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1996 · PDF PAGE 88

The Law is for All

…s not knowable, for He is merely that part of Her which She formulates in order that She may be known. 5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright. Commentary: The “old time” is the /Eon of the Dying God. Some of his rituals are founded on an utterly false metaphysic and cosmogony; but others are based on Truth. We mend these, and end those. This “Knowledge” is the initiated Wisdom of this /Eon of Horus. See Book 4, Part III, fo…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 14

Songs of the Spirit

So brake the soul, as newly re-arisen Beyond the years. Far above Space and Time, that earth environ With bands and bars we strive against in vain, Far o’er the world, and all its triple iron And brazen chain, Far from the change that men call life fled higher Into the world immutable of sleep, We see our loved one, and vain eyes desire In vain to weep. Woeful our gaze, if on Ione Earth descendent, To view the absence of yon flame afar— Yet in the Heavens, anew, divine, resplendent, Behold a star ! One light the less, that steady flamed and eve…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 160

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…e cruelty of Pluto and his might In the abyss bestow: Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils, Restricted not by space and time, my dream Foresees the doom of Fate ; My spirit wrestles in the Dream-King’s toils Always in vain, and Hope’s forerunners gleam Alway one step too late.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 106

In Residence

…nce Society. ‘ This, in a French theatre, is as rare as it is delightful ; 4 and though it is conditioned, like all phenomena, by space, time, and causality, it is none the less refreshing.? VLADIMIR SVAREFF, P.L.A.L. 1 The MS. is almost illegible ; the word might be ‘‘ disappointing.” 2 Ditto. ditto. ditto. ‘‘ refrigerating.”

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1928 · PDF PAGE 99

Little Poems in Prose

… beloved, his inimitable Fanciullo? it is pleasant and admissible to be- lieve it. The guilty nobles had enjoyed the comedy for the last time; in the same night they were wiped out of life. Since then many a mime, justly appreciated in divers countries, has come to play before the Court of His Highness, but not one has been able to equal the marvellous talent of Fanciullo, nor to obtain the same degree of fa- vour.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 70

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ther sniff off your hand.” Lou laughed like a chime of bells in Moscow on Easter ~ morning. Remember, the Russian Easter is not the same time as our Easter. They slipped up a fortnight one way or the other—I never can remember which— as long as you know what I mean. She threw the empty silk bag in the air, and caught it in her teeth with a passionate snap, which sent me nearly out of my mind again. I would have loved to be a bird, and have my head snapped off by those white, small, sharp incisors. Practical ‘girl, my Lady Pendragon! Instead of …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 75

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…e need of smashing something into matchwood, and I was all messed up about it because it was Lou that I wanted to smash, and at the same time she was the most precious and delicate piece of porcelain that ever came out of the Ming dynasty or whatever the beastly period is. The most fragile, exquisite beauty! To touch her was to profane her. I had a sudden nauseating sense of the bestiality of marriage. I had no idea at the time that this sudden revulsion of feeling was due to a mysterious premonition of the physiological effects of heroin in de…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 236

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…w it was very dangerous to disturb any one’s astral double, so I tiptoed out of the room ; but the double followed me noiselessly. Every time I looked over my shoulder he was there, though he was very quick at dodging back round the corner or into a doorway. ... Peter has been very preoccupied for some time. He writes out telegrams on forms, and then tears them up; and then he seems to think that isn’t safe, and picks the pieces up and burns them. I asked him about it; but he would say nothing, and got very angry. | I think I know what it is, t…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 20

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…eternally alone. But when you get mixed up with a fairly decent crowd, you forget that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of its disease —that of thinking. My old commander was right. I think a lot too much ; so did Shakespeare. That’s what worked him up to write those wonderful things about sleep. I’ve forgotten what they were; but they impressed me at the time. I said to myself, ‘‘ This old bird knew how dreadful it is to be conscious.”

