Saving the World one Wizard at a time: Selfishness, Morality, Universal Love and the Occult community

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If you want to get at the plain truth, 

Forget about right and wrong.

 For the conflict between right and wrong, 

Is the sickness of the human mind.

 

It is most revealing how differently people react to the above passage in the occult world! Some declare it beautiful, wonderful, profoundly wise and most helpful. Others declare it horrible, evil, psychopathic and most destructive. The moment you say anything about “transcending morality” the hero comes riding in on his big white horse screaming shame, shame on you for not trying to save the downtrodden, the dispossessed and those poor (fill in the blank here) people. Call me evil, or bent if you like, but I tend to feel that morality itself— “principles of morality”, that is—was a major cause of suffering, since it only weakened that natural goodness in us which would spontaneously manifest itself if not interfered with or commanded by moral principles or moral law. There has been much talk in the occult community as of late about Fascism, Racism, Morals and Ethics when it comes to an occult practitioner and who he or she associates with.  One day, Lao tse chided Confucius for “bringing great confusion” (should I say “confucian”?) to the human race by his moralistic teachings. He said “Stop going around advertising goodness and duty, and people will regain love of their fellows”. I have to agree with the Old man,There is, perhaps, a vital difference between transcending morality and denying or rejecting it. To reject morality is, in a way, to be involved with it. the Taoist ideal is not so much to feel that we shouldn’t be moral (which is, of course, a kind of morality of its own), but rather to be independent, free, unentangled with moral “principles”

 

-In the age when life on earth was full, no one paid any special attention
to worthy men, nor did they single out the man of ability. Rulers were simply the highest branches of the tree, and the people were like deer in the woods. They were honest and righteous without realizing they were “doing
their duty”. They loved each other and did not know that this was “love of neighbor”. They deceived no one, yet they did not know they were “men to be trusted”. They were reliable and did not know that this was “good faith”.
They lived freely together giving and taking, and did not know that they were generous. For this reason their deeds have not been narrated. They made no history. -Chuangtse

 

The moment we puff out our chests and start judging others for being less moral then ourselves, we create a History that we must strive to write at all costs, “Look at me, I’m so much better then you, I fight for Good, Morality and the World at large, look how shiny my cape is!” This becomes unsustainable, and once you add the huge Ego of your garden variety Occult practitioner, things go down hill very quickly. The Taoist Yang Chu was reputed to have said, “I would not sacrifice one single hair of my head even to save the entire human race!”

 

Just think of it! Not a single hair to save the entire human race! I find this statement absolutely beautiful! I cannot tell you with what joy, satisfaction, and utter relief I read it. I once expressed this sentiment to a fellow magician who asked in genuine astonishment, “Why? Do you believe the world would be better off if everyone acted selfishly rather than unselfishly?” Of course I don’t believe this. Of course I prefer universal love to total selfishness. Who in his right mind wouldn’t? Then why do I love Yang Chu’s statement so much? Sounds pretty inconsistent, doesn’t it?

 

Well, it isn’t. Let me explain.

 

In the first place there is a vast difference between loving a proposition and believing it. What I love is Yang Chu’s beautifully honest expression of this sentiment (in contrast to the usual hypocritical moralizing about unselfishness).  The fact is that the loss of a single hair is not even painful and represents absolutely no sacrifice whatever.I don’t think that Yang Chu was literally worried by the thought of losing a hair. He went to this extreme in order to express a principle. What is this principle? Is it really that one should be selfish? If I thought this, I
would consider it just as ridiculous as the idea that one shouldn’t be selfish. I believe that what he was really objecting to was the idea that we should apply moral criteria to the question of selfishness.  I believe that the statement of Yang Chu will do far more good in this world from the actual point of view of helping us liberate our natural unselfishness than the opposite course of preaching universal love.

 

This is quite hard for most RHP magi to swallow, but lives deeply in the bowels of the LHP and is being debated heartily to this day.The point is this. If I should feel like being helpful to others, then I might indeed sacrifice considerably more than a hair of my head. I would then do so of my own accord without being told by others that I should do so. And if I should not feel disposed to being helpful, then no amount of reason or morality or being told that I should will in any way increase my desire to be helpful and will not in effect lead me to sacrifice even one hair of my head. In other words, there is absolutely no point in telling another person what he should do. If he already wants to, it is superfluous (nay, maybe even harmful), and if he doesn’t, it is useless. I think this is what Yang Chu was really saying. His statement sounds more like a simple declaration of independence then an ethical plea for selfishness, and I enjoy using it to make other occultists cry ( see my other posts in this blog, I often refer to myself as an asshole, there is good reason for this, so please try to keep up. ).

 

There are those Occultists who believe that selfishness is the natural state of man and that it is social influences such as religion and education which “train” a man into the superior state of unselfishness. But there are those who believe the very opposite and would say that at birth our natures contain as much (if not more) unselfishness as selfishness and that the very process of trying to educate unselfishness only serves to cripple it and prevent it from growing, which it would naturally do if let alone. It seems that this is also part of Yang Chu’s message, and this was made quite explicit by later Taoists in such statements as “Give up advertising things like goodness and duty, and people will regain love of their fellows.”

