S03 Episode 1: We Are The Witchcraft (Pt. 3 of 3)

his battle scars when Jack walked into the kitchen. It was the squeals of delight coming from the small crowd surrounding the enigmatic guest that had first drawn Jack's attention, as Ron repeated for his host, those scars just below his ribs were from the arrows he had taken after being attacked by a local tribe while journeying through the

South American jungle. Ron, it turned out, was quite the explorer, as he went on to reveal having once come face to face with a polar bear whilst sailing round the Aleutian Islands of Alaska. He had apparently lassued the excitable creature after it leaped onto the ship from a nearby ice flow. Only after it had succeeded in chasing half the crew off the vessel, had Ron finally been able

to bring it down. Jack could only laugh at the audacity of it all that evening, as the party continued late into the night, Hubbard entertained all with the extraordinary

tales of his daring adventures. For Jack, like many of those who had been fortunate to escape the fighting, it was Hubbard's war stories that excited the most, and Ron was only too happy to oblige, telling the guests about the one time he commanded anti submarine vessels off the coast of Californy and had sunk at least two Japanese submarines.

Though he wasn't at liberty to divulge much about his counter intelligence work, the thirty four year old naval officer was able to reveal that he was currently on medical leave due to injuries sustained whilst escaping the island of Java on a raft he had built himself, including being shot and breaking his foot. In truth, there had been no sunken submarines or lassud polar bears, much less a courageous escape from Java, but Hubbard was never one to let the truth get in the way of a good story.

Though some were less taken by Hubbard's incredible yarns. Whether he truly believed the tales or not, Jack recognized a kindred spirit that night. As a prolific author of science fiction and fantasy stories writing under the name l. Ron Hubbard, Jack was well acquainted with his work. Hubbard's stories centered on supercharged men with extraordinary powers of the mind, which reminded Jack of the teachings of Thelama and Alister Crowley's

concept of magic as the mastery of will. Meeting the magnetic Ron in person only cemented parsons suspicions that Hubbard was a man of innate magical prowess. Ron, in return, was pleased to finally meet the refined rocket scientist that he had heard so much about, and was only too happy to take Jack up on his offer to see out the rest of his leave at one zero zero

three Orange Grove Avenue. A few days later, Ron duly returned to the house, driving an old, beat up packard and towing a small trailer behind with all his worldly possessions, ready to join the many new inhabitants of the Agape Lodge. It was September nineteen forty five, and the occupants had

much changed in the last few years. Things had much changed for two by the beginning of nineteen forty three, as global war intensified and the business of rocket science was swept up in the USA's burgeoning military industrial complex. Jack's position at both air Jet and as a founding member of the Gausit Rocket research team was becoming untenable.

Five and a half thousand miles away, an extraordinary discovery was about to come to light that would change the industry forever and usher a final end to Jack's involvement with the Gausit team. Inside the imposing Trent House, a vast country home overlooking some eight hundred acres of parkland on the northern edge of London, fifty or so German army generals and high ranking officers were living out their

days as British prisoners of war in extreme comfort. Unlike many of their compatriots, due to their military status, these prisoners had not not only been put up in a stately home, but had also been granted servants, as well as access to entertainment, fine wine, and expensive food. So surprised were they by their treatment, the prisoners often wrote home to boast of their luck and laugh at the weakness and stupidity of the British government for allowing them

such luxuries. What they didn't know, however, was that every word that the prisoners uttered was being recorded, thanks to a vast network of microphones that had been rigged up throughout the house, hidden in everything from lampshades to the underside of a billiard's table, threaded below carpets and into the walls. In a secret room, a group of Jewish Germans who had been forced to flee their home country

sat carefully listening to everything. One overheard conversation caused some confusion, at first, having something to do with the secret weapons manufacturing facility in the industrial town of Pina Munda in northern Germany. One general was recorded discussing a weapon the likes of which couldn't possibly exist, a fourteen meter high rocket that could travel at three and a half thousand miles per hour and deliver a ton of explosives over

a distance of more than two hundred kilometers. He claimed that such a rocket would be ready to launch at the United Kingdom within months. It was known as the V two. When the British Royal Air Force carried out a covert reki to the region a few days later, they were shocked to discover it was all true. Back in Pasadena at Caltech, when news arrived from US intelligence of the German rocket program. The scientists were utterly stunned,

and the US government equally so. Finally understanding the rocket's potential as a war machine, the United States military tasked the Gaust team with developing an equivalent rocket of their own, offering three million dollars if they could do it within a year, and in that moment everything changed. The group was substantially reorganized, adopting a far more professional approach, starting with the changing of its name to the Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

