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The Great Voudon Cocktail Massacre

nobody@vox.com(Scarlet Imprint) — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 08:22:40 -0700

The spirits were out in force at the launch of Voudon Gnosis, we thought we'd share the write up of the event from Treadwells:

The official record of the Voudon Gnosis launch party is a little stream-of-consciousness, as the recollections of magical states so often are. The bare statistics are for the record:
The Book: Voudon Gnosis.
The Author: David Beth.
The Publisher: Scarlet Imprint / Peter Grey.
The Editor: Scarlet Imprint: Alkistis Dimech.
The Launch Venue: Treadwell's Bookshop.
The Drink: Rum & Coke, courtesy of Scarlet Imprint.
The Party: 80 of the most extraordinary magical people alive today who could make their way to Covent Garden.

So that's the raw data. Then to the ineffable. What a night it was.

Arrivals from Italy, from Central Europe, hugs and kisses in four languages, bags and cases piled everywhere in the corners of Treadwell's. The generosity of the publishers with Rum & Cokes in highball glasses. A senior Thelemite waving pom-poms over the author. Smoking of cigar in a ceremonial fashion. A voudoniste bookdealer lying on the Treadwell's kitchen floor in paralytic bliss. An occultist waltzing with a magical artist in the quiet upstairs of the shopfloor. The Bulgarian sitar-player laughing with friends. The raven-tressed New York fashion model smiling shyly. Excited murmerings about upcoming Kenneth Grant lectures. London's regal Isis priestess holding court at the bar. A Hecate priestess whispering into her ear the secrets of dark goddesses. The quiet ghost-hunter nodding gently. The editor in her stunning stilettos and gracious intelligence. Spare enthusiasts flirting amongst each other. The tarot master and the flame-haired shamaness laughing to banish mundanity with the legendary Stella Damiana.

And eventually, eventually... a bedraggled and happy departure before midnight from the little golden-lit shop into the night, to the after-hours clubs. Once again, the oak-panelled confines of PJ's piano bar in Wellington Street received the rum-sodden magicians for more drinks and their occult bonhomie.

This is one to remember. Thanks for being the most remarkable people.

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Help Us Celebrate 2 Years of Vox!

nobody@vox.com(Team Vox) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:37:03 -0700

Penelope Turns One

October is a big month of birthdays here at Six Apart: Vox is celebrating its second birthday, while TypePad turns five and MovableType turns 7. Even future blogger-extraordinaire, Penelope Trott, daughter of founders Ben and Mena Trott, turned one year old this month!

Because Vox would be nothing without you, we hope you'll take a moment to share your favorite Vox stories with us. Visit our anniversary page: Celebrating 2 Years of Vox and check out some stories and photos from last year's anniversary. While you're there, submit your favorite Vox memory or meaningful experience. We'll be updating the page all month, so keep checking back to see your story and photos.

You can also share your favorite Vox memories by answering today's Question of the Day.

Vox was created for the people who told us they wanted to connect with family and friends on their own terms. Today, Vox is an amazing community full of passionate people willing to share their stories, photos, and lives. To those of you who have made Vox your home: Thank You.

Vox Turns Two

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Podcast 51 - Daniel Tatman and The Bath Mystery's

nobody@vox.com(Occult of Personality) — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 21:15:26 -0700

After a much needed hiatus, we return in espisode 51 with Daniel Tatman and The Bath Mystery’s. I want to take a moment to thank all the listeners for your continued support and patience while waiting for a new episode, specifically all those who emailed to inquire and make sure things were alright. In the next few weeks, we’ll have more new episodes featuring Lon Milo Duquette discussing his amazing book, “Enochian Vision Magick,” and a rare interview with Poke Runyon.

Happy Birthday Uncle Al!

“Jaques de Molay, thou art avenged!”

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Daniel Tatman has done some very interesting scholarly research on the history and architecture of Bath, Somerset, UK. We begin our conversation by talking about Dan’s family history and connections to the City of Bath. One area of particular interest is his grandfather’s work in Africa and its implications.

