This summer, I’ve put out a lot of content about Ordo Templi Orientis. I’ve described how it promotes unstable leaders, protects high-degree abusers, spies on its members, punishes criticism, and sculpts people into shapes fundamentally at odds with the Law of Thelema.
The reactions have been intense: gratitude from those relieved to hear their experiences put into words, and attacks that are smug, nasty, or emotionally manipulative.
I’ve been called a grifter—but also told no one would pay me for what I offer.
I’m doing it for the clicks—but I’m also losing followers.
I’m bitter at OTO—but don’t worry, it’s not working, people aren’t leaving.
What all these attacks share is the assumption that I’m trying to get people to do something: join my side, leave OTO, click my videos, give me money, or enlist in my (non-existent) order.
Let me be clear: I needed allies when I was inside OTO. That was part of the problem. Keeping a dozen people pointed toward meritocracy required so much political endurance that it destroyed any joy in the work. I left that game behind, and I’m not interested in playing it again.
Nor is this about money. Sabazius once mocked my Will Discovery business, sneering, “Who would pay for this?” Honestly? Very few. I’m not good at business. But I’d rather be bad at this than be a successful courtier in a glorified high school popularity contest.
So no—I’m not trying to “get” anyone to do anything. I’m saying what I’ve seen, and what I think it means.
I don’t lie. I don’t play dirty tricks. And I don’t back down unless there’s a very good reason.
If people resonate, they resonate. If they don’t, they don’t. Agreement is cheap. Integrity is not.
My work has never been about pandering; it’s always been about speaking to what feels urgent and true.
That doesn’t mean I’m untouchable. I can be influenced—but only by actual friends. And friendship isn’t about shared interests, group identity, or even opinions. It’s about shared goodness. That’s a high bar, and it has to be, because anything less leaves you at the mercy of the strongest force around you.
OTO taught me this the hard way: many supposed friends betrayed me. That sobered me up about the difference between group belonging and real friendship. It’s another reason why I won’t be swayed by strangers online. I’ve seen what fake allyship is worth. And I know what the real thing looks like.
The principles I stand on aren’t bargaining chips to keep people close; nor are they concessions to soften attacks. They’re the architecture of my own power: honesty, fairness, courage.
That’s the foundation of what I’m building—not an organization, but a life.
I think if some of my critics could see what was actually in my head and heart, they’d stop trying to influence me. Not because they’d agree with me, but because they’d realize how futile it is.
Take it. Leave it. Hate it. Try to make me feel terrible for saying it.
I don’t care.
If you want that kind of strength in your own life—or if you already have it—you might like my video coming out Tuesday. It’s about sovereignty and personal power.
Not a faction.
Not an army.
Not shallow allyship.
A city of refuge.