Elevator dude! where you been?

Hiya Tikay!

Welp, I've been here lurkin'. They don't often hit a subject I could claim experience with, so I do alotta reading instead of posting.

*waves atcha*

honey i got it...and admitted gladly that i was the fool in that thread, so yeah

No fool involved anywhere, you had a question, and this is the place to post it! Glad to be of some help...

Enjoy the weekend!

wwooo HOOOO

MM

Hey Arthur....well i can say for sure that i too am filled with hatred, at times, and with much love at others. That is part of being human. But that fool shouldn't be getting up so high (thinking he won't be made to fall) on that political soap-box, because even if what he spoke had validity some-place it had nothing whatever to do with archetecture gravity falls, or those buildings, and it was grotesque too.
if i want to see that crap I will tune in to the nightly news programs, on ABC, CBS, and NBC.

Yuck!

now~ back to the great debate...Those towers fell because of chapter twelve in Aleister Crowley's tome, Moonchild, at least in part.
~ just believe me!

here is a sampler:

Chapter XII
Of Brother Onofrio, His Stoutness And Valliance; And Of The Misadventures that Came thereby to the Black Lodge.

The ecclesiastic is a definite type of man. The Italian priest has changed his character, in three thousand years as little as he has his costume.
Brother onofrio's father happened to be a free-thinking Anti-clerical, a pillar of masonry ; otherwise, his son would assuredly have been a bishop.
The type is perfectly pagan, whatever the creed ; it is robust and subtle, spiritual and sensual, adroit in manipulation of inferiors and superiors alike. It has the courage which vigorous health and the conciousness of it's own validity combine to give ; and where courage will not serve the turn, astuteness deftly takes it's place.
A stupid pedant like Edwin Arthwait is the very feeblist opponent for such a man.
Brother Onofrio, while successfully, practicing magick, was quite ready at a moments notice to throw the whole theory overboard with a horse laugh---and at the same time to reckon his action in doing so a branch of magick also. It was the beginning of the duplicate brain-development which Cyril grey had cultivated to so high a point of perfection.
But Arthwait was in the fetters of his own egoism ; while he pronounced himself father and grandfather
of all spiritual science, in language that would have seemed archaic to Henry James, or Osric, and presumptuous in the mouth of an archangel, he was the bondslave of utterly insignificant writers, fakers of the magical " gimories " of the fourteenth century, hawkers of spells and conjurations to a benighted peasentry who wished to bewitch cows, or to prevent their neighbors from catching fish.
Arthwait had published a book to show the folly of such works, but in practice they were his only guide. In particular, he swore by the " Black Pullit, " which seemed to him less dangerous than the " Grand grimoire, " or the forgery attributed to Pope Honorius. he wanted to evoke the devil, but was terrified lest he should be successful. However, nobody could be more pedantically pious than he in folloeing out the practical prescriptions of these absurd charm-books.
This individual might usually have been discovered during that honeymoon in the Naples villa, seated in the arm-chair of the apartment which he had rented in the galleria Vittoria. He would be clad in a frock-coat of City cut, for he affected the " professional man, " and his air would be preoccupied. The arrival of his colleagues for consultation would apparently startle him from a profound speculation upon the weightier matters of the law.
It would be only by an effort that he spoke in English ; the least distraction would send him back into Latin, Greek, Hebrew, none which languages he understood. He was a peddler of words ; his mind a rag-and-bone shop of worthless ans disjointed mediaevalism.
The first formal conference took place when they had been about a week in naples.
" My fathers learned in Art Magic, " he began, addressing Gates and Abdul, "venerable and archetypal doctors of the hermetic Arcanum, it hath been sacramentally imposed upon our sophistic Tebunah by the monumentally aggregated psyco-mentality of Those whose names in respect of known dedications must here---juxta nos---be heled ob Danaos (as i should adumbrate advisedly, for is it not script, containing cowans, in the archives of the Clermont Harodim ?) that a term, in fine, should mete the orbit and currency ofr the heretic and apostate, quemintartarum conjuro, hight Grey, in hisareopagus of the averse hierarchy. I exiterate, clam populo, that all warrents of precursors falt no ratification, per-adventure, in the actual concatenation, sed, me judice, it is meliorated that by virtue and cosmodominicy of Satanas---cognomen ineffible, quod reverentissime proloquor !---the opus confronts the Sir Knights of the Black Chapter ---in via sua propia--- in the authentic valley and this lucus tenebrosa
Neapolitanensis, as the near ---nay, the next !---conflaguration of barbaric pilum against retiarial lubibry. Worthy Fathers and reverand in the doctrine, salutatio in summo imperio---per totum orbum---in the supranominal Donner of orcus and of Phlegethon---sufficit !"
The Turkish diplomat spoke nine languages, but not this one. gates, who had known Arthwait for many years, explaned that these remarks, formidable in appearence, meant only that Grey ought to be killed at any time, on general principles, but that as they were specially charged with that task by thier leaders, so much the better.
The conference, thus prosperously inaugurated, proved a legnthy one. how, indeed, could it be otherwise ? For Arthwait was naturally slow of thought and speech ; it took him some time to warm up to real eloquence ; and then he became solong-winded and lost himself so completely in his words and phrases that he would speak for many hours without conveying a single idea of any kind to his hearers, {editors note: How very like tikay!* } or even having one to convey.
But the upshot of his conversation upon this occasion was that an attempt should be made to poison the household magically by bewitching the food supplied to them from the market, certain succulent shell-fish, called vongole, very popular in Naples, were selected as a material basis, " because their appurtenance and charter was be-Yek! Klippoth, " as arthwait explained. Into these molluscs, therefore, might be conjured a spirit of Mars " of them that bear witness unto Bartzabel, " in the hope that those who partook of them might be stricken with some type of fever, fevers and allacute diseases being classified as Martial.
It was unfortunate for these plans that Brother Onofrio habitually took the precaution to purify and consecrate all food that came into the house before it reached the kiitchen ; and further, anticipating some attempt he had everything tested psycometrically by one of his acolytes, whom he had trained especially in sensitiveness to all such subtle impressions.
The shell-fish were consequently discovered to be charged with the Martial current ; Brother onofrio smiled hugely and proceeded to call upon the divine forces of mars, before which even Bartzabel " trembles every day " and, thus having converted himself into a high power engine of war, sat down to a gargantuan banquet, eating the entire consignment himself. the result was that the unfortunant Arthwait was seized with violent and intractable colic, which kept him twisted in agony on his bed for fourty-eight hours.
Gates had taken no part in this performance ; he knew how dangerous it was, and how likely to recoil upon the rash practitioner. But he did some genuinely useful work. He had been to the church in the village, near Posilippo, whose tower overlooked the Butterfly-net ; and he had pursuaded the priest to allow him continual access to that tower, on the pretext of being an artist. And indeed he had a pretty amatuer talent for painting in watercolors : some people thought it stronger than his verses. For ten days he watched the butterfly-net with extreme care, and he wrote down the routine of the inhabitants hour by hour. Nothing escaped himof their doings in the garden ; and ( as it happened ) the preponderating portion of their work lay out of doors. He could make nor head nor tail of the fact that the most important people were apparently doing no magick of any kind, but, careless lovers, enjoying the firstfruits of thier flight to the South.

{{{To be continued shortly.}}}

Mel spews forth