Metal and The Occult

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Temple Of Gnosis - Mystervm Magnvm (Goathorned Productions)

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Interview with Barry William Hale

The artist William Barry Hale is producing some of the most compelling work in the magickal/occult field. Plenty has been written on his colourful upbringing, and it is not the intent of this piece to re-tell the stories of the experiences that have led him to his current position. Moreover this article focuses on his views on art and ritual, two areas that are deeply connected in his work.

Having been a Thelemite for over twenty years, I ask what led him to this particular path; “I think it pretty much found me, really. I was interested in occultism – I’ve always had a fascination with that kind of thing since I was quite young – and then I stumbled across Crowley, and I pretty much crashed into the O.T.O in a pub.” He laughs as he recollects the memory, adding “And then the next thing I knew I went to a Gnostic Mass then went away for a year or so and read and thought about things. It was kind of interesting because I was really at a stage in my life when, I was involved in a few different things when I was younger.” I interject to ask if this involved ‘witchy-poo’ stuff (a technical term for those unfamiliar with the subject). “Not really witchy stuff. I grew up in the suburbs and was hanging out with old women from the spiritualist churches and the Theosophical Society and people who had their own thing going on; divining for Bach Flower remedies; astral travelling and things like that, and lots of different influences, hanging out with those…mainly those people were very old; I didn’t really know anyone who was young!” He cracks up again – “I was only 14, you know?!”

So what does it actually mean for you, to be a Thelemite? “I think the tenets are fairly clear; the way the O.T.O or Crowley puts it down pretty clearly that his modus operandi is for everyone to discover their true Will and to do it. I kind of resonated with Crowley’s writing and spent a long time in that initiatic tradition and found it very rewarding and I got my stripes, I suppose…”

Like any creative spirit, he tells me that he’s “always been an artist. Since I was young, I’ve always had a pen in my hand, ever since I can remember, I’ve always been an artist…”

I mention that I’ve interviewed a number of Thelemites over the years, and they’re not always cool with the question, but I ask it anyway; what grade are you in? He responds in a diplomatic fashion “It’s not really something that people talk about but I’ve been a Lodge Master, and I’m a Bishop in the O.T.O so can pretty much tell you where I’m at…” - he’s laughing again; bloody magicians! “You can usually work it out by what you’ve done; if you know enough about the system you can pretty much work out where I might be…”

Can you tell me about the sorts of ritual work you do? “I’ve really experimented widely, beginning with the Thelemic corpus of rituals, like a lot of people do when they first get into this sort of stuff, so my early magickal career was pretty much exploring the Thelemic ceremonial magickal tradition and that sort of thing.” He neatly draws the relationship between the rituals of Thelema with the Golden Dawn and Enochian magic, patiently explaining the connections with eastern and western practices; as he puts it “It really gives you an exposure to, or you can get a base, that opens you up into an exploration where you can really go where you want to…I’ve always been fascinated with the mechanics of magick; what makes things work, and I’m quite interested in early grimoires and divers books of spells and various different traditions; I was quite interested in that sort of stuff aside from the more mystically orientated stuff, and so as I tended to go on I tended to move towards more specialised areas that become research and magickal practices that are very unique to yourself – or myself, anyway – and I’ve always had a fairly idiosyncratic approach as well…”

As with other interviews with occultists and magicians, there are pauses as he tries to explain his methods – I have coined this difficulty as an attempt at ‘effing the ineffable’ – it’s pretty hard trying to bring it all down to an intellectual or rational level. “Yeah, I guess I’m not really sure what type of ritual I perform; I suppose I perform rituals that are from the Western esoteric tradition but then a lot of the rituals that I do are kind of informed by the process, so I’ll get information or I’ll get direction on how best something should be done and then I integrate that, so it’s like an ongoing process depending on what I’m doing. A lot of my ritual [work] might be an operation which is based on research to a particular magical system or aspect of a magical system. One example might be an investigation of the Enochian magical alphabet, something like that.”

