Oct 16 2013
Wales Online / Dave Nicholas
PHOTO: ALEISTER CROWLEY
The following is a copy of an email sent to me on Sunday and makes a nice little follow up to the Screaming Lord Sutch article that I put on here at the weekend.
The email contains information about a fella called Evan Morgan / Lord Tredegar, who was a good friend of Aleister Crowleys.
According to Wikipedia:
Morgan came from what the Duke of Bedford described as “the oddest family I have ever met”; his mother is rumoured to have built bird nests big enough to sit in; in 1925 his sister, Gwyneth Ericka Morgan, was found dead aged 29 in the River Thames, while his father owned one of the largest yachts in the world.
Morgan also sounds like the perfect candidate for Jimmy Saviles role model.
The reason I say that is because Tredegor was amongst other things:
- A sexual deviant, fond of fucking the dead, kids and probably animals too.
- A kings bum boy.
- Highly thought of by the
British RoyalGerman Family
- A Satan worshipper
- Good friend to a couple of Prime Ministers
- An MI5 Spy
Moreover, all the usual suspects are mentioned… And unsurprisingly he was a member of the House of Lords.
I’ve also added an article about the sick fuck immediately below the email
If nothing else, the two pieces of writing are proof perfect that fuck all ever changes with these foul rich cunts.
And I do like proper history.
So much better than the shite they teach you at school… And it really does repeat itself.
I was just reading your article on ‘Screaming Lord Sutch’ which included a lot of background to the goings ons in the 60s and 70s and included the mention of Aleister Crowley.
I recognised the name straight away as i have recently been doing some research into Evan Morgan,who was Lord Tredegar (Newport,South Wales ) in the 1930s/40s.
Evan Morgan was quite a character.
Well known for throwing wild parties at Tredegar which included plenty of young males (being married to a beautiful woman didn’t seem to be enough),keeping a menagerie of animals including a Kangaroo and a Bear and keeping company with many famous and influential people of the day,including Crowley.
Morgan was an occultist and had a Magic Room at Tredegar House of which Crowley said,it was the most magnificent he had ever seen.
Crowley described Evan Morgan as ‘Adept of Adepts’.
Morgan was known as The Great Master of the Black Mass and apparently had a morbid taste for bones (Necromania?) and would conduct divinations at Tredegar wearing Egyptian robes of a dead Witch.
Whilst taking part in these activities,Morgan also spent one month a year at The Vatican as a Papal Chamberlain, no one could figure how he secured such a position.
Morgan was also linked to the intelligence services and was with MI8 during WW2.
He let some classified information slip to some Girl Guides that just happened to be in his office and he ended up in the Tower of London accused of treason. An officer tried to get him Court Marshalled but MI5 stepped in (why MI5?) and this never happened however the officer who attempted to bring the Court Marshall died soon after.
It would be interesting to know just how deep into the Services,Morgan was involved and what his role was.
Morgan was returned to Tredegar where he continued his lifestyle. This still meant throwing lavish parties which were attended by the likes of Aldous Huxley (New World author),KGB Agents and foreign Royals. It is questioned whether he was still in the pay of the Intelligence Services and these parties were to gain intell from his guests. Or (and this is me surmising) possibly to get them totally legless,have some compromising situations arranged and photographed and therefore,MI5 or whoever would have a hold on some pretty useful people.
Evan Morgan died in 1949 at the relatively young age of 56 (i think).
Hope you don’t mind me contacting you with this info Chris but i thought it may be of interest to you and to be honest,Morgans lifestyle seems to have been similar to that of many of the toe-rags you have investigated on your site. Thought of by the public as slightly eccentric but upstanding and honest in the main until someone like yourself starts to do a little investigating and then the truth appears.
Thanks for an excellent website and keep up the good work.
The spying Welsh Lord, his occult secrets, and the dancing kangaroo
A new book about the notorious Lord Tredegar Evan Morgan aims to tell his outrageous story for the first time
He was the Pope’s right hand man, a practising occultist, a spy and a fantasist.
