Thelema Lodge Calendar for February 1991 e.v.

Thelema Lodge Calendar

for February 1991 e.v.

   The viewpoints and opinions expressed herein are the responsibility of the contributing authors and do not necessarily reflect the position of OTO or its officers.

   Note to update: the addresses and phone numbers in these issues of the Thelema Lodge Calendars are obsolete since the closing of the Lodge. They are here for historic purposes only and should not be visited or called.

Copyright © O.T.O. and the Individual Authors, 1991 e.v.

Thelema Lodge
Ordo Templi Orientis
P.O.Box 2303
Berkeley, CA 94702 USA

February 1991 e.v. at Thelema Lodge

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Announcements from
Lodge Members and Officers

    This year's BRIGID conjoins the Gnostic Mass on February 3rd. Show up around 8, and don't expect Liber 15... our traditional Gnostic Masses continue all other Sundays this month.
    Our monthly Lodgemeeting has been moved to the last MONDAY of each month: changed to February 25th, still at 8 pm. Be there! The Lodge of Perfection will meet February 21st.
    S.W.C.C. Wrestling 2/1 was announced on the January calendar - and now; (from the same crew) Lupercalia, or: Tantra, the Two-Fisted Path. Friday, February 15th; 8pm, Horus Temple. (shh..)
    Tarot with Bill Heidrick continues February 13th and 20th with classes focusing on the major divisions of the Tarot. Reading demonstrations, slides and supplementary materials provided, at the Lodge, 8 PM. One class in March, owing to the Vernal Equinox.
    Our Lodgemaster's Initiation Workshop has moved to Sunday the 17th at 4:18 pm; still in Horus Temple. February Initiations are the 23rd. Want to help? Come to the workshop, if you can.
    February's Magick Theater offering is Christopher Marlowe's demonic masterpiece Doctor Faustus (circa 1595). Dramatic reading in Horus Temple Tuesday evening the 19th, beginning 7:30; texts provided.
    Pisces Birthday Splash 2/24 at 4:18 pm - preceded by Lodge Cleanup, starting about two in the afternoon.

coming in March - the Vernal Equinox


from the Grady Project:

Of Emerald Earth

As space-borne fleets of Viking mariners
      Swing round a world impregnable
              To jettison each a cargo
      Bomb shattering, irresistible

      And space-marines with visored helms
              Drop through the black
      Of night, with strife that overwhelms
              Upon the atom shattered wrack
                      Of worlds at war

              So seetee sharded Adonis
      Mills round an elder, wiser Sun
While astroids from her scattered hulk
Rust on the flame-scored plains of Mars

            Now must we mark that cosmic war
            When God-men stormed the Titan host
                    With atom fire--

                    Lest darkness fall
            And Night engulf the Citadel
                    Of Emerald Earth

-- Grady L. McMurtry
5/25/49 e.v.

[previously published in Kaaba #4 (April 1979 e.v.) and in The Grady Project #1 (October 1987 e.v.)]

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    The following has not been edited, except for correction of citations to Liber Al, at the request of the author. -- ED

    93, Y'all, & welqome to the Qriss Piss Qabalah Pit. In the course of this short article I will explain & expound to you all & everything that there is to know about the Holy Mysteries of the Sacred Hebrew Kaboolah. Fortunately, I just happen to be the World's Foremost Authority on Thelemic Qabalah; which you are free to regard as mere "Co- incidence" if you see fit...
Let's talk about Gematria.
(G'MUH- TREE-YAH) Can you say that? Gematria. Gematria is the tricky jewish art of assigning numbers to letters & vice versa. Men, if you're half a qabalist, I'm sure you'll agree: There's Something about a guy who uses Gematria that DRIVES WOMEN WILD!!!
    The most well-known example of Gematria is the Name & Number of the BEAST666 mentioned in the Xtian Revelation. Of course, us enlitened Thelemites know that Resh-Ayin-Nun-Aleph-Lamed-Dalet-Vau-Yod-Lamed-resh-Yod-Aleph-Gimel-Aleph-Nun (EDWARD ALEXANDER CROWLEY)=666. Therefore the Kings of the earth shall be Kings forever: The slaves shall serve.
    Indeed, Gematria is a major reason I "Believe" somehow, in the Book of the Law. In the mss. of the 3rd chapter is a page with a diagonal line running thru some of the verses, and a small circle with an "X" in it. Verse 47 says, in part: "Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra... {N.B."is a" = "ISA" --- ED.}

