Behind the veil of all the hieratic and mystical allegories
of ancient doctrines, behind the darkness and strange ordeals of
all initiations, under the seal of all sacred writings, in the
ruins of Nineveh or Thebes, on the crumbling stones of old temples
and on the blackened visage of the Assyrian or Egyptian sphinx, in
the monstrous or marvellous paintings which interpret to the
faithful of India the inspired pages of the Vedas, in the cryptic
emblems of our old books on alchemy, in the ceremonies practised at
reception by all secret societies, there are found indications of a
doctrine which is everywhere the same and everywhere carefully
concealed. Occult philosophy seems to have been the nurse or
god-mother of all intellectual forces, the key of all divine
obscurities and the absolute queen of society in those ages - when
it was reserved exclusively for the education of priests and of
kings. It reigned in Persia with the Magi, who perished in the end,
as perish all masters of the world, because they abused their
power; it endowed India with the most wonderful traditions and with
an incredible wealth of poesy, grace and terror in its emblems; it
civilized Greece to the music of the lyre of Orpheus; it concealed
the principles of all sciences, all progress of the human mind, in
the daring calculations of Pythagoras; fable abounded in its
miracles, and history, attempting to estimate this unknown power,
became confused with fable; it undermined or consolidated empires
by its oracles, caused tyrants to tremble on their thrones and
governed all minds, either by curiosity or by fear. For this
science, said the crowd, there is nothing impossible, it commands
the elements, knows the language of the stars and directs the
planetary courses; when it speaks, the moon falls blood-red from
heaven; the dead rise in their graves and mutter ominous words, as
the night wind blows through their skulls. Mistress of love or of
hate, occult science can dispense paradise or hell at its pleasure
to human hearts; it disposes of all forms and confers beauty or
ugliness; with the wand of Circe it changes men into brutes and
animals alternately into men; it disposes even of life and death,
can confer wealth on its adepts by the transmutation of metals and
immortality by its quintessence or elixir, compounded of gold and
light.Such was Magic from Zoroaster to Manes, from Orpheus to
Apollonius of Tyana, when positive Christianity, victorious at
length over the brilliant dreams and titanic aspirations of the
Alexandrian school, dared to launch its anathemas publicly against
this philosophy, and thus forced it to become more occult and
mysterious than ever. Moreover, strange and alarming rumours began
to circulate concerning initiates or adepts; they were surrounded
every where by an ominous influence, and they destroyed or
distracted those who allowed themselves to be beguiled by their
honeyed eloquence or by the sorcery of their learning. The women
whom they loved became Stryges and their children vanished at
nocturnal meetings, while men whispered shudderingly and in secret
of bloodstained orgies and abominable banquets. Bones had been
found in the crypts of ancient temples, shrieks had been heard in
the night, harvests withered and herds sickened when the magician
passed by. Diseases which defied medical skill appeared at times in
the world, and always, it was said, beneath the envenomed glance of
the adepts. At length a universal cry of execration went up against
Magic, the mere name became a crime and the common hatred was
formulated in this sentence: "Magicians to the flames!" - as it was
shouted some centuries earlier: "To the lions with the Christians!"
Now the multitude never conspires except against real powers; it
does not know what is true, but it has the instinct of what is
strong. It remained for the eighteenth century to deride both
Christians and Magic, while infatuated with the disquisitions of
Rousseau and the illusions of Cagliostro. Science, notwithstanding,
is at the basis of Magic, as at the root of Christianity there is
love, and in the Gospel symbols we find the Word Incarnate adored
in His cradle by Three Magi, led thither by a star - the triad and
the sign of the microcosm - and receiving their gifts of gold,
frankincense and myrrh, a second mysterious triplicity, under which
emblem the highest secrets of the Kabalah are allegorically
contained. Christianity owes therefore no hatred to Magic, but
human ignorance has ever stood in fear of the unknown. The science
was driven into hiding to escape the impassioned assaults of blind
desire: it clothed itself with new hieroglyphics, falsified its
intentions, denied its hopes. Then it was that the jargon of
alchemy was created, an impenetrable illusion for the vulgar in
their greed of gold, a living language only for the true disciple
of Hermes.Extraordinary fact! Among the sacred records of the
Christians there are two texts which the infallible Church makes no
claim to understand and has never attempted to expound: these are
the Prophecy of Ezekiel and the Apocalypse, two Kabalistic Keys
reserved assuredly in heaven for the commentaries of Magian Kings,
books sealed as with seven seals for faithful believers, yet
perfectly plain to an initiated infidel of the occult sciences.
