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1910 · PDF PAGE 110

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…the Yogi reaches the state of success, and his body becomes brilliant and divine. Ejaculation of Vindu is death, preserving it within is life. . . . Verily, verily, men are born and die through Vindu. . . . The Vindu causes the pleasure and pain of all creatures living in this world, who are infatuated and subject to death and decay.} There are two modifications of the Vajroli Mudra; namely, Amarani and Sahajoni. The first teaches how, if at the time of union there takes place a union of the sun and moon, the lunar flux can be re-absorbed by th…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 67

The Soul of Osiris

…e dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmering hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips : I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; Arise and shine ! the clouds of earth are breaking ! The clouds are parted : yes ! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love ; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM ! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my heart ! I left thy love behind ! W

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1905 · PDF PAGE 40

Oracles

ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE WHERE was light when the body came Out of the womb of a perished prayer ? Where was life when the sultry air, Hot with the lust of night and shame, Brooded on dust, when thy shoulders bare Shone on the sea with a sudden flame Into all Time to abundant fame ? Daughter of Lust by the foam of the sea ! Mother of flame ! Sister of shame ! Tiger that Sin nor her son cannot tame ! Worship to thee ! Glory to thee ! Venus Callipyge, mother of me. Fruitless foam of a sterile sea, Wanton waves of a vain desire, Maddening billows fl…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 87

Konx Om Pax

… diverse, yet harmonious, republic; while let us never forget that not only have we developed men of genius in every branch of practical life, but many among us have had our equilibrium crowned by that supreme glory of humanity, realization of our identity with the great and holy Tao." Wherewith he set aside no less than three hundred and sixty-five days in every year, and one extra day every fourth year, as days of special rejoicing.

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1911 · PDF PAGE 51

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON I THE WAIF OF OCEANUS TO FRANK HARRIS SHE is like a flower washed up On the shore of life by the sea of luck ; A strange and venomous flower, intent To prove an unguessed continent. New worlds of love in the curve of its cup! New fruits to crush, new flowers to pluck. White waif, white champak-blossom blown From the jungle to the lost lagoon ! White lily swayed by the wind of time ! Grey eyes that crave the chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurrica…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 51

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON I THE WAIF OF OCEANUS TO FRANK HARRIS SHE is like a flower washed up On the shore of life by the sea of luck ; A strange and venomous flower, intent To prove an unguessed continent. New worlds of love in the curve of its cup! New fruits to crush, new flowers to pluck. White waif, white champak-blossom blown From the jungle to the lost lagoon ! White lily swayed by the wind of time ! Grey eyes that crave the chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurrica…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 179

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… Of this dread hour: there’s nothing serves nor skills Here, since that hateful ‘‘ I” of me awoke, Making ime separate from the wings of life, Nothing avails me of the cruel strife With my own being : hideous sorrow fills My heart—O misery ! my wife! my wife! Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute, Let me be man! discard the wailing lute And wake the lyre: the mightier than me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with despair: awake the strings Stronger than earth, than the immortal kings Alike of death and life: invoke the sea That I ma…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 123

The Law is for All

…et! 40. A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. 41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! Commentary: The feasts of fire and water indicate rejoicings to be made at the puberty of boys and girls respectively. The feast for life is at a birth; and the feast for death at a death. It is of the utmost importance to make funerals merry, so as to train people to take the proper view of death. The fear of death is one of the great weapons of tyrants, as well as their sc…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 68

Eight Lectures on Yoga

places they have seen in dreams repeatedly are places that they have known in a waking life. But they are quite capable of criticising this illusion by memory, and they admit the deception. Well, in the same way the phenomena of high Magick and Samadhi have an authenticity, and confer an interior certainty, which is to the experience of waking life as that is to a dream. But, apart from all this, experience is experience; and the real guarantee that we have of the attainment of reality is its rank in the hierarchy of the mind. 13. Let us ask ou…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 349

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…My refusal to take it at the moment shows weakness. Therefore I take it. 7. In spite of the knowledge of the disadvantages of the heroin life, I am really not sure whether it isn't better than the other life. After all, I get extraordinary

