Unto A Golden Dawn – Dossier 1 April 11, 2025 Internal Review Copy – Red-Cipher Access
NOTE FRAGMENT – UNDATED, TORN FROM A LARGER FILE Scorched along the edges, written in what appears to be a wax pencil. Marginalia scratched in pen overtop.
Salazar is stirring again. His face is not fixed. Sometimes he speaks through the boy. Sometimes through the Host. We no longer know where he ends.
The recursion has restarted. Poe is back in the record. Crowley has shifted again—he’s younger this time. The boy… the boy is watching. He watches us.
We must not look too long at the boy.
(Cross-reference: Subject F. No official file. Echoes present across timelines.)
Dossier Prepared for Internal Review — Classified Reader Authorization Level: Red-Cipher Access Date: February 3, 1947 Prepared by: Agent H. M. Caldwell, Division VII, Office of Anomalous Phenomena
To the authorized reader:
What follows is a compiled dossier of significant documents, correspondences, school reports, recovered statements, and limited observational transcripts concerning two individuals of interest: Edward Aleister Crowley and Edgar Allan Poe.
You are to review this dossier not as an idle historian but as an active participant in the protection of national and metaphysical security. The events herein do not remain confined to their period. Reports of unusual abilities—unverified but recurring—have emerged among a small but growing population, particularly among children of certain bloodlines or who have been exposed to forbidden texts. This file is part of a broader effort to trace the origin of these abilities and to understand the arcane systems that may be reasserting themselves in our post-war world.
Crowley, long known to us as The Catalyst, exhibits patterns consistent with what we have come to call ‘Reversal Manifestation’—a psychological and spiritual inversion that tends to precede anomalous activation. Poe, long presumed dead, appears in records where he should not, which in itself defies logic and suggests hidden hands at work.
Some believe a third figure is orchestrating these shifts. A writer, a watcher, or something that bleeds between roles. Known in fragments only as The Host, or The Editor. Possibly tethered to Subject F.
An early theory posited the existence of a singular, recursive antagonist—Salazar—a metaphysical editor who uses narrative as containment. It was dismissed due to lack of fixed form. But the name recurs.
One incident of note: During a field observation in Warwickshire in November of 1885, I witnessed Aleister Crowley and Edgar Allan Poe speaking near the edge of a streambed—beneath a leafless oak. Their voices carried strangely in the cold air. Poe asked, “Do you ever feel watched, even when you are alone?” Crowley responded, “You are not alone. He watches through you.” I believe he meant Salazar. Or perhaps something older.
Contextual Frame: The Office of Anomalous Phenomena (O.A.P.) was headquartered in a converted radar bunker outside Berlin, surrounded by repurposed barracks and observation towers still painted in flaking Allied gray. The winter of 1946–47 was bitter. Radio transmissions cracked with interference. Most agents were still half in uniform. Many of the documents were translated on-site by candlelight, as power outages were common.
We slept in staggered shifts beneath oilcloth maps and damp wool blankets, taking turns watching the perimeter. Our intelligence briefings referred to psychic contamination as “story leakage.” The term made some laugh. Those same men later stopped laughing, usually around the third sleepless night.
Study each entry carefully. Patterns will emerge. There are gaps. Some documents may have been redacted or lost. But if you read with discernment, you may come to understand why this file has survived every effort at suppression.
This is not just history. It is a warning.
—Agent H. M. Caldwell Division VII, O.A.P.
Filed under provisional authority pending further contact with Subject F. Any further messages that appear within the file system without an identifiable sender are to be logged but not engaged.
Caldwell’s journals, now kept in a secure vault beneath Station 12, refer often to dreams of broken mirrors and someone he only calls “the Boy Who Remembers.” He requested a final clearance rating for transfer to field observation before his disappearance in 1953. His badge was later found embedded in the bark of a lightning-struck tree.
Document 1: Teacher’s Report To: Mrs. Emily Crowley Date: October 3rd, 1885 From: Miss Judith Hargrove, St. John’s Preparatory School
Dear Mrs. Crowley,
I write today with concern regarding your son, Edward (Aleister). His behavior in class has grown increasingly erratic and defiant. He refuses to recite scripture, disrupts lessons with questions of an inappropriate nature, and has taken to drawing unsettling images in the margins of his schoolwork.
Aleister is an intelligent boy, but he seems determined to provoke and unsettle his peers. I’ve spoken with him privately, but he only smiles and claims not to understand what he’s done wrong.
Please advise how you would prefer we proceed.
Sincerely, Miss Judith Hargrove
Document 2: Mother’s Reply To: Miss Judith Hargrove Date: October 6th, 1885 From: Mrs. Emily Crowley
Miss Hargrove,
Your letter did not surprise me. Aleister has always been a difficult child—stubborn, secretive, and prone to fits of wickedness that no amount of discipline seems able to cure.
You ask how to proceed. I suggest you stop wasting your time. He is not like the other boys. He was never meant to be.
—Mrs. Emily Crowley
Document 2.5: Letter from Reverend Edward Crowley To: Miss Judith Hargrove Date: October 7th, 1885 From: Reverend Edward Crowley
Dear Miss Hargrove,
I appreciate your candor in describing Aleister’s behavior. I do not deny that he can be willful. But I have also seen in him a hunger for meaning. He asks difficult questions—but what are questions if not the seeds of faith, properly tended?
What he lacks is structure, discipline, and perhaps most of all, tenderness.
In Christ, Reverend Edward Crowley
Document 3: Letter from Lenore Wilkes To: Edgar Allan Poe Date: October 10th, 1885 From: Lenore Wilkes, Baltimore, Maryland
Dearest Edgar,
The mornings have grown cold here. I imagine you in a long coat, your hands hidden in your sleeves, your eyes scanning the foreign sky for something familiar. I hope you are finding some peace.
Your last letter brought me such joy and sorrow—I keep it folded beneath my pillow and read it when the nights stretch too long.
With all affection, Lenore
RESTRICTED INSERT – LEVEL BLACK – INTERFERENCE DETECTED The following message appears to override Caldwell’s field notes. Origin unknown.
You. Yes, you. Still reading? Still hoping for answers that don’t twist in your throat like wire?
How quaint.
You want to believe in a center. In a meaning. In a “them” that makes your “you” possible. But what if you’re the story, too?
I have worn many faces. Caldwell’s was just convenient.
Keep reading, little cipher.
Document 6: Letter from Aleister Crowley To: God (if He exists) Date: October 13th, 1885 From: Edward Aleister Crowley
I write this not as a prayer, but as a challenge.
You created this world in seven days? I will unmake it in seven acts. Even if I must rewrite myself again and again.
There’s a voice beneath God’s silence. I’ve heard it. I think it has a name.
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