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…child 0’ Satan! TONGS. The rantin’, roarin’ lion! GRAB. Ah] d'ye ken the noo wha the meenister meant by Sennacherib? ALL. Ah! GRAB. D’ye mind Sennacherib was King 0’ Babylon ? ALL. Ah! 220
… for lot and share Where hangs Prometheus, rolls Ixion’s wheel, And the stone rolls upon the limbs of steel? LEpode. These echoes, in my mind foul torturers, Present my fears, and image my distrust. No answer comes, no voice the silence stirs With joyful ‘‘ may ” or melancholy ‘‘ must.” Nor, though the gloom requicken, may I see Hades enthroned, my prayers who heedeth: nought, Nor glowing tear of bowed Persephone Drooped earthward for the ninefold misery wrought. In utter sorrow ever bound she stays, Hears not my song, nor heedeth anything, Who…
…inted for me. And her Eagerness of Purity doth encom- pass me with its soft Tenderness, and twineth about me with sweet Scent so that my mind is enkindled with a gentle Flame, luminous and subtle, and I write unto thee as in a Dream; for in this Enchantment of her Devotion I am caught up cunningly into Beautitude, with great Joy of the Gods that have bestrewn my Way with Flowers, ay many Flowers and Herbs of Magick and of Holiness withal to match their Beauty. Nay, o my Son, I will cease this Epistle unto thee for awhile, that I may rest in the…
…ch other, Crowns that palace of enduring marble With sky-piercing pinnacles of Will-power Rightly carven, rightly pointed ; strengthens [Mind sole centred on the single object] All against the lightning, earthquake, thunder,
…mental ultimatums a corrective dose . A good purgative is an excellent thing taken now and again , it keeps both the bowels free and the mind clear , and Mrs. Grundy is nothing if she be not constipated . “ Thou poisonous bitch , ” says Crowley , when he addresses a Spenserian verse to Mrs. Sally G--d , 1 Tannhäuser , vol i, p. 249. 2 lbid .
…baldry! Here comes the Preceptor. To saddle! JOCELYN. Why cannot he ride with us, as a good knight and gay? SIR JAMES. Who poises in his mind the destinies of Christendom needs not in his ear thy fool's prattle, or thy fool’s face at his elbow. Though he have seen but five-and- twenty summers he is wiser than many a greybeardl See, even afar, how weightily he sits his horse. His forehead bent, his shoulders arched—~ JOCELYN. The seat of a hunchback 1 SIR JAMES. Like Atlas supporting the world. SIR RAYMOND. Good Jocelyn, could thy wisest thought …
…baldry! Here comes the Preceptor. To saddle! JOCELYN. Why cannot he ride with us, as a good knight and gay? SIR JAMES. Who poises in his mind the destinies of Christendom needs not in his ear thy fool's prattle, or thy fool’s face at his elbow. Though he have seen but five-and- twenty summers he is wiser than many a greybeardl See, even afar, how weightily he sits his horse. His forehead bent, his shoulders arched—~ JOCELYN. The seat of a hunchback 1 SIR JAMES. Like Atlas supporting the world. SIR RAYMOND. Good Jocelyn, could thy wisest thought …
… of the First Volume of The Equinox, an idea is only true in so far as it contains its contradictory in itself. 33. It is such states of mind as this which constitute the really important results of Samyama, and these results are not to be destroyed by philosophical speculation, because they are not susceptible of analysis, because they have no component parts, because they exist by virtue of their very Unreason"certum est quia ineptum!" They cannot be expressed, for they are above knowledge. To some extent we can convey our experience to othe…
… is the sequence B R B R R B R or any other sequence. The one passes unnoticed, the other causes surprise, only because you have in your mind the idea of "a run on black." Extend this line of thought a little, and link it up with what I was saying about the Magical Diary; you realize that every phenomenon soever is equally improbable, and "infinitely" so. The Universe is therefore nothing but Coincidence! How then can any event be more improbable than any other? Why, very simply. Go back to Monte; proclaim that at Table No.3 Black will turn up …
…ew pennies. You really mean “Reflections on Love”: “Jones’ Night Thoughts”: “Idle thoughts of an idle fel- low.” It’s a soul-destroying, mind-fuddling practice. If indulged in, it will absolutely ruin all power of concentration. Now here is your Examination for the Grade of Zelator.? (a) Go through a door on which is engraved this figure X and explain the figure in detail by means of your visions. (b) Invoke Mercury and Hod, and travel till you meet 4 zl the Unicorn mentioned in Liber LXV Cap. III verse 2. Re- port its conversation fully. (c) D…
