The Occult Observer v1 n2 1949
The Occult Observer v1 n2 1949
The Occult Observer v1 n2 1949
**>• 85 S
: w .
r*f>'
P r ic e 2S. 6 d .
P o s ta g e 3 d .
THE
OCCULT
OBSERVER
A Q u a r te r ly J o u r n a l o f O c c u ltis m ,
A r t a n d P h ilo s o p h y
CONTENTS
The Dignity of Occultism
Marxism and the Occult ELI
Percival at Corbenic A P o e m by Rachel TAYLOR
OCCULT OBSERVER
Volume One Number Two Summer, 1949
IF VISIONS
If visions could be frozen,
And wraiths of Babylon
In ghostly gold and purple
And gods they gazed upon,
Again our eyes illumined,
The roses of our day
Would vanish into vapour;
Our art would burn away.
If visions could be frozen,
Lost Eden’s beauty rise,
And Pan’s frail piping echo
Old faerie rhapsodies,
Our senses would be wedded
every flower and bird;
The gods of golden ages
Would once again be heard.
★ ★ ★
Editorial
THE DIGNITY OF OCCULTISM
In the beginning there are the small darknesses: the
mind in chaos, and for many there is no Genesis. They
are born and they move and they die within a long night.
Cradled in chaos, they drift, indifferently on, without
curiosity or purpose; and of such is the kingdom of the
unawakened.
Now for a few the waters of the mind are suddenly
stirred: whether through vision or voice, there flashes the
swift light of the soul; darkness is rent and the senses
65
know they have been sleeping. But bright intimations
reveal more than a purpose; they reveal that somewhere
are hidden Eldoradoes, bright territories, the Hesperides,
veiled and welcoming. Yet these secret territories are
neither forbidden nor imaginary; neither have the
mysteries been lost nor forgotten; but the way to these
places must be earned, and inflated values about oneself
will not be recognized.
When the mind reaches more profound levels, it dis
covers a richness as though thought had been dipped into
reservoirs of royal dye—tyrian purples of the imagination
—activities and relationships to godlike forms and celes
tial matters; and these flash hints and volts of wisdom;
fragments from a cosmic unity; messages from secret
citadels.
Occultism is essentially aristocratic; though its boun
daries are wider than this world, it demands from its true
subjects integrity and straightness. Thus few discover or
are permitted to find the secret door. Beyond all the
mysteries reigns wisdom, whose qualities dignify, whose
understanding raises up those who would follow from the
dust and decay of this world.
Glib solutions by scientists only solve material dis
comforts, but completely fail in the subtler fields of
phenomena. Crude reasoning has led to a monstrous
and paralysing dark, though with the use of reason and
mechanics faith and muddled theologies could no longer
be acceptable; for the traditional religions had long ago
cast aside the spiritual mechanics called under other
names: magic, alchemy, divination and astral forces—
with the taunt of‘paganism and idolatry’, but left a gulf,
a place without foundations; a state of emptiness to be
filled in by theological phantasy and scientific specula
tion; though neither intelligible to the intuition nor to
the reason; for both emphasized in the narrowest of
limits—human dogma.
It is an unhappy fact that the sciences either ignored
66
r
77
PERCIVAL AT CORBENIC
RACHEL ANAND TAYLOR
Is it lost, the lonely sea-road of pine and cypress and laurel
That leads to the Sacred Castle over the spun sea-spray?
To the hushed white hall still strewn with its ivory roses and
coral
Does the Masque of the Lance and the Cup take its
marvellous mournful way?
Who is the jasmine-pale Damsel that bears the Mazer
Over her head with its pointed coif and floating veil?
Who is the Weeper behind her? Clothed in soft silver and
azure,
Who is the Adon-boy that carries the Spear of the Graal?
And what of the Fisher-King, carved on the bier of his
trances,
Waiting with smooth-combed curls in his Easter white
and gold
Mid his vigil of paladins, poised as from ritual dances,
That wear the Sign of the Dove, whose beauty shall not
grow old?
Still stands the destined Knight, aloof in his passionate
patience,
His hand over his eyes? Is he doomed to fulfil or to fail?
Shall he dare the hells and the heavens of the strange
illuminations,
Initiate at last of the dread mysterious Graal?
Lo! Is he here and now, Love’s own ethereal Lover,
To speak the miraculous Word, unseal the Sterile Hour
With his muted violin voice, that the Wounded King recover
And all the wild Waste Land sing into fruit and flower?
That all the sad Waste World, by its Five rejoicing Rivers
Be washed of its blood and tears, an Earthly Paradise ,
The vines and wheat and roses reply to the Word that delivers
And ships ride white in their havens, and stars come back
to their skies?