Though Jack would continue to conduct experiments for the newly formed j p L and his company, Aerojet. With so much money and new personnel entering the business, not to mention the concerns over his style of work and his private life, he was fast becoming surplus to requirements. When the Navy up to their JATO order to twenty thousand, it was clear to Andy Hayley, who had been drafted in to manage the company, that the business of rockets

was fast outgrowing them. In the autumn of nineteen forty four, Haley convinced the wealthy General Hire and Rubber Company to step in and take over on the one cond that Jack Parsons and Ed Foreman be removed from the business. Having started the company along with Frank Malina, Martin Summerfield and Theodore von Carmen less than a decade ago at a cost of two hundred and fifty dollars each, both Parsons and Foremen were persuaded to sell their shares in

the company for eleven thousand dollars. By the turn of nineteen forty five, at the age of thirty and thirty two, respectively, Jack and Ed's rocketing career was over. Within fifteen years, those shares would be worth ninety million dollars in today's money. Although Jack was doubtless upset by the manner in which it had all come to an end, he remained resolute that together he and Ed would continue their work in one capacity or another. But more importantly, he now had

more time to dedicate to his magic. With the sale of his shares, Jack promptly bought the lodge house, which he had only been renting up till then, and in which much had changed over the last few years. Two In early nineteen forty three, Parson's wife Helen, together with the head of the Agape Lodge, Wilfred Smith, had borne

a son. However, both had been forced to leave the home after Alister Crowley decided to remove Smith as head of the organization due to his concerns that the members of the lodge cared more about sexual gratification than the true teachings of Thelama. It was Crowley's hope that Jack would take over and restore the group's focus, and for

a time it worked. Although a reluctant leader, not wanting to betray his friend Smith, Jack soon embraced his new role, converting his bedroom into the house temple and leading the Gnostic Mass with his lover Betty by his side in place of Regina Carl who i had also left the house having been left heartbroken by Smith and Helen's relationship. A house resident and senior member of the Agape Lodge, Jane Wolfe, soon grew concerned, however, that Parson's interests were

not entirely in the group's best interests. For the rebellious anti authoritarian Jack, as much as he was sympathetic to the philosophy of Thelama, for him It had always been about the magic, the things that Alice to Crowley claimed to have conjured up with the ancient spells. All the ritual and the gathering of knowledge was merely a means to an end. But for the impatient Jack, the end

was taking too long. Soon he was consulting the feigned Lesser Key of Solomon and the ars Goetier, searching for clues. As Wolfe had suspected, he was dabbling in black magic. But Jack couldn't operate alone. Concerned what his fellow Thelamites, would think, one night, he turned to the ever faithful Ed, who was then staying at the lodge, to assist him.

Although Ed kept only a passing interest in Jack's esoteric fixations, he was more than happy to help him out, even if he did find the whole thing a little silly. That night, in Jack's bedroom, the pair chalked out cymbals on the floor under the flickering light of candles, before Jack instructed Ed on how to take the pyote. Ed then sat back and listened to Jack as he read from the old books, chanting strange incantations into the air.

