They Don't Make Freaks Life They Used To, Baby.*

while the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn connected qabalah, tarot, geomancy, divination, astral travel, eastern and western mysticism, and alchemy, aleister crowley took it the farthest and developed his own religious philosophy, Thelema. great libertine, occulist, ritual and ceremonial magician, hedonist, drug-user, poet, mystic, prophet of the Aeon of Horus, and proponent of the philosophy "Do What Thou Wilt," he was basically The Man. crowley was also an artist, mountaineer, heroin addict, excellent chess player, writer, poet, and leader of a sex cult – otherwise known as “the wickedest man in the world”. aleister killed his first cat aged 11, and was linked throughout his life to rumors of infanticide and cannibalism. He caught gonorrhea before he even got to university, was openly bisexual, and would often brand his lovers with magic symbols on their chest.... he also liked to wear a talisman around his neck called segelah, which was smeared with dried semen and menstrual blood. but enough about the man, i’ll let his poetry do the talking: “stab your demoniac smile to my brain,/ soak me in cognac, cunt and cocaine." where are all the mystical babes like this nowadays?*





*for more witty commentary on weird shit, check out this girl at wanderlust.