But the Courtesy of the Graal is long long since passed over:
Even through the Spring and the jonquils, rides hither no Logos, no
Lover.
78
THE GREAT ZODIAC OF
GLASTONBURY: I
By ROSS NICHOLS
h- J lU w .. ^ 5*4.
Two New Astrological Rules
In studying your own map, you may know too well
that disobliging square, that easy-way-out trine. You
may even have tried the magic word synthesis and lo!
it stares at you from the mirror. Same old face!
Perhaps, you come to think, the Puritans who spoke
disapprovingly about ‘drawing aside the curtain of the
future’ were in the right of it for the future, even the fami
liar blend of ‘rain with bright periods’ or ‘fair weather
with occasional showers’ can sound extremely dull.
Now the Puritans were talking through their tall hats,
for the future, as a static landscape with an iron curtain
in front of it, is just a nightmare. The only way to im
prove the future is by being different now. Right now.
Just forget about the map of your nativity for a moment
and come back to the fact it symbolizes. Your father
begat you, your mother conceived you and brought you
forth. Father, Mother, Child.
In astrology, the signs may be analysed as four ele
ments in three modes. The modes are: Cardinal, or the
generation of power; Fixed, or the concentration of
power; and Mutable, or the distribution of power.
These three modes correspond to the roles of the family
trinity. The father, whatever his sun-sign, is generative;
the mother, no matter how positive her sun-sign may
be, is concentrative, and the child is distributive, all in
relation to each other. If sign and function agree, as in a
Cardinal sign-father and a Fixed sign-mother, there may
be an easier pattern, but not necessarily a brighter child.
It seems reasonable to remember that the native of a
horoscope is not a special creation, and that his parents
do come into the picture.
The rule for the first stage in rejuvenating your horo
scope is: Find the sun-signs ofyour parents and relate them to
your own sun-sign.
The practising astrologer will raise some points here.
He will recall that parents are frequently clearly marked
88
. .•!. •. I . t .i
in their child’s horoscope by planets. Saturn in a posi
tion to restrict may be the perfect symbol of a repressive
father. Jupiter, weakly placed, may be no benefic but
the symbol of a foolishly indulgent mother.
A second objection may be that the Sun in a child’s
horoscope is traditionally held to represent the father;
similarly the Moon may represent the mother; when the
child becomes adult, his parents no longer control him.
These objections are perfectly valid within the frame
work of an ordinary reading, although they may be
dangerous if taken by themselves, but they have no
bearing upon the validity of this new rule which does not
deal with the parents as named persons with specific
colour, shape and nationality, but as representatives of
the pure power of the zodiacal signs concerned.
The second stage of the rule is: Regard your father's
sign as indicative of yourfuture, your drive; your mother's sign as
indicative of your inheritance on mental and emotional levels.
The value of considering the three sun-signs quite
apart from the horoscope is that questions of character
and destiny do not arise. You are considering the signs
simply as channels of power.
Parents' Signs Mean Freedom
Prediction about the future is one of the least desirable
branches of professional astrology for it tends inevitably
towards fatalism; it is hard for the amateur to avoid the
conclusion that failure stares him in the face when cer
tain patterns form. Study of your father’s sun-sign,
divorced from aspectual considerations, will swing you
free from a sense of fatality. No matter which one of the
twelve it may be, that sign will give you a dynamic
quality in all you undertake. And if you feel the need of
garnered experience, draw treasures from your mother’s
sun-sign and transmute them for your own use. You will
then be well-prepared for whatever life may bring. The
recognition of your parents’ sun-signs may be a very
D 89
effective method of freeing you from your physical and
psychical inheritance, often a burden and a breeder^of
compulsive activity.
‘Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running
back,5wrote Emerson and many so-called psychological
treatments are of the pitchfork variety. It is not enough
to recall infantile conflicts with authority to free your
own healthy impulses; the particular incident may be
resolved and the ghost of the parent laid; but if the
procedure be done without true understanding, the
result is amputation. We must make a cure out of the
disease. By accepting our parents’ sun-signs, we not
only free ourselves from compulsions, we also free them:
an important point. The old commandment ‘Honour
thy father and thy mother5, may then find a new inter
pretation.