King Bladud and his Pigs

Dan describes the eventful history of the City of Bath, beginning with King Bladud and his pigs stumbling upon the healing waters of the springs. From that point, we discuss the various groups that lived in the area, including Celts and Romans and the cultural fusion that resulted, encompassing philosophy, religion, and commerce. We also talk about the way that the underground streams, veins of metals, and ley lines all converge in Bath.

Roman Baths in Bath

The historic personages in the story of Bath and its architecture include Alfred the Great, John Wood (the Elder), and George Withers. We review how these men shaped the city and the unique architecture and symbolism they employed.

Symbolism In Stone

We discuss George Withers’ verses accompanying the alchemical engravings of Chrispin van Passe, published as “A Collection of Emblemes, Ancient and Moderne” and the influences of this philosophy on architecture.

"A Collection of Emblemes, Ancient and Moderne"

Daniel does an excellent job of researching and explaining the subjects of history, architecture, and symbolism in the City of Bath. His own personal connections and family history clearly add to his unique perspective. The upcoming book is sure to be a worthwhile addition to your collection and you can pre-order it by contacting Daniel by email.

relevant links:

The Bath Mystery’s - Daniel Tatman’s web site

Dan’s photos

Daniel Tatman - The Bath Mystery’s: Alchemical Architecture

“Bath, Somerset” - Wikipedia entry

“Alfred the Great” - Wikipedia entry

“John Wood, the Elder” - Wikipedia entry

“The John Wood Exhibition” - The Building of Bath Museum

“Palladian architecture” - Wikipedia entry

“George Wither” - Wikipedia entry

“Devil Worship in France” by A.E. Waite, SacredTexts.com (an exposition on the Leo Taxil hoax)

intro music by HipGnosis

outro music by Dead Can Dance, excerpt of “Summoning the Muse”

original link -- http://www.occultofpersonality.com/2008/10/12/podcast-51-daniel-tatman-and-the-bath-mysterys/

direct link to download .mp3 audio file -- http://www.occultofpersonality.com/podpress_trac/web/78/0/OoP_Podcast51_Tatman_it.mp3

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2nd Annual DonorsChoose.org Blogger Challenge

nobody@vox.com(Team Vox) — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:19:20 -0700

2008 Donors Choose Blogger Challenge

How would you like to make a difference in the life of a public school students?

For the second year in a row, Six Apart is participating in the DonorsChoose.org Blogger Challenge. The challenge runs all throughout the month of October, and we'd love for you to participate along with us. Just as we did last year, Six Apart is sponsoring the award for the bloggers who reach the most kids.

How It Works

The Blogger Challenge is a friendly contest amongst bloggers to raise money for low-income public schools. Here's how it works: teachers from all over the country post items for which they would like funding, such as writing supplies for a journalism class, equipment for a science lab, or music instruments for a band class. Bloggers choose their favorite projects and link to their challenge page in a post or via a giving widget on their blog. The bloggers who raise the most money or reach the most kids will win an award.

Here's how you can participate:

Go to the Donors Choose Blogger Challenge page and find a blogger's giving list you'd like to support.

Set up your own challenge and let your readers know in a blog post or by installing the widget (it just takes a few clicks).

No matter which way you choose to participate, you should feel incredibly proud of yourself for helping to bring resources to students in struggling classrooms.

Donors Choose will announce the results in early November, and we'll reveal the winners of the Six Apart award for bloggers who reached the most students shortly thereafter.

Are you going to accept the Blogger Challenge? Tell us about it (and link to it) in the comments!

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Voudon Gnosis Launch Party Tonight

nobody@vox.com(Scarlet Imprint) — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 05:45:31 -0700

Dear Friends,

We hope to see you at Treadwell's Bookshop this evening for the launch of David Beth's Voudon Gnosis.

If you are not there it should look something like this:

Please insert your own cigar.

It promises to be a giddy Ghuedhe of a night.

In Nomine Babalon

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Oxford International Thelemic Symposium

nobody@vox.com(Scarlet Imprint) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 09:51:15 -0700

Dear Friends,

We have had several requests to publically post the text of the speeches made by Alkistis Dimech and Peter Grey on BABALON at the International Thelemic Symposium.

Some of the material builds upon The Red Goddess though we have more BABALON related work to publish in due course through Scarlet Imprint.