After a few hours, however, when nothing had occurred, the pair decided to call it a night, but as Ed made his way back to his bedroom, the whole house began to shake in terror. Foreman ran to his room, only to be confronted with the ific cacophony of shrieking voices coming from outside his window. Uncovering his ears, he pulled back the curtain to find three terrifying entities floating outside,

their grotesque faces contorted and mouths wide open. In a scream, Ed bolted from the room and ran into two residents talking quietly amongst themselves. Neither had heard the screams, but both recognized the entities that Ed said he had seen. They were screaming banshees, they said, a warning of a coming death. By nineteen forty five, only Jack, the twenty year old Betty, and Jane Wolfe remained at the property as genuine followers of Thelema, with Wolfe soon to follow

Carl In moving out. When Carl died unexpectedly early in the new year, something of the old order had irrevocably shifted. May the United States government and its allies celebrated victory in Europe with the fall of Berlin and the subsequent surrender of the German Army War was coming to an end, and whether it was the coming of Horace or not, a new age was undoubtedly dawning. Such was the air

of secrecy that surrounded the Manhattan Project. Even those like Jack and most of his former colleagues at Caltech had not quite been prepared for the power that was soon to be unleashed over the sands of the New Mexico Desert. In nineteen oh four, Alister Crowley had received word from his guardian angel that Horace would deliver a war engine with which the peoples will be smited and none shall be left standing, and from the ashes something new will arise.

On July sixteenth, nineteen forty five, that engine was delivered, with the force of almost nineteen thousand tons of t n T. We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture the bag of ad Ghita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him takes on his multi armed form, who says, now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds the

atomic age had arrived. When it was revealed the following month that the Japanese city of Hiroshima had been wiped out by one single bomb, it was more clear than ever to Jack that if the Age of Horace was upon us, it was being dominated by its more destructive masculine urges and was leading the world toward catastrophe. A new force would be required to neutralize it, and a strong ally was needed to help invoke it. But Jack wouldn't be able to rely on Ed this time, who

had been left traumatized by their last experiment. Grady McMurty, whose letter of distress to Alister Crowley had resulted in Smith's ousting as the Agape Lodge leader, returned from military service to find things little changed on Orange Grove Avenue. Having met Crowley in person during his travels through Europe, Crowley had once again asked him to keep a close eye on proceedings at the lodge. If Crowley had been

hoping for greater order, would be sorely disappointed. Without full time employment, Jack decided to rent a number of rooms out to keep a steady income. He placed an ad in a local paper requesting applicants must not believe in God, and that only bohemians, musicians, atheists, anarchists, and artists need apply. Although a few ot O members answered Jack's request, most of the residents that Jack and Betty hand picked were chosen for what they would bring to the social mix.

By the time Ron Hubbard turned up to stay, some twenty people had moved in, such as scientist Robert Kornock, who had assisted on the Manhattan Project, and future leading journalist Nis and Himmel, as well as a number of fortune tellers and enigmatic socialites. All were enamored with Jack, and all were intent on taking complete advantage of each other's company. Jack enjoyed theirs, too, but none more so than Hubbard's, who continued to impress Parsons with his raw

magical capabilities. As Jack instructed Ron on the finer teachings of Thelama, Ron in turn shared his own ideas about how to rescue the human race from self destruction. It quickly became clear that Hubbard might well be the magical partner that Parsons had been looking for. One morning in September, Robert Kornock walked into Jack's room and found Hubbard in bed with Betty. As practitioners of Thelama, Jack, who continued to experiment with other partners, had encouraged Betty to do

the same. In a way, they saw it as testament to their love that they could transcend the petty jealousies of conventional relationships and still find their way to each other by the end of the day. That was until she met Hubbard. Although it had all been obvious to many of the residents, Jack had not seen it coming. Hubbard left the house a few weeks later and booked himself into a hospital, claiming to be suffering from terrible

pains caused by his war injuries. It was in fact a stomach ulcer, which he was intent on fully exploiting in the hope of being granted a pension from the Navy. Despite Hubbard now having gone, Betty no longer came to Jack's bed, and watching her pine for the absent writer only served to intensify his heartache. Late one night, lodge resident Alva Rodger's was woken by a strange, ominous noise

that sounded like death. Stepping into the hall, he could see that Jack's door was slightly ajar with the flickering of candle light coming from within. Having never had the chance to see inside Jack's room and worried for its occupant, Roger's tiptoed across the hall and peered inside. The room was painted black and covered in bizarre cymbals. Thick and sweet incense filled the air, and in the middle of it, all, robed in black, with his arms stretched out, stood Jack

at the altar of the gnostic Mass. At his feet was a large pentagram that he had drawn on the floor. As Rogers continued to gorp, he realized that the groaning was in fact chanting, indecipherable words that Jack repeated over and over again. A few days later, a strange atmosphere had descended over the lodge, with Rogers noticing a number of OTO members variously rushing about the house in great distress.