 

there is a difference between morality and moral fanaticism, a distinction should be made between selfishness and what might aptly be called selfish fanaticism. Repugnance to Violence might be called a moral principle, but pushing this to the extreme of all Violence is wrong in any circumstance would certainly be called fanaticism even by most moralists.There is a form of Taoist ethical philosophy that I try to follow ( and sometimes fail horribly at) which might be characterized as “letting things go their own way, not interfering, not imposing one’s will on nature, letting things happen of their own accord, not trying to reform the world, not trying to “improve” the world, but simply accepting things as they come.” This philosophy is intensely irritating to many Magicians, as well as “activists” who believe this is the worse course possible and is in fact responsible for most of the evils in the world. They would say that the last thing we should do is to let things go their own way; if we do that, things will go terribly! It is up to us to prevent the bad things in the world from happening! I cannot think of any philosophy more irritating to someone on a moral crusade than some good old Taoism! Indeed, many will say that Taoism is the perfect philosophy for the “purely selfish individual who has everything he wants in life and to hell with the others!”
In opposition to the activists, the Taoist quietly points out (or sometimes loudly points out) that the trouble with activism is that people who go forth trying to “improve” the world—even those with the best intentions (at least on a conscious level!) —usually “fuck up” matters, and only succeed in making things even worse than they already are. The Taoist sage reminds us, for example, that revolutions often establish even worse tyrannies than they overthrow.  I tend to live and let live rather than interfere with the world’s affairs. I am not fanatically committed to any doctrine of noninterference; it’s just that I usually don’t like to interfere. As for Magi who love to busy and bustle and meddle
about and who constantly interfere in other folks ways and paths, I don’t interfere with them either—I also let them go their own way, doff my hat and wish him the best of luck….

 

Stay Gold everyone…..

 

Saving the World one Wizard at a time: Selfishness, Morality, Universal Love and the Occult community was originally published on The Hidden Left Hand

Fantastic Black Magic Sex Secrets of the Zen Baptists Monks Revealed!

 

ZEN NEVER DIED, it just smells that way. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Satanist Soccer moms, random & perpetually intoxicated.Zen comes before all principles of order & entropy, it’s neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & enochian dogs : its masks are crystallization’s of its own facelessness, like clouds.Everything in nature is perfectly real including consciousness, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Not only have the chains of the Sex been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard, and the Gods don’t give a shit about your football team. No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of sex, invented words of disgust for your molecular love,mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you’re the monarch of your own skin–your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream,urgent as the blueness of sky, or the dead churlishness of a Mantis Bride killing it’s mate.
To shed all the illusory rights & hesitations of history demands the economy of some legendary Stone Age, a time before time–sages not teachers, shamans not priests, bards not lords, hunters not police, gatherers of paleolithic laziness, gentle as blood, going naked for a sign or painted as birds, poised on the wave of explicit presence,reading Tarot at the moment of autoerotique asphyxiation, the clockless now ever of the Tao. Ceremonial Magicians cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition,their fever of lux et voluptas, as Warlocks of the IIV degree have sex with manikins in honor of Anton Lavey.
I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror, Taoism, Zen, Demonology and Teratology, the scientific study of congenital abnormalities and abnormal formations –everything else is just shrouded smoking Mirrors, Big Mac anesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of Neilson family pipe dreams, banal censorship & useless pain.Zen Monks and Taoists act as spies, saboteurs, criminals of amour fuckyourmother, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians,like drunken dwarves high on DMT chafed with obsessions but not controlled by them, underemployed and underestimated, sensually deranged, wolf angels, God Killers,mirrors for contemplation, eyes like flowers, pirates of all signs & meanings.

 

 

Here we are crawling the cracks between walls of Satanism, Christianity and Paganism, state school & factory, all the paranoid american dreams cut by your mother into bite size pieces. Cut off from the Occult community by feral nostalgia, side by side with Traditional witchcraft and Thai Occultism, Animist Sorcery and Sacred Botany and Goetic Greek Revival,we tunnel after lost words, imaginary books.The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden calf that connects us:illegal fucking in the Graveyards of the New Age. If I were to kiss you here they’d call it an act of Magick, as the Greatest Zen Sex Magician of all time once wrote between a young monsoon’s Mons Veneris:

 

 

even if Buddha himself kneeled at my deathbed
he wouldn’t be worth shit

self other right wrong wasting your life arguing
you’re happy really you are happy

forget what the masters wrote truth’s a razor
each instant sitting here you and I being here

no masters only you the master is you
wonderful no? a beautiful woman’s hot vagina’s full of love
I’ve given up trying to put out the fire of my body

if you don’t break rules you’re an ass not human
women start us passion comes and goes until death

I love taking my new girl blind Mori on a spring picnic
I love seeing her exquisite free face its moist sexual heat shine

your name Mori means forest like the infinite fresh
green distances of your blindness

how is my hand like Mori’s?
it’s her freedom I love when I’m sick she makes me hard
fingers lips rove everywhere bring my followers joy

I’m whole as long as I hear you singing
then emptiness when you stop

a woman is enlightenment when you’re with her and the red thread
of both your passions flares inside you and you see

I remember one quiet afternoon she fished out my cock
bent over played with it in her mouth for at least an hour

for us no difference between reading eating singing
making love not one thing or the other

once while she was cooking I kneeled put my head between her warm dark legs
up her skirt kissed and licked and sucked her until she came

she’d play with it almost anywhere day and night
touch it with the deepest part of herself

and the nights inside you rocking
smelling the odor of your thighs is everything

I think of your death think of us touching
my head quiet in your lap  –Ikkyu

 

 

So those are the Fantastic Black Magic Sex Secrets of the Zen Baptists Monks, use them wisely, and with care.

Stay Gold folks…

 

Sources:

Ikkyu: Crow With No Mouth: 15th Century Zen Master by Stephen Berg

CHAOS: THE BROADSHEETS OF ONTOLOGICAL ANARCHISM: Hakim Bey

 

Fantastic Black Magic Sex Secrets of the Zen Baptists Monks Revealed! was originally published on The Hidden Left Hand