“In the principle of progressive regeneration, the Hierarchy maintains energy bodies simultaneously (including a physical anatomy) in all of these planes for the benefit of the people who reside on them. The purpose is to create a facsimile consciousness in the mind of the individual so that the polarized elements resulting do contain, within his superconsciousness, harmonically linked constituents and energy formations to Infinity in a somewhat temporary, personalized manner until the individual can incept an even higher concept of this Infinite Mind into the precincts of his own individualized concept. So the Infinite Mind of the Hierarchy develops states of consciousness into the lower planes of life as a pipeline or lifeline for the souls progressing into higher states of awareness and helps them polarize certain specific elements in their own psychic structures themselves, to eventually evolve into a more infinite consciousness.”
As the sun set behind the Sycamore, Rector past and present, retired to their familial abode in Parwich for a weekend of introspection and bacchanal. As is tradition, they made sure to first get a few inn at the ale house, and put one in the wood for late arrivals (knock, knock). The atmosphere was unusually tense for this time of year as we made out not to know the village youth, or how to pronounce the local drinks. Not everyone appreciated the inn-joke.
With the clock ticking and only two hours before Al’s carriage was scheduled to arrive, tension was building in the bus stop with games beginning (despite a sign clearly stating that there was no building allowed). We decided to split. Some legged it back to the cottage to make sure the logs were still blazin’ in the hearth, whilst a couple’a’lads waited to apprehend the Clod Pile in search of the rockery.
The Goose and the Bishop made it clear that this was not the Clod Pile they had requested and sent the rest of the gang out the back to keep digging with Ivan. Finally, with the practical work complete and all guests present, the sensory gnosis began. In the gloom, we took it in turns to succumb to inhibitory and excitatory techniques. Affective energies became visible through swirling phantasmagoria.
A bloody bird was roasted with all the trimmings, nuts and cheeses followed the feast, and all was washed down with new seasons wine. Looking deep into the Clod on the banqueting table, we saw dust. Much leaping followed, despite the low ceilings.
Exuberant though the festivities may have seemed, Reactor’s Martinmas celebrations always contain an aspect of great and solemn seriousness.
In the 4th century AD, the Bishop St. Martin was walking to Rome on a pilgrimage. He encountered Satan and was mocked by him. As punishment St. Martin turned the devil into a donkey and rode the lazy beast for the remainder of his journey. The Donkey cursed him and spoke in palindromes.
Because of this significant encounter, Reactor chose this date as the most appropriate for the interviewing of applicants and for their initiation into the most honoured role of Secret Member – a role that is theirs for exactly one year, until the wheel turns once more to Martinmas.
Reactor can now reveal that all new applicants who presented themselves for initiation on November 11th 2016, were rejected as ill-suited to the hole that had appeared, and so the chair of the Secret Member remained empty during 2016/17. Now, this year’s prospective initiates have stepped forward and decisions have been taken.
Reactor has re-opened the application portal for next year’s Interviews. We sincerely encourage those who feel ready to join the group and take on the role of Secret Member, to step forward urgently and present themselves for the Martinmas Interviews. Over the coming years Reactor intends to modify our main body. An opening at the heart of the group awaits the correct initiate, and Reactor is ready to guide you through the preparations. For a copy of the Reactor Membership Handbook, and to to apply click here.
If the geese at Martin’s Day stand on ice, they will walk in mud at Christmas.