The Link Between Past and Future
We are linked for life to our parents’ sun-signs; but we
should break the tangled psychic chains, forged in
infancy and adolescence, as soon as possible and, by an
act of will, accept instead the relationship with the two
signs. The psychological gain will be tremendous. You
will free yourself, you will free your parents; and new
currents of inner sympathy will flow between you. This
part of the process is, perhaps, even more important
when parents are dead than when they are still living
for our memories of the dead are too often a mixture of
remorse and resentment, or else, with pious withdrawal,
we embalm them; in the one case we poison ourselves, in
the other, we promote spiritual gangrene. To make a
new link with the sun-signs will bring to us two currents
of energy which will perpetually renovate our psychic
structures. And if the parents are alive, we shall be able
to look at them as human beings instead of as gods
turned monsters.
When you have accepted the two additional sun-signs,
90
r. ■*cr£r<
you will find that the limited importance of your own
sun-sign has been replaced by stability of structure. To
gain meaning from your sun-sign in natal astrology, you
look anxiously to see its relationship with the planets.
This new rule, for the time being, leaves the planets
outside.
Take this triangle with you as earlier you may have
taken a trine involving Jupiter in ill-balanced enthusiasm
or a square relating to Saturn in shrinking depression.
Take it with you, and let the Moon wax and wane,
Mercury go retrograde and direct and Uranus send out
his lightnings unheeded.
Students of Oriental systems may regard the three
signs as vehicles for Atma-Buddhi-Manas, and here the
accent on your own sign must go. Atma—the will, the
father-sign; Manas—thought, the mother sign; these two
are united by Buddhi, love-wisdom, your own sign which
illumines the two. It has a special meaning for you
between the future you create and the past you investi
gate and make your own. When you cease to place an
accent on it, in the sense of fatality, it will give to you
that unpredictable sense of grace which, like beauty,
only comes when it is not directly sought nor demanded
as a reward for services rendered. It will be the fore
runner of the development of intuitive understanding,
an essential for mastery in the art of astrology.
★
TREE FORMS AND N ATU R E SPIR IT S
By ERNEST HOPKINS
From Veils of the Invisible, a Manuscript
I l i U V W k iliU o
1 f\.\ W | fl HI
wanderer. And I was aware of a great multitude of those
beings which have been known in the Principality from
the remotest days of Celtic antiquity as ‘tylwyth teg’ or
‘bobe bach’—those little people who are identical with
the fairies of Saxon folk-lore. And how fatuously has our
vaunting science sought to discredit the underlying truth
of many a legend of the unseen still potent to delight the
trusting innocence and natural intuition of many a gifted
child! Would, too, that some true scientist, fortified by
erudition, would come forth in all his courage to assert
to an incredulous world how much more of truth there is
in Aladdin’s magic lamp, the wondrous beanstalk, or the
glass slipper, than in a myriad fairy tales bearing fan
tastic titles about an ‘expanding universe’ and the like!
The trees formed the audience of a remarkable ritual
which was proceeding in the centre of the glade. The
first thing I noticed about them was that, in addition to
the special atmosphere of the locality, they further im
pressed the soul as having captured, by their deep in
audible respiration, a coppery quality of vigorous light
which impressed itself on every branch and leaf, till I
found myself thinking that, even on the most Stygian
boreal night, when scarce the steely glimmer of so much
as one star might be discerned athwart the tossing in
tricacy of muscleless arms above, the roughest as the
smoothest stems would yet radiate a dim cheering
luminousness on the benighted stranger, comforting him
even to the hour when dawn might bless the errant
world anew. To-day, however, I enjoyed not only the
twin atmospheres of fragrant air and resinous timber,
intensified to the point of visibility, but also a balmy
warmth of sunlight filtered and sifted after a thousand
hazy fashions. But the most remarkable feature of all
about that vigilant circle yet remains to be told: tiered
and terraced like some populous amphitheatre of old, it
showed me every known species of tree, such as had never
flourished together in one clime, but were to-day united
92
by some exquisite witchery which now perplexed human
eyes for the first time with the brilliance of unaccus
tomed pleasure.
Many there were whose names I could not recall, if
ever I had heard them. The humble hawthorn I beheld
towering gigantically, while the slender-waisted willow
fearlessly partnered some eminent oak of prodigious
girth and venerable mien. The lilac bloomed profusely,
most delicate of charmers; and in incredible friendship
stood the luxuriant palm side by side with one silent
pine redolent of the loneliest Baltic uplands. Biscayan
olives were prolific there, too, plantain and mango,
‘nectarine and curious peach’ and many an anonymous
fruit of untold scarcity. My own favourite, the beech,
forking at tremendous height, reared vastness of ever sub
dividing boughs beyond the reach of sight, while round
him, like some gorgeous monarch’s satellites, spread
tangled regions of bamboo cane. There grew the banyan
next to the birch, and yonder exotic giant must surely
be the Californian sequoia in all his aloof supremacy.
