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…. p. zo] The Spirit of the Mother?אמאΙ'ΙἸἼ Aromatarius?לבור π 25 7 The Ark?]ורא A Magician?םטרה “To His fearers,”??אלל [Ps, xxv. 14] The White Wandלקמ ?הנבל Terribilis Ipsa?ארונ 2 58 The red lightדוא ?םירא Hiram (King of Tyre)?םריח Mercy?ימחר 259 Throat?ןורג Nitre?רטנ Reuben?ןבואר
…. p. zo] The Spirit of the Mother?אמאΙ'ΙἸἼ Aromatarius?לבור π 25 7 The Ark?]ורא A Magician?םטרה “To His fearers,”??אלל [Ps, xxv. 14] The White Wandלקמ ?הנבל Terribilis Ipsa?ארונ 2 58 The red lightדוא ?םירא Hiram (King of Tyre)?םריח Mercy?ימחר 259 Throat?ןורג Nitre?רטנ Reuben?ןבואר
…heir luck was out: the Tarot is a razor!) Eliphaz Levi was a master‐ scholar, and knew the true attributions; but his grade in the Great White Brotherhood was only 6°=5° (Adeptus Major); and he had no instructed foresight of the New Aeon. He did in‐ deed hope to find a Messiah in Napoleon III; but of the complete spiritual upheaval which ac‐ companies the Proclamation of a new Magical Formula he had no glimpse; no, not though he had Maistre Alcofribas Nasier to guide him!1 Dr. Gérard Encausse, “Papus”, who followed Eliphaz Levi, felt himself ev…
…so in sudden waves Tears welled impatient from their crystal caves. (Men say those barren pinnacles are set Since then with jewels ; the white violet Was born of those pure tears; the snowdrop grew Where wakening hope her agonyshot through, And where the Queen of Love had touched her tears, The new-born lily evermore appears.) So Cypris comforts her with tender words That pierce her bosom, like dividing swords, With hopes and loves requickened, and her breath Grew calm as worship’s, though as dark as death Her soul had been for weary days no fe…
…orange scarlet Kings or Knights 32 The Universe Indigo 32 bis Empresses (Coins) Citrine, olive, russet and black d) 31 bis Ail 22 trumps White merging into grey (1) The Pure Earth known to the Ancient Egyptians, during that Equinox ot the Gods over which Isis presided (i. e. The Pagan Era) was taken as Green. 309
…aughs with love of the broad skies of noon, And dreams of lazy kissings of the moon, But listens for the summons of the wind, Shakes its white mane, and hurls its fury blind Against oppression, gathers its steep side, Rears as a springing tiger, flings its tide Tremendous on the barriers, smites the sand, And gluts its hunger on the breaking land ; Engulphing waters fall and overwhelm :— Christ, who stood dauntless at the shaken helm On Galilee, who quelled the wrath of God, And rose triumphant over faith, and trod With calm victorious feet the…
…one, to bring salvation unto Hell. O angel of my spiritual desire ! O luminous master of the silver feet ! O passionate rose of infinite white fire ! O cross of sacrifice made bitter-sweet ! O wide-wing, star-brow, veritable lord ! O mystic bearer of the flaming sword ! O brows half seen, O visionary star Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eyes my weak eyes fail, Wonderful warden of the Holy Grail ! O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, Th…
…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 longing dusky-bright : I care not any more for death, O life, Being slain by love with one thrust of the knife!
…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 longing dusky-bright : I care not any more for death, O life, Being slain by love with one thrust of the knife!
…ping ecstasies. No! for the envy of the infinite Crushes the juice from out the poppy’s stem, And brown-stained fingers wring the petals white, And weary lips seek lotus-life in them Vainly: the lotus burns above the tomb— Yea, but in thought’s unfathomable womb! For spiritual life and love and light Climb the swayed Jadder of our various fate ; The steep rude stair that mocks the hero’s might, Casts off the wise, and crumbles with the great. Yet from the highest crown no blossom fell, Save one, to bring salvation unto Hell. O angel of my spiri…
… RODIN IN RIME. Royal 4to, pp. x+67. “ Seven lithographs from the water colours of Auguste Rodin, with a chaplet of verse.” Price £5 5:. White cloth, lettered gold. GARGOYLES. Pott 8vo, pp. vi+113, 5.». COLLECTED WORKS. [Traveller’s edition.] India paper. Extra Crow-n 8vo, 3 vols., pp. 11+ 269, + viii + 283, +viii + 230, + Appendices. Bound as one vol., in vellum, green ties, ,63 3a, cloth, without portraits, £2 2:. [This edition contains a number of works not elsewhere printed.]