His wild society parties attracted everyone from HG Wells to high profile Nazis – all of whom he’d entertain by dancing with his pet kangaroo.
But now a new book about the notorious Lord Tredegar Evan Morgan, entitled Hush Hush: The Peculiar Career of Lord Tredegar, aims to tell his outrageous story in full for the first time.
It also aims to redress the legacy of a man who, while eccentric – possibly to the point of madness – deserved greater recognition for how he served his country.
Writing it has been a labour of love for its author Paul Busby, who first fell under Morgan’s alluring spell while working at Tredegar House in Newport, the late aristocrat’s former home.
“I got there as a tour guide 14 years ago and can recall being shown the ropes by an elderly volunteer,” said the 34-year-old historian.
“And, as we passed by paintings of such family luminaries as the first Viscount Tredegar, who featured in mighty military operations like The Charge of the Light Brigade, he stopped and pointed at Evan’s portrait, saying, ‘and this one here should have been throttled at birth’.
“Well, after that I just had to find out more,” he said, adding that he was first intrigued by the paradox of Morgan being both chamberlain to Pope Pious XI and a veteran dabbler in the Black Arts.
“He’d met and become friends with infamous occultist Aleister ‘The Great Beast’ Crowley in Paris in the 1920s.
“In fact, Crowley called him Adept of Adepts, which means ‘the best of the best’ – Evan also went by the name The Black Monk, although you couldn’t fail to spot him with his robes on because that big beak of a nose would always poke out from underneath his cowl.”
So how on Earth did he serve so highly in the papacy for most of the 1920s and 1930s?
“Good question, to which my answer is ‘don’t know’,” said Busby.
“I’m not sure why the Vatican, where Evan lived for one month of each year, put up with it – it’s also said he’d often go directly from his papal duties to the grave of the Romantic poet Shelley in Rome and perform incantations.”
Perhaps – given that King Paul of Greece took him as a lover and Queen Mary called him her “favourite bohemian” as he read her palm – it was all down to how well connected he was?
“Well, British Intelligence certainly used him, and he was close to the likes of Lloyd George and Churchill’s Minister of Information, Brendan Bracken,” said Busby.
“Ultimately though, he was a consumptive who, despite being desperate to join in the second World War effort, got turned away by the Welsh Guard.
“So he ended up being put in charge of the Third Monmouthshire Battalion of the Home Guard – essentially he was our version of Captain Mainwaring from Dad’s Army.”
And several of Morgan’s attempt at foiling Nazi plots might well have been lifted directly from the script of that classic sit-com.
“While he was with MI8 he hatched a plan to drop hundreds of spy pigeons from planes, but they just ended up getting sucked into their engines,” he said.
“Effectively, he just ended up showering the enemy with mince meat.
“And let’s not forget the time he blabbed top secret information to some girl guides he’d shown around his office.
“He got a spell in the Tower of London for that and MI5 had to bail him out. Why MI5? Again, maybe he knew too much and had to be kept in check.
“Furthermore, the chap who tried to have Evan court marshalled ended up dying mysteriously a short while later – it’s suggested he and Crowley had performed some kind of ritual to bring it about.”
Severely reprimanded, Morgan was sent back to Wales to see out his days throwing the sort of boozy bashes he’d hosted in his ‘30s heyday – his guests ranging from Brave New World author Aldous Huxley to KGB agents and Hitler’s close friend Princess Stephanie Hohenlohe.
“Was Evan still gathering intel for the secret services? We can’t be too sure because he could also be something of a Walter Mitty.”
But, be it truth or lies, the life of Lord Tredegar often proved so much stranger than fiction.
“It’s like Aldous Huxley himself once said, ‘Why even bother trying to make up characters for one’s books when real people like Evan Morgan already exist,” added Busby.
Hush Hush: The Peculiar Career of Lord Tredegar will be out later this year