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Theosexuality: Sex and Magic

Theosexuality: Sex and Magic

by Sister Georgia

On Consent

I was accused, in the comments section of my last article on this site, of “going too far;” that my responses to #metoo were too much.  That my claiming consent is no longer – was never – always and self-sufficiently ‘enough’ was social justice and feminism gone mad. And I get it, I really do. Because what I’m proposing is an entirely different paradigm to the one we’ve grown so used to, the one we’ve all been enmeshed in since birth.

We all, in our ‘civilised’ countries acknowledge that men and women are equal in some sense (indeed for many of us this is the bar that marks our country as ‘civilised’), and it is thus that we justify our vision of consent. But I do not believe that men and women are equal – not socially, or politically, or mythically.

We cannot move forward with the emancipation of women without fully understanding women’s historic victimhood; however, we do not wish to fall to victimhood as an excuse, or as another mechanic repression. We must learn how to work with this truth, how to open this wound, to clean it, however painful – else it will only continue to fester. We must first learn how to express these things, these things that are always hidden. A man commented, on that last article, “Where in England are women taught to be ashamed of periods?!” Yet every woman I have spoken to about this shame has understood. It is no longer a matter of Women’s Stain, but a subtle cultural mechanic. Think about it – even the fact that menstrual equipment is still taxed in the UK, not seen as essential (I always thought that, if a group of women on their period sat in parliament for a day and free-bled – after all, the law claims tampons are not essential – then that law would soon be changed. But women will never do that; it is still a taboo too far). Menstruation is treated with euphemism – periods, time of the month – and that ubiquitous blue fluid they use in sanitary-towel adverts. Girls, as they become women, are not taught what menstruation is, or how it works, or how to deal with hormone flux and the pain. Like sexual trauma, like intimate pain (did you know 1 in 10 women experience pain during sex?), these are things we do not talk about. This is why  #metoo  caused such a fuss, of course. Women, displaying their intimate pain in a public arena is something incredible, is something new. And it made me realise something. We have not spoken about these things in so long, we no longer (if we ever had) have the words to do so.

Despite #metoo, it is still deeply unfashionable in our current cultural climate – especially a milieu such as occultism, which so often claims to be empowering for women – to reflect on women’s historic victimhood. But this in itself is yet another fucking aspect of the way everything in our culture demands we be silent, and thus perpetuate unchallenged the key narratives that allow the continued subjugation of women. I struggle to express; we struggle to express, because we do not have the language for that which we need to say. Because I am trying to name and discuss the different shades grey, and you are still demanding I sort each one into your two categories, black and white. Consent, and lack of it.

We do not need a new rule of consent; what we need is to start from a different place. The concept of sexual consent is a legacy of the sexual liberation movement. And consent as a concept has been an incredibly beneficial thing for our cultural understanding of sex in many, many ways, of course. However, what we seem to have forgotten is that consent is a legal term, which suffices because the law needs hard and clear lines. And for the simple, this is a useful boundary for behaviour. But as Thelemites, we question the concepts of the Old Aeon – and I do not believe this legalistic way of looking at the relations between sexes is sufficient.

This is not to throw out consent, not for a minute: consent is necessary and should always be gained. But I believe there needs to be consent – and. Something more. Consent as an idea does a specific job, but it cannot be made to encompass the entire spectrum of our sexual experience. This whole #metoo affair is precisely the result of our trying to do this. The grey areas, the places where clean line of consent are more difficult to apply – they drop off the map. Consent is how we talk about sex, so these in-between things remain unexpressed.

And because consent is a legal term, and is related to the prosecution of rape, immediately in conjures the question of who is to ‘blame’ for a given interaction, and this worry of false accusation. That she will say she was pressured into sex, or suffering PTSD and unable to give consent, just to spite me. This argument follows precisely the same logic as does the argument that we cannot prosecute rape, or should not believe every woman who claims she is raped, because women might claim it falsely. All that this argument shows is the so-much greater priority we – for women do it too – give to male pain and discomfort. What it suggests is that a false accusation is worse than the sum total of female sexual abuse – because abuse is ordinary. Women’s pain is ordinary. Because we’re used to it, right?


But it does little good to simply call out problem after problem. we must interrogate, seek to understand. Why is the occult world so ripe for abuse by the very worst bits of patriarchy?

I’m an academic: my area of specialisation is early 20th century occultism and in particular, the work of Dion Fortune and of Aleister Crowley. Examining the pair in contrast with one another has always been a method that fascinates me; for though these two appear at opposite ends of the occult spectrum the pair share many points of similarity in their theology. And recently, I discovered a point of agreement that I had not expected.

