For all of you out there who worship Aleister Crowley like he is a God…sometimes the truth is a WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT than fantasy…and if you are involved in Black Magic there is a price to pay and it will bite you in the butt….
1. Aleister Crowley was brain damaged from an accident as a child.
2. His behavior throughout his life was one of a psychotic. He did many sick and disturbing things.
3. He had no magical powers. If he had he would not have wound up a drug addict in a flophouse.
4. Becoming a drug addict, demonically possessed, a pedophile, contracting syphilis, sponging off people, and dying in a flophouse are not desirable things. A person who is involved in these things is not someone you base your religion on.
5. Crowley was obsessed with sex and strongly influenced by Satanism.
6. His occult teachings did not make him a better person. They made him a psychotic weirdo. People who follow his teaching can hope for the same.
7. His grandson did not follow in his footsteps, but became a Christian instead.Crowley suffered from sexual deviations, which he wrote about extensively. He was bisexual, and a pedophile. In fact all throughout Crowley�s writings is an obsession with sex. He was obsessed with sex to the point he might be described as a pansexual; a person who see sex in everything. He often paid prostitutes to have sex with him, from which he contracted V.D. He seemed to be willing to try anything sexually.
Crowley developed an interest for the occult at an early age. He started reading books on occultism such as Mather’s Kabbalah Unveiled, and the infamous Book of Black Magic and of Pacts by A.E. Waite, and claimed at age 14 he even made a pact with the devil. He attended Cambridge University after he finished public school, but dropped out before graduating. He fancied himself a painter, a poet, and above all a “magickian”.
Bone Fires ( bon fires) or the art of hiding human and animal sacrifice
Ever since human and animal sacrifice were started they have used “fire” to hide the evidence.
Archeologically on sites that have practiced” sacrifice” that have been discovered, their usually was a fire pit discovered that would be used to hide evidence. It is part of the ceremony of high level magic to hide and destroy evidence. And since lying is part of “magic” and all of the religions associated with, it goes with- out saying that being secretive about the process goes hand in hand.
And since every cult is different with some practicing “sacrifice” and others not, it can be very confusing to the world as they watch in.
The ones that do practice “sacrifice” almost always have a doctor and a funeral director working for the group.
In the mafia this also is a common practice and many times a hit (murder victim) will be buried along with a paying customer, and often times double buried.
In the realm of “satanic sacrifice” the bodies of babies that are bred, or other victims are usually cremated.
While some groups prefer to kidnap “sacrificial victims” as this increases the traumatization, others breed. A doctor will many times be used to help “Breeders” produce babies for blood rituals.
A huge part of this process is disinformation. You will notice on the internet where ever any one is making claims of how many “children” are going missing or ”victims” a disinformation agent will disclaim or try to make it sound ludicrous.
How than do we know it is real? By the amount of victims who are victimized by being a part of it, and also witnessing actual events.
Even those victims have been re-victimized by disinformation tactics meant to cover up what they are really doing.
It is very real and the amount of victims is staggering.
Here is a Quote from Aleister Crowley
Aleister Crowley — initiated to the highest levels of “Freemasonry” and high priest of the Golden Dawn, said: “A white male child of perfect innocence and intelligence makes the most suitable victim.”
Yes there are some groups who can by using “incantations” summon lower level evil spirits but any serious “Black magician” has to use blood. It is all part and parcel of the attainment of power.
So does it not make sense that disinformation and cover up would be a huge part of this?
And then to go a step further that they would cover up what they are really doing?
The mysterious deaths gripped the nation back in the 1920s and 30s.
More than 20 people linked to the opening of Tutankhamun’s burial chamber in Luxor in 1923 died in bizarre circumstances, six of them in London.
A frenzied public blamed the ‘Curse of Tutankhamun’ and speculated on the supernatural powers of the ancient Egyptians.
But a historian now claims the deaths in Britain were the work of a notorious satanist, Aleister Crowley.
Mark Beynon has drawn on previously unpublished evidence to conclude the occultist – dubbed the wickedest man in the world – masterminded a series of ritualistic killings in ‘revenge’ for the British archaeologist Howard Carter’s opening of the boy-king’s tomb.
