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1954 · PDF PAGE 52

Magick Without Tears

… Holy Guardian Angel." You ought to demonstrate your performance of the Pentagram Ritual to me; you are probably making any number of mistakes. I will, of course, take you carefully through the O.T.O. rituals to 111° as soon as you are fairly familiar with them. The plan of the grades is this: 0° Attraction to the Solar System 1° Birth W Life IIIo Death IVo "Exaltation" P.1. "Annihilation" yo -IXo Progressive comment on 11° with very special reference to the central secret of practical Magick. There is thus no connection with the A :. A:. syste…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 167

Little Poems in Prose

… Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics. Not a word. Can my soul be dead? Are you then come to such a point of ener- vation that you take pleasure only in your un- happiness? If so, let us away to those coun- tries that are the emblem of death. I have it, poor soul, we will pack for Tornéo. Let us go farther still, to the far end of the Baltic, still farther from life, if it is possible. Let us set up our camp at the Pole! There the sun strikes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and night suppresses variety and in- creas…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 162

The Winged Beetle

152 AN HYMN Let but our hearts hold brotherhood, And this they shall not take away. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. Stand ! and join hands ! and let us sing ! Shake out Old Glory to the skies ! With heart and hand defiant fling Our purpose against Destiny’s Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 296

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…f sturdy British feeling that the thing to do was to stick it out and trust a night’s rest to tone up my nerves. Lamus had advised us to take Turkish baths if we felt unduly depressed. We had found them very useful. We had got down to three goes a day two days running, chiefly by following his advice to take one of the white tablets instead of the heroin whenever the craving became irresistible. He made rather a point of that, by the way. . It was a bad thing, he said, to yield to stress. It wasn’t nearly so harmful to take the heroin when one …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 18

The Poem

… must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [fo Vaughan]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. I hall watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone bey…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 75

Mortadello

…ur. Keep but the hounds at bay—— MONICA. Wait, wait—the key to power. Are we safe now ? ORLANDO. I hope so. MONICA. Then come hither and take Your right, most masterful of men. ORLANDO. I thirst to slake My being’s torment at your breast. MONICA. If earth be all, I have all heaven in the rest to be your thrall. If earth be naught, what heaven may give who knows or cares ? I only ask an hour to live—in these blue airs ! ORLANDO. Ah, give me all ! MONICA. I am your slave. Take all. ORLANDO. Ah Christ ! There is no man can content the grave.

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1903 · PDF PAGE 11

Berashith

…, he took refuge in silence, which his disciples very conveniently interpreted as meaning that the question tended not to edification. I take it that the Buddha (ignorant, doubtless, of algebra) had sufficiently studied philosophy and pos- sessed enough worldly wisdom to be well aware that any system he might promulgate would be instantly attacked and annihilated by the acumen of his numerous and versatile opponeni Such teaching as he gave on the point may be summed up as follows. “Whence, whither, why, we know not; but we do know that we are h…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 137

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [fo Vaughan]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. I hall watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone bey…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 99

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…hose pearls, you know.” _ “She’s quite right,’ agreed Feccles. “‘ When you're through with this honeymoon, come round with me, and we'll take our coats off and get into the game for all we’re worth and a bit more, and when we come out, we'll have J. D. Rockefeller as flat as a pancake.” “ Well,” said I, ‘no time like the present. I don’t want to buttin, but if I could be any use to you about this deal of yours——”’ Feccles shook his head. _ “No,” he said, ‘‘ this isn’t the sort of thing at all I’m putting my last bob into the deal; but it’s a ri…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 113

Little Poems in Prose

…m for burial the de- gree of rigor mortis was such that, despairing of bending the limbs, we were obliged to tear and cut the clothes to take them off him. The Commissary of Police, to whom natu- rally I had to report the incident, looked at me asquint, and said, “This matter needs clearing up,” moved doubtless by an inveterate desire and professional habit to frighten at any cost the innocent as the guilty. There remained one supreme task to ac- complish, whose mere thought caused me dreadful anguish; I must inform his parents. My feet refused…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 114

Mortadello

…for me ! Well, I prefer them slim ! [To the lady beside him.] Here’s to your eyes, my dove ! [All appear startled and shocked. 2ND MASK. Take care, my lord, I hope You will not allow love to make you slight the Pope ! 1ST MASK. Then drink his Holiness, and get the business done. 2ND MASK. A pretty sort of mess you have just missed, my son ! LORENZO. Oh here’s the good old Pope, long may he live and reign ! And when he dies, I hope he may rise again. [All but MORTADELLO drink saying “ The Pope.” 2ND MASK. Easy, lad, easy. But, my lord, you do no…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 314