It was particularly heartening to find members of other traditions, in particular Witchcraft, being enthused by the idea of working with BABALON.

We are also delighted to say that we will be publishing essays by Jake Stratton-Kent who spoke on Goetia and the Grimorium Verum, and Charlotte Rodgers who spoke on Blood Magic, in the very near future.

Also great to have David Beth speaking on Voudon Gnosis to close the day.

We were pleased to meet more of our readers, and participate in an event with such vibrancy, vitality and promise of a new occult revival.

Here are the texts in full:

BABALON - Peter Grey

It is dark in the Ephesus cell.
Helena ties the band across her forehead.
Greek letters in the single light of a lamp.
Mystirio.
Before she had lashed in black and draped in chains across Asia.
Stood as the moon on the roof of the brothel in Tyre.
Now dressed in cardinal red and proud purple of this bishopric she is the voices of the thunder perfect mind.
The world soul Sophia, a pythoness curled around the bread of the last supper.
I am ready for them Simon.
The voice of split tongue wisdom flickering lightning like.
The pleroma strobe lit with hissing.
This is the Goddess come to earth.

Listen.

Bernice the Jewish Empress stirs in her villa on the seven heads of hills,
mouth heavy with the communion wine she shares with the conquerors.
A she-wolf giving suck to the divine twins of Jerusalem and Rome.
There is no henbane or haoma in the blood of this dead god.
But power, influence, greed.

In the Temple of Aphrodite the whores dress for war with carmine lips.
A dusk sashay to lure the converts of Jesus the hunchback Christ.
The split fig cunt song of do-what-thou-wilt-with-me.
Do you have that single coin for my lap?

Yet it is John who evokes Her.
John of Patmos.
John stranded on his miserable rock, still unable to escape the low throb in his balls.
John whose words are the bitter sponge they offered to the lips of the Saviour.
John steeped in the hatred of the Patriarchs who saw their god fail them, again and again.
The Temple smashed, the Ark lost, the lions fed.
Prochoros bends his head as John dictates and writes down the words which will poison the world.

‘And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication:
And upon her forehead was written MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT. THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: And when I saw her, I wondered, with great admiration’

John’s text is accepted as the final word.
The temples of Aphrodite are stripped as clean as Hypatia’s bones,
clam shell scraped by the jabbering monastics.
The whore not holy.

Simon Magus falls from the window on the orders of Paul, has his broken legged body sawn in half. The beloved assistant is not there to unite the severed parts with their guts of lolling silk scarves.
Helena is gone from the oracular Ephesus cell, fled to the walnut tree of Benevento and obscurity. Left and lost to witchcraft.

No-one pursues Babalon like the Magdalene.
Chasing the wrong chalice of mystical Christianity,
not supping from the true wound of menstrual blood.
We lost our Love Goddess to the substitutes in a switched card trick.

Instead we have the Blessed Virgin Mary a cliterodectomy sewn up with the black beard hair ofYahweh.
Never fucked but full of suffering, eyes averted lest the Savior raises a hard-on while he dies on the cross.

Bound into every Bible, John’s words.
Delivered into every hospital, John’s words.
Guilt slipped in the hotel room drawer, John’s words.
An enemy for every prisoner, John’s words.
Repression for the schoolroom, John’s words.
Hatred for Babylon, John’s words.

This is our history of THOU SHALT NOT.
These are the words that will echo out again as the world edges degree by degree into one final Apocalypse.
Are you ready for the Revelation?
The striptease of your vain grades and titles, the loss of order, sense, Will.
The burning black blood of Ereshkigal is making the world a battlefield, a bridal bed.
Our scorched Eden sees BABALON risen on the incense of petroleum and roses and filled with furious Love.

John, we turn your words against you.
Our curse comes out as the last Love song.

The four snaking swastika rivers knotted and dammed in Babylon.
What was Sumeria is looted by American troops.
The Empire never ended.
Caesar’s men now rule a wasteland of depleted uranium and ship home Arkansas boys with shrapnel for legs.
A chalice of abominations , this fertile crescent now waxed pubis bare.
The women go black -veiled not for Tammuz, but Mohammed.

