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1919 · PDF PAGE 158

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…d Fra P.A. for instructions thereon. Sometimes, after hard breath- ing, I have been filled with the sensation. I think I understand the ‘lightning flash,’ but shall experiment. My present knowledge is more as a sheet of summer lightning. The minute point of light has often appeared to me, and I had come to the conclusion that it should be held in the zenith. The radiating cone, I have not experienced. II. A.A.A. The idea of considering one’s own death is men- tioned. This occurred to me and was carried out before by first Illumination; this ser…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 102

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…palace of the waves, the house of rain, Deeper than ocean, dark As dawn before the lark Flings his sharp song to skyward, and is fain To light his lampless eyes At the flower-folded skies Where stars are hidden in the blue, to fill llis beak with star-dropt dew, Llis little heart anew With love and song to swell it to his will ; Holy as heaven, the place Before the golden face Of God is very silent at the dawn. The even keel is keen To flash the waves between, But no soft moving current is withdrawn : We float upon the blue Like sunlight specks…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 321

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ctually lives up to the truth which he sees, and it makes him free, and it makes free those who follow him. This is a great book to shed light upon the greybeard slobbering of Shaw. Violet’s baby is only tolerable because Violet is Mrs. Malone. Shaw has not the strength of character to avow (even in a ficti- tious work) that a woman can assert what is evidently her first right without undergoing phantastic penalties, although there are to-day thousands of women in every country who have told morality to go to its father, the devil, as Shaw so b…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 105

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…f skulls wild music clash ! Thy bosom bruise my own afresh ! Sri Maharani !} draw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death ! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drowned Within thy womb, within thy thought, Where there is nought—where there is nought! THE JILT. ‘‘ WHO is that slinkard moping down the street, That youth—scarce thirty—bowed like sixty?” ‘* Oh, A woman jilted him.” ‘‘ Absurd!” ‘ Con- ceit ! Some youths take life—are Puritans, you know!…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 98

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…s cool wind ! The meekest hind That fears the noonday in her grove is bold To seek the gold So pale and perfect as the moon puts on: The light is gone. Hardly as yet one sees the crescent maid Move, half afraid, Into the swarthy forest of the air And, breast made bare, Gather her limbs about her for the chase Through starry space, And, while the lilies sway their heads, to bend Her bow, to send 1 Sappho, the great lyric poet of Greece, plunged from a rock into the sea, according to later tradition. 2 A stream into which a man plunged, and was u…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 122

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…th- less sun, Flames eager to the last, And young desires in fleeter revels run, And Life revives, and all the flowers rejoice, Bird and light butterfly have made their choice, Creation hymns its God with an united voice. There is a storm without. The hoary trees Stagger; the foam is angry on the sea: I know the secret mountains are at ease, And in the deepest ice-embroidery Where great men’s spirits linger there is peace. Heed not the unquiet wind! Dawn’s finger shall be raised, its wrath shall cease, The sun shall rouse us whom the tempest lu…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 171

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…behind my back, i.e. on the mantelpiece, where it was duly found! I must tell just one other story to the point, It throws possibly some light on one or two 01 the “miracles” which Blavatzsky performed in order to disgust the more foolish of her followers, In June !906 Iwas at Margate (God help me !), and asked my friend ]— to lend me his copy of Abramelin. “ Sorry ! ” said he. "I lent it to So-and-so, and it has not been returned." He forgot this conversation : I remembered it. Staying at his house six months later, I was alone one morning and…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 171

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…behind my back, i.e. on the mantelpiece, where it was duly found! I must tell just one other story to the point, It throws possibly some light on one or two 01 the “miracles” which Blavatzsky performed in order to disgust the more foolish of her followers, In June !906 Iwas at Margate (God help me !), and asked my friend ]— to lend me his copy of Abramelin. “ Sorry ! ” said he. "I lent it to So-and-so, and it has not been returned." He forgot this conversation : I remembered it. Staying at his house six months later, I was alone one morning and…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 145

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…and kill. Listen, all lands, and wonder! For the night Rolls back her beaten iron, and the day Breaks, and the passionate heralds of the light, Armoured with love for panoply of might, Rush on the portals of the falling way. The lamps of heaven are dim while swords strike fire From rocks whose crests higher :— At their assault hell’s dogs gasp, totter, and expire. burn

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1905 · PDF PAGE 138

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me; dreams divide the night, (My parched throat thirsty for her veins) That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About the softness of her skin. Her pleasures and her passions purr For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the pangs of night My shuddering body swoons; my eyes Absorb her eyelids’ lazy li…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 275