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…e for all to be done with such dirt. I slipped out and came here. I’m half insane myself at this moment with craving for H.; but I won’t take it till I’ve seen this thing through. The pain of my body helps me to bear up against the mortal anguish of my soul. Oh, I know it’s heroics and hysterics—you can call me what you like—what you say. doesn’t count any more. But I want to live; and I have asked Basil to take me away as once he promised to do long before I met you. _He has promised to cure me, and I hold him to that. He has promised to take …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 37

Moonchild

…at clumsy fool Akbar Pasha." "Yes; I've been guessing," admitted Cyril, with some shame. "Or, perhaps worse, I've let my ego expand, and taken the largest possible view of the importance of our project." "Well, tell me the project!" said Lisa. "Can't you see I can hardly bear this any more?" "You're safe within these walls," said Simon, "now that there is no enemy within the gates; and to-night we shall take you under guard to a protected area. To-morrow the fun will begin in [55] good earnest. Meanwhile, here is the preliminary knowledge with …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 161

The World’s Tragedy

I08 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ISSA Take note of it : Matter is muck ! JOHN True wisdom and true wit ! The upshot, Lord ? ISSA Than living, I would rather Play the fool’s game of my unnatural Father. JOHN Thy father, Lord ? Thy pardon, but we heard — ISSA No odds — all genealogy’s absurd. JOHN Suppose, Lord, I should simply call Thee “ Word ” ? ISSA Happy the thought ! But, in thy secret ear, There was a scheme — thou mark’st me ?

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1909 · PDF PAGE 16

John St. John

THE EQUINOX 3.41. Began again. I shall take " Hua allalu alazi lailaha illa hua” for mantra [any sacred sentence, whose con- stant repetition produces many strange effects upon the mind.——ED.] if I want one, or : may Adonai reveal unto me a special mantra to invoke Him! 3.51. Broke down again, mantra and all. 352- Went on meditating in “ Hanged Man posture " [Legs 4.14. crossed, arms below head, like the figure of the Hanged Man in the Tarot Gards.—BD.] to formulate sacrifice and pain self—inflicted; for I feel such a worm, able only to remain a f…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 16

Jezebel

12 JEZEBEL Take me, or break me, slay or sooth to sleep, If only yours one hour, one perfect hour, Remembrance and despair and hope to steep In the infernal potion of that flower, My poisonous passion for your blood ! Behold ! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit’s quenched gold, Clothe Love with my own soul’s immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold— O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower !

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1919 · PDF PAGE 333

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…as ceased to hear the many, he may discern the ONE—the inner sound which kills the outer. By the “many” are meant primarily noises which take place outside the Student, and secondly, those which take place inside him. For example, the pulsation of the blood in the ears, and later the mystic sounds which are described in Verse 40. 8. Then only, not till then, shall he forsake the region of ASAT, the false, to come unto the realm of SAT, the true. By “SAT, the true,” is meant a thing previous to the ‘REAL’ referred to above. SAT itself is an illu…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 369

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

GLAZIERS’ HOUSES It hath never had aught to say; but, then, how affectedly it hath said it! .. . Will not the late Vew Quarterly take note of this? O these barbers, with their prattle, and their false ex- pedients—and scarce even a safety razor among them! For let each one who worships George Bernard Shaw, while ignorant of that magnificent foundation of literature and philosophy—the Cubical Stone of the Wise, on which a greater than Auguste Rodin hath erected the indomitable figure of Le Penseur—take these remarks individually to himself, and—…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 369

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

GLAZIERS’ HOUSES It hath never had aught to say; but, then, how affectedly it hath said it! .. . Will not the late Vew Quarterly take note of this? O these barbers, with their prattle, and their false ex- pedients—and scarce even a safety razor among them! For let each one who worships George Bernard Shaw, while ignorant of that magnificent foundation of literature and philosophy—the Cubical Stone of the Wise, on which a greater than Auguste Rodin hath erected the indomitable figure of Le Penseur—take these remarks individually to himself, and—…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 5

Aceldama

…as ! They will not comprehend. Accept this gospel of disease In wanton words proclaimed, receive The blood-wrought chaplet that I weave. Take me, and with thine infamies Mingle my shame, and on my breast Let thy desire achieve the rest. Midnight, 1897—1898.

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