        ABRAHADABRA = 418
The fact that every letter touched
by that line in the mss. adds up to 418 is enuff to SATISFY BETA, & its enuff to satisfy me...The question is, how did he DO it??? How did Crowley pull off this clever little stunt? I asked the hackers I know & they assured me that it would be extremely difficult if not impossible even to write a computer program to duplicate this feat.
    Crowley, of course, in 1904 had little access to sophisticated super- computers & presumably had to use an abacus. Unless of course, this "AIWASS" REALLY IS A "PRAETER-HUMAN INTELLIGENCE"...Hmmmm...At least we're not being asked to believe anything by faith...

My point is that gematria can be
fun. Anyone who applies the letter attributions from 777 to Liber AL vel Legis will discover this fact firsthand. The Book of the Law is crawling with cabballah...Add up EVIL, VEIL, LIVE. Add HADIT, or DEATH. Do it yourself. Read the works of Crowley's Magickal Son; C. S. Jones, Fra. Achad. Read Kenneth Grant. Go out in the streets with banners reading "We condemn the U.S. aggression against peace-loving Iraq"...
    & sooner or later you'll discover something...Everything will fall into place and CLICK! You'll know WHY cabalah is cool. You'll know HOW Gematria can be fun. & then you'll be more confused than ever. Like me. Welcome to...
& that brings us to the CROTCH of
the issue, the NUB, the MEAT of this article, the smooth Point; the CLIMAX. I'd just like to beat my chest a little about MY little qabalistic discovery. Now, I looked this up on Bill's database & I did'nt see any prior convictions. As far as I know I am the 1st person EVER in History, to Discover this AMAZING QABALISTIC DISCOVERY. Therefore, I feel I'm entitled to all the Glory... In the first chapter of Liber AL vel Legis we find this verse 49:
"Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods; and let Asar be with Isa, who also are one. But they are not of me. Let Asar be the adorant, Isa, the sufferer; Hoor in his secret name and splendor is the Lord initiating."
    In his Comment, Crowley identifies the ISA of this verse tentatively with the Xtian "Jesus". Now qabalistically, let us "LET" Asar "be with" Isa: Thus;
              ASAR= Aleph-Samekh-Aleph-Resh =262                      ISA= Yod-Samekh-Aleph =71
    ASAR 262 + ISA 71 = 333                                Kids, dont try this at home. I don't know what it means, but there's that damned triple 3 staring you square in the face. perhaps the God of the old Aeon (ISA) is the devil of the new Aeon (CHORONZON)...(but they are not of me)...I dunno. If you have any input, information or opinion on the subject, I invite correspondence. Write to me, Criss Piss, Fra. EGO=78 c/o THELEMA LODGE, PO BOX 2303, BERKELEY KALIPHORNIA 94702
    sign me, "baffled in berkeley"
               Love is the law, love under will. . . , COMPASSIONLESS LOVE. . .

Presenting a song lyric without the music, that is,



One star
in the company of stars
on occasion
and one light
in the loneliness of night
on occasion
and one note
in the key of be
packed discretely
in bite-sized bundles
of timelessness
not being

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Eleusis in Parody

The script below is the revised first half of the Rite of Jupiter as performed in the Bay Area's 1990 presentation of the Rites of Eleusis.


by Bishop Mendacious

[The Temple represents the Wheel of Fortune of the Tarot. At its axle is the Altar on which sits CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGORNO. On the rim, SPHINX at East spoke, HERMANUBIS at North-West, TYPHON at South-West. To the West of the Wheel is the Veil.]



