Update from the Temple No. 9

-The show on New Years Eve is now all ages but will still have the bar, so no one has an excuse not to go. 3201 3rd St. San Francisco California. $3 at 8 PM WOO
-Purple Mercy has begun to craft new arrangements which will be recorded in early spring 2010. It goes.
-Sebastian is the all-time champion of ro-sham-bo against Paul Woods.

Hail Eris,
Golden Apple Corps

Communication # 5

Plant Your Seeds, and Let Them Bloom: Points Toward Growth

1. It is absolutely imperative that the bonds of form, as they stand, are dissolved, reduced to materia prima, and cultivated to spring forth, blossoming commensurate to the times.

2. It is inexpedient and unfruitful to deny the temporal conditions at hand. It is as if the socio-political possibilities of the mid 20th century (the 1960s) are being given a second chance from Providence, as if the impetus of love has not yet given up on humanity. Dionysius is reawakening, and only those willing to accept the wine will become intoxicated and sing loud into the night.

3. It’s time to move. A quantum leap is occurring ad evolution, and adaptation must be committed. Truth, beauty, and justice (science, art, and morality respectively) must be sublimated and cultivated into love and freedom.

4. It is not simply enough to commit ideas to posterity via language and formulation. The seeds must and have been planted in order to grow. Growth is dynamic thus must be made manifest in time and space, as these conditions are commensurate to the demands at hand.

5. Combine idea with art in real time; this is the method of drama and poetry. Music is a sonic adaptation thereof and the means which could work best for us of the GAPPPM.

6. The time of germination is quickly coming to chrysalis; LET IT BLOOM! in every sense of the word. Justice is a means to Freedom, and Freedom is the circuit of Love. Love and Freedom are the maxim of dynamism, thusly being the most expedient. Freedom is the only means of evolution toward, and by, Love.

7. What does this look like immediately? A return to approach of guerilla ontology; it is not enough to theorize. Dramatic demonstrations of Love and Freedom through song, dance, melody, rhythm, tempo, ecstasy, joy, complete intoxication (with or without organic agents); these are the true conditions and symptoms of the Love and Freedom, the only possible causes and effects of Evolution. LET IT BLOOM.

8. Practically speaking, the streets must be taken in expression of the need for these conditions to be recognized (as the are, and have always been o/recurring). Human society grows in power by refinement. Human society must be in turn smelted and tempered again and again until the irrelevant death throes of resentiment (staticism, neophobia, conservativism, inertness) are transmuted.

9. This process grows forth, and is most easily understood/recognized/identified primarily in art, thusly art is the most expedient path toward evolution of consciousness. This impetus need not be curbed by the Heads or the Fists, therefore confrontation is not necessary; for the current will consume opposition in its under-toe, as even opposition is a break from form. “The artists are the antennae of the race.”-Ezra Pound.

10. THUSLY: Art toward Freedom toward Love is the evolutionary outflow of dynamic Dionysian influence, and ought to embraced, as it can only envelope by the marvelous current with which it flows. Only by these means can a positive, artistic, loving, freedom faring revolution be achieved. Violence and brute opposition are inexpedient and negative; note, positive as wealth, negative as illth. That is not to say the forms and boundaries will not be dissolved and destroyed; they will be engulfed and transmuted by Water and Fire accordingly, as the principles stand. Carrying forth as such can only be a be a vehicle for evolution and an impediment of decadence and stagnation.

NEW YEARS EVE 2009

The Heavy Hills live footage from the Church in Santa Cruz

The Heavy Hills with clips from "Black Hole Rising", "The Scarlet Woman", and "Non Serviam" in full. 11.22.2009. Thanks to Matt for filming.

LIBER 49
1. Yea, it is I, BABALON.

2. And this is my book, that is the fourth chapter of the Book of the Law, He completing the Name, for I am out of NUIT by HORUS, the incestuous sister of RA-HOOR-KHUIT.

3. It is BABALON. TIME IS. Ye fools.

4. Thou hast called me, oh accursed and beloved fool.

5-8. (Missing and presumed lost. Ed.)

9. Now know that I, BABALON, would take flesh and come among men.

10. I will come as a penelous (sic) flame, as a devious song, a trumpet in judgement halls, a banner before armies.

11. And gather my children unto me, for THE TIME is at hand.

12. And this is the way of my incarnation. Heed!

13. Thou shalt offer all thou art and all thou hast at my altar, witholding nothing. And thou shalt be smitten full sore and thereafter thou shalt be outcast and accursed, a lonely wanderer in abominable places.

