I once studied under an interesting gentleman by the name of Stanley
Taylor. He was a Thelemite of alternate view. Had no appreciation
of Crowley nor the "The Book", yet gave me the key to its
implementation and the alternate temple.
I managed properties in Frisco for him. One of the job requirements
was to play chess with him several times on at least three occasions
a week. All part of a plot it turns out. He was a national class
chess champion, with a twist. I was a neighborhood class champion,
anxious to learn.
He obviously had some knowledge of Thelema, as well as even more
extensive knowledge of Fourth Way. He was an inventor, and filthy
rich. At the time he owned the block I resided on and the French
chateau at the corner of Scot and Hays streets. It was in the
opulent surroundings of that chateau that we played chess.
I did a lot of fishing during our games, looking for esoteric
knowledge, a better game, how to be a more effective inventor,
opportunities for wealth. The cunning old bastard gave me only one
instruction to cover them all. Immerse yourself in the game so much,
that you dream it in vivid detail, and you will win on the board. I
finally did...sadly only three times before his passing.