There is also another work, but, although it is popular in a sense
and may be found everywhere, this is of all most occult and
unknown, because it is the key of the rest. It is in public
evidence without being known to the public; no one suspects its
existence and no one dreams of seeking it where it actually is.
This book, which may be older than that of Enoch, actually has
never been translated, but is still preserved unmutilated in
primeval characters, on detached leaves, like the tablets of the
ancients. The fact has eluded notice, though a distinguished
scholar has revealed, not indeed its secret, but its antiquity and
singular preservation. Another scholar, but of a mind more
fantastic than judicious, passed years in the study of this
masterpiece, and has merely suspected its plenary importance. It
is, in truth, a monumental and extraordinary work, strong and
simple as the architecture of the pyramids, and consequently
enduring like those - a book which is the summary of all sciences,
which can resolve all problems by its infinite combinations, which
speaks by evoking thought, is the inspirer and moderator of all
possible conceptions, and the masterpiece perhaps of the human
mind. It is to be counted unquestionably among the very great gifts
bequeathed to us by antiquity; it is a universal key, the name of
which has been explained and comprehended only by the learned
William Postel; it is a unique test, whereof the initial characters
alone plunged into ecstasy the devout spirit of Saint-Martin, and
might have restored reason to the sublime and unfortunate
Swedenborg. We shall recur to this book later on, for its
mathematical and precise explanation will be the complement and
crown of our conscientious undertaking.The original alliance between Christianity and the Science of
the Magi, once demonstrated fully, will be a discovery of no
second-rate importance, and we do not doubt that the serious study
of Magic and the Kabalah will lead earnest minds to a
reconciliation of science and dogma, of reason and faith,
heretofore regarded as impossible. We have said that the Church,
whose special office is the custody of the Keys, does not pretend
to possess those of the Apocalypse or of Ezekiel. In the opinion of
Christians the scientific and magical Clavicles of Solomon are
lost, which notwithstanding, it is certain that, in the domain of
intelligence, ruled by the Word nothing that has been written can
perish. Whatsoever men cease to understand exists for them no
longer, at least in the order of the Word, and it passes then into
the domain of enigma and mystery. Furthermore, the antipathy and
even open war of the Official Church against all that belongs to
the realm of Magic, which is a kind of personal and emancipated
priesthood, is allied with necessary and even with inherent causes
in the social and hierarchic constitution of Christian
sacerdotalism. The Church ignores Magic - for she must either
ignore it or perish, as we shall prove later on; yet she does not
recognize the less that her mysterious Founder was saluted in His
cradle by Three Magi - that is to say, by the hieratic ambassadors
of the three parts of the known world and the three analogical
worlds of occult philosophy. In the School of Alexandria, Magic and
Christianity almost joined hands under the auspices of Ammonius
Saccas and of Plato; the doctrine of Hermes is found almost in its
entirety in the writings attributed to Dionysius the Areopagite;
Synesius outlined the plan of a treatise on dreams, which was
annotated subsequently by Cardan, and composed hymns that might
have served for the liturgy of the Church of Swedenborg, could a
church of the illuminated possess a liturgy. With this period of
fiery abstractions and impassioned warfare of words there must be
connected also the philosophic reign of Julian, called the Apostate
because in his youth he made unwilling profession of Christianity.
Everyone is aware that Julian had the misfortune to be a hero out
of season of Plutarch, and that he was, if one may say so, the Don
Quixote of roman Chivalry; but what most people do not know is that
he was one of the illuminated and an initiate of the first order:
that he believed in the unity of God and in the universal doctrine
of the Trinity; that, in a word, he regretted nothing of the old
world but its magnificent symbols and its too gracious images.
