These are excellent characteristics in the aspiring adept. But Aquarius has
its murky drift, if you follow me. The fickle dualism of Two can deceive the
most single-minded idealism of youth. You will need my guiding hand.
A small study group meets monthly here—blitzes and blackout permitting!
At present we confine ourselves to reading papers and discussion. For the composition
of the group is heterodox. Many are ex-members of the Inner Light,
Theosophical Society, etc and I fear too many exhibit that aforementioned
enfeeblement ofWill which has enervated occult research in this country.
A youthful face like yours would be warmly welcomed, not only by me, but
also by other youngish aspirants who share my impatience with the old woolly
muddle. Let me tell you now, in absolute confidence, that we are going to
transform all that . . .
The nature of my War Work sometimes takes me away from London. but
you can always write to me here, and should you wish to come down for a
weekend I can accommodate your physical as well as spiritual needs.
I have put this letter in a buff envelope marked OHMS because I know that
college porters are curious folk, particularly in these days and I would not have
you rusticated simply for corresponding with a intelligence which operates on
a higher order of being than the average High Table!
Yours in hopes of future fraternity,
Gerard Quilthorpe.
The Quilthorpe-Firestone Letters. If they’d been boring people like
dogs-bottom Cabinet Ministers or minor literary pricks I’d be famous, I’d be
featured in the quality Sunday review sections, hailed for my dedication, my
scholarship in reconstructing their lives from these scattered fragments. Instead
these papers are scattered on a madhouse bed, I’m hidden in this pasteboard
cubicle—Beddowes behind the next partition snoring through his
nightly cycle of classroom nightmares—all because my wife was a Red Guard.
But thanks to Quilthorpe, Firestone and partners, I know a trick or two.
Like a special ancient Egyptian mantra. It’s too powerful to write down. Even
under the breath, tongued subvocally, its vibes hold back the smaller demons
of the night. So even Beddowes muffles his grubbings and snortings.
They needed each other, these two. Quilthorpe authenticated Firestone,
who fed Quilthorpe’s authority. Quilthorpe. less than a decade older than
Firestone. took the magisterial role, modelled, obviously, on Crowley.