It is here where the first roses bloomed.
It is here that we evoke Her again.

Our fingers scrabble in the broken bricks for the sacred texts until the evening star rises.
Inanna our lady of the great wild bridled lion.
Inanna of honeysuckle sweetness.
Inanna Goddess of Love and War.
Inanna, the Kingmaker come upon us.

Easter is the chamber at the top of the seven-step ziggurat.
Babel wreathed in lightning.
Where language is lost in the thighs of the Priestess become Goddess.
Where divine woman and divine man celebrate their Equinox.

In the bedchamber Venus rings steel sword blue, the morning star of dawn, the gate of the Sun.
But Babylon is fallen, an abode of serpents and unclean things.

The Jews bring Her back with them from captivity and have Her beaten by Jeremiah on the anvil of nationalism.

The wisdom of Solomon will not be repeated,
There will be no whoring after Goddess on the temple mount.
With every hammer strike the name changes,
Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte, Ashtaroth, BABALON.
Her face is smoked shulamite dark with the burning cedars cut down from the high places.
She is blamed for the beauty of the daughters of Jerusalem,
thrown as Jezebel to the dogs,
castigated as Salome,
mistaken for the Magdalene,
muddled with the lesser lilith.
Smouldering red with iniquities and the denial of Love,
She knows Her Strength.

She is not destroyed by your history John, but brought with it.
A bloody pomegranate seed pressed in the pages which once tasted recovers the lost dream.

Augmented by the whispers of mandrake, poppy, hemlock, belladonna, hashish, wine.
The rising stench of sex and sweat and sperm and blood and always ever roses.

BABALON is conjured in a monastery nightmare of succubi and dis-embodied cocks.
An inquisitors fantasy tortured from the lips of the lost.
Torn with pincers, boot crushed and hoisted in strappado to the heavens.
This is how Witchcraft learned how to fly.

The wisdom of the Whore is the control of Her body and life.
Irregular attempts are made to break the tyranny of marriage,
To abort the bastard children of mother church.
The Queen of the Sabbat reveals a thin slit of red petticoat beneath the damnable black.

Yet the church shackles woman to misery.
Drags her down from the high places
where she is forced to buy freedom by being fucked in the alleyways.
Sacred sex profaned into possession, for an hour, or a lifetime of slavery.
A litany of rape, murder, abuse.

John Dee, bent in prayer does not hear this.
Kneeling with Kelley he seeks the language of Angels, and receives a revelation liveried green as garlic blades, white as lilies, red as blood and black as bilberry juice.
Unfolding from the showstone, an Empire of Angels that divides the globe for the red headed Harlot on the Lion throne.

Madimi moves through the library stacks.
My Mother will make her house here.

Jesus is not god, no prayer should be made unto Jesus, none shall judge you.

BABALON again from the long dark ages.
BABALON as Kelley, Dee, Jane and Joan exchange places between the sheets.
BABALON in the solve et coagule.
BABALON in the sex sphinx secret of alchemical interchange.

The retort shatters on the stand.
The four fall apart forever.

Kelley plunges from the tower, to his death.
Babel again, and Simon Magus,
a final transformation in the red mercury mess of his shattered shanks.

We pay our debts to BABALON in blood, not gold, and Her cup runneth over.

Who will heed the speech of the Daughter of Fortitude?
Her cross-crystal, golden girdle and naked breasts.

Make your houses clean, for I come unto you again.

Dee’s papers tumble from the secret chest and pass into the Golden Dawn.
Miscoloured, mispronounced, and mystified.

Only Crowley pursues Her into the Aethyr,
Spells Her like Dee, as wickedness.
Storms heaven on pearlescent cocaine wings and sexual excess,
Eats grass like an ox,
Wills, Knows, Dares, and tells.

Yet the Beast remains without a Bridal,
The cat, the snake, the camel, the monster..
Where is the Woman in this menagerie?
Incomplete, Alys kisses the back of his hand preparing for a Love he never surrenders to.
Never finds.

Where is She?

Lady Frieda Harris draws Her for us distilled from the Master’s last breaths.

LUST.

An explosion of red and gold.

