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When the neophyte enters upon the path of evil, they are but a drunkard groping in the dark. When the neophyte enters upon the path of good, they canst but bear the dazzling brilliance of that light. And on it continues, the words, glowing like burning coals, Dear children of Earth, long have you dwelt in darkness? Quit the night and
seek the day. The book's title, conks on Packs, is thought to derive from the Eleusinian Mysteries, a secret rite of the ancient Greeks whose purpose, according to Plato, was to lead us back to the principles from which we descended. Although Jack doesn't know this, he feels something of its
sentiment emanating from Alice to Crowley's text. But what grabs him most aside from Crowley's belief in the power of magic is his betrayal of life as a duality of the light and the dark, not for him the piety and hypocrisy of a morally virtuous vision, but rather something more mutable and honest, something more real. Many hours later, when Jack finally makes his way to bed, there is only one thought in his mind. He must find out more.
It won't be long before he does. One afternoon in January nineteen thirty nine, Jack and Helen are entertaining siblings Francis and John Baxter, when Francis spies the strange book in Jack's study. Sensing his enthusiasm for its subject matter, the pair invite him to join them at an upcoming
event that they think he might find interesting. A few days later, as a pale sun dips below the horizon, Jack makes his way driving west across the Colorado Bridge toward a small tree lined street on the northern fringes of Los Angeles, eventually pulling up outside the large three story house of seventeen forty six were known a boulevard. Francis and John are waiting for him outside. A middle aged woman with short white hair greets them at the door.
Her gaze intents as she silently inspects the new arrival before heading back inside. John and Francis step in to follow, but Jack hesitates, noticing for the first time how unkempt the front lawn is and the way the paint peals liberally from the outer walls. But with the others waiting for him, he takes a breath and steps into the house. He is led into a large woodpaneled room, the air heavy with the smell of incense, where an odd looking
mix of women and men are assembled. Some turn and nod to Francis and John, others continue to talk quietly amongst themselves, trying hard not to stare at the new arrival. Conspicuous in his sharp suit vest top and thin pencil lime mustache, Jack just has enough time to catch a glimpse of a peculiar goat legged statue in the corner of the room. When the white haired woman appears again and asks them all to follow her stairs, Francis nods
for Jack to proceed with the others. Together, they make their way somberly up a large staircase, continuing all the way to the top, stepping through into a dark and cramped attic space. Parsons finds himself in a bizarrely decorated room like nothing he has ever seen before. At the back, a curtain is opened to reveal an altar of some sort, positioned in front of a black wall and laid over with a crimson cloth bearing candles and artifacts, including a
tablet of hieroglyphics, which Jack recognizes from his book. Perhaps strangest of all is the three step to dais that leads up to the altar, painted black and white like a chessboard, at the front of which stands an upright coffin. Jack is ushered into one of the two rows of pews positioned to face the altar, and when the last of the group has taken their seat, an ominous hush falls over the room. A man robed in white and
yellow appears carrying a small book. Pausing in front of the altar, he kisses the book three times and places it open underneath the tablet, before turning to address the congregation. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law, he says, Love is the law. Love under will They
all reply in perfect unison. Jack watch is mesmerized as the group rise together, drawing their right hands across their bodies, before continuing, I believe in one Earth, the mother of us all, and in one womb wherein all othergotten, and the mystery of mystery in her name Babylon. And I believe in the Serpent and the lion mystery of mystery in his name Bafomet. A woman appears dressed in a robe of white, blue and gold. Holding up a sword.
She strikes it toward the coffin, from out of which steps another man, also wearing a white robe and a gold half crown, its front fashioned into the shape of a serpent. Forty minutes later, with the strange ritual complete, Jack watches intrigued as two by two, the members of the group pair off and disappear into the depths of the house. John and Francis reappears soon after, alongside a
slight balding man who introduces himself as Wilfrid Smith. Only then does Jack realize he's talking to the figure that appeared out of the coffin, who it also transpires, is the leader of the group. As Smith explains, the ritual Jack had just observed is known as the Gnostic Mass.
