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Maybe this brief extract from my half of the book can answer some of the questions that agonize the portly blond man in the video--
"Come writers and critics
Who prophesize [sic] with your pen..."
(top-ten Hit Parade pop-rock anthem of a bygone era)
Ernst Junger, when nine years old, began to read the Arabian Nights, which he would come to call “this immortal gift of the magical world to the West.” Note the M-word. Stare at it long enough with the gritty eyeballs of a teen-boy on phosphorescent green blotter acid, and you will see a lower-case “k” materialize among its seven letters. What could be the reason for this?
Synchronism is the reason. On the same night, at the very moment when jailbait Junger curled up with Scheherazade, not only did the embryonic Father of LSD curl up on Frau Hofmann’s uterine wall, but the future Wickedest Man in the World curled up in the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid at Gizeh and got fecundated with supernal wisdom by a falcon-headed god. That very same epochal year Crowley wrote the notoriously cryptic Sword of Song, Called by Early Christians the Book of the Beast. Among its infinite convolutions and meta-para-volutions, this book contains a twenty-seven-word tercet (I’ll share it with you presently) that was to have the effect on my life of a K-turn executed at speed by a Bradley Urban Assault Vehicle...