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The Crowned and Conquering Brat: Some reflections on nippled cups, Grab Bags and baby talk

It's time I had a proper rant. Some of the things I dreamed about in the Playpower phase of my youth have come true, and I hate them. Crowley's magick takes us through a succession of Aeons: first, there is Isis the Mother, the Pagan Aeon, in which we are ruled by the laws of Nature. Then comes Osiris the Father, the Aeon of monotheism and, most recently (since 1904 according to Crowley), the Aeon of Horus, the Crowned and Conquering Child, the beginning of the maturation of humanity beyond repressive laws. Yes, much of the old world had to go, such as the sexual repression horror of Victorian society that still lingered on. That was dealt a significant blow by the lifestyle rebellions of the 60s; the Aeon of Horus was still making sense. Fourteen years ago, it still made sense: In Chaotopia! I prized neoteny, which, biologically speaking is when individuals reach sexual maturity without developing all the other adult characteristics of that species; this is of course