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My morning: Letter to Crowley, the famous occultist, satanist and spy.

Tired of taking familiar routes

I've come to a sudden stop.

Nowhere and nowhen to rush

I look at the wall 

with a small sunny spot

while my dog 

is quietly chewing 

a spare toothbrush.

Out of humming noise 

of awakening mind

I listen to one sound.

One string of thoughts

 attached to the letter K

is slightly out of balance.

The fabulous ending it adds  

to the word MagicK,

It's slightly too loud about

how it helps to transform

circus  into occult search,

to find out beyond doubt

who I am, what I was

and why I am still around,

the course to pursue,

and how to follow it out. 

It sounds out of tune 

providing direct answer. 

               I adjust it 

one quarter tone down.

The dog stretches. 


Finally fully awake we stand up 

to the world order

           and start

with a proper and perfect 

purposeless run in the park.

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Last few words: 
Magick, in the context of Aleister Crowley's Thelema, is a term used to show and differentiate the occult from performance magic . He wrote One must find out for oneself, and make sure beyond doubt, who one is, what one is, why one is ...Being thus conscious of the proper course to pursue, the next thing is to understand the conditions necessary to following it out. After that, one must eliminate from oneself every element alien or hostile to success, and develop those parts of oneself which are specially needed to control the aforesaid conditions. (Crowley, Magick, Book 4 p.134)
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