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Paroxysms of Magick
by Lionel Snell
Recently I drew a comparison between the two systems of ideas arising at the same moment in
history (1904): Einstein's theories of space-time relativity, and Austin Osman Spare's theories
which I described as "a relativity of belief". It was interesting that the year of the writing of the
Book of the Law, i.e. the first year of Crowley's New Aeon, should have been the time when
traditional ideas of "the absolute" came under attack on two fronts.
Einstein undermined the idea of absolute position. So such questions as "does the sun go round
the earth or the earth go round the sun" were demoted from being questions about absolute truth
to questions about human choice. The answer is that from an everyday perspective it is easiest
to think of the sun as circling the earth: it allows us to go on using handy expressions as "sun
rise" and "sun set". But in a scientific framework it is much simpler to work with the idea of the
earth circling the sun - because the equations are easier.
Because I saw this idea as very basic to magic, the nature of belief has been a recurring theme in
mine own ideas. In SSOTBME I pointed out that the question "do you REALLY believe in
spirits", which is typical of the non-magician, is not very interesting to the magician. The latter is
more likely to argue as Crowley did that "I perform certain actions and certain results follow";
and, as with the scientists' heliocentric equations, the spirits often provide a neater model of the
phenomena than any psychological or coincidental theory of magic.
We all recognise the power of absolute belief - fanaticism can move mountains - but we see that
it is a power which tends to rule the believer. Magic is more concerned with ruling over power
than being ruled by it. The struggle is perhaps to "beef up" our carefully chosen beliefs by
making the unconscious accept them as absolute, but without handing over our control in the
first place.
It is because of this confusion about belief - the heavy associations which linger with the word -
that I have wondered about finding an alternative or replacement concept. Instead of "believing
in" some idea, might we not "delight in" it? or "rejoice in" it? Or perhaps it is better to kidnap a
dated phrase and say "instead of believing in ideas I am going to dig them". So the answer to
"do you really believe in spirits?" becomes "no, but I really dig them!"
This "digging" principle was in a sense the serious message behind the "Manifesto of the
OTTO" published in Aquarian Arrow number 21. This manifesto was a send-up of "heavy
heavy" New Aeon occultism, but also a justification of it. It began with the plea: "What
happened to the occult loonies, the hairy mega-thelemites of the late sixties? Where are they
now?
"When was the last time you attended a festival thronging with bordello witches, warlocks with
long beards and flowing cloaks, all heavy with ankhs, pentagrams and all the trappings of
kitschcraft. When were you last greeted in the streets of London with cries of 'Do what thou
wilt'?
"Over-the-top occultism is dead. Long live Over-the-top occultism!"
The general theme of the argument was "When occultism disassociated itself from the worst
excesses of Dennis Wheatley, it castrated itself; for the worst excesses of Dennis Wheatley are
where it's at."
The manifesto ended:
"The OTTO is the order that makes the Typhonian OTO look like the Mother's Union; makes
the age of Maat sound like the whisper of a politely restrained fart at a Conservative Ladies
luncheon gathering; makes Chaos Magick feel like a slightly limp cucumber sandwich remaining
on a plate at the end of an exceptionally dull vicarage teaparty.
"So put on your cloaks, tattoo yourselves with sigils, vibrate names of power at the Café
Royale, fill braziers with incense, wave kitsch swords … Exceed! Exceed! But ever unto me!"
The idea behind the OTTO is this. In our early days, when we first become acquainted with the
occult, it is often an awe-inspiring thing. After reading "The Devil Rides Out" we see an advert
for the Sorcerer's Apprentice in Exchange & Mart and send off in trepidation for a catalogue of
amazing incenses and weird paraphernalia to read by torch-light beneath the bedclothes with
chattering teeth - expecting hellfire to blast us at any moment. A few years later we have
worked our way through W. E. Butler, Dion Fortune and plucked up courage to read Crowley
and we are ready to argue the psychological validity of magical technique with anyone. What we
have gained is wisdom and understanding. What we have lost is that old gut-wrenching
excitement.
We know enough to steer clear of the ego-tripping looney with the piercing gaze and long black
cloak. We see through his act and congratulate ourselves. But we overlook the fact that a good
act can be a delight, a piece of street theatre, an art-form, an invocation in its own right.
The OTTO message is this: now we have grown up enough that we no longer are in awe of the
charlatan, it means that we are now free to delight in the charlatan - to
dig
the charlatan.
Now we are mature enough to realise there aren't any ancient brotherhoods with secrets passed
down from time immemorial, we are now free to
dig
those brotherhoods who put on a good act
of being just that.
Now we know that all paraphernalia is just trappings with no value other than surface
appearance, let us therefore maximise that residual value by making surface appearance utterly
mind-blowing!
When the 70's occultist says "there's no point in using a silver censer when a coffee tin serves
just as well", the OTTO initiate replies "there's no point in using a coffee tin when a 800 year old
human skull looted from the ruins of a Mexican temple serves just as well."
The excitement of the OTTO is the excitement of overdoing it, and I suggest that this approach
has something to offer us now. Let's consider an example of its application.
A typical problem of a hard core magical group is getting things to happen on time: after all the
excitement of planning a really staggering ritual, when it comes to the day no-one turns up on
time, and then they sit around chattering and smoking dope for a few hours before anything
happens. If the master of rituals gets stroppy and says that late arrivals will be fined or
excommunicated, then everyone protests that he is on an ego power trip - and quotations like
"let there be no difference made…", "every number is infinite" and "do what thou wilt" start flying
around.
Now the OTTO approach might be as follows: the master or mistress of ritual, with eyes blazing
and flecks of foam at the mouth, would scream "at the first stroke of midnight the door of the
temple will be NAILED SHUT, and the ritual will commence!" Instead of rebelling at this
apparent power trip, the brethren of the OTTO say "Wow! NAILED SHUT! That's really over
the top! We dig it! And the ritual happens on time.
Paroxysms of delight can indeed be magical. They are an expression of the affirmation that
pierces clouds of doubt. I can become so entranced by the loopiest of New Age festivals that I
can even end up digging the high prices…
In a sense I see the OTTO as spiritual heirs to the Fabulous Furry Phreak Brothers. Was not
much of the "magic of the sixties" a product of people's willingness to cast aside doubt and
indulge in paroxysms of delight? Some ageing hippies still insist that the Pentagon really did
levitate when they surrounded it with linked hands…
In the terminology of Crowley's essay on the subject, perhaps the Hunchback (?) has now had
a long enough innings, and it is time to reinstate the Soldier (!).
And now at last we are fortunate enough to have once more a real incentive to encourage our
actions. When the brethren of the OTTO find their enthusiasm for blood sacrifices and
desecrated churchyards to be in wane, they have learnt to sit in a circle, link hands, breathe
slowly and deeply, and meditate on the image of an apoplectic Geoffrey Dickens.

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