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War is the Universal constant—peace is for the dead.
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Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
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WAR—A by-product of the arts of peace.
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For [Tarot] is a Wargame, & not a Peacegame
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WAR!—The Tower Dance Most people naturally shy away from violence, that is from fast change (which is really all violence is). In Aleister Crowley's lingo, "fast change" means to "fuck hard"—that is deeply and rapidly and violently so as to bring on the Tower Dance of Change—or War! When you fuck someone you war against that person—OR, perhaps in partnership the two of you war against the blankness of the peace outside your lightning storm of changing power. And that power is directed against what will not change, and what will not let you change—what keeps you from being able to fuck hard and magickally. So, you undermine this tower, by the dance. You lay your charges with each pelvic thrust, and ready the clouds to bring the positive and negative powers to strike the lightning blast upon the phantom solid and its doomed garrison of peaceloving losers. Tarot is almost dead now—almost rotted through to the heart and mind with stupidity and ignorance and foolishness. Decades of peaceloving losing, of substituting hanged-cabbagesoup slop for the heart-piercing rose and the mind-splitting sword, of planting turdseeds in the garden and exulting in blooming sewage, have wrecked the deck almost to death. The paper-thin and VERY peaceful exterior of this Tower needs no storm to shatter it, no pair of violent lovers to blow its head off and seize its falling crown, but only a little nudge, just the slightest kiss of killing will do. But FUCK THAT!! Let's go to war anyway!! SWORDS!! And when we are done with this bloody fun, may the intelligent rebirth of Tarot have begun! |
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