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1929 · PDF PAGE 344

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…gous to the physical formula of the Arabs. She made me wonder, in fact, if the secret of puritanism was not to heighten the intensity of love by putting obstacles in its way. I regard the idea as entirely morbid and objectionable. Artificial impediments to nature are necessarily as disastrous as natural ones. The essence of my objection to English ideas of morality is just this: that sexual relations are over emphasized and assume an entirely disproportionate value. The formula of the average novel is to keep the reader in suspense about the lo…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 212

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…l than the amateur. The desire for exclusive possession is one of the most idiotic and bestial pieces of vanity in human psychology. But love can exist between man and woman entirely independent of any sexual relations between them. The condition of this love is that both parties should have completely mastered their sexual natures; for otherwise their mutual relations are not free to love decently until they have analysed themselves completely and swept away ever\ trace of mystery from sex; and this means the acquisition of a profound philosop…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 129

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… annoyed to this day when I think of it. I ought to have followed the ideal of Gauguin. It was absurd to have got so far only to fall in love with a white woman. I know now that white women introduce the idea of impurity into love in one way or another. There is something either vicious or intellectual about them. Love should be a strictly physiological matter, with just that amount of natural emotion that goes with it. But then, such simple happiness is not for me. Anyhow, I decided to spend a month on Waikiki Beach. I had a vague idea of gett…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 247

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…r that every trifling symptom, from headache to ingrowing toe-nails, is the result of secret vice. The plain truth of the matter is that love stories are only fit for the solace of people in the insanity of puberty. No healthy adult human being can really care whether so-and-so does or does not succeed in satisfying his physiological uneasiness by the aid of some particular person or not. The Woman in White and The Moonstone illustrate the situation with singular clearness. Despite the astounding power of Wilkie Collins to draw characters, he c…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 506

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…foot upon the neck of the Snake that strove to shake my faith in the existence of perfection. On July 8th, the Cat returned to New York. Love had conquered. We consecrated ourselves that same night to its service. But though the Cat had given herself thus simply and straightforwardly, she enjoyed the exercise of her power over me by tormenting me with doubts of her truth. She pretended to be disgusted by the sexual side of love and in a thousand ways kept me on pins and needles. Not many days elapsed before she suddenly left the city without le…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 131

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

131 I turned then sadly from Daibutsu, as I had turned from love, ambition and ease, my spirit silently acquiescing in the arcane arbitrament of the mysterious daimon who drove me darkly onward; how I knew not, whither I knew not, but only this, that he was irresistible as inscrutable, yet no less trustworthy than titanic. Alas! The failure of Alice to reach the summit of live! Thence are the valleys of virtue, the rivers of respectability and the sheepfolds of society seen dim and dull in the distance, bestially beneath our sparkling snows, or…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 492

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… quite as well. Convinced after many desperate efforts that I would not run after her or even walk her way, she began to understand true love, to recognize me as her master and quit playing the {774} fool. She did not divine that my Gibraltar firmness was calculated policy. I really loved her and knew that the only hope of making her love me was to kill the vanity which prevented her from being true to herself, and giving her whole heart. Before I left for New Hampshire, we had a farewell meeting. She was now too far advanced in gestation to ap…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 248

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…s, The Pickwick Papers, Vanity Fair, Armadale, The Shaving of Shagpat, The Way of all Flesh, the Cabell epic: what have these to do with love? In France it is the same. It can be done once. Aucassin and Nicolette. But afterwards! Think of a nice young girl introduced into La Peau de chagrin, La Cousine Bette, Le Cousin Pons, Le Pčre Goriot, Eugénie Grandet, Le Colonel Chabert. There is not one story in all Balzac where love is the saving or even the main motive. Dumas --- think of d'Artagnan in love with a nice young lady and living happy ever …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 271

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…mpatient than before of Buddhists, their parochial morality and their emphasis on the evils of existence. But I wrote a few lyrics about love and nature which are still among my best. I may mention "The Song". Dance a measure ....Of the tiniest whirls! Shake out your treasure ....Of cinnamon curls! Tremble with pleasure ....O wonder of girls! Rest is bliss, ....And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss ....If you love me best! Hold me like this ....With my hand on your breast! There was also "Said", inspired by my week in Cairo: "Patchouli", a shot of …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 224

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

224 Jan. 1st. Began badly: missed dear and hare. So annoyed. Yet the omen is that the year is well for works of love & union; ill for those of hate. Be mine of love! This entry does not sound as if I were still wholly lunatic in the rays of the honeymoon. The explanation is that the mere fact of getting back to camp life reawakened in me the old ambitions and interests. It may be part of my feeling for ritual that to put on certain types of clothes is to transform my state of mind. However lazy I may be, I have merely to change trousers for kni…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 491

