I was rhp. At the time I was young and there wasn’t much option. I’m talking second half of the 1970s: old, discoloured public library books and paperback shit from the supermarkets and newsagent. Old Mother Crabtree’s Wicca for Cat Lovers (with lots of glimpse of nipple and almost pubic hair pictures).
Then one Sunday morning in the late 1970s, I purchased a rare, remaindered copy of The Satanic Bible by Anton LaVey – HERO!
Then I joined a rhp Magickal Order. I was (more or less) forced to read Liber Null & Psychonaut.
Then I left and got into Chaos Magic(k), especially Sigil and Paradigm Magicks.
Then other things happened, and I took a break from Magick, for years whilst working too hard and long, drinking too much and smoking Partagas Serie D No.4 Half Corona Cuban cigars with my woman (sometimes sharing two a long night) – only much later to discover that at that time I was engaged in My Life Defining Magick. Shit like that really knocks you around. There were lonely regrets, disturbing reassessments and dark tears.
Decades ago, I was in a relationship, an up-and-coming lawyer with my own office, building a reputation. On Tuesday 28th of November 2000 ev, all that ended and slowly but surely and with time on my hands, I became a different Magician - more realistic; cheap, nasty and effective!
In 2010, I ventured into black propaganda. Widely translated and dispersed, so far nothing manifesting on the ground. We shall all see, but only I will know. This is The Age of Satan; events are speeding up and I have the advantage of seeing my (exploitative) Aeonic Work more quickly unfolding.
O.U.A.