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Inset are the lyrics to “Mr. Crowley”, Ozzy Osborne’s most popular, or infamous work, depending on your anal retentiveness. The “maidens call” I would assume is a reference to the Whore of Babylon, in the end times; the Apocalypse. After all, Crowley called himself the Beast of the Apocalypse and signed all of his letters 666 (the number has a Masonic value, incidentally, and Crowley was a 33rd degree Scottish Rite mason). The white horse is heroin. Horse is slang for heroin. Crowley was an addict so tolerant of the drug after years of abuse he died taking ten times the fatal amount for most men. It had occurred to me that just about everything involving the major glorification of, or even perceived glorification of occultist/Satanist Aleister Crowley, ended badly.
All three bodies were burned beyond recognition, and were identified by dental records. It was later revealed in an autopsy that the pilot, Andrew Aycock, showed traces of cocaine in his system at the time; Randy Rhoads’ toxicology test revealed only nicotine.
Mr. Crowley, what went down in your head (Oh) Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead
Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all those people with magic (Yeah) You waited on Satan’s call
Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure
Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred, manifest on this earth (Oh)
Conceived in the eye of a secret Yeah, they scattered the afterbirth Mr. Crowley, won’t you ride my white horse?
Mr. Crowley, it’s symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that maidens call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall
Was it polemically sent? I wanna know what you meant I wanna know I wanna know what you meant, yeah!
Crowley claimed to have written the “The Book of the Law” while channeling the Templar demon Baphomet. Awash with Egyptian mysticism, it was the true precursor to Ayn Rand. “Do as thou wilt,” Crowley often said, “shall be the whole of the law.” When not ranting about his hawk’s head pecking out the eyes of Jesus as he hangs on the cross, or Mary Inviolate being torn up on wheels, or sacrificing children, or mocking kings with the argument that ‘Compassion is the vice of Kings” you can at least give him credit for staying on message. Non-Satan worshipping people are ripe for plunder, killing; careful attention to ritual, blood sacrifice, particularly human sacrifice, is prerequisite to the attraction of demons ready to do your bidding. Ironically, it is the same model of religious intolerance we pass off as innocent today.
“Oh. You’re not a Christian, but a Muslim? Then I will redeem my God, the Lord Jesus and Prince of Peace. I will redeem myself and nation. I will bomb your cities and take your land, because compassion is the vice of kings.” Oh, you’re not a Jew? You’re a Muslim? I will redeem my God, myself and nation. I will bomb your cities and take your land, because compassion is the vice of kings.” “Oh. You’re not a Muslim? you’re a Judeo-Christian crusader and infidel? will redeem myself and nation. I will bomb your cities and take your land, and if the latter is not possible, I will kill your children, because compassion is the vice of kings.”
He was a mentor of L. Ron Hubbard, the latter an occultist and plagiarist who tea-bagged the curse of Scientology into the sleeping face of humanity. Like Crowley, Hubbard died addicted to drugs and bat shit crazy (more so, if it was possible). But in the late 60s, Hubbard was encouraging Scientologists to read his “personal friend” Crowley’s satanic works if they were to become “clear” and advance into higher levers of the cult. In fact, here’s an audio clip of him doing just that…
- L. Ron Hubbard discusses his personal friend Aleister Crowley.
Randy Rhoades, perhaps inadvertently, became synonymous with the revival of Aleister Crowley. But this time, everyone was listening, not just a a few Scientolotwits who doled out their life savings to Sea Org.
What happened to Randy Rhoades though? Here’s the relevant clip from Wikipedia:
Randy Rhoads’ last show was played on Thursday March 18, 1982 at the Knoxville Civic Coliseum in Knoxville, Tennessee. On March 19, 1982, the band was headed to a festival in Orlando, Florida.
After driving much of the night, they stopped on the property belonging to Jerry Calhoun, owner of “Florida Coach”, in Leesburg, Florida. On it, there was a small airstrip lined with small helicopters and planes, and two houses. One belonged to the tour bus driver, Andrew Aycock, and the other was owned by Calhoun. Aycock talked the band’s keyboardist, Don Airey, into taking a test flight in a ’55 Beechcraft Bonanza F-35. By some accounts the manager, Jake Duncan, was also on this first flight. The joyride ended, and the plane landed safely. Then Aycock took Rhoads and hairdresser/seamstress Rachel Youngblood on another flight. Airey persuaded Rhoads to go on the second flight, despite his fear of flying. Rhoads apparently agreed to go for two reasons: the seamstress had a heart condition so Aycock agreed to do nothing risky; also, Rhoads wanted to take an aerial photo as one of his hobbies was photography.
During the second flight, attempts were made to “buzz” the tour bus where the other band members were sleeping. They succeeded twice, but the third attempt was botched. The left wing clipped the back side of the tour bus, tore the fiberglass roof then sent the plane spiraling. The plane severed the top of a pine tree and crashed into the garage of a nearby mansion, bursting into flames. Rhoads was killed instantly, as were Aycock, 36, and Youngblood, 58. All three bodies were burned beyond recognition, and were identified by dental records. It was later revealed in an autopsy that Aycock’s system showed traces of cocaine at the time; Rhoads’ toxicology test revealed only nicotine. The NTSB investigation also determined that Aycock’s medical certificate had expired and that the biannual flight review required for all pilots was overdue.
Buzzing a tour bus while high on coke. Oh that Andrew Aycock! He was a cock alright. Just add “sucker” to the surname and it completes his occupational description.