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

491 ....Soars through the boundless blue to greet Apollo: ....I call my love by name. Remote and hollow The rocks re-echo me: "Hilarion!" How pure and beautiful the body is Lapped in fatigue's caressing ecstasies! ....For then the soul is free to leap above it, To soar, to dive, to seek and find his mate In the dominion of the uncreate, ....And lastly --- to return to it, and love it! This was my last adventure. I returned to New York by short stages and resumed the anchorless tossing. The one new feature was my affair with Stuart X. The next a…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 221

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221 The scent of all thy beauty burns upon the ....wind. The deep perfume Of our own love is hidden in our hearts, ....the invulnerable ring. No man shall know. I bear thee down unto ....the tomb, beyond the tomb, Rose on the breast of the world of spring! I went upstairs. I began to suspect the truth, that my absolute indifference to rose, combined with my perfectly casual willingness to marry her in order to do her a service, as one might offer a stranger one's place in an omnibus, had purged her heart of its passion for the fat sensuality of…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 322

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…d that the Oracle is confused, contradictory and uneven, because of the interference of our personalities. There was the question of our love affair. I was absolutely in love with Rose in the ordinary sense of the term. My love for Fidelis excluded the material almost entirely. I was very proud of my love for Rose and very happy in it. The one thing I feel sure of is this: that we had a superb opportunity to take up the Great Work together and that we missed it on account of our determination to see things with our own eyes. We were, no doubt, …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 345

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… sprang up for the few days {557} necessary to give me the required inspiration for my climax. I could only heighten the intoxication of love by spurring it to insanity. This, in fact, is a final criticism of love itself as such, and justifies all that has been said about it by the Buddha --- and even by the Church. It justifies my own attitude that love must be resolutely torn from the throne in the human heart which it has usurped. One must not set one's affections on things below; one must find an answer to old age and death. "Only those are…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 222

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…merica, with all its material prosperity, has no soul. Nor is a man rich while he confines his purchases to things which are useful. The love of my wife had made me the richest man on earth and developed my human soul to its full stature. I could afford to build a temple to love, and that of course had to be stupendous, useless and immortal. I made one disconcerting discovery, though not till long afterwards; this: that the erotic poetry does not spring from supreme satisfaction. Indeed, my life was a perfect lyric and left no surplus energy to…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 343

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…upremely romantic. The burden of his life fell from the shoulders of the poet. I experienced that spontaneous and irresistible stroke of love which only exists when the beauty of the human form and the beauty of the rest of nature are harmonized automatically. It was one of those experiences which come even to the most romantic poets, and to them only too few times in a decade. Fuller always maintained that the lyric in which I celebrated that night was the greatest that had ever been written of its kind. I can do no less than ask public opinio…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 315

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…he dewdrop woos the ocean. I had all the innocence and helplessness if a child at the period when it gropes instinctively for someone to love it, someone whom it knows and trusts, who is infinitely strong, infinitely wise and infinitely kind. {514} I am not quite sure why I chose the word "Augoeides" to represent my thought. It may well be because it was not spoilt for me by any personal association with the past. I have been carried away by the necessity of simplifying (to the utmost of my ability) the story of my passage through the Abyss. I …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 525

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… of the Law is the establishment of right relations between any two things which come into contact: the essence of such relations being "love under will". The only way to keep out of trouble is to understand and therefore to love every impression of which one becomes conscious. Even in my political articles I make the Law of Thelema the sole basis of {828} my articles. I apply it, in short, to every circumstance of life, securing in this way a completely coherent point of view. Most men and practically all Anglo-Saxons have an elaborate system …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 482

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ed. I prefer to leave the passages which relate to him as they stand. His death adds grief to my thoughts of him; nothing can add to the love I have always had for him, or the honour in which I have always held him. protested that he did not know it himself. It didn't matter much then; it doesn't matter at all now. But I want to recall to Eckenstein that I stood pat! I did not ask him to vindicate himself. I do not empanel a jury of jackals to try a lion. I do not believe that Eckenstein was in full possession of his senses when he signed that …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 59

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… a fleeting visit to town, when the sunlight excites and the breeze braces one. It is this idea of the Young Dionysus with which I am in love. I always feel myself as about eighteen or twenty; I always look at the world through those eyes. It is my constant sorrow that things do not always accommodate themselves to that point of view; and it is my eternal mission to redeem the universe to that state of intoxicated innocence and spiritual sensuality. I bring ye wine from above. ...From the vats of the storied sun. For every one of ye love, ...An…

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