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THE EQUINOX according to the powers of attainment, but in all cases these journeys would be of little use unless method were brought into the extraordinary chaos which they at first reveal. And, as in Geography, little information could be obtained of the configuration of the Earth’s surface unless explorers set out with a definite object in view, such as Columbus had when he set out on his great journey of discovery, and equipped with definite instruments; so in these Astral journeys, little or no spiritual information can be obtained unless t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 236
THE EQUINOX and myriads of little spheres, which he feels are in Reality one Great Ocean if he could only make them unite. Each stage above him is his Ultimate goal for the time being. Possessing one little sphere, his one and only object is to unite it to another, or another to it; not two others, not to the whole, but only to that Ove Other. For the time being (let it appear as if it were for all time to the initiate), that Oxe Other is God and Very God—the Omega of his quest, and that a// others are Devils that would tempt and seduce him. Th…
1909 · PDF PAGE 121
…ater to hear. “Come,” said Frédéric, “I will present you to him.” “Monseigneur,” he said, as Roderic stood before him, ready to make his little bow, “let me present Monsieur Mason, an Englishman.” The old fellow took little notice. Said Frédéric in his ear: “Monsieur lives on the Boulevard St. Germain, and loves to paint the streets.” The old man rose with alacrity, smiled, bowed, was en- chanted to meet one of the gallant allies whose courage had— he spoke glibly of the Alma, Inkerman, Sebastopol. The little comedy had not been lost on Roderic…
1909 · PDF PAGE 123
…to the boulevard, where, hailing a fiacre, they jumped in and clattered down towards the Seine. Roderic sat well back in the carriage, a little lost in thought. But the old man sat upright, and peered eagerly about him. Once he stopped the cab suddenly at a house with a low railing in front of it, well set back from the street, jumped out, examined it minutely, and then, with a sigh and a shake of the head, came back, a little wearier, a little older. They crossed the Seine, rattled up the Rue Bonaparte, and stopped at the door of Roderic’s stu…
1909 · PDF PAGE 218
THE EQUINOX We have tried to bind him with song and with old customs, but they only held him for a little while, and he has always smitten us and mocked us. When he is blind he shall dance to us and make sport. Great clumsy Time shall stumble and dance, who liked to kill little children and can hurt even the daisies no longer. Then shall our children laugh at him who slew Babylon’s winged bulls and smote great numbers of the elves and fairies, when he is shorn of his hours and his years. We will shut him up in the Pyramid of Cheops, in the grea…
1909 · PDF PAGE 117
THE DREAM CIRCEAN I AU “LAPIN AGILE” PERCHED at the junction of two of the steepest little streets in Montmartre shines the “ Lapin Agile,” a tiny window filled with gleaming bottles, thrilled through by the light behind, a little terrace with tables, chairs, and shrubs, and two dark doors. Roderic Mason came striding up the steepness of the Rue St. Vincent, his pipe gripped hard in his jaw; for the hill is too abrupt for lounging. On the terrace he stretched himself, twirled round half a dozen times like a dervish, pocketed his pipe, and went …
1909 · PDF PAGE 119
…e of a dance than a walk, easily dominated the company. Yet there was at least one really remarkable figure in the pleasant gloom of the little cabaret. A man sat there, timid, pathetic, one would say a man often rebuffed. He was nigh seventy years of age, maybe; he looked older. For him time had not moved at all, ap- parently; for he wore the dress of a beau of the Second Empire. Exquisitely, too, he wore it. Sitting back in his dark corner, the figure would have gained had it been suddenly transplanted to the glare of a State ball and the ste…
1909 · PDF PAGE 385
IV I was a prisoner. An inextricable entanglement of tropical creepers encircled the little oasis. A small path had been managed, but it was severely guarded at the other end. What doom had been prepared for me? For what purpose had these two handsome creatures been left with me? I only reproduce here an infinitesimal part of the numberless thoughts which came to my mind in that moment. However—for this should prove a too long narrative— IT soon ceased ruminating upon the future, for the women began singing a sort of cheerless lay. ‘“ How, fah,…
1909 · PDF PAGE 370
…ns all that I know for for a better use of their faculties.” certain.” No name of author was to be seen. In the fourth compartment was a little framed picture, and though I examined it very closely I was not able at first to realise what the subject of the picture was. From a shallow little boat a gigantic snake was seen to emerge, fiercely staring, and on the opposite corner wasa round black spot. As, when a child throws a stone in a river, the waves extend farther and farther, shunning the bruises which the child has inflicted.upon them, in a…
1909 · PDF PAGE 393
…implified “speling.” Who shall cleanse the astral cesspool of these mental necrophiles ? And think of having a name like Hudson Tuttle ! LitTLE Book OF SELECTIONS FROM THE CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT. By RuFus M. Jones, M.A., Litt-D. Headley Bros., 1s. 6d. net. I dislike Brochette de Paragraphes, and I dislike second-raters. “Let the dead bury their dead!” But Dr. Jones apologises prettily enough. May I point out to him that his clients (even) demand the focussing of the attention on something or other, and that this ‘Tit-Bits’ method is the contradi…