Julian was not a pagan; he was a Gnostic allured by the allegories
of Greek polytheism, who had the misfortune to find the name of
Jesus Christ less sonorous than that of Orpheus. The Emperor paid
in his person for the academical tastes of the philosopher and
rhetorician, and after affording himself the spectacle and
satisfaction of expiring like Epaminondas with the periods of Cato,
he had in public opinion, by this time fully Christianized, but
anathemas for his funeral oration and a scornful epithet for his
ultimate memorial.Let us pass over the petty minds and small matters of the
Bas-Empire, and proceed to the Middle Ages . . . . Stay, take this
book! Glance at the seventh page, then seat yourself on the mantle
which I am spreading, and let each of us cover our eyes with one of
its corners . . . . Your head swims, does it not, and the earth
seems to fly beneath your feet? Hold tightly, and do not look right
or left . . . . The vertigo ceases: we are here. Stand up and open
your eyes, but take care before all things to make no Christian
sign and to pronounce no Christian words. We are in a landscape of
Salvator Rosa, a troubled wilderness which seems resting after a
storm. There is no moon in the sky, but you can distinguish little
stars gleaming in the brushwood, and may hear about you the slow
flight of great birds, which seem to whisper strange oracles as
they pass. Let us approach silently that crossroad among the rocks.
A harsh, funereal trumpet winds suddenly, and black torches flare
up on every side. A tumultuous throng is surging round a vacant
throne: all watch and wait. Suddenly they cast themselves on the
ground. A goat-headed prince bounds forward among them; he ascends
the throne, turns, and assuming a stooping posture, presents to the
assembly a human face, which everyone comes forward to salute and
to kiss, their black taper in their hands. With a hoarse laugh he
recovers an upright position, and then distributes gold, secret
instructions, occult medicines and poisons to his faithful
bondsmen. Meanwhile, fires are lighted of fern and alder, piled up
with human bones and the fat of executed criminals. Druidesses,
crowned with wild parsley and vervain, immolate unbaptized children
with golden knives and prepare horrible love-feasts. Tables are
spread, masked men seat themselves by half-nude females, and a
Bacchanalian orgy begins; there is nothing wanting but salt, the
symbol of wisdom and immortality. Wine flows in streams, leaving
stains like blood; obscene advances and abandoned caresses begin. A
little while, and the whole assembly is beside itself with drink
and wantonness, with crimes and singing. They rise, a disordered
throng, and form infernal dances . . . . Then come all legendary
monsters, all phantoms of nightmare; enormous toads play inverted
flutes and thump with paws on flanks; limping scarabaei mingle in
the dance; crabs play the castanets; crocodiles beat time on their
scales; elephants and mammoths appear habited like Cupids and foot
it in the ring: finally, the giddy circles break up and scatter on
all sides . . . . Every yelling dancer drags away a dishevelled
female . . . . Lamps and candles formed of human fat go out smoking
in the darkness . . . . Cries are heard here and there, mingled
with peals of laughter, blasphemies and rattlings in the throat.
Come, rouse yourself: do not make the sign of the cross! See, I
have brought you home. You are in your bed, not a little worn out,
possibly a trifle shattered, by your night's journey and its orgy;
but you have beheld that of which everyone talks without knowledge;
you have been initiated into secrets no less terrible than the
grotto of Triphonius; you have been present at the Sabbath. It
remains for you now to preserve your wits, to have a wholesome
dread of the law, and to keep at a respectful distance from the
Church and her faggots.Would you care, as a change, to behold something less
fantastic, more real and also more truly terrible? You shall assist
at the execution of Jacques de Molay and his accomplices or his
brethren in martyrdom . . . . Be not misled, however; confuse not
the guilty and the innocent! Did the Templars really adore
Baphomet? Did they offer a shameful salutation to the buttocks of
the goat of Mendes? What was actually this secret and potent
association which imperilled Church and State, and was thus
destroyed unheard? Judge nothing lightly; they are guilty of a
great crime; they have exposed to profane eyes the sanctuary of
antique initiation. They have gathered again and have shared the
fruits of the tree of knowledge, so that they might become masters
of the world. The judgement pronounced against them is higher and
far older than the tribunal of pope or king: "On the day that thou
eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die," said God Himself, as we
read in the Book of Genesis.What then is taking place in the world, and why do priests
and potentates tremble? What secret power threatens tiaras and
crowns? A few bedlamites are roaming from land to land, concealing,
as they say, the Philosophical Stone under their ragged vesture.
