I cannot break my oath to Kenneth Grant’s OTO, and I won’t. Here he is pictured in 1974. We used to drink in a pub just round the corner from where he lived, and did so much that my girlfriend and I renamed it the KG.
As we lived in Golders Green too, I sometimes took a trip there on my tod. One night, I fell into a conversation with two Hindu guys – a Brahmin from Gujarat and a Brahmin from Bengal.
Should they have been drinking at all? The tapestry unfolded. The Gujarati Brahmin was appalled at the fact another member of his gotra on the other side of India ate fish. The Bengali guy was appalled that the rigorous diet on the west coast was quite so vegetarian.
A Jain joined us. He said that day was a religious day in Jain tantrik culture. On one day a year, a faithful Jain could drink and do all sorts of things that they couldn’t do on any other day in the year.
Kenneth Grant was a thelemite but as the Kaula Upanishad said, you must respect other people’s notions of what the heck any of it meant. He was very taken with David Hall’s notion that Beelzebub (Gurdjieff) and the Beast (Crowley) were two of a kind.
As for the Nu Isis Lodge. As I was inducted in the first degree of Kenneth’s order, I never got to meet these people in 1973. Ithell Colquhoun was very nice to the SOTHiS people in her book about Mathers, but we’re still not sure where in her book, Sword of Wisdom – the Mathers picture, is. She left it to the Tate but now, apparently, it is nowhere found.
Kenneth was witty about the witch Graham Gardner and about the s0-called Scot McGregor Mathers. To me he described the BT tower as Gardner’s dick, and Centre Point as Mathers’ dick. Which one was the bigger dick?
Or was it the other way round? He was a very witty man. ♦
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I used to ride a motorbike, I believe it’s safe to now, and always took the A1 on my way to see my dad. It’s a safe Roman road unlike the obviously more glamorous and ultimately more tedious the so-called “M1”. The A1 has trucker spots on it.
I broke my leg at the crossroads where Kenneth G lived, in 1981. I was off work for four years, It wasn’t his fault, my subconscious was operating very strongly and believe it or not the Shri Yantra saved my life that night, yeah really.
I got to Rutland, and a quite severe blizzard decided to start, in June. Yeah really. I squeezed gently on my brakes and managed to avoid decking a car with the unlikely number OTO93M.
This time I came to no harm, the traffic slowed a bit and I got to Leeds safely.
Next week I met Kenneth Grant and told him of my experience. He said that it was all auspicious. Suspicious if you ask me. I have heard that the witches of Rutland can summon up all sorts of storms if they have a mind to. Usually, they don’t. But on this occasion I have the feeling they did… ♦
Outside the circles of time dwells a single indistinguishable flame, according to the tantraraaja tantra.
Kenneth Grant is known for his affection for Lam – a creature from outside the circles of time that informed Aleister Crowley.
I had one of my weekly meetings with Kenneth back in the 1970s, and the subject of Lam came up.
Lam, said Kenneth was a praeternatural creature transmitting the Typhonian message in a Seti or should that be Set like manner from a far away galaxy.
I asked Frater Aossic Aiwass whether he thought Lam was outside the circles of time, like maybe Shiva, or whether he really was a creature from a galaxy far from ours.
Kenneth said that in his opinion Lam was an extraterrestial creature. I replied that it was only 100 years ago when it took you weeks to get to Sri Lanka, to Bombay or to China, like Marco Polo. I said I guessed that to Victorians the inhabitants of these places were pretty praeternatural.
It’s only a hop, skip and a jump to Sirius (SOTHiS). ♥