1909 · PDF PAGE 92
…ot out of it by quietly painting a “Heart girt with a Serpent,” or a “Winged Globe” or some similar device. If I persist, seeing that my little gift of language must be mine for some purpose, and therefore for this purpose, since no other purpose can there be, let my rationalist friends excuse me, as the agony of my impotence most terribly avenges them. Concerning the methods of obtaining these particular states, I am almost at one with Sri Parananda, my godly friend, when he talks of “the Grace of the Lord Shiva,” and with my ungodly friend Bh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 126
…ave yet been inhuman, impossible; to the voice that answered .. . ! “Tt was a voice like the tinkling of a fairy bell. Whoever spoke was little more than a child ; and her answer had the purity and strength of an angel. That even the foul monster who addressed her could support it, unblasted, was matter for astonishment. “Now the older voice broke into filthy insult, a very frenzy of malice. “T heard—O God !—the swish of a whip, and the sound of it falling upon flesh. “ There was silence awhile, save for the hideous laughter of the invisible ho…
1909 · PDF PAGE 375
THE MAN-COVER Carlyle puts it; and considering—as I think necessary to conclude, contrary to the immortal Scotsman—considering how very little more we know about the most important questions which concern the human race than did our tailed ancestors, it might strike the reflective mind with some surprise that, however unpleasant they may be froma personal point of view, the most wondrous and striking experiences which I am undergoing will doubtless be of no little help to the dond-fide thinkers of our present day. Dean Swift and Samuel Butler s…
1909 · PDF PAGE 390
…ned alive, for form’s sake, and in order to show their fellow black men that my justice was impartial; but apart from this unim- portant little fact nothing followed the recovery of the mighty box. I had undertaken the difficult task of civilising the negroes ; and as it would be quite impossible for me to lose for an instant the sight and thought of my personal mission, I was not a little perplexed at the duality it presented at first. But I soon found out the truth. Cut in the most precious wood of the island, a cover was made of my shape, an…
1909 · PDF PAGE 127
…costume; for though the summer was at its height she was clad from head to foot in ermine, starred, more heavily than is usual, with the little black tails in the form offleurs-de-lis. “In extreme contrast to this monster was a young girl crouching upon the floor. At first sight one would have hardly suspected a human form at all, for from her head flowed down on all sides a torrent of exquisite blonde gold, that completely hid her. Only two little hands looked out, clasped, pleading for mercy, and a fairy child-face, looking up—in vain—to that…
1909 · PDF PAGE 235
…the Sun, the Wind, and the Ocean ?—indeed the ways of God are inscrutable and past finding out. Thus the Unobtainable tempts us, and the little segments of God that we see become to us the fiercest and most terrible of the Dog- faced Demons which seduce us from the path. He is always at our elbow, whispering, tempting, jeering, advising and helping us; He it is that casts despair upon us when we have done nothing wrong, and elation when we have done nothing right; He it is who is ever rising before us like a mist to obscure our path or to magni…
1909 · PDF PAGE 298
…are, with dire prognostication and portent of disaster, a gargoyle torn from the very roof of that temple on the floor of which he, as a little child, is as yet but learning to crawl. The result being, as it proved in most cases, as disastrous as it was lamentable. There is a time and a place for everything, and there is a right use for the affectation of knowledge just as there is a wrong one. When a child has learnt the simple rules of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division; it is legitimate to ask it to solve some simple little p…
1909 · PDF PAGE 391
THE MAN-COVER little error they treat me gently and worship me so much that they seem very much concerned every time I venture myself out of their sight. The sailor, my lieutenant, calls them “Nurse,” but then he is such a simple fellow! Remembering the Laws of Manu, and how it is there said that there are seven kinds of wife, z.e., a wife like a thief, like an enemy, like a master, like a friend, like a sister, like a mother, like a slave, and that the last four are good and the last of all the best, I cannot quite agree with the ancient. My w…
1909 · PDF PAGE 246
THE EQUINOX Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage.” A time of transition was at hand, a spiritual renaissance was about to take place, so little wonder is it that we find P. much like St. Augustine lamenting his outward search, and crying with him: “I, Lord, went wandering like a strayed sheep, seeking Thee with anxious Reasoning without, whilst Thou wast within me. I wearied myself much in looking for Thee without, and yet Thou hast Thy habitation within me, if only I desire Thee and pant after Thee. I went round the Streets and Squares of the C…
1909 · PDF PAGE 351
…RMAIDS mother lying on her side with her head on the rock, and the tears were streaming from her eyes. So he stooped down and placed the little selkies near her, and the mother clasped them to her bosom with her megs and then she looked up into Mansie’s face, and all the happiness in the world was in that look: for on that day the selkie did everything but speak. Mansie was a young man then, and some time afterwards he married and settled on the west of Eday. One evening when he was fishing for sillocks on an ebb-rock, which could only be reach…