After analysis of inquest reports, Crowley’s diaries, essays and books, he also argues Crowley was a Jack the Ripper-obsessed copycat murderer.
His ‘victims’ included Carter’s personal secretary Captain Richard Bethell, who was found smothered to death at an exclusive Mayfair club, and Bethell’s father Lord Westbury, who plunged seven floors to his death from a St James’s apartment where he reportedly kept tomb artefacts.
Other victims were said to be Sir Ernest Budge, a former keeper in the British Museum’s department of Egyptian and Assyrian antiquities – found dead in his bed in Bloomsbury – and Ali Kamel Fahmy Bey, a 23-year-old Egyptian prince shot dead by his wife, Marie-Marguerite, in the Savoy Hotel shortly after he was photographed visiting King Tut’s tomb.
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Ritual Rape of the Child
reflections of Satanic ritual abuse victims
Rape is a devastating crime to the psyche; the body that God gave just to you is taken over by some one else without your permission. Your sense of self is violated; and you feel fear that your life maybe the next thing to go. Rape causes panic and when the memories began to surface in my case it caused panic attacks. These attacks were accompanied by a rhythm of loss of bodily control, where my bowls ran a liquid that covered and stained my legs brown, while I shook and hyperventilated.
The first California rape memory to surface was of my satanic wedding. As my past began to unfold, I found myself nude, sitting on top of my father in intercourse. The candles that flickered around us were white and in individual cups, like those found in a Catholic church. They lined the pentagram mosaic on the floor. Around the perimeter of the circle, I felt the presence of a black robe wearing audience watching. The candlelight flickered and the image was gone. But I knew it was real, some moment from my past reincarnated in a vision. I wondered what it meant? If I got pregnant, would the baby be taken from me and then murdered, just as I had almost been?
The location of my satanic wedding was known to me. I had recently visited it with a friend and her realtor. The realtor wanted to see the “witches house” while it was for sale, but nobody went there alone, so she asked us to join her. It was located in Redondo Beach near the ocean. We all met at the location, then went up the walk of an aging white rambling structure with symbols in brick dominating one corner, making it look like a fraternity house for witches. In front was a large fenced garden of unkempt roses and other dying plants. At the time it looked and felt familiar to me, like a place from long ago. We knocked on the screen door and waited. A small, aging, gray-haired lady greeted us. I thought she looked harmless enough, a little like my own mother. We entered the house through an enclosed front patio, which reminded me of the train station in “Alice Through the Looking Glass”; again my childhood worked its way into my mind. We followed the lady into the main house. The air became heavy and the light dim. Dust and the smell of someone else’s lifestyle permeated the atmosphere. The walls were lined in a drab paneling which appeared old but not quite finished, giving rise to the possibility of moving a panel to expose a hidden room. The wood floors creaked as we walked around in circles, each area more dusty and drab than the last. I wondered where she had hidden the sunshine. She told us about the house as we walked. Her husband, who had founded a society and was a very important man, had built the house himself. I believed her. He was no longer alive as he had died in a car accident many years before. We all continued to follow as our tour suddenly took a sharp turn into a narrow staircase. Up we went following the steps that rambled around like a maze. At the top we were dumped out on the roof. I breathed in the fresh air, which was in stark contrast to the funny odors of the house. To me the house smelled and felt much older than its actual age of about fifty years, judging by its architecture. Again we all turned and entered the stairwell. I was both fascinated to stay and anxious to leave as we all went through the kitchen and out the back door into the sunlight again. Houses were like living things to me; they came in a continuum of good to evil. This house was definitely at the evil end of the spectrum. We then followed the gray-haired lady to a separate house on the back of the property. She unlocked the door and we all filed into another world, a secret place of magic, illusion and superstition. I found myself standing on a floor made of tiny tiles arranged with a huge pentagram mosaic dominating the center. To the one side was a table covered by a cloth with white candles on it. At the other end of the room was a dressing area, the large visible display of make-up, wigs, and costumes giving it a theatrical appearance. Behind this was the sleeping area complete with bed. The gray-haired lady looked on proudly, as this space obviously reflected what she was really all about, her passion. Everyone else appeared subdued. The realtor soon turned to go. She appeared nervous as she herded us all down the drive. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough……..
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