#Jack Parsons

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: A New Scam

L Ron Hubbard: hey friends its me again, your old pal Honest Ron Poe: what's your scam this time ron Hubbard: i'm hurt, friend, hurt! Hubbard: i'm just an honest merchant, a purveyor of quality goods, services, and occasional religions!

Poe: ron every time you come here you've got some new scam Poe: we're not falling for it again Poe: right guys? King: that's right Koontz: yeah! Barker: we're not that stupid Lovecraft: not this time ron! Hubbard: well i just happen to have this machine that'll put a star on your belly

Hubbard: are you feeling blue, friend? melancholy? down in the dumps? Hubbard: [holding colander] listen friends i got the cure for what ails you Poe: how does it work? Hubbard: you just put it on your head and, bzzt, presto! Hubbard: all your thetans are cleared out!

Hubbard: i'll demonstrate for ya Hubbard: i just need a volunteer from the audience Hubbard: you, sir! Hubbard: now you you've never seen me before right? Jack Parsons: uh yes that is correct Poe: then how come his face is on the colander? Hubbard: Parsons:

Hubbard: you're the worst shill I've ever seen, parsons! Hubbard: you're a disgrace to whole patent religion business! Hubbard: this isn't working, i need a new scam Hubbard: hmm what's this AI thing I've been hearing about

Hubbard: step right up, step right up Hubbard: are you tired of the rat race? tired of always writing stories using boring old human ingenuity? Hubbard: is your writing too sparkling? too vital? too inspired? Hubbard: well i got the cure for you right here Hubbard: an endless fire hose of tasteless gray slurry

Poe: how does it work? Hubbard: it's simple! Hubbard: [readying hose] just open wide

Hubbard: take a spin on our patented, bona fide, genuine AI chat bot and you'll agree: I'll never read human-produced art again! Margaret Atwood: [under cardboard box, through vocoder] beep boop plagiarism-o-tron lives

Hubbard: soon all the publishers will be using plagiarism-o-tron Hubbard: archaic things like human writers will be a thing of the past! Poe: no one will want to read this garbage! Hubbard: thats ok, human readers will be a thing of the past too! Hubbard: just robots writing for robots

Hubbard: with this new genuine, bona fide AI you'll never have to pay a writer EVER again-- Harlan Ellison: [instantly appears, smashes plagiarism-o-tron with one blow] HARLAN SMASH!!!

Hubbard: okay okay i can take a hint Hubbard: seems you folks don't like AI Hubbard: don't worry, don't worry, i got a million of 'em Hubbard: how bout some beanie babies? pokeman cards? princess diana commemorative plates? 

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2024 U18 Men's Worlds | Get To Know The Team Episode 6

[nihilismisforkids]

"Yeah math and physics are SO crazy like all the numbers and symbols are like occultism haha"

Jack Parsons:

[bidotorg]

Born on this Day: Jack Parsons

Jack Parsons, a pioneering rocket scientist and co-founder of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, led a double life as a devoted occultist and follower of Aleister Crowley’s Thelema. Known for conducting dangerous experiments with explosives and participating in esoteric rituals, including the infamous "Babalon Working" with L. Ron Hubbard, Parsons believed his scientific breakthroughs were influenced by supernatural forces. His life ended mysteriously in a fatal explosion in his home lab in 1952, fueling speculation of an occult curse or a magical experiment gone wrong. His bizarre fusion of science and the occult continues to inspire eerie fascination in pop culture today.

[156shadesofscarlet]

A Paul Weston lecture from Glastonbury Occult Conference March 21st 2015.

The story of the Babalon Working is an occult legend. Rocket scientist Jack Parsons, future founder of Scientology L Ron Hubbard, and fiercely individual witch-woman artist Marjorie Cameron used the ideas of Aleister Crowley to try and bring forth a goddess into the modern world of the A Bomb and Gnostic revival. The results were mysterious, controversial, and even catastrophic. Paul uses material from his book Aleister Crowley and the Aeon of Horus to give unique insight into this story, including a contentious take on the role of Hubbard.

Deliberately posted on the anniversary of Jack Parsons death.

[thothdaughter]

Jack Parsons tumblr sexyman edits because he is my boyfriend and I love him so much

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Instrumental in helping the US win the space race, Jack Parsons, a self-taught chemist who never graduated college, was one of the founders of JPL (Jet Propulsion Laboratory) and created the fuel that would send men to the moon. He also happened to be a magician - not the rabbits and cards kind.

