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…? Chastity. I. What is my weapon? Vigilance. I. Whom do we serve? The Lady Artemis. !. How many are her servants? Nine. [. Who are they? Three for the dew; three for the rain; and three for the snow. CANCER. I. Who are the great Officers? 1 [3
…at wilderness of wills and wits, Let spring that fountain in eternal halls. And this: Sulphur, Salt, and Mercury: Which is master of the three? Salt is Lady of the Sea; Lord of Air is Mercury. Now by God’s grace here is salt Fixed beneath the violet vault. Now by God’s love purge it through With our right Hermetic dew. Now by God wherein we trust Be our sophic salt combust. Then at last the Eye shall see Three in One and One in Three, Sulphur, Salt, and Mercury, Crowned by Heavenly Alchemy!
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…Rolles bowed his head in silence. “I am thought itself,” she went on quietly, “And all thought is Ι. Ι am knowledge. All knowledge is in three. Three hundred and thirty-three. I am half the Master. I have cut him in two." The adept shuddered. ”That was when I was an axe. I will not be an arrow. I will be an axe, . . .᾽᾽ She gave a giggle. “ Ι am gleeful by reason of hate.” There was a pause. 131
THE SCORPION A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY “ God is Love.”—Epistles of St John ό7
…thy brothers. Thou hadst the hawk’s eye, and the deer’s foot; and thine hand on the bowstring was surer and stronger than thy father’s ! Three, of my five, my five that should guard me and cherish me! Three taken, and two left! Yet, while one is left . . . LEDMIYA [at window]. The battle is fiercer every moment. Hundreds and hundreds must be killed. But the press is thinner. I can make out the banners. Oh! I can see Sliman’s banner ! LAYLAH. Let me see! let me seel [She rushes to window] Yes! it flows free in the good air! How fierce he fights. I can…
…dow stood a physician ; at the bedside sat a nurse, and in her arms a Child. “ Brother! ” she said faintly, “ the number of the grade is Three, and I have given myself three times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead…
…ith a touch of anxiety, “He has the weight, and the experience, and the record.” “Fools are betting he will. My money is on the man with three years younger, six inches taller, and twelve inches longer reach to his credit. And a twenty—four times harder skull.” “ It’s his skin I love." " The only thing a woman ever can love." “ And his activity” " Exactly. You cannot understand Being, which is Peace.” “ Don’t! You are near my secret, now." “ Wait till the grey hours I " She dropped three napoleons on the plate, and disdaining to wait for the ch…
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Then—even then—we are here, Jeanne! We love—we shall die, sweet heart, take cheer, Jeanne I We are bound to a fate that brings release; We move in a moi] that must one day cease; We shall win to the everlasting peace, Jeanne! And how things are, and why, and whence Are puzzles for fools that lack the sense Of cows—enough of the future tense, Jeanne! For the end of love and the end of art Is just—my ear against your heart! ALEISTER CROWLEY. 51
…shing, even to us; under the old empirical, dogmatic methods people could work really hard for years, and get absolutely nothing; in our three years’ experience with the A A.'.. we have not found one man in whom three months’ work has not produced at least one notable result. What can we add but this: Blessing and worship to the Beast, the Prophet of the Lovely Star!