Jane Wolf, who visited at the time, was prompted to write to Crowley, deeply concerned that there was something strange going on. Although it wasn't clear what Jack had apparently summoned, Some suspected a demon, others an elemental Whatever had occurred had changed him for the better. When Hubbard returned in early December, Jack welcomed him with open arms, making no effort to stand in his and Betty's way. What's more, he had finally realized what he had to do. Are

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Unexplained podcast Today to get started. That's teladoc dot com Slash Unexplained Podcast. Crowley's Thelema dictates that the final stage for the a depth involves the crossing of an abyss, inside which presides Coronson. Similar to the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Coronson is the metaphysical contrary of the whole process of magic, intent on trapping the traveler in a meaningless world of illusion. Yet, if the adept can successfully negotiate the abyss, they will find Babylon waiting to

embrace them on the other side. The Book of Revelation declared Babylon the mother of harlots and abominations of the Earth, a female personification of evil and depravity. To Crowley, however, she represented the counterpart to his beast, a passive, lustful receiver, subduing the strength of whomever she lies with, completing oneness. To Parsons, she was much more like the sword wielding Virgin of the Gnostic Mass. Parsons considered Babylon to be

anything but passive. As poet and cultural theorist Amy Ireland puts it, Parsons saw the purpose of Babylon not as the nullifier of the masculine world, but its conqueror, destined to bring an end to his world. She was the flame of life and power of darkness, who will feed upon the death of men beautiful horrible. This was whom Jack needed to summon, and he would need Hubbard's help

to do so. Inspired by the sixteenth century magician and adviser to Queen Elizabeth, the First, Doctor John D. Parsons devised a plan for a magical working that would combine Crowley's own magic with D's Inochian magic. Sometime during the fifteen eighties, D, along with his seer Edward Kelly, undertook a series of scrying sessions, whereby they claimed to have

made contact with angelic entities. Over the course of nearly a decade, the pair received communication of a secret magical language, which was delivered to them in a sea series of mystical tables comprising what D considered to be the Real Book of Enoch, a fabled text said to hold the

secrets of the true reality of things. Since Crowley had written often of his success in using Anochian magic, it was through D's tablets that Parsons hoped to invoke the Goddess Babylon on January fourth, nineteen forty six, as Prokofiev's Violin Concerto Number two played gently in the background. Parsons and Hubbard prepared the magical squares, comprised of four twelve

by thirteen tables of Anchian symbols, and consumed piote. By nine PM, as the slightest sliver of a waxing crescent moon rose high into the sky, the pair were ready to begin the Babylon working. Parsons picked his first square from the Inochian tablets, and starting at the upper right hand point, drew a pentagram in the air with the magic dagger, followed by the invocation of the bornless One.

I invoke the bornless one, that dist create the earth and heavens, that dist create the night and day, that dist create the darkness and the light. The process continued long into the evening, with each invocation of the square culminating in the fertilizing of the parchment bearing the relevant symbol, by ritual masturbation, and finally banishment. The working lasted for eleven days in total, during which a number of strange

occurrences took place. On the tenth, Jack was awoken in the night by the sound of nine loud knocks and the smashing of a lamp thrown violently to the floor. Four days later, the power in the house inexplicably cut out. As Hubbard prepared candles to continue the operation, he was struck forcibly on his right arm by something unseen, knocking a candle from his hand. Jack found him wincing in pain, staring up at a mysterious brownish yellow light that seemed

to hang seven feet in the air. According to Hubbard, his arm remained paralyzed for the rest of the night. By January fifteenth, however, despite the peculiar events and Hubbard's insistence that he had seen various manifestations about the house, the Goddess Babylon had failed to materialize. Three days later, a disconsolate Jack made his way into the Mahave Desert, accompanied by Hubbard, looking for guidance on how to proceed.

