ut essent liberi et avis

Got the news that Steven Ashe passed away this morning.

Steve was a soulful, passionate musician and esotericist. While we never met in person, I had known him for more than a dozen years and despite being separated by an ocean, I considered him a friend.

I met Steve via a rather combative thread on an internet messageboard devoted to Thelema. We came to one another’s defense, fending off trolls as they attempted to mangle the Prophet’s message and make asinine leaps in logic.

Steve was a sharp one, with a rapier wit and an almost encyclopedic knowledge of obscure arcana. I will cherish the many conversations we shared and bid him Godspeed as he follows his Will into Realms beyond our Knowledge to become a Free-man of the City of the Stars.

Last night, I had a short chat with one of my oldest and dearest friends, Brian. We are making tentative plans for a Greater Feast celebration for Brent in December, to be held in the eleventh hour of his passing, in a sacred place in the wilds of the Mississinewa.

It looks like we will be gathering on Tuesday, December 29. The exact location has not been decided on. There are so many to choose from, after all. Personally, I’m leaning toward Goose Creek, mainly because the shelter house and circle of stone are gone… Goose Creek’s not going anywhere. But, we’ll suss it out beforehand.

It is the Feast of Friends that matters.

Hard to believe that as that date rolls up on us, it will have been 48 weeks since his death. One week for every year he lived.

And now, today, I bid another friend a fond farewell, he too gone far too soon.

The greatest crime of growing older is saying goodbye to people along the way. I remind myself that death is not an ending, but in truth, a graduation, from material to ethereal form. Unfettered from the earth, we are released into the heavens, more free than any bird, for there are no limits to the heights that we might climb.

“Listen, for thine ears become dulled to the mean noises of the earth; the infinite silence of the Stars woos thee with subtile musick..” — Aleister Crowley, Liber CVI: Concerning Death


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