CONTENTS EDITORIAL LIBER Χ LIBER XVI LIBER XC LIBER CLVI LIBER CC LIBER CCCLXX THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON. BY ALEISTER CROWLEY CIRCE. BY .₪!-?טיהARCHER THE ELECTRIC SILENCE SONG THE SCORPION. By ALEISTER CROWLEY THE EARTH. BY FRANCIS (?עמושש SLEEP. Βγ ETHEL ARCHER THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON. BY MARTIAL NAV THE AUTUMN WOODS‘ BY VICTOR I. I. NEUBURG THE DANGERS OF MYSTICISM THE BIG STICK‘ BYחו-?]םצYARKER, E.?"!שממשAnus-rm CROWLEY, ETC. SPECIAL SUPPLEMENT THE RITES OF ELEUSIS no: I7 23 29 33 52 53 66 67 103 1x2 ”3 149 !53 x6e [n: παπαῖ;;מ”חש/חן …
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON I THE WAIF OF OCEANUS TO FRANK HARRIS SHE is like a flower washed up On the shore of life by the sea of luck ; A strange and venomous flower, intent To prove an unguessed continent. New worlds of love in the curve of its cup! New fruits to crush, new flowers to pluck. White waif, white champak-blossom blown From the jungle to the lost lagoon ! White lily swayed by the wind of time ! Grey eyes that crave the chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurrica…
ACT I SCENE: The desert. In the feregroana’, a walled well with 70 a lever. Three [fa/ms Tall grasses. The ground is uneven In the haehgronnd other palms, among which are several military chargers, held by esqnires. Around the well are Knights Templar; armed, ;!!!/?051715 Also JOCELYN, a troahaa’onri JOCELYN [sings to his !!!/”?[ : Noon slumbers softly in the palms ; The desert breezes whisper psalms ; And we who rest must rise and ride Beneath the banner cruciform That braves the Saracen and the storm, This blessed Christmastide. For we are ha…
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Doth not the World's great Alchemist Rule earth's alembic with the sun ? Is not the mind a foolish mist, And is not water one? The slim white body that you gave, Wild Jaja’, with exotic nautches Wanton and wonderful, a wave Of debonair debauches, Is worth the virgin limbs and lips Of her the virtuous, the viceless, With life who never came to grips, Who gave me nothing priceless. Give me the purity distilled From dervish sweat and satyr bruises. The Holy Graal with wine is filled From no unbroken cruses. Doth not the …
VI THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Oh, your love was a marvellous thing, [63111161 It was dawn, it was fire, it was birth, it was spring, Jeanne! But this is the curse, that it quickens its rate, Lest man by love should escape from fate And win from the dust to the Uncreate, Jeanne ! Nay, we are lovers, you and I— And we must die, and our love must die! How have we striven, each of us, Jeanne! To break the bars of the prison-house, Jeanne! We have raged like cats in a ring of fire, Driven by desire that was true Desire, The hate οί the lower, the lov…
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Pallid, a mummy throned, she sits ; The Egyptian eyes, the Egyptian hair, The band on her brows, the slender hands, All hieroglyphs of a God’s commands Beyond the rimes that a poet knits With fruitless travail, sterile carei Marvellousl marvellous, marvellous! And again a marvel, at lotus-bud Dropt from the brows of a Goddess unknown On the ivory steps of the golden throne, Virginal brows and luminous With the star-stream flowing therein for blood. Ah, but electric thrills the Host Of the esoteric Eucharist] The Pagan…
…d Stillness. [He [Was/mie: käme/fand remains matjan/ess. [SCORPIo-APOPI-Ils bows lo SOL amp/(1y; om adam/[an? [BESZ dance: in adam/wn in three-time. [SATAN—TYPHON rises and [ἔστω. ARIES. Whence come ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. From the dwelling—place of the sun. ARIES. Who are ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. I am the twin brother of the sun. SCORPIO—APOPHIS. I am the beloved of the sun. * Romance: Max Bruch. 71
…rs, the guard clearing away thesefolh. All take their seats, chatting. The Bishop is enthronea’, in full canonicals. He is sugfiported by three acolytes, bearing bel/, book and candle. LAYLAH brought in and [Sound to stake. The Bishop rises at a signalfrom the King, andoegins a long declamation in Latin. The general confusiongradually subsides. URCHIN. Uncle Isaac, take me on thy stout shoulders I want to see the witch burnt. ISAAC. All in good time. The holy Bishop is still cursing, I think. BISHOP [concluding raises his voice to drown the gene…
… BISHOP. Articulate? TORTURER. I dare hardly say, my lord. BISHOP. The needles. TORTURER. They are white-hot. How many, my lord? BISHOP. Three behind each eyeball should suffice. TORTURER. It is done. There is a sound like “ wa." PHYSICIAN [in trium;/L]. “Aiwa,” my lord Bishop, ”aiwa” without a doubt. It is ”yes" in their heathen tongue. BISHOP. I heard it. We all heard it. Glory to God! Release the prisoner. [LAYLAH is released, Site 2'5 unconscious and/ails [imp.] Sir Clerk, write down that the prisoner made full con- fession and repented of h…
…e! Then crown me and cling! Flash forwardaand spring ! Flash forth on the fire of the altar, The stones, and the sacrifice shed ; Till the Three Worlds flicker and falter, And life and her love be dead! In mysterious joy Awake—and destroy! [He [ranches a! Ihefeet af SPHINX, facing C.I.C.T. SPHINX. 1. C.I.C.T. I. [SPHINX play: mi emhanlment.* c.x.cm (recites) * Andante : Mendelssohn. 3]