Do you incorporate visual art in to your rituals easily - is it something that you feel is the thing to do, for you? “Yeah, definitely. I think the ritual magick tradition – the first thing you think about is the magickal circle – or a ‘triangle of the art’ where a spirit is supposed to manifest and various other sorts of altars; magickal sigils; you’re building up an aesthetic…”

Would you agree that there’s a degree of theatrics involved? “I’m sure there is; when you look at the core of it, each of the senses are basically stimulated to get you in to a higher state of consciousness so you’re always using visual aids, and also I think it’s very important one. Obviously you can do it with your eyes shut, and to perform a ritual astrally, and a lot of times that’s the aim; to perform it in your astral body, then the actual ritual space that you’ve constructed, and you’ve constructed each time and made and built and seen so many times, becomes very cemented when you have to imagine it or build it in your astral vision. So in another way, that’s another way of looking at it. But I think there’s a strong aesthetic component to my stuff because I love any kind of artistic expression; the thing about religions and very different spiritual forms is that they all have a visual element or an inspired kind of an aesthetic that seems to be a signature from of the inspiration they get from their own traditions. I think it’s an important component. You know the drawings of magickal talismans? There’s a magickal functionality to them, they’re designed to attract a particular force to a particular object…”

Was this the purpose of jewellery that accompanied your Legion 49 work? “There was a talismanic object that came from a piece of artwork that I was working; a Japanese jewellers  contacted me; they do jewellery and they also do stuff where they work with reconstructing Shinto statues and stuff like that so their metal-work is really connected with scared objects that are used in the Shinto tradition, and they also have a great interest in western magic so that was just a beautiful collaboration that came out of that…” Sadly I was too poor to afford one of them – perhaps next time…

When incorporating art into your ritual-work, is there a particular format or process that you go through when selecting work? “When I build up a ritual space, I usually do that from scratch every time; I’ll build up a magickal circle or a space that represents the manifestation of a particular spirit – I think the thing to remember is that the function of art, the function that it takes within the ritual – it’s more than just creating a sense of drama or an aesthetic drama, it has a functional and that’s usually to create a magickal demarcation of a space that you’re working in, which becomes a sacred space - or another space where it’s to constrain a conjuration of a spirit, and if it’s not constrained then you’re not working effectively.” He also adds that all manner of mischief can occur as a result of unconstrained spirits. I suspect anyone who practices can identify with that.

“So in a sense , when people see that stuff; they might see it in a movie or they might see a picture and they might think ‘this is a dramatic kind of thing’ – and there is a tradition of dramatic ritual in the western tradition – but it’s important to remember, well, when I’m doing it, they’re [the artworks] ephemeral; they’re usually destroyed or remade each time, and they’ll be constructed from scratch each time I do a particular ritual, or they might change over a period of time. So the construction of the ritual space or the aesthetic space, which is a magickal space, is an integral part of the magickal work itself, and so as you learn more mysteries about what you might be working with are revealed, you refine it, it becomes more refined so everything becomes a more finely attuned vehicle to have the effect or to maintain a communication or whatever your particular magickal operation is about, so it’s refined and it transforms. And in the actual making of it, you often find that you’ll make different aesthetic decisions and you’ll be getting information regarding ‘it should be this way’ and I think that goes equally, there are other magical augmentations; people might build an altar that is a space of worship or something like that, to a particular aspect of divinity or whatever, or they might construct a container for an elemental to be housed. For me, the art is sometimes produced during the ritual itself so I might not have a signature of a particular spirit that I might want to work with, and during the ritual I might want to get the actual sigil or signature of the spirit so I can then better call that spirit again, so it’s a magickal glyph that serves as a connection to be able to call forth that [spirit]. And in another way, you can look at Voudon veves, they basically become a mouth of the loa so they’re fed, they’re a point of ingress – or egress – they’re a gateway. And I think there’s also been times when the inspiration from the ritual itself has sort of fuelled my artistic expression and I’ve started making art or drawing on the ground and stuff like that, and that activity, so sometimes it will be about getting a spiritual sigil but other times, in those particular instances – it’s happened on a number of occasions – the act of drawing, that becomes the actual battery that keeps me in that particular space or in communication with that particular spirit.” We have limited time for the interview and he notes “There are so many aspects of how art functions or how I would use art in a ritual space so it’s hard to cover it all…”

Is there a distinction for you between the work you produce in a ritual setting and (for want of a better term) ‘every day’ art? “For me, all of my art is either a direct result of my ritual and magickal practice or research and investigation, so that all of the art that I do produce emerges from those concerns or the practice itself. Something that I might draw on the ground or something that I might articulate, kind of like a sigilic spell or sigilic composition or something; a talisman or I might use a ritual space where I kind of gird myself or wind myself around, magickal symbols and stuff, but then I might do that again on a canvas or a piece of glass or whatever that might be. I suppose it’s like using different tools to produce it, so I might paint it…is there a distinction? Well, yeah, there is; I suppose that some of the art I would make in ritual space is ephemeral; it might be captured with a photograph or film – or it might not at all. But where it doesn’t become ephemeral, is that I will incorporate those considerations into other art. I might paint that – it might be a slightly different version – or I might make a sculpture with a basis of something from that, so it informs my aesthetic art-making process directly – it might be presented in a different forum, like I might have an art exhibition that’s basically been inspired by, or come out of, a particular magickal working or something that I’ve researched or done stuff with over a period of time.”

