A witch friend who is quite the scholar of all witch and magickal history, from what i can see, and i were discussing who really wrote the Necronomicon and he sent me this old 2009 blog post by Alan Cabal that Simon was really a Peter Levenda.
I told my friend that this story of what went on at the Magickal Childe bookstore in NYC gave me “flashbacks” of my slight involvement back when the Caliphate OTO was getting legally established. Sometime around the mid to late 1980s my friends and I visited NYC for a large (80+ Thelemites) in a rented room (we had to strap the steps for the altar of the GM onto a car and drive through downtown Manhattan or Brookly to get there) where I first heard the late Richard Gernon start the Gnostic Mass with yelling out the “Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos” of the Star Ruby, and i was hooked. I also remember the Priestess had a large star of Babalon tattooed onto her chest. I and others received our Minerval o* that day also. And the next morning i ended up sharing some cold cereal with Hymenaeus Beta the OHO of the OTO! Later that day we visited the Magickal Childe bookstore where behind the counter in a back room we could hear a ritual going on. And i bought my first black iron phurba there. Wild and crazy times for sure…..
I used to own an original paperback copy of the Necronomicon, and found it to be a workable grimoire, but never went through the gates because it was not the type of dark magicke i was practicing at the time. Back then i was experimenting more with Kenneth Grant’s Typhonian OTO systems.
Being a History of the “Simon” Necronomicon
The Doom that Came to Chelsea
by Alan Cabal
My ex-wife died back in March, after a long and heroic bout with cancer. She walked out on me in 1997, but we remained on good enough terms that I hosted her first and only visit to Vegas in October of 2001. Las Vegas was a refuge from the maudlin hysteria of the time. She was dazzled by it. I got to spend a week with her last year, just before I drove to California. I didn’t think I’d be coming back, and we both knew that this would probably be our last time together.
She had just enough strength to walk down the driveway to the mailbox, so we spent the week just hanging out, smoking pot and watching television, going over old times. The pot counteracted the nausea from the chemo and…
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