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The Cult of Psyche celebrates the new year with poetic performances and explores Aleister Crowley's philosophical framework of Thelema, specifically the Blue Equinox text.
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Browse era →>> This radiant city, wired in gold, its glow hides rot beneath the chrome. There's a hum under the pulse, a secret code in the river's tone. >> A metropolis >> of mirrors, built on ruin and data blood.
Upon the spire, seven rise, their heads crowned with hunger, their tongues forked in prophecy. And she, the queen of noise, sits draped in stolen light
until the truth undresses her bare. >>
>> Our gilded cage on mirrored wound, merchants trade prayers for profit sailors of signal mourn the crash. The market screams as the servers burn.
Their code devoured in a single hour. She is the data hive of demons, the motherboard of lust and greed. We drink her glow, our veins ignite, we marry our kings in digital sin.
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>> The cult and the current entwined. The day has come for the code-born sinners. >> >> Those who serve the signal will kneel in flame. Those who flee will still be traced. Her al- gorithm remembers all.
I don't believe in fairy tales, but damn, I've seen hell with good lighting. Now, choose your throne. Ascend to silence, or rule below in the glow.
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>> Welcome to the season. >>
>> Wanderer, Babylon the great has fallen, and we built her again in our own image.
>> >> Rise in the orchard light. Call Call out my name and I'll burn through the Burn through the night. Call on the gate and the Gate will ignite. Call on the love that de-
Devours the space. Wash over me. Wash over me. Oh father, oh Flame bearer, crown on seed. >> Let the monsters of the garden kneel. >> >> Let the broken-hearted stand revealed. Let the serpent circle
the sun's last seal. We are one. We are one. We are one. In the light. Violet crown Turn body in the Garden where the serpents roam.
Love like a flame in the head of time. And I'm unified. Unified. Unified. Heart split open. Realized. >> >> Stand in the light.
In the In the light is a lie. every day And now Day is a relic of the gods. And that's why we We call it the present. And we were born Born in the cradle of her Where the petals we remember
Our names at birth. I was laughing in the garden's breath Till a shadow be- Stepped out of death. >> >> Wanderer. Face of virtual light. I can raise your flame
Into great way. Just tell me, wanderer. Wanderer. Wanna be. What's it gonna be? Be. Wanna be. Like the whole damn world Care pushing me to rain. Judgment fire on my
Enemies. Roll over me. I felt the world ignite And I scorched my foes And stormed our hollow thrones. From the hollow thrones to The love wash Over me. I let the love
take Hold of me. Yeah, every day is a Relic of the gods. That's why we call it the present. Rising. Rising in the orchard light. Call out my name and I'll burn through the night. Call
on the gate and the gate will ignite. Call on the love that devours the space. Wash over me. Wash over me. Oh father, oh Flame bearer, crown on seed. Let the monsters of the garden kneel. >> >> Let the broken-hearted stand revealed.
Let the serpent circle the sun's last seal. We are one. We are one. We are one. In the light. Every breath is a doorway to the unseen present. Every day is a gift forged in cosmic
intent. >> Present. >> >> Every day is a gift that in the cold receives it in the orchard of echoes. I caught my shadow drinking moonlight from a broken chalice. He said, "You're not who name, you're who the storms remember lining by the panda bird." And the old gods whispered your
forbidden tongue. I walked through the rows of forgotten saints. Their halos rusted, their prayers unmade. And each one rose as I passed, like they'd been waiting for your footsteps since the first spark cracked the void.
Then the garden split. Ooh, twisting like serpents around prophecies stones, a voice crawled up from the loam. Child of the last gate, do you choose the fire that destroys or the fire that transfigures? And the ultra light bloomed in my chest, a violent sun waking from
exile. And every monster in the garden knelt as your name tore open the sky. When the night forgets its name, when the garden closes its thousand eyes, a quiet one. Child who learned to
>> love the fire will teach the fire how to >> love. No wrath, left no fear, left only a path of violent energy. Still I give every breath. Still I dwell in in the hush beyond the last
note, the last for your next awakening.
Ladies and gentle spirits, it's midnight, it's magic, IT'S THE CULT OF PSYCHE. Now everybody clap like your aura has rhythm bones. Shananana, happy new year. Ooh we, we survive right here. Bye bye bye to the old bad vibe.
Hello, hello to the glow inside. Don't feed feed feed the trolls, no dear. We keep alive, we steer. Shananana, best year ever, we rise together now and forever. I shook the dust off my jacket of doom. Put a little star-like perfume in the room. Kicked
out the drama, locked the door. No more guests that I can't afford. If you bring that chaos just to dim my shine, baby, take it to the not my timeline. We're doing joy like it's sacred law. Cute little grin, sharp little claws. Live by guns, die by guns, honey. We're not spending peace money.
New year, new aim. Same crown, new flame. Shananana, happy new year. Ooh we, we survive right here. Bye bye bye to the old bad vibe. Hello, hello to the glow inside. Don't feed feed feed the trolls, no dear.
