I’ve heard a lot of talk this Mercury Retrograde (as with all of them, of course) about how meaningful communication between magicians about occult matters is impossible. Most of it in doses of two or three paragraphs at a time, posted on occult forums. It sounds like nonsense in plain English. It sounds like […]Read more "Parson’s Fulminate: Towards Block Transfer Computation"
This is the first in a series. When I last attempted the Enochian Aethyrs, I was 22 and a virgin. Elements of my vision work from that time period have since come true in the material plane, others have been proven to be psychologically apt. I have not returned to scrying the Aethyrs for six […]Read more "TEX: The Testimony of Lead"
IV March 19, 1946 The Parsonage Jack and Marjorie Parsons spent one day packing and enjoying each other. They had chatted for two weeks before they even did any magick, back in January…well, aside from a general getting-to-know you roll in the hay, that is. So today was spent communing in the first serious session […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Chapter IV"
INTERMISSION And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpiller, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you. – Joel 2:25 (Holy Bible, King James Version) III March 17, 1946 The Parsonage Pasadena, California The eggs were not runny. The bacon was not […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Actual Chapter III (Chapter Numbers Are Hard)"
1946 Mirage a Trois CAMERON I suppose it’s only fair that I tell my story first. You figured this was no ordinary book already. Pulp science fiction alternate history, yes. Artistically minded metafiction with an occult subtext, yes. But you’re still giving names to things. Like BABALON. Anyways, you don’t care about that. You don’t […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Chapter III (The Working, Through A Glass Shattered)"
II February 15, 1945 Belle Plaine, Iowa She was home. With family. The War, for her, was over. From California to Washington, from Bataan to Stalingrad, the world was burning. It had really burned hot for a while there, but like a rapidly cooling meteor, it wasn’t much but a hot cinder now. The question […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Chapter II"
The prologue for this is set in 1961, after fifteen years of divergence. The Daughter of Babalon careens toward the decade of decision…and a date with an important figure. This took me seven months of research and plotting, all of which amounted to 51 of the best pages I’ve ever written…but alas, the drive exploded […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Prologue"