Jamie Gregory's Hinter-Land

Azimech: The 14th Mansion of the moon

The latest in the river walk series is the River Walbrook which emerges into the city through the wall east of Moorgate and passes under the Bank of England.
The Romans built a temple to Mithras on its eastern bank, the remains of which have been relocated onto Queen Victoria St. (behind hordings at the moment however it did not stop your intrepid film maker from jumping the fence.
Governed by the planet Mars...soundtrack by KLF..

Some further information with regard to the twenty-eight mansions of the moon, which I'm currently working on. The purpose of this working is to produce a map of the psyche for exploration. In this explanatory document below the wheel is amplified and attributions of the classical four qualities and elements are made. In addition the twenty-eight letters of the arabic alphabet are applied to act as keys to open each mansion for psychic exploration.

I'm taking part in an experiment in Electronic Voice Phenomena. No voices so far however, last night I recorded a two minute segment which included two 'knocks'. Before anyone asks, I was sitting quite still and did not hear them until I listened to the playback.

I've uploaded the section with the knocks on below. You will hear me say "Hello...is anyone there?" (Yeah, original I know!). A few seconds later you can hear two knocks. Spooky eh?

Here's something someone else prepared earlier....

Hypostatis of Az

The Az which can be named is not the eternal Az
Convulsion of the Az: The great meiosis
From the naught, both sides were born
The principle of gravity
The principle of radiance
These twins wax and wane in an ever – changing ratio
From these two all re-birth proceeds
Although both are simultaneous and immanent – gravity precedes radiance in time; as the seeded earth the harvest
Through time they describe a sine-wave proceeding from the centrum
This movement forms two worlds
Gravity governs Downland
Radiance governs Upland
Crossing the centrum is called translation
All deities of double nature, translation or ambiguity reside at the centrum
The deities of expansion and growth reside in Upland
The deities of contraction and death reside in Downland
North is the maxima of Downland
East is the translation to Upland
South is the maxima of Upland
West is the translation to Downland
No-thing controls the Great Process – as it is inherent in the All
However all things mirror it
Amongst these – foremost is the moon
In its oscillations
In its cool radiance
In its hidden face
In its tidal influence
It excels in representation
In marking its placing and phases the Great Az becomes sentious as a flash of lightening translates a landscape from the darkness
Know this to be true and let it not lie fallow in the mind.

Continuing the project of walking the northern rivers which flow into the Thames - we reach the Westbourne. Formed by a number of smaller rivers which converge at Kilburn High Street station (formerly a spa), then it flows through Maida Vale and Carlton Vale and under Westbourne Park. The film picks it up at Paddington and follows it to its entry point into the Thames at Chelsea embankment.

The river is governed by the sun.

I've entered a competition in a London newspaper (Metro), to win a Sony handcam - with the following videoclip:

An interpretation of this Mandala of the Mansions of the Moon is given in the following document.

Following a chance meeting with a mysterious de-frocked priest a forgotten manuscript has come into my possession. It purports to be a reject from the now de-funked Buffy the Vampire Slayer series six. Because of the importance of this find the original manuscript is not available for scrutiny. I'll let you, the public, decide on its authenticity.

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER MEETS ALEISTER CROWLEY

SCREENPLAY

(The scene opens with Buffy on patrol; she looks bored witless as she enters a dark and dank alley.)

BUFFY: C’mon guys don’t do this to me can’t one of you show a slayer a good time?

(She lifts the lid of a garbage can)

BUFFY: Anything with slime for blood in here with an evil plan to destroy the world….how about just Sunnydale; it ain’t that hard?

This is so double math.

(A sudden flash of light and puff of orange smoke appears behind Buffy who swings round ready to give a karate chop – out pops Willow.)

WILLOW: Hey – No, no no! It’s me, It’s me Buff!

BUFFY: Hey – Can’t you announce before you teleport; it’s kinda too sudden?

WILLOW: Sorry Buffy but Giles sent me it’s an emergency he’s worried the world might end tonight!

