The Fools Of Men
"For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little;
what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones." Liber al vel Legis 1:31
When the Egyptian priest Ankh-af-na-khonsu participated in a holy ritual, sacrificing his physical
body to magickally project himself into the distant future with the message in this book, he performed an act of unconditional
love.
The question: for whom did he make his sacrifice?
Was it for the millions who compete for money so they can indulge themselves with new cars, new
shoes, and an expensive new house in the suburbs?
Or the uneducated masses that breed like animals, live in squalor, scrounge for their daily sustenance,
and blame the rest of the world for their condition?
Or was it for the opulent rich, who flaunt their wealth with many mansions, a fleet of luxury automobiles,
a life of self-indulgence, and a complete disregard for the beggars on the street, or the dying planet.
He sacrificed for none of the above. Ankh-af-na-khonsu made his magickal journey to reach a select
few. They are, as Nuit described them, "my chosen ones." They are a remnant of souls existing during
this dark hour of the world, especially sent here to do one job. That job is to survive the looming apocalypse, rebuild Eden
and restart the human race.
The numbers of the chosen are few. Aaron C. Donahue estimates 144,000. I think he chose that figure
because it is the number of people remaining on the planet, working as special messengers, during the end-times apocalyptic
events described in the Book of Revelation. He calculates that it will take about that many people to offer enough of a genetic
variation to get the human race started again.
There was a time for the choosing.
There are now two classifications of people in the world:
There are those awake to reality, anxious to gather with others of their own kind, and receptive
to ideas that challenge the social belief systems shoved down the throats of the masses.
And there are the glassy-eyed, flag-waving, beer-drinking, football rooting, pickup truck driving,
mall shopping and church going dolts whom Nuit refers to as "fools of men" who are "balanced
by weak joys."
Indeed, they find joy in materialism, in over indulgence, narcotics and copulating for personal
pleasures. They are molded by social mores to accept as truth all that their government or religious leaders tell them. They
are content with conforming to the expectations of the society in which they live. And they are easily molded by clever advertising
schemes to buy a certain brand of soap and follow a certain political leader into war.
There is a time for separation. Nuit instructs: "For these fools of men and
their woes care not thou at all."
The companion verses 31 and 32 in Chapter 2 belittle contemporary thinking based on our own tunnel
realities: "If Power asks why, then is Power weakness. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite
and unknown; and all their words are skew-wise."
We are expected to prepare our minds, our bodies, and our larders for the hard times ahead.
And when we are safely fortified, and the others come crawling to our door like crickets at the end of a long fruitful summer,
we will have no heart for them,
"Care not thou at all."
Copyright - James Donahue
