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Pride Cometh Before A Fall, But Then What?

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Once upon a time there was a boy called Icarus and he had amazing gifts given to him, and as he exulted in them he fucked it all up and died. The end. Only, what if it isn't the end? What if Icarus smashed his body on the surface of the sea, but instead of perishing utterly somehow floated, devastatingly injured, back to shore? Perhaps he landed on a different continent, full of shade, the tides of his home country having shunned him, and he set about understanding his fall. At first in despair and anger, and then in recognition that of the two options - surrendering to death or surrendering to his Will - only one was acceptable, he has no choice but to rebuild himself. First the inside; therapy, stalwart friends, removing the possibility of being confronted with the howls of those who contributed to, relished, or unwittingly participated in his fall. A daily practice and an understanding that to err is human, but to continue erring is bloody stupid. Slowly he comes back together i
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"Stop Dawdling" - Moving the Plot Along

 "Bloody late! Dicky's late again!" This is a key memory of my childhood. I am very happy to report that my childhood was mostly pleasant and comfortable and most of the arguments with my parents were of my own making, but there are certainly some particular points which have stuck with me and informed my processes and outlook. Most of the negative experiences with my parents were to do with their respective illnesses and early deaths (at my age of 24), which shaped my approach to marriage and parenthood in a less-than-helpful fashion. My dad was habitually late and would stamp along the corridor outside my room chastising himself as he dug through the airing cupboard for clean pants and socks, all of which I could hear from my room where I was ready to go to whatever family or social events I was being dragged along to. As all parents are wont to do, he did his best to prevent his failings manifesting in me, which has led to me being desperate to be on time for all thing
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Operation of taking the Oath of the Abyss

On Tuesday May 2023, I took the Oath of the Abyss at Chateau de Puivert, Southern France. I was in company with my partner, Soror O.F. who acted as Priestess of Babalon.  This blog is separate from my activities on behalf of Star Club or any other organisation, to chart my personal and magical relationship with Babalon and the A ∴ A ∴.  This is why the blog is named "A Crossing." Full context and the narrative of events can be found here: An Oath to end all Oaths on Star Club's website We arrived at approximately 21:00hrs local time after ascending to the plateau. First, Sr O.F. recited the Daughter of Fortitude, as an invocation of Our Lady: I am the daughter of Fortitude, and ravished every hour from my youth. For behold I am Understanding and science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me. They cover and desire me with infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars and covered with the morning clouds. M
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A Response by Sef Salem

  To whom it may concern, In 2017 I was married and had an affair with Georgia van Raalte. The end of my marriage is not the topic of discussion today. This affair was neither the first nor the last, but it did end my life as I knew it, and un-made the person I had become by this point. I had the best of intentions in forming a relationship with Georgia, but unfortunately my actions did not meet that standard and I failed her. We met at the Occult Conference that Spring, communicated for a few months, and then met regularly over the next year. She became an initiate of O.T.O. and a member of the body in Glastonbury, and we engaged in a relationship that revolved around magical discussions and operations with a hefty amount of drinking and hedonism. After one such occasion I made a choice to confront the alcohol component of our interactions and our relationship improved for most of its duration - although I was unaware of the emotional hurt I was causing her along the way - and we were
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