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…ky describes in the Voice of the Silence as “not quite disgust.” certain Samadhic effects linger—the un— reality of things and one’s own sense of success, etc. 16. Samadhi not yet worn off. 17 . But oh! etc., only more so. 18. Ditto. Note lack of impatience, perfect satisfac- 21 tion with existing state. . . . . I am still “polarized” a good deal; my “indif- ference” is pronounced.
…ky describes in the Voice of the Silence as “not quite disgust.” certain Samadhic effects linger—the un— reality of things and one’s own sense of success, etc. 16. Samadhi not yet worn off. 17 . But oh! etc., only more so. 18. Ditto. Note lack of impatience, perfect satisfac- 21 tion with existing state. . . . . I am still “polarized” a good deal; my “indif- ference” is pronounced.
…es gibber as the brands burn low; Old shapes of hate, young phantoms of desire More hateful yet, shatter and change and grow. There is a sense of terror in the air, And dreadful stories catch my breath and bind me, Soft noises as of breathing: unaware What devils or what ghosts may lurk behind me! Even my horse is troubled: vain it is Invoking memory for sweet sound of youth ; The song, the day, the cup, the shot, the kiss! This night begets illusion—ay! the truth. I know the deep emotion of that birth, When chaos rolled in terror and in thunde…
…hat bars salvation, And glare its knowledge of its own damnation. v Is it for this you gorge and swill—to mask That death’s-head? In the senses drown all sense? For this that love's a toil, a trade, a task, A labour Hercules might call immense?
…of Love under Will, for that is its full and true meaning. It shows the harmony of the male and the fe‐ male: interpreted in the largest sense. It is perfect and placid harmony, radiating an intensity of joy and ecstasy.
…ke of molten joy, one pond Steady as light and hard as diamond ; One drop, one atom of constraint intense, Of elemental passion scorning sense, All the concentred music that is I. O ! hear me not ! I die ; I am borne away in misery of dumb life
… out of tone. Of course, I have always one excuse. I do not like any of the brandies at the Café Riche. So that every climax was in some sense marred ; the little rift appeared in the lute of the perfect dinner. Again, the only proper wine (as far as colour goes) is tawny port or old brown sherry ; and these are not possible with Filets de Sole Dugléré ; they would even tend to over-whelm the truffles. I resolved upon an austere and ceremonial course. Cold consommé after the melonpale dawns of the rich gold of that Ineffable Champagne Sauceto…
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…L STREET, LONDON, W.C. And all Booksellers WIELAND & CO. SIGNS AND SYMBOLS OF PRIMORDIAL MAN BY ALBERT CHURCHWARD “ The book is in every sense a great book.” —Zguinox. PRICE 13/6 NET
…nd in the lives of all men of the highest types of greatness. And it is also the withdrawing of one's self from life as such. In another sense it is the " Aura " of the Magician, that invisible egg or sheath which surrounds him. This " Aura " must be shining, elastic, impenetrable, even by the light, that is, by any partial light that comes from one side. The only light of the Magician is from the Lamp which hangs above his head, as he stands in the centre of the Circle, and the Robe, being open at the neck, opposes no obstacles to the passage …
…he golden light Of the Golden Age : we were re-born that night. (vir) More sombrely the secret summer broods Upon the world; there is no sense of green —In all the listening, virgin solitudes Of the spirit—that is not stirred; ah, love! we lean
…he golden light Of the Golden Age : we were re-born that night. (vir) More sombrely the secret summer broods Upon the world; there is no sense of green —In all the listening, virgin solitudes Of the spirit—that is not stirred; ah, love! we lean
…earing doubtless that they will be unable to tolerate their own company. Nearly all our misfortunes come to us from our not having the sense to remain in our chamber, says another wise man, Pascal, I think; thus summoning back into the cell of meditation all these wrong-headed persons who seek happiness in movement and in a prostitution which, if I were willing to speak the beautiful language of my epoch, I might call fraternitatal.
… and exclusively employed to de- note the yogic attainment. that word to Aum is attributed the great power of regenera- tion. It has the sense of the Greek Logos. immortality a-mrita, the same idea glyphed as a dew : the Christian Graal, cup, blood, etc. In short, every single word in the verse is literal- ly and even in two cases etymologically identical with a technical mystic Sanskrit phrase. This is not a carefully chosen and exceptional case : on the contrary, I challenge any orthodox divine to produce any passage of scripture or any decen…
…if it was unfortunate, which I doubt, that the messages had to be relayed at a place called Yung Chang. The operators there had the good sense to smoke opium most of the time, so occasionally a batch of telegrams would arrive, a dozen or so in a bunch, stating that it was noon at Pekin on various dates! So all the gross phenomena, all these sensations and perceptions, are illusion. All that one could really say was that there was a tendency on the part of some lunatic in Pekin to tell the people at Teng- Yueh what o'clock it was. 22. But even t…
… brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeing is annulled. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, and wake to think again. Fools ! bitter fools ! Our breaths and kisses seem Constrained in devilry, debauch, and dream : Lives logged in the morass of meat and drink, Loves dipped in Phlegethon, the perjured stream. Behold we would …
…ss. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! 62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say—and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple—To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant. 63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, f…
… selector is enclosed in the same network of time and space as his subject. less than now, it appeared quite useless. But I had a strong sense of duty about it. I think the idea was mostly to make sure that I knew everything that there was to be known, and incidentally to avoid the possibility of plagiarism. There was a certain tinge of vanity in the matter as well. I thought it shameful to leave anything unread. I was influenced by Ruskin's imbecile remark that any book worth reading was worth buying, and in consequence acquired books literall…
20 MORTADELLO With your design, I spell its inner sense, my lord If Magdalena were my guest until the rite ? GABRIELE. The auguries are fair ; you double my delight. But bid your cook beware ; double the tasters share ; Imagine my despair if . . . MONICA. It shall be my care. And heres a hint. You set a match ; then never let The opponent see the threat. GABRIELE. I am rebuked ; and yet You will forgive me, for the habit only stains My mind, because before my opponents had no brains. MONICA. Farewell, then, and God have you in his holy keepi…
…ss. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! 62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say—and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple—To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant. 63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, f…