The very bank Ophelia wandered, her sweetness un
alloyed in the shadow of death, was replete with all its
tiny blossoms, drooping pathetically yonder: yet from it
rose the Lebanese cedar, famed in Hebrew song, to add
yet further sublimity to this Welsh scene.
Yew, fir, elm, ash, what need to name them all?
There they held their world congress, and I was the sole
representative of the orphan outcast race whose name
has become as Ishmael’s. Yet what they meant to tell
me was still unclear, and might have remained so, even
if I had summoned up sufficient temerity to call on any
familiar seeming one for a spokesman. So I turned my
gaze with added interest to the centre of the glade.
The Flower of All Flowers
The moment I did this, a complete attunement was
established between myself and the proceedings there.
93
Like a lofty hollyhock, or vast sunflower, yet unlike
either, now manifold petalled to the eye, now belled in
stupendous daffodil wise, grew the most glamorous and
tallest flower that ever had been seen, so that its Protean
face burned and beamed at the level of my eyes, now
toxic like a poppy, now meditative as a pansy, now
simple as a daisy, or intricate again as the many-con
voluted rose whose secrets dwelt yet freshly in my
memory. Lily and tulip in one, how shall I describe
thee, O universal scented, save by repeating paradoxes
till imagination wearies and can gather no more? The
most astonishing thing, however, about the Magic
Flower (the only name it bears in Elfin lands), was its
rapidity of transformation, which enabled it, as I have
hinted, to run the whole gamut of the graces of all
possible gardens in a few brief seconds, only to begin all
over again, striking out a new series of yet more delicious
variations of the one floral descant which has borne
witness to the work of the nature spirits ever since the
vegetal phase of our creation began. And the sturdy
watchfulness of the trees might have become insufferably
awesome to me, had not that rich smile of fluid gold
continued to mollify their arcane austerity.
The workers on the flower who were constantly calling
all manner of scintillations from the surrounding atmos
phere, appeared to be in the likeness of two sexes, like
ourselves, but with one important difference, for I
observed at the outset, that no attraction was ever felt
by one towards another without adequate return; while
their bodies interpenetrated one another so completely
as to become indistinguishable for short spells: after
which they parted swiftly and cleanly, to resume their
labours with great joy. There were seven hierarchies of
them, each dyed from sensitive head to tapering feet in
one of the colours of the solar spectrum: except that in
every group the diaphanous, elongated wings which
sprang from the shoulders showed all seven colours, the
94
typical hue of the class being always dominant, however.
Nevertheless, each fairy had the wings patterned in a
unique design of his or her own. I gathered they were
very proud of this personal feature, albeit in an alto
gether innocent way: for all manner of strife and com
petition are quite unknown among them. They have
thus all the individuality they can need or know of, being
tirelessly devoted to one common toil.
The customary theory of colour gives three primary
shades, blue, yellow, and red, between which no relation
is presumed, unless it be a certain ratio of wave-lengths.
Their blending is held to produce a pure white light, but
this is really quite an inconsistent theory. Attempts to
mix these pigments actually produce melancholy, in
determinate colours very often, deficient in brilliance
as are none of the originals. The secondary colours,
however, are quite readily obtained by blending blue
and yellow to make green, blue and red to make violet
or purple, and yellow and red to yield orange. The
seventh of the hues into which all light is broken on
passing through a prism remains something of a mystery.
It differs but slightly from violet, though it is held to con
tain yellow also; yet rather than being lighter, it is per
ceptibly darker. Also, indigo might be expected to
occupy a terminal position, before violet or after red,
instead of which it is found between violet and blue.
This puzzling uniqueness, this position that should
be conclusive, yet somehow remains otherwise, I found
characteristic of the indigo fairies also. They, no less
than the others, collected atoms industriously, extracting
inconceivably subtle essences from them and poising
themselves alertly in positions about the head of the
flower; but, while the other groups completed their
several contributions with spontaneous glee, the indigo
fairies appeared to withdraw again, their endeavours not
fully accomplished. It was a mystery almost impossible
to make wholly explicit. And their whole bearing was
95
distinguished by a gravity quite foreign to the other six
classes of their companions.
