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1954 · PDF PAGE 410

Magick Without Tears

…h a thousand apparently sufficient witnesses to the facts. I would have you lay this closely to your heart , dear Sister, and moreover always to keep in mind what I have written in this letter so that you may be able to recognize when the occasion arises how much better evidence of the power and intelligence of the Order is this to being constantly cheered up along the difficult way by incidents such as it is possible to explain by what might be considered normal circumstances. Finally, let me insist that it is a definite symptom of Magical ill…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 115

Moonchild

… charge of the defence of the circle." [165] Sister Clara uttered a sharp exclamation. It had not occurred to her to think of it in that way. "I should be obliged," continued Brother Onofrio, "if you could see your way to impose a rule of silence for seven days from sunset to-night. Excepting, of course, in the invocations. I will warn the boys; do you take up the matter with Iliel and the girls." " It shall be done." Brother Onofrio went off to the private room where he did his own particular magick. He saw that a serious inroad had been made;…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 42

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 4)

the foot of a cliff; but the easiest way — also the speediest, most direct, least obstructed, the way of minimum effort—would be simply to jump. I should hâve destroyed my will in the act of fulfilling it, or what I mistook for it; for the true will has no goal ; its nature being to Go. Similarly a paraboia is bound by one law which fixes its relations with two straight lines at every point ; yet it has no end short of infinity, and it continually changes its direc¬ tion. The initiate who is aware Who he is can always check his conduct by refer…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 75

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…en. {141} 17 I began my last year at Cambridge with my moral decks cleared for action. I didn't know where I was going, but I was on the way. I was thus quite ready for the perception of the First Noble Truth, but also for an entirely new current to influence my life. Towards the end of the October term I met a man named Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt. He was an M.A., ten years older than myself, and had merely come up to Cambridge to dance for the F.D.C. (Footlights Dramatic Club). I saw him only once or twice that term, but corresponded with …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 55

Jephthah

…Or swallows silver in the grove Where sylph and salamander meet, And gnome and undine swoon for love ! Her feet that flit upon the windy way Twin fawns, the daughters of the rosy day. Behold, the arms of her desire Wave, weave, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare ; The white diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair ; The dance is woven of the breeze, the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following, And every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 44

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…we covered our hair; The voice of the singer was dumb, the voice of the triumph of prayer. But God had pity upon us, Our evil and fallen way; His mercy was mighty on us ; His lips are as rosy as day Broken out of the sea at the sunrise, as fragrant as flowers in May. Our sin was great in His sight: _ We chased from our gates our brother, We shamed his father’s might, We spat on the grave of his mother, We laughed in his face and mocked, looking slyly one to another. But God beheld, and His hand Was heavy to bring us grief; He brought down fire …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 81

The Mother’s Tragedy

…us sight! see! the black gibbet and the murderer swinging! Come, child of wonder and the innocent eyes! Come where the toad his stealthy way is taking. Flaps the bat’s wing upon thy cheek? How wise, How wicked are those faces! And the skies Are muffled, and the firmament is quaking. Spectres of cats misshapen nestle close, And rub their phantom sides against our dresses. Come, child of wonder! in these souls morose Keen joys may shudder—how the daylight goes !— Night shall betray thee to the cold caresses! Yes; it is nigh the hour of subtlety A…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 145

Book 4 (Part II)

…ight illumines the whole Temple, yet upon it are cast no shadows, no reflections. It cannot be touched, it cannot be extinguished, in no way can it change; for it is utterly apart from all those things which

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1919 · PDF PAGE 68

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ksgiving; the Righteousness of the Lord hatli made my throat his habitation. The pavilion of the Lord is the roof of my mouth; the gate- way of the Lord is of ivory. My tongue is the handmaiden of the Lord; the Lord hath delighted in the palace of porphyry. My lips shall rejoice in the righteousness of the Lord; my belly shall give thank, for the Lord filleth it with bene- diction. Iam the vessel of the Lord; the Lord delighteth in me; the Lord hath brought me to fulfilment. Give praise unto the Lord, all ye that love the Lord; rejoice in Him, …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 54

Orpheus

…is but glory to thee. One other is left me, The light of the earth. If Fate had bereft me, Oh Muse, of thy birth, Still I had cleft me A way in her girth! I tune the loud lyre once again to the mother of men in her mirth. O mighty and glad In spring-time and summer! O tearful and sad When the sun is grown dumber, 55