… the power of taking only spiritual nourishment—but probably it means much more than this. Next I came into an apparently empty hall, of white ivory worked in filigree. A square slim altar was in the midst. I was questioned as to what I would sacrifice on that altar. I offered all save my will to know A which I would only change for its own realization. I now became conscious of god-forms of Egypt sitting, 21
… the power of taking only spiritual nourishment—but probably it means much more than this. Next I came into an apparently empty hall, of white ivory worked in filigree. A square slim altar was in the midst. I was questioned as to what I would sacrifice on that altar. I offered all save my will to know A which I would only change for its own realization. I now became conscious of god-forms of Egypt sitting, 21
THE LOOKING -GLASS 43 From the white inexhaustible quiver , Smote us right through , Smote us and slew , As we rode on the rapturous river . Sweet sleep is perfection of love . To die into dreams of my lover , To wake with his mouth like a dove Kissing me over and over ! Better sleep so Than be conscious , and know How death hath a charm to discover . 1 But not until we read “ The Eyes of Pharaoh " do we read one of the most astounding paintings in words , I make bold to say , that has ever been written in any language : And death's insufferabl…
… , Bit my lips through , and drank , and died ! My veins poured out her marriage cup , For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up , These perfumed infamies unsung ; For God's breath , her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage - bed , the bed of death . The host is lifted up . Behold The vintage spilt , the broken bread ! I feast upon the cruel cold Pale body that was ripe and red . Only , her head , her palms , her feet , I kissed all night , and did not eat .' 1 Jezebel , vol . i, pp . 131-132 .
11.30, I 2.20. 12.50. 1.35. 1.45. 2.25. JOHN ST. JOHN White Brilliance absorbed him, overcame him; for he could not pass therethrough. This went on repeating itself, the man transformed (as it were) into a mighty Battering Ram hurling itself again and again against the Walls of the City of God to breach them.—And as yet he has failed. Failed. Failed. Physical and mental exhaustion are fairly complete. Adonai, look with favour upon Thy slave ! He has walked, reciting the Ritual, to Dr. R and H for lunch. They have forgotten the appoint- ment, so…
…hioned in my image. I asked pardon for my blindness, and knelt at the altar, placing my hands upon it, right over left. Then one, human, white, self-shining (my idea after all I), came forth and put his hands over mine, saying: “I receive thee into the Order of the ——." I sank back to earth in a cradle of flame. April 25. Yesterday’s vision a real illumination, since it 22 26. showed me an obvious mistake which I had utterly failed to see. The word in my Kamma- work (in Burma) was Augoeides, and the method Invoking Often. Therefore a self—glitte…
…hioned in my image. I asked pardon for my blindness, and knelt at the altar, placing my hands upon it, right over left. Then one, human, white, self-shining (my idea after all I), came forth and put his hands over mine, saying: “I receive thee into the Order of the ——." I sank back to earth in a cradle of flame. April 25. Yesterday’s vision a real illumination, since it 22 26. showed me an obvious mistake which I had utterly failed to see. The word in my Kamma- work (in Burma) was Augoeides, and the method Invoking Often. Therefore a self—glitte…
…was sure, Built up by sighs a palace of long years Lo ! it was faery, and the spell of tears Dissolves it utterly. O bid them go, These white-faced boys, where calmer rivers flow And birds less passionate invoke the spring Or seek their loves with weaker, wearier wing. Turn back from safety ! Let Gods rivers pour Brimstone and fire, and all his fountains roar Lava and hail of hell upon my head, So be he leave us altogether dead,
34 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Dissolves it utterly. O bid them go, These white-faced boys, where calmer rivers flow, And birds less passionate invoke the spring, And seek their loves with weaker, wearier wing. Turn back from safety—Let God’s rivers pour Brimstone and fire, and all his fountains roar Lava and hail of hell upon my head, So be he leave us altogether dead, Burnt in that shameful whirlwind of his ire, Consumed in one tall pyramid of fire Whose bowers of flame shall tell the sky of God How we despised his feet with thunder shod, And conquer…