Devil worship and me
Pictured: Me and Martin in our devil worship days
I'm the one wearing the white tie
Back in
the 70s there was a weekly magazine which was very popular for a while. It was
called Man, Myth and Magic, and it built up over the months into an encyclopaedia which explored Satanism, Demons, Alchemy, Pagan
gods, and many other dark areas of knowledge. Subjects which fascinated the gullible and the young.
I was
both, so it was perhaps unsurprising that I bought the odd copy now and again
when I could afford to.
As I
recall, there was one article in it that I read with particular interest. It
was about Aleister Crowley, the so-called ‘Wickedest man in the world’. It quoted
his famous principle: “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law”. That
got my attention.
Somewhere
else I read an account of his attempt (successful, it was said) to summon up
the great god Pan. Apparently the experience turned him into an insane babbling wreck.
Or it could just have been the drugs he took that did that.
Whatever
it was, I showed the article to my good friend Martin, and we both decided that
we could think of nothing better to do that afternoon than emulate Crowley by
summoning up the great god Pan ourselves.
We
needed a secluded location to work in, so we went to Dean Woods, where we set
about our task with much enthusiasm.
A god
needs a blood sacrifice before he will appear to man. That was our belief,
anyway. What were we to kill that would entice Pan sufficiently to get him to leave
his realm and visit ours?
We
thought about rabbits and mice and so on, but in the end we were either too
nice or just too plain chickenshit to kill any animals, so we killed a few
plants instead. We picked them from the forest floor and hacked them to pieces.
Quite viciously. We thought Pan would approve of that. Then to make sure they were dead, we burnt them.
We
chanted a few spells while we were at it, and made any number of blasphemous
statements, but, disappointingly, Pan never appeared, so we went home for a cup
of tea instead.
Actually,
I think both of us were secretly relieved that Pan couldn’t be bothered with
us.
We’d
both have shat ourselves if he he'd paid us a visit.
See:
Acid, weed, speed and me
Working in a morgue
An interview with myself
Visit my book page
See:
Acid, weed, speed and me
Working in a morgue
An interview with myself
Visit my book page
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