Golden Dawns Occult Adventures (part 1) Crowleys Announcement.

The night was cold and still on the shores of Loch Ness - the year 1940 -something (so secret even I am not sure what the date was). It was a full moon and a distant scream could be heard from somewhere far away, echoing throughout the Loch.  Upon the banks and braes stood Boleskine house, dwelling of occultist Aleister Crowley. It was not what you would expect, not an enormous castle nor vampirish in its architecture, but a simple little white Scottish building on one level.

This particular night was a special eve, as Crowley had invited several people who's identity was uncertain to his abode for a big announcement.  They all arrived at once, each one wearing a hooded red robe to conceal his or her identity.  Chanting an unspecific chant, they wafted incense around like monks do when entering a church. To them this was special for this was Crowley's actual house which the great occultist had for purposes of the great work, turned into a temple complete with illustrations and a big black obsidian cube right in the centre of the parlour.  Candles burned brightly safely tucked into their sticks and the mood was set. There was a podium where the master was to stand, at either end lit with lamps, the curtain behind the podium a deep red for effect. 

Crowley in his magnificence, wearing his robes with a crown upon his perfect head and a golden cross upon his chest, entered the room and there was a hushed silence.  They all faced him in awe and each one sat down on the black polished floor as he took his place at the podium.  He removed his hood and glanced around at the gathering of the fraternity.

"Bwothers and Sisters..." Began the Great Master, trying to hide his most obvious lisp - the inability to pronounce 'R' properly. "I have gathered you here this eve, to announce that I Aleister Cwowley... "  The Master was interrupted by an almost inaudible titter somewhere on the left, he glanced over, an evil gut wrenching glance that would as soon kill a man... but he continued...

"I Aleister Cwowley have discovered a way to twavel thwough time and space, a way that will make our kind survive fowever..."  Another titter interrupted his great speech. Crowley unimpressed by the lack of intelligence and display of complete and utter selfish arrogance from the individual took his wand and pointed it at the offender. Uttering some Enochian words nobody could understand, Crowley made the wand emit some disastrous electrical bolt which shocked almost everybody in that particular side of the room. There were squeals and screams.

"Aw no fair!" Grumbled the offender and took down the hood of  his robe. Samuel Liddel MacGregor Mathers stood in mock prose of the Great Master and lit a pipe.  "Honestly Crowley why all the cafuffle.. and whats with the lightening bolts?" He said puffing on his pipe and looking altogether a pompous git. He paused and smiled through his overbearing moustache "And a particularly drab display of wizardry! A trick old bean,one I taught you myself I shouldn't wonder" Continued Mathers. 

"Oh its you is it?" Growled the beast practically smouldering from his podium. "Did I invite you...?  Charlatan!" He hissed, eyes narrowing on Mathers.

"No but I came along anyway" Retorted Mathers with an equally evil gaze.  "Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about... not much that I can see.. and you still have that lisp!"

"Stop making fun of my lisp!!!" Roared Crowley sending more lightening bolts from his wand which did no more than slightly singe Mathers imposing moustache.  "Ouch..." Was all he said in reply. 

One of the others stood up and removed her hood and stood hands on hips, Ms Dion Fortune, writer extraordinaire and greatest female occulist ever.  "Now look here!" She shouted indignantly at the two little boy Magi who seemed to do nothing but fight each other.  "I've had just about enough of you two arguing over stuff alright?"  She continued making both men look decidedly sheepish "We came here to hear a great announcement, and not only that Crowley promised us we could see the Loch Ness monster!"

As she spoke others nodded in agreement and mumbled things etc that they were looking forward to the promised tour of Loch Ness.  "I take it by Loch Ness Monster you mean this vile creature here!" Grumbled Mathers still smoking his pipe.

Crowley stamped his foot and ordered everyone to shut up and sit down and listen.  "Das ist Nicht Gut!" he let slip, showing a mad raving side of himself that no one had hardly ever seen. Those German words made everybody shut up. Mathers looked aghast and sat down immediately as did Ms Fortune.  "Mein Fuhrer.. " She mumbled, trembling a little.

"Right!" Screamed Crowley in an almost German accent which he later passed off as a kind of Scottish accent. "Bwothers and Sisters of the occult!  I Aleister Cwowley have devised a way to travel through time and space, possessing bodies of other people temporarily in order to see life from the future and the past.  And with that he stuck his tongue out and gave a finger sign to Mathers who pouted and folded his arms in disgust at Crowleys far better display of power. Continuing his speech Crowley took from under the podium a giant black leather bound book with a five pointed star embossed on the front of it.  "How many of you want to try my magick?"  He asked... there was no answer but nobody left the room. Each person petrified of Crowley, and thinking they better do like what they are told, lest the man before them be actually Mr Hitler himself. Could it be?



To be continued....