C.I.C.T.: 1.
S.: 1.
H.: 1.
T.: 1. [Pause] Hail unto thee, thou great god Hermanubis! Art thou not the lackey dog of Jupiter?
H.: 1. Hail unto thee, thou great god Typhon! Art thou not the harbinger of his gnarliness?
T.: Hail unto thee, thou that hast the secret of Jupiter!
[Pause. S. stares blankly.]
H.: Hail unto thee, thou that hast the secret of Jupiter!
[Pause. T. and H. clear their throats.]
S.: [Startled] Oh! Hail!'s it goin'? [Smiles embarassedly]
T.: Brother Hermanubis, what are we doing here?
H.: Biding time till the girls show up.
T.: Brother Hermanubis, to what end?
H.: That the rite might not be over in fifteen minutes.
T.: Brother Hermanubis, why are we talking this way?
H.: Brother Typhon, I believe this to be a form of dialogue carried over from Masonic rituals so that the mysteries might remain intact even if performed for centuries by no one but brain dead morons.
T.: [To S.] Oracle of the Gods, are we nothing but brain dead morons?
[No answer]
T.: Brother Hermanubis, the Oracle is silent.
H.: Or perhaps she has just forgotten her lines.
T.: It is well.
H.: [Sighs]
C.I.C.T.: 1-333.
T.: Brother Hermanubis, this is of evil omen.
H.: Brother Typhon, this is indeed of evil omen. It appears that God is going to recite a poem.
C.I.C.T.: [More insistently] 1-333.
T: Not again.
C.I.C.T.: [Clearing his throat impatiently]
    I am the great god Jupiter, who loves to drink and party,
    Who fills the halls of Olympus with laughter great and hearty.
    The cycles that you face in life are just the way I wrote 'em,
    And if you don't believe in me, I'll kick you in the scrotum.
H.: Brother Typhon, at least it was brief.
T.: And yet, it was particularly awful.
H.: We can't go on like this.
H. and T.: [Together] Mother of Mystery!
S.: Yo!
H.: We beseech thee to bear our petition to the center of the wheel.
S.: What is your will?
H.: That perhaps he should develop an outside interest.
T.: Maybe he could go home to Mom.
H.: In short---
H. and T.: ---Get a life!
S.: [Shocked] Hast thou no respect for the Gods?
H.: If we had respect for the Gods, we'd all be Episcopalians.
T.: And the three of us would now be playing the Three Kings of Orient in some hokey Christmas musical.
S.: I see your point. [Makes prepatory motions, like cracking knuckles, etc.]
    O Father of the Gods!
    Thou Big Daddy of the Stars!
    Thou totally awesome one of roundness and bigness,
    Thou endless fount of Truth, Justice, and the American Way,
    Who, rolling down the river, doth distill music in our hearts
    To chase them naughty blues away:
    Aiko! Aiko! Boop-boop-be-doop! Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
    It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing!
    O Mightiness! O Endlessness! O ---
C.I.C.T.: [Annoyed] --- What?!
S.: [Startled] Oh! Hail!'s it goin'? [Smiles embarassedly, again.]
C.I.C.T.: Listen. I've been eminating you bozos since before the beginning of eternity. Whatever that means. Anyway, I know you too well to believe that you'd go through all this invocation rigamerole just to talk about the weather. So spill! What's on your mind?
S.: Only service to you, Lord.
C.I.C.T.: This, I'm supposed to believe.
S.: It just occurred to us out here on the periphery, that given the pressures of your position, I mean, having omniscience all through the day, being one with all of creation, yet transcendent to it, being pure Being-Consciousness- Bliss and all...
C.I.C.T.: Yes?!
S.: Have you ever considered taking up a hobby?
C.I.C.T.: In case you've forgotten, O Epiglotis of the Eternal, you three are + my hobbies!
S.: Oh!
T.: Shit!
H.: That's right!
C.I.C.T.: That reminds me of a poem...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance ---
T.: --- Oh that the banquet of Jupiter might begin!
C.I.C.T.: [Glares, then continues.]
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms dance ---
H.: --- Oh, that the banquet of Jupiter might begin!
C.I.C.T.: [Clears his throat and resumes.]
With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with the bloom ---
[All three grab pillows and pummel C.I.C.T. off his throne.]
H., T., and S.: --- Oh that the banquet of Jupiter might begin!
C.I.C.T.: Let the banquet of Jupiter begin.