The Radiations of Flower Fairies
These, indeed, carried on their labours with that rapid
efficiency, coupled with a cheerful irresponsibility, which
normally distinguishes a class of girls busily employed on
needlework. The division of their duties seemed to be
almost exclusively determined by the order of certain
vibrations and the resulting pigments: while in each
class it could still be discerned that a few were more
evolved and alert than the remainder. These, however,
so far from arrogating to themselves any false sense of
superior authority, or displaying any arbitrary manner
ism, were especially considerate and pleasant in the
constant assistance and encouragement they afforded
their less fortunate companions. Turn by turn, I silently
concentrated my mind on each category, realizing as I
did so that their toil was momentous to man himself,
remote from his concerns as it might have been con
sidered; for they were obviously embodying some of the
eonian forces, in a manner exempt from that planetary
discipline which often undoes the best intentional en
deavours of human schools of esoteric lore; and I antici
pated that the beneficial radiations thus concentrated
would continue to make themselves felt without apparent
diminution for a period of several thousand years.
It is a process resembling that known to the modern
physicist as ‘radioactivity’. Interesting to us at this point
is the calculation which has been made of the ‘half life
periods’ of certain of the grosser elements. The con
clusion reached is that the discharge referred to con
tinues to undergo equal division ad infinitum; thus being
never exhausted at all within the field of time and space;
for i +i +i +T^, etc., is a series which can never reach
unity.
In our common conception, the strengthening of a
96
colour causes it to become less luminous, and of a grosser
degree of materiality: but the fairies, being composed of
the actual substance of light, not of its reflections from
more or less opaque bodies, an opposite rule prevailed
here: so that the most delicately violet fairies emitted a
radiation less charming by far than those whose purple
deepened into heliotrope. A worthy name, for it was an
occult sunlight indeed which shone richly forth from
their virtual swarthiness! And it was from a small
minority almost sable in their sunniness that I derived a
clear realization of the nature of the virtue they were
concentrating for the secret blessing of the human race
at some future period of emergency happily yet hidden
from our furthest sighted apprehension.
Few human languages have existed in a settled form,
or displayed unbroken continuity, for more than a trivial
fraction of our planetary history. And though being,
like its concreter products, conditioned, though by no
means wholly determined, by the mould in which it
operates, the attribution of mere names to realities so
profound, and natures so expansive, as the psychic and
spiritual virtues, is almost sure to lead to misunder
standing.
But the violet virtue was essentially cultural: like the
collective mood of a group of artists drawn together into
some most fortunate meeting, where differences of up
bringing, temperament and experience, so far from
producing conflict, serve only to heighten and clarify
the creative individuality of each member of the school,
while also diffusing a generalized atmosphere which
each acknowledges with a permanent gratification all of
his own. In the violet petals and sepals of the magic
flower are held in suspense or solution innumerable
lyric scintilla, harmonious views of landscape, or per
haps the human countenance at its most expressive,
noble sculptures or buildings, and superbly concerted
symphonies.
97
The Creation of Precious Stones
The secret significance ofjewels, discussed by Blavatsky
in relation to Apollonius of Tyana, that wonder-worker
esteemed in his time little, if any less highly, than even
Jesus, came into my mind as I absorbed more and more
of that loveliest and most inward of the six colours, so
that I doubted not how new and ever more precious
stones were being built up in the secret recesses of the
earth, and ended by wondering what mighty Sage, born
under an appropriate planetary influence, might eventu
ally be the first wearer of some flashing, consummately
chiselled stone of identical hue to that in which I now
luxuriated, while endeavouring to bring my understand
ing to completion. Yet in course of this meditation, I
never lost sight of the human group to which it related:
indeed, I found myself more and more definitely re
leasing my own store of accumulated vitality in the hope
that the great love I had sensed might flourish the
sooner, a nucleus of realization in a society still largely
dominated by the psychology of frustration and futility.
P A T T E R N S O F C U L T U R E AND
C O SM IC PLAN
By Dr. W. B. CROW
103
/
APHORISM S O N OBSERVATION
By QILESTOR
''For he hath the blessings of Uriel and seeth high and low: the
secret strength of adamant places and the source of the rafters of
the rainbow. His sight is with the wing, the petal and the rock.
His sight is in the heart of man and can weigh his sorrows; his
sight can measure conceit and innocence. For he hath the blessings
of Uriel the deep-sighted Angel.’
The Universe is based on reason and mechanics. Its
emptiness is only apparent, all is activity with meaning.
And the spiritualized mind expects the unexpected. The
commonplace scene may reveal a mystery, the air a
hidden pulsation; within stillness, great activities lapping
the uppermost fringes of perception. The essences, stored
in the vats of a profound consciousness, overflow, gush
and cascade in rainbow richness till such a mind is en
throned in the blazonries and symbols of the cosmic
archives.