14. Ye Dare. I have asked of none other, nor have they asked. Else is vain. But thou hast willed it.

15. Know then that thus I came to thee before, thou a great Lord, and I a maid enrapt. Ah blind folly.

16. And thereafter madness, all in vain. Thus it has been, multi- form. How thou hast burned beyond.

17. I shall come again, in the form thou knowest. Now it shall be thy blood.

18. The altar is aright, and the robe.

19. The perfume is sandal, and the cloth green and gold. There is my cup, our book, and thy dagger.

20. There is a flame.

21. The sigil of devotion. Be it consecrated, be it true, be it daily affirmed. I am not scorned. Thy love is to me. Procure a disk of copper, in diameter three inches paint thereon the field blue the star gold of me, BABALON.

22. It shall be my talisman. Consecrate with the supreme rituals of the word and the cup.

23. My calls as thou knowest. All love songs are of me. Also seek me in the Seventh Aire.

24. This for a time appointed. Seek not the end, I shall instruct thee in my way. But be true. Would it be hard if I were thy lover, and before thee? But I am thy lover and I am with thee.

25. I shall provide a vessel, when or whence I say not. Seek her not, call her not. Let her declare. Ask nothing. Keep silence. There shall be ordeals.

26. My vessel must be perfect. This is the way of her perfection.

27. The working is of nine moons.

28. The Astarte working, with music and feasting, with wine and all arts of love.

29. Let her be dedicated, consecrated, blood to blood, heart to heart, mind to mind, single in will, none without the circle, all to me.

30. And she shall wander in the witchwood under the Night of Pan, and know the mysteries of the Goat and the Serpent, and of the children that are hidden away.

31. I will provide the place and the material basis, thou the tears and blood.

32. Is it difficult, between matter and spirit? For me it is ecstacy and agony untellable. But I am with thee. I have large strength, have thou likewise.

33. Thou shalt prepare my book for her instruction, also thou shalt teach that she may have captains and adepts in her service. Yea, thou shalt take the black pilgrimage, but it will not be thou that returnest.

34. Let her prepare her work according to my voice in her heart, with thy book as guide, and none other instructing.

35. And let her be in all things wise, and sure, and excellent.

36. But let her think on this: my way is not in the solemn ways, or in the reasoned ways, but in the wild free way of the eagle, and the devious way of the serpent, and the oblique way of the factor unknown and unnumbered.

37. For I am BABALON, and she my daughter, unique, and there shall be no other women like her.

38. In My Name shall she have all power, and all men and excel- lent things, and kings and captains and the secret ones at her command.

39. The first servants are chosen in secret, by my force in her--a captain, a lawyer, an agitator, a rebel--I shall provide.

40. Call me, my daughter, and I shall come to thee. Thou shalt be full of my force and fire, my passion and power shall surround and inspire thee; my voice in thee shall judge nations.

41. None shall resist thee, whom I lovest. Though they call thee harlot and whore, shameless, false, evil, these words shall be blood in their mouths, and dust thereafter.

42. But my children will know thee and love thee, and this will make them free.

43. All is in thy hands, all power, all hope, all future.

44. One came as a man, and was weak and failed.

45. One came as a woman, and was foolish, and failed.

46. But thou art beyond man and woman, my star is in thee, and thou shalt avail.

47. Even now thy hour strikes upon the clock of my FATHER. For He prepared a banquet and a Bridal Bed. I was that Bride, appointed from the beginning, as it was written T.O.P.A.N.

48. Now is the hour of birth at hand. Now shall my adept be crucified in the Basilisk abode. 49. Thy tears, thy sweat, thy blood, thy semen, thy love, thy faith shall provide. Ah, I shall drain thee like the cup that is of me, BABALON.

