Off the dome

A few years back some dork and his now ex bff have been spamming social media with their "rap battles" to draw attention. They later ended up dissin each other for real, but that's not why I'm writing this article. Besides both of them using lame rhymes, the dork in question started bragging he's R.R. et A.C., aka the Inner Order of the Golden Dawn.

Now, I've been told by people in the know and who have followed the original Golden Dawn tradition for a considerable time, you never ever speak publically about these things!  Otherwise you're no better than some Impotentor AO who does onlyfans imitations with his mummified wife on their site, not to mention his pathetic flock of griffinoids. 

Mr Farrell has addressed this in his latest interview.

Speaking of the now venerable gentleman who's recently reached the wise age of infinity, I told him I bet he could easily pull some spectacular meaningful rhymes if he wanted to. And whaddya know, he has!

"Yo, first rule of the R.R. et A.C.,

Don’t talk 'bout the rites you do with secrecy.

Second rule, yeah, repeat it with me:

Don’t run your mouth 'bout the damn R.R. et A.C.

Inner Order ain't a social club,

It’s a temple, not a TikTok hub.

You want grades? Gotta earn that flame,

Not flashin’ sigils just for fame.

We don’t tweet the Neophyte’s path,

Or selfie the Rose Cross aftermath.

Whispers only — lips stay sealed,

Keep the vault shut, truth stays concealed.

Initiation’s not for show,

It’s for shedding masks that you don't know.

But y’all break silence like it’s a trend,

Forget the oath you swore to defend.

Cipher text ain't a status post,

It’s a test of will, not a humblebrag boast.

So hush up when the currents flow,

Lest Nemesis come knockin’ real slow.

Third rule: if someone runs the Mouth of the Abyss,

We disrobe that fraud with a slap and a hiss.

Fourth rule: One Adept at a time —

No group selfies in the Vault of the Nine.

Fifth rule: No lies, no hype, no flex,

Keep it tighter than the Enochian text.

Sixth rule: If the ritual goes off-track —

Cut, banish, and redo, no lookin' back.

This ain’t cosplay with wands and flair,

It’s invoking gods in a circle of air.

It’s pain and power, death and rebirth,

Not something you show off for online worth.

So remember this before you speak —

The true Work’s silent, sacred, sleek.

Want to rise through the planes? Then zip that lip,

Lest you fall like Icarus mid-ascent trip.

Golden Dawn, yeah, we keep it arcane,

Veiled in silence like a whisper in rain.

So take that oath, or step aside —

'Cause the Mysteries ride where the secrets hide."

Big up for Slim Beardy! Having had more than a few junkie buddies who are rappers and having listened to hip-hop for many years, I think I'm quite entitled to judge the above lyrics are muchly superior in both quality and content to the lame attempts those two self-important whatnots were polluting cyberspace with. They have an 80s vibe, early 90s. Not only that, but it gets the point across: if you're in the Inner Order you stfu and stick to your work! Word!

The same applies for any other wannabe who spams the internet saying they're this and that. "I'm hermetic!" is but one example... So you're airtight, good for you.