The house they are standing in is the Agape Lodge, otherwise known as the US headquarters of a secret society called Ordo Templi orientis the Order of the Temple of the East, established in Germany in the late nineteenth century by wealthy industrialist Karl Kellner and journalist Theodore Royce. The order had begun life as an advanced theosophic movement, combining the knowledge of Freemasonry with that of another secret order
known as the Hermetic Brotherhood of Light. It is the claim of such esoteric organizations that behind the veil of reality lies a deeper, hidden world that can only be comprehended once a certain degree of knowledge, known only to the highest ranking members, has been learned. Attainment of these mysteries are said to provide nothing less than the answer to humanity's purpose and ultimate destiny, an understanding of one's place in the cosmos, and the power to achieve a
complete mastery of the self. Kellner had joined the Freemasons hoping to discover how to access this higher plane, only to find their teachings somewhat lacking. He became convinced that something crucial was missing, some kind of key without which their knowledge was useless. At some point in the eighteen nineties, Kelner claimed to have found it. The key, he said, was sex magic, the performance of sexual acts, either as a magic ritual in itself or in conjunction with a
magical right. With Royce's help, Kelner set about collecting all the secrets of Freemasonry and the Hermetic Brotherhood, fusing them together in a series of ten mysteries, also known as degrees, to be used with his new key. When Kelner died in nineteen o five, Royce continued their work and gave the Order its present name. Five years later, Royce initiated
Alice to Crowley into the Order. At first drawn to the ot O as a fellow practitioner of sex magic, Crowley would eventually succeed Royce at the top of the organization. Back in nineteen o four, Crowley claimed to have received communication from an entity known as I Was, who told him that he was a messenger for the Egyptian god Horace. He eventually came to believe that many years ago, humans once lived under the feminine spirit of the god Isis,
governed by a matriarchy that fostered egality and eccentricity. At some point, this had given way to the masculine age of the god Osiris, a patriarchal era of great darkness, hypocrisy and ignorance. As he was informed by I was it was now time to restore the balance. The aon of Horace, representing the child of creation and the spirit
of rebellion, would deliver that change. In response to this revelation, Crowley developed a philosophy of thought that would enable others to establish the new age of Horace, which he called Thelema, meaning simply will in Greek. When Royce died in nineteen twenty three, Crowley, having been steadily rising up the ranks of the Oto, became its natural figurehead and promptly converted it to a thelemic organization. The Agape Lodge, as Smith went on to explain to Jack, was a church of Thelema.
But Parsons hadn't come for the history lesson. He had come for something else. But what about the magic, he asks, Well, says Smith, as the great Beast says himself. Magic is but the science and art of causing change to occur in conformity with will. But is it real, asks Jack. Oh, yes,
says Smith, it is very real. Perhaps it was Parsons rare and refined air that drew Smith so mostly to him that evening, or perhaps it was more the fact that the organization hadn't had any fresh blood for some time. Either way, it was clear from the outset that there
was something special about him. When Parsons left that evening, the group's three senior members gathered by the window to watch him go, Regina, Carl Smith's lover and the Woman with the Sword, and Jane Wolf, the Woman with White Hair, both agreeing with Smith that he would make the perfect
addition to the order. Wolf, who had been a successful silent film actress before devoting her life to the study of Thelama, later wrote to inform Crowley of the a one man proleesque in Attainment that had just signed up. Are you always taking care of your family? Do you often take care of others and not yourself? Now it's time to take care of yourself, to make time for you you deserve it. Tell a DOC gives you access to a licensed therapist to help you get back to
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Although he wasn't quite sure what to make of Smith himself, his knowledge would be vital if he was going to make it work. Then one morning in early spring, Jack received a call from Theodore von Carmen. Having run out of funds the previous year, it was clear to von Carmen that the GAUST research team's only hope was to convince the government that their rockets could be used for
military purposes. With the German government now openly arming for war, the United States were keen to keep ahead of the game, and despite remaining skeptical, agreed to give the team a thousand dollars if they could find a way to help bomber planes take off on short runways. Von Carmen wanted to know if Jack would be interested in returning Ed Foreman had already expressed interest, which was all Jack had
to hear. Jack and Ed, who had spent the last few months working back at the Halifax Powder Company, quit their jobs immediately and returned to Caltec. For the next few months, the pair, along with Frank Melina, worked tirelessly to come up with a plan. In June, they delivered it to the National Academy of Sciences Air Corps Committee.