So you get to witness the evolution of an artwork or sigil from conception through inspiration to completion? “Yeah, sure – if it’s a spirit signature then usually it’s exactly the same, if it’s sigilic writing or creating something or if I’m doing stuff with the Enochian alphabet or creating I’ll do it different every time. Sometimes I’ll essentially be doing the same thing over and over again but the way it comes out is totally different, every time…”

Some of Barry’s work is currently in the Fulgur Esoterica I:MAGE show in London; sadly neither of us is able to make it across the water to see it. We get into a bit of a discussion about the Crowley/Palermo exhibition and the Traces of Sacred exhibition at the Pompidou in Paris, which as Barry points out “was shown at Buratti Fine Arts in Perth.” I should pimp the fact that Barry is also represented by Buratti and Fulgur, and in order to accomplish that I leave you with Barry’s final words: “And that show’s coming to Sydney in November and NOKO [another project which Barry is involved with]is going to do some performance and I’m going to have a few works in the Recreating The Abbey, and then there’s the S H Ervin Gallery, which is going to be the big show; Windows to the Sacred – it’s gonna be a major show…” My advice? Be there or be slightly rectangular.

It was a pleasure talking to you, Mr Hale. 

All images supplied by the artist.

Pop Smellers and the Spine of the Earth - Part 3

Pop Smellers and the Spine of the Earth
Part 3

A rather harassed looking man stepped out of the lift, and after glancing around the lobby, headed over to where I was sitting. He wore a white shirt with thin blue lines running vertically up (and strangely enough; down) the front, yet the sleeves and back of the garment were punctuated with horizontal stripes. The collar was a darker blue, and the buttons were red. He wore a tie of yellow; it was tied with a fat knot, and was several shades lighter than his trousers, which, by the way, were perfectly ironed. I reckoned that one could quite easily cut oneself on the creases. Red socks peeped out from dark burgundy shoes; perhaps leather; perhaps not. I could not be sure from where I sat. Having assessed his fashion sense, I awaited his arrival; I noted that apart from being a walking colour explosion, he was probably gay for he walked with a grace that the average heterosexual male was incapable of. He half-minced, half-floated down the steps to the seating area where I was still reading the latest news on meat prices and restaurant reviews. I pretended that I hadn’t noticed him but I suspected he was aware of this. He now stood in front of me and was clearing his throat, preparing to speak. I beat him to it. “Do you like meat?” His eyes lit up and for a split second lust registered in his eyes. I was correct about his gay-ness. His gaze dropped to the magazine and he realised I was referring to animal flesh, not man-sex. He was disappointed and he tried to hide it, replying in a quavering voice that he didn’t eat meat and was strictly a soy-bean sausage kind of a guy. “But meat is good; all soft and juicy. Bacon. Chops. Come on! Surely you must like some kind of meat?” Innuendo is good.
“No. I’m a vegetarian.” Looking at him, this was easy to believe. He was thin and pasty looking; his appearance bordered on that of a terminally ill cancer patient. Even if I was gay, I don’t think I’d have banged this fellow.
“Why? Moral, religious, or health?”
“I beg your pardon?” He was confused. Confusion is good.
“Are you a vegetarian for moral, religious or health reasons?”
“Oh, I see. None. I just don’t like the taste.”
“What?!” I exclaimed. This made him even more uncomfortable, and I took a perverse pleasure in this because I could tell what was coming next. “How can you not like the flesh of the beasts? Pig. Cow. Deer. Chicken. What about chicken?”
“What do you mean; chicken? I’m a vegetarian. I don’t eat meat. Full stop. That’s it. No meat. Do you get it?!” He was upset now. Upset is good. Confused and upset are good. His face was pink and sweaty. For the final assault I stood up, and we were face to face, even though he was a good few inches shorter than myself. “But some vegetarians eat chicken. They don’t eat red meat but they love a bit of chicken. Some even eat fish…can you believe that?”
He visibly buckled with a quiet “Oh…”
“So you do eat fish then?”
“Yes.” His reply was but a whisper.
I pushed home my advantage and asked “Since when have fish been considered vegetables?”
“I suppose they haven’t.”, and as an after thought he added “Ever.”.