Both these writers were heavily invested in righting the wrong done my St Augustine, arguing that sexuality is both a natural urge, and a potential space for magic and worship. Both are explicit in their denunciations of traditional morality, arguing that is deeply harmful and stifling. However, hiding in this is a subtle conceptual reversal. In the work of these two authors sex is good; a source of god-force, and thus sacred. Sex is redeemed by being understood as more than a ‘mere’ animal act. But in making such an argument, both authors feed the very cultural norm they are trying to refute – the hierarchy of spirit over flesh. Crowley and Fortune were writing in the midst of a sexual revolution, and sexual freedom was a major social and political point for both them. Yet ever there lurks this unreconciled, hierarchical, dualism.

And we can see that something strange has happened in the history of occultism. Traced back through the annals of Western Esotericism, our intellectual tradition began life deeply entrenched in a gnostic, neo-platonic, dualistic paradigm. Evolving through time this tended to take the Manichean route, to say the physical world was not evil, merely short-lived, one aspect of a much larger, spiritual, whole – which was always superior. And this dualism met the sexual revolution of the 20th century and became the unspoken underlying antagoniser in our contemporary, sexually liberated occult milieu.

This oddity reveals itself in the rather weird ambivalence towards sex within Thelema. We celebrate sexual liberation, the Whore of Whores is one of our central symbols; yet a Brother was still able to slut-shame me in the comments to my last article (I slept with 5 men in 6 months? Oh, the horror. Someone call the Inquisitor: clearly, as someone who does not keep my genitalia encased in a chastity belt built to your specifications, everything I say must be discounted. Clearly my mind must be as fickle as my kteis) – and he was not alone in expressing such thoughts.

How do we solve this problem? I’m not sure. My greatest struggle with Thelemic cosmology is precisely these Gnostic hangovers (and I do wonder if our obsession with the fleshiness of Babalon is an unconscious yearning to correct it). Perhaps there is nothing to ‘do’ with it. Perhaps this is another aspect of 0=2, of the formula of Liber Ararita: all is illusion. But we must recognise this and understand it if we are not to be owned by it.

But there is, of course, another key dichotomy in occultism, one used in almost all of our symbols, and one which occupies a similarly ambivalent space; gender, or sex. Because of the current unfashionableness of gender binaries and essentialism, we as a milieu have tended to gloss over this. But it is there, raising its hierarchical head in the midst of all of our traditions. For narratives and symbols of occultism are dualistic and hierarchical and sexed. There was always the demiurge and the snake, the god and the goddess, the spirit and the matter, the man and the woman. This is not arbitrary – sex is at the centre of our secrets, sex difference (for whatever our gender, we each have genitalia which either are, or are not, analogous with the genitalia of the person we face). This was how enchantment stayed with us, as the world came under the universalistic microscope of science: sexual differentiation is the primary space of magic.

And yet we too, we occultists, we seek unity. And so often, too often, this is the false unity of 1, rather than the unity of 0. I am speaking, of course, of Phallicism. Phallicism appears to be an attempt to solve this problem of sexual dualism – but it simply does not work. Kteic and phallic energies can be reduced to one thing: if Phallicism is truly universal, then Kteicism is too. And these two may – perhaps must – coexist in one person, and be intermingled. Still, they are distinct. To deny to this is to refuse to grant full legitimacy to female sexuality. To tell me I must be phallic without recognising you must be kteic is to tell me I must be a man to practice magic.

It is vital that we, as magicians, understand the multiplicity of identity, and particularly of sexual identity; the illusion of all cultural signifiers (including those things we indulge ourselves by calling ‘biological’). We are all infinitely different and infinitely similar and we must use arbitrary signifiers in order to distinguish – but these are only helpful to the extent we remember they are arbitrary. Sex is an illusion: a collapsing boundary. Truth is not phallic, but hermaphroditic, bisexual – not either/or, but always both/and. Ultimately, there is only the I/thou of the other – the other person, the other god. The two, which is zero. We are stars.

Sex Magic

We live in a world where men are systematically dissociated from their emotion and empathy from childhood. The same can be said for women and their relationship with their own physicality. And so the forms of trauma experienced by men and women are different, as are the actions towards it. We have two choices, at this juncture. We can argue all relationality is inherently traumatic, and be done with it. Or we can see this as a sign of how far we have drifted from the image if intermingled starhood, try and envision something better, and work towards it.

 “How can I be responsible for the unknown depths of the other?” You ask. You cannot – and yet this is what love asks of you. As we examine these subjects we quickly come to see that our whole understanding of dating, of sexuality, of love, is deeply out of sync with the rest of our practice.