[After the banquet the wheel is cleared, and only T. remains in his place. Enter ALICE.]
A.: Excuse me, have you seen a large white rabbit with a pocket watch go by?
T.: No, my dear, your pretty face is the only one I've seen in quite a while. Please, sit with me here. It's a lovely place to catch the view.
A.: No, really, I'm in a hurry ---
T.: Nonsense! Pull up a tuffet and make yourself comfortable. [A. sits.] That's better. What's the use of being in such a rush?
A.: But I'm lost, and Mum will worry if I'm late for dinner.
T.: You may have been lost before, but I've found you now, so how can you be lost and found at the same time? You're right here, my dear! And as for dinner, [raises two glasses, handing one to A.] why don't we start with some wine?
A.: Ooh! Aren't I a little too young for wine? T.: What? Perhaps one can be too old for wine, but never too young. Savor it
while you're fresh, don't you see? Here, mix wine with breath, look. [He tastes luxuriously.] Now you try.
A.: [She sips.] Ooh! [Flustered] I feel quite warm all of a sudden.
T.: Nice though, isn't it? It's one of my favorite pastimes, to come out here, drinking wine and savoring the changing light.
A.: [Sipping again and looking around as if for the first time] Why, it is lovely! You know, I think I might stay here for a while.
[Bell chimes.]
T.: Pardon me for a moment, will you?
A.: What? No, don't go ---
T.: I'll be back soon, I promise. Just wait here. Watch the sunset along the hills, it'll be a treat. [Exits.]
A.: It's true...I don't know if I've ever seen such a splendid sky. [Sips.] With all the running around I've been doing, it's as if I had forgotten how to enjoy myself. [She stretches, looks at ground.] What beautiful flowers! So many colors and shapes...How very lucky I am to have found this place. And my new friend. He seems so nice. [Sips.] I wonder... [Picks a flower, then skips around, singing.] He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me...he loves me not. [Throws flower.] Stupid old flower! Who believes in those things anyway? I am going to stay here! This is so much better than back home, [starts calmly, then gradually gets angrier] with boring lessons, and bullying boys and stuck up sister and yelling mom and daddy never having time and me being left alone all the time, always alone! [Pause] Just like I'm being left alone right now! Where is he?! He seemed so nice, right! All of his nice talk, "I'll be back soon." So what happened? He lied to me! That sneak! He's probably off somewhere saying those same things to another little girl! And when I think that I almost cared for him ---
[T. re-appears as wolf. He roars and tries to catch A., who runs away screaming. Lights out. Lights back up with only H. in his place. A. comes up to him panting.]
A.: Help me! I'm being chased by a ferocious wolf!
H.: Stop.
A.: What?
H.: Look around you. [A. does so.] Do you still see a wolf?
A.: No. But he was chasing me, you should have seen him ---
H.: But he is not here now?
A.: No.
H.: Then you aren't doing yourself a favor by getting excited about it.
A.: You're right, but ---
H.: It sounds as if you've allowed yourself to become somewhat unsettled. If you wish, you may rest here. It may help you regain your perspective.
A.: I am tired, thank you. [She sits.] I don't know, everything seemed so fine for a while, and then...something happened, and now I feel terrible.
H.: Just a moment. Sometimes, if we are overly preoccupied with our whims and fancies, they can crowd out everything else, so that soon our problems seem more real then the world around us.
A.: What do you mean?
H.: This particular episode in your life is only one of a great many that you will have. And your life is also one of many. And ultimately, what is all life compared to the vastness of the cosmos?
A.: Well, yes, when you put it that way...But when I am troubled, or even when I am having fun, my own situation seems bigger than the whole universe.
H.: It doesn't have to be, with practice. Here, take this pen and this book.
A.: Ooh, thank you. What book is it?
H.: This is your book. It is empty until you use it. Write down all your moments. Make a record, then review it constantly. In this way, all of your temporary selves become known to one another. Emotional tides begin to lose their solidity and compelling power. Patterns may be recognized. A.: [Gaining enthusiasm.] Because the information in each of these situations,
which usually disappears rapidly with the passage of time, instead becomes accessible at all times, enabling me to perceive underlying similarities in seemingly different events.
H.: I think you see my point. Greater clarity is, in a sense, greater freedom.
A.: And so much seems clear to me now that before was obscure. I would like to stay here until I can become fully grounded in this new clarity.
[Bell chimes.]
H.: I must go for a little while.
A.: Must you? It was just getting interesting!
H.: I imagine that you'll have plenty to think of for a time. I will return. [Exits.]
