Anthony Testa - The Key of the Abyss.pdf

Kenneth Grant has done a thorough job of unearthing the occult
secrets employed by past magicians and orders and, again the
interested reader is encouraged to read Grant, for no matter how
difficult he can be sometimes, the rewards are equal to the effort. In
particular, Nightside of Eden is required reading. The work of Michael
Bertiaux is equally rewarding, as he has mapped out paths and currents
that would take lifetimes for the solitary magician to explore. It has
been announced that his Voudon Gnostic Workbook is going to be
reprinted soon and, again this is simply an indispensable work for the
working magician. Naturally, this assumes that one is familiar with
Crowley, Dee, Levi and all those that have come before as these books
are by no means primers.
I would speculate that the Angels who revealed to Dee the Enochian
language were trying to push him along this road, but for whatever
reason, Dee did not bite. It may be that the Ascension of a single
person will inevitably send shockwaves through the collective
unconscious, initiating a chain reaction, so to speak. This, it seems to
me, is the sense in which the Angels told Dee "For, my Barn hath been
long without Threshers. And I have kept my flayles for a long time hid
in unknown places:” which indicates the spiritual abyss Medieval
Christianity had become, producing no Adepts ot prophets except
those sanctioned by the Church. This possibility is strengthened as the
Angel, recall, says Which flayle is the Doctrine that I deliver unto you:
Which is the Instrument of thrashing, wherewith you shall beat the
shears, that the Corn which is scattered, and the rest may be all one.
Perhaps if Dee had, he would have been in the same position Crowley
assumed, as the revealer of the secrets that are, in the end, the
birthright of every living person for, indeed, Every Man and Every
Woman Is a Star. As I have said, magick is a dangerous business at
times, but it is, in the end, the only game worth playing. The Key of
the Abyss is yours; it always was.
I await you in Temple of the Abyss.
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