Reading Crowley’s diaries, we quickly see that Crowley thought every sexual act was an act of sex magic. And I am brought up short by the question – why has sex magic fallen out of fashion? It should be the centre of our work, and of the way we understand both sexuality and relationality. And more than this, why is sex magic missing from this conversation about abuse? Because cannot properly understand Thelemic sexuality, and thus the problems with consent and abuse within the Thelemic structures, without understanding sex magic.

Sex magic has been the reason for a lot of magic’s bad press, from the Black Lodges of the Occult Revival to the Satanic Panic of the 70s. These reactions reveal the unparalleled power of sacred approaches to sexuality in the modern world.  Yet our response been to stop speaking about it, to stop emphasising the centre of our art. But all this has done is to leave more space for misunderstanding and abuse. It is ambivalence towards sex magic that has reinforced our ambivalence towards sex and sexuality; it is this that has left us stumbling to keep up, rather than at the vanguard social progress. And there are historical reasons for ambivalence, and this was necessary at times – but now is the time to move forward. We must come, once more, to see sex as sacred. This is the whole focus of occultism, of mysticism – it always has been. This is our Great Mystery of manifestation and energy, as it appears in Malkuth, veiled in nature. It is not just woman this metaphor is applied to, but sex – sex difference, sex energy – itself.

Sexual liberation has led to an idea of sex as natural – but this is a fallacy. Human sex is unnatural – the ‘sexier’ it is, the further dissociated from its reproductive basis. I think the only way we can understand sex properly is with the divine context. Lack of this divine understanding has led to the ubiquitous pornographisation of sex; for if it is not religion, it must be science. We have to aim at Adepthood. We have to see the other as divine, irrevocably divine – else how are we to understand the divinity in ourselves? We must learn that the other is infinitely different from you, and yet divine in the same way you are.

 Now, we adore Our Lady Babalon for She is the ultimate fetish of fetishes – yet do we understand her? Truly? The proliferation of artwork inspired by her suggests that we do not. There is such sad irony in the fact that the Red Goddess vision of Babalon has been such a powerful and inspiring figure, for She has incited a renaissance of lipstick feminism. She is not a figure of authentic feminine sexuality, but the absorption of the masculine vision, the male gaze. She is easy to swallow, for She requires only a culturally sanctioned version of emasculation. Why has this sexy, bodacious figure taken over, rather than the visceral, dripping, disgusting image of power and destruction, as She was originally conceived? A whitewashed hyperreal Babalon – a sexually liberated Babalon of the precise kind that represses women by demanding all their selves be sexual.

And this is a shame, not only because so many people have been so influenced by this figure, but because it lies in direct opposition with some of Grey’s other themes, which he handles with such power: apocalyptic ecology and rewilding magic. The hyperreal vision of female beauty which is ubiquitous across the art and literature of Babalon is something distinctly modern, distinctly artificial. It pretends to be about fertility and ancient slaves but it is about hairlessness and regimented physicality and red dye.

I said earlier sex is not natural, and neither is beauty; and amazing things can be done when beauty is offered to the gods. But it must not be this plastic vision – this male vision. Nature is disgusting, the apocalypse is disgusting. We have to find new ways to deal with the natural fallacy and we have to discover beauty in the disgusting. This is the meaning Crowley’s Scarlet Woman, and the method of Liber Ararita. Rip away the perfect, painted face and find underneath a lewd, chattering monkey. She tells lies that obscure the truth; yet obscure it no more than those muttered by your bearded Moloch. The truth is neither one nor the other. It is both as much as it is anything. Thus we see what is really at stake if we fail to raise our goddess to the same pinnacle as our god: we will forget that these both are but illusion.


We are Gods now. Not Gods as we were men, but Gods as we are children. We are Gods when we shit and we cry and we curse and above all, we are Gods when we fuck, whether we fuck in filthy carparks or in feather beds. We are Gods now. Embrace your Starhood, but remember that the Other before you is a Star as well; he too has this potential Godhead. Then know the power of the Gaze, the Touch – as we are divine, so we are able to draw divinity out of the other, as the Kteis that Calls. Fuck Gods.

There is no part of me that is not of the Gods; when the Gods fuck, so do we. We do not speak in analogy, nor do we envision scales and similarities. The Whore was raised from Malkuth to Binah and now my coming is the spilling of Babalon; my sleep, her silence. Pan does not exist somewhere separately to me; he is in me always. He does not have sex; he is my sex.

It is not that through sex we become one with the cosmos, or participate in divine ecstasy, or any such formulation. The microcosm and macrocosm are not united in this moment; it is not thus we become gods. Sex is not a different order of thing from any other thing; nor is divinity a different order of thing from any other thing. Yet sex and divinity are one, as far as our pathetic grammar can hope to circumscribe it.

