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…rth In childhood merry as divine, enchanted Earth! Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaughter Whereby to capture and atone the Soul of Water! Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare To One refined, outflung to Naught, the Word of Air! Most, bridal bound, my quintessential Form thus freeing From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit‐Being.
Line 2. Lines 3. Lme 4. Line 5. Lme 6. Line 7. Lme 8. “Truth” is the necessary relation of any two things; therefore, although it implies duality, it enables us to conceive of two things as being one thing such that it demands to be defined by com- plementals. Thus, an hyperbola is a simple idea, but its construction exacts two curves. The Angel, as the adept knows him, is a being Tiphereth, which obscures Kether. The Adept is not officially aware of the higher Sephiroth. He cannot perceive, like the Xpsissimus, that ail things soever are equal…
…ed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if God’s voice should break . _And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened, Lest God should speak and find me not awake> For his own sake. No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate That enviable universal state. The sun and moon beheld, stood still. Only the spirit’s axis, will, Considered its own so…
… in the shower That dews like death your swooning loveliness . To know you love me ; that your body leaps With the quick passion of your soul ; to know Your fragrant kisses sting my spirit so ; To be one soul where Satan smiles and sleeps ; Ah ! in the very triumph - hour of Hell Satan himself remembers whence he fell ! ? Again , such lines as these from the “ Triumph of Man " : And all the earth is blasted ; the green sward Burns where it touches , and the barren sod 1 The Tale of Archais , vol . I, p . 11 . ? The Temple of the Holy Ghost , vo…
…ay steams. Alone, I make a black carouse With her to dominate my dreams. With skulls and knives she keeps control (O Mother Kali!) of my soul. She is crowned with emeralds like leaves, And rubies flame from either eye; A rose upon her bosom heaves, Turquoise and lapis lazuli. She hath a kirtle like a maid :— Amethyst, amber, pearl, and jade! Her face is fashioned like a moon; Her breasts are tongues of pointed jet; Her belly of opal fairly hewn; And round about her neck is set 68
…g, fit Phantom of dull stupidity, And evolution’s endless stress All the inanity to knit Thence : such a dark device I see ! Nor lull my soul in the caress Of Buddha’s “Maya fashioned it.”41 My mind seems ready to agree ; But still my senses worry me. Nor can I see what sort of gain God finds in this creating pain ; Nor do the Vedas help me here. Why should the Paramatma cease42 From its eternity of peace, Develop this disgusting drear System of stars, to gather again Involving, all the realm of pain, Time, space, to that eternal calm ? Blavats…
…rsation of the Holy Guardian Angel. The next critical step is the sacrificing of this whole or- ganism to the Mother, Neshamah, a higher Soul which is as spiritually dark and lonely as Nephesh was materially. Neshamah is beyond the Abyss, has no concern with that bridal, but to absorb it; and by offering the blood of her Son to the All-Father, that was her husband, she awakes Him. He, in His turn, vitalizes the original Daughter, thus com- pleting the cycle. Now on the human plane this All-Father is the true generative force, the real Ego, of w…
…e red sun, A sight to slay or stun; Sepulchral dews Fall from the rayless globe, Whose sightless fingers probe My golden-folded robe, My soul’s misuse. And in that thankless shape Vines grow without a grape, Thorns roseless spring. Nay! There is no escape :— The yawning portals gape, The orbed ring As by a whirlpool drawn Into that devil-dawn :— I sink and shriek and fawn Upon the thing. Ha! in the desperate pang And subtle stroke and fang Of hateful kisses Whence devilish laughter sprang, Close on me with a clang The brazen abysses. The leopar…
… Christ ascends,” I take the symbol, leave the fact, Decline to make the smallest pact With your creative Deity, And say: The Christhood-soul in me, Risen of late, is now quite clear Even of the smallest taint of Earth. Supplanting God, the Man has birth (“ New Birth” you'll call the same, I fear,) Transcends the ordinary sphere And flies in the direction ‘‘x.” (There lies the fourth dimension.) Vex My soul no more with mistranslations From Genesis to Revelations, But leave me with the Flaming Star,” Jeheshua (See thou Zohar !) And thus our for…
…s : the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life's atom-bonds must strain—aye, and most move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. 1 9
…d sprite Who flew from heaven—was it hell ?— Into these bounds of light And music—yesternight— Had some new song to tell. I saw a living soul Flame into mortal dress ; Whose glance—a fiery coal, Whose lips—a ruby bowl Whose wine was wickedness. They were strange lips, I ween, Whereon no kiss might be, And teeth were sharp therein ; Ivory and white and keen, Tameless as hungering sea. Strange body of my desire, Voluptuous, lithe, and wan ; For, on my eyes drawn nigher,
124 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Flame, ye young fingers of light, on the West of the Dawning that run ! Flame, O thou Meteor Car, for my fire is exalted in thee ! Lighten the darkness and herald the daylight, and waken the sea ! Flame, O flame ! Crown Her, O crown Her with stars as with flowers for a virginal gaud ! Crown Her, O crown Her with Light and the flame of the down-rushing Sword ! Crown Her, O crown Her with Love for maiden and mother and wife ! Hail unto Isis ! Hail ! For She is the Lady of Life ! Isis crowned !