They can change earth into gold, and they are without food or
lodging! Their brows are encircled by an aureole of glory and by a
shadow of ignominy! One has discovered the universal science and
goes vainly seeking death to escape the agonies of his triumph: he
is the Majorcan Raymond Lully. Another heals imaginary diseases by
fantastic remedies, belying beforehand that proverb which enforces
the futility of a cautery on a wooden leg: he is the marvellous
Paracelsus, always drunk and always lucid, like the heroes of
Rabelais. Here is William Postel writing naively to the fathers of
the Council of Trent, proclaiming that he has discovered the
absolute doctrine, hidden from the foundation of the world, and is
longing to share it with them. The Council heeds not the maniac,
does not vouchsafe to condemn him, but proceeds to examine the
grave questions of efficacious grace and sufficing grace. He whom
we behold perishing poor and abandoned is Cornelius Agrippa, less
of a magician than any, though the vulgar persist in regarding him
as a more potent sorcerer than all because he was sometimes a cynic
and mystifier. What secret do these men bear with them to their
tomb? Why are they wondered at without being understood? Why are
they condemned unheard? Why are they initiates of those terrific
secret sciences of which the Church and society are afraid? Why are
they acquainted with things of which others know nothing? Why do
they conceal what all men burn to know? Why are they invested with
a dread and unknown power? The occult sciences! Magic! These words
will reveal all and give food for further thought! De omni re
scribili et quibusdum aliis.But what, as a fact, was this Magic? What was the power of
these men who were at once so proud and so persecuted? If they were
really strong, why did they not overcome their enemies? But if they
were impotent and foolish, why did people honour them by fearing
them? Does Magic exist? Is there an occult knowledge which is in
truth a power and works wonders comparable to the miracles of
authorized religions? To these two palmary questions we make answer
by an affirmation and a book. The book shall justify the
affirmation, and the affirmation is this: There was and there still
is a potent and real Magic; all that is said of it in legend is
true after a certain manner, yet - contrary to the common course of
popular exaggeration - it falls below the truth. There is indeed a
formidable secret, the revelation of which has once already
transformed the world, as testified in Egyptian religious
tradition, summarized symbolically by Moses at the beginning of
Genesis. This secret constitutes the fatal Science of Good and
Evil, and the consequence of its revelation is death. Moses depicts
it under the figure of a Tree which stands in the midst of the
Terrestrial Paradise, is in proximity to the Tree of Life and is
joined at the root thereto. At the foot of this tree is the source
of the four mysterious rivers; it is guarded by the sword of fire
and by the four symbolical forms of the Biblical sphinx, the
Cherubim of Ezekiel . . . . Here I must pause, and I fear that
already I have said too much. I testify in fine that there is one
sole, universal and imperishable dogma, strong as supreme reason;
simple, like all that is great; intelligible, like all that is
universally and absolutely true; and this dogma is the parent of
all others. There is also a science which confers on man powers
apparently superhuman. They are enumerated thus in a Hebrew
manuscript of the sixteenth century:
"Hereinafter follow the powers and privileges of him who
holds in his right hand the Clavicles of Solomon, and in his left
the Branch of the Blossoming Almond.ALEPH. – He beholds God face to face, without dying.
and converses familiarly with the seven genii who command the
entire celestial army.BETH. – He is above all griefs and all fears.GHIMEL. – He reigns with all heaven and is served by
all hell.DALETH. – He rules his own health and life and can
influence equally those of others.HE. – He can neither be surprised by misfortune nor
overwhelmed by disasters, nor can he be conquered by his
enemies.VAU. – He knows the reason of the past, present and
future.ZAIN. – He possesses the secret of the resurrection of
the dead and the key of immortality.
Such are the seven chief privileges, and those which rank
next are these:CHETH. – To find the Philosophical Stone.TETH. – To possess the Universal Medicine.IOD. – To know the laws of perpetual motion and to
prove the quadrature of the circle.CAPH. – To change into gold not only all metals but
also the earth itself, and even the refuse of the earth.LAMED. – To subdue the most ferocious animals and have
power to pronounce those words which paralyse and charm
serpents.MEM. – To have the ARS NOTORIA which gives the
Universal Science.NUN. – To speak learnedly on all subjects, without
preparation and without study.