I was informed earlier this year 2001 E.V. that Mr. Gerald Suster passed away in February. This came as a surprise to both myself and another friend of Gerald's as we were not even aware that he was in any way ill. According to another report we received on March 5th:
Gerald was cremated quietly in the presence of his immediate family in Golders Green Crematorium on Friday the 9th at 4:30 P.M.
I am generally not moved by the death of any man or woman. We are born into this world with the absolute certainty that we will one day die and leave this world behind. Death is a fact of life. Yet when I was informed of the loss of Gerald Suster I immediately felt the emptiness, the vacuum that was left in his place, a void that cannot be easily filled.
Gerald was a prolific writer and it seems to me one of the few sincere and devoted genuine Thelemites who, for a time, graced the occult community with his presence. This is not to say that we always agreed with one another upon the subject of Aleister Crowley or Thelemic matters, but with Gerald it was always easy to disagree like gentlemen ... like Thelemites ... without hostility and pettiness, discussion resulting in mutual enlightenment.
Details of Gerald's death being hard to come by, I waited a while to give Michaela Suster time to grieve and collect herself, and then finally wrote to her in June. I think it might be best, in this place, to allow Michaela's words to speak further of this matter.
Gerald died next to me in bed of a heart attack on February 2 just before noon. I knew there was something wrong because he was not breathing properly. The first thing I did was to ring up 999 for advice. I did my best to try and save him and then I rang up the ambulance service. By the time they arrived he was dead. The paramedics were decent and left me alone with Gerald. I put my head on his tummy, a habit I had been doing for eleven years of living together.
Gerald has 31 published books and many articles published in magazines. I do not have a list of everything. I think the first book he had published was The Devil's Maze and the last The Hell Fire Friars. We wrote 6 books together, but my favourite is the three volumes of The Black Pearl - erotica in the Victorian Era. In the morning I would make him his cup of tea before going to the library to do research.
I wish life were looking brighter. This house was burgled recently. They took my widow's jacket and some money.
It's a sad commentary on our society that upon the death of a good man his devoted widow is robbed. Much the same thing occurred to Sascha Germer after the death of her husband, Karl, and it gives one pause for wonder.
Gerald Suster was a gentleman, and in today's occult community that made him stand out like a glowing star in an often otherwise dark universe. There are few men I can say this about in this community of magicians, sorcerers, pagans, writers and would-be writers, perhaps mostly fadists, but by Horus, I liked this man. And yes, I don't think there is any question of it: Gerald Suster was a Thelemite.