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Page 191 of 2031938 · PDF PAGE 25
…o accepts not the Law of Thelema is divided against himself: that is, he is insane, and the upshot shall be the ruin of the Unity of his Godhead. Yet hearken again; the opposition of two movements is not always evidence of conflict or error. For two opposite points upon the rim of a wheel move one North, the other South; yet are they harmonious parts of the same system. And the rowlock which resisteth the oar hindereth not but aideth the True Will of that oar. So then self-control is nowise the enemy of Freedom, but that which maketh it possibl…
1907 · PDF PAGE 161
…arl of man against his friend :— Howshould he (such an one) perceive the end, Or listen to the voice of Nature, know it for the voice of God ? EPODE. NATURE. Lo ! in the interstellar space of night, Clothed with deep darkness, the majestic spaces Abide the dawn of deity and light, Vibrate before the passionless pale faces Shrined in exceeding glory, eremite. The tortoise skies in sombre carapaces Await the expression and the hour of birth In silence through the adamantine girth. I rose in glory, gathered of the foam. The sea's flower folded, ch…
1910 · PDF PAGE 361
… 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. Nash. 6s. I…
1910 · PDF PAGE 361
… 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. Nash. 6s. I…
1904 · PDF PAGE 93
…nd she spat black foam and froth. Foul was the hag and evil, y et our F ather bowed down flat on his face to the earth. “ Holy Virgin of God,” said he, “what dost thou here ? What wilt thou with thy servant ?” At that she stank so that the air gasped about her, like a fish brought out of the sea. So she told him she was gathering simples for her daughter t hat had died t o bury her withal. N ow no simples grew in the desert. Therefore our F ather drew with his sword lines of power in the sand, so that a black and terrible demon appeared squeezi…
1906 · PDF PAGE 137
THE GOD-EATER 131 Wilt thou not lull it into rest, Some strong repoge More satisfying than pale sleep ; Than death more long, more deep? Hail! at the twilight as at dawn! The sunset close Even on the lake as on the lawn! The red ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtler throes Than love’s or life’s, invade, divide The world of woes. Thy smile, thy murmur of delight, be enough To fill the world with life and love ! [He bends over into deep reverence, yet with the a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 9
…! The boys are oft of genus ‘‘ ass.” Think yourself lucky, lady, then, If I at least am boy. You laugh? Not you! Is this love’s epitaph, God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne? ‘* Ah, if I only had not known!” All wrong, belovéd! Truth be ours, The one white flower (of all the flowers) You ever cared for! Ignorance May set its puppets up to dance; We know who pulls the strings. No sage ; A man unwashed, the bearded brute ! His wife, the mother-prostitute ! Behind the marionetted stage See the true Punch-and-Judy show, Turn copper so to silver! Know…
1919 · PDF PAGE 313
…ve to be corrected before India can hope to make the best of her intellectual gifts in a world in which, though all may be illusory, the God-made illusion of Nature must in the end prevail over the man-made illusions of mythology and metaphysics.” I am perfectly in accord with the political conclusion of this book. He was doubtless paid to write it in this interest. However, I had no idea that Mr. Wil- liam Archer was such an unpleasant thing. The publisher says that he was born at Perth, Scotland. Perhaps, he was one of the famous “twin brothe…
1906 · PDF PAGE 144
138 THE GOD-EATER Rupua. Thou shouldst have tried that first of all. CRIOSDA. Why then The Luck may avail if that wried tongue can speak Straight! Hast thou aught to bid me do? To me naught matters more. My life I cast On the one throw ; and, having lost, I have lost. I am indifferent to my fate as the stars Are to my curses, were I fool enough To curse, Rupua. Destiny has strange ways. CRIOSDA. I care not. RuPHA. How long hast thou left home? CRIOSDA. Seven years. RUPHA. Return ! CRIOSDA. How can I? RuPHA. Stamp the boat beneath thy feet Down …
1905 · PDF PAGE 16
THE TALE OF ARCIPAIS a) But [am born of gods, and turn My eyes to thee, thyself divine. My vigorous heart and spirit yearn With love, my cheeks with passion burn— As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine. Thy heart is cool, thy cheeks are pale, Nor blush with shame like winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Ts "twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, al whose carly breast I drank in all desires and woes3 Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste …
1905 · PDF PAGE 236
TANNITAUSER 229 Iam the Grail and I the Glory now: I am the flame and fuel of thy breast ; I am the star of God upon thy brow ; Tam thy queen, enraptured and possessed, Hide thee, sweet river; welcome to the sea, Ocean of love that shall encompass thee ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me— To me! [TANNHAUSER perceives that he ts in the palace of a Great Queen. Rise, rise, my knight! My king! My love, arise ! See the grave avenues of Paradise, The dewy larches bending at my breath, Portentous cedars prophesying death! ¢ See…