50. Stand thou fast, and I shall pass the first veil to speak with thee, through the stars shake.

51. Stand thou fast, and I shall pass the second veil, while God and Jesus be smitten with the sword of HORUS.

52. Stand thou fast, and I shall pass the third veil, and the shapes of hell shall be turned again to loveliness.

53. For thy sake shall I stride through the flames of Hell, though my tongue be bitten through.

54. Let me behold thee naked and lusting after me, calling upon my name.

55. Let me receive all thy manhood within my Cup, climax upon climax, joy upon joy.

56. Yea, we shall conquer death and Hell together.

57. And the earth is mine.

58. Thou shalt (make the?) Black Pilgrimage.

59. Yea it is even I BABALON and I SHALL BE FREE. Thou fool, be thou also free of sentimentality. Am I thy village queen and thou a sophomore, that thou shouldst have thy nose in my buttocks?

60. It is I, BABALON, ye fools, MY TIME is come, and this my book that my adept prepares is the book of BABALON.

61. Yea, my adept, the Black Pilgrimage. Thou shalt be accursed, and this is the nature of the curse. Thou shalt publish the secret matter of the adepts thou knowest, witholding no word of it, in an appendix to this my Book. So they shall cry fool, liar, sot, traducer, betrayer. Thou art not glad thou meddled with magick?

62. There is no other way, dear fool, it is the eleventh hour.

63. The seal of my Brother is upon the earth, and His Avatar is before you. There is threshing of wheat and a trampling of grapes that shall not cease until the truth be known unto the least of men.

64. But you who do not accept, you who see beyond, reach out your hands my children and reap the world in the hour of your harvest.

65. Gather together in the covens as of old, whose number is eleven, that is also my number. Gather together in public, in song and dance and festival. Gather together in secret, be naked and shameless and rejoice in my name.

66. Work your spells by the mode of my book, practicing secretly, inducing the supreme spell.

67. The work of the image, and the potion and the charm, the work of the spider and the snake, and the little ones that go in the dark, this is your work.

68. Who loves not hates, who hates fears, let him taste fear.

69. This is the way of it, star, star. Burning bright, moon, witch moon.

70. You the secret, the outcast, the accursed and despised, even you that gathered privily of old in my rites under the moon.

71. You the free, the wild, the untamed, that walk now alone and forlorn.

72. Behold, my Brother cracks the world like a nut for your eating.

73. Yea, my Father has made a house for you, and my Mother has prepared a Bridal Bed. My Brother has confounded your enemies.

74. I am the Bride appointed. Come ye to the nuptials--come ye now!

75. My joy is the joy of eternity, and my laughter is the drunken laughter of a harlot in the house of ecstasy.

76. All you loves are sacred, pledge them all to me.

77. Set my star upon your banners and go forward in joy and victory. None shall deny you, and none shall stand before you, because of the Sword of my Brother. Invoke me, call upon me, call me in your convocations and rituals, call upon me in your loves and battles in my name BABALON, wherein is all power given!

Step outside and breath deep. The birds are chirping it's 3 AM. Smell the sharp cold evening air. Look to the west. The heavy hills sprawling vast, covered in amorous glistening fields, glowing stoned in the moonlight with electricity all around. Tumbling down the valley into the dark grove, the sages charging headlong into the night. Be my bomb come off it alright? A cobra snake loose in the evening, lapping at the heart, lungs and spatial interior. Paint stars on your ceiling body and blow it to pieces. Take a step into the other world that's happening all around, that good ol' invisible landscape you ain't never seen before. Just drop it, there ain't no life in no screen, and you ain't Narcissus. We are alive but sleeping, walking, nightmares riddled with dreams. Waterfalls of imagination coming from our eyes and pouring out of our mouths and ears, every orifice bursting forth with light purple blue green orange yellow black white GO GO GO! And what else can you do but move?

NEW YEARS EVE SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA
SABERTOOTH ZOMBIE
PURPLE MERCY
HEAVY HILLS
TBA

MORE INFO SOON STAY TUNED IN

'WEIRD DANCING IN ALL-NIGHT computer-banking lobbies. Unauthorized pyrotechnic displays. Land-art, earth-works as bizarre alien artifacts strewn in State Parks. Burglarize houses but instead of stealing, leave Poetic-Terrorist objects. Kidnap someone & make them happy. Pick someone at random and convince them they're the heir to an enormous, useless & amazing fortune--say 5000 square miles of Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or a collection of alchemical mass. Later they will come to realize that for a few moments they believed in something extraordinary, & will perhaps be driven as a result to seek out some more intense mode of existence.'
-from 'Temorary Autonomous Zone' by Hakim Bey