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1907 · PDF PAGE 292

The Star in the West

…he conjures . This appearance of Truth is practically what the Hindu would call “. maya ,” in which all created beings live . There is a way which leads beyond it, and any man can discover it, if he be fit and willing , and this way leads to God . The Absolute Truth lying in the centre of mystery is like the sun , it blinds ordinary sight , and man sees only the shadow . The eagle alone can gaze at the dazzling light , likewise only the prepared soul can bear its lustre . Never theless the great Something which is the inmost of the Holy mysteri…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 312

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ally, but I couldn’t help fidgeting. I wanted to get down to business. I could feel that something urgent was on hand. I didn’t like the way Lou was acting. She stayed so absolutely still and silent, it was uncanny. Lamus had taken three matches to light his pipe and it kept on going out between almost every puff. By- and-by he threw it angrily on the carpet and lighted a cigar. There was a club fender round the grate. Maisie was sitting on it swinging her legs impatiently. We all seemed to be waiting for something to happen and it was as if no…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 154

The Vision and the Voice

…erefore could she set her daughter upon her own throne, and defile her own bed with her vir- ginity. And I ask the Angel if there is any way by which I can make myself worthy to behold the Mysteries of this Aethyr. And he saith: It is not in my knowledge. Yet do thou make once more in silence the Call of the Aethyr, and wait patiently upon the favour of the Angel, for He is a mighty Angel, and never yet have I heard the whisper of his wing. This is the translation of the Call of the Aethyr. O ye heavens which dwell in the first Aire, and are mi…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 56

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…re no incidents to record. We were both completely anzsthetised. Nothing bothered us. We didn’t mind the waiting on the platform, or the way the old train lumbered up to London. Everything was part of the plan. Everything was perfect pleasure. We were living above ourselves, living at a tremendous pace. The speed of the ‘plane became merely a symbol, a physical projection of our spiritual sublimity. The next two days passed like pantomime. We were married in a dirty little office by a dirty little man. We took back his car to Lamus. I was amuse…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 161

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… It’s perfectly right that one should have to undergo a certain amount of dis- comfort. You couldn’t expect anything else. It’s nature’s way. ... We picked ourselves up with five or six goes of heroin. It’s no use taking cocaine unless you're feeling pretty good already... . The supply is really awfully small. Confound this silly holiday habit. It really isn’t fair of Gretel to let us down like this. We went to the Café Wisteria. Somebody introduced us to somebody that said he could get all he wanted. But now there was a new nuisance. The polic…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 254

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…the wet earth we toil... . Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Over the moor to the Mother Troll With the heart that was pierced in wrath.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 485

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…; “ For surely in some sore distress May be Sir Palamede.” Then they Rose as one man in glad liesse To honour that great health. ‘“God’s way Is not as man’s” (quoth Lancelot). “Yet, may God send him back this day, His quest achieved, to Camelot!” “ Amen!” they cried, and raised the bow! ; When—the wind rose, a blast as hot 109

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1910 · PDF PAGE 254

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…the wet earth we toil... . Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Over the moor to the Mother Troll With the heart that was pierced in wrath.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 485

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…; “ For surely in some sore distress May be Sir Palamede.” Then they Rose as one man in glad liesse To honour that great health. ‘“God’s way Is not as man’s” (quoth Lancelot). “Yet, may God send him back this day, His quest achieved, to Camelot!” “ Amen!” they cried, and raised the bow! ; When—the wind rose, a blast as hot 109

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1910 · PDF PAGE 170

The World’s Tragedy

…e scarred brow of his agony. ALEXANDER. In the puissance of my will, Issa, I uphold thee still. ISSA. Thou art ? ALEXANDER Keeper of the Way.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 28

Household Gods

…ill man is dumb, And only then if he be like a child Silently curled within its mother's womb, Or feeding at her breast. There is a wild Way also—when his dumbness is of death, And there’s a first and second death. Remember To die so that no god's or ange!’s breath May quicken into life the wasted ember! Crassus. lam dead now. Auta. But I must raise you up. The night grows darker; all Pan's light is gone, And you and I are pledged to sup Upon a secret. Crassus. All your secret shone. [She laughs again. Auicta. Oh, when you know it! But you must…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 85

