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To: alt.magick,alt.tarot,alt.magick.tyagi From: catherine yronwodeSubject: Re: The Winged-Disk and Hadit Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2003 20:50:26 GMT { Secret Chief } wrote: > > catherine yronwode wrote : > > > The ones who promoted Crowley to his present popularity > > differed from my circle in several ways: > > I'd suggest another couple of ways, which have to do with a broader > shift in the counter-culture between the 60's and the 70's. > > In the sixties, you've got your Woodstock and SDS. > > In the seventies, you've got your Hell's Angels and Weathermen and > Manson family. > > Part of this shift (e.g. Weathermen) has to do with a generally more > angry atmosphere in the country, and part of it has to do with less > 'beautiful' people staking out a place for themselves in the > counterculture (e.g. the Hell's Angel's). And a general shift in > emphasis away from politics when the draft ended; true, some groups > like the Weathermen became even more insanely political, but this is > clearly the result of a minority bunker-mentality. > > Grady McMurtry was a Korean War vet and an Okie. Lon Duquette is, > IIRC, a machinist by profession. Were they less dreamy and clever, > they would have been a part and parcel of the Hell's Angels > membership base. > > Hym. Beta was, according to his own alleged words in a transcript on > Ko-nig's website, "a hippy at Harvard in the 70's". That makes him a > horse of a different color from your crowd in at least two senses. > > It would be my guess that this 70's counter-shift in the > counterculture is something you never quite came to accept and > understand. And the Caliphate, clearly a product of this shift, in > your home territory of the occult, seems especially offensive to you. > > Just a guess, anyway. You were doing okay there until you started making up fantasy roles for me and guessing my reactions to people. That kinda sucked. The "beautiful people" you theorize me to have been part of in the 1960s were far, far from my reality. I went to college in 1964 but by 1965 i had dropped out, run away, and lived on a back-to-the-land peace commune way up in Eastern Washington's wheat country (50 miles west of Spokane in a canyon filled with pine trees that led down to Lake Roosevelt). I was milking cows and plowing with a horse with about 20 other anti-war activists and picking fruit as a migrant worker in the Yakima Valley to bring in cash, until most everyone at the farm was busted for growing pot in a big raid. After my brief jail time, i lived on a 9-person back-to-the-land commune in Northern California from 1969 - 1972 where where we raised sheep and goats and pigs and grew fancy vegetables for the local grocery trade and i practiced astrology and sewing to bring in cash and had my first child, who later died. My partner was a shade tree mechanic with a degree in philosophy. From 1972 - 1980 i was living in the Missouri Ozarks, first on a back-to-the-land commune of about 16 people near Birch Tree raising sheep and dairy goats (and my second daughter), hauling hay for local farmers, pruning apples, making quilts, hand spinning woolen yarn, and writing articles for crafts magazines to bring in cash -- and then, after i left the commune, living with my daughter in a series of log cabins and broken down farm houses in the woods around Cabool and Mountain Grove, where i kept on writing and practicing astrology to support myself. I never went to Woodstock -- but my fellow-communards and i went swimming at the VFW camp courtesy of an invitation from Virgil E., a local dairy farmer. The folks for whom we did odd jobs, hauled hay, picked fruit, and for whom i drew up astrological charts, were a whole hell of a lot more like Victor and Cora Anderson and Grady McMurtry than they were like Bill Breeze. They carried guns in their trucks. They ran coon dogs. They butchered road-kill if it was fresh -- and so did we. Whoever had the first ripe tomatoes of the season had something to brag about. Jim K., a logger, used to borrow our draft horse Omie when he had trees to fell that were in ground too rough for his Cat. He and his wife Penny K., who had lived through a tornado carrying away the house she was in and dropping it back in the 1940s but was now slowly dying of emphysema from smoking four packs of cigarettes a day, let us sit in their living room and watch the Watergate proceedings on television because we didn't electricity down at our place. These folks had some very personal takes on magic. You ought to have seen 65 year old Bessie J., who had hair braided all the way down to her ankles, raised dairy goats, tanned the furs of her pet dogs and made rugs out of them when they died, and did automatic spirit writing and communicated with space aliens in Birch Tree, or her friend, 70 year old Columba K., who planned to build a 7-rayed stained glass healing temple in order to explain Theosophy and colour harmony to the space aliens in Willow Springs. Then there was Mr. W., who knew all the local herbs and how to use them for medicine and magic and who bought slaughter ponies each week at the livestock auction and took them out back in his back field and shot them and let 'em lay so that his hunting dogs would be able to help themselves whenever they were hungry and he wouldn't have to bother with buying dog food or mess around with cleaning up feed bowls. And we must not forget Earl R., the Coon Ass Freemason tug boat captain from Louisiana who raised Apaloosa horses as a hobby down at the County Line, and could read Hebrew pretty good too, especially the stuff that was in that big ole book of his about the Sephirotic Tree. He could also sing and play guitar and his cousin Graylin could play the keyboards and together they knew three times as many cajun songs as there were cans in every pack of beer they drank while singing. The hippie cohort is a lot more diverse than you seem to know -- and so are our friends and fellow occultists. cat yronwode
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