Ultraculture With Jason Louv

Jason Louv brings together thinkers from the worlds of spirituality, high technology and the counterculture with some of the most challenging issues we face today. Change your focus, change your reality.

Ep. 225: The Medicine Wheel Unveiled with Carlos Glover 11/11/2024

Ep. 225: The Medicine Wheel Unveiled with Carlos Glover Join us for an enlightening conversation with Carlos Glover as he introduces his transformative book, Earth Wisdom Teachings. In this episode, Glover shares insights from over 40 years of guiding individuals through the profound principles of the Medicine Wheel, a powerful symbol of interconnectedness that draws from ancient wisdom traditions. Glover begins by unpacking the Medicine Wheel, illustrating how it maps eight universal realms of consciousness and highlights the intimate relationship between humanity and the environment. He explains the wheel's role as both a tool for self-exploration and a means of bridging our connection to the Earth and the cosmos. Each segment of the wheel invites listeners to reflect on their own spiritual journeys. Delving into the eight intelligences in his teachings, Glover underscores the significance of present-moment awareness, enhanced through practices like meditation and nature immersion. The discussion evolves into the exploration of various states of consciousness, revealing how these experiences deepen our connections to our authentic selves and the shared reality we inhabit. The conversation becomes particularly poignant as Glover addresses the complexities of today's political climate, advocating for unity over polarization. He posits that embracing dualities and fostering conscious awareness can transform interpersonal dynamics, nurturing compassion and community during times of discord. Listeners will resonate with Glover’s candid anecdotes and practical advice on cultivating individual spiritual practices while engaging in respectful dialogue. As the episode concludes, Glover reflects on his own path of self-discovery, encouraging listeners to challenge entrenched beliefs and adopt a broader sense of identity. Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/33871497

Ep. 224: Meetings with Remarkable Magicians & Life in the Occult Underground With Carl Abrahamsson 11/04/2024

Ep. 223: Unlocking Inner Worlds: A Conversation on Psychedelic Therapy with Micah Stover 10/28/2024

Ep. 222: Ancient Manifestation Secrets With George Lizos 10/21/2024

Ep. 222: Ancient Manifestation Secrets With George Lizos In this episode of the Ultraculture podcast, Jason Louv welcomes back spiritual teacher and psychic healer George Lizos to discuss his latest book, Ancient Manifestation Secrets. George reveals how ancient Hermetic philosophies can enrich modern manifestation practices by examining the authentic teachings of antiquity, rather than contemporary New Age interpretations. He provides a comprehensive definition of Hermeticism, emphasizing its blend of Greek and Egyptian traditions through the lens of Hermes Trismegistus. Exploring the often-misunderstood Kybalion, he shares insights on how cultural perspectives can shape our understanding of these ancient teachings. George critiques modern manifestation concepts, advocating for a process grounded in one's life purpose, delineating five essential steps: raising vibration, clarifying desires, releasing limiting beliefs, nurturing energies, and taking inspired action. Personal anecdotes, including a transformative visit to Delphi, illustrate his journey and the emotional regulation practices he recommends for effective manifestation work. The conversation delves into the complexities of manifestation, touching on toxic positivity, the importance of gratitude, and the role of collective intentionality, while George highlights the significance of the Oracle of Delphi in modern practices of guidance rather than prophecy. With practical tips for living a spiritually aligned life, the episode offers a wealth of insights that fuse mystical traditions with actionable guidance, affirming that every moment presents a chance to connect with ancient wisdom. This rich, layered dialogue not only challenges mainstream beliefs but also inspires listeners to embrace the profound interconnectedness of their desires and the universe, making it an enlightening must-listen for spiritual seekers. Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/33540607