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…a- gram). The Sign of Osiris risen. All give the Sign of the Cross, and say :— L.V.X. Then the Sign of Osiris risen, and say :— Lux, the Light of the Cross. This Formula, on which one may meditate for Years without exhausting its wonderful Harmonies, gives an excellent Idea of the Way in which Qabalistic Analysis is conducted. First, the Letters have been written in Hebrew Characters. Then the Attributions of them to the Zodiac and to Planets are substituted, and the Names of Egyptian Gods belonging to these are invoked. The Christian Idea of I…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 8

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…n true lover? Ardently I dare not look: I never looked So: that you know. But insight keen We (laugh and) call not ‘‘ love.” crooked The light swerves somehow. Do you mean— What? There is coldness and regret Set like the stinging winter spray Blown blind back from a waterfall On Cumbrian moors at Christmas. Wet The cold cheek numbs itself. A way Is here to make—an end of all? What sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my Queen? Now IT. You are silent. That we always were. The racing lustres of your hair Spelt out its sunny messag…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 68

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…d Is worth a million smiles of sunken cold And Arctic archangelic passion rolled From any other woman. Heaven misses The half of God’s delight who doth not see Some lightning anger dart like love and strike Into the sacred heart its iterant glee Of scathing tortures worth Hell’s agony To melt—ah, sweet, I know ! in foam and free Lustre of love redoubled. Come to me! I will avenge that anger, like to like, With gentle fires of smitten love, will burn Into your beauty with the athletic rush Of conquering godhead; and your cheek shall] burn From r…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 96

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…WOMEN. In Ares’ grove, the sworded trees, The world’s heart wondering, © Hangs evermore the Golden Fleece,’ The glory of the spring, The light of far Aea’s coast. Such glamour as befits a ghost. Before that glittering woof the Sun Shrinks back abashed in shame, The splendour of the shining one, One torrent-fleece of flame! What heart may think, what tongue may sing The glory of the golden thing ? 1 Colchis, a county of Asia, bounded on the | W. by the Euxine, on the N. by the Caucasus, and on the E. by the Iberia. Aeaea. . 2 The symbolism of th…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 133

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…and brothers! Hath the year deceased, And ye await the bidding to fare well? How shall ye fare, thus bound of fate in hell? How, whom no light hath smitten, and released ? Ye trust perchance in God, or man, or priest ? Ay! Let them serve you, let them save you ! Spell The name that guards the human citadel, And answer if your course hath checked or ceased. Path of the eightfold star ! Be thou revealed ! Isle of Nirvana, be the currents curled About thee, that the swimmer touch thy shore ! Thought be your sword, and virtue be your shield ! ress …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 12

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ait! I had some confidence in fate Ere I spoke thus. For while I spoke The old smile, surely helpless, broke On your tired lips: the old light woke In your deep eyes: but silence falls Blank, blank: the species that appals, Not our old silence. I devise A motto for your miseries: ‘¢ There an embroidered garter lies, And here words—they lie too?”’ I see Your intuition of the truth Is still in its—most charming—youth. You need that physiology! XII. I LOVE you. That seems simple? No! Hear what the physiologist Says on the subject. Zo and fro ‘The …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 133

Konx Om Pax

…the children ofeart ; But ye in singing and sleeping Shall pass in measure and mirth I lift my wand and wave on Through hill to hill of elight: M rosy rivers lave you n innermost lustral light. I lead you, lord of the maze, In the darkness free of the sun; In 5 ite of the spite that is day's, e are wed, we are wild, we are one! The palate which cannot appreciate such a vintage to the full knows not the taste of ood wine. nded and welcome on such an isle of Monte Cristo, it is impossible here to pick from this bewildering casket of precious gems…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 203

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ss deep .as hell, i Hearing afar some half-forgotten song As of disruption ; yet strange glories dwell | Above my head, as if a sword of light, | Rayed of the very Dawn, would strike within

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1905 · PDF PAGE 227

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ive them before us, Thy sword sweep them forth as a flame. Rise! Move! and descend! I behold Thee, Heaven cloven of fieriest bars, Armed Light; and they follow and fold Thee, Thine armies of terrible stars. The Powers of Mars ! At the brightness that leapeth before Thee, The heavens bow down at Thine ire ; Thick clouds pass to death and adore Thee, Wild hailstones and flashings of fire. The mountains of Ages are shattered ; Perpetual hills are bowed down ; The Winds of the Heaven are scattered, Borne back from Thy furious frown, O Lord of Renow…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 361

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…eful. “Solve” is the cry to-day; the Sabbatic finger of the Goat points upwards, yet on the clouds of darkness does it scrawl a sigil of light. A new God stirs in the Womb of its Mother; we can see his form, dim and red, in the cavern of Time. Dare we pronounce his name? Yea! It is Horus, Horus the Child, reborn Amsu the Good Shepherd, who will lead us out of the sheepish stupidity of to-day. How many understand this mystery? Perhaps none save those who have seen and subscribed to the Law of Thelema, LECF. THE LosT VALLEY. By ALGERNON BLACKWOOD…

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