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1919 · PDF PAGE 442

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…the Day” is said to refer to the Manvantara, but it is also an obvious phrase where day is equivalent to Sun. 75. He standeth now like a white pillar to the west, upon whose face the rising Sun of thought eternal poureth forth its first most glorious waves. His mind, like a becalmed and boundless ocean, spreadeth out in shoreless space. He holdeth life and death in his strong hand. It is interesting to notice that he is stillin the West. This is the penultimate stage. He is really now practically iden- tical with Mayan himself. He has met and c…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 277

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… doorways in the walls; also one at the end of the alley; I was in a cul-de-sac. And then I saw, faint glimpses in the gloom, the waving white of native robes. Men were approaching me and I was aware --- through hardly by sight --- that they moved in a semi-military order, in single file. There was noting to alarm me in this it is the habit of natives to march thus. And yet I was pungently aware that some evil was meant. As it happened, I was dressed in dark clothes and my face burnt deep brown. I effaced myself against the wall. Three of the m…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 34

The Vision and the Voice

…n the four and thirty whirlings of the hammer of Thor! Behold! I blaze upon thee. (The eagle is gone; it is only a flaming Rosy Cross of white brilliance.) I catch thee up into rapture. FALUTLI, FALUTLI! . . . O it dies, it dies. Bou SAapa. November 28, 1909. 9.30-10.15 a.m. THE Cry OF THE 22ND AETHYR, WHICH IS CALLED LIN There comes first into the stone the mysterious table of forty-nine squares. It is surrounded by an innumerable com- pany of angels; these angels are of all kinds,—some brilliant and flashing as gods, down to elemental creatur…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 273

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…tribe, because nothing is known of their habits. Even their appearance has not been satisfactorily described. It is said by some that no white man has ever seen one, though others say that one or two have done so. Even the folk of the villages on the confines of the jungle have no knowledge of them, yet they carry on with them a regular traffic. Certain places outside the village are marked out, usually by white stones, and here they deposit rice and other products of cultivation at nightfall. In the morning these goods are found to have been r…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 449

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…, basing the universe upon the two columns of Hermes and of Solomon, has divided the metaphysical world into two intellectual zones, one white and luminous, enclosing positive ideas, the other black and obscure, containing negative ideas, and which has given to the synthesis of the first, the name of God, and to that of the other, the name of the devil or of Satan. The sign of the lingam borne upon the forehead is in India the distinguishing mark of the worshippers of Shiva the destroyer; for that sign being that of the great magical arcanum, w…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 449

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…, basing the universe upon the two columns of Hermes and of Solomon, has divided the metaphysical world into two intellectual zones, one white and luminous, enclosing positive ideas, the other black and obscure, containing negative ideas, and which has given to the synthesis of the first, the name of God, and to that of the other, the name of the devil or of Satan. The sign of the lingam borne upon the forehead is in India the distinguishing mark of the worshippers of Shiva the destroyer; for that sign being that of the great magical arcanum, w…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 311

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ved her furs. She was standing like a statue in the middle of the room. The only sign of life was that her face continually flushed from white to red and back again. Her eyes were closed. For some reason or other she reminded me of a criminal awaiting sentence. Lamus stopped short in his stride and shook hands with me. — “Take your things off, and sit down, Sir Peter,’’ he said brusquely. His manner was completely different from anything I’d ever seen in him. He turned away and flung himself into a chair, searched in his pockets for an old blac…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 220

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ve been no snakes in Ireland ; chapter iv. gives us a first-rate murder, and from that moment the authors never look back. But the Great White Spirit was destined to have his day of repose disturbed. He had just got to the real masterpiece of literature “ And Adam knew Hevah his woman,” which contains all that ever has been said or ever can be said upon the sex-problem in its 202

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1910 · PDF PAGE 296

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…f blood stood on them scarlet against their angry purple, like sunset and storm. She pressed them to the square, and a smear stained the white. She caught at her heart; for some strange pang tore it. Up went her violin, and the bow crossed it. It might have been the swords of two skilled fencers, both blind with mortal hate. It might have been the bodies of two skilled lovers, blind with immortal love. She tore life and death asunder on her strings. Up, up soared the phoenix of her song; step by step on music’s golden scaling-ladder she stormed…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 339

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…m and captive in a little pool of blue—I—who could consume mountains in a flash, and devour the dawn, I who could bid the moon trail her white limbs for my pleasure through the windy bagnios of the sky. “T sit in judgment and condemn, for often I was a sword when Truth was a: little child, and the breasts of my beauty I gave to Worthlessness in the stinking lupanars of Treachery and Deceit. “Brothers, like the afterlight of day, I the light of her life consort with the shadows of evening, and I say it softly, 321

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1910 · PDF PAGE 220

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ve been no snakes in Ireland ; chapter iv. gives us a first-rate murder, and from that moment the authors never look back. But the Great White Spirit was destined to have his day of repose disturbed. He had just got to the real masterpiece of literature “ And Adam knew Hevah his woman,” which contains all that ever has been said or ever can be said upon the sex-problem in its 202

