Hidden Lore

 I started to invent a book of cod-new age mysticism for a horror story, the idea being that it would start twee and gradually lead its readers into horrific excesses…..(then I got bored)…

 

 THE BOOK OF THE NAVIGATION OF THE PATH

 

1.

 

Listen and I will tell you a mystery.

It is possible not to die.

Listen, another.

It is possible to command the world like a God.

It is little done, simply because it is hard to be a god, harder perhaps than to be a man or a woman or a child.

 

Still for those who wish to learn, here is the method of it: eat these words and obey these injunctions and you will have whatever you seek, forever.

 

This is a grey art it is not good nor ill of itself, yet be wary, for it may be that you are not grey.  I do not say that evil only will come from evil nor good always will come from good yet I have heard it said. 

 

When you are as a God or as a Goddess, do not twist the world like a boy twists a cat’s tail, rather unwind it and plait it anew as a mother plaits a child’s hair so that each hair takes on a new beauty.  Do this and all will be well.  For when the hairs that are worlds are bound into strands and woven, the sum of all worlds will be brighter and the souls of men and beasts in those worlds will sing for joy.

 

2.

 

Where is it from, this wisdom?

The past, the sky, Lemuria, the subconscious?

 I will not tell you.  If it helps you to imagine tablets of stone, think of them.  If a voice from the burning sky touches the marrow of your bones listen to it.  If a man lying in a field listening to the sounds of mice in the grass, can be inspired, this is inspired.  It has been written with no artifice with no goal in mind. I have let the words fall onto the paper like rain, and like snow in winter they have stained it with their patterns.  Is it not enough that I bring power? Certainly, it is not for the power is only a seed, and it is in and through you that these seeds will grow.  This is how they must be planted, what fruits will spring will depend upon the soil.

 

3. 

 

Firstly, you must find the four anchors that tie you to the world and release them one by one so that your mind can be free.  If you do not, do not hope that the world will lie still beneath you, rather you will be dragged with it hither and thither, its past changing behind as it dives deeply through space and time, the harpoons of those Outside buried in its flanks.  You must release the world or bind it, and the first secret is this, that to bind you must first release.  For you are fastened now to the world like a man to a runaway horse, who can not slip the bridle into its foaming mouth, for fear of falling and yet must do so for fear of the abyss ahead.

 

The first anchor is the anchor of childhood.  This must be forgotten, so that the past in its changing can not drag you with it.  Remember then that you are born anew, moment on moment.  There is a ritual for this to break away the past. 

                In your house or in your mind is an oldest thing and an oldest memory.

                It may be a cloth cat with a face worn by tears.  It may be an ugly picture on a wall.

                It must be sacrificed.  It must be forgotten.

                Then it can be remembered again.

 

For 4 days repeat the following at night when all else are asleep.

 [ritual goes here]

The second anchor is the anchor of your father’s faith. This must be transcended.          

The third ritual is the wooing of the Celestial Venus.

 All is flux and all is fixed.   The worlds are a turning lattice through which our minds voyage making illusionary histories behind them like the trails of slugs.

The only you is a ghost, entering this world now.  What you remember is true but the you to whom it happened is already gone.