Magick is dangerous. It's about change and transformation. It isn't about
conformity and fitting in, it's about getting past the blinders of conventional
society and manifesting your Will, sharing your dreams, expressing the essential
truths hidden within each of us--to go beyond the pale or past the point of no
return and Know what lies outside the confines of mass consciousness. A
magician is the consummate outsider, one who walks and works on the fringes
of other people's awareness, on the edges of established paradigms.
Each of us approaches the Art and Science of Magick from a variety of ways,
philosophies, traditions, conventions, cherished notions, secret transmissions,
dusty old scrolls, direct knowledge, channeled manuscripts, goetic evocations,
angelic visitations, aliens with those cold little probe-thingys, and many other
directions and orientations. People are label-making animals. We put everything
into boxes. It's a design flaw in the currently fashionable Operating System.
The Old Ways dealt with re-programming the psyche through means that in
many instances are now considered too dangerous, illegal, or just plain horrific.
That doesn't invalidate them, it just points out that our expectations and
threshold for pain is different than what our ancestors are alleged to have
perpetrated in order to achieve some vestige of Gnosis. There's a lot of myths,
lies and tall-tales surrounding the past. Just like the guy claiming to have jumped
off a cliff from 40' up and killing a stag with one blow. Cool story. Great image.
True or false? Doesn't matter.
Why doesn't it matter? It's a story, a magickal sharing of a particular experience
that carries its own message, and it's own frame of reference with it. Magick is
inherently subjective in it's focus, even when it produces objective results. It's all
our own trip--we can help someone walk alongside for a spell, but they're not
going to be walking in your shoes or thinking in your brain. You're on your own.
We're all on our own. That's lonely, so we reach out. We make up stories. We
create mythologies and fiction, politics and music, hymns to Gods we hope are
listening and rap about the stuff that outrages us. We're human, limited in our
perceptions and innately dissatisfied with the Purina Dog Chow reality that the
prevailing default culture is always trying to ram down our throats.
Magick is dangerous. It deals in change and transformation. Magicians do not
accept things as they are so much as they are aware of where things are in the
HereNow. Perhaps the term Magician is too limiting, but it will serve well enough
for now. Sorceror, shaman, priestess--all of these masks and roles are known to
a magician, their rites and forms are colors on the palette of a Mage. Just as is
all of Creation. Our limits are self-imposed. The crushing weight of conventional
societies' expectations and slavish insistence upon the Way Things Are, and the
inertia that keeps us all in the lock-step observation of The Real World are tough
things to overcome, to shrug off, to get out from under, to escape, to pass
beyond, to conquer. In the end it's really not about that, but the notion of fighting
the Big Monster is so seductive that everyone faces the reflections and glamours
dredged up from the collective unconscious and we falter. We fail. We accept.
We let down our guard and lower our sword. Then the real magick of the world
hits us full force.
It's not about us--at least not about the us that is rooted in ego. The world is
bigger than us, older, and it's already in motion. It'll be here after us as well.
We're here to play a part in the pageant, to walk onstage for a bit and deliver our
lines, say our piece, present our pet project, make our pitch, and do a little tap
dance or strip-tease depending upon our respective talents and predispositions.
We're here to entertain, comfort and support each other in our co-dependent
slavery to the World.
Magick is about change, though. Once you've tasted wisdom or truth, you want
more. It's like love. And that is what makes Magick dangerous. It fosters and
foments change in conformity with the Will. The more exposure to Magick one
has, the more one is confronted with the notion that things could be different. We
ask the infamous "What if?" questions, and then we begin to realize from deep
down inside us, the place the slave masters never want you to reach or connect
with, and we begin to Know.
We begin to Know that all is not as it needs to be, but rather as it is needed to
be. We see that we all play our part in maintaining the farce that passes for life in
our offices, factories, and warehouses. We feel the dreadful ache deep within us,
and realize that we all feel that lingering pain from separation, from being out in
the cold. We learn that our neighbors cling to their illusions because they make
things more bearable for a time. It is cruelty to strip away these things and not
offer something in their place, unless you can pierce the veil surrounding each of
us and open up to the underlying machine code that makes it all possible.
Waking up sucks. It's cold, scary and hard. All of a sudden everything you knew
is gone and it's all different now...and there's no going back. Kinda like getting
born. Perspective is born of experience. Insight comes from making connections
between previously unrelated items. Gnosis comes of its own accord, or in
response to stress, or from relaxing into a state of readiness. It comes in its own
way, and is unique to each one of us. No one path can carry us all, nor can any
one perspective hope to encompass us all.
Magick is dangerous because it is the path to waking up made up of all the
random bits of information we each one accumulate. It's more in how we
assemble he things we're given, than any thing in particular. It's a way of doing,
not an object of attainment. You do Magick and it interacts with you to create a
synergistic process of self-transformation. Magick takes you out of the stream,
casts you onto the rocks, and leaves you to find your own way through a
deserted wasteland filled with other peoples' footprints all criss-crossing over
Magick is about making choices and acting upon those choices. People who
think for themselves and who act upon their principles are dangerous, often times
criminals. Heretics, artists, poets--there are a lot of ways to attempt to harness
these feral children of the numinous, the Fey who are finding themselves among
the sleepers...those drawn to Magick. The only ways that matter are the ways
we choose, whatever they may be.
Our stories and our myths are expressions of our guiding genius, constructions
of our minds, hearts and spirits that we share among one another like
sacraments, viruses or flatulence, depending upon the situation. What matters is
how we perform these pieces, how we present them to our intended partners,
audiences, clients, victims. By our very nature, we are creatures of Magick, every
one of us. Our very similarity in this function, this aspect of our consciousness
makes us unique and we rebel from the group-mind that exists while we strive to
grow a new collective, our own group, a fresh God molded in our own image.
Magick is consciousness, it's how we interact with consciousness, and each
That's why it is dangerous--it works, it's all around us, and we are already part of
Welcome to the Machine, New Aeon, REvolution, etc. as You Will...