Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I came to Thelema not through cultural inheritance or academic pursuit, but through something stranger — a subtle unfolding, a series of uncanny events that tugged at the veil. I once considered myself an atheist. My rational mind ruled with the sharp edge of certainty. But the world is patient with the stubborn, and it whispered its mysteries through a mediumistic friend. That was the moment something cracked open.
What followed was a slow and magnetic descent into the study of religious systems, comparative mythology, and ultimately, Thelema. I found resonance in the *Holy Books*, a quiet awe in *Liber VII*, and tears while reading *The Prologue of the Unborn*. All these things seemed to know me long before I knew them.
Like many aspirants, I was faced with a question: where do I begin? What lineage speaks truth to me — not just history, but presence? I studied the various A∴A∴ branches — the Brazilian lines descending from Marcelo Motta, the more recent Western branches rooted in the Gunther line, the solitary practitioners orbiting in between. Each offered something: a current, a trauma, a gate.
Motta’s legacy in Brazil is heavy with brilliance and conflict. Revered by some, feared by others. His work in translating, teaching, and preserving the Current is undeniable — yet the human drama that followed him scattered seeds in both fertile and poisoned ground. I do not wish to speak with certainty about what happened behind closed doors, but as an observer, I felt the weight of it. I also saw potential.
But I’ve chosen not to join the O.T.O., and thus the landscape shifts. Outside of that orbit, I search for a lineage where seriousness meets gentleness, where ritual is more than costume, and where the Work is alive..
I remain unhoused, for the time being. Be it for vice of not wanting to reach out, for fear of congregations or simply out of misery - for a lone island is just sand. Thankfully, our modern life allows us, solo adepts, to follow the original texts in its fullness.
I’ve started daily Liber Resh adorations. I read and contemplate the Holy Season as a rhythm of the year. I don’t pretend to have mastered anything — in truth, I’ve only just begun. But the Call is real. I write these words as both record and invocation. May they serve someone else walking the edge between uncertainty and revelation.
Love is the law, love under will.