We keep alive, we steer. Shananana, best year ever, we rise together now and forever. I got a little list of things I won't do. I won't argue with the strangers, boohoo. I won't chase a lot of prove it's fake. That's a hunger I refuse to make. I'll make art, I'll make peace, I'll
make plans, I'll make miracles with these two hands. And if anyone becomes to ring my bell, I'll smile sweet and send it back to >> elsewhere. Listen, if it's not our line It's our line. If it's not true It's not you. If it's fake We don't fight. Don't fight. We sip our tea, we mind our spark. We're building daylight, we're dreaming the
dark. SAY NEW YEAR. NEW YEAR. SAY NEW ME. NEW ME. SAY NO TROLLS. NO TROLLS. SAY ALL GOALS. ALL GOALS. SAY QUOTA. PSYCHO. SAY BEST YEAR EVER. SHANANANA, HAPPY new year. Ooh
we, we survive right here. Bye bye bye to the old bad vibe. Hello, hello to the glow inside. >> Don't feed feed feed the trolls, no dear. We keep alive, we steer. Shananana, best year ever, we rise together now and forever. >>
>> And that's the sound of a future that can't be heckled. Good night, Cult of Psyche. >> Go be legendary.
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>> Midnight
>> >> Midnight on my breath, I taste the wars I won. Blood on the halo, yeah, I'm loaded >> >> like a loaded gun. Fingerprints of chaos ladder up my spine. But you make me righteous with a single crooked line. I cross >> >> the wires, light the fuse.
the crime. I know Every bad direction starts to look divine with you in my sight. Say it all like judgment carved in bones. Say it like the word decides what I become. Call me a good guy, good guy. Say it like you steal my soul.
I've been so wrong in a world on fire. I just need your voice to take control. Call me a good guy, good guy. Clean my hands with your coal. I've been so lost in the shape of desire. Make me right with your voice
alone. >> >> Make the darkness feel like work. I stand in the flame. I don't dance with the danger, I become the flame. You trace the wreckage by your steady light. You see the monsters still calling blaze. I see the fire push the light.
I know the cause. But when you say goodbye, the war inside me starts. Say it like a verdict I can live inside. Say it like a crown I never thought was mine. Call me a good guy, good guy. Say it
like you mean I can be whole. I've been so wrong in a ceremonial fire. I just need your word to pull me home. >> >> Call me a good guy, good guy. Put the thunder in my bones. >> I've been so scarred, built to scatter >> the stars.
Strike me true with your tone.
Where the light turns shadow, wrap your truth around my throat. Let the word command the blood. Let the mercy overflow. >> >> I'm not asking for forgiveness. Just the way you say my name.
Not salvation, not confession, just direction, just the flame. Call me a good guy, good guy. Turn my static into steel. Turn my chaos >> >> into purpose. Break me just enough to heal. >>
>> Call me a good guy, good guy. Say it like I'm finally chosen. I've been so wrong in a beautiful way. Now crown me with what you've spoken.
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>> Let's dive into the Blue Equinox. This is the foundational text for Aleister Crowley's, let's say, very controversial philosophy of Thelema. It's a really dense and fascinating blueprint for a new spiritual age, and you know what? We're going to break it all down. This right here, this is the single most famous line from Crowley's work. It's really the heart of everything we're
about to unpack. But let's be clear, this isn't a suggestion for, you know, a wild party. According to the text, it's a spiritual directive for humanity's next big step in evolution. So, to make sense of this whole thing, we're going to break it down into five parts. We'll start with why this new law was even needed, then we'll define the law itself, after that we'll look at the
individual's journey, see how it's all organized, and finally explore the vision it has for the world. Okay, so first things first, why the need for a whole new spiritual law? Well, according to this text, the world's existing religions, especially Christianity, have completely failed. It argues that they're built on primitive ignorance and
a folly against self, basically a system of denial and restriction. The text uses some seriously powerful imagery to make its point, doesn't it? It paints this picture of the old Aeon as this dead world, a blasted stump of dogma, and a poison oak of original sin. In stark contrast, the new Aeon is all about joy,
beauty, and absolute freedom. The message is crystal clear. It's a total rejection of any external rules that try to limit the individual spirit. So, if the old world is the problem, what's the solution? Well, the text presents a big one, Thelema. This is the core philosophy, so let's get into it.
The word itself, Thelema, is just Greek for will, but the text adds this whole other layer through a practice called gematria, which is a kind of mystical numerology. It points out that Thelema has the numerical value of 93, and what do you know? That's the exact same number as agape, the Greek word for love. This is why the philosophy says that do what thou wilt is totally linked to love, which gets summarized in that
other key phrase, love is the law, love under will. Now, this is absolutely crucial. The will here doesn't just mean doing whatever you feel like at any given moment. The text makes a super clear distinction. This is about discovering your true will, your unique purpose, your higher calling. It's less about, say, choosing a pizza topping and more about finding your actual orbit in
the cosmos, finding out which star you truly are. And this is stated in the most absolute terms you can imagine. According to this worldview, you don't have the right to free speech or the right to vote or any other right you can think of. Your one single fundamental right and your duty
is to discover and perform your true will, period. So, that's the core idea. But, how does a person actually find and then follow their true will? Well, the text lays out a very specific mystical path for every individual to walk. The path is laid out as this four-step mystical progression. First,
you have the essential discovery of your purpose, your true will. Second, you have to destroy the illusion of duality, this idea that you are somehow separate from the universe. This leads to a peak mystical experience, communion with what's called the Holy Guardian Angel. And then finally, the path ends with the ultimate goal, the complete and total dissolution of your personal ego.
