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…gn Man’s immortality? Our godhead swims, immune From death and destiny. Ignored the bubble in the flow Of love eighteen short years ago! Time—I embrace all time As my arm rings your waist. Space—you surpass, sublime, As, taking me, we taste Omnipotence, sense slaying sense, Soul slaying soul, omniscience. 203
…ce break, break, break At the birth of man from out the universe ! Hail to the Lord of the Sun, and the Sacred Rose! Master of space and time, thou subject god !|— Master of space and time! From the Underworld I speed upon the Way! Ho! Jupiter! Iam Mercury, the little light-heeled god, The summoner of the stars at choiring-time, When they sing thine earth, thine earth, thy sun-child. Yea! From out the deep is sung the song of joy, And the branches of all the trees in all the world Are shaken, and the twilight pools are stirred From slumber by t…
…light as lust. All these, all these I have found, oh, bitterness! O forsaken one, whom I have found, thou art ravished By the phallus of Time, of Time that pierceth thee So keenly that thou art torn, thy virgin body A prey to the lust of Time! Oh, bitterness ! Oh, threefold sadness! I have found thee now Too late, too late, too late. I am weary of flesh; It burns me now I have lost thee! I sicken of time, It sears me, sears me! Now, no longer unknown, I have found thee, the harlot goddess. Why camest thou not When thou wast pure as I, a new-pur…
…loudy Underworld. Oh! in the key of blue my lyre is tuned To the threefold mystery. O wandering stars! O lonely lights! The mysteries of time Fade and grow pale before the eternal cry! Light! Light! The doom of time is thrown to the winds— And I have set the secret wide and still In the heart of thee, my Mother; I have known The incarnate miracle of the birth of man, The twin of Time, the heir of the gods’ debauch ; The shedder of the raiment of the loom Whereon are woven birth and life and death. Yea! Is revealed the Sword, the eye of light! H…
…ge dreams that ever flow, yet flow amiss The while a slow voice whispers : “‘ This, perchance then ruts!” Yet never comes the right one. Time is ended. Time.and Eternity with Fate have blended 207
ROSA IGNOTA And I am in despair of Thee and Time. Weeping the trees, and all the streams grown sullen, Under the lowering skies and the bitter blasts— There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again! And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams! gray dreams! and the day is tired and dead. The bitter aftermath of summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought…
… ; I am weary Of all things: let me dream my life away. The breast of Fate is pregnant with Despair, Got on her by the piercing shaft of Time. Oh! Unborn child of Fate and Time, I am weary Of them that gave thee birth. Shall I love thee? O darling! Wilt thou come to me in the silence, Saying: “I bear the mystery of Time, And the secret of Fate?” I know not yet, but surely Thou shalt know of the Rose, the Rose, the Rose o’ the World! With thee shall I bear the chalice of blood-tipped lilies, The chalice of red, sweet lilies under the moon? But n…
…Is thine, and thou dost not remain for long: Thou tarriest not at all, Thou guardest all men’s bale Within the web of the Mystery called Time. And so no rime Of beauty or of truth shall serve Thee, until thou shalt swerve And fall. Who shall undo the wrong? What hand shall set thee free? And who shall lend his light that it may bring An end to the light I sing? My song, my song Is blasphemy to thee, Who knowest naught, I know, of thee and me; But only the wild grace, Abandoned, but in silent harmony, Under the starred sky’s face, Under the gree…
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES existing one, but in thyself, since no other can exist beside thee. Thou art the existing one, before time, and beyond space. Thou art indeed the existing one, and thine existence is so hidden, and so deep, that none can discover it, or penetrate its secret. “Thou art the living one, but not in fixed and known time; thou art the living one, but not by spirit or by soul; for thou art the Soul of all souls. Thou art the living one; but not living with the life of mortals, that is, like a breath, and whose end is to give f…
…. Let the Practicus be seated before a bare square table, and let an unknown number of small similar objects be thrown by his chela from time to time upon the table, and by that chela be hastily gathered up. Let the Practicus declare at the glance, and the chela confirm by his count, the number of such objects. The practice should be for a quarter of an hour thrice daily. The maximum number of objects should at first be seven. This maximum should increase by one at each practice, provided that not a single mistake is made by the Practicus in ap…
