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I've always considered a hallmark of true spiritual insight to be an immense good humour. I'm extremely leery of "adepts" who have no sense of humour at all.
On a side note, every thelemite I know has a wicked sense of humour.
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How bout this?
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As anyone who has ever been to one of my lectures knows, I am completely humorless.
And that Lon DuQuette guy... man, what a somber and humorless case!
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The lack of sense of humor in a magician is proportional to their attachment to their persona/image. These people need their ego-Tower blasted.
A true magician uses this persona as a weapon & interface like anything else, not being attached thereto but not neglecting it. The trick is using all things with purpose unassuaged but having no lust of result.
IAO131
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Laughter is an automatic response from your soul that signifies that you are gaining wisdom. It is important that you don't laugh at others expense which is against your true nature. Other than that laugh it up. When we watch comedy it is the recognition of the ignorance in the comedians statement that compels us to laugh. By recognizing ignorance we become wiser. Our subconscience (or soul) rewards our attainment of wisdom with the feeling of elation that accompanies laughter. Laughing is in effect a part of becoming one. Anyone who does not like comedy or is afraid to laugh is blocking their own personal development.
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Just read any of Crowley's books and it's obvious he had a great sense of humour.
e.g. his recommended reading list in Theory & Practice.
his rant about spiritualists in the same book, accussing them of being "obsessed with sex"
the story about his complaint about "conspicuous" prostitution in Foyers. -
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As far as I recall, the Master Therion was pretty witty himself. Ill look it up in book 4.
Meanwhile, as Lashtal.coms former resident comedian, I am inclined to take your question quite seriously. Remaining humourless in the face of lethal, well polished, and brutally efficient jokes installs a certain sense of superiority, while at the same time making one susceptible to all kinds of sophisticated covert ridicule: The "see-saw", the "hollowtip", the "friendly stray", the "offside indirect air support flangette", or even the "Peshawar 2nd degree clusterfill inflictor"(my favourite whenever locked up in closed terrain). This is bound to land you in a world of shit: Either you accept the validity of such lampoon, and thereby relinquish your status as omnipotent, all knowing, sole wise one e.t.c, or, you cling to your hurting ego, hoping for your dear life that it will somehow, by some means, pass, by his grace and mercy, leaving you to plod on with your exceedingly clever, monstrous, monlogouse lecture of how the universe was glued together by phillponeese underpaid children in a parallel existence, shaped entirely like a piano bar you used to frequent downtown Moscow on your rainy second honey moon in the spring of 1978. Which is true. It was. It is simply just not a laughing matter, considering the size of the taxi bills, the waiter’s complete inability to correctly perceive your order, or the maid’s consistent ignorance of the "Do Not Disturb" sign tucked nicely and properly on the brass doorhandle
of your luxurious hotel suite. It was about that time you first met Carrington, an elderly distinguished gentleman, who for some reason had the peculiar ability to remain invisible to your wife, and who taught you (the hard way) the obscure mysteries of Swedish chessboxing, an art lost for centuries!
A most profound experience, and thus, after haggling with armed Russian authorities, as well as your way out of mental hospital, you somehow managed to sneak yourself across the Hungarian border, and had to live....hm...I digress, the point is, that it is not a laughing matter, and you simply demand to be taken seriously, lest Carrington ruin your breakfast again with his exceedingly scornful remarks about the stature of your cornflakes. Holidays aside, I believe that the correct attribution of the Apple of Eris should be the path of Peh on account of its martian destructive qualities, as well as its liberating Discordian ability.Yet it could be attributed to Gimel, on account of its Divine Intervention factor, depending on ones willingness to attribute Eris, the crazy woman herself, to either Binah or Daleth or Both, Im not quite sure frankly, I suddenly got this (kind of pleasing) sensation of being a thrashed violin, playing out of tune. God, I need to get laid.
Yours Sincerly,
Jimmy D, Uncharacteristically starved for both attention, as well as sex.
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