Ep. 221: Richard Kaczynski & Maevius Lynn on the Magick of Thelema 10/14/2024

Ep. 221: Richard Kaczynski & Maevius Lynn on the Magick of Thelema In this episode, we sit down with esteemed author Richard Kaczynski and practicing occultist Lynn Mavius for a captivating discussion on their journeys through Thelema, magic, and the intricate history surrounding figures like Aleister Crowley, J.F.C. Fuller, and Victor Neuburg. Richard opens by delving into his extensive contributions to the Western esoteric tradition, highlighting his renowned biography Perdurabo, which offers a comprehensive account of Crowley’s life. He also shares insights from his latest work, Friendship and Doubt, a deep exploration of the intertwined relationships between Crowley, Fuller, and Neuburg, and how their agnosticism and free thought shaped their magical practices and personal philosophies. Lynn complements Richard’s narrative by sharing her experiences as both a writer and a dedicated occultist. She discusses her active role within the local Pagan and Thelemic communities, where she teaches and engages with a broad spectrum of spiritual practices. As the conversation progresses, Richard and Lynn explore the idea of being a well-rounded magician, emphasizing the need to balance esoteric study with broader worldly pursuits. They reflect on their own practices, underscoring the importance of discernment, listening to one's inner voice, and the pursuit of one's true will. The pair also dive into the dynamics of being a magical couple within Thelema. With candid anecdotes, they discuss how their shared spiritual practices strengthen their bond, while also stressing the importance of maintaining individual paths. The conversation then shifts to a timely topic: the influence of social media—especially TikTok—on the dissemination of esoteric knowledge. Both express concern over the rise of disinformation and the cultural shifts within modern spirituality. Lynn points out the increasing polarization within occult communities and the lack of nuance in contemporary discussions of esoteric authors and their works. Together, they call for a revival of the intellectual curiosity that once characterized earlier generations of practitioners, encouraging engagement with diverse viewpoints, even those that challenge one's own beliefs. As the dialogue nears its conclusion, Richard shares exciting updates on his upcoming projects, including the audiobook release of Perdurabo, the critical edition of The Sword of Song, and his forthcoming book Mind Over Magic, which seeks to bridge the gap between psychic practices and psychological research. Lynn also promotes her latest initiatives, inviting listeners to join her online community and attend her lectures on modern occultism. Together, Richard and Lynn offer a contemporary lens on Thelema, advocating for inclusivity, thoughtful engagement, and the reclamation of magical traditions in today’s society. Their conversation is not only thought-provoking but also a call to deeper understanding, challenging preconceived notions of what it means to be a practitioner in the modern world, while enriching our appreciation of Thelemic history. /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/33443642