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1910 · PDF PAGE 87

The Winged Beetle

…. But dung she is, and dung she must remain.” Thus then with proud humility the younger Answered that holy ancient Wisdom-monger : “ The Way grows clear as crystal to my ken. Let me to teach this alchemy to men.” “ Do ! ” answered He, “ and learn. The race shall rage Through to the blackness of the Dragon-stage : “ Few may pass on.” The younger God essayed The scheme—and a nice mess of it he made ! So that—or trousers, petticoats, or tights Hide what makes honest men turn sodomites. Hence our joints ache, and life is out of joint— All ways we t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 42

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…aste darkening , and , at length , flame ultimate on the deep . Oh , the last fire and you , unkissed , unfriended there ! Oh , the lone way 's red ending , and we not there to weep ! ( We found you pale and quiet , and strangely crowned with flowers , Lovely and secret as a child . You came with us , Came happily , hand in hand with the young dancing hours , High on the downs at dawn !) Void now and tenebrous , The grey sands curve before me .. . From the inland meadows , Fragrant of June and clover , floats the dark , and fills The hollow sea…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 102

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…in setting my spiritual welfare above her happiness. She had made a generous gesture; I could do no less. She agreed not to stand in the way of my performing the Operation of Abra-Melin, but begged me to give her a living memory of our love. I agreed and the sequel will be told in its place. During this time, magical phenomena were of constant occurrence. I had two temples in my flat; one white, the walls being lined with six huge mirrors, each six feet by eight; the other black1, a mere cupboard, in which stood an altar supported by the figure…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 40

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 1)

…nst the Magical Hierarchy is futile. One cannot call it incorrect — the only line to take might be that it was inconvénient. In the same way one çannot say that the Roman alphabet is better or worse than the Greek, since ail required sounds can be more or less satisfactorily represented by either; yet both these alphabets were found so liitle satisfactory when it came to an attempt at phonetic printing of Oriental languages, that the alphabet had to be expanded by the use of italics and other diacritical marks. In the same way our magical alpha…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 83

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…And bathed enamoured in the secret sea, Both knowing our words were spoken— for an hour. THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY. ‘* Persever in that clear way thou goest, And the gods strengthen thee.” Pericles, LINKED in the tiny shelf upon the ship, My blind eyes burned into her mild ones: limbs Twined to each other while fine dew bedims Their quivering skins: lip fastened unto lip: Whole soul and body frenzied meet and clip; And the breath staggers, and the life- blood swims ! Terrible gods chant black demoniac hymns As the frail cords of honour strain and sl…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 150

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 1)

… must, therefore, be an object suitable to the nature of our Operation, and we must hâve some such means of applying its force to such a way as will naturally compel the obedience of the portion of Nature which we are trying to change. If one will the death of a sinner, it is not sufficient to hâte him, even if we grant that the vibrations of thought, when sufficiently powerful and pure, may modify the Astral light sufficiently to impress its intention to a certain extent on such people as happen to be sensitive. It is much surer to use one’s m…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 55

Songs of the Spirit

Far, far away, where desolation ends, There is a water of serenest blue ; And by it stands, as patient and as true As in the past, his form to whom I turn, And break my bondage and would touch anew His holy lips ; my body and spirit yearn ; He fades away, and fires of Hell within me burn. Still, as I journey through the waste, I see A silver figure more divine arise ; The Christ usurps the horizon for me, And He requickens the forgotten skies ; His golden locks are burning on my eyes, And He with rosy finger points the way, The blood-wrought my…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 15

The Poem

112 | MYSTERIES: BRANDON. That ’s where he is, youscoundrel. Out of the way, fool! [Kunocking John over, bursts the door open and enters.| There you are, you snivelling little swine. My God! to think that damned puppy’s my son! Come out of it! VAUGHAN [who has entered and rung the bellfor the servants}. I shall have you locked up for assaulting my servant. BRANDON. And you for abducting my son. He’s coming with me now or, there'll be a fuss.) Mark my words, you rascal. — : [Enter two Footmen. VAUGHAN. Seize that man. [Zhey sezze and hold him af…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 235

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soul—shall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ; God—should you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it? Then you have pacted an oath—judge you if He will forsake it.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 470

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… fit to make To thee. The weak beats down the strong; The fool’s cap shames the helm. But thou! I know thee for the shade that haunts My way, sets shame upon my brow, My purpose dims, my courage daunts. Then, since the thinker must be dumb, At least the knight may knightly act: The wisest monk in Christendom May have his skull broke by a fact.” With that, as a snake strikes, his sword Leapt burning to the burning blue; And fell, one swift, assured award, Stabbing that hunchback through and through.

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