Jack had a favorite spot underneath the confluence of two vast power lines, where he would often sit and practice his magic. That morning, as Jack sat tuning into the electric hum of the wires while the pink light of the desert sun rose above the horizon, he was struck by a profound sense of certainty. Turning to Hubbard, he declared, it is done. Just before New Year, at the lodge, Parsons had been talking on the phone in his dressing gown when he spied a stranger wandering around the house.

The red haired woman, who had recently been demobilized by the Navy, had come looking for the mad scientist that a friend had told her was living there. Jack disappeared to get dressed, returning a few moments later to find the woman playing records in a small alcove off the main hall. The pair regarded each other for a moment before Jack abruptly left. When he returned from his elatery trip to the desert, that same woman was waiting for him at the house. The woman was twenty three year

old Marjorie Cameron, also known as Candy. Born in Belleplaine, Iowa. Cameron was a talented artist who had moved to Los Angeles hoping to further her work. Unbeknownst to her at the time, to Parsons, she was the missing link to completing the Babylon working the elemental he had been trying to summon back in December. With Cameron, Parsons hoped to conceive the very goddess he had been trying to deliver

to Earth. The pair spent the best part of the next two weeks in bed together, before Cameron traveled to New York to break up with a recent boyfriend, returning in March to move in with Jack. In the meantime, Parsons had returned to the Mahave Desert, where on the last night of February he claimed to have received communication

from the goddess Babylon herself. He recorded the message in a text called Liber forty nine that confirmed he would indeed father a magical child, but not before, as the messenger dictated, she shall absorb thee and thou shalt become living flame. Back in England, Alicer Crowley, who refused to recognize the legitimacy of Liber forty nine, was growing deeply

concerned about Jack's new ventures. Having always believed in Parson's potential and keen to take advantage of his wealth, he made a last ditch effort to deter him from his chosen path, but Parson's mind was made up with a goddess to conceive Jack would require more money, and Julie began to seek employment. Hubbard had a better idea, however, suggesting that the both of them pull their money and

talent together and go into business. Hubbard's first idea was to purchase three yachts in Miami and sail them back to California, where they could sell them on at a vast profit. Trusting his friend, Jack thought nothing of pouring most of his five figured savings into the venture, to which Hubbard contributed around a thousand dollars. In late April, Hubbard and Betty headed to Miami with ten thousand dollars to buy the yachts. By June, Parsons had yet to

hear back from them. Fearing he had been swindled, he traveled to Florida to confront the pair, finding that they had indeed purchased three yachts, two of which he was able to locate, but the third of which the pair had used to evade him. That night, Parsons returned to his hotel room, drew a magic circle on the floor around him, and invoked the demon bartswal Spirit of Mars.

At about the same time, a few miles off the coast, thick gray clouds were beginning to converge around a two masted schooner being piloted by a plump, red headed man and his young girlfriend. Within minutes, a squall swept across the sea, forcing the pair back to land, where they were immediately arrested by the US Coast Guard. It was the last time that Parsons and Hubbard would ever speak in August, although he hoped his fellow followers of Thelma would be on hand to help usher in the new

aon he had started. Jack had been deeply embarrassed by Hubbard's betrayal and formally resigned from the OTO not long after. He and Cameron left ten zero three Orange Grove Avenue for good. In October, the couple were married, and though Parsons was convinced that Babylon would manifest, she remained elusive. In need again of work, Jack took a break from magic and focused instead on re establishing his career for the next few years, drifting from one consultancy job to another.

He was hampered in nineteen forty eight after losing his National security clearance. At first, he assumed it was down to his involvement with the ODO, but it was another witch hunt that had done for him. Though Parsons did indeed have an FBI file full of references to his involvement in a shadowy sex cult. His clearance had in fact been revoked due to his apparent fraternizing with communists.

