magickal utopian pedagogy: Pedobythy (the First Emission is the Red Dirt from which Names are Made), an Introductory Draft

Being a new and psychocosmological approach to teaching drawing from Feri-tradition witchcraft, Chomskyan linguistics, Valentinian Gnosticism, and the writings of Robert Anton Wilson
by et alia laughing and weeping

This is what Ardhanarimurti says to Hoor-paar-kraat in every moment.

Once upon a now, there are three lands, and they are known as the Land of Just (where there is no guru), the Land of Or (where the guru-archetype is the bimbo), and the Land of And (where the guru-archetype is the autist). These three lands all meet in one spot. It is a three-way crossroads, a trivia, anciently sacred to Hekate (goddess of the witches) and more recently sacred to Pombagira (the Divine Whore). On this trivia, on this three-way crossroads, lives a tribe of people, and they are known as mup. Within them live more people, and they are known as muppets. Within them live yet more people, and they are known as the tzaddikim shel haShem, the saints of the Name. We are the muppets; outside of us is mup and within us are the tzaddikim shel haShem, and we live on the borders of Self, Other, and All.

This is what the World-Teacher says to the Crowned and Conquering Child in every moment.

Hail, Hoor-paar-kraat! Belan soyemtsi tsaqbu menssubi salhaqtsaqe emmenzhola wi! There is a place set at the table for thy whole beloved self, which I know because it is self-evident! I honor and love thy physical self! I give thee sustenance, that thou may take it into thyself and we shall be in community!

And e feeds him.

I honor and love thy talking self, known to the Hawai’ians as uhane, the qabalists as ruach, the Egyptians as ba, the Yoruba as emi, the voudounistas as ti bon angel, and the scientists as beta! I give thee mana-mana, that thou may take it into thyself and we shall be in community!

And e asks him a question.

I honor and love thy younger self, known to the Hawai’ians as unihipili, the qabalists as nefesh, the Egyptians as ka, the Ewe as vivi, the voudounistas as n’ame, and the scientists as alpha! I give thee mana, that thou may take it into thyself and we shall be in community!

And e plays with him.

And, most especially, I honor and love thy deep self, known to the Hawai’ians as aumakua, the qabalists as neshana, the Egyptians as sahu, the Yoruba as ori, the voudounistas as gros bon ange, and the scientists as gamma, which creates the world, and which I am as well! I give thee mana-loa, that thou may take it into thyself and we shall be in community!

And e teaches him.

W Hoor-paar-kraat, I call thee by thy Greek name, Harpokrates, theos Sigai, the god of Silence. W Harpokrates, who is called also Grace, and who is called also Thought, in thee is contained the Fullness and in the Fullness is contained the World, which thou birthed from out the seed of thy foolish companion lover, the Depth, the part of thee, of all of us, which is everything, which is called also Before-the-Beginning, and which is called also Forefather. The creation of worlds, no doubt, is a process obscure, but it is said, is it not, that thy first child, w Harpokrates, w Silence, was Mind, and this child, was it not so, is it not so, resembles and equals his father. Mind (born from Thought or Silence) is not far from the Depth, creator of all, the part of us which is everything, and so Mind is called also Only-Begotten, and Father, and Beginning-of-All. Mind alone, however, is not sufficient and so thou gave him a sister, who is named Truth, and a Four was completed (Depth and Silence; Mind and Truth). From Beginning-of-All, from Mind, from thy grandchild, from the beginning and form of the whole Fullness, there came through the womb of his sister-wife Truth another pair of siblings, who were called Logy and Life, and from them came Human and Gathering (who is also known as Assembly). That primal Four had become an Eight. But where these Eight are brought together, no stillness can be found for their creation, for the World and the Fullness in which it rests and indeed the Silence which contains them both, hold many things and all these things must be created, and so, Logy and Life gave birth to ten more Aeons, and Human and Gathering to another twelve, filling out the numbers of the Fullness to a total of three (the number of divinity), and of five (the number of humanity), and of two (the number united in me), gridded and matrixed into three dimensions.

From the union of Logy and Life

• Deep and Mingling
• Unaging and Union
• Self-Produced and Pleasure
• Immovable and Mixture
• Only-Begotten and Blessing

From the union of Human and Assembly

• Advocate and Faith
• Paternal and Hope
• Maternal and Love
• Everlasting and Intelligence
• Democratic and Blessedness
• Willed and Wisdom

This last (Wisdom) is the Aeon which sought to comprehend the Depth and it is by her that we create karma or action in this world the Depth has built for us.

This is what the Destroyer of Illusions says to Inanna’s son in every moment.

Nothing is true, and everything is permitted. Everything is true, and nothing is prohibited. Non sequitur or coincidence: do you see that spider’s web? Thirty strands stretch from the center, where the nausea-producing creature sits, and a spiral labyrinth not unlike the ones used in initiations of old (a secret: they never branched and so could not be failed, they were merely black) fills the spaces between these thirty supports. The spider is Deep Reality, that which causes our experience. We, younger, talking, are the spiraling Web Perilous. Hoor-paar-kraat! Lord of the New Aeon! Thou who art Silence, and Grace, and Thought, thou who art my charge, my student! The truest, most central part of thee (thy consort indeed!) is no thing, but an action, no noun, but a verb: no hawk nor human babe are thou, but a moving, jittering, weaving spider! Thou, who are a doing, does, and what thou does is thou!

And e slams a door in eir pupil’s face.

Look to your names, and you will know the truth of what I say! But Truth is just one of the primal Four. I stand now and affirm in the power of True, and of False, and of Meaningless, and of Indeterminate. These four magickal tools – elemental and directional – fill every “is” in this prayer, in this teaching, for that is the only way they have power (potere means to be able). My words shift; this is Operation Mindfuck (OM); this is us. Hoor-paar-kraat! I summon thee! I summon thee here, to somewhere in the vicinity of my world, that our worlds may mix and blend and we might be in community. Everything is true, and nothing is prohibited. Nothing is true, and everything is permitted. And if I’m to succeed at this job your mother has given me, Hoor-paar-kraat, of teaching you, this will be the you I’ll be teaching.

And e slams a door in eir own face.

Hoor-paar-kraat, bleakest of miracles for me! For we experience mystically, we experience the Depth, but it is meaningless! No one has taught me how to use these magickal tools to teach you; your mother’s charge seems impossible. But look! That web has become a person! Language is its bones, and its name is Perception (an exercize: make a fish, or at least its bladder, of perception and experience). The Depth beats within its chest as a black heart. This is our partner in the completed eternal conversation of the moment, in which the World talks to us using our reaction to it and responds to us in our reply (for if we are talking to the World, and we are a part of the World, are we talking to ourselves?) The quality of conversation, as I am sure you will agree, Hoor-paar-kraat, vastly increases the better you know your partner, and so I am pondering: how does heart relate to blood, and how does blood become bone, and how does it all form Perception? The answer lies, witchily enough, in transformations. Hoor-paar-kraat, who is Silence and Grace and Thought, give praise unto the priest of Deep Structure, for he it is who created Deep Structure and proved his worship thereof by rejecting it! He it is who preaches the gospel of transformation and he it is who makes colorless green ideas sleep furiously! In this, we learn how heart relates to blood, and how blood becomes bone, and how it all forms Perception!

And e slams a door in your face. Now you may enter.

et alia laughing and weeping welcomes comments, feedback, confusions, and accusations. This is a draft, with the ideas still in the womb. You are its placenta, feed it with your responses. You can reach em at werd2thenerd@yahoo.com, or check out his educational blog, magickeducator.blogspot.com