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…rk: those whose object is the reproduction of being. One does not violate with impunity the sanctuary of Nature. Without risking his own life, no one lifts the veil of the great Isis. Nature is chaste, and it is to chastity that she gives the key of life. To give oneself up to impure loves is to plight one’s troth to death. Liberty, which is the life of the soul, is only preserved in the order of Nature. Every voluntary disorder wounds it, prolonged excess murders it. Then, instead of being guided and preserved by reason, one is abandoned to th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 520
…rk: those whose object is the reproduction of being. One does not violate with impunity the sanctuary of Nature. Without risking his own life, no one lifts the veil of the great Isis. Nature is chaste, and it is to chastity that she gives the key of life. To give oneself up to impure loves is to plight one’s troth to death. Liberty, which is the life of the soul, is only preserved in the order of Nature. Every voluntary disorder wounds it, prolonged excess murders it. Then, instead of being guided and preserved by reason, one is abandoned to th…
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
…being discede, Mine is the magic that has made me thine, Mine from sublime unconsciousness to deed. Laylah! oh God! the love of my whole life, ‘My life concentred in a single act, More than a mistress, wilder than a wife, ‘Who ratified our diabolic pact? God grant my life and yours be one, be one, One beyond possibility, no hour ‘But bring to ripeness in the royal sun ‘Some fruit of our fecundity, some flower Such as no spring of earth or heaven can show ;— Laylah! my Laylah! Laylah! Laylah! mine Irrevocably from the hour of woe When I broke in…
1929 · PDF PAGE 193
… by their mouths foulness and imbecility when the whim takes him. True souls would never seek so ignoble a means of manifesting in earth-life; their ways are holy, and in accord with Nature. While the true soul reincarnates as a renunciation, a sacrifice of its divine life and ecstasy for the sake of redeeming those who are not yet freed from mortal longings, the demon seeks incarnation as a means of gratifying unslaked lusts. Like a dumb beast in pain, the wife of Douglas watched her husband go through his ghastly ritual, with averted face, as…
1907 · PDF PAGE 140
…rt than ‘ We are Seven ’; but when you have done it you are no better at figure skating.” He quotes as the great guiding scripture of his life a Buddhist Sutta (ii, 33): “Therefore, 0 Ananda, be ye lamps unto yourselves. Be ye a refuge to yourselves. Betake yourself to no external refuge." How is this inward m stery revealed? The answer is in the East by Yoga, and in the West by Magic; in the East by an entirely artificial and scientific method, in the West by a stimulation and sudden outflowing of the poetic faculty. The East, we may take it, is a…
1919 · PDF PAGE 123
…he old thought persists by force of its habit: it is for you to create by repeated act the true right habit of this consciousness of the Life which abideth in Light. And this is easy, if your will be strong: for the true Life is so much more vivid and quintessential than the false that (as I rudely estimate) one hour of the former makes an impression on the memory equal to one year of the latter. One single experience, in duration it may be but a few seconds of terrestrial time, is sufficient to destroy the belief in the reality of our vain lif…
1907 · PDF PAGE 306
…ps , But one note swells . Mightiest souls Of bard and music - maker , rolls Over your loftiest crowns the wheel Of that abiding bliss . Life flees Down corridors of centuries Pillar by pillar , and is lost . Life after life in wild appeal Cries to the master ; he remains And thinks not . The polluting tides Of sense roll shoreward . Arid plains Of wave - swept sea confront me . Nay ! Looms yet the glory through the grey , And in the darkest hours of youth I yet perceive the essential truth , Know as I know my consciousness , That all division'…
1898 · PDF PAGE 25
…warning of a mind o’er-strained ? [Moving towards door.] Voice. Stand still And see salvation in Jehovah’s hands. Ph. Is this the end of life ? Voice. Thy Life begins. Ph. Strange Voice, I hear thee, and obey. Perchance I have not lived so far. Perchance to-day, Like a spring-flower that slowly opens out Its willing petals to the tender dawn, My soul may open to the knowledge of A dawn of new thought that may lead—— Voice. To God. Ph. Hope hardly dared to name it ! 15
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
… So that the glimmer of our skins, the tune Of our ripe rhythm, seeded the hideous play Of death-worms crawling on a corpse, afloat With life that takes its thirst Only from things accurst. Closer than Clodias clasp, Death had me down To his black heart, and fed upon my breath, So that we seemed a stillnesswhiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death I found that God that is denied to man So long as love and thought And life avail him aught.
