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Page 15 of 671904 · PDF PAGE 81
…napo ! Obey the mighty sounds! obey the living breath of the voice of the Lord! Follows ye charge. YE LICENCE TO YE SPIRIT Y* HE MAYE DEPART. Slasa gabe 3. bajilenu tebe noco gono adana od bajilenu iebe O thou Spirit N. because thou art the servant of fealty and obedience, and because tot3a Das Dorebesa na-e-el oD qua-a-on; eca gobusa: Caunilagi thou art he that obeyeth my power and thy creation; therefore I say Descend unto pujo-faoregita Dorepesa oborela Das e-ola, ge-kiaisi nore-mo-lapt, thy dwelling, obey the law which I have made, without …
1919 · PDF PAGE 73
LIBER CORDIS CINCTI SERPENTE tle, and is called white and glistening; one absorbs all and is called black. 19. Therefore, O my darling, art thou black. 20. O my beautiful, I have likened thee to a jet Nubian slave, a boy of melancholy eyes. 21. O the filthy one! the dog! they cry against thee. Because thou art my beloved. 22. Happy are they that praise thee; for they see thee with Mine eyes. 23. Not aloud shall they praise thee; but in the night watch one shall steal close, and grip thee with the secret grip; another shall privily cast a crown …
1961 · PDF PAGE 197
…in discovered Manhood in me, teaching me to endure Hardship, and to dare many Shapes of Death; also he nurtured me in Concentration, the Art of the Mystics, but without Lumber of Theology. Allan Bennett bestowed upon me the right Art of Magic, and Our Holy Qabalah, with a great Treasure of Learning in many Matters, but especially concerning Egypt, and Asia, the Mysteries of their Arcane Wisdom. But of Cecil Jones had I the Great Gift of the Holy Magick of Abramelin, and he inducted me into that Order which we name not, because of the Silliness …
1911 · PDF PAGE 102
… began with thee. I would take thy guts for fiddle-strings at the Black Sabbath. Thou didst make a great fight there in the circle; thou art a goodly warrior! (Then did the demon laugh loudly. The Scribe said: Thou canst not harm one hair of my head.) I will pull out every hair of thy head, every hair of thy body, every hair of thy soul, one by one. (Then said the Scribe: Thou hast no power.) Yea, verily I have power over thee, for thou hast taken the Oath, and art bound unto the White Brothers, and therefore have I the power to torture thee so…
1961 · PDF PAGE 207
THE BOOK OF WISDOM OR FOLLY 195 Zm De Arte Voluptatis Dilemma quaedam (A certain Dilemma concerning the Art of Pleasure) LL Disturbances, o my Son, are Variations from Equilibrium; There is a certain Objection, o my Son, to our Thesis concerning Will that it should flow freely in its Way: namely hat for such as I am it is well, because I am endowed by Nature with a Lust insatiable in any Kind, so that the Universe itself seemeth incapable to appease it. For I have poured myself out unceasingly, in Bodily Passion, and in Battles with Men, and wi…
1919 · PDF PAGE 312
…ng like the good manners of the natives. In all the time I was in India I do not recall a single instance of bad manners, except on the part of Babus who had learned them from low-class Europeans, like William Archer. When he comes to talk of art and culture, it gets worse, if anything. “Remember—it is certainly not irrelevant—that India is the most tropical coun- try that ever possessed any art of importance.” This person has never heard of Cambodia, Yucatan, Peru, Egypt, West Africa, Java. His art criticism is beneath the depth of Upper Tooti…
1929 · PDF PAGE 192
…s witnessing were real instead of [270] mockery, that his wife was really Lisa, and Abdul really the Marchese, now came forward as the heart and brain of the work. The difficulty — the crux of the whole art — had been to introduce Cyril Grey into the affair, and this had been overcome by the use of a specimen of his signature. But now it was necessary also to dedicate the victim to Hecate, or rather, to her Hebrew equivalent, Nahema, the devourer of little children, because she also is one aspect of the moon, and Lisa having been adopted to tha…
1907 · PDF PAGE 118
… the solitary woe (The silent, the unwitting strain) Forget the miracles that grow In the austerely ordered brain! Darwin and Taine, Descartes and Boyle, Inscribe thou on the Tower of Toil! Those who have striven to limn the mind, Paint, model, tune, or hymn the light, Their vision of the world refined By mastery of superior sight : Honour their might! the gain have these Of all men’s woes and ecstasies ! High soul; no benediction seek From any spirit but our own ! Crown not the mighty with the weak! The Tower be a Tower, and not a Throne! In m…
1911 · PDF PAGE 174
THE EQUINOX art thou, because thou hast attained to look upon my face; not by my favour only, not by thy magick only, may this be won. Yet it is written: “ Unto the persevering mortal the blessed Immortals are swift.” Mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty; yea, thrice and four times mighty art thou. He that riseth up against thee shall be thrown down, though thou raise not so much as thy little finger against him. And he that speaketh evil against thee shall be put to shame, though thy lips utter not the littlest syllable against him. And he that thin…
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
84 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. GOVINDA I have a gipsy girl Skilled in the mystic art. She knows the trick to curl Dried leaves in fire, and augur thence. I bought her in the mart From an old Greek — a vile old man ! He told me she was a Bohemian ; And by a fabulous conjuring with cards Indeed she can divine. CHAU So can our bards. These girls are shifty. GOVINDA Maybe so ; but list ! (I pray you) She can take an amethyst And see a thousand visions. CHAU So can I
1910 · PDF PAGE 156
THE BLUE DWARF. I03 Fighting the leanness of thy lechery That hags thee — Faugh ! MAGDA Art thou not lewd with me ? ISSA Ay ! and the rot of Egypt pays me for’t. MAGDA To match thy rotten soul, thou pimping ort ! Marrowless bone ! Dry fig ! ISSA Enough, black bitch ! The Seventy shall stone thee for a witch. MAGDA More than enough. I’ll call thy darling itch, Thy— He fists her in the abdomen. ISSA Take the name back to thy bloated belly ! Speak, and I kick thy carcass to a jelly !
