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…, How very easy Thou must make a living ! We would be like Thee! if we had the power We would fill all folk with supernal blisses, Breed life's sweet briar to the tull June flower And on their praises feed our proper kisses. For as you said '’ However kind the gods are, We could be kinder yet I think the odds are ”.
…cerity; not notable for result. I think I had better begin to renounce idle things, save where politeness calls, and calls loud. ΙΗ take life too easy, the Great Retirement will be harder: on the other hand an asceticism to no instant purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes. One of those rare cases where a “golden mean " looks well. 9. A at night good: considerable strain in ether. (It is here fitting to mention Fra, P.’s idea of performing this “ Preliminary Invocation " of the Goetia.) The preamble he makes a general concentra— t…
…cerity; not notable for result. I think I had better begin to renounce idle things, save where politeness calls, and calls loud. ΙΗ take life too easy, the Great Retirement will be harder: on the other hand an asceticism to no instant purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes. One of those rare cases where a “golden mean " looks well. 9. A at night good: considerable strain in ether. (It is here fitting to mention Fra, P.’s idea of performing this “ Preliminary Invocation " of the Goetia.) The preamble he makes a general concentra— t…
THE EQUINOX “You have restored to me hope and life,” said he; “my strength is partially returned, I am able with the signatures that you gave me to relieve sufferers, and cast out devils, but him, I cannot see him again, and, until I have seen him, I shall be sad to the day of my death. Formerly, he was always near me, he sometimes touched me, and he used to wake me up in the night to tell me all that I needed to know. Master, I beg of you, let me see him again!” “See whom ?” “ Adonai.” “ Do you know who Adonai is?” “No, but I want to see him a…
THE EQUINOX “You have restored to me hope and life,” said he; “my strength is partially returned, I am able with the signatures that you gave me to relieve sufferers, and cast out devils, but him, I cannot see him again, and, until I have seen him, I shall be sad to the day of my death. Formerly, he was always near me, he sometimes touched me, and he used to wake me up in the night to tell me all that I needed to know. Master, I beg of you, let me see him again!” “See whom ?” “ Adonai.” “ Do you know who Adonai is?” “No, but I want to see him a…
life which she expected to follow. But she could not know why the old mystic was at so great pains (as he afterwards proved) to make every syllable of his discourse intelligible; for she had not heard his conference with Cyril Grey at the moment when Sister Cybele had called her. "Brother Cyril!" the old mystic had said, "I shall go on — I shall even put more than the necessary care into the work — as if this were victory and not defeat. "I tell you that you will never do anything yourself, still less anything for others, so long as you rely on…
…ow our Sphinx, with what Subtility and Art is She made Whole! Here is thy Light, the Lion, the Necessity of thy Nature, fortified by thy Life, the Bull, the Power of Works, and guided by thy Liberty, the Man, the Wit to adapt Action to Environment. These are three Virtues in One, necessary to all proper Motion, as I may say in a Figure, the Lust of the Archer, the propulsive Force of his Arm, and the equilibrating and directing Control of his Eye. Of these three if one fail, he Mark is not hit. But hold! Is not a Fourth Element essential in the…
… doubtful sound Of prophecy, but fix it in my mind, A lambent liquid fire of poetry Full of all meaning as the very stars. Yet of my own life they have never breathed One chilly word of fear, or one divine Roseate syllable of hope and joy. Still less of love. For no sweet life of love Lies to my hand, but I am bound by Fate To the strong compulsion of the sword; my lips Shall fasten on my wife’s not much; nor those Pure lips of innocent girlhood that call me Father ; but my lips must wreathe smiles no more, But set in fearful strength of purpos…
…ed to uncover. But now the ancient root Of some wise oak betrays her to her lover: She stumbles and falls prone: the forest noon Guesses life’s law ; all nature’s tune Tells that the hour is come when May must grow to June. -Then in the broad glare of the careless sun Apollo’s light is on her and within ; His shafts of glory pierce her one by one; His kisses darken, shivering and keen, Swift glories cold and clean Of that chaste bridal, and the earth gets gladness, Till the last winter’s traces Fall from the spring’s last cold wind—shining sadn…
178 MR TODD CARR [solemnly]. Truly, my dear sir, in the midst of life we are in death. [EUPHEMIA looks up and darts a furious glance at him for she knows that he is mocking British solemnity and cant. DELHOMME. Crushedcrushed in a moment MRS. OSSORY [very piously]. Without a warning. Ah well, we must hope that [Her voice becomes a mumble. DELHOMME. I will bid you good morning ; I am sure you will not wish strangers to intrude upon your grief. If there is anything that I can do MRS. OSSORY [ conventionally ]. Pray do not leave us yet, Mo…