Parsons adores Her with pressed black powder charges.
Chanting Enochian, mescaline, amphetamine.
Here is the spirit of the Law, flowing as nectar.
Flowering with the Pasadena roses,
Spreading Her petals on the backdrop of the city of Angels.
Gone West to the new world Dee promised Her.

With huckster Hubbard, Jack strains for Love on this Battlefield Earth.
Despite the elemental mistakes he wins his vision.

Flame is our lady, flame is Her hair.
I am living Flame.

Cameron, miscast, fails to shoulder her role.

Parsons goes after the Witchcraft as a smashed flask of red mercury, as a storm of dust blown across the Mojave desert, as a crater on the darkside of the Moon.

The A-Bomb cracks the Akashic.
The fallout drifts down like sakura.
Babalon unveiled is starmarked by it.

The two thousand year Reich of Horus draws short.
Grant sees the teratomas, but there is little Love in his Craft.
Magick bickers and splits as we tilt past the tipping point.

Our Goddess is not Nuit blue emptiness, but brimful Belsen furnace red.

She tells us:

It is the woman who initiates.
It is Love which transforms.
It is blood which transmits.

Exchange your cakes with kalas cooked to cinders.
For kisses from Her living lips.
Let go of false learning.
Forsake the cult of the severed head.
For BABALON sings in your blood.

The world is drunken and vexed, running on fumes.
A price on everything, a value on nothing.

It is here BABALON, that we evoke thee.
Everything becoming red.
Enochian angels pouring warlike from the watchtowers ,
and the 24 elders of days wondering where their God has gone.

Holy, Holy, Holy is the Whore.

BABALON
Here is the vision of a universe composed of burning roses,
Of everything fucking everything.

Be drunken as the reeling stars.
Adore the whore on hands and knees.
Open your beds and your hearts
Fuck and find Love.

Dakinis eviscerate the fallen Saints for their bridal wear.
The armies mass for battle and She is here.
Babalon is here to bridle, bind, blossom and burn.
Her time is NOW.

Holy, Holy, Holy is the Whore -Alkistis Dimech

But who is this whore?

Babalon, the patroness of sex workers is not just the Goddess of call girls, rent boys the dispossessed and despised.

I want to move on from this initial image of the whore as we have a tendency to get caught in Her fishnets and lipstick and go no deeper into the mystery.

We are all of Babalon. We are all Babalon.
BABALON has been archetyped, stereotyped and hyped - and still remains an enigma to us.
She does not fit neatly into Thelema. For all the voices, Hers is absent from the Book of the Law.
BABALON is entirely other than Nuit.

BABALON is our sex, our body, our world.

She vibrates with raw sexual energy.
This is what makes Her whore.
Mortgages cannot be guaranteed on this kind of Love.
This is a Love which destroys in order to create.
She has claimed whoredom as the domain of the free. Those in the know.
To maintain the status quo, our society has driven sacred respect for sex onto streetcorners, into dungeons, brothels, and kink.

BABALON controls and diverts this sexual and creative energy toward enlightenment.

Society perverts this energy to enslave us.

Even now, in England women are forced into arranged marriages,
Female circumcision is practised.
Rape and domestic violence are common.
America preaches abstinence programmes to prevent AIDS.
Abortion rights are continually under threat.
Islam places its women in slavery.

I hear few complaints about ID cards, a country bristling with cctv cameras, the slavery of a nine to six day propped up on designer coffee and paid for by the starvation wages of the developing world.

Perhaps this is the isolation of I-pod and an always on mobile phone, shivering our reality into sound-bite snippets of gossip.

In the modern retelling of the Tower of Babel myth we are reduced to the paucity of text message speak and emoticons. AC 93s LOL

Do you spend more time online than in meditation?

Is Babalon a photoshop collage rather than embedded in your living flesh?

To Work with Babalon is to have these superficial veils rent.

The eye of the screen is replaced by the passionate presence of the beloved.

Control of people through their sexuality goes hand in hand with exploitation of the world,
and BABALON is the world, is matter.

We are still deluded by the Christian lie that everything is God given for us to use and abuse, and the planet is ravaged.

