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Page 6 of 1591910 · PDF PAGE 325
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV Briefly—for the time is approaching which we must better utilize—Piotr’s hand shook so that he missed touching the lobe of little Ljubov’s ear. The jewel he held up to her face touched, instead, one of the empty orbits of his little friend. Our villain, the Man who bought and stole Eyes, must have done his job very properly indeed, for Ljubov, who, in a vain attempt to see that which was shewn her, had opened wide the dark cavities under her eyebrows. Well, I suppose the eye touched a still sensitive nerve. No sooner had …
1919 · PDF PAGE 226
…Brethren of the same Lodge are engaged in the same work, they should seek to amalgamate the same by entering into part- nership. Thus in time great and powerful corporations may arise from small individual enterprises. 7. They shall be diligent in circulating all tracts, mani- festos, and all other communications which the Order may from time to time give out for the instruction or emancipa- tion of the profane. 8. They may offer suitable books and pictures to the Li- braries of the Profess-Houses of the Order. FOURTH HOUSE 9. Every Brother who…
1954 · PDF PAGE 385
352 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS Lack of money is another matter altogether. Isn't it about time you sent me a cheque? Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally , 666
1910 · PDF PAGE 125
…un. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends Might-have-been and Should-have-done. Keep us, by Jesus ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth ! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret I had imagined, by enduring nature, The twin gods Thus-will-I and May-be-yet. God, keep us most from ill, What time the King-Ghost grips the will ! Silver and rose and gold what flame resurges ? What living light pours forth in emerald waves ? What inmost Music drowns the clamorous…
1909 · PDF PAGE 76
THE EQUINOX Peacock, its oneness is the truer of these two contradictory truths. So for the matter of time and space. All time is filled; all space is filled; the phenomenon is infinite and eternal. This is true even though its singleness makes the duration of the phenomenon but one minimum cogitabile. In short, it is experienced in some other kind of time, some other kind of space. There is nothing irrational about this. Non-Euclidean geometries, for example, are possible, and may be true. It is only necessary to a theory of the universe that …
1909 · PDF PAGE 76
THE EQUINOX Peacock, its oneness is the truer of these two contradictory truths. So for the matter of time and space. All time is filled; all space is filled; the phenomenon is infinite and eternal. This is true even though its singleness makes the duration of the phenomenon but one minimum cogitabile. In short, it is experienced in some other kind of time, some other kind of space. There is nothing irrational about this. Non-Euclidean geometries, for example, are possible, and may be true. It is only necessary to a theory of the universe that …
1919 · PDF PAGE 149
…shopping for lunch, and back again to eat same, also get shaved, in one hour. I evidently got flurried and lost control a bit. (Note the time when talking to my brother is doubtful, but have included it.) I think I should here note that on Saturday evening, Sunday and Monday I was quite aware of my task practi- cally all the time; even when I made mistakes, they were in almost every case caused through trying too hard. Probably, having got over a difficult bit of con- versation successfully, I was seduced into the error. Tuesday and to-day have…
1913 · PDF PAGE 169
Victor B. Neuburg . O dream of the red olden time ! O clash of armour splendid ! A string of wind -begotten rime, And all their pain was ended ! O lonely sea ! O lonely earth ! O dying art of glorious mirth ! My song, my song is little worth To bring their bastard seed to birth ! What need of me in thunder - flash ? What need in battle story ? What need among the whitened ash Of old far - winnowed glory ? They call me not to birth - bed throes ; Invoke me not with gold and rose ; The summer wanes , the summer grows , They call me not from fire …
1913 · PDF PAGE 73
…utterable Light. Steady of purpose , girt with Truth , I pass, in my eternal youth , And watch the centuries wax and wane ; Untouched by Time's corroding tooth , Silent , immortal , unprofane ! My empire changes not with time. Men 's kingdoms cadent as a rime Move me as waves that rise and fall. They are the parts , that crash or climb ; I only comprehend the All.