Unlike many of his contemporaries, Parsons was lucky only to lose his security clearance, which was later reinstated then revoked again after he was caught stealing plans from the Hughes Aircraft Company, where he had recently been working. Inspired by his friend Herbert Rosenfeldt, Jack had been hoping to reignite his career in rocketry in the newly formed state of Israel before he was caught trying to pass the plans

off to Rosenfeldt. In September nineteen fifty one, Jack and Cameron, who had been living alone in Mexico, moved into ten seventy one and a half South Orange Grove Avenue, barely a stone's throw from the former a Gape Lodge. Their apartments were located above a large laundry room on the ground floor, which Jack promptly turned into a working lab. Since getting married, Jack and Cameron's relationship had not been quite as harmonious as might have once been promised, but

they were now determined to make it work. Having settled again in Pasadena and Reinvigorated by Cameron's return, it wasn't long before Jack was once again dabbling in his sacred magic, and soon he and Cameron were establishing their bohemian reputations, hosting parties long into the night. But when Jack's security clearance is formally revoked in January, he and Cameron make

plans to take an extended leave from the States. By June, the couple had wrapped up their various affairs and moved into four to four, a royal terrace with Jack's mother, Ruth, with the intention of traveling on to Mexico soon after. On the morning of the seventeenth, with the couple's luggage lining the corridors of the house, Jack receives a request to mix a quick explosive device for a movie special

effects company he had been working for. Grateful for the extra cash, Jack headed over to the lab at ten seventy one and a half South Orange Grove and got to work. In the meantime, Cameron headed out to the local grocery store to get some last minute supplies for the journey. Cameron had just exited the store when she heard two huge explosions coming from the direction of Orange Grove Avenue that were followed by a black plume of smoke rising into the air at ten seventy one and

a half south Orange Grove. Lodgers Gregg Gancy and Martin for Shog had both been upstairs when the explosion tore through the house. Racing to the laundry room, they found themselves staring straight out into the open air, the three

opposite walls having been completely obliterated. Dust clouds and smoke were lifting into the sky as reams of shredded paper covered in strange symbols flapped about the room, and just audible from somewhere amidst the rubble, the pained groans of a man spotting a pool of blood under an upturned bath tub. Gregg pulled it from the wall and gasped in horror. Jack's right arm had been completely torn off

and his leg bones shattered to pieces. One half of his face had been ripped apart, revealing his jaw and teeth, and out of the other side an eye. Desperately pleading with Gregg for help. By the time Cameron makes it to the hospital, it is too late. The thirty seven year old Jack Parsons is already dead. Later that evening, Jack's mother, Ruth, is informed of her only son's death. Driven to a state of mania by the news, a

friend is despatched to fetch her some sedatives. After successfully calming Ruth down, the friend heads to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. By the time she returns, Ruth is slumped in a chair and rapidly losing consciousness, the empty bottle of pills on the floor beside her.

By nine p m. She too will be dead. A number of theories will emerge as to the cause of Jack Parson's death, with one friend declaring, like all great alchemists, he had been attempting to create a homunculus when something went terribly wrong. A more sober account suggests that Parsons, who had often trod a reckless line with his handling of chemicals, had been mixing fulminate of mercury in a coffee tin when he had dropped it, causing a catastrophic explosion.

Cameron will later allege that the explosion had been caused by something under the floor, suggesting Parsons, who as a fresh faced twenty three year old, had acted as an expert witness in an lapd corruption case may have been assassinated,

although Jack would not live to see it. On July twentieth, nineteen sixty nine, the dream that had started it all off was finally realized when Nassa's Apollo eleven lunar module, powered by rockets developed at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory using techniques invented by Parsons, touched down on the Moon, and in nineteen seventy two, the International Astronomical Union named a crater on the dark side of the Moon in honor of the often forgotten genius of rocket science and what

then of Babylon. Though Jack himself had given up hope that the intended results of his working would ever come to be writing in an essay titled Black Circuit Code for the Numbers to Come, Cultural theorist Amy Ireland makes a startling observation. Back in nineteen forty eight, Parsons had carried out a ritual known as the Oath of the Abyss.

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