Ep. 220: Anubis, Egyptian God of Death—With Charlie Larson 10/07/2024

Ep. 220: Anubis, Egyptian God of Death—With Charlie Larson In this extensive interview, Jason speaks with Charlie Larson, a teacher, writer, and a practicing pagan and witch, who delves into the themes of personal transformation and the role of deities in modern spirituality. Charlie opens up about their lifelong passion for writing, which has served as an outlet for self-expression through both his childhood struggles and adult experiences. Their journey in language began during a challenging childhood, leading to academic pursuits in linguistics and a career in teaching English as a second language. This foundation laid the groundwork for Charlie's recent project: a book focused on the deity Anubis. Charlie provides a robust overview of Anubis, the Egyptian god often associated with death but whose role encompasses greater complexities. Initially conceived as the god of the dead, Anubis's character evolved over time, especially with the rise of Osiris, leading to a nuanced view of his responsibilities, which include embalming and the weighing of hearts—a pivotal aspect of ancient Egyptian beliefs surrounding the afterlife. Charlie explores theories on Anubis's origins and discusses how these deities were intertwined with the cultural fabric of ancient Egypt, providing context to their relevance in modern spiritual practices. The conversation shifts to the intersection of mythology and personal experience. Charlie describes their unique perspective on Anubis as a guide for navigating personal struggles, particularly during periods of difficulty and transformation. They encourage listeners to view deities like Anubis not merely as ancient figures but as living entities that maintain relevance in contemporary spirituality. This perspective recognizes the ongoing evolution of religious practices and the importance of adapting ancient teachings to modern contexts. Jason highlights the recurring theme of death within both ancient Egyptian spirituality and contemporary society. He critiques American cultural attitudes towards death as taboo, contrasting them with other cultures that embrace a more open relationship with mortality, such as Dia de los Muertos in Mexico. In discussing these differences, Charlie notes a growing trend in the U.S. toward celebrating life rather than solely mourning death, a shift that coincides with a rekindled interest in the spiritual significance of deities like Anubis. As they explore the significance of personal rituals and practices with Anubis, Charlie emphasizes the importance of intention over traditional ceremonial trappings. They advocate for a heartfelt approach to connecting with deities, suggesting that conversations and meditative practices can serve as effective means of establishing relationships with these powerful figures. They also touch upon the dual role of pets, particularly dogs, in providing comfort and protection, drawing parallels between the instinctual bond many people share with their animals and the guiding nature attributed to Anubis. Throughout the interview, both Jason and Charlie reflect on the transformative power of personal adversity and the healing process, underscoring the complex interplay between experiences of loss and the search for meaning in the modern world. Charlie candidly shares their experiences with shadow work, framing it as a journey supported by their connection to Anubis—a relationship that offers comfort and perspective amid life's challenges. The discussion concludes with Charlie sharing insights on how to incorporate the lessons learned from these ancient deities into contemporary spiritual practices. They encourage listeners to explore their own unique connections and to view these relationships as an evolving, living practice rather than a rigid adherence to tradition. The conversation not only provides historical context but also serves as an invitation for individuals to explore their personal spirituality with openness and creativity. Charlie's upcoming book, set to release in early No /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/33352892

Ep. 219: CRISIS APPARITIONS and Near-Death Experiences With Daniel Burke 09/23/2024

Ep. 219: CRISIS APPARITIONS and Near-Death Experiences With Daniel Burke In this episode of ULTRACULTURE, host Jason Louv sits down with Daniel Burke, an author whose work explores the intriguing phenomenon of crisis apparitions through a cross-cultural and historical lens. Daniel introduces the concept of crisis apparitions—intense experiences where individuals become aware of a loved one’s death at a distance, often just before it occurs. Drawing from his extensive research, Daniel discusses how these events manifest as sightings, voices, intuitions, or sensations of pain, revealing a deep emotional connection between the living and the deceased. Together, Jason and Daniel delve into the psychological and cultural factors surrounding these experiences. They examine how family dynamics, societal norms, and belief systems influence the sharing and interpretation of crisis apparitions, especially in times of grief. Daniel shares personal stories and historical accounts that highlight the ubiquity of these phenomena, despite their lack of mainstream recognition, and invites listeners to consider their broader significance. As the conversation deepens, Daniel critiques the typical scientific perspectives on crisis apparitions, challenging listeners to move beyond simple explanations. He and Jason explore how different cultures, such as those in Ireland and Iceland, have embraced supernatural experiences through folklore, maintaining a connection to the spiritual realm that offers comfort and insight into death. This thought-provoking episode provides a compelling exploration of a rarely discussed but profound aspect of human experience. Tune in as Daniel shares his knowledge, personal stories, and the impact of his work, offering fresh perspectives on life, death, and the mysterious phenomena that bridge the two. Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/33164852

