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1929 · PDF PAGE 388

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ted in blackness. Mine Angel whispered the secret words whereby one partakes of the Mysteries of the Masters of the Temple. Presently my eyes beheld (what first seemed shapes of rocks) the Masters, veiled in motionless majesty, shrouded in silence. Each one was exactly like the other. Then the Angel bade me understand whereto my aspiration led: all powers, all ecstasies, ended in this --- I understood. He then told me that now my name was Nemo, seated among the other silent shapes in the City of the Pyramids under the Night of Pan; those other …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 552

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…rations which applied. I might as well have talked to a turnip, better in fact, for a turnip's eye would not have got bloodshot, nor the eyes swollen with blood almost to bursting. He again refused violently. It was absurd, he being our guest with no claim whatever upon us. I had to say, "Out of your room by six o'clock, or out of the abbey and you don't come back!" By six o'clock he was in his new quarters.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 573

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…an should look after his wife and that if he mixed with such creatures infection was inevitable. I think my straight speaking opened his eyes. He collected the necessary cash and came to the abbey. Betty had done her best to hold him in London. Her only idea of life was this wallowing in the hog trough nuzzled by the snouts of the swine of Soho. The success of Betty Dartnell in her spiritual work increased her enthusiasm {905} at first, and I was still so young in experience that it surprised me one day, when she came into my room full of rubbi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 289

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…d of Benaglis at the best and he as the worst specimen of his race I have ever seen. He was fat and oily, with small piglike treacherous eyes. On the rare occasions when he was not eating, he was writing anti-British articles for the Bengal native press. There was, however, a guest at the consulate with whom I struck up an immediate warm friendship. This was a botanist named George Forrest, who was recuperating from an adventure which I must narrate in some detail, as it includes one of the most striking ghost stories I ever heard. His happy

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

The Sword of Song

…keys of the King- dom ! Peace be with thy Beard ! Aum !” This sort of talk did me much good : I hope it may do as much for you. 63. With eyes well fixed on my proboscis.15— See Bhagavad-Gita, Atmasamyamyog. 67. Brahma-charya.16—Right conduct, and in particular, chastity in the highest sense. 72. Baccy.17—A poisonous plant used by nicotomanics in their orgies and debauches. “The filthy tobacco habit,” says “Elijah the Restorer” of Zion, late of Sydney and Chicago. That colossal genius-donkey, Shaw, is another of them. But see Calverly. 78. His h…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 47

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…wet weather the chalk forms a paste which clogs the boots and makes foothold impossible. In dry weather the dust takes possession of the eyes and throat. But for all that, may of my happiest days have been spent on the face. I must record a very strange phenomenon in connection with my adventures on Beachy Head. One summer day I went up with my mother and took her down to the grassy slopes (the Grass Traverse) which used to extend eastward from Etheldreda's Pinnacle. I say "used to extend", for since that time there has been an extensive landsl…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 332

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ave trusted him with a threepenny bit. He did, in fact, cheat us out of a considerable amount, though we went into the business with our eyes open. With regard to the logic of his view, that Christianity and the social system stood or fell together, I object. That is emphatically the Christian view. The elder Cato was not an anarchist, nor Julius Caesar a disciple of Karl Marx. I entirely agree with Nietzsche that Christianity is the formula of the servile state; true aristocracy and true democracy are equally its enemies. In my ideal state eve…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 192

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…s description the buckets full of pseudo-scientific bilge of modern medicine, one's disgust makes one long for the level heads and clear eyes of such men as Burton. The descent to the valley offered little new to the eye. The broad Mud Nala had cakeddry; but before doing so it had overflowed to an extra hundred yards or so in breadth in one place. The Narrow Nala was still wet, but not so deep in mud. At Dasso we found fresh apples; and at our next camp, just beyond Yuno, fresh peaches. This last march was very severe, over nine hours across bl…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 115

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… afternoon, in Mexico, I picked up a woman who attracted me by the insatiable intensity of passion that blazed from her evil inscrutable eyes and tortured her worn face into a whirlpool of seductive sin. I passes some hours with her in her slum; {204} and, walking home, found myself still so unappeased --- lassatus, sed non satiatus --- that my fever developed a delirium whose images assumed the form of Wagner's opera. I went home and sat down at once to write my own poetical and magical version of the story. I neither slept nor ate till it was…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 248

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…rtine touches of small fingers, i. 208 Lie still, O love, and let there be delight, iii. 64 Life hidden in death, iii. 144 Lift up thine eyes ! for night is shed around, i. 90 Plague take these lovers ! : Lift up thine head, disastrous Jezebel, i. 180 Lift up this love of peace and bliss, ii. 110 Light in the sky, i, 242 Light shed from seaward over breakers, ii, ros Like leaves that fall before the sullen wind, il, 129 Like memories of love they come, iii. 96 Like pensive cattle couched upon the sand, li, 16 Like snows on the mountain, i. 55 L…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 38