To one with full awareness space is no longer empty;
influences no longer invisible. The atmosphere pulsating
and rhythmic and infinite in extension. The seed of an
idea is seen almost simultaneously as a magnificent tree;
ideas possess a royal richness.
There are no trivialities to the illuminated mind; all is
significant. Size has no value; only quality and intensity.
To observe with intensity is to dig deep; to observe
shallowly is to be superficial however much information
be obtained.
1 ir r m
continue the Assertions. The truth about anything is not
arrived at by Argument, but by Experiment and
Observation. I ’m a professional working artist, and a
professional writer. I don’t argue. I'm an ideopraxist. I
read any amount of stuff that I don’t agree with and
don’t like, but I don’t start any argumentation about it.
I counter it and destroy it by making the Positive Asser
tion based upon observation and experiment. And if you
don’t like what I’m saying about Modem Art, you must
either ignore it, or find your own way of counter
acting the effect of my assertions. But argue with you,
I will not—for very good magical reasons, and not because
I don’t know how to argue. Argument is not merely a
waste of time and energy, but leads always to exactly
what the congenital ‘democrat’ doesn’t expect—intel
lectual dogmatism based upon word-quibbling. (Example:
Marx’s ‘dialectical materialism’ and the resultant Com
pulsory Slave-Labour Police State).
What I wrote in Part I of this essay (see occult
o b se r v e r for May, 1949) was written long before Sir
Alfred Munnings kicked over the traces and spilled some
‘horse sense’ about certain aspects of Modern Art, and
especially about the ‘art’ of Henry Moore. While that
kick-up in a horse-box was going on, a young dance-
band musician who reacted strongly against the
Munnings’ outburst, nevertheless, on the spur of the
moment gave the following vivid description of some of
Moore’s wartime drawings of human beings—‘They
look like Anderson shelters made of slippery-elm’.
And blitzed human beings, huddled together in fear,
did look like that. I saw plenty of them. And that is the
first indictment. Moore was drawing (with artful dis
tortion that exaggerated the magical, or psychic, over
charge of his subject) fear-stricken human beings. He
painted what was all around him—Fear. He concen
trated upon a subject charged-up and over-charged with
Bomb-Terror.
IX3
1
».**hi*afcBnL
hmi i n n m i 11 Trim
not worth expressing in paint or anything else, but that
by expressing their warped, stunted, and all-too-often
shockingly deformed ‘psychic entities’ (there’s a couple
of stupidly intellectualized jargon-words for you, when
the word ‘spirits’ has far more accurate meaning!) they
are spewing invisible poison-dew upon metals, plants,
animals, men—in fact, the entire universe.
If all that happened was a clutter of worthless can
vases daubed with paint, it would not matter very much.
But Blood Cults and Slave States grow like fantastic
monsters out of the ‘harmless’ (God help us!) daubing
and dabbing of men and women whose spirits are either
‘dead’ or crippled. ‘By their fruits ye shall know them’—
and their fruits are mostly Dead Sea produce, petrified
pods of dehydrated Poppycock that burst at a glance and
give forth the death-whiff of the Living Dead.
Those Who Know know that the visible (clubfoot)
deformity of Dr. Josef Goebbels had its magically evil
effect upon his poisonous propaganda. Ugliness begets
ugliness: like begets like.
Nor is it ‘blind chance’ that the Catalan painter,
Pablo Picasso, now a man of sixty-eight, should take an
active part in the Communist-sponsored Paris demon
stration of Sunday, 24th April, 1949, in which (the Press
reported) ‘tens of thousands of delegates chanted, “We
will never fight against Russia!” ’ and in which ‘youth
groups marched in uniform’, while Mr. Zilliacus, M.P.
for Gateshead, ‘took the salute’ with other well-known
Left-wing fellow-travellers. Picasso’s ‘art’ is harsh,
irritable, angry, and full of hatred and revenge. It
therefore creates the psychic atmosphere in which the
Mass-Slave-Labour Police State of Soviet Communism
can take shape and flourish. It is the ‘art’ of Dead
Materialism. And although Hitler ‘hated’ it and would
not have it in Nazi Germany, it was, nevertheless, one of
the occult forces that brought Hitler and Hitlerism to
power—since every form of Fascism is, in fact, the in-
117
evitable by-blow of Communism, as Communism is the
by-blow of Capitalism. They are all three alike: and like
begets like, only more so!
V
The Artist and his Technique
We have now made the following assertions:
1. The artist is a magician, whether he knows it or not.
2. Art has a Good or Evil effect upon the whole community.
3 The artist has a responsibility to the community as a
whole.
4. The artist using Good Magic does not paint horrible
subjects.
And we will now add:
5. The artist using Good Magic does not use a horrible
technique.
What is meant by that? Fancy having to explain!
That shows the degree of cultural demoralization already
reached. A horrible technique is one that creates the
sensation o f ‘dissociation’, and, by creating the sensation
(through the mortal eye) assists in bringing about actual
dissociation in the dictionary meaning of that word.
(‘Separation; disunion;—opposite of association;—the dis
solution or breaking up of complex mental states, as in dis
orders of personality.’—Webster's International Dictionary).
A horrible technique (one that creates, or ought to
create, a sense of ‘disorder’ in the psyche of the looker)
is composed of (1) harsh, angular, and broken lines;
(2) representations of harsh, angular, and broken planes',
(3) ‘shrill’, ‘screaming’, ‘muted’, or ‘murky’ colour; (4)
‘blotched’, ‘spotted’, ‘erupted’, or ‘muddled’ brushwork,
or pigment-laying.
The work—or rather, the dreary ‘doodling’, splodges,
squirts, and constipated corrugations—of the majority
of modern artists (so-called and self-styled) shows all
the above signs of dissociation; and therefore the work is
Evil, because, by Sympathetic Magic, as well as by
Coritagious Magic, the looker-at-the-picture (whether
118
1
he knows it or not) is, to this or that degree, devitalized in
spirit, mind, and body, and so is more than ever liable
to be enslaved by mass-cults projected and enforced by
governing cliques and power-lusting dominators. Re
member: That is Evil which devitalizes and enslaves.
Modern Art devitalizes and enslaves because it (i) sets
up images of the Decay and Disorder now only too
visible in the world; and (2) represents these images by
means of techniques that make Decay and Disorder
strangely fascinating.
The result of Modern Art (dating from about 1900)
upon the individual, and therefore upon the community,
is what anyone with a grain of common sense—let alone
‘occult knowledge’—would expect: i.e. dissociation
(‘disorder of personality’) exhibiting every phase and
form of spiritual, psychological, and physical ill-health,
from nervous tension to ‘borderline case’, and so to acute
insanity.
Disordered artists paint disordered pictures and produce dis
ordered communities.
Yes, I know how you (most of you) hate to be told this,
and how you will want to argue and argue about it, in
the hope of finding some word-quibble to show that I am
wrong. But if you have the ability and the courage to
experiment with disordered pictures upon ordinary citi
zens, you will find that I am right, and that, by giving
systematic ‘doses’ of this pictorial poison, your victims
will show definite signs of increased nervous disorder,
irritation, lack of energy, dullness, depression, senseless
spasms of anger, foolish bouts of sniggering laughter,
sleepiness during the day, broken sleep at night, bad
dreams, a tendency to talk aloud to themselves without
being aware of doing so, headaches, skin eruptions, and a
whole host of so-called ‘minor ailments’ that they never
suffered from before.
But why not try a healing picture, instead? Or don’t you
know that there is such a thing, or what, exactly, it is?
ii9
THE BEE IS STRONG
R. MEDNIKOFF
‘There’s magic in them words,’ «
God’s carcase said to me,
‘magic an’ love.
‘Stand quiet as you like an’ think on ’em—
‘the bee is strong.
‘Always remember when you’re needin’ heart-strength
‘that the bee is strong.
‘An’ that’s what I tells myself
‘when I’m a-fearin’ for me creatures—
‘remember the bee is strong.
‘Then I stops me fussinV
That’s the talk he gave to me;
an’ so I set to watch the bees a-buzzin’ by.
‘You’re strong,’ he says, ‘I tells ’em,
‘but they just kep’ on buzzin’ by.’
Now that’s what happened more than long ago,
but ’twas only yesterday the magic of them words first came
me way.
Aye, the bee is strong;
strong with love that’s strong with purpose.
An’ now I’m knowin’ me own bee’s been buzzin’ about near
hopeless
in this busy world of tragedy.
‘When you’re needin’ heart-strength, remember,* he said,
‘the bee is strong.’
Heart-strength I’m needin’ now,
an’ now I, the bee, am strong;
strong with love that’s strong with pity for its purpose.
An’ the pity is I’ve little for so big a need.
O world, a-hivin’ in hate but needin’ pity,
remember
the bee of love is strong.