Our resources are war spoiled, plundered by the greed of industrialisation,
Peoples, languages, flora and fauna are being lost.
But if Amazon one-click ordering still works we have that next book to look forward to. Tomorrow always comes.

We are left with the same bland products and told that consumption is freedom.

Biodiversity is undergoing a genocide to support a society, drunk on oil.

Babalon delights in multiplicity, but this is a diminishing.

John Dee felt that the book of nature was corrupting in his fingers.
That there was an acceleration towards a reckoning, a revelation, the second coming of Christ.
This is what the angels told him, make your houses clean.
The signs were written in the skies, a grand conjunction, a comet, a new star.
And here we are 418 years later. The warnings unheeded.

The signs we have now are more than warnings.
As we map the human genome the world is disappearing under water, fire, famine.
The elements are out of control.

Can you be sure how long we have left?

We have been criticised for suggesting these are apocalyptic times.
Some seem to think that by clicking our heels three times and saying the word of the Aeon of Horus everything will conform to the Thelemic paradigm.
Neither Aleister nor Aiwass predicted global environmental collapse, so perhaps we can ignore these facts:

1 in 4 mammals is threatened with extinction
1 in 8 birds
1 in 3 amphibians
Three quarters of the world’s fish stocks are at risk.

The extinction rate is from 100 to 1000 times higher than at any time in our fossil records.

Our oceans are dying.
Our forests are clear cut.
Our air is poisoned.

Even if we see this as a natural cycle, the planet simply cannot support the burgeoning populations of the developing world and the inflated supersized lifestyles of the developed.

Natural catastrophes, disease and resistance to drugs, artfully constructed wars to support stuttering economies. The world stage has never been so slick, with images, with oil, with blood.

The cup is filling, in torn arterial torrents.

My concern as a Thelemite is we are still reading from Crowley’s dated scripts.
The mass and rituals degenerating into panto with costume and cake.
We must pursue and encourage new work, new voices.
We must allow ourselves to hear new revelations, the voices speaking to us now.

Stop reading from scripts and stray into heresy.
The world is drastically different from when Thelema arose, and we have right-royally fucked up the royal road. There is more to learn by straying, doing what thou wilt requires killing the Buddha, Lao Tzu , Edward Kelley and of course Sir Aleister Crowley. Once you’ve mastered the master, become a god. She is waiting for you.

Dee’s green woman has told us, ‘Nature is preparing for a world without humans’.
BABALON is here at our moment of crisis.
Not another fuck fantasy imploring us towards the divine feminine and the rehabilitation of our divided selves. For Love’s sake She has come to fuck us up,
to shift our awareness,
to transform us radically in an earth from which we have wrenched our own roots and landfilled to oblivion.

We have to Work with BABALON.
But it is not for the magician to lie back and be straddled because his dexterity is mental rather than physical.
To meet Babalon on the battlefield or in the bedroom you need conditioning.
It is not enough for the Priestess to slip on a red dress and then put it back in the wardrobe at the rituals end.
How can one even face Her without having worked and sweated and pushed into one’s limits,
let alone expect a kiss from those sweet lips?
She is ever present—now beyond our boundaries, our confines, our thoughts.
She can be held, She is real.
When we exceed ourselves we know that.
And feel Her.
Only when you let yourself fall, going beyond mental, emotional, and physical limits.
Draw your circle with your hips, find Her in ecstacy.

It is not simply an anecdote that Crowley was a mountaineer.
The energy body arises from the physical.
Spirit and matter intertwined.

We are in the world, and in our bodies. Adding and subtracting is not the way to work it out.
Put down your Abracadabacus, IT is in the body.
The missing piece in this burning ground, this Eden, is Love.
I suggest you prepare yourselves.

BABALON is here.

If you want more, we would gently point you to www.scarletimprint.com and Peter Grey's The Red Goddess.

