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…anged around me are the cold, gray faces 3 Fallen on the stubbleare the rottensheaves ; The vicious ghosts abound; and Chronos’ paces No soul deceives, 263
…the dolphin with silence, O my Prophet! 85. Thou hast the knowledge concerning the two Ways. Thy time will come for choice, O thou eager Soul, when thou hast reached the end and passed the seven Portals. Thy mind is clear. No more art thou entangled in delusive thoughts, for thou hast learned all. Unveiled stands Truth and looks 74
…HE DREAMING DEATH . . 108 A SONNET IN SPRING. + 10?| F155 TEMPLE OF THE HOLY 4 4 DE PROFUNDIS . . . . 109 GHOST ~ Two SONNETS— _ I. ‘*My soul is aching,” &c. . 113 I. THE Court OF THE PROFANE— II. ‘The constant ripple,” &c. . 113 PROLOGUF.-—OBSESSION. . 166 A VALENTINE. . . . 113 FAME. . - oe . . 167 ODE TO PoEsy . . . . 114 THE MOTHER AT THE SABBATH 167 Two SONNETS— TitE BRIDEGROOM . . . 168 I. ‘‘ Self-damned, the leprous THE ALTAR OF ARTEMIS . 169 moisture,” &c. . , . LIS THE Courské OF TRUE LOVE. 171 II. ‘* Lust, impotence,” &c. . 116 ASMODE…
…elves. Such a dilemma as this does not take long to induce one of those periods of “spiritual dryness,” one of those “dark nights of the soul” so familiar to all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have closed around YAjfiavalkhya when he exclaimed: After death there is no consciousness. For where there is as it were a duality, there one sees the other, smells, hears, addresses, comprehends, and knows the other; but when everything has become to him his own self, how should he smell, see, hear, address, und…
…elves. Such a dilemma as this does not take long to induce one of those periods of “spiritual dryness,” one of those “dark nights of the soul” so familiar to all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have closed around YAjfiavalkhya when he exclaimed: After death there is no consciousness. For where there is as it were a duality, there one sees the other, smells, hears, addresses, comprehends, and knows the other; but when everything has become to him his own self, how should he smell, see, hear, address, und…
… Then at last by pure persistence in that Act of Will to Love, shall Love himself arise, as a bird, as a flame, as a song, and the whole Soul shall wing a fiery path of music unto the Ultimate Heaven of Possession. Now in this method there are many roads and ways, some simple and direct, some hidden and mysterious, even as it is with human love whereof no man hath made so much as the first sketches for a Map: for Love is infinite in diversity even as are the Stars. For this cause do I leave Love himself master in the heart of every one of you: …
The Bubble Bursts 131 in my soul with his eyes. As for myself, I was absolutely stupefied by the pointless falsehood of the paragraph. “But, good God!” I exclaimed. ‘This is all absolute tosh.” “Excuse me,” said the consul, a little grimly, “T have not finished the paragraph. “I beg your pardon, sir,’’ I answered curtly. “Taking advantage of these facts,” he continued to read, “and of a slight facial resemblance to Sir Peter and Lady Pendragon, two well-known inter- national crooks have assumed their personalities, and are wandering around Napl…
…hook out a dose. My pretence at sniffing with a critical air was ludicrously feeble. A child could have seen that I was shaken, body and soul, by the feverish lust to get it into my system after so long an abstinence. Time had purged my system of the poison. It found the house “empty and swept and garnished”; and seven devils entered into me instead of the ejected one. My malaise passed like a cloud swept by the wind from the face of the sun. I became physically buoyant as I had not been for months. I was filled with superb self-confidence. My …
…for the market as Strasbourg geese are nailed to boards till their livers putrefy. The nature of woman has been corrupted, her hope of a soul thwarted, her proper pleasure balked, and her mind poisoned, to titillate the jaded palates of senile bankers and ambassadors. Why do men insist on “innocence” in women? 1. To flatter their vanity. 2. To give themselves the best chance of (a) escaping vene real disease, (b) propagating their noble selves. 3. To maintain power over their slaves by their possession of Knowledge. 4. To keep them docile as l…
…s! the ball rises in the air. This is everywhere considered by all rightly-disposed people to be certain proof of the immortality of the soul." "But doesn't she challenge you? ask you to search her, and all that?" "Oh yes! You've got the same chance as a deaf man has to detect a mistake
… intensely, I was quite unable to fix my affection on a single specimen. Perhaps also it was inhibited by the iron which was entering my soul inch by inch and being twisted in my heart by the pitiless love of the Secret Chiefs of the Order. {817} 1. WEH note: Actually, it's a shaggy dog story. It was this, without doubt, which threw a monkey-wrench into my creative machinery and its destructive energy may be measured by the frightful circumstance which must next be recorded. The city of New Orleans is divided into two main sections by a broad t…