“Well, some Buddhists consider fish to be sea vegetables, and I’ve even heard of some Buddhists calling different meats by the names of vegetables, just so they can appear pious and eat the poor little meat-beasts. You might want to think about calling ‘beef’ something else; how about ‘eggplant’? You can go into a steak house and order a steak but call it an aubergine. Or maybe order a piece of cod but call it a sea vegetable? You can use that excuse next time someone gets your goat about the whole fish/vegetarian issue.” He looked at me with gratitude.
“Thank you.” he whispered. “Can I suck your cock?”
“No.”
He looked as if he’d just run a marathon and was all shaky and trembling.
“Sit down. Give me my letter. Get yourself together and then go back upstairs and have a nice herbal tea. I’d recommend Lavender & Cactus Fat.”
He sunk into the chair I’d previously occupied and was about to give me the letter he’d been carrying; he was staring off into space when his gaze returned to me. As he passed me the envelope, he asked limply “You are Pop Smellers?”
I took the letter and replied “Of course.”
Then I walked out. It would have been a very stylish exit but then I returned to collect my coat. Then I walked out again; into the cold, hard rain.
It was nice.
I headed for the last bastion of reason and civility; the nearest pub.
The glass panelled doors swung open with a crash, heavy wood on wood, wall on door, and door on wall. It was quiet in the bar and there were few drinkers left at this time of day. One of the reasons that I love to frequent drinking establishments at this particular hour of the day is that half past two is a mysterious time. It’s generally too late for your average lunch-time crowd but too early for the after work boozers, so it’s only the serious drinker, or flexi-time fellow, that lurks over his, or her, alcoholic refreshment. I cast a quick eye around the place, on the off chance of some-one that I knew being there, but as luck may, or may not have it, I recognised no-one. Stepping inside the joint, I gave myself a brisk dog-like shake to remove excess moisture and flung my coat over a chair at a vacant table, and then I headed to the bar for a stiff drink.
The bar, much like the pub itself, was a long, solid affair of wood and steel; it reminded me of the sad fact that many of our traditional imbibing emporiums have become victim to the insane designs of fashionable interiors that, and I quote “…cater to the younger market yet reflect that indescribable atmosphere of the traditional pub.”. I had been involved with several pub ventures over the years, and I always found that the words ‘conceptual’ and ‘pub’ went together as well as ‘fart’ and ‘packed dinner table with royalty’. Having had experience with both, I long ago decided to withdraw from the whole thing; both farting within whiffing distance of the Queen (or is that The Queen?) and being involved, in a business sense, with pubs. In almost all my involvement with pubs, and indeed life itself, I have found that being served is better than serving. There’s lesson in there, but I’m buggered if I can be bothered to find it.
“Hello” I said to the barman. He was agog. Obviously he was not used to being greeted prior to having an order placed within his capable hands.
“Hello” he replied, and then he followed up with “What can I get you?” entwined in a rather false smile. Recalling my last encounter with the poof, and how mean I had been, I decided not to abuse my position. Ooer! Double entendres; how I love them. I managed to order a pint of Witchspotter Ale without being sarcastic and then I retreated to my table and the mysterious letter. Actually, it was not that mysterious because; firstly I knew that Mr Zagley’s letter would say very little that I could understand, and secondly; I knew he would not meet me today because he’d previously sent me letters via a slinking poofter when he’d been unable to meet me. In fact, he’d done this five times before but he always paid me, regardless of whether I met with him or not. I liked that. Thirdly, and finally, I am often subject to terrible fits of outrageous madness that leave me questioning, and thus confirming my lack of, sanity. Perhaps this is due to the excesses of drug taking in my youth. I don’t know.
But anyway…
The letter, like its brothers & sisters, was in a sealed yellow envelope, with my name typed exactly in the centre. No mailing address, no interesting details for me to use my detective skills on. Nothing. I knew it would state the same business as all the previous ones;
Dear Mr Smellers,
Can’t meet today but must talk to you about a very interesting job. Will call soon. Yours Mr Zagley.
And that would be it. However, upon opening the letter, I discovered that I was wrong…very wrong…very, very wrong.
The pages inside had obviously been torn from a journal of some sort, and the writing was erratic, as if written in a hurry: