We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world.
-- Book of the Law, Aleister Crowley
If witches or diviners, perjurers or morth-workers, or foul, defiled, notorious adulteresses, be found anywhere within the land; let them be driven from the country, and the people cleansed, or let them totally perish within the country, unless they desist, and the more deeply make bot.
-- Doom of King Alfred
Freud, not the current scion of the family Matthew Freud, member of the Murdoch clan and PR guru, but the more famous Sigmund - he came acroos certain things in his research, things we shouldn't normally trust but for the circumstantial confirmation offered by the other things of which we know. He regarded the reports of his sexually disturbed patients, those who reported collective sexual trauma, to be similar to the medieval reports of witch covens. This is as good a starting point as any.
My position is that the witch hunts were not persecuting unpopular old biddies, but were a legitimate attempt by the commonwealth of the people to rid itself of the plague of evil occultism. The scarlet thread of murder winds through history from that day to this, from the earliest past of human sacrifice of the ziggurats of Sumer to the blood drinking neophytes of the Skull and Bones cult.
But the bloody sacrifice, though more dangerous, is more efficacious; and for nearly all purposes human sacrifice is the best.
-- Aleister Crowley
We encounter several arguments against this belief, all to be confronted severally. There is the belief that there was no witchcraft in medieval times, but there is the famous Italian manuscript, the name of which escapes me, which records goddess worship at that time and certainly the Pagans of the Pagus lingered for quite some time. And there's the laws against it. No point in making laws against things that don't happen. When the Icelanders adopted Christianity they forbade the practice of paganism and the exposure of infants, but they only forbade the eating of horseflesh (a pagan practice) in public. Only later did the pagan practices get the thorough stamping out they so richly deserved.
So we can assume it existed then as it existed now.
The time between Dark Age and Golden Dawn provides equally few problems. From the age of Chivalry we have a certain Gilles de Rais, who lived through the time of Agincourt. HE was a pious man, or so it was believed at the time, for often the more enthusiastic Christians are the more terrible devil worshippers. See Bush, Schmitz, Graham, etc., etc., ad infinitum. Hopsicker's Muslims flying Air Jesus. The cloak of respecatbility, but we'll get to taboos soon enough. The psychologists say our de Rais was a serial killer, a sadist. Sabine Baring Gould claims he was a were wolf, not a shapeshifter but a diseased man who craved the tang of human flesh. I think we know better.
A male child of perfect innocence and high intelligence is the most satisfactory and suitable victim.
-- Crowley, once more.
Whenever he left the town, or moved to one of his other seats, the cries of the poor, which had been restrained during the time of his presence, broke forth. Tears flowed, curses were uttered, a long-continued wail rose to heaven, the moment that the last of the marshal's party had left the neighbourhood. Mothers had lost their children, babes had been snatched from the cradle, infants had been spirited away almost from the maternal arms, and it was known by sad experience that the vanished little ones would never be seen again.
But on no part of the country did the shadow of this great fear fall so deeply as on the villages in the neighbourhood of the Castle of Machecoul, a gloomy château, composed of huge towers, and surrounded by deep moats, a residence much frequented by Do Retz, notwithstanding its sombre and repulsive appearance. This fortress was always in a condition to resist a siege: the drawbridge was raised, the portcullis down, the gates closed, the men under arms, the culverins on the bastion always loaded. No one, except the servants, had penetrated into this mysterious asylum and had come forth alive. In the surrounding country strange tales of horror and devilry circulated in whispers, and yet it was observed that the chapel of the castle was gorgeously decked with tapestries of silk and cloth of gold, that the sacred vessels were encrusted with gems, and that the vestments of the priests were of the most sumptuous character. The excessive devotion of the marshal was also noticed; he was said to hear mass thrice daily, and to be passionately fond of ecclesiastical music. He was said to have asked permission of the pope, that a crucifer should precede him in processions. But when dusk settled down over the forest, and one by one the windows of the castle became illumined, peasants would point to one casement high up in an isolated tower, from which a clear light streamed through the gloom of night; they spoke of a fierce red glare which irradiated the chamber at times, and of sharp cries ringing out of it, through the hushed woods, to be answered only by the howl of the wolf as it rose from its lair to begin its nocturnal rambles.
On certain days, at fixed hours, the drawbridge sank, and the servants of De Retz stood in the gateway distributing clothes, money, and food to the mendicants who crowded round them soliciting alms. It often happened that children were among the beggars: as often one of the servants would promise them some dainty if they would go to the kitchen for it. Those children who accepted the offer were never seen again.
Such are the words of Sabine Baring-Gould.
Incidentally his wife stood by him through all this and escaped prosecution. Strange really, as it was in their bed chamber that the crimes were committed. All his other depednants fled the scene, bar the two who testified at the trial. And they were put to death.
A century or so later was Bathory, a woman of course, and a couple of centuries thereafter the Madame de Montespan. So we have it, without laving the European elite a trail of terror from the Fall of Rome to the "Enlightenment". Madame de Monstespan and her coven of poisoners, sacrificing human children, using naked human bodies as altar in their black rites, as the witch hunters had said in times past, as the victims of the Rituals still say today.
If she hadn't been suspected of trying to poison the king she might've got away with. After all, rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft.
So we approach the present day, not through the continuous line of master and disciple, for such an occult fraternity in a period or limited records could never be traced in such a manner, but through the identity of circumstance, the aristocrat bathed in the blood of innocents, the ritual elements whcih survive from the dawn of man to the present day, all the more familiar for the generations between the times they surface to public view.
Jeff Wells indicates a difficulty to believe such things, wants to know why. They must have a good reason, he thinks, which in a manner of speaking is true. They see it as a very good reason. It is, you see, the way the left hand path of tantra seeks to attain its goal of self-deification. To harness sexual energies which are the more potent for their breaking of taboos. There could be something in it, the accessing of the recumbent half of the bicameral mind and the powers that reside therein, as Colin Wilson theorises. Could be. The true Abyss to be crossed, the Threshold by which stands the Watcher, the gulf between conscious and unconscious minds.
There are no good occultists because the true path to occult power requires the breaking of taboos. Incest. Sex with menstruating women and anal sex, according to the OTO. Pederasty, the anal rape of children followed by their murder for diabolic reasons. It is done because it is evil, because it is unthinkable to most, not just because the incredulous will never prosecute, but because the breaking of tabu is the source of power.
the enormity of their crimes proved their safeguard
-- Police Chief Raynie
Here we have where the rhetoric meets the truth. The Satanists, the Temple of Set and company, would like to be seen as being above the received wisdom of bourgeious morality. The want you to see them as modern day epicureans, no spiritual aspect, certainly no real devil behind them, just enjoying wine women and song, or sex drugs and rock and roll. Amoral, perhaps, rather than evil. Nonetheless, it's not true. They are evil because they specifically try to outrage the morality which is the basis of mankind and the bedrock of our society. They have their useful idiots, of course, just going around dancing naked in the woods, junior wiccan style, and the Thelemites having sex and pretending they're avant garde. Those in the know, they know different.
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