And this isn't just theory, you know. The book actually includes the diary of a practitioner who describes this exact experience. He writes that when the personal ego disappears, you don't just poof, cease to exist. Instead, your consciousness ex- expands to realize that the entire
universe is actually a part of you. It's a pretty profound shift in perception. Now, a philosophy this ambitious needs a structure to carry it forward, right? The text outlines two main orders that are responsible for spreading the law of Thelema. These two orders have a really clear division of labor. Think of the AAA as
the mystical internal source. They're the keepers of the spiritual flame, totally focused on enlightenment. The OTO, on the other hand, is the public-facing practical organization. Its job is to take that spiritual law and actually implement it in the material world through things like rituals and community. So, where does all this lead? What kind of society does this philosophy actually imagine? The
final section of the text reveals the blueprint for an entirely new world. And the text gets remarkably specific about daily life. It suggests a new greeting and response just to constantly reinforce the core law. It says that children have to be taught independence and warns that being servile is like a deadly disease. And the ultimate political goal?
To align the power of the state with the law of Thelema, creating a society where, as the motto goes, every man and every woman is a star. So, the vision, really, is a kind of spiritual aristocracy. It's a world where every single person has cast off their chains, discovered their true purpose, and is living life to the absolute fullest, not
as a slave to circumstance or dogma, but as a sovereign ruler of their own existence. Of course, there's a huge, obvious question here. If everyone is out there doing their true will, what happens when two people's wills inevitably clash? You know, if two kings both want the same castle, how is that decided? And the
text does not shy away from this at all. Its answer is well, it's brutally direct. You fight for it. But, not with hatred. The fight is supposed to be chivalrous, a conflict between equals, as brothers. The stronger or maybe the truer will is expected to prevail. There's no higher authority to appeal to because in this system, the individual will is the highest authority.
And this leaves us with our final thought. Is this vision of a world of sovereign individuals settling all their disputes through noble conflict, is that the ultimate form of freedom? Is it a utopia of self-realization? Or, by placing the individual will above literally everything else, does it risk becoming a world of just constant struggle? That is the central question
The Blue Equinox really leaves us to ponder.
This year cracked open like a piñata. And instead of candy, it threw drowsy fights and drama. I crashed on the pavement like prophecy fulfilled. >> >> And my crew just said, "You can't." while filming the spill. We had tacos on the pier, wind
in our hair, half the town wondering who let this man out anywhere. July 4th, load the speeder was a war crime, but the sun saluted me anyway, said the fit was divine. Oh, wow, what a year it's been. Friends became enemies, enemies turned back again. We laughed until
sunrise, fought till it hurt, psych-flirted with every straight man on earth. The diamond flashed, women flashed, the cops almost crashed, and through the chaos is where I heard fate whisper, "You're right where you belong, even if the universe gave you the wrong script this year." Inside jokes stacking taller than my trauma.
We got chapters and nonsense, it's our own baby mama drama. I fell in love three times all before breakfast, and every man I harassed somehow still said yes to shirtless. Sage, bro, we got to get you a girlfriend soon. It's getting tragic out here. Even the tarot cards side-eyed you. >>
>> No more alpha queer. My liberal father the restraining order deflowered somewhere on the astral side of the border and Joker. Then I had a crush that hit like fate. We rode off into the sunset like we were back on a budget date. Oh, wow, what a year it's been. >> >> Brothers and weirdos and accidental
boyfriends. We roasted each other like family do. Some next day they cried right there on YouTube. Every stream, every fight, every troll in my mentions felt like chaos dressed up as divine intervention. Through it all I heard the universe knew, "It's messy, it's magic, and you're exactly who you needed to be this year." Some friends stayed, some ghosts
returned. Some lessons hit harder than I felt I deserved. >> >> We lost some innocence, gained some perspective. Turned heartbreak into memes, bro. That flirted.
Flirted, crash burned, left, got healed, got harmed, and somehow kept coming back with the same stupid charm. Oh, wow, what a year it's been. The wildest season of my life so far. And I'd do it all again for the fans,
for the friends, for the lovers I almost had, for the enemies who came back saying, "All right, maybe you're not that bad." We live loud, we live messy, we live like a fever dream, and I wouldn't trade a second of this beautiful madhouse we call a team. And when I look at everything, every tear, every cheer, I just laugh and
say, "Damn. Love you guys. We survived a year.
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