The Sword of Song

…ing in the sign of the Lion, that our Father set out from his Castle of Ug 3 to attain the Quint- essence or Philosophical Tincture. The way being dark and the Golden Dawn at hand, he did call forth four se rvants to keep him in the m idst of the way, and the Lion roared before him to bid the opposers beware of his coming. On the Bull he rode, and on his left hand and his right marched the Eagle and the Man. But his b ack was uncovered, seeing that he would not turn. And the Spirit of the Path met him. It was a y oung girl of two and twenty y e…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 121

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

DE LEGE LIBELLVM The second mode is easy, agreeable, not tedious, and in the end as certain as the other. But as the way of error in the former lieth in Discouragement, so in the latter are you to be ware of False Paths. I may say indeed generally of all Works, that there are two dangers, the obstacle of Failure, and the snare of Success. Now this second mode is to dissociate the beings which make up your life. Firstly, because it is easiest, you should segregate that Form which is called the Body of Light (and also by many other names) and set…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 78

Tale of Archais

…arth, Gives its own limpid streams to quench man’s deathly dearth. O gardened rose ! The fern-fronds gird thy fragrant beauty round. Thy ways are bound With petals that unclose When the sun seeks his way Through night and sleep and love to all the dreams of day. Love, sleep, and death ! The three that melt together, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 37

Orpheus

…and duller, wide wings adrift of the air. Their forces that wander No God-voice know they! Their bridals they squander! Unknown is their way! The sky’s heart? beyond her Sweet bosom they stray. Shall these then obey me and hear? . Shall the tameless ones hear and obey? From secretest places Whence darkness is drawn, Where terrible faces Enkindle the dawn, 38

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1905 · PDF PAGE 43

Orpheus

… and green The rocks and the grasses. Above, I am queen. These know thee ; I know thee, O master, I hear and obey. I follow thy lyrical sway. CORPHEUS O tenderest child And phantom of day! Gleam fitful and wild On the flowery way ! Blue skies reconciled To the kisses of clay! Come forth! I invoke thee,O dew! The maiden must hear and obey. THE DEW Life trembling on leaves, Sunrise shed in tears, Love’s arrow that cleaves The veil of the years, Light gathered in sheaves Of tenderest fears As dayspring enweaves My soul into spheres— I hear, and I …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 65

Gargoyles

… the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57

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1913 · PDF PAGE 100

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…s have daylight , and we pay . THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN But who are ye in rags and rotten shoes , You dirty - bearded , blocking up the way ? THE PILGRIMS We are the Pilgrims , master ; we shall go Always a little further : it may be Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow , Across that angry or that glimmering sea , White on a throne or guarded in a cave There lives a prophet who can understand Why men were born : but surely we are brave , Who make the golden journey to Samarkand . THE CHIEF MERCHANT We gnaw the nail of hurry . Master…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 256

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… the deputy-commmissioner, the Maharaja of Kuch Behar and all sorts of delightful people. Everyone was only too willing to help in every way. I wanted to start for the mountain as early in the season as possible. We had reliable information as to what the weather on the higher peaks was likely to be. We had no Zojila to cross, no forty marches to the foot of the peak but twelve or fifteen at the outside. If we found it continuously bad, one could retreat into the valley and recuperate almost as one can in the Alps, for Tsetam is only about twel…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 122

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

122 Our difficulties were in some ways severe. The canned food procurable in Mexico City was of inferior quality and many years old at that. Eckenstein {214} 1. WEH Note: AL I,44 was constantly ill with diarrhea and I was not much better. Finally food gave out altogether and our last three days we had literally nothing but champagne and Danish butter. We didn't care much; we had done what we had set out to do. Besides, I had learnt a great deal about camp life, the fine points of glissading, and the use of Steigeisen. In 1899, at the Montanvers…

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