…ody lies Devoid of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The 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 : L…
…Tabus of savage Tribes in such matter as Love constrain that True Love which is born in us; and by this Constraint come ills of Body and Mind. Either the Force of Repression carries it, and creates Neuroses and Insanities; or the Revolt against that Force, breaking forth with Violence, involves Excesses and Extravagances. All these Things are Disorders, and against Nature. Now then learn of me the testimony of History and literature as a great Scroll of Learning. But the Vellum of the Scroll is of Mans Skin, and its Ink of his Hearts Blood. k
…move. So men pray everywhere. What God there be, is real. By His might 3egot the universe within the night ; If he had prayed to His own mind’s weak lies Think’st thou the heaven and earth had stood upright ? Kemember Ifim, but smite! No workman hews His stone aright whose nervy arms refuse To ply the chisel, but are raised to ask A visionary foreman he may choose From the distortions ofa sodden mind. God did first work on earth when woman- kind He chipped from Adam’s rib-—a thankless task I wot [lis wisdom has long since repined, ' See Bunyan’…
…the Absolute, God, the Over- soul, or whatever you may prefer to call it, is always present; but veiled or masked by the thoughts of the mind, just as one cannot hear a heart-beat in a noisy city. . Yes? . Then to obtain knowledgeof That, it is only necessaryto still all thoughts.
…they are too pure to behold Evil; but look upon Evil with Joy, comprehending it in he Fervour of this Light that I have enkindled in thy Mind. Learn also that every Thing soever is Evil, if thou consider it as apart, static and in Division; and thus in a Degree must thou apprehend the Mystery of Change, for it is by Virtue of Change that this Truth of Beauty and Holiness is made steadfast in the Universe. O my Son, there is no Delight sweeter than the continuous Contemplation of this Marvel and Pageant that is ever about thee; it is the Beatitu…
…t; and distracted pain Mist from sheer agony some respite find ; When some half-maddened miserable brain Projects a God in his detesting mind. A God who made him—to the core all evil, In his own image—and a God of Terror ; A vast foul nightmare, an impending devil ; Compact of darkness, infamy, and error. Some bestial woman, beaten by her mates, In utter fear broke down the bar reason 3 Shrieked, crawled to die ; delirium abates By some good chance her terror in its season. Iler ravings picture the cessation of Such life as she had known: her m…
…stand A little of the pressure of the hand That crushed me now. Yes, yes ! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus planned ! Mind cannot fathom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong. Linger, while I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. A little shadow of that hour of mine Touches thy heart ? Fill up the foaming wine, And listen for a little ! How profound Strikes memory keen-fanged ; memory…
…the world understood Ye would see it was good, A dance to a delicate measure. Ye fools, interweaving in passion The lyrical light of the mind ! Go on, in your drivelling fashion ! Ye shall surely seek long and not find. From without ye may see All the beauty of me, And my lips that their kisses are kind. For Eurydice once I lamented ; For Orpheus I do not lament : Her days were a span, and demented ; His days are for aye, and content. Mere love is as nought To the love that is Thought, And idea is more than event. O lovers ! O poets ! O masters…
…illing. . (Arrived New York) A . '. better but sleepy. I must really buck up, A better, but “ business ” is a nuisance, and prevents the mind concentrating. 18. A The usual thing. I forget about it till late, 19 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. or at least put it off. A man cannot serve two masters. I began A ; then deliberately stopped, as it was a farce. I appoint Sunday from waking to sleeping as a day of fast and penance. Unable, or unwilling, to sleep, recommenced A . '. Elaborate and really not bad. . Α most oppressive day—96°-—heat-exhaustion, ne…
…d the increasing risk of earning a dishonest one, he saw a fond mother give her little boy a penny to buy sweets. In a single second his mind was made up; his career was determined. How, thrilled the Master— Thought—how can I get that penny? A rapid calculation assured him of the soundness of his instinct. Probably at least a hundred thousand mothers— of the world‘s six hundred million—give a penny to some child every day. A hundred thousand pence a day is over a hundred and fifty thousand pounds a year; if he could only get ten per cent. of tha…