1909 · PDF PAGE 261
…which hath no number, concealing the commencement of All-Things under the simulacrum of No-Thing. The Hegemon, the representative of the Gods of Truth and Justice, is consequently sent to superintend the preparation, thus symbolising that it is the Presider of Equilibrium who is to administrate the process of initiation by the commencement of the Equilibration of the forces in the Candidate himself, by the symbols of Rectitude and Self-control. But it is the sentinel who actually prepares the Candidate; whose body is now surrounded by a triple …
1909 · PDF PAGE 261
…which hath no number, concealing the commencement of All-Things under the simulacrum of No-Thing. The Hegemon, the representative of the Gods of Truth and Justice, is consequently sent to superintend the preparation, thus symbolising that it is the Presider of Equilibrium who is to administrate the process of initiation by the commencement of the Equilibration of the forces in the Candidate himself, by the symbols of Rectitude and Self-control. But it is the sentinel who actually prepares the Candidate; whose body is now surrounded by a triple …
1905 · PDF PAGE 164
…ive this pure heart to that maidenly, And let mine old age grow upon my hair, Finding my happiness in seeing him The all-devoted, and in God’s good pleasur Have little children playing at my knees, That I may listen, in their innocent prayers, For Jesus’ voice. And I will never break The secret of his being to my boy Lest he despise me. ‘This one reticence I think my long-drawn agony may earn. For I will do without a mother’s name If only I may keep a son’s love still ! [ Axed. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY (wth sarcaslic verve). She will not break an oath…
1907 · PDF PAGE 168
…this one horror where a man may fall. I am alive, and live not: I am dead, And die not: on my desolated head No dew may drop, no word of God be spoken, None heard, if by some chance some word be said. The wheels of Fate are over me; quite crushed Lies my pale body where her body blushed, Quite dead! there is no single sob that stirs, No pulse of blood of all that filled and flushed Her cheek and mine, her breast and mine: and lo! How sunset’s bloom is faded on the snow ! There is no Jaugh of all those laughs of hers, Those tender thrills of lau…
1939 · PDF PAGE 30
…claim the entire doctrine of Yoga in the fewest possible words 'with a shout, and with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God.' St. Paul's First Epistle to the Thessalonians, the Fourth Chapter and the Sixteenth Verse. I did so. "Sit still. Stop thinking. Shut up. Get out!" The first two of these instructions comprise the whole of the technique of Yoga. The last two are of a sublimity which it would be improper to expound in this present elementary stage. The injunction 'Sit still' is intended to include the inhibition of all bod…
1907 · PDF PAGE 169
…mphant in the dawn Not of mere sun’s. rise, but before the birth Of a new system on the unfolded lawn Of space beyond the sceptre of the Gods! I, seeing all this, would foil Time’s periods — For one small woman on this-one mear earth, Would spoil the plan of the inane Abodes, Throw out of gear all Nature’s enginery For such a grain of tinsel dust as I, Reluctant to be mangled in the wheel-— Looks other meanness so contemptibly? Yet I persist. Zeus, When Hera to thine Io did refuse Peace, and the gadfly bit like barbéd steel Those limbs with dew…
1919 · PDF PAGE 292
…antastically shapen out of nothing, literally without effort. And this is the secret of life. This is the sublime and sacred jest of the Gods, to take the gross, the stupid, the banal, and suddenly to manifest a flower. For this reason I wish to put it upon record, that I think that Alexander Harvey is the greatest realist alive to-day. The dull rationalist dribbles of cause and effect, neither perceiving the one, nor understanding the other. Alexander Har- vey has the mystery of Pan. ALEXANDER TABASCO. Beyonp Lire. By James Brancu Cazett. Robe…
1943 · PDF PAGE 5
…y. It is I, not another, that willeth your whole Freedom, and the arising within you of full Knowledge and Power. Behold! the Kingdom of God is within you, even as the Sun standeth eternal in the heavens, equal at midnight and at noon. He riseth not: he setteth not: it is but the shadow of the earth which concealeth him, or the clouds upon her face. Let me then declare unto you this Mystery of the Law, as it hath been made known unto me in divers places, upon the mountains and in the deserts, but also in great cities, which thing I speak for yo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 204
…wells profounder than the very sea. Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so, Into the very Presence of the Three That Are beyond all Gods. And nowI know What spiritual Light is drawing me Up to its stooping splendour. In my soul I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn, Rush with my Rising. There, beyond the goal, The Veil is rent ! Yes: let the veil be drawn. SIN. Yu rivers, and ye elemental caves, Above the fountains of the broken ice, Know ye what dragon lurks within your waves ? Know ye the secret of the cockatrice? The basilisk whose …