Dear All,

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Today I am admiring the sun and the newness of my watercolor practice towards creating more beauty in my life. Spring is fast approaching, and I already find myself welcoming the new year. There is so much to welcome as we find freedom from the freezing temperatures. Warmer walks, sunnier days, and the variety of flowers that will find their way through.

Speaking of flowers, that reminds me that I recently learned the Ukraine national flower is the sunflower. Brother Dave reminded us today that we have an OTO body in Kyiv. He has been in contact with initiates in the country who are defending their homes. IHQ has set up a fund to directly assist our OTO brethren in the Ukraine. Please consider donating. This is a time when we can come together internationally to help our fellow initiates.

https://oto.betterworld.org/campaigns/ukraine?fbclid=IwAR3TimnxF3RtQxhrvkUir-PkbUgEM2Sj2xF0_gjqbd2wMS-I6ROUyjjURl8

Recently, I found myself sleeping, dreaming a bit much more than usual, and our officers had to remind me that the world outside my dream exists. Introverts, I swear it is not mal-intent. With spring also comes the hope of some reprieve from the pandemic. We have managed two events each year of the pandemic. I was reminded to be quick to get in our in-person events again, pronto. So, here I am, awake, and having birthday celebrations with friends, we planned our first gathering of the new year, celebrating the feast of the supreme ritual and feast for the equinox of the gods, as it is written in the book of the law. Pease Park has recently had a remodel and is a bustling cacophony of folks peopling out of doors. I think the addition of a bunch of magical and mystical people will help keep Austin weird. I do hope you will join us.

With that, I will leave you with a quote from Crowley’s Collected Works:
“O TEARLESS SORROW of long years, depart ! O joy of minutes that be ages long, Come ! Let the choral pulse and strength of song Quicken, and the fire of lute and lyre dart, An arrow red with blood and bright with art, And cover all the fiery blood of wrong with blossoms blacker where the blood runs strong as our lips pale, their life fled to the heart.” (Alice: An Adultery, page 82)

Love is the law, love under will.

Fraternally,
M