… to the article No. 9, “ Energized Enthusiasm,” a circumstance of exceptional interest has arisen. The author was not acquainted at that time with the literature of those gnostics who were the earliest and only true Christians. In Fragments of a Faith Forgotten, however, we find the following passage : “After the banquet they keep the holy all-night festival. And this is how it is kept. They all stand up in a body, and about the middle of the entertainment they first of all separate into two bands, men in one and women in the other. And a leade…
…birth, by the secret, shadowy, molten sea, Where Aphrodite sprang to greet the sun, Low voices murmur: shadowy Underworld In the void of time, light song of Erebus On the lips of a courtesan of Rome, ah! list! A wandering singer caught the light o’ the stars On his lips, and the sun-dawn of the world in his heart. For I that dwelt within the city of Time Was lost in a cloudy dawn; the silken veil Of dew that clothed the green grass of the fields
…oul as thou that I may be A citizen of the world! I will quench the fire Immortal in me! I will be as thou, Prostitute unto Pan and unto Time.— I will live upon the dreams thou givest me In fee for sated passion! Yea! I will be A vanquisher of genius, a dream palled With life and time, knowing naught else there be But thou, who art slime, whose fingers through the veil Transform the world to dust, the sun to fire, Life unto lust, love to polluted dreams Of rose-buds ruined by slimy worms that crawl, Seeking desire, through the crapulous bed of …
… is over now. We are one for ever, O my secret Rose, Pale phantom of the vastest god of rest, His wandering ghost, obsessed by space and time, Set free, a torment to the rolling worlds. And Life, a foe for ever more of Time Springs still, the ghost of No Thing. Oh, sweet hour 183
…e should continue assiduously for at least one year. The quickness of the chela in gathering up the objects is expected to increase with time. The practice need not be limited to a quarter of an hour thrice daily after a time, but increased with discretion. Care must be taken to detect the first symptom of fatigue, and to stop, if possible, even before it threatens. The practised psychologist learns to recognise even minute hesitations that mark the forcing of the attention. 2. Alternating with the above, let the Practicus begin this practice B…
…yptian Ritual of the Book of Dead,” another paper on the Old Rosicrucian Doctrines and one on Astrology, made their appearance, All this time articles were being written for the Masonic perodicals, and from 1855 up to the present time the best journals considered it an honour to publish his writings. These therefore can be found in the Freemason’s Magazine, Free- mason, Freemason’s Chronicle, Kneph (which he edited from 1885), the Transactions of Quatuor Coronati Research Lodge, and latterly in this maga- zine. Being much interested in Heraldry…
Be wary, though, and never stir a step from your own ground. You have (for the first time in English) got French slang correct; but you clearly don’t know India, and some terrible old bore has planted the worst and feeblest form THE EQUINOX of a very stale cobra story on your innocence. There are several mistakes in these few pages—climate and natural history in particular. Figure to yourself that this bit of the book reads to me almost as Trléy reads to you !— THE YELLOW Wuat-Ho. A subterfuge in fugues. The Blue Grotto. No publisher. No price.…
THE EQUINOX I am come to thank you for your gift, and, at the same time, to testify to my astonishment and disappointment.” Mr. Mapro_te. “ Your disappointment, sir! Pray explain yourself, I do not understand you.” “Jt isa lively regret to me, sir, to see you make mistakes which I have myself at one time made. But I had then, at least, the excuse of inexperience and youth. Your pamphlet lacks conviction, because it lacks discrimination. Your inten- tion was doubtless to protest against errors in belief, and abuses in morality: and behold, it is…
…prolongation of old age, and one has the right to ask from the science which we profess other privileges and other secrets. To be a long time young, or even to become young again, that is what would appear desirable and precious to the majority of men. Is it possible? We shall examine the question. The famous Count of Saint-Germain is dead, we do not doubt, but no one ever saw him grow old. He appeared always of the age of forty years, and at the time of his greatest celebrity, he pretended to be over eighty. Ninon de !l’Enclos, in her very old…
…“ Just about your height and breadth.” “It is well. Go, and continue to do what I told you.” The nine days rolled by; at the end of that time, a new visit; but this time he was absolutely radiant and excited. As soon as he caught sight of Eliphas : “Thanks, Master!” he cried. “The machine works! People whom I did not know have come to place at my disposal the funds which were necessary to carry out my enterprise; I have found again peace in sleep; and all that thanks to your power!” 159