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1922 · PDF PAGE 57

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ing to tickle one’s sense of humour. Probably anything else would have done just as well. We were on the rising curve. The exaltation of love was combined with that of cocaine; and the romance and adventure of our lives formed an exhilarating setting for those superb jewels. “Every day, in every way, I get better and better.” M. Coué’s now famous formula is the precise intel- lectual expression of the curve of the cocaine honey- moon. Normal life is like an aeroplane before she rises. There is a series of little bumps; all one can say is that o…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 69

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 4)

…a bad error to call the five of Swords (“The Lord of Defeat”) instead of the ten of Swords (“The Lord of Ruin”). But to call the Lord of Love (2 Cups) for the Lord of Strife (5 Wands) would show that you were getting nothing right. Similarly a card ruled by Mars would be harmonious with a 5, a card of Gemini with “The Lovers”. 7. These harmonies must be thoroughly learnt, according to the numerous tables given in 777. 8. As you progress you will find that you are able to distinguish the suit correctly three times in four and that very few indee…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 143

Magick Without Tears

…ted gains. Now, if there is any difference at all between the White and the Black Adept in similar case, it is that the one, working by "love under will" achieves a marriage with the new idea, while the other, merely grabbing, adds a concubine to his harem of slaves. The about-to-be-Black Brother constantly restricts himself; he is satisfied with a very limited ideal; he is afraid of losing his individuality-reminds one of that "Nordic" twaddle about "race-pollution." "Now, Master!" (What reproach in the tone of your voice!) All right, all righ…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 410

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…come blind; one does have to fight one’s way through the ocean of as- phalt. Hope and Faith areno more. All that can be done is to guard Love, the original source of your energy, by the mask of indifference. This image is a little misleading, per- haps. It must not be supposed that the indifference is a cloak; it must be a real indifference. Desire of any kind must really be conquered, for of course every desire is as it were a string on you to pull you in some direction, and it must be remembered that Nirvana lies (as it were) in no direction,…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 55

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…very peculiar psychology; yet it is frequently found among poets. We are lonely and suffer intensely on that account. We are prepared to love any and every specimen of humanity in himself, for himself, and by himself; but even a dinner party gets on our nerves. It is perhaps part of the psychology of sensitiveness. We cannot bear having our corners knocked off, and at the same time we are so well aware of the intense suffering of isolation that we long to lose ourselves in a crowd at a football match. I can be perfectly happy as an unknown indi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 546

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ed Sun, which signifies diminution. My intuition, quickened by meditation upon this symbol, warned me to beware of getting grained to my love for my child, or nourishing my human hope upon her. As ever, the Yi made no error; despite every effort she never took firm hold of life. She grew feebler and frailer constantly, and in the second week of October bade us farewell. Weak fool that I am! I would not accept the warning of the wisdom of the "Yi". I set my teeth and swore that she should live. Her helplessness only inflamed my love. I clutched …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 550

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

550 Thelema upon her vessel of fulfilment thereof, viz: Love. We must train up our child in the way which it should go, foreseeing every danger and providing a safeguard thereto. By her heroic and inspired interpretation heartened, I set my feet upon my sorrow and used it to make firm my feet. I went on with my work. My energy came back, little by little, and I was able after a time to silence the complain that continually called to my consciousness, but only in the spring did I fight my way to freedom. I had gone to Paris, and went down to Fon…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 44

Moonchild

…indeed! He would be better as a Chinese coolie, smoking opium at the feet of Chwangtze!" "He tells me that I stand in my own way, that I love struggle and adventure, and that this is weakness and not strength." "This girl is in danger: quite unnecessary danger." "I am going to ask my master to show you his method; you will see plenty

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1929 · PDF PAGE 63

Moonchild

…eturned Cyril, "rush in where angels fear to tread." "I'll go," said she. "I'm sorry for all that has happened — all!" and she fixed her lover with a look of infinite contempt. Cyril shrugged his shoulders. "If you feel like that, of course, we can continue. But when the pinch comes, don't squeal! I have warned you." "Brother Cyril could not draw back if he wished," put in Sister Cybele. "He is bound by his oath — as, in a little while, you will be." Lisa read upon the woman's face a smile, as of triumphant malice. It disturbed her far more tha…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 20

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… have trusted Mudie’s!) called ‘The Stolen Bacillus,’ which he under- stood to be of a grossly immoral tendency. (Nasty filth about free love or something, isn't it?) Theodore Bugg was not a sensitive man; excess of intuitive sympathy had not made his life a hell; but he felt that his domestic relations were strained. Especially since “that Mrs. Grahame” had evinced a liking for Gertrude. Her husband's colonelcy was the gilding of the pill; but the pill was a bitter one, for Mrs. Grahame went motoring and even golfing on Sunday instead of going…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 343