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1954 · PDF PAGE 22

Magick Without Tears

…rsonal record of all practices undertaken. A great deal of what we know about him is due to the fact that he kept a diary throughout his life. Most of these are intact and have been preserved, thanks to the scrupulousness and care of Mr. Gerald Yorke, to whom posterity will have much to be thankful for. Only a few sections have been lost due to Crowley's constant moving from pillar to post, and the carelessness of those around him. Anyway, he offers some meaningful suggestions when he considers the diary in relationship to the magical memory. H…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 54

The Law is for All

Chapter 1 * Verse 51 55 were only agreed to let sleeping dogs lie, and mind one’s own business. In real life, we have seen in our own times Oscar Wilde, Sir Charles Dilke, Parnell, Canon Aitken and countless others, many of them engaged in first-rate work for the world, all wasted, because the mob must make believe to be “moral.” This phrase abolishes the Eleventh Commandment, Not to be Found Out, by authorizing Incest, Adultery, and Paederasty, which everyone now practices with humiliating precautions, which perpetuate the schoolboy’s enjoymen…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 34

Songs of the Spirit

…s desire be sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died amid her kisses : so This last time I would not forget— So I attained The Life ; and know Her lips and God’s have met. 24

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1898 · PDF PAGE 130

White Stains

… embrace that moulds these agonies. This is th’ abyss ! A serpent was my whore ; her hellish hiss, Her slaver venoms soul and strength ; life flees Repugnant from the corpse-caress. Ah, this Rots blood and body ; see, the liquor’s lees I drained, whose pangs are fierce with Syphilis. Christ God, damn soul, but quench the pain of these ! This is th’ abyss ! * * * This is th’ abyss. Behold wherein I lurk The lazar-house my mind, wherein do work The horrid charnel-priests, whose loathly song Sickens my soul, and quells the spirit strong. Hell-fire…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 40

The Star and the Garter

…cause instead of you I went to feed chez Lavenue? The habit anthropophagous, Nice as it is, is not for us. I love you: will you share my life, Become my mistress or my wife? Agreed: but can your kisses feed me? Is it for dinner that you need me? But think: it is for you I eat. Even as the object that I see, The brain 'tis pictured in ; the beat 38

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1905 · PDF PAGE 8

Orpheus

… love, m what sweet name I quicken” . Continues the tale of his wooing—‘‘So by some spelt divinely drawn” Orpheus’ song—'‘‘ Roll, strong life-current of these very veins” Concludes his lament—‘‘ So sped my wooing: now I surely think” PAGE 119 120 132 137 137 139 142 144 145 149 153

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1905 · PDF PAGE 91

Orpheus

… sittest remote and alone, unprofane, with due silence endowed ! , I call thee by Nature, My mother and friend ! By every creature! | By life and its end! By love, the true teacher, My chanting I send, Invoking thy stature immense, the terrible form of a fiend! I hear not a word, ' Though my music be rolled As the song of a bird Through fields of gold. Hast thou not heard? Have I not told The magic that bridleth the Gods, the Gods in their houses of old? , : 92

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1910 · PDF PAGE 31

Ambergris

…w wandering streams, Veer like the wind, and know no certain path— Yet their worst shades are tinged with dawning beams ! I have dreamed life a circle or a line, Called God, and Fate, and Chance, and Man, divine : I know not all I say, but through it all Mark the dim hint of ultimate sunshine ! Remember me for this ! And when I go To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, Let child and man and woman yet recall One little moment that I loved you so ! Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, My epitaph the murmur of the sea, The clouds of he…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 161

The Scented Garden

… holy hiding-place for ever till the day of doom. Rejoice, O podex, in thy strength ! thy spasms like the stars illume Earth’s darkness, life’s disgrace, abash the trifling terrors of the tomb. The nargis scent shall steal about the world, assuage its fret and fume,

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1913 · PDF PAGE 87

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Norman Davey . Far from life and land , unnumbered ships - enmeshed while sailors slumbered Glide in dripping weed encumbered to that magic, tragic main : While from out the sunset sheening , sounds a song of bitter meaning , Waking all the intervening oceans with its sad refrain . As your gallant ships go sailing - blocks acreaking , log atrailing , Can 't you hear us wailing , wailing ? Will you never , never heed Us , who lie with mate and man dead - sailless , rudderless and stranded Ever firmly , foully banded , bound with bleak Sargasso w…

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