Ep. 218: Judika Illes on Witchcraft & Mastering the Magical Arts 09/17/2024

Ep. 217: Jim Morrison, Secret Teacher of the Occult—With Paul Wyld 09/09/2024

Ep. 217: Jim Morrison, Secret Teacher of the Occult—With Paul Wyld In this episode, we dive deep into the life and legacy of Jim Morrison, exploring his extraordinary connection to the Western esoteric tradition and how it shaped his artistic journey. As we dissect the prevailing narratives surrounding Jim Morrison, we emphasize the need to view him through a lens that transcends Hollywood’s portrayals. Re-examining the common misconceptions about him reveals a man deeply rooted in intellectualism and spiritual inquiry. We discuss the concept of the "worm's eye view" versus the "bird's eye view," illustrating how a broader perspective can illuminate the complexities of Morrison’s character beyond the myths created by the music industry and film representations. Central to our exploration is Morrison’s inherent role as a secret teacher, someone compelled to awaken others to higher realities. The conversation highlights Morrison’s spiritual struggles, particularly in the context of his upbringing and familial expectations, emphasizing how these conflicts fueled his artistic ambition. We juxtapose this with Morrison's inclination to challenge societal norms, drawing parallels to figures throughout history who sought to transcend their own limitations and awaken others. Throughout our dialogue, we touch upon the powerful symbolism inherent in Morrison’s music and poetry, examining how his works serve as catalysts for awakening and self-discovery. His connection to artists like Nietzsche and Colin Wilson becomes apparent, illustrating a shared vision of consciousness expansion through art. The discussion also delves into Morrison’s experiences while living in Venice Beach, where his explorations led him to artistic freedom and an expanded understanding of existence. Of course, we also reflect on Morrison’s untimely death at 27 and the unanswered questions surrounding it, questioning the potential paths he could have pursued had he lived longer. Here, we consider the broader implications of his legacy—what it means in today’s context of spiritual awakening amidst societal pressures. Ultimately, the episode encapsulates the timeless lessons from Jim Morrison’s life and work: the importance of seeking authentic self-expression, the courage to confront societal norms, and the ceaseless pursuit of spiritual truth in a world filled with distractions. Enjoy the show! Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/32964092

Ep. 216: The Secret History of the Tarot With Jezmina Von Thiele & Paulina Stevens 09/02/2024

Ep. 216: The Secret History of the Tarot With Jezmina Von Thiele & Paulina Stevens Yes hello! In the latest episode of Ultraculture, join Jason Louv as he sits down with Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevens, co-hosts of the Romanistan Podcast, to delve into the rich and often misunderstood world of Romani culture and fortune-telling. In this thought-provoking episode, Jezmina and Paulina share their unique journeys as Romani women who have turned their cultural heritage into a platform for education and empowerment. They explore the distinct identity of the Roma people, often confused with Romanians or Romans, and emphasize the importance of reclaiming the narrative around their traditions, especially in the realm of fortune-telling. Jezmina, a skilled Tarot, palm, and tea leaf reader, and Paulina, a holistic healer and co-author of Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling, discuss how their diverse backgrounds led to the creation of their podcast, which celebrates Romani culture while challenging pervasive stereotypes. The conversation touches on the impact of historical and contemporary discrimination, the role of intergenerational trauma, and the resilience that shapes their craft. The episode also explores the nuances of divination, with Jezmina and Paulina offering insights into whether psychic abilities are innate or can be cultivated through practice. They delve into the balance between public visibility and cultural security, candidly sharing their experiences advocating for Romani culture while respecting family concerns. Listeners are invited to learn more about this vibrant community and their work by visiting romanistanpodcast.com. This episode is not only an exploration of Romani fortune-telling but also a celebration of a resilient culture often overlooked and misunderstood. Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/32857992

Ep. 215: The Sorcery of Solomon With Sara Mastros 08/26/2024

Ep. 214: Richard Metzger on His New MAGICK SHOW Documentary 08/12/2024

Ep. 213: I Am JopauL on Israel, Islamism & Middle East Escalation 08/05/2024

Ep. 212: Becoming Baba Yaga With Kris Spisak 07/29/2024

Ep. 211: Gary Lachman on Maurice Nicoll, Gurdjieff, Jung, Swedenborg & Waking Up to Reality 07/22/2024