Their proposal was to strap a series of rockets to the under side of the plane in order to give it a ten second jet assisted take off otherwise known as a jato, enough to half its take off distance. The committee, suitably impressed, offered a further ten thousand dollars to continue the work. There was only one problem. What the team hadn't told them was that the current record for such a device was only five seconds. The suicide
squad were back. The next few months were a blur of sweat and toil under the baking California sun as the team raced to meet the academy's deadline six thousand miles away. In a low rise, gray stone building perched high up in the Bavarian Alps, Adolf Hitler delivers a speech to his military command. I have prepared my death's head formations, with orders to kill without pity or mercy, all men, women and children of Polish descent or language. Only in this way can we obtain the living space
we need. Ten days later, shortly after four forty am, while citizens of the Polish town of vi Lun sleep in their beds, the drone of engines high up in the sky draws near, and soon twenty nine Stucca planes have materialized from out of the dark and clouds above, and from under their wings a cascade of small black dots tumble with terminal velocity towards the houses below. In seconds,
the air will shake with fire, thunder, and screams. By the evening, three hundred and eighty bonds have dropped on the town, killing one thousand, two hundred in total, and the unmentionable odor of death rises high into the September night. The Second World War had begun. Since January, Parsons, although he had only returned to the Agape Lodge a few times, had been digging deeper into Crowley's magic workings, growing closer
to the group's leader, Wilfred Smith in the process. As word of the German Army's blitzkrieg through Poland hits the newsstands, it's hard not to think of Crowley's vision of the masculine age of a Cyrus and what misery and destruction it had wrought. With the team now caught up in a rapidly growing military industry, their work was beginning to
face a different level of scrutiny. For the next few months, Parsons, who had always relied on intuition and a large degree of trial and error, continued in vain to find the right explosive mix for a ten second thrust. But everything he tried ended in disaster as the money dwindled and the college staff grew tired of his endless explosions. By spring nineteen forty, it was beginning to look like his
rocket dream was once again coming to an end. Realizing that time was fast running out, Von Carmen and Frank Molina went back to the mats. After months of intense calculation, they finally cracked the problem, and a few weeks after the German Army capture France, the team make a successful demonstration to the National Academy and their funding is duly continued. But now they want to see at work on a plane.
With more money coming in, Caltech agrees to build a four acre test facility back where it all began, on the dust flats of the roy Oseco. The team has grown from three to twelve and a more professional structure has developed, with the twenty six year old Jack being designated the head of solid Propellants. Outside of work, Jack
is becoming a regular feature at the Agape Lodge. Intrigued by his growing obsession, Helen also begins attending frequently joining Jack at the order's regular social events, where guests were encouraged to do whatever they wilt, as per Crowley's teachings. Despite everything that Jack had achieved as a scientist, he would never truly be accepted by the scientific community, and
he knew it. Frank Molina, for one, was growing increasingly concerned about him, unnerved by the way he stockpiled explosives and how he kept them casually distributed outside on his balcony and mixed them alone in his basement. Perhaps Malina envied something in the chaos how Parsons seemed to get
by on instinct alone. But although there was a time and a place for the risk takers, he thought, when it came down to it, real science was about crunching data and discipline, something Jack had never been cut out for. Though von Carmen remained an enthusiastic supporter those like Frank and the other Caltech students to Cambridge with his often reckless and impatient approach, and balked at his lack of
formal education at the lodge. However, rather than being treated as a threat, Jack's rebellious and adventurous spirit was admired. When Jack and Helen are formally initiated in February nineteen forty one, the lonely boy who had dreamt only of sending rockets to the moon, who had been bullied mercilessly at school for being nothing but himself, finally feels accepted.