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Voudon Gnosis NEW TITLE

nobody@vox.com(Scarlet Imprint) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:44:46 -0700

VOUDON GNOSIS by David Beth, a new title from Scarlet Imprint
Public Press Release

Voudon Gnosis

by David Beth
Foreword by Michael Staley

Finally, a clear exposition of the Voudon Gnostic system of Michael Bertiaux and the work of La Couleuvre Noire.
The thriving multiverse of artistic imagination which this current represents has been explored by Kenneth Grant, but this is the first text giving the inside experience of an initiand.
A fascinating and challenging glimpse into the Voudon system, it is both a gateway for students and an inspiration for those looking for a more creative occultism.
David Beth draws on his Kosmic Gnosis to create a text which both stands alone, and serves as a perfect introduction to the complexities of that strangest of all modern grimoires, Bertiaux'sVoudon Gnostic Workbook.

Voudon Gnosis is an elegant octavo book of 108pp, with three tipped in colour plates of original artwork.
The standard edition is stealthily bound in black cloth, with black endpapers, and blind embossed with an ophidian design.
This is in keeping with the cultus of La Coulevre Noire.
It is being prepared in a strictly limited and hand-numbered edition of five hundred and fifty-five copies.

A copy can be yours for twenty-five English pounds plus postage.
http://www.scarletimprint.com/voudongnosis_buy.htm

The deluxe edition of fifty five copies of Voudon Gnosis are quarter bound in black snake skin and finished in a stygian black paper which is debossed with an ophidian design. The endpapers are hand marbled and swirled. The foredge stained black. All copies of the deluxe are personally signed and sigilised by David Beth. SOLD OUT

Expanding upon the groundwork of his essay in Scarlet Imprint's Howlings, David Beth guides us through this eclectic, syncretic and highly personal system of sorcery which nevertheless has come from a genuine Haitian lineage.
Those looking for the wilder atavistic energies of sex magick, as we find embodied in the art of Austin Osman Spare, will find much of interest in this book. Voudon Gnosis outlines a more complex and highly developed system of sex magick than is found in the secret grade papers of the Western magickal tradition.
This slim volume is densely packed with information and suggestions which will augment your practice, regardless of your tradition.

Voudon Gnosis covers:

Las Prise des Yeaux
Points Chauds
Spider Sorcery and Time Travelling
Elemental Sex Magick
The Grimoire Ghuedhe

With appendices on:

Nganga and the Fetish
A-Mor, an initiated analysis of Love

David Beth is the Sovereign Grand Master for the international Voudon Orders and is the Presiding Bishop of the Ecclesia Aeterna. A tireless ambassador, teacher and speaker, David is one of the key players and charismatic characters in the modern occult revival.

Full information on this title can be found here: http://www.scarletimprint.com

In Nomine Babalon

Scarlet Imprint x

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Voyeurs?

nobody@vox.com(Scarlet Imprint) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 01:47:33 -0700

Dear Friends,

We have completed a sleek redesign of the www.scarletimprint.com website in preparation for the public release of Voudon Gnosis on October 1.
Do let your voyeuristic tendencies draw you to our new abode.

In Nomine Babalon

Scarlet Imprint x

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nobody@vox.com(Team Vox) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 15:07:28 -0700

BlogWorld

The BlogWorld & New Media Expo in Las Vegas on September 20th and 21st is the largest blogging conference in the world and Six Apart, Vox's parent company, will be there in full force. The only question we have is: Will you be joining us?

If so, we hope you'll be sure to attend the opening keynote where Six Apart's CEO, Chris Alden, and VP, Anil Dash, will speak on "The State of the Blogosphere." Considering over 12 million American adults currently maintain a blog, and over 57 million Americans read blogs, we're very curious to find out what they have to say!

There are so many amazing speakers and panels at BlogWorld, we know you'll be incredibly busy, but we'd really love to meet you, so please take time to stop by the Six Apart booth and introduce yourself. While you're there, you can meet other Six Apart Voxers, learn more about our new website, Blogs.com, and get any questions you may have answered.

Are you attending the BlogWorld Expo? Let us know in the comments.

See you in Vegas!

-daisy

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Red Goddess Devotee?

nobody@vox.com(Scarlet Imprint) — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 02:56:33 -0700

Dear Friends,

One of our 49 devotee copy owners has set up a yahoo group, as he is interested in corresponding with others who are fortunate enough to own one.
If you would be interested in joining it can be found here:
http://br.groups.yahoo.com/group/InNomineBabalon49

In Nomine Babalon

Scarlet Imprint x

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