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1922 · PDF PAGE 230

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… I can’t hear what he says. I was disturbed, of course. I always am being dis- turbed. I am so tired. Why won’t they let me alone ? This time it was a shot. The magic room has windows all around it. I went to see who could have fired. It was very bright moonlight ; but I could see nothing. Then there came another flash and report. I went round to the side it came from, and watched. It was by the lake. I watched a long time. Then a crouching figure hidden among the reeds sprang up, put a gun to its shoulder and fired twice in rapid succession. T…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 51

Songs of the Spirit

…e transcending everything alway, Pity me, pity, since the poisonous root Of parting strikes the beauty of the day ; We meet for the last time beside the ocean gray. Soul of my soul, we never can forget— But, is our parting burnt across the skies ? Is the last word said ? Must our lips be set Not to new song, but to the bitter sighs As of a child whose flower-garden dies, Who knows no hope of some enduring spring ? 41

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1903 · PDF PAGE 77

Alice: An Adultery

…st, Still thinking I was master of my heart : Saying, “ Another month to be a man, Another month to kiss her and be kissed, And then—all time to Magic and to Art !” 57

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1904 · PDF PAGE 79

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

nothing about that unfortunate little contretemps of the Countess : and I hope to see you again some time, and I will go on with the story of my life. Au revoir, then, and farewell ! The Lord bless you, and keep you : the Lord lift up the light of his counte- nance upon you and give you peace : both now and for evermore, Amen ! He made the sign of the Cross, spat in my left eye, and spunked in my right ; then ushered me to the door with courtly politeness. At the gate he impressed a loving kiss upon my arsehole, and gave a final but business-li…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 46

Orpheus

THE TEMPEST Wide-winged, many-throated, Colossal, sublime, I come and am coated With feathers of Time. I hear the deep note, head My pinions to climb, The roar of devoted Large limbs of the mine That mocks the loud lords of Olympus; we mingle; I wake. I come with the sound of a snake. ORPHEUS O storm many-winded, O life of the air, Thou angry and blinded Hast sky for thy share. O mother deep-minded, My lyre to my prayer Responds, and the elements answer or ever my soul is aware. Ye powers of deep water And sea-running bays, Earth’s fugitive dau…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 416

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers He seeth a satyr fondly dote And languish on a swan-soft goat. Then he in mid-caress desires The ear of strong Sir Palamede.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 416

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers He seeth a satyr fondly dote And languish on a swan-soft goat. Then he in mid-caress desires The ear of strong Sir Palamede.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 109

The Winged Beetle

…hou knowest me who I am The inmost soul and saviour Of man ; what hieroglyph Of the dragon and the lamb Shall thou and I engrave here On Time’s inscandescable cliff ? V Look ! in the polished granite, Black as thy cartouche is with sins, I read the searing sentence That blasts the eyes that scan it : “ HOOR and SET be TWINS.” A fico for repentance ! VI Ay ! O Son of my mother That snarled and clawed in her womb As now we rave in our rapture, I know thee, I love thee, brother ! Incestuous males that consume The light and the life that we capture…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 65

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ousness of physical well-being. Put in this way, the magical theory of existence is self-evident. I did not apprehend it clearly at this time; but I unconsciously acted upon it as soon as I had discovered the worthlessness of the world. But I was so far from perceiving that every act is magical, whether one likes it or not, that I supposed the escape from matter to involve a definite invasion of the spiritual world. Indeed, I was so far from understanding that matter was in its nature secondary and symbolic, that my principal preoccupation was …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 41

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ts and eructations as of a dyspeptic sow, while the sticky and purulent sweat ran over her blubber flanks. But at the expiration of that time, she was again ready for action, and indeed, seemed to be so set on edge by her involuntary abstention that I doubt whether after all I gained much by the interrup- tion. How’s the hot poultice for the Irish tooth- ache ? I whispered to the gluttonous and open- arsed schickster. Shit ! She sighed ; shut your mug and open your urethra, and get on with the bum tickling, can’t you ? (I give you my word I had…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 311

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING “On turning to the left I saw that near me was a rock door, and then for the first time I became aware that I was clothed in my robes of white.* Passing through the door, I found myself on the face of a high cliff that sank away into the abysms of space below me; and my foot slipping on the slippery stone, I stumbled forward, and would of a certainty have been dashed into that endless gulf, had not the shepherd caught me and held me back. “Then wings were given me, and diving off from that great rocky cliff like a…

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