Hail to our Sovereign Lord the Grand Master 77 Degree B.P.
Blessed be his right hand The Architect, his left hand The Scribe
Blessed be his right foot The General, his left foot The Mason
Blessed be his head The Pyramid, his base The Pedo
Blessed be, Baden Powell, Baden Powell,
Baden Powell, Baden Powell,
Baden Powell, Baden Powell...
I gest! But it is not too far from the truth.
(*Vajra Phurba Shunyata* Shunyata Shanti Shanti Shanti*)
The Boy Scouts are rich with ceremonial proceedings; one could easily recognize possible Masonic elements within the usual Boy Scout evening. Saying that, one can actually see such strange ceremony in most military uniforms.
This is not a rant about Boy Scouts but rather a call to awakening; an awakening into the Magick of Boy Scout practice.
I am forever grateful for the skills I learnt as a Boy Scout, especially now as I enter into the realm of magick; I remember such traits as knot-craft, survival skills, social rapport, respect and authoritative responsibility, first-hand experience with the elements, emergency ingenuity and so forth.
The Boy Scouts take their practice seriously, it is no easy feat to accomplish some tasks set out towards the fulfillment of the Scout goal - to be of complete service.
Indeed, the Boy Scout tradition is ultimately a preparation of the young individual for the obstacles of life - even though there are actual obstacles in Boy Scout training, these reflect quickly as useful traits in the fluctuating obstacle course of life.
Okay, I will admit, I found many of the little quaint intricacies of Boy Scouting foolish and wimpish, i.e. much of the pomp and circumstance is really just that - plenty of bells and whistles to keep old poofs giddy.
My request is to keep the Boy Scouts hard edged and humored. I guess it has a lot to do with the Scout troop I grew up with. My superiors did not take any shit from snot-nosed little rants, we were taught the hard way to face our obstacles... I will not go into detail here. I will say this, we were told 'War Stories' that were horrifying enough to give young boys 'Bomb Shock'.
This is something they do not tell in the Scouts (as I am sure they themselves do not even know), that we were being schooled in old magick. Learning formal rituals, advancing up ranks and hierachies, practicing various gestures (left hand shake right hand salute), tying intricate knots, and wearing a unique set of insignia through various achievements.
The Boy Scouts, one could say, is right up there with the Freemasons, the Lions, the Round Table as lovely social charitable groups for aging men (except that for the factor of the members being young boys) but they do share a common ground in their ritual proceedings. The Boy Scouts also share a rich history of ceremony wielded in ancient proceedings.
I am curious as to what magick I had opened myself towards in the Boy Scouts; I will continue to reflect on this.
Blessed be his right hand The Architect, his left hand The Scribe
Blessed be his right foot The General, his left foot The Mason
Blessed be his head The Pyramid, his base The Pedo
Blessed be, Baden Powell, Baden Powell,
Baden Powell, Baden Powell,
Baden Powell, Baden Powell...
I gest! But it is not too far from the truth.
(*Vajra Phurba Shunyata* Shunyata Shanti Shanti Shanti*)
The Boy Scouts are rich with ceremonial proceedings; one could easily recognize possible Masonic elements within the usual Boy Scout evening. Saying that, one can actually see such strange ceremony in most military uniforms.
This is not a rant about Boy Scouts but rather a call to awakening; an awakening into the Magick of Boy Scout practice.
I am forever grateful for the skills I learnt as a Boy Scout, especially now as I enter into the realm of magick; I remember such traits as knot-craft, survival skills, social rapport, respect and authoritative responsibility, first-hand experience with the elements, emergency ingenuity and so forth.
The Boy Scouts take their practice seriously, it is no easy feat to accomplish some tasks set out towards the fulfillment of the Scout goal - to be of complete service.
Indeed, the Boy Scout tradition is ultimately a preparation of the young individual for the obstacles of life - even though there are actual obstacles in Boy Scout training, these reflect quickly as useful traits in the fluctuating obstacle course of life.
Okay, I will admit, I found many of the little quaint intricacies of Boy Scouting foolish and wimpish, i.e. much of the pomp and circumstance is really just that - plenty of bells and whistles to keep old poofs giddy.
My request is to keep the Boy Scouts hard edged and humored. I guess it has a lot to do with the Scout troop I grew up with. My superiors did not take any shit from snot-nosed little rants, we were taught the hard way to face our obstacles... I will not go into detail here. I will say this, we were told 'War Stories' that were horrifying enough to give young boys 'Bomb Shock'.
This is something they do not tell in the Scouts (as I am sure they themselves do not even know), that we were being schooled in old magick. Learning formal rituals, advancing up ranks and hierachies, practicing various gestures (left hand shake right hand salute), tying intricate knots, and wearing a unique set of insignia through various achievements.
The Boy Scouts, one could say, is right up there with the Freemasons, the Lions, the Round Table as lovely social charitable groups for aging men (except that for the factor of the members being young boys) but they do share a common ground in their ritual proceedings. The Boy Scouts also share a rich history of ceremony wielded in ancient proceedings.
I am curious as to what magick I had opened myself towards in the Boy Scouts; I will continue to reflect on this.
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