Magick Without Tears

…ther at will. Neschamah is an entirely different proposition. One of Tiphareth's prime assets is the influence, through the path of "The Lovers'," from Binah. The son's milk from the Great Mother. (From his Father , Chiah, Chokmah , he inherits the infinite possibilities of Nuit, through the path of He, "The Star"; and from his "God," Kether, the Divine Consciousness, the direct inspiration, guidance, and ward of his Holy Guardian Angel, through the path of Gimel, the Moon, "The Priestess.") Neschamah, then, will not be influenced by Ruach, exc…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 415

Magick Without Tears

…rve of life dips below the horizon. (One very curious point: when one looks back at the moment of one of one's deaths, one exclaims: "By love! that was a narrow escape, and no mistake!" Escape from what? Me no savvy; but such is the fact.) How to acquire that Memory? The development of the Magical Record is by far the most important of one's weapons. How to use the Record is not easy to explain; but there is a sort of knack which comes to one suddenly. And there are certain types of Samadhi during the exercise of which these memories appear spo…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 24

The Scented Garden

16 Introduction To return to the question on phallicism, I will not be so frivolous as to quote ‘ New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove ’ as an example of obscene symbolism in the Christian Church ; for there is no lack of serious identi- ty. The cross itself is notoriously the lingam : the vesica piscis — Christ being ιχθυς the fish — the Yoni. Now the vesica piscis is the foundation of all Christian architecture : that is to say, the female member lying open, and awaiting impregnation by the male, is the glyph of the chu…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 70

Diary of a Drug Fiend

56 The Diary of a Drug Fiend ways, what price Lou! Queerest card in the pack, and I love her. ‘“‘ Give me another sniff off your hand.” Lou laughed like a chime of bells in Moscow on Easter ~ morning. Remember, the Russian Easter is not the same time as our Easter. They slipped up a fortnight one way or the other—I never can remember which— as long as you know what I mean. She threw the empty silk bag in the air, and caught it in her teeth with a passionate snap, which sent me nearly out of my mind again. I would have loved to be a bird, and ha…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 75

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… the time that this sudden revulsion of feeling was due to a mysterious premonition of the physiological effects of heroin in destroying love. Definitely stimulating things like alcohol, hashish and cocaine give free range to Cupid. Their destructive effect on him is simply due to the reaction. One is in debt, so to speak, because one has outrun the constable. But what I may call the philosophical types of dope, of which morphine and heroin are the principal examples, are directly inimical to active emotion and emotional action. The normal huma…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 25

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…seething and crackling. Enough ! I cried, and wedged a lusty turd against his tapering touch-trap. But I had to do with a past master at love’s masonry. With a swift corkscrew motion of his masterly quim-stake he withdrew the opposi- tion, and transferring it to his hand, smeared it over my face, to teach me manners, as he said. But if he was clever, I was at least the repre- sentative of solid British doggedness. Turd after turd I launched adown my now ruptured rec- tum ; turd after turd he withdrew, and returned to the charge. It was a strang…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 45

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e music of her farts out sang the sto- ried stone. She, uncrowned Empress of mankind, she, carrion of a million stallion men, she was my love, my dove, my undefiled ! To me, the mere boy bugger of the Bay of Biscay, this peerless rantipole [43]

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1922 · PDF PAGE 264

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… he conveys his meaning, so to speak, in spite of the words. This business of expression is very curious. How could one describe, say, a love affair to a person who had never had one or imagined one ? All expression doesis to wake up in the reader theimpressionsin his own experience which are otherwise dormant. And he will interpret what is said or written only in terms of that experience. Lamus said the other day that he had given up trying to communicate the results of his researches to people. They couldn’t even be trusted to read words of o…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 309

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…haos of conflicting emotions to the bed-rock truth which had been buried so elaborately and so often. The deepest thing in myself was my love for my wife. I resented the realisation, and yet I could not bring myself to admit it. I asked, stupidly enough : “Is anything wrong?” as if Maisie’s face, to say nothing of her appearance, were not sufficient guarantee of the seriousness of the situation. “Come with me,” she repeated. Gretel had been watching the dialogue like a cat. She flashed forked lightning at Platt, thinking that his fears might be…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 317

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…with me. But will you let me make one condition? ” She lifted her face to his. In spite of the physical wreckage of the last few months, love was able to transform her bodily. She was radiantly beautiful. She only waited for him to take her in his arms. She was trembling all over with ecstatic passion. I gripped the arms of my chair in futile rage. Before my very face the only woman I had ever loved had disowned me, cast me off with contempt, and was offering herself to another man with the same impulsive ardour that she had once shown toward m…

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