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…d of the Great Lie. Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations. There is no Silence in that Abyss: for all that men call Silence is Its Speech. This Abyss is also called ‘ Hell,’ and ‘The Many.’ Its name is ‘Consciousness,’ and ‘The Universe,’ among men. But THAT which neither is silent, nor speaks, rejoices therein.
…tzii. There was Siddartha. There was Krishna. There was Tahuti. There was Mosheh. There was Dionysus.’ There was Mahmud. But the Seventh men called PERDURABO; for enduring unto The End, at The End was Naught to endure.® Amen.
…on; it concerneth none below the grade of Exempt Adept, and such an one only by command. Also, since below the Abyss Reason is Lord, let men seek by experiment, and not by Questionings.
…ne mani- fested that returns into the Naught un- manifest. The All-Mighty, the All-Ruler, the All- Knower, the All-Father, adored by all men and by me abhorred, be thou accursed, be thou abolished, be thou annihilated, Amen!
…YGMI I distrust any thoughts uttered by any man whose health is not robust. All other thoughts are surely symptoms of disease. robust of men express no thoughts at all? They eat, drink, sleep, and copulate in silence. What better proof of the fact that all thought is dis-ease? We are Strassburg geese; the tastiness of our talk comes from the disorder of our bodies. We like it; this only proves that our tastes also are depraved and debauched by our disease.
KE®AAH O BROOMSTICK-BABBLINGS FRATER PERDURABO is of the Sanhedrim of the Sabbath, say men; He is the Old Goat himself, say women. Therefore do all adore him; the more they detest him the more do they adore him. Ay! let us offer the Obscene Kiss! Let us seek the Mystery of the Gnarled Oak, and of the Glacier Torrent! To Him let us offer up our babes! Around Him let us dance in the mad moonlight! But FRATER PERDURABO is nothing but AN EYE; what eye none knoweth. Skip, witches! Hop, toads! Take your plea-
… very fine; and ‘The Fatal Force’ is also a dramatic poem of singular power. Mr. Crowley has a claim to recognition as a true poet. Most men who have thought deeply on life’s problems recognize that the current religion of nearly all their fellow men is an idle mockery.. We cannot shrink from looking behind the veil, and asking ourselves— What is life at best?. Mr. Crowley seems to hold that the worldis reek- ing with rottenness—and he is, to a great extent, right... . These daring verses contain a large share of elemental truth. But we liveina…
…leven books wrote I; in each did I expound THE GREAT WORK fully, from The Beginning even unto The End thereof. Then at last came certain men unto me, saying: O Master! Expound thou THE GREAT WORK unto us, O Master! And I held my peace. O generation of gossipers! who shall deliver you from the Wrath that is fallen upon you? O Babblers, Prattlers, Talkers, Loquacious Ones, Tatlers, Chewers of the Red Rag that inflameth Apis the Redeemer to fury, learn firstwhat isWork! and THE GREAT WORK is not so far beyond!
KE®AAH NH HAGGAI-HOWLINGS Haggard am I, an hyaena; I hunger and howl. Men think it laughter—ha! ha! ha! There is nothing movable or immovable under the firmament of heaven on which I may write the symbols of the secret of my soul. of the Initiator in mine ear: yea, I abhor birth, ululating lamentations of Night! Agony! Agony! the Light within me deeds veils; the song within me dumbness. God! in what prism may any man analyze my Light? Immortal are the adepts; and yet They die— They die of SHAME unspeakable; They die as the Gods die, for SORROW.…
…sh some of them. The real trouble about Mr. Crowley is this: he is a true poet—he cannot compromise. The persecution of silly and unkind men has wounded him. It is for literary men now to come forward and stand by him. Hear this: ‘Wein the world of woe who stray Lift up our hearts to Thee and pray: Turn all our pain to virgin might, And all our sorrow into light!’ May his enemies learn from these words to ‘lift up’ their hearts with him.”—Euzglish Review. ‘**“ Mortadello’ is a drama of old Venice. It dis- plays a similar fearlessness of treatme…
…son. Explain thou snow to them of Andaman. The slaves of reason call this book Abuse-of- Language: they are right. Language was made for men to eat and drink, make love, do barter, die. The wealth of a language consists in its Abstracts; the poorest tongues have wealth of Concretes. Therefore have Adepts praised silence; at least it does not mislead as speech does. Also, Speech is a symptom of Thought. Yet, silence is but the negative side of Truth; the positive side is beyond even silence. Nevertheless, One True God crieth 2rzliu! And the laug…
KE®AAH O08 THE BAL BULLIER Some men look into their minds into their shame. These then proclaim ‘‘The Good Law” unto mankind. These preach renunciation, ‘‘ virtue,” cowardice in every form. These whine eternally. Smug, toothless, hairless Coote, debauch-emas- culated Buddha, come ye to me? I havea trick to make you silent, O ye foamers-at- the mouth! Nature zs wasteful; but how well She can afford it! Nature zs false; but I’m a bit of a liar myself. Nature zs useless; but then how beautiful she is! Nature zs cruel; but I too am a Sadist. The ga…
…uit, I. . The Unbroken, absorbing all, is called Darkness. 3. Fourteen letters. Quid Voles Illud Fac. Q.V.I.F. 196=14?, . They cause all men to worship it. . Masters of the Temple, whose grade has the mystic number 6 (=1+2-+ 3). . These are not eight, as apparent; for Lao-tze counts as O. . The legend of ‘* Christ” is only a corruption and perversion of other legends. Especially of Dionysus : compare the account of Christ before Herod/ Pilate in the Gospels, and of Dionysus before Pentheus in the Bacchae. . O, the last letter of Perdurabo, is N…
…ical or immoral or disastrous—whichis not true... . A casual carpenter wandered about a string of villages; and suddenly a horde of rich men and sceptics and Sadducees and respectable persons rushed at him and nailed him up like vermin; then people saw that he was a god. He had proved that he was not a common man, for he was murdered. And ever since his creed has proved that it is not a commen hypothesis; for it is hated. ‘Next week I hope to make a fuller study of Mr. Crowley’s interpretation of Buddhism... suffice for the moment to say that i…
…_column and a quarter in praise of this book in the Daily News; we quote the following: ‘“To the side of a mind concerned with idle merriment [sic!] there is certainly something a little funny in Mr. Crowley’s passionate devotion to deities who bear such names as Mout, and Nuit, and Ra, and Shu, and Hormakhou. They do not seem to the English mind to lend themselves to pious exhilaration. Mr. Crowley says in the same poem: ‘The burden is too hard to bear; I took too adamant a cross; This sackcloth rends my soul to wear, My self-denial is as dros…