Chemical Wedding

rip by warlock

( rock music playing )

How happy is the human soul?

Not enslaved by dull control

Left to dream and roam and play

shed the guilt of former days

Walking on the foggy shore

Watch the waves come rolling home

Through the veil of pale moonlight

My shadow stretches out its hand

And so we lay

We lay in the same grave

Our chemical wedding day

And so we lay

We lay in the same grave

Our chemical wedding day.

( clock ticking )

( big band music playing )

Children have you ever met

The bogie man before?

No, of course you haven't

For you're much too good I'm sure

Don't you be afraid of him

If he should visit you

He's a great big coward

so I'll tell you what to do

Hush hush hush

Here comes the bogie man

Don't let him come

too close to you

He'll catch you if he can

When the shadows of the evening

Creep across the sky

And your mommy comes upstairs

To sing a lullaby

Tell her that the bogie man

No longer frightens you

Uncle Henry's very kindly

Told you what to do

Hush hush hush

Here comes the bogie man

Don't let him come too close to you

He'll catch you if he can

Just pretend

your teddy bear's a dog

Then shout out,

"Fetch him, Teddy!"

And he'll hop off like a frog

say "Meow"

Pretend that you're a cat

He'll think you may scratch him...

I can't wait to meet

the wickedest man in the world.

Alex, you promised

to behave yourself.

But does that mean

I have to be good or bad?

Don't play games, Alex.

He's powerful

and dangerous if you cross him.

Here's one way

to catch him without fail...

- ( doorbell rings )

- Keep a little salt with you...

Oh, symonds.

And put it on his tail.

You know your way up.

Oh, take the post up, will you?

Come on, symonds,

look at this dump.

He's the forgotten man of magic.

Not so forgotten.

He still gets post

from followers in America.

One born every minute.

( knocks )

Mr. Crowley?

"Do what thou wilt

shall be the whole of the Law."

"Love is the law,

Iove under will."

( ticking )

Midday.

I did have to speed

a bit to be on time.

Well done.

Time is important.

How go the studies?

I'm rereading the Bible

in light of what you said.

It's most interesting.

Unfortunately

the last remaining source

of primeval magic.

Who is this?

Alex Lepard, sir.

I'm at Trinity too.

Reading theology

like symonds here?

No, sir-- science.

science?

Ah. The new magic.

( laughs )

Excuse me?

You're no scientist.

You ooze disbelief.

A good ritualized f***

will expand your consciousness,

not to mention

your constricted orifices.

so, symonds,

what have you got for me?

Nothing special--

your newspaper, the post.

Ah. Thank you.

stupid woman.

Ah. Now, symonds...

( coughs )

time is of the essence.

I do want to learn.

No no no, symonds,

that won't do at all.

It won't work

unless you believe in me

right down to your very soul.

I do, sir. It's just there's only three

weeks and I still don't understand.

Ah, yes.

Let's begin at the beginning.

Put that down!

My magical diaries

are not for blind eyes.

They contain every rite,

every sacrament

of sexual magic.

Thank you.

Now...

the oldest and most powerful ritual

comes to us

from Egyptian hieroglyphics.

It's tells of the murder

and betrayal

of Osiris by seth.

seth cut the dead body

into 15 parts

and scattered them

over the land of Egypt.

Isis found most of the pieces,

and using her magic

she fused them together

in resurrection.

But...

she was missing

the phallus.

so...

using a reed

as a substitute phallus

she performed

the wedding rite with Osiris...

and brought forth

a powerful son--

Horus.

It's a non-carnal union.

A virgin birth.

Exactly.

Only four magnificent times

has this rite been performed--

Joshua with the Magdalene,

Abelard with Heloise--

these are the two you know already.

Who were the others?

On Friday, when you return...

alone,

we shall begin your initiation.

I'm not sure I can afford

to come back.

Don't worry, symonds.

This will...

where's the money?

Where's the money?

What?

No.

The head

of our Californian brethren

seems to have fallen

under the spell

of a writer of science fiction.

They invoke my scarlet ritual

to produce

a moonchild.

Moonchild?

What are you going to do?

I shall invoke

such a miraculous illumination...

that Jack Parsons will--

( coughing )

Can I get you anything, sir?

No. No.

Leave me.

I need medication.

What the hell is a moonchild?

A moonchild is an elemental,

a reincarnated soul

in a body created by ritual.

By sexual magic?

It's elemental,

my dear symonds.

The fellow is a perverted nut.

Alex, you're mad.

He's traced back

nine previous lives.

Previous lives?

Ko Hsuan, Count Cagliostro,

Eliphas Levi--

each one fixed by the wedding rite,

what he calls the chemical wedding.

Chemical wedding?

- ( clattering )

- ( glass shatters )

( knocks )

Mr. Crowley.

Mr. Crowley?

Oh my God.

Alex, stay with him.

( ticking )

Mr. Crowley.

I curse the hand

that steals my time.

( groaning )

( ticking )

- He's dead.

- ( thunder crashes )

ticking away

the seconds of my life...

marking triumphs and failures,

Iove and loss

and the long painful path

to self-knowledge.

Then four days ago

he came from Cal Tech.

Four days that would change

the course of our planet.

( bell tolling )

Professor Mathers?

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