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1912 · PDF PAGE 290

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…n Magazz'ne, which, with consummate impudence, he declared to contain nothing but true stories. These stories are usually about the good little girl who “converts" the horrid, swearing bargee, and the good little boy who brings his ”thoughtless" mother to Jesus. This, being a monthly, brought in another twelve pennies annually from every victim. He also published leaflets which he could sell by the hundred to the kind of idiot that likes to give such things to strangers who have never done it any harm. He had all these things translated into doz…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 290

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…n Magazz'ne, which, with consummate impudence, he declared to contain nothing but true stories. These stories are usually about the good little girl who “converts" the horrid, swearing bargee, and the good little boy who brings his ”thoughtless" mother to Jesus. This, being a monthly, brought in another twelve pennies annually from every victim. He also published leaflets which he could sell by the hundred to the kind of idiot that likes to give such things to strangers who have never done it any harm. He had all these things translated into doz…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 438

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A PLAY IN FIVE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PRICE TEN SHILLINGS NET “A little masterpiece."~‘f}m?ת”שת WIELAND & CO. 3 GREAT JAMES STREET BEDFORD ROW, W.C. TELEPHONE 8987?טטיצ

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1912 · PDF PAGE 438

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A PLAY IN FIVE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PRICE TEN SHILLINGS NET “A little masterpiece."~‘f}m?ת”שת WIELAND & CO. 3 GREAT JAMES STREET BEDFORD ROW, W.C. TELEPHONE 8987?טטיצ

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1903 · PDF PAGE 21

Berashith

…nite circle around your original small one.” The fallacy is obvious. The big circle is not infinite at all, but is itself limited by the little one. But to take away the little circle, that is the method of the esoteric Christian or the mystic. But the process is never perfect, because however small the little circle becomes, its relation with the big circle is still finite. But even allowing for a moment that the Absolute is really attainable, is the nothingness of the finity related to it really identical with that attained directly by the Bu…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 7

Alice: An Adultery

…the gloom which lay beyond. On a bed, in that half-fathomed twilight, big with the scent of joss-sticks smouldering in a saucer before a little bronze Buddha-rupa, lay a man, still young, the traces of rare beauty in his face, though worn with suffering and horrid with a week’s growth of beard. He was murmuring over to himself some words which I could not catch, but my entrance, though he did not notice me, seemed to rouse him a little. iv

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1912 · PDF PAGE 255

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

… with awakening day. ’Twas all such a meaningless play, Poet prend ton lure—Je disparaitre. Hail I Poet, take my hand—we’ll walk Still a little way. I’ll not desert thee at the close of day, I, too, must pray A beggar asking alms of passers-by, Does not refuse a drink to one who 's dry That once by him did lie. Poet, come closerbefore I leave for aye Take thou my hand, we’ll walk still A little way. 213

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1912 · PDF PAGE 255

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

… with awakening day. ’Twas all such a meaningless play, Poet prend ton lure—Je disparaitre. Hail I Poet, take my hand—we’ll walk Still a little way. I’ll not desert thee at the close of day, I, too, must pray A beggar asking alms of passers-by, Does not refuse a drink to one who 's dry That once by him did lie. Poet, come closerbefore I leave for aye Take thou my hand, we’ll walk still A little way. 213

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1904 · PDF PAGE 74

In Residence

…ROMITA ROSTRATA Your spores burst forth. O parents fond and dutiful, What lot in life could be much more felicitous Or any brighter? You little being chlorophylly beautiful, Who in high cod’s head dost descend to visit us, Heteromita !