Emboldened by his welcome into the lodge, Jack promptly announces that he will give a set of talks at his and Helen's house, inviting all members to attend, as well as a number of the rocket research team intrigued by the eccentricities of their colleague. For the next few months, Jack spends his day's beavering away in his homemade lab or at the GALCID test site, while nights are a whirl of Stravinsky and cocaine, science and mysticism, and of
course Crowley. As Jack's occult knowledge increases, he begins dabbling deeper into the magic, sexual and otherwise. Seances are frequently held in conjunction with the talks, and soon it isn't only his wife that he is performing magic with. In June nineteen forty one, Helen leaves Pasadena to take a holiday with her mother, Olga and younger sister Nancy. A few weeks later, she returns home to find her other sister, Betty,
casually walking around her house wearing her clothes. Betty is a little shocked by her sister's sudden appearance, having not expected her back until the next day. Nonetheless, the seventeen year old Betty collects herself, and, looking her sister in the eye, tells her that she is with Jack. Now,
Helen is speechless. As it would transpire, Jack had been growing closer to Betty for some time, cruelly informing Helen shortly after her return that he and her sister were far more sexually compatible, and it was only right that they should explore that. Thellema discouraged monogamy and all notions of ownership when it came to relationships, considering such conventions to be unnatural and harmfully respective in the journey to
realizing the true self. There are few conventions, however, that are harder to transcend than those pertaining to affairs of the heart, And though Helen might have understood the principle, putting it into practice was something else entirely carme August. Back at the Galct Rocket Range, the Jato rockets are ready for testing, with the first flight test due to
take place the following week. Pilot Lieutenant Homer bowshe looks on as a slightly worse for ware Parsons, rigs up six rockets onto a rack, steps back, and fires them up. After a loud roar the rockets look to be holding when a sudden sputtering is followed by a huge explosion and pieces of casing flying everywhere. Parsons can only look on in dismay as Bowshe's face drains of all its color. Since missing the deadline is not an option, the team
work endlessly to resolve the problem. Some days the jets work, others they don't, and seven days later, Jack still has no idea why. On the day of the test at the march Field Air Corps base in Merino Valley, Boushey sits in the cockpit of a small propeller plane as the team make their final checks on the six rockets strapped underneath, before standing back and hoping for the best. Having failed to find the solution via traditional means, Jack
tries something else. A short time after take off. Parsons eyes the plane in the sky as it turns back into view and begins to stamp his feet, chanting under his breath, much to the bewilderment of his colleagues, Give me the Sign of the open Eye and the toke an erect of thorny Thigh and the world of Madness and Mystery. O Pan EO Pan the words coming from the hymn to Pan, an invocation to the great goat
footed god of fertility and the wild. The team look back up to the sky as a brilliant flash of light is followed by the jet thrust of six fully functional Jato rockets, powering Bowshe's plane through the sky for a full ten seconds. It is a reprise of sorts for Parsons fuel mix. In a week's time, however, they will have to do it all again, but this time directly from the takeoff. Only two days later, another test
run on a stationary plane results in a catastrophic explosion. Mercifully, Jack has by now at least uncovered the problem cracks in the powder mix caused by temperature fluctuations, meaning the rockets have to be used within twenty four hours of manufacture or they will malfunction. Over the next two weeks, with Jack manically preparing each rocket and delivering it personally to the test site, the team will successfully use one hundred and fifty two Jato rockets over sixty tests, earning
them another one hundred thousand dollars in funding. Rockets it seems are becoming a big business, but without a permanent solution for the temperamental mix. The team no, it can't be sustained, and Jack's extracurricular activities are starting to interfere. Early one morning in November, Frank Molina is woken by a phone call from the local police. They are calling to let him know that one of his employees has been taken into custody and will likely be going to jail.