120
ALEISTER CROWLEY
A Biographical Note
B y G. J. YORKE
CODA
A Summary
In this second number the net of occultism has been
spread more widely than in the first. In the Dignity of
Occultism the Editor in this approach explains the secrecy
of occultism by showing the essential sacredness of the
subject and its development in opposition to materialism
and dogma through the centuries. On the political
plane, eli applies the test of occult beliefs and symbol
ism to Russia, and finds distinct evidence of the repeated
use of the symbols of black magic, as well as of an utter
opposition of doctrines between Marxism and both
occultism and Christianity. An evocation of the Ar
thurian legend in verse, Percival at Corbenic by rachel
a n a n d t a y l o r , precedes the first part of an exposition of
the Glastonbury Z°diac by ross n ic h o l s , in which he traces
the history of the Zodiac and sets forth the observations
which, if the deductions drawn are correct, make North
126
Somerset’s artificial topography the most interesting
archaeological, cultural and even philosophical dis
covery of the century. He proceeds to relate this to the
Druidic beliefs, an undertaking which will be completed
in the next issue in a survey of certain of these giant signs.
The practical astrologer is then given suggestions by
ju lia n sh a w how to Rejuvenate Your Horoscope by applying
new rules bringing in the parental horoscopes also, the
due recognition of which brings freedom to the individual.
A singularly beautiful series of pictures of the invisible
processes of creation by spirits follows in Tree Forms and
Nature Spirits by ernest h o pk in s ; archetypal trees and
flowers and the work of the beings known as fairies are
described in some detail: d r . w . b . c ro w demonstrates
the parallel patterns in all religions in Patterns of Culture
and Cosmic Plan, and points out the need of democracy for
guidance by the great world teachers in order to draw
out man’s latent powers.
quaestor ’s pithy Aphorisms on Observation precede
george h . brooks ’ Symbolism of the Eagle. This traces the
content of the bird’s meaning from India and Egypt
right through to a present-day play on the London stage
and to its significance in psychoanalysis.
jo h n h a r g r a v e continues his fervent denunciation of
Black Magic in Modern Art, much of which he finds
chaotic and having affinities with materialism and the
totalitarian State. The artist of the good magic does not
use a ‘horrible’ technique. A lyric of the heart, The Bee
is Strong, by r . m ednikoff , in its moving simplicity
illustrates another magic. A biographical note on the
occultist who has had most notoriety in this country in
recent times, Aleister Crowley, by g . j . y o r k e , explodes a
few legends about his activities.
Designs in Fantasy reviews two books of instructively
opposing tendencies: visions of the future one of which
by orwell is a ghastly nightmare of the logical conse
quences of materialism, the other showing how man’s
127
latent possibilities may lead to spiritual control of a high
order.
Pressure on space and other considerations have led
to the regretted omission of Fergus Da v id so n ’s article on
Platonic Numbers.
The Autumn number will include an article by
ronald d u n c a n , Occult Interpretation of the Golden Flower
of c. j. ju ng by jo h n h a r g r a v e , The Essence of Ouspensky
by Bernard brom age , The Prose of Francis Thompson by
v. bannister , Witchcraft in Scotland by fr a n k a . king and
Tantrik Hedonism by ger ald y o r k e . The Great Zodiac of
Glastonbury will be concluded by ross nichols , and cer
tain books interpreted in Designs in Fantasy.
★ ★ ★
COPYRIGHT, I9 4 9
BY M IC H A E L JU S T E
T O W H O M A N Y A P P L IC A T IO N F O R U SE O F T H E
M A T E R IA L IN T H IS M A G A Z IN E S H O U L D B E S E N T , A T
4 9 A M USEUM S T R E E T , L O N D O N , W . C . I
Printed in Great Britain by the Alcuin Preae, Welwyn Garden City, Herta.
THE ATLANTIS BOOKSHOP
49A M useum S t r e e t , L o n d o n , W.C.i .
Telephone HOLborn 2120. m. h o u o h t o n
OCCULT OBSERVER
S o m e C o n tr ib u tio n s f o r th e A u tu m n N u m b e r :
T H E A R IS T O C R A T I C C R E E D : E d ito r ia l
A n A r tic le b y R o n a ld D U N C A N
T h e O c c u lt I n te r p r e ta tio n o f th e
G o ld e n F lo w e r J o h n H A R G R A V E
T h e G rea t Z o d ia c o f G la s to n b u r y
P a rt II R o ss N IC H O L S
T h e P ro se o f F r a n c is T h o m so n V . B A N N IS T E R
W itc h c r a ft in S c o tla n d F ra n k A . K IN G
T a n tr ik H e d o n is m G e r a ld Y O R K E
O b s c u r ity in O c c u ltis m G eo rg e H . B R O O K
D e s ig n s in F a n ta sy Q U A E S T O R
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
T H E S P R I N G N U M B E R
P r ic e 2 s . 6 d . n et