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1910 · PDF PAGE 296

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…f blood stood on them scarlet against their angry purple, like sunset and storm. She pressed them to the square, and a smear stained the white. She caught at her heart; for some strange pang tore it. Up went her violin, and the bow crossed it. It might have been the swords of two skilled fencers, both blind with mortal hate. It might have been the bodies of two skilled lovers, blind with immortal love. She tore life and death asunder on her strings. Up, up soared the phoenix of her song; step by step on music’s golden scaling-ladder she stormed…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 339

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…m and captive in a little pool of blue—I—who could consume mountains in a flash, and devour the dawn, I who could bid the moon trail her white limbs for my pleasure through the windy bagnios of the sky. “T sit in judgment and condemn, for often I was a sword when Truth was a: little child, and the breasts of my beauty I gave to Worthlessness in the stinking lupanars of Treachery and Deceit. “Brothers, like the afterlight of day, I the light of her life consort with the shadows of evening, and I say it softly, 321

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1912 · PDF PAGE 110

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE EQUINOX I wonder if he'll see that Christmas turkey—ha! ha! ha! Hullo, dear! Didn‘t see you, little white mouse! Let's have coffee, dear, and the brown brandy. No more patients for a bit. Come along, Fielding, eh? [He leads FIELDING to the consulting-mom, while MRS. BOB goes aut L.] Dr. F. This is an exceptional case, old man. I do hope you won‘t frighten her. Dr. B. Great God! always the same old story. They never come to me until the rest of you have finished them, and then it’s my candid opinion you want. Then you get it, by Heaven ! and …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 110

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX I wonder if he'll see that Christmas turkey—ha! ha! ha! Hullo, dear! Didn‘t see you, little white mouse! Let's have coffee, dear, and the brown brandy. No more patients for a bit. Come along, Fielding, eh? [He leads FIELDING to the consulting-mom, while MRS. BOB goes aut L.] Dr. F. This is an exceptional case, old man. I do hope you won‘t frighten her. Dr. B. Great God! always the same old story. They never come to me until the rest of you have finished them, and then it’s my candid opinion you want. Then you get it, by Heaven ! and …

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1919 · PDF PAGE 94

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…eof be utterly swal- lowed up? 56. Nay! who shall devour the Infinite? who shall undo the Wrong of the Beginning? 57. Thou criest like a white cat upon the roof of the Uni- verse; there is none to answer Thee. . 58. Thou art like a lonely pillar in the midst of the sea; there is none to behold Thee, O Thou who beholdest all! 59. Thou dost faint, thou dost fail, thou scribe; cried the desolate Voice; but I have filled thee with a wine whose sa- vour thou knowest not. 60. It shall avail to make drunken the people of the old gray sphere that rolls…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 142

Moonchild

…from its rage by the crest of Posilippo; but it was bitter cold in the house, and Iliel bade her maidens pile the brazier with hazel and white sandalwood and birch. Across the ridge, the villa which Dr. Vesquit had taken for the winter was exposed to the senseless madness of the blast; and he too heaped his braziers, but with cypress and bituminous coal. As the day passed the violence of the storm increased; the doctor even began to fear for the safety of his operation when, about an hour after noon, [201] a window of the villa was broken by a …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 148

The Vision and the Voice

…rather slim and graceful; a good dancer. There is another girl behind her, with sparkling eyes, mis- chievous, a smile showing beautiful white teeth; an ideal Spanish girl, but fair. Very vivacious. Only her head is visible, and now it is veiled by a black sun, casting forth dull rays of black and gold. Then the disk of the sun is a pair of balances, held steady; and twined about the central pole of the balance is the little green poisonous snake, with a long forked tongue rapidly darting. And the Angel that hath spoken with me before, saith to…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 16

The Sword of Song

…r finger-ends; What the bulk hold, High Church or Friends, Or Hard-shall Baptists—and we’ll see. I will not now invite attack By proving white a shade of black, Or Christ (as some47 have lately tried) An epileptic mania, Citing some case, “where a dose Of Bromide duly given in time Drags a distemper so morose At last to visions less sublime ; Soft breezes stir the lyre Aeolian, No more the equinoctial gales ; The patient reefs his mental sails ; His Panic din that shocked the Tmolian48 Admits a softer run of scales— Seems no more God, but mere …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 219

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… head to invent one. She's a real good sport, Maisie, and doesn’t care what you do as long as you don’t interfere with her. She had some white silk, and we sewed up the H. in little packets, and stitched them in the flounces of my dress. I kept about half, and put it in an old envelope she had. That was to make my peace with Peter. But I needed two or three good goes on the spot. I had a fit of hysterical crying and trembling. I must have fainted for a bit. I found myself on the sofa with Maisie kneeling by me and holding a glass of champagne t…

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