A desperate Melina drives immediately to the station and begs the police to keep the incident quiet, worried that they'll lose their funding if anyone finds out. Asking to speak with the employee, he is duly led into a small interview room where a tired and disheveled looking man is waiting for him. His name is Paul Seckler, a galcit security guard that Jack had given a job to. He also happened to be a resident of the Agape Lodge. The furious Melina demands to know what happened. Seckler does
his best to remember. The last thing he could recall was visiting Jack's house and being asked to take part in a peculiar ritual. The next thing he knew, he was sat behind the steering wheel of a car he didn't recognize, speeding down the road with a gun laying on the passenger seat beside him. Having tried to make his way back to Jack's house, he found the local
police force waiting for him at the Colorado Bridge. A perplexed Mallina is later informed by the officer in charge that a deranged settler had been seen running out of Parson's house late the night before, where he threatened a young couple at gunpoint before stealing their car. When Melina confronts Jack and Ed, who had also been present, about what had happened, they refused to tell him. Malina's patience with Jack is running out, and it couldn't have come
at a worst time. Prior to nineteen forty one, there were few outside of Hawaii who gave much thought for the island of Oahu, much less to the shallow bay known to islanders as Why Momei or Waters of the Pearl. By the end of December seventh, it would be wrenched violently into the American consciousness after a surprise attack is launched by the Japanese government on the American naval base
located there in Pearl Harbor. By the following day two thousand, four hundred American military personnel were dead, and the United States government had formerly entered the war. Back in the Arroyo Seco, the team, spurred on by the latest developments, are making significant progress expanding their expertise to incorporate liquid fuels, spearheaded by Martin summer Field, a trusted friend and colleague of Frank Molina's who had joined the team in the
summer of nineteen forty. In April nineteen forty two, four years after declaring they could do what nobody else thought possible, the group gathered in the Mahave Desert to witness two liquid propelled rockets the takeoff of a hulking fourteen thousand pound bomber plane. As the team, led by Melina and summer Field, celebrated with von Carmen, there were two noticeable absentees, Jack and Ed. Though the pair had good reason not to be there, there was something symbolic in their absence.
Since the beginning of the Second World War, the nature of rocket science development was rapidly changing, due largely to Jack and Ed's pioneering work in the days when nobody wanted anything to do with it, More and more brilliant scientists were entering the field, leaving little room for self taught experts. It was in every way a science, quickly leaving the likes of Jack Parsons and Ed Foreman behind
in the glare of its after burn. With the war effort now in full swing, the American aviation industry went into overdrive as one manufacturer after another cashed in on the war. In the next year alone, over sixty thousand planes would be manufactured and bought by the United States government. Frank Molina, an avowed socialist, had always been uncomfortable with
the idea of profiting from war. But not only were these extraordinary times, but even in the closeted environment of academia, he understood that if he were ever to realize his dream of taking rockets to space, compromises would have to be made. The rest of the team were in agreement, but despite everything they had achieved, they were unable to
sell their Jato product to the aviation industry. Perhaps they saw it as competition for their own devices, or perhaps it was the stigma still attached to rocketry which continued to cloud the minds of the establishment as to what was and what wasn't possible. In response, the rocket research team, now officially consisting of Parsons, Foreman, summer Field, Molina, and Von Carmen started their own company. Aerojet Engineering Corporation was born.
Despite the success with the liquid Jato rockets, the U. S. Navy were unwilling to countenance anything other than a solid fuel propellant, so when the order came in for a hundred rockets, it was on Parsons to make it work. But Jack was at a dead end. No matter what he tried, he was unable to scale the rockets up to the necessary size without cracks appearing in the mix. What he needed was an impossibility, a solid fuel with
the properties of a liquid. After yet another explosive disaster at the Arroyo test site, a despondent Parsons takes a few moments to gather his thoughts. Wandering to the back of the site, he catches a whiff of something sweet and acrid on the warm breeze. Turning, he sees some construction workers pushing asphalt across the roof of a nearby building. He watches for a moment as they pour the gloup, glinting black and gold under the sun, a solid fuel
that acted like a liquid. Moments later, Jack is back in his laboratory, surrounded by billowing clouds of smoke and the sweet choke of petroleum, concocting a thick blackness from liquefied tar and potassium percolate to infused cries of EO pan. He pours the resultant mix into an unused rocket casing and waits for it to set. Parsons had just created galcid fifty three, the fifty third fuel mixed by the rocket research team. It was the first casta will composite
propellant ever invented. According to Frank Molina later, it was one of the most important discoveries in the long history of solid fuel rockets. It was also the last serious contribution to rocket science that Jack Parsons would ever make. While Parson's professional life was hitting its peak. Back at the Agape Lodge, things were threatening to unravel. In response to Jack and Betty's continuing affair. Helen sought comfort with
the group's leader, Wilfred Smith. Although Jack had encouraged the union, Smith's lover, Regina Carl, had been far less sympathetic. Once again, the theory and practice of Crowley's insistence on doing what thou wilt, making for difficult bedfellows. With Parson's reputation, however, steadily growing among the Agapey Lodge members, Ever, the chemist he recognized the growing discontent as a perfect opportunity for change.