BUFFY: Well Giles always has to have something to worry about. What is it this time?

WILLOW: He’s gotten something real bad from the Hellmouth.

BUFFY: Oh God! Not halitosis again?

WILLOW: He’s serious Buff; don’t be mad at me (looks worried), It’s Warren.

BUFFY (sighs): Everyone’s favourite uber-nerd! What have those losers gone and done now?

WILLOW: He’s stolen the Baubles of Baphomet!

BUFFY: Can’t Baphomet claim them on insurance?

WILLOW: Giles says they can be used to raise the dead.

(Three figures descend from the sky with jet-packs on their backs it’s our favourite uber-nerds)

WARREN: Hey Slayer! Am I going to kick your ass tonight.

BUFFY: Hey Warren – Y’know most guys try a little flirting first off perhaps a few sweet nothings in my ear or suggestion of a dinner date or a visit to the movies – there’s probably a reason why you never kept a girlfriend.

JOHNATHAN: Oh no, Warren that’s sarcasm I just know she’s gonna get real pissed at us.

WARREN: That’s a lie Slayer! Girls just don’t appreciate my superior mind.

BUFFY: Hey Warren don’t confuse the size of your ego with a superior mind.

WARREN: No matter your words will be empty where you’re going, no doubt your ginger witch-friend has told you I can raise the dead and have I got something special for you.

BUFFY: Let me guess… Bela Lugosi?

WARREN: None other than the Great Beast himself!

BUFFY: Darren Walters from third grade?

WARREN: Aleister Crowley himself! – Prepare to be dragged to Hell, slayer.

(Warren holds up two crystal baubles emitting an eerie violet glow, one in each hand.)

WARREN: ZAZAS ZAZAS SATANANDAS ZAZAS! Arise Therion!

(The ground shakes a bit and some bricks and dust fall from nearby buildings. Suddenly the ground splits open and out of the abyss rises Sir Aleister Crowley in burgundy knickerbockers and matching jacket with cummerbund & a vast bowtie. Apart from a tuft on his forehead he is clean shaven)

ALEISTER: Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole Of The Law!

BUFFY: Hey don’t let me catch you saying that within earshot of Dawny. It’s bad enough getting her to go to bed as it is.

WARREN: Destroy her Therion, I command you and drag her soul to hell!

ALEISTER: Young man! I think you must have been very badly brought up!

BUFFY: Y’know I was just thinking that too.

WARREN: But you are constrained by Baphomet’s Baubles to do my will!

ALEISTER: Do you know anything whatsoever?

WARREN: What d’ya mean?

ALEISTER: That every man AND every woman is a star! This child of Babalon (gestures vaguely in Buffy’s direction), is carrying out her True Will.

WARREN: What about My will!

ALEISTER: You, young man have singularly failed to discover it. As such I am not obliged to carry out your whims. What is more you also conjured me without paying the necessary call-out charge.

WARREN: No-one said anything about a call out charge. This is dumb!

ALEISTER: It’s a straight fifty-fifty split between the Annunaki and the spirit of the dear departed and as I find myself a little embarrassed for funds of late I must insist that you pay or the three-headed guardian of the gates to the underworld will be unleashed on this rather dreary suburb.

WARREN: Now that’s more like it!

(Willow rushes forward)

WILLOW: Oh, I’m sure we can make some financial recompense so as to avoid any inconvenience, Sir Aleister.

ALEISTER: Most gracious of you to offer, my scarlet-haired Sapphic, and I most certainly accept. Perhaps you have a good bottle of Courvoisier to seal our agreement?

WILLOW: Back at the Magic Box, I’m sure!

ALEISTER: Then it is my Will to do your bidding entirely. (Aside) I only hope it includes a fine debauch!

WARREN: Hey! That’s, like, so unfair! I’m the one with the Baubles.

ALEISTER: Then I suggest you try reading the label on them BEFORE you use them in future. Love is the Law.

(Sir Aleister and his new chums walk away in the direction of the Magic Box).

THE END