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…e name of religion in that it unites all the characters which agree with that great and universal aspiration of the human soul. One only thing, which is to all most evidently divine, is manifested in the world. It is charity. The work of true religion should be to produce, to preserve, and to spread abroad the spirit of charity. To arrive at this end she must herself possess all the characteristics of charity, in such a manner that one could define her satisfactorily, in naming her, “ Organic Charity.” Now, what are the characteristics of chari…
1913 · PDF PAGE 371
…e name of religion in that it unites all the characters which agree with that great and universal aspiration of the human soul. One only thing, which is to all most evidently divine, is manifested in the world. It is charity. The work of true religion should be to produce, to preserve, and to spread abroad the spirit of charity. To arrive at this end she must herself possess all the characteristics of charity, in such a manner that one could define her satisfactorily, in naming her, “ Organic Charity.” Now, what are the characteristics of chari…
1939 · PDF PAGE 69
…y; and the theory of original sin vitiates their whole position, because instead of the noble and inspiring Trance of Sorrow they have nothing but the miserable, cowardly, and selfish sense of guilt to urge them to undertake the Work. 15. I think we may dismiss altogether from our minds every claim to experience made by any Christian of whatever breed of spiritual virus as a mere morbid reflection, the apish imitation of the true ecstasies and trances. All expressions of the real thing must partake of the character of that thing, and therefore …
1901 · PDF PAGE 91
…all not forget. It is ill to blaspheme the silence with a wicked whispered thought— How still they were, those nights ! when this web of things was wrought ! How still, how terrible ! O my dolorous tender brides, As I lay and dreamt in the dark by your shameful beautiful sides ! And now you are mine no more, I know ; but I cannot bear The curse—that another is drunk on the life that stirs your hair : Every hair was alive with a spark of midnight’s delicate flame, Or a glow of the nether fire, or an old illustrious shame. Many, so many, were ye …
1909 · PDF PAGE 138
…rstand all the Psalms of Benediction; there is spontaneous praise, a fountain in my heart. The authors of the Psalms must have known something of this Illumination when they wrote them. It seems, too, that this Operation is transformed. I suppose it must read as a patchwork of most inhar- monious colour, a thing without continuityor cohesion. Το me, now, it appears from the very start a simple direct progress in one straight line. I can hardly remember that there were checks. Of course my rational memory picking out details finds otherwise. But …
1939 · PDF PAGE 25
…hoose in our Yoga. It is written in the Book of the Law, Chapter 1, verse 22, "Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing and any other thing, for thereby there cometh hurt." Venus represents the ecstatic acceptance of all possible experience, and the transcendental assumption of all particular experience into the one experience. Oh yes, by the way, don't forget this. In a lesser sense Venus represents tact. Many of the problems that confront the Yogi are impracticable to intellectual manipulation. They yield to graciousnes…
1909 · PDF PAGE 41
…ereupon. All this I wrote in the Might of the Secret Ring committed unto me by the Masters; so that all might be absolutely correct. One thing strikes me as worthy of mention. Last night when I went into the restaurant to speak to 39
1910 · PDF PAGE 207
…D 197 Oh, loving Father of all, what a world Thou hast made ! What a gift is life ! How much it holds of love and laughter ! Is there anything more, anything better ? I cannot believe it. Is there anything, anybody that could make me happier ? THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. EUPHEMIA. Good afternoon, Mr. Todd ! So glad to see you ! Why, how strange you look ! What have you to say to me ? [TODD whispers in her ear. EUPHEMIA. How splendid ! You mean it ? It is true ? Better than all the rest ! Come, come ! [She throws her arm round his neck and ru…
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
…makes thee live Foor ever, from mine aris a fugitive. (1) Red light and mirrored roses! Is the world A mirror only of life? Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voices can I see White flesh, dark eyes, and l…
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
…makes thee live Foor ever, from mine aris a fugitive. (1) Red light and mirrored roses! Is the world A mirror only of life? Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voices can I see White flesh, dark eyes, and l…
1922 · PDF PAGE 218
…his bedside manner. He was kneeling in front of my chair, and held up his hand like a priest making an offering to his goddess. The next thing I remember is that I was walking feverishly, almost running, up Sloane Street. I hada feeling of being pursued. Was it true, that old Greek fable of the Furies? What had I done? What had I done? , My fingers worked spasmodically on the little amber- tinted bottle of poison. I wanted to get away from every one and everything. I didn’t know where I was going. I hated Peter from the depths of my soul. I wou…
