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Pabst learns the true meaning of Christmas “In the beginning was the Dao, and the Dao was with God, and the Dao was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was…

Pabst discovers high drama “Εἰς ὃ καὶ κοπιῶ ἀγωνιζόμενος κατὰ τὴν ἐνέργειαν αὐτοῦ τὴν ἐνεργουμένην ἐν ἐμοὶ ἐν δυνάμει. Θέλω γὰρ ὑμᾶς εἰδέναι ἡλίκον ἀγῶνα ἔχω ὑπὲρ ὑμῶν καὶ τῶν ἐν Λαοδικείᾳ καὶ ὅσοι οὐχ ἑόρακαν τὸ πρόσωπόν μου ἐν σαρκί, ἵνα παρακληθῶσιν αἱ καρδίαι αὐτῶν, συμβιβασθέντες ἐν ἀγάπῃ καὶ εἰς πᾶν πλοῦτος τῆς πληροφορίας…

Pabst’s pathworks the rosary “O thou that settest out upon the Path, false is the Phantom that thou seekest. When thou hast it thou shalt know all bitterness, thy teeth fixed in the Sodom-Apple. Thus hast thou been lured along that Path, whose terror else had driven thee far away. O thou that stridest upon…

Pabst and the lesser ritual of the rosary “It is not advisable to hasten development, because everything needs time. Patience, perseverance and tenacity are fundamental conditions of the development. The pains taken in one’s development will be amply rewarded.” — Franz Bardon The Cathars were a Gnostic sect emerging in France during the early 13th…

Pabst prays the rosary “Whoever is willing to enter the magic path should regard it as his sacred duty to practice regular exercises. He ought to be kind, generous and tolerant with his fellow men, but relentless and hard with himself. Only such behavior will be followed by success in magic.” — Franz Bardon I’ve…

Pabst goes to Coney Island It was Veteran’s Day weekend, November of 2019, and I had been living in New York City since March. In that time, from the first week of March to the second week of November my cat died, I broke my two front teeth, and I had failed to quit drinking…

The Way, the Truth, and the Myth “Today the word ‘myth’ is often used to describe something that simply isn’t true. A politician accused of a peccadillo will say it is a ‘myth’, that it never happened. When we hear of gods walking the earth, of dead men striding out of tombs, or of seas…

Unidentified White Males The Episcopal Church is the church for outcasts, what my godmother describes as mutts. An outcast is like refuse, literally one who is cast out of society, living on the fringes. These days the fringes are more virtual than they have ever been. In the “The Comedians: Drunks, Thieves, Scoundrels and the…