Jack summoned the Greek god Pan before every test flight. He held bohemian parties at his mansion in Pasadena, where guests participated in rituals by the infamous Aleister Crowley, once called the wickedest man in the world.

Show your appreciation of this True American Space Wizard with the new shirt in Silky Screen’s Occulture line of apparel.

We also have a few of our Babalon-Barbie shirts left in medium and small. https://silkyscreens.net/products/limited-edition-pink-babalon-t-shirt

[vicsplinters]

Me being super into fictional wizards who could blow themself up at any moment.

Me realizing I was also obsessed with a real wizard who did, in fact, die by explosion.

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[vibiana]

New Short on YouTube! 📺

Watch it here: https://youtube.com/shorts/wtrqjPMCG6E?feature=share

[rainonmyhands]

ad astra per aspera // to the stars through hardship

[156shadesofscarlet]

The Birth of Babalon

by John Whiteside Parsons, 1914-1952 e.v.

(*vox* Simon Rose, Hardly Nimrod)

What is the tumult among the stars

that have shone so still till now?

What are the furrows of pain and wrath

upon the immortal brow?

Why is the face of God turned grey

and his angels all grown white?

What is the terrible ruby star

that burns down the crimson night?

What is the beauty that flames so bright

athwart the awful dawn?

She has taken flesh, she is come to judge

the thrones ye rule upon.

Quail ye kings for an end is come

in the birth of BABALON.

*

I have walked three dreadful nights away

in halls beyond despair,

I have given marrow and tears and sweat

and blood to make her fair.

I have lain my love and smashed my heart

and filled her cup with blood,

That blood might flow from the loins of woe

to the cup of brotherhood.

The cities reel in the shout of steel

where the sword of war is drawn.

Sing ye saints for the day is come

in the birth of BABALON.

*

Now God has called for his judgement book

and seen his name therein

And the grace of God and the guilt of God

have spelt it out as sin

His bloody priests have clutched his robes

and stained his linen gown

And his victims swarm from his broken hell

to drag his kingdom down.

O popes and kings and the little gods

are sick and sad and wan

To see the crimson star that bursts

like blood upon the dawn

While trumpets sound and stars rejoice

at the birth of BABALON

*

BABALON is too beautiful

for sight of mortal eyes

She has hidden her loveliness away

in lonely midnight skies,

She has clothed her beauty in robes of sin

and pledged her heart to swine

And loving and giving all she has

brewed for saints immortal wine.

But now the darkness is riven through

and the robes of sin are gone,

And naked she stands as a terrible blade

and a flame and a splendid song

Naked in radiant mortal flesh

at the Birth of BABALON.

*

She is come new born as a mortal maid

forgetting her high estate,

She has opened her arms to pain and death

and dared the doom of fate,

And death and hell are at her back,

but her eyes are bright with life,

Her heart is high and her sword is strong

to meet the deadly strife,

Her voice is sure as the judgement trump

to crack the house of wrong,

Though walls are high and stone is hard

and the rule of hell was long

The gates shall fall and the irons break

in the Birth of BABALON

*

Her mouth is red and her breasts are fair

and her loins are full of fire,

And her lust is strong as a man is strong

in the heat of her desire,

And her whoredom is holy as virtue is foul

beneath the holy sky

And her kisses will wanton the world away

in passion that shall not die.

Ye shall laugh and love and follow her dance

When the wrath of God is gone

And dream no more of hell and hate

in the Birth of BABALON

[living400lbs]

"My great-grandfather, Elgar Mills, had not been an associate of Crowley’s, so far as I could tell. Instead he’d hung out in the forties, briefly, with a man named Jack Parsons, who was an associate of Crowley’s. Also a rocket scientist and also completely batshit. (I don’t like to step on anyone’s religion, but when you start mixing cocaine, free love, amphetamines, statutory rape, mescaline, and ritual black magic, you have crossed out of the religious-tolerance zone and into the perhaps-you-should-be-kept-away-from-other-people zone.)"

- from A House With Good Bones by T Kingfisher

[nitebloom]

"I Height Don Quixote" by Jack W. Parsons (published Feb 21, 1943)

I went to the city and found it a pity

the devil was playing at hell,

And ten million mortals had entered hell’s portals

and thought they were all doing well.

....

They said I was crazy, ambiguous, lazy,

disgusting, fantastic, obscene;

So I hied for my sagebrush and cactus and corn mush,

To see if the air was still clean.

Oh, I height Don Quixote, I live on peyote,

marijuana, morphine and cocaine