1913 · PDF PAGE 203
…ret fire Of death and desire. And the rim of the flame Is pierced and torn With the spirits made tame By the breath of the morn, And the life of the fire That surges and swells From the swamp and the mire, From the million hells, And the one soft heaven Where meetly blooms The heart of the seven Supernal dooms. The water of life Still flashes and flows From the heart of the strife To the pathway that goes To the core of the Rose. 165
1913 · PDF PAGE 203
…ret fire Of death and desire. And the rim of the flame Is pierced and torn With the spirits made tame By the breath of the morn, And the life of the fire That surges and swells From the swamp and the mire, From the million hells, And the one soft heaven Where meetly blooms The heart of the seven Supernal dooms. The water of life Still flashes and flows From the heart of the strife To the pathway that goes To the core of the Rose. 165
1907 · PDF PAGE 233
…Insurance Companies. It will never do for his Christ to be a man of like passions with himself, else people might expect him to aim at a life like Christ's. He wants to wallow and swill, and hope for an impos sible heaven. So that it will be imprudent of you (if you want to be asked out to dinner) to poin out that if you tell the story of the life of Christ, without mentioning names, to a Musulman, he will ask, ‘‘ What was the name of that great sheikh?” to a Hindu, ‘‘Who was this venerable Yogi?” to a Buddhist, ‘‘ Haven’t you made a’ mistake o…
1913 · PDF PAGE 365
…e, by an automatic movement, stirs a form for ever dead and corpse-like, or one must admit the absolute principle of intelligence and of life. Is the universal light dead or alive? Is it vowed fatally to the work of destruction, or providentially directed to an immortal birth ? If there be no God, intelligence is only a deception, for it fails to be the absolute, and its ideal is a lie. Without God, being is a nothingness affirming itself, life a death in disguise, and light a night for ever deceived by the mirage of dreams. The first and most …
1913 · PDF PAGE 365
…e, by an automatic movement, stirs a form for ever dead and corpse-like, or one must admit the absolute principle of intelligence and of life. Is the universal light dead or alive? Is it vowed fatally to the work of destruction, or providentially directed to an immortal birth ? If there be no God, intelligence is only a deception, for it fails to be the absolute, and its ideal is a lie. Without God, being is a nothingness affirming itself, life a death in disguise, and light a night for ever deceived by the mirage of dreams. The first and most …
1922 · PDF PAGE 268
… we could get out of our troubles in so simple a fashion. It has always seemed to me that nothing can ever be destroyed. The problems of life are really put together ingeniously in order to baffle one, like a chess problem. We can’t untie a real knot in a closed piece of string without the aid of the fourth dimension; but we can disentangle the complexities caused by dipping the string in water—and such things,”’ he added, with an almost malicious gravity in his tone. I knew what he meant. “It might very well be,” he continued, ‘ that when we f…
1913 · PDF PAGE 416
… our presentiments by the analogy which the images bear to them. For all ideas have a double significance for us, relating to our double life. There exists a language of sleep; in the waking state it is impossible to understand it, or even to order its words. The language of slumber is that of nature, hieroglyphic in its character, and rhythmical in its sounds. Slumber may be either giddy or lucid. Madness is a permanent state of vertiginous somnambu- lism. A violent disturbance may wake madmen to sense, or kill them. Hallucinations, when they …
1913 · PDF PAGE 416
… our presentiments by the analogy which the images bear to them. For all ideas have a double significance for us, relating to our double life. There exists a language of sleep; in the waking state it is impossible to understand it, or even to order its words. The language of slumber is that of nature, hieroglyphic in its character, and rhythmical in its sounds. Slumber may be either giddy or lucid. Madness is a permanent state of vertiginous somnambu- lism. A violent disturbance may wake madmen to sense, or kill them. Hallucinations, when they …
1909 · PDF PAGE 103
…rave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep’s dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! Il So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels; my blood’s bewitched ; My brain’s afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. Ill I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn; They had thrown roses on the moss
1909 · PDF PAGE 103
…rave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep’s dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! Il So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels; my blood’s bewitched ; My brain’s afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. Ill I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn; They had thrown roses on the moss
1922 · PDF PAGE 353
…I had literally nothing to think of except heroin, and I discovered that heroin appealed to me behind all veils, as being an escape from life. A man who has once experienced the drug-life finds it difficult to put up with the inanity of normal existence. He has become wise with the wisdom of despair. The Big Lion and Sister Athena exhausted their ingenuity in finding things with which I might occupy _ my weary aimless hours. But nothing seemed to get me out of the fixed idea that life was heroin with intervals that did not count. For about a we…