…, Rotting away ! In the place of her face is a gory hole, And the worms are gnawing the tissues foul, And the devil is gloating over her soul, Rotting away ! 8
11.15. 11.35. JOHN ST. JOHN ambrosial air, I was nigh falling for that intense sweet- ness that dissolved away the soul. Even as a lover that swoons with excess of pleasure at the first kiss of the beloved, even so was I, oh my Lord Adonai ! Wherefore I am come hither to my chamber to enflame myself in praying at the Altar that I have set up. And I am ready, robed, armed, anointed . . . Ardesco ! The Thirteenth Day. It is Eight o’clock in the morning. Being entered into the Silence, let me abide in the Silence! AMEN I39
…n all the seasons and the tides. But ah! the more it changed and changed” — (The good knight laughed to split his sides !) “What? Is the soul of things deranged? The more it changed, and rippled through Its changes, and still changed, and changed, The liker to itself it grew. Bear me,” he cried, “ to purge my bile To the old land of Hormakhu, That I may sit and curse awhile At all these follies fond that pen My quest about—on, on to Nile! Tread tenderly, my merry men! For nothing is so void and vile As Palamede the Saracen.”
…gh the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet the day . 132
…istorted form. I was also aware of the prime agony of meditation, the “dryness ”* (as Molinos calls it) which hardens and sterilises the soul. The very practice which should flood it with light leads only to a darkness more terrible than death, a despair and disgust which only too often lead to abandonment, when in truth they should encourage, for that—as the oracles affirm— it is darkest before the dawn. Meditation therefore annoyed me, as tightening and con- stricting the soul. I began to ask myself if the “dryness’ was an essential part of t…
…istorted form. I was also aware of the prime agony of meditation, the “dryness ”* (as Molinos calls it) which hardens and sterilises the soul. The very practice which should flood it with light leads only to a darkness more terrible than death, a despair and disgust which only too often lead to abandonment, when in truth they should encourage, for that—as the oracles affirm— it is darkest before the dawn. Meditation therefore annoyed me, as tightening and con- stricting the soul. I began to ask myself if the “dryness’ was an essential part of t…
…s of the state in which the higher hasheesh exaltation really exists. It is a partial sundering, for the time, of those ties which unite soul and body. That spirit should ever lose the traces of a single impression is impossible. In the morning he awoke at the usual time; but, his temperament being perhaps more sensitive than mine, the hasheesh delight, without its hallucination, continued for several days. And now a new fact flashed before me. This agony was not new; I had felt it ages ago, in the same room, among the same people, and hearing …
…s of the state in which the higher hasheesh exaltation really exists. It is a partial sundering, for the time, of those ties which unite soul and body. That spirit should ever lose the traces of a single impression is impossible. In the morning he awoke at the usual time; but, his temperament being perhaps more sensitive than mine, the hasheesh delight, without its hallucination, continued for several days. And now a new fact flashed before me. This agony was not new; I had felt it ages ago, in the same room, among the same people, and hearing …