… service done. ORLANDO. A gift beyond all my dream, and all mens orison. MONICA. Speak ; it is yours. ORLANDO. I ask a rarer prize than life. MONICA. Take off the Sphinxs mask. ORLANDO. I want you for my wife. MONICA. My lord, ask something else. I am not worthy of love. ORLANDO. Love, if I read you, spells a word you know not of. Therefore therein for me the supreme triumph lies. [MONICA hesitates and prays silently. MONICA. My Venice, tis for thee I make the sacrifice. Must it be so ? Behold, like babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely thre…
THE EQUINOX We are going to state forthwith, in this last book, by what means the true initiates have made themselves the masters of life, how they have overcome sorrow and death; how they work upon themselves and others the transforma- tion of Proteus; how they exercise the divining power of Apollonius; how they make the gold of Raymond Lully and of Flamel; how in order to renew their youth they possess the secrets of Postel the Re-arisen, and those alleged to have been in the keeping of Cagliostro. In short, we are going to speak the last wor…
THE EQUINOX We are going to state forthwith, in this last book, by what means the true initiates have made themselves the masters of life, how they have overcome sorrow and death; how they work upon themselves and others the transforma- tion of Proteus; how they exercise the divining power of Apollonius; how they make the gold of Raymond Lully and of Flamel; how in order to renew their youth they possess the secrets of Postel the Re-arisen, and those alleged to have been in the keeping of Cagliostro. In short, we are going to speak the last wor…
…rn from his family, his library, and all the resources of his craft, and obligated to live in North Africa, from hand to mouth, with his life work indefinitely suspended and maimed. It was more than ever impossible for him to refute efficiently the lies of the Sunday Express. 7. Circumstances led to my undertaking the task of coping with the desperate position into which Mr. Crowleys family and dependants were thus suddenly thrown, a task which he himselfpenniless, and broken in healthcould not then even begin. Thus I obtained first- hand ex…
…th those of Ruach. I was not in any way shaken in my opinion that the crown of Ruach (Daäth, Knowledge) had no true place on the Tree of Life, that it was essentially illusory and self-contradictory. It had been my constant preoccupation to find a means of expression for the truth of spiritual illumination in terms of rational comprehension, and moreover to justify the former without denying the validity of the later. Professor Thompson's remarks filled me with hope. It must be remembered that at the period when I studied science most exclusive…
…. If one analyzes the facts, he finds that practically all those who have advertised their belief in “Immortality” are men well along in life—practically all past sixty, and some of them many years older. Evidently, they are entering their second childhood. They are so concerned with saving their own souls, with unifying “Science and Religion,” with showing that they themselves are probably “Im- mortal,” that they have lost all sense of humour, of proportion, of evidence, of all these qualities which together constitute the truly scientific sch…
IV Yea! but we love. We win. The body’s curse Is bitter, but he hath not won the whole. There’s more than life in this brave universe. Death cannot touch the secret of the soul! Nor shall we shrink, although this further pang Strike through the liver with its fiery dart, The hope — the horrid hope — whose gleaming fang Now stirs, a serpent’s, underneath your heart! For lo! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your bel…
…d. O costive crapulence ! They ache and strain within the water-closet Of church and State, their shocked bleat ofoffence: “ This poet’s life was such a failure’. Was it? Fools! our worst boredom was a loftier thrill Than alf you ever felt — or ever will. 122 — Vil If we are weary, it is flesh that faints. We cannot bear such worlds of happiness. Even in this torture that consumes and taints, We writhe in bliss, one terrible caress Of the great Gods of Hell. Ah! surely, dear, Our way is wise, transcending human woe: We are most happy and of gre…
…dle mine, a pall of snaky jet ! My mouth is thin like Saturns ring, your mouth is red As Mars, a sword, a snake to sting, a sun to shed Life on all wanderers in the maze of love, a moon To curve, and Venus self to craze. LUCREZIA. O tender tune ! You know the secret of all sweetness. MONICA. No ! tis you Who are too fair.
Harold Monro . Oh, if there be no God , by whom and why Was Consciousness erected from the sod ? Though I hate life , I swear I will not die Until I have discovered — Who is God ? Joscelyn . By God, I cannot tell you . If your tale Be true, ' tis strange and terrible indeed . My only business is to sell my ale John . Have you no Church and no religious Creed ? Joscelyn . Church ! On the sabbath , surely . In the week I earn my bread . God knows , I cannot spare An hour - John ( looking up the road ). Ah, who is this ? I'll make him speak ! Josc…