1930 · PDF PAGE 68
…secret self beyond self, Hadith, Ail Father! Hail, ON, thou Sun, thou Life of Man, thou Fivefold Sword of Flame! Thou Goat exalted upon Earth in Lust, thou Snake ex- tended upon Earth in Life! Spirit most hoiy! Seed most Wise! Inno¬ cent Babe. Inviolate Maid! Begetter of Being! Soûl of ail Soûls! Word of ail Words, Corne forth, most hidden Light!” “Devour thou me!” “Thou dost devour Me!” ANGELOS TON ThEON “Thou Angel of the Gods!” ANLALA “Arise thou in Me, free flowing, Thou who art Naught, who art Naught, and utter thy Word! ” EAI “I also am N…
1910 · PDF PAGE 91
…ruddier dawn An Thou shouldst travel in Thine holy bark To drip Thy dews upon the thirsty lawn, And wake to song beatified the bird. But art Thou living, Lord, or far withdrawn Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ? O Pan ! have pity on the trembling faun ! In all Thy silence is there not one word ?
1961 · PDF PAGE 195
…, if thou be cunning to perceive it and to clasp it. For we win Truth oftentimes by Reflection or by the Composition and Selection of an Artist in his Presentation thereof, when else we were blind thereunto; lacking his Mode of Light. Yet were that Art of none avail unless we had already the Root of that Truth in our Nature, and a Bud ready to flower at the Summoning of that Sun. In Witness, nor a Boy nor a Stone hath Knowledge of the Sections of a Cone, and their Properties; but thou mayst teach these to the Boy by right Presentation, because …
1910 · PDF PAGE 26
…l life, the life of Nature, is perfectly “ sane ” and “ wholesome ”. In a perfect society I should regard even my “ Alice ” as perverted art : for in a sane world one is insane to proclaim sanity. But art (which is the Word of the Masters to the World) must move with that world and follow it into its corruption, redeeming the same. The simple humanity, the great guffawing indecency, of Shakespeare is well enough for the pagan society of Eliza- beth. The splendid savage Jehovah is sane enough and grand enough for nomadic Israel. But since then t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 165
II2 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Adonis, Attis, Mithras, and the rest ; And if there lack some detail — ISSA Thou art wise Enough to write in all the prophecies Fulfilled. That’s settled, then. JOHN I’d love to see The goggling eyes of duped posterity, Its mouth agape (while priests scoop out its poke) At the wild sequel of our harmless joke. ISSA Only one further fret balls up my brain : — The nuisance, if I have to rise again. JOHN Fear not ! The style suffices. ISSA Then be off, And tell the Seventy my bitter scoff
1911 · PDF PAGE 59
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Then—even then—we are here, Jeanne! We love—we shall die, sweet heart, take cheer, Jeanne I We are bound to a fate that brings release; We move in a moi] that must one day cease; We shall win to the everlasting peace, Jeanne! And how things are, and why, and whence Are puzzles for fools that lack the sense Of cows—enough of the future tense, Jeanne! For the end of love and the end of art Is just—my ear against your heart! ALEISTER CROWLEY. 51
1911 · PDF PAGE 59
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Then—even then—we are here, Jeanne! We love—we shall die, sweet heart, take cheer, Jeanne I We are bound to a fate that brings release; We move in a moi] that must one day cease; We shall win to the everlasting peace, Jeanne! And how things are, and why, and whence Are puzzles for fools that lack the sense Of cows—enough of the future tense, Jeanne! For the end of love and the end of art Is just—my ear against your heart! ALEISTER CROWLEY. 51
1912 · PDF PAGE 8
HOUSEHOLD GODS Tue Scene is af the hearth of Crassus, where is a Little bronze altar dedicated to the Lares and Penates, A pale flame rises from the burning sandal-wood, on which CRASSUS throws densoin and musk. He is standing in deep dejection. Crassus. MOKE without fire! No thrill of tongues licks up The offerings in the cup. Dead falls desire. Black smoke thou art, © altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no ember To warm this heart. I see her still— Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appear To work our will. "
1929 · PDF PAGE 175
…nary life is a mean between these extremes, that the noble man devotes his material wealth to lofty ends, the advancement of science, or art, or some such true ideal; and that the base man does the opposite by concentrating all his abilities on the amassing of wealth?" "Exactly; that is the real distinction between the artist and the bourgeois, or, if you prefer it, between the gentleman and the cad. Money, and the things money can buy, have no value, for there is no question of creation, but only of exchange. Houses, lands, gold, jewels, even …