Ep. 211: Gary Lachman on Maurice Nicoll, Gurdjieff, Jung, Swedenborg & Waking Up to Reality Gary Lachman, renowned writer and historian of Western esoteric tradition, shares his insights and experiences in his new book, Maurice Nicoll: Forgotten Teacher of the Fourth Way. This book delves into the life and teachings of Maurice Nicoll, a relatively obscure yet fascinating figure who bridged the ideas of Carl Jung, G.I. Gurdjieff, and Immanuel Swedenborg. Gary elaborates on the principles of the Fourth Way, developed by Gurdjieff, which integrates methods from various spiritual traditions to cultivate a higher state of consciousness in everyday life. Exploring Nicoll’s contributions, Gary discusses the implications of his extensive dream diaries and his unique approach to sacred sexuality. He highlights how Nicoll’s early work with Jung and later fascination with Swedenborg influenced his spiritual development and teachings, enriching his interpretation of esoteric Christianity. The conversation reflects on the relevance of Nicoll’s teachings in today’s world, considering the contemporary spiritual landscape and the ongoing quest for personal development and higher consciousness. Gary also shares his personal experiences and anecdotes from his involvement in the Gurdjieff Foundation, offering listeners a firsthand account of the practical application of the Fourth Way principles. He explores the controversial and lesser-known aspects of Nicoll’s work, including his radical insights that have made a significant impact on his followers and the spiritual community. In a stimulating conversation, Gary and Jason bridge historical esoteric practices with modern spiritual exploration, offering a profound understanding of Maurice Nicoll’s contributions to the Fourth Way and beyond. They discuss the importance of self-remembering and the harmonious development of man, highlighting the enduring significance of Nicoll’s teachings in the pursuit of higher consciousness. Enjoy the show! Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/32233807

Ep. 210: Spirituality, Kabbalah and Israel With Erin Doppelt 07/15/2024

Ep. 210: Spirituality, Kabbalah and Israel With Erin Doppelt Erin Rachel Doppelt, a spiritual psychology and meditation teacher, shares her insights and experiences in her new book, 'Nothing Can Stop You' which guides readers on a journey of authentic self-discovery by combining Eastern rituals with Western psychology. Drawing from her extensive travels and studies in various ashrams, Erin discusses the crucial aspect of distinguishing between genuine and false gurus, highlighting the importance of trusting one's inner wisdom to navigate spiritual paths effectively. Her global explorations, living in Israel and immersing herself in diverse spiritual practices, have deeply influenced her teachings. Erin emphasizes the fusion of clinical psychology and scientific principles with spiritual teachings, offering a practical approach to inner growth. Reflecting on her encounters in Israel, India, and Europe, she unpacks the impact of diverse spiritual traditions on her understanding of self-realization, shaping a holistic perspective on personal development. In a stimulating conversation, Erin parallels Eastern and Western spiritual concepts, bridging connections between Jewish mysticism, Eastern practices like yoga, and advocating for nuanced understanding in conflicts like the Israeli-Palestinian dynamics. She stresses the value of dialogue to navigate cultural divides sensitively and educates on the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions (BDS) movement, underscoring the importance of informed discourse and critical thinking in addressing complex global issues. Enjoy the show!! Links & Resources: 🌈 Magick.Me - Online School for Magick, Meditation, and Mysticism: 🃏🔮✨ Introduction to Magick - The world's best course on practicing real magick, right where you are sitting now: 🧘‍♂️ (NEW!) Free Guided Meditation and Mailing List: 📖 (NEW!) Free Introductory Magick Course: 🌌 See you in class! ✨ /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/32134837

Ep. 209: Scarlet Imprint's Alkistis Dimech & Peter Grey in THE LAST ULTRACULTURE PODCAST 07/08/2024