…y way with your civil, moral or religious obligations." If it was not worthwhile becoming a murderer, a traitor, and an eternally damned soul, why bother about it? was his attitude. 4. The Head of the Fraternity being threatened with revolt, X went to him, in circumstances which jeopardised his own progress, and offered his support "to the last drop of my blood, and the last penny of my purse." 5. Deciding to perform a critical Magical Operation, and being warned that serious opposition might come from his own friends, family, etc., he abandone…
…e late Samuel Smiles Esquire, D.D. (wasn't he?)-but not enough, and Industrialism, the mother and nurse of Socialism, was destroying the soul of the people. In my not very maternal remarks on Mother-love, was included the substance of the one wise saying of my pet American lunatic, "You can't get past their biology." This is so true, and so disheartening, that it arouses me to combat. Must we for ever be bound to the inconvenient habit of cows and cabbages? I pick up the glove. Isn't it Aldous Huxley who says somewhere that some species or othe…
…actor to a brother man in misfortune. Platt pulled out his watch. ‘ We could drive down at once and have our lunch in the city. Bless my soul,” he interrupted himself, ‘I shall never forgive myself for being so rude. I had quite forgotten Lady Pen- dragon and Mrs. Webster.” ““Oh, they'll be delighted,” I tittered. ‘“ They'll have a horrible lunch on cream buns and watercress and mince pies and champagne and go shopping after- wards like good little millionairesses.”’ “ Yes, indeed,” said Platt heartily and quite genuinely, “they’re that all rig…
… Lord, to the help of the Lord against the Mighty! 4. The river Kishon swept them away: that ancient river, the river Kishon ! ;. Oh, my soul, thou hast trodden down strength! ι. He bowed the Heavens also and came down: and darkness was under his feet: at the Brightness that was before him thick clouds passed: hail stones and flashes of fire! 2. The Lord thundered through the Heavens, and the Highest gave forth his Voice; hailstones and flashes of fire! 3. He sent forth his arrows and scattered them: He hurled forth his lightnings and destroyed the…
… Lord, to the help of the Lord against the Mighty! 4. The river Kishon swept them away: that ancient river, the river Kishon ! ;. Oh, my soul, thou hast trodden down strength! ι. He bowed the Heavens also and came down: and darkness was under his feet: at the Brightness that was before him thick clouds passed: hail stones and flashes of fire! 2. The Lord thundered through the Heavens, and the Highest gave forth his Voice; hailstones and flashes of fire! 3. He sent forth his arrows and scattered them: He hurled forth his lightnings and destroyed the…
…ill then as a callous and cruel insult. Probably I misjudged my own motives. Somehow or other the genuineness and integrity of this lost soul began to appeal to me. I began to contrast her hard bitter cynical disbelief with the soft honied superficial assurance of her rival: before I knew what I was doing, our duel had developed into a death struggle in which my hate and hopelessness strove to swamp themselves in a surge of amorous frenzy. The spasm swept me away. I no longer remember how we went out and dined, or how we got down to her house. …
…en flesh, every fat-fold of his obese person, yet his happiness was to be threatened, his faith in the Order of Things shaken, his whole soul thrown upon a novel and doubtful enterprise, and that at a moment when it might have been thought (go on, Hassan !) that Heaven itself had no more to offer him. It was one day of spring at W.nds.r. Mrs Ar- thur P...t lay in a bath of sticky sperm, not P...ts, not the K...gs ! Whose, then, you ask ? The sticky sperm of Kluckchoo, the Human Corkscrew. Fresh from his laurels at the Empire, the Hu- man Cork…
…ng as she goes: Lo! I gather up every spirit that is pure, and weave him into my vesture of flame. I lick up the lives of men, and their souls sparkle from mine eyes. I am the mighty sorceress, the lust of the spirit. And by my dancing I gather for my mother Nuit the heads of all them that are baptised in the waters of life. I am the lust of the spirit that eateth up the soul of man. I have prepared a feast for the adepts, and they that partake thereof shall see God. Now it is clear what she has woven in her dance; it is the Crimson Rose of 49 …
…and less disturbed by my own exquisite emotions. I felt myself dissolving deliciously into absence of interruption to the serenity of my soul.... I think writing this has reminded me of what I used to think was reality. It was time to go out and have lunch. The luxurious lethargy seems insuperable. .. . It isn’t hunger; it’s habit. Some instinct, some obscure and obscene recollection of the lurking brute drives one to get up and go out. The dodge for doing this is to take three or four rather small sniffs in quick succession. C. would be much b…