We Invoked Uphill! Both Ways….
You kids today, getting excited at the latest deluxe edition grimoire bound in goat skin with talismanic slipcase. You know what we got excited about back in MY DAY? Loose papers. Someone handing you a manila folder with loose papers meant that they werew either handing you secret order documents you had no business having, or something photocopied from a university library. Oh yeah… We sat there for HOURS photocopying entire books. You wanna complain about the cost of the latest three hands press book? Try paying 10cents a page for just some scraps about the Greek Magical Papyrii…
You kids today have it so easy.
There were no webpages back then. The OTO was like the goddamn A-Team “if no one else can help, and if you can find them, you can join…” I had to befriend an old man I met in a bookstore that gave me the home phone number of guy that MIGHT still be in the lodge two hours away. So all of a sudden you are making repeated phone calls to a some grizzled occultist you have never met, begging to join his cult – not a call likely to be returned. At least until you make that call 50 times over the next three months and he calls you back just to get rid of you.
We didn’t have social media then either. No Facebook. No Yahoogroups. No MySpace. Not even fucking Friendster. You couldn’t find the other people in the world with the exact same myopic opinions and interests that you have. No groups for just for Celtic Taoists, Thelemic Palo Mayomberas, or people following the Key Of Solomon to the letter. You just had to form a study group, cabal, or coven and put up with whoever showed up. You had Setians participating in Wiccan Circles, Tantrikas going to OTO meetings, Chaos Magicians showing up for Modern Magic practice sessions because that is all there was in your area, and at least it was something.
The tools we used at those Modern Magic sessions were all made by us. There were no high quality Grimoire tools made by actual craftsmen that you could purchase. You had dowel wands with finial tops, and old pewter chalices you painted up from the second hand shop. Your stuff all looked like props for a middle school play – BUT WE LIKED IT THAT WAY!
Don’t even get me started on Planetary Hours! We didn’t have the lunarium! We didnt have APPS! We had a local newspaper, a calculator, and a small headache by the time we figured out the hour of Venus.
You kids today would have never made back in 1989…