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
…me the fear ? IT always knew you never had a heart. God! whoamI1? My Lola, speak tome! Tell me you love me; tell me — Lam dazed With something terrible and strange I see Even in the mouth that kissed, the lips that praised. You leer above me like a brooding fiend Waiting to leap upon a babe unweaned. — 102 — {Il Kiss me at least! We always were good friends — Kiss me for old times’ sake — Kiss me just once! I know this ends — as every sweet thing ends! But — say you are not angry! Ere you pounce, Forgive me! You could make me glad to die, I thi…
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
…. From that supreme effort I am fallen exhausted — until, as it may chance, the Gods renew my vigour. And all my other work I count as nothing ; for I have written this in Pan, and in Pan I am content. To the boys and girls of England I give my book, the charter of their freedom. ALICE WESLEY TORR OR ALEISTER CROWLEY ? With one thing and another to worry me I was a ner- vous wreck all this March and April of 1908. I was was- ting my time in constructing anagrams on my name to publish this book under. Which shows how dependant the best of us is …
1911 · PDF PAGE 137
…et the room was suddenly filled with a pale green light—or was it rosy ?—or was it golden P—or was it like the moon? That was the strange thing about it. To every name one put to it an inward voice answered: No, not that; like that, but not quite that. Luminous, spectral, cloudy, shimmering—it was all these, and something more. He placed his hand upon the girl’s forehead. " Are you perfectly awake ? " “I am awake, frater." “ Can you give me the sign of your grade?" “ I must not move. But I am poised for diving, frater." " The word ? " Haltingly …
1911 · PDF PAGE 137
…et the room was suddenly filled with a pale green light—or was it rosy ?—or was it golden P—or was it like the moon? That was the strange thing about it. To every name one put to it an inward voice answered: No, not that; like that, but not quite that. Luminous, spectral, cloudy, shimmering—it was all these, and something more. He placed his hand upon the girl’s forehead. " Are you perfectly awake ? " “I am awake, frater." “ Can you give me the sign of your grade?" “ I must not move. But I am poised for diving, frater." " The word ? " Haltingly …
1912 · PDF PAGE 270
…L, Now, meenister, this is whaur ye're wanted. D’ye consent, Elder? Ye‘ve been a hairtless auld scoundrel, but ye can e’en dae the richt thing by the lass n00. EEL. Ayl I repent sincerely. AWL. None 0’ that! Say ye‘re sorry, like a mon [ EEL. I‘m sorry, Jeannie. An' I‘ll be agude mon tae ye, lass. AWL. That's better. Now, meenister, the Blessing. MEEK. In the name 0‘ God, I declare ye lawful man an’ wife. [He join: their hand: mul Nesse: litem.] AWL. An’ no more private still, Elder, an’ no more bribes fra distillers l BEL. Ay! I mean it. AWL. …
1912 · PDF PAGE 270
…L, Now, meenister, this is whaur ye're wanted. D’ye consent, Elder? Ye‘ve been a hairtless auld scoundrel, but ye can e’en dae the richt thing by the lass n00. EEL. Ayl I repent sincerely. AWL. None 0’ that! Say ye‘re sorry, like a mon [ EEL. I‘m sorry, Jeannie. An' I‘ll be agude mon tae ye, lass. AWL. That's better. Now, meenister, the Blessing. MEEK. In the name 0‘ God, I declare ye lawful man an’ wife. [He join: their hand: mul Nesse: litem.] AWL. An’ no more private still, Elder, an’ no more bribes fra distillers l BEL. Ay! I mean it. AWL. …
1914 · PDF PAGE 23
… oil as ours anoint ‘The brazen brows of a usurping king? Is it not in our right that you and 1, No more you and I, should be some third thing, given Not by the Gods, nor chance, nor Destiny, But—by what That that is beyond hell and heaven ? Lost, lost, for ever lost we are; I know No word to answer the eternal Why, No spell that may subdue the eternal woe ‘That “ you” are somehow different from 11" Lost, lost! O may not death discover spells? Has not the spasm of dissolution charms?
1904 · PDF PAGE 60
… I watched her lower twinkle. I went in to her tunnel ; Put on Hans Carvels ring ; Was filtered in her funnel, And goose-and-ducked her thing. I split her rump, and vaulted The star above her garter ; Her strong-room I assaulted, And occupied her farter. From which you all may gather That it will not be long Before I am a father . . . And that is all my song. There ! Let me alone now, and I will continue the Archbishops recital. How was it that days so sweet must pass ? Oh Jimson ! Oh divine maestro and thy Opera Or- ange Pekoe ! To this …
1912 · PDF PAGE 65
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 47 I wash my hands of the whole thing. But Ill say this : I think she aimed too high, and having made a miss, Took her revenge. 2ND RUFFIAN. Revenge ? Blasphemer, hold your tongue. ALONZO. Be careful, youre so beautiful, you may die young. Doesnt your Doges daughter lie deadand foully dead Because your virgin itched for Mortadellos bed ? 1ST RUFFIAN. Over the bridge with him ! 2ND RUFFIAN. Over ! [They seize ALONZO. SHACKABACK. Stay friends ! 3RD RUFFIAN. Dog Jew ! You say a word, well duck your lousy carcass too…