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You Can Own The House Where Aleister Crowley Raised Satan!

You now have the opportunity to own this desirable little residence in Cornwall, where Aleister Crowley once conjured up the devil, causing the death of one woman and driving another man insane.

Aleister Crowley in A.'.A.'. regalia making the sign "Vir."

Did someone mention my name?

Yes indeed! I’m aware that Estate Agents come up with a complete load of bullshit sometimes, but I presume they have now scraped below the bottom of the barrel by actually using some of the Great Beast’s more salacious (allegedly) activities as marketing gumph.

Carn Cottage, between St Ives and St Just in Cornwall, may in Estate Agent language be charitably described as a “Period piece that would suit a home improvement enthusiast,” or in English as a “dilapidated eyesore that hasn’t been touched in over fifty years.”

Exterior of Carn Cottage, in disrepair and overgrown by bushes: with free abandoned car thrown in!

Exterior of Carn Cottage, in disrepair and overgrown by bushes: with free abandoned car thrown in!

What actually Crowley did there is hard to make out. In the language of tabloid journalism, he was said to have conjured up the Devil there in 1938: in more sober occultist language, he conjured up something which an onlooker claimed to be a “Lizard Demon” – which could actually mean anything from a harmless Salamander to one of my old friends from the Goetia – but was enough to freak those inexperienced magicians present well and truly out.

Incidentally: I tried looking this up on a map, and noticed that the place is on a direct line passing through St Michael’s Mount and Carnac in France – so perhaps it was chosen because of it Ley Line positioning?

The current owner, I now read, wants someone like an artist or an author to take it over – presumably because she is fed up with teenagers breaking in just so they could say they have spent the night in a haunted house. I admit I’m tempted … although if I walk in and find a load of dead bodies walled up in the cellar, it will start feeling like the plot of really frightening horror story.


PS: This sketch from Armstrong & Miller seems appropriate at this point:

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