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1928 · PDF PAGE 3

Little Poems in Prose

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE LITTLE POEMS IN PROSE TRANSLATED BY ALEISTER CROWLEY With several added versions of the Epilogue by various hands and twelve copper plate engravings from the original drawings by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE EDWARD W. TITUS —— PARIS 4 RUE DELAMBRE 1928

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1905 · PDF PAGE 37

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ov, olov &dyos érador, pirat. EURIPIDES. AMSTERDAM, December 237d, 1897. LET me pass out beyond the city gate. All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watch his red face pass over, fade away To other streets, and other passengers, See him take pleasure where the heathen pray, See h…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 203

The Star in the West

…the present remain dark , and though at first the neophyte may think that the following solution , which I trust I shall be able in some little way to explain , is but one on a similar footing to that as set forward by those super naturalists who dogmatize concerning credo quia ab surdum , I must bid him now at the very outset re member , that “ except he become as a little child , he can in no way enter into the kingdom of heaven "; and further , becoming as a little child it must be re membered that it is as child - like to grasp at that whic…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 95

Book 4 (Part II)

83 Little Bo Peep, She lost her sheep, And couldn't tell where to find them. Leave them alone ! And they'll come home, Dragi:ring their tails behind them. " Bo " is the root meaning Light, from which spring such words as Bo-tree, Bodhisattva, and Buddha. And " Peep " is Apep, the serpent Apophis. This poem therefore contains the same symbol as that in the Egyptian and Hebrew Bibles. The snake is the serpent of initiation, as the Lamb is the Saviour. This ancient one, the Wisdom of Eternity, sits in its old anguish awaiting the Redeemer. And thi…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 259

Magick Without Tears

…ed!" (AL, II: 71) Remember that which is written: "Moderate strength rings the bell: great strength returns the penny." It is always the little bit extra that brings home the bacon. It is the last attack that breaks through the enemy position. Water will never boil, however long you keep it at 99 0 C. You may find that a Pranayama cycle of 10-20-30 brings no result in months; put it up to 10-20-40, and Dhyana comes instantly . When in doubt, push just a little bit harder. You have no means of finding out what are exactly the right conditions fo…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 447

Magick Without Tears

414 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS bring to mind the curves in Nature-you will soon discover the words with a few little experiments; the T is a D, only lighter, quicker and younger-and so Good-night! Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666

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1902 · PDF PAGE 112

Tannhäuser

…!— Confound with darkness them that understand ! For why ? Me, the Most High, It doth repent Me, having made mankind! Let her be known a little while, and then A little while a stranger. Dumb and blind, Deaf to the Light and Breath of Me be men ! She is become an harlot's bed, the home And dwelling of the fallen one ! Arise ! Ye heavens, ye lower serving skies ! Beneath My dome Serve ye the lofty ones. The Governors, Them shall ye govern. Cast the fallen down ! Bring forth with them that are Fertility's ! Destroy the rotten ! Let no shores Rema…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 169

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…blood from a nail. One swift prick was enough In days gone by to invoke her: She was incarnate love In the hours when I first awoke her. Little by little I found The truth of her, stripped of clothing, Bitter beyond all bound, Leprous beyond all loathing. Black, the plague of the pit, Her pustules visibly fester, Cancerous kisses that bit As the asp caressed her. Dragon of lure and dread, Tiger of fury and lust, The quick in chains to the dead, The slime alive in the dust, Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyon…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 46

Liber Aleph

…e Custom, the Evils of Love, which are many, extending to the Disturbance not only of Body but of Mind, and that in obscure Paths, shall little by little disappear from the Face of His unspeakable Glory. t

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1928 · PDF PAGE 70

Little Poems in Prose

…- possession worthy of her high rank, “I give your son—I give him—the gift of pleasing.” “But please how?—To please?—Why to please?” the little shop-keeper obstinately asked, for he was doubtless one of that very common class of reasoners who are incapable of rising to the height of the logic of the ab- surd. “Because, because!” replied the incensed Fairy, turning her back upon him, and rejoining her companions, she said to them, “What do you think of this empty-headed little French- woman who wishes to understand everything; and who, having ob…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 209

The Book of Thoth

But the consonance of Laetitia with this card amounts to little less than an identity; the wine is poured by Ganymede himself, unstinted vintage of true nectar of the Gods, brimful and running over, an ordered banquet of delight, True Wisdom self‐fulfilled in Perfect Happiness.

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