Clouds they are without water, carried
about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth,
without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by
the roots ; raging waves of the sea, foaming
out their own shame; wandering stars, to
whom is reserved the blackness of darkness
for ever.
Clouds without Wa ter
EDITED FROM A PRIVATE M. S.
BY THE
Rev.
C. VEREY
(ALEISTER CROWLEY)
PRIVATELY PRINTED
FOR CIRCULATION AMONG MINISTERS OF RELIGION
1909