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…er four thousand pieces of gravel and the like were removed from my face; and it was on Christmas Day that I was first allowed to use my eyes for a few minutes. The explosion had been devastating. The windows were smashed for a long way round; and the bottles in the chemist's shop on the railway bridge --- a quarter of a mile and more away --- rattled, though the passage of trains had no such effect. Strangely enough, I was the only person injured. Throughout I enjoyed the episode; I was the hero, I had made my mark! The following year I was re…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 156

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…nguage by which the subtle souls of nature speak to our senses. That night we were tied up under a teak tree, and as I lay awake with my eyes fixed ecstatically on its grace and vigour, I found myself in the embraces of the Nat or elemental spirit of the tree. It was a woman vigorous and intense, of passion and purity so marvellous that she abides with me after these many years as few indeed of her {268} human colleagues. I passed a sleepless night in a continuous sublimity of love. The early hours of the morning, in winter, are bitterly cold, …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 516

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… antinomy might be overcome, and that in the best way, in the way indicated by the symbolism of the Cabbalah itself; that is to say, the eyes of science were opening gradually to the perception that the results of observation and experiment demanded an interpretation as repugnant to common sense (as understood by the man in the street and the Rationalist Press Association) as the utmost conceptions of Pythagoras, Paracelsus and that Great Order itself of which I was an initiate. My subsequent researches have been almost exclusively determined b…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 525

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… disgust, indignation, or even any combination of these, that I believe this tale may stand like the broken statue of Osymandias, in the eyes of a new civilization, as a witness of the tyranny and abomination which Christians have taught us to associate with the name of Christ. It is at least an extremely accurate study of life in Florida; the accuracy is guaranteed by the acuteness of the

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1929 · PDF PAGE 262

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…y leg on a moraine. This was as antecedently unlikely as anything could possibly be; and anyhow he could see perfectly well with his own eyes that I had done nothing of the sort; and thirdly, if I had done it, all the more reason for coming to my assistance. I began to think there was something seriously wrong with the man. On the top of this, there was bad news from the rearguard. Righi sent up bitterly quarrelsome messages. His antics had made all sots of trouble with the coolies, who were at one time in open revolt. Pache managed to get them…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 355

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…e knew all about her two months in Leicester, and the rest. Her doctor told me that she would come to him and beg him, with tears in her eyes and tones of desperate sincerity, to cure her; and all the while she would be drinking under cover of her handkerchief. I took her down to Sandwich for a fortnight in June and July, but there was nothing to be done. One could not even watch her. She would go out in the early hours of the morning and appear at the breakfast table hardly able to speak. I went back to Paris on July 8th. I worked on Clouds Wi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 522

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…s (one of them with a voice which would have made her a queen in any civilized capital) thwarted in every innocent aspiration, and their eyes wide open to the frightful knowledge that they could never be anything but drudges sold into the worse slavery of marriage at eighteen, and ruined old women, dead to every possibility, at twenty-five. Their constant cry was "I don't want to grow up to be like Mother!" Their {824} least actions were spied on, their every attempt to fit themselves by education to get out of the ghastly swamp where they swea…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 498

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… the "Intelligence" of Dachers County, New York; whereupon I confided to him that the Department of Justice had instructed me to keep my eyes open for any suspicious incidents. He requested me to to report anything of the sort also to him, to which, of course, I gladly agreed. He then confided that my own behaviour had turned the country upside down. The mysterious stranger, the fact of my having no companion, had aroused suspicion, as also my habit of sitting for hours in an apparently uncomfortable attitude and absolutely motionless. Reports …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 200

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… all, here as in all the universe, of every subject and in every predicate, is a matter of degree. Our faculties never tell us true; our eyes say flat when our fingers say round; our tongue sends a set of impressions to our brain which our hearing declares non-existent—and So on. - What is this delusion of personality but a profound and centrally-seated intoxication of the consciousness? I am intoxicated as I address these words; you are drunk—beastly drunk !—as you read them; Buddha was as drunk as a British officer when he uttered his besotte…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 194

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…rate- fultop! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness! You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes!” With this he makes his age contemp- tible by the drivel-pathos of ll. 156-158, ‘* Dear daughter, I confess that Iam old; Age is unnecessary: on my knees | beg (Kneeling) That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food,” begging what none ever thought to deny him. Yet such is the patience of Goneril that even when goaded by all this infamous Billingsgate into speech, her rebuke is the temperate and modes…

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