Every moment of manifest existence is the confluence of Nuit and Hadit. Thus existence is pure joy.

We fuck Gods. We fuck their shards and lenses, the little chips of light in man. But it is only when we realise that we are all partial objects, Gods included, that we can come to appreciate the Joy of this. It is necessary, for we are separate for the Joy of Unity; and thus we are all partial things, yearning.

Our yearning for the Other, our yearning for Love, our yearning to heal our Self, our yearning for God; these are all lenses of the same persistent feeling, that drive toward dissolution. Yet we only ever experience this dissolute Joy for moments and glimpses; we come to realise that it is in the nature of Joy to be temporary. We can only ever catch glimpses of the original unity because the original unity was only every a glimpse. It is in its nature to resist extension in time, for extension and time are opposed to dissolute Joy.

Rightly understood, in a divine society, we would constantly exist in sexual circuit. Within profane society, divinity is enshrined, set apart. Sex ended up on the wrong side of this equation, tarred with the brush of ‘nature’ – and thus our concept of godhood has been lacking its centre for 2000 years.

We must reorient ourselves. Understand our erotic desire as divine desire – and our desire for God as theoeroticism. Remember that we are helpless but to chase the primary splintering, for we know that in the breaking apart and the putting together, that here lie Gods. We talk of limit experiences – we like that challenge our sense of taboo, our sensation programming. But this is all fetish for the real limit experience: the dissolution point, when one can feel the skin no more.

The dissolution point – so vulnerable, so terrifying, so awe-full. Thus we shore it up with promises and fidelity and trust. But this is so much noise, for there can be no safety here; indeed, the only guarantee of making it out is to throw oneself forward, topple head first into the Abyss spilling dust and dirty handkerchiefs. To say, look at this thrusting phallus, breaking my carefully-cultivated lines. There is no I left to protect – and thus neither He nor the Abyss can hurt me – so long as I throw myself forward and say, “what I beyond the moaning and lowing?”

Thus I enter; and thus I crawl back out the pit, languorous in the lapping embrace of my consort. I have conquered. I am enthroned. Mine is the kteis that calls.

I have made myself vulnerable, and in doing so I have found the strength beyond strength. I have found the force and fire that cannot be penetrated, for it winds as a snake or flower about the phallus.

I do not desire men. Men fall, men are frail. I crave Gods.

Only the Gods know how to worship. The Angels worshipped beautiful women long before jealous men worshipped the Gods.

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9 thoughts on “Theosexuality: Sex and Magic

  1. Another excellent article, Sister 🙂 We need to stop focusing exclusively on Babalon the pin-up- and that means for us to start digging further than the perfectly manicured occult centrefold image and start truly examining the “beautiful, horrible” revelation of Liber 49. I love your exploration of the nature of love and sex and the constant paradoxes it entails, particularly regarding the embracing of Vulnerability in order to find the power that lies beyond our learned conceptions of the self. “When two forces oppose each other, the victory will go to the one that knows how to yield”.

    PS- you rock.

  2. Thank you so much sister, and I hope you have learned to shake off the trolls. Actually I’ve set comments on my work to “approve” since the online vitriol attempting to shut women down gets so intense.

    Your work is nuanced and critical. It’s making a difference and I’m so grateful to you for it.

    Twenty years after USGL’s policy condemning sexual abuse we’re still having to say things like “You don’t have to have sex with your trainer to be a priestess in the Gnostic Mass”. In “Be Fierce” Gretchen Carlson notes that a culture in which sexual harassment has become entrenched is very difficult to shift. That’s the situation in Thelema today.

    Sex magick is very much at the center of what we do, but it is a sex magick in which men require women to work for the men’s benefit. A brother said to me “The magick of Thelema is that a man is reborn as his own son”, and when I said that works for women too, he said “That’s not Thelema”. With this kind of entrenched attitude we can expect quite a bit of resistance to centering Thelemic sex magic away from men.

    The Abrahadabra formula which underlies the Gnostic Mass rests on the biological theory of spermism. Check out USGL Grand Master Sabazius’ 2002 discussion of spermism: The formula works in a limited way, but it is incomplete. Moving forward we need new formulae which incorporate the biological realities of sperm, egg and dna. Which center women. Which include the understanding that women are both divine and agentic, that we own our magic, and that no human is a servant to any other’s magic, we are all shining for each other.

    I’ve been saying for some time that the fundamental polarity is not male-female but human-divine. That’s where our work needs to go. You’re going to some interesting places. Keep writing!

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