A.: I've said it before, and I'll say it again --- people come and go so quickly here! [Opens book.] Where shall I begin? Maybe I should first write down my memories? But how accurate are they? They will at best be combinations of the past event filtered through my perceptions at the time I'm writing. Maybe I should begin by describing my surroundings now. But I still have no way of independently verifying my sense impression. I therefore have no way of knowing if what I see is real. Even as certain as logic and mathematics seem, they could as easily be the limits of my mental processes as immutable laws of nature. Dear me! What have I got left to rely on? There is at least my own existence. Even in the absence of sensory data, I can't imagine that I don't exist. [Begins to get nervous.] that because it's impossible, or because I won't consider it? Strange! The mind seems to recoil at the thought, yet how can I be certain? Perhaps this infallible rock of mine --- my selfhood ---is only an appearance generated by a defense against the acceptance of nothingness. As this possibility --- this void --- looms before my mind, I feel all of life's meaning and purpose go flat as if it has just been a shadow play all along. Emptiness... Emptiness... What shelter do I have now? What certainty? That precious clarity! When will it ever return?
H.: [Enters dressed as raven, laughing maniacally.] Nevermore! [H. attacks A. with beak. A. flees. Lights down. Lights back up with only S. in her place. A. approaches reluctantly.]
A.: Excuse me, I've got to find a way to go far away from here --- I've got a couple of monsters chasing me. Can you help me?
S.: I can neither help nor hinder you.
A.: What?
S.: The need to find solutions is an outgrowth of the need to have problems. You are not that one who wins or loses, who is secure or is in danger.
A.: I've already tried to analyze myself, and it only made me depressed.
S.: If you are attached to analysis, you will become the victim of analysis, even as clinging to emotion leads to emotion clinging on to you.
A.: So what is the answer?
S.: The reflection of the question.
A.: Auggh!
S.: Here, take these beads. [A. does so.] Now, sit with your back straight but not stiff, let go of your mind, and lightly place the attention on the breath. [Pause.] Let the breathing do itself. [Pause.] Now, for each breath, let your fingers count one bead. [Pause.] Watch emotion rise, then let them go. [Pause.] Watch thoughts rise, then let them go.
A.: Attention on the breath...Attention on the breath...Maybe this will help...Wait! Just let thoughts go...Even if this works, I'm not gonna say I'll stay here for very long...Attention on the breath...Attention on the breath.
[Bell chimes. S. exits. A. meditates in relative silence, occasionally saying something out loud that enters her mind, then reminding herself. After a time, S. re-enters dressed as the Lamb of God, complete with the flag of St. Michael. A. opens her eyes wide at the entrance.]
A.: The Lamb of God! I knew it was you all along. I accept you into my heart, as my personal savior. [She falls to her knees.] And I will stay with you forever. [Wraps her arms around the knees of S.] S.: [Pulls out triangle and clapper, then rings furiously.] Come an' git it!
[T. and H., as wolf and raven, enter laughing, growling, and smacking lips. They drag A. off, who screams somewhat, then from offstage, they throw out suggestive remnants: blood-stained clothes, a gnawed turkey leg bone, etc. A. makes intermittent pathetic sounds while her murderers make sounds of having a wonderful barbaric time.]
S.: I am the greatest of the deceivers, for my purity and innocence shall seduce the pure and innocent, who but for me would come to the centre of the wheel. The wolf betrayeth only the greedy and the treacherous; the raven betrayeth only the melancholy and the dishonest. But I am he of whom it is written: He shall deceive the very elect.
    For in the beginning the Father of all called forth lying spirits that they might sift the creatures of the earth in three sieves, according to the three impure souls. And he chose the wolf for the lust of the flesh, and the raven for the lust of the mind; but me did he choose above all to simulate the pure prompting of the soul. Them that are fallen a prey to the wolf and the raven I have not scathed; but them that have rejected me, I have given over to the wrath of the raven and the wolf. And the jaws of the one have torn them, and the beak of the other has devoured the corpse. Therefore is my flag white, because I have left nothing upon the earth alive. I have feasted myself on the blood of saints, but I am not suspected of men to be their enemy, for my fleece is white and warm, and my teeth are not the teeth of one that teareth flesh; and mine eyes are mild, and they know me not the chief of the lying spirits that the Father of all sent forth from before his face in the beginning.
    And speaking of the father of all, it brings me great pleasure to present, on a limited engagement from His Omniscience, the name of four letters, your god and mine, and let me just say, a heck of a guy, the great God Jupiter!
[C.I.C.T. enters as S. exits. After thanking the congregation for being, no, really, the greatest audience in the world, he leads them in universal song until the girls arrive.]

