Golden Dawn, the breakfast of ambivalence
I remember reading a quote about MacGregor Mathers, something to the effect that he claimed to be a Scots noble from the clan of Macgregor, all of which was untrue. I am not surprised to see that googling his name now produces a highly sanitized set of biographies on the first page or two. Everywhere I go on the net, when my inclination is primarily spiritual or spiritualist, as soon as I shuffle down through the first few leaves, I’m likely to find – not necessarily something substantial – but a peculiar odor, a peculiar fragrance that suggests the presence of his leavings. And further study commonly uncovers a trademark. I could say that what fascinates me is how often the trademark is remote and hidden, or only appears in some vague or tangential form. But, of course, the practitioner can insist, just as the biographers of Mathers insist about his dissembling, that this is simply a sign of the first rule of ‘the craft’. But since the trademark is more commonly like a watermark, hidden in a page that claims to be scholarly or represent some formal and obviously institutional presence, I find that the deception verges on that impolite concept, namely, fraud.
I have to acknowledge my debt to the Golden Dawn. G. R. S. Meade undoubtedly helped point me toward gnosticism, with his scholarly work in that direction. And, of course, I can claim an initiatory succession in the poetry, precisely. Ezra Pound studied with W. B. Yeats, who of course was thick in the early Dawn. I had a fellow poet and friend, whose work I still honor, who was a light if not a mentor to me, when I was still young in the craft. He focused on Lowell, who studied with Pound. My friend studied briefly with Lowell, and when he returned, I experienced a profound connection through the line, fully opening the lineage to me, as poets. But I am willing to share that lineage publicly. Granted that being a poet is something that only a true poet would understand. And while there are in fact a great many writers with strong poetic voices, writers who should be recognized and subsidized as poets in their communities – in an ideal society – at the same time, John Berryman’s assertion that all genuine poets are friends, ‘because there are so few of us’, is also true.
And I have to acknowledge that the Golden Dawn helped keep the occult or spiritualist influence alive in a time of pervasive and even overwhelming anti-spiritualism. But if it had not been the Golden Dawn, it would have been some other movement or group of movements. Spiritualism does not require any particular organization.
As a consequence, the purveyors of the modern occultism grounded in the Golden Dawn – which often presents itself in guises other than occultism – is nevertheless founded on the specific occultist eclecticism of a hundred years ago. In almost all of the areas under consideration, our understanding has changed and developed in profound and often radical ways. Nor would a contemporary spiritualist or spiritualist group, beginning from scratch today, assemble a practice from the same pieces and in the same order or proportions. The Golden Dawn is a portrait of a time, and needs to be laid to rest. Claims to lineage from the Dawn as authority should not only be suspect, they should be invalidating.
There is also the general problem of spirit itself. In a sense, spirit has no form. And in a sense, any form is grounded in spirit. Spiritualism is ultimately about where we are coming from, because, as an ‘object’, spirit is ineffable. Therefore, the power of spirit resides in the ‘interface’, that is, in the natural ‘boundaries’ between one’s given world and the ‘region’ of ‘pure spirit’. But these ‘boundaries’ are not different from vocational structure. Any prolonged and appropriate practice of a ‘craft’, that is, of any serious vocation, can lead not only to spiritual grasp, but also to a substantive body of spiritual understanding, through which ‘initiations’ become possible.


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