A staunch materialist and mechanist whose sole use for occultist beliefs and practices is as background or plot devices, to be used sparingly, in the stories by which he gives expression to the dreams into which all irrational and inexplicable elements in his psyche are forced to find their outlet, a few decades after his death is found to inspire occultist groups worldwide, more than one naming itself after a cult, sect or clique from his fiction.
Similarly, decades previously, a radical poet turned amateur Egyptologist fills his writings with such glamours that the volumes which he put forth as a naturalistic and evolutionist account of human history are enthusiastically quoted by the same kind of theosophists and esotericists who are roundly abused throughout their pages; and while the mainstream forgets him, the interest of occultists ensures his books remain in print a century after his death.
Or, in other words, in the course of another attempt to break my online game addiction without carving tally-marks on my forearms with a Stanley knife in the process, I've hauled my copy of A Book of the Beginnings off the shelf where it's been gathering dust for a year or two and managed to scan all of another 70 pages (since it still hasn't become available on Google Books or the Internet Archive). These volumes would appear to be vital to Massey's attempt to prove the Egyptian origins of everything, although without some understanding of the system of Typology developed in The Natural Genesis, the whole thing will probably look like nonsense.
Anyway, when I've done as much of this as I can face tonight, the images will be posted on Scribd.
(A bit later): Done. Front matter and chapters 1-4 (pp. 1-179 of 503).
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