As first performed, C.I.C.T. sang the Donovan song, "Happiness Runs in a Circular Motion" over the dying screams of the child Alice, then warmed to a rousing rendition of "There is Nothing Like a Dame" from South Pacific, after which the Maenads entered and the Rite proceeded as in the original script.

From the Outbasket

The War in the Gulf

    It is difficult to make an editorial statement on events progressing so rapidly. By the time this issue of the Thelema Lodge Calendar reaches its readers, the major ground offensive may have commenced; and it is even remotely possible that the war may be in closing stages. Thelema is not a pacifist religion by nature, but enjoins individual responsibility on all who profess. Members of O.T.O. have been arrested in demonstrations against the war. At least 20 O.T.O. members presently serve with the Allies in the Gulf, mostly in combat roles. The Order can take no stand that infringes upon personal conscience outside our nature as a body. We are all brothers and sisters under a shadow cast by ancient hatred and greed upon the light of universal brotherhood. That shadow will pass, and it is the duty of all Thelemites everywhere to shine forth the light of Agape now and in the time to come.
    War is a great evil. There is no just war, despite the capitulation of Augustine. War is a primeval, rutting demon who thirsts indifferently after the blood of soldiers and civilians. When war is inevitable, it is better evoked than abided. That is the only justice in waging war. Too late to stop, it now remains for history to declare if the decision was right. After, steps must be taken to address the injustices of the national boundaries of the region. Iraq needs access to the sea. Palestine must be reborn. Israel must survive. Lebanon must be restored. Islam must return to the vision of Mohammed and his dream upon the rock of Abraham. The roads of pilgrimage must be reopened. Let those who have experienced the curse of genocide turn to guard against genocide everywhere, not solely of their own. Let the West remember its debt to the East and cease harassment of those who have their own places.
    I testify that there is but one utmost Deity; and those who would name or personify that deity for all ages and peoples are worshippers of the one true devil, a suffering darkness into which fall such as cannot accept the Chaos of the World.
    I say that the leader of Iraq makes a strange latter-day Saladin, for he has gassed the Kurds; and Saladin was Kurdish.
    I say that "A New World Order" is a disquieting slogan. Perhaps President Bush intended to repeat the motto of the USA from the reverse of the Great Seal, but Hitler ennobled his kampf as creating "A New World Order" --- thanks to Heston on that point, if for nothing else save fine acting.

-- TSG (Bill Heidrick)

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Events Calendar for February 1991 e.v.

2/1/91S.W.C.C. wrestling benefitThelema Ldg
2/3/91BrigidMass 8 PMThelema Ldg.
2/10/91Liber XV workshop 4:18 PMThelema Ldg.
2/10/91Gnostic Mass 8 PMThelema Ldg.
2/12/91Mardi Gras
2/13/91Tarot #2 with Bill 8 PMThelema Ldg.
2/15/91Lupercalia 8PMThelema Ldg.
2/17/91Initiation Workshop (Minerval) 4:18PMThelema Ldg.
2/17/91Gnostic Mass 8 PMThelema Ldg.
2/19/91Magick Theater Presents at 7:30PM
Dr. Faustus
Magick Thea.
2/20/91Tarot #3 with Bill 8 PMThelema Ldg.
2/21/91Lodge of PerfectionLOP
2/23/91Secret Meeting & InitiationsThelema Ldg
2/24/91Pisces Birthday party 4:18 PMThelema Ldg.
2/24/91Gnostic Mass 8 PMThelema Ldg.
2/25/91Thelema Lodge Meeting 8 PMThelema Ldg.

    The viewpoints and opinions expressed herein are the responsibility of the contributing authors and do not necessarily reflect the position of OTO or its officers.

   Note to update: the addresses and phone numbers in these issues of the Thelema Lodge Calendars are obsolete since the closing of the Lodge. They are here for historic purposes only and should not be visited or called.

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Berkeley, CA 94702 USA

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