Ep. 208: The Dark Star Magick Incident 07/01/2024

Ep. 207: Dr. David Shoemaker on the Way of the True Will 06/24/2024

Ep. 206: Anwynn Avalon on the Magick of Place 06/10/2024

Ep. 205: The Occult Sylvia Plath With Julia Gordon-Bramer 06/03/2024

Ep. 204: Alan Chapman on Magick & the Alchemy of Awakening 05/27/2024

Ep. 203: Secrets of Greek Mysticism With George Lizos 05/20/2024

Ep. 202: Tarot of the Unexplained with Davezilla...! 05/13/2024

Ep. 201: The Tao Te Ching Unearthed 05/06/2024

Ep. 200: Robert Anton Wilson's Cosmic Trigger 04/29/2024

Ep. 199: The True Quest of Magick 04/22/2024

Ep. 198: Theocracy: Can We Not? 04/15/2024

Ep. 197: The Fall of Hyperion 04/01/2024

Ep. 197: The Fall of Hyperion A dramatic reading by Jason Louv of the 1819 poem "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" by John Keats, set to music by Jason. Not uncommon for the 19th century, it is awash in occult and Hermetic symbolism. Show Links The full text of the poem follows: "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" John Keats CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains, by the noise Soft showering in my ears, and, by the touch Of scent, not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; For empty shells were scattered on the grass, And grape stalks but half bare, and remnants more, Sweet smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, Where the white heifers low. And appetite More yearning than on earth I ever felt Growing within, I ate deliciously; And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And, pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, Could so have rapt unwilling life away. Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, Upon the grass I struggled hard against The domineering potion; but in vain: The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sunk Like a Silenus on an antique vase. How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. When sense of life return'd, I started up As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, The mossy mound and arbour were no more: I look'd around upon the carved sides Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; So old the place was, I remember'd none The like upon the earth: what I had seen Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things To that eternal domed monument. Upon the marble at my feet there lay Store of strange vessels and large draperies, Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, So white the linen, so, in some, distinct Ran imageries from a sombre loom. All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing dish, Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd My eyes to fathom the space every way; The embossed roof, the silent massy range Of columns north and south, ending in mist Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates Were shut against the sunrise evermore. Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off An image, huge of feature as a cloud, At level of whose feet an altar slept, To be approach'd on either side by steps, And marble balustrade, and patient travail To count with toil the innumerable degrees. Towards the altar sober paced I went, Repressing haste, as too unholy there; And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine One minist'ring; and there arose a flame. When in mid May the sickening East wind Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, And fills the air with so much pleasant health That even the dying man forgets his shroud; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, Sending forth Maian incense, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, And clouded all the altar with soft smoke, From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard Language pronounc'd: 'If thou canst not ascend 'These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 'Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 'Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones 'Will wither in few years, and vanish so 'That not the quickest eye could find a grain 'Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 'The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 'And no hand in the universe can turn 'Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 'Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps.' I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. Prodigious seem'd the toil, the leaves were yet Burning when suddenly a palsied chill Struck from the paved level up my limbs, And was ascending quick to put cold grasp Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: I shriek'd; and the sharp anguish of my shriek Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, As once fair angels on a ladder flew From the green turf to Heaven. 'Holy Power,' Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 'What am I that should so be saved from death? 'What am I that another death come not 'To choke my utterance sacrilegious here?' Then said the veiled shadow 'Thou hast felt 'What 'tis to die and live again before 'Thy fated hour. That thou hadst power to do so 'Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 'Thy doom.' 'High Prophetess,' said I, 'purge off, 'Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' return'd that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world 'Are misery, and will not let them rest. 'All else who find a haven in the world, 'Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 'If by a chance into this fane they come, 'Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half.' 'Are there not thousands in the world,' said I, Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 'Who love their fellows even to the death; 'Who feel the giant agony of the world; 'And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 'Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 'Other men here; but I am here alone.' 'Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries,' Rejoin'd that voice; 'they are no dreamers weak; 'They seek no wonder but the human face, 'No music but a happy noted voice; 'They come not here, they have no thought to come; 'And thou art here, for thou art less than they: 'What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, 'To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 'A fever of thyself think of the Earth; 'What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 'What haven? every creature hath its home; 'Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 'Whether his labours be sublime or low 'The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 'Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 'Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 'Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 'Such things as thou art are admitted oft 'Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 'And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 'Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees.' 'That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 'By such propitious parley medicin'd 'In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 'Aye, and could weep for love of such award.' So answer'd I, continuing, 'If it please, 'Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 'Those melodies sung into the world's ear 'Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 'A humanist, physician to all men. 'That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 'They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 'What am I then? Thou spakest of my tribe: 'What tribe?' The tall shade veil'd in drooping white Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung About a golden censer from the hand Pendent. 'Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 'The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 'Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 'The one pours out a balm upon the world, 'The other vexes it.' Then shouted I Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen, 'Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 'Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 'Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 'Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers, 'And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 'Though I breathe death with them it will be life 'To see them sprawl before me into graves. 'Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 'Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 'What image this whose face I cannot see, 'For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 'Of accent feminine so courteous?' Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung About a golden censer from her hand Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed Long treasured tears. 'This temple, sad and lone, 'Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 'Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 'Against rebellion: this old image here, 'Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 'Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 'Sole priestess of this desolation.' I had no words to answer, for my tongue, Useless, could find about its roofed home No syllable of a fit majesty To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. There was a silence, while the altar's blaze Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps Of other crisped spice wood then again I look'd upon the altar, and its horns Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, And then upon the offerings again; And so by turns till sad Moneta cried, 'The sacrifice is done, but not the less 'Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 'My power, which to me is still a curse, 'Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 'Still swooning vivid through my globed brain 'With an electral changing misery 'Thou shalt with those dull mortal eyes behold, 'Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not.' As near as an immortal's sphered words Could to a mother's soften, were these last: And yet I had a terror of her robes, And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries That made my heart too small to hold its blood. This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright blanch'd By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had pass'd The lily and the snow; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face But for her eyes I should have fled away. They held me back, with a benignant light Soft mitigated by divinest lids Half closed, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon, Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast. As I had found A grain of gold upon a mountain side, And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, So at the view of sad Moneta's brow I ach'd to see what things the hollow brain Behind enwombed: what high tragedy In the dark secret chambers of her skull Was acting, that could give so dread a stress To her cold lips, and fill with such a light Her planetary eyes, and touch her voice With such a sorrow 'Shade of Memory!' Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 'By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 'By this last temple, by the golden age, 'By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 'And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 'The pale Omega of a withered race, 'Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 'What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!' No sooner had this conjuration pass'd My devout lips, than side by side we stood (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw, what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestal'd so high In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear 'So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms ' whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme At those few words hung vast before my mind, With half unravel'd web. I set myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No farther than to where old Saturn's feet Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; But there came one who with a kindred hand Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it not. Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, And griev'd I hearken'd. 'That divinity 'Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 'And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 'Is Thea, softest natur'd of our brood.' I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in this like accenting; how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 'Saturn! look up and for what, poor lost King? 'I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 'I cannot cry, Wherefore thus sleepest thou? 'For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 'Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 'And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 'Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 'Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 'Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 'Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 'And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 'Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 'With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 'That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 'Saturn! sleep on: Me thoughtless, why should I 'Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 'Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 'Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep.' As when upon a tranced summer night Forests, branch charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Swelling upon the silence; dying off; As if the ebbing air had but one wave; So came these words, and went; the while in tears She press'd her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. Long, long those two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them: still they were the same; The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night, And ever day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly. Oftentimes I pray'd Intense, that Death would take me from the vale And all its burthens gasping with despair Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves Fills forest dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks And to the windings of the foxes' hole, With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 'Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 'And buried from all Godlike exercise 'Of influence benign on planets pale, 'And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 'And all those acts which Deity supreme 'Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 'Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 'Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 'Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 'Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon, 'Still buds the tree, and still the sea shores murmur; 'There is no death in all the Universe, 'No smell of death there shall be death Moan, moan, 'Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes 'Have changed a God into a shaking Palsy. 'Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 'Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice 'O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 'Moan, moan, for still I thaw or give me help; 'Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 'Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 'Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 'From the gold peaks of Heaven's high piled clouds; 'Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 'Of strings in hollow shells; and let there be 'Beautiful things made new, for the surprise 'Of the sky children.' So he feebly ceas'd, With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, Methought I heard some old man of the earth Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, And dolorous accent from a tragic harp With large limb'd visions. More I scrutinized: Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie To what I erewhile heard only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull... /episode/index/show/jasonlouv/id/30601293

Ep. 196: Dark Dungeons: Magick, the Occult & Tabletop Role-Playing Games 03/18/2024

Ultraculture With Jason Louv

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