perfectly fits Geburah (which comes before Chesed). And before that, before I’d found my Holy Guardian Angel in Tiphareth, I listened to songs like [Nick Drake’s] “Place to Be”.
Now I’m not completely sure into which Sephira I’ve been cast down (and of course, this is a system I don’t necessarily completely subscribe to). When I first read the quoted passage, on July 29th, I thought Geburah [see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8uh_kxzuCI&t=2908]. When I found the answer to nihilism, on May 3, I immediately rediscovered Goa Trance [see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=semPLqZ9mH8]. But I did not abandon my “Chesed music”. So maybe my renewed appreciation of Goa, and my increased focus on physical exercise, only serve as a complement. This would mean I was cast down into Tiphareth, which is in between Geburah and Chesed.
To be sure, I’ve also come to a renewed appreciation of my Holy Guardian Angel, Krishna; though I now understand him as an incarnation of the Adi-Buddha rather than of Vishnu (or rather, I understand Vishnu as the Adi-Buddha). And recently, I’ve come to a renewed appreciation of the Doors, Jim Morrison having been very much the precursor of my HGA (though I now think he should have stepped out of the game by winter '68-'69). In any case, my renewed appreciation of all these things is a purified appreciation. Thus there’s been no renewed appreciation of Metal. [With the exception of Absu’s “…And Shineth Unto the Cold Cometh…” (1995 version) [And now their last two album’s, Abzu and Absu.]]
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2. Written on the night of October 10th.
I now think my place may be the 9th sephira, Yesod. After all, my own songs are tonal songs. Now may be the time to sing them again in public—for the children who play in front of my apartment every day, and against the people who live straight across from me and accused me of being in a Satanic sexual children abuse ring this week.
For me the Civil World War has finally truly begun, right here at my doorstep. I will now manifest myself as a Magus, blossoming out of the Master of the Temple who has lived here in obscurity for five months.
Yesterday I re-valued Simon & Garfunkel’s “A Most Peculiar Man”, which along with all that kind of music (Nick Drake, for one), I assign to Netzach, the 7th sephira. 'Tis the sphere of Venus. Yesod is the sphere of the Moon, by the way.
Today I re-valued Satyricon’s “Black Lava”, Tool’s “Schism” and “Reflection”, and FSOL’s My Kingdom and Lifeforms EPs. The former I assign to Geburah, but I suppose I should assign the latter to Hod, the 8th sephira. I’ve never felt much affinity with Hod, though I think most people would assign me to it, especially online.
Volcano was a gift from my brother, Tool I associate with my friend Lau if anyone (though also with Robin), but FSOL I associate mostly with Robin (though also with Lau). Lau and Robin lived on different canals in the center of Amsterdam; I grew up at Prinsengracht 803, with a view of the Rijksmuseum. I am the grandson (and son) of Rein de Waal!
Right now I’m re-valuing DiDACtici by De Amersfoortse Coöperatie (not all tracks), and Jah Wobble’s “Songs of Innocence” and “Tyger Tyger” (I already re-valued “Lonely London” earlier). […] Yesod is the middle ground between Netzach and Hod, and I associate DAC with Yesod—as I do my own songs. ‘The stars above would rain their marvel down’; compare:
“When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb really make thee?”
But I suppose it’s really about gathering all these things together, so maybe my place is still in Tiphareth, the Christ-center, one of whose magickal images is a sacrificed God. This may be the beginning of my endgame—and the beginning of Nietzsche’s Great Noon. But I’ve felt that way before.
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3. Written on the night of October 31st.
I still think my place is in Tiphareth. It just means I may make forays into the lower sephiroth—and thereby even into tonal music.