Buoyed by the successive aerojet Jack, proposed that the group abandoned the crumbling frames of Winona Boulevard and moved the Agape Lodge to Pasadena. And so it is that on June ninth, nineteen forty two, the group, led by Jane Wolfe, carrying a large portrait of Alister Crowley, make their way through the doors of one zero zero three Orange Grove Avenue. The house was a significant upgrade and much more befitting
for a secret magic Order. Set over three floors, the property was the former residence of lumber millionaire Arthur Fleming, who was a long standing donor to Caltech had hosted Albert Einstein, among many others. Within its walls. It included a twenty five acre garden with a pretty pagola and fountain that would make a perfect stage for the order's rituals. A large ornate mahogany staircase swept into a grand entrance hall,
over which was placed the portrait of Alister Crowley. A garage located a short distance from the house was promptly converted into Jack's home laboratory. Wilfrid Smith, still acting as the official head of the lodge, and Helen, took the master bedroom on the second floor, while Betty and Jack shared another bedroom on the same floor, installing a large
statue of the Great God Pan in the corner. The two couples were joined by Regina Carl and Jane Wolf, among many others who would come and go over the next few months. By nineteen forty two, largely thanks to the charismatic Jack, forty new members had been admitted into the aga A Lodge. But if it was order that Jack was hoping for, he would not find it here, as more and more initiates, keen to adopt the principles of Thelama, struggled with the reality of applying its teachings
before the mind was ready to follow. One new member, Grady McMurty, who Jack had been introduced to earlier in the year, was particularly upset to discover his wife Claire, had participated in sex magic rituals with both Smith and
Parsons without his knowledge. McMurty was equally dismayed to discover that, six months after the group had moved into Orange Grove, they hadn't practiced the Gnostic Mass once and duly informed Crowley, who in return blasted Parsons for his naivete and ordered Smith to stand down as the group's leader, blaming him for the group's lack of focus. Crowley's response is a
double blow for Parsons. Not only had he upset his spected leader, who he still had high hopes of meeting in person, but the threat of losing Smith, who had become an invaluable and trusted instructor, was the last thing he had expected. By the end of nineteen forty two, rumors are swelling about just what exactly has been going on at the new Agape Lodge, and soon there are reports of men in black suits keeping watch of the house. But amidst the chaos, one thing remains consistent, the magic.
It had been the case for some time that science was no longer the priority for Jack, at least not in the traditional sense. Having remained an avid fan of science and fantasy fiction over the years, one author's book in particular, had awokened something in him that he had been suspecting for some time. Written by Jack Williamson, Darker Than You Think tells the story of a race of lycanthropic witches who for a long time had been forced to live in the shadows after losing an ancient war
with Homo sapiens. Not until the coming of the Child of the Night will the magical race be set free to rule the earth once more. To Jack, the book drew parallels with Crowley's own prophecy of the coming Age of Horace. Unlike Crowley, however, who saw the current era of death and destruction as the period of transition from one age to the next, for Parsons it was more evidence of the continuing ills of the masculine age of
a Cirius. Where Crowley saw the Age of Horace as a balance, it was far more important for Parsons to focus on returning the feminine to its rightful place at
the top. With Jack now being treated as the de facto lead of the lodge, it was beginning to occur to him that perhaps he was that Child of the Night, destined to help usher in the new age As the ever impatient Jack continues in his efforts to harness the power of real magic, a number of strange shapes and terrifying noises are reported at one zero zero three Orange County Avenue. Concerns that he is getting ahead of himself,
and rumors of black magic begin to circulate. Jack Williamson's book also tells of a flame haired woman whose arrival is pivotal for the creation of the new age. Jack two will meet such a woman, but not before undertaking one of the most ambitious and infamous magical workings ever
to be recorded. But there is one more ingredient required before Jack's ambitions can be fully realized, the arrival of another flame haired individual, a master of story and the tall tale who going by the name of Ron, will soon cast his own particular spell on all who crosses path. Join us next Tuesday for the final installment of Unexplained.
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