1910 · PDF PAGE 263
THE HASHEESH EATER resin of the Cannabis indica is hasheesh. From time im- memorial it has been known among all the nations of the East as possessing powerful stimulant and narcotic properties; throughout Turkey, Persia, Nepaul, and India it is used at this day among all classes of society as an habitual indulgence. The forms in which it is employed are various. Sometimes it appears in the state in which it exudes from the mature stalk, as a crude resin; sometimes it is manufactured into a conserve with clarified butter, honey, and spices; some…
1910 · PDF PAGE 263
THE HASHEESH EATER resin of the Cannabis indica is hasheesh. From time im- memorial it has been known among all the nations of the East as possessing powerful stimulant and narcotic properties; throughout Turkey, Persia, Nepaul, and India it is used at this day among all classes of society as an habitual indulgence. The forms in which it is employed are various. Sometimes it appears in the state in which it exudes from the mature stalk, as a crude resin; sometimes it is manufactured into a conserve with clarified butter, honey, and spices; some…
1905 · PDF PAGE 258
… I knew not! See, the strings are moved Subtly as if by witchcraft—or by God ! [ Sings. In the Beginning God began, And saw the Night of Time begin ; Chaos, a speck ; and space, a span ; Ruinous cycles fallen in, And Darkness on the Deep of Time. Murmurous voices call and climb; Faces, half-formed, arise ; and He Looked from the shadow of His throne, The curtain of Eternity; He looked—and saw Himself alone, And on the sombre sea, the primal one, Faint faces, that might not abide ; Flicker, and are fordone. So were they caught within the spaciou…
1919 · PDF PAGE 131
…of Life . . . ‘come unto me’ is a foolish word: for it is I that go.” “For I am perfect, being Not.” For this Life is in every place and time at once, so that in It these limitations no longer exist. And you will have seen this for yourself, that in every act of Love time and space disappear with the creation of the Life by its virtue, as also doth personality itself. For the third time, then, in even subtler sense, “The word of Sin is Restriction.” Lastly, in the Way of Light this same versicle is the key to the conception of Evil. But here Re…
1910 · PDF PAGE 15
…ir. Inspire a closer strain Such as strange orchids give, and hyacinths, Among the broken pedestals and plinths] Where the gray Lords of Time, of Time forgotten, Lie in the herbage rotten Of the unpeopled forest. V O Song ! O amorous and seducing, I see thee as thou soarest, So that, the girders of the soul unloosing, That Child of you and me, O rose of roses, That Child whose life encloses Our lives, is therefore I, may wander ever
1898 · PDF PAGE 107
The censer swings to slower time, The darkness falleth deep : My eyes, so solemn and sublime, Relent, and close, and weep : And on the silence, like a chime, I heard the wings of Sleep. 97
1919 · PDF PAGE 138
THE EQUINOX final experiment, becoming as it were ‘Omnia in Uno’ for a time, he emerged in a frame of mind well suited to the study of Scientific Iluminism, of which he was much in need, and, having signed the Probationer’s Pledge Form on December 24th 1909 E.V., he took—after careful thought—the Motto ‘Unus in Omnibus’ and has been riding very comfortably ever since. From this time onward, according to the Rules of the Order, he began keeping a written record of his Work, and this makes our task easier; but since he himself became more serious…
1902 · PDF PAGE 108
And Darkness on the Deep of Time. Murmurous voices call and climb ; Faces, half-formed, arise ; and He Looked from the shadow of His throne, The curtain of Eternity ; He looked —and saw Himself alone, And on the sombre sea, the primal one, Faint faces, that might not abide ; Flicker, and are foredone. So were they caught within the spacious tide, The sleepy waters that encased the world. Monsters rose up, and turned themselves, and curled Into the deep again. The darkness brooded, and the bitter pain Of chaos twisted the vast limbs of time In h…
1922 · PDF PAGE 90
…es were limp and languid. I realised that I was utterly exhausted. | “I couldn’t sleep at all,” she said, ‘after what seemed a very long time in which I tried to pull myself together. My mind went running on like mad—lI’ve had a perfectly ripping time—perfectly top-hole! I simply couldn’t get up till I remembered what that man Feccles said about a hair of the dog. So I rolled out of bed and crawled across to the H. and took one little sniff, and sat on the floor till it worked. It’s great stuff when you know the ropes. It picked me up ina minut…
1909 · PDF PAGE 365
…tched night!” The sound of my voice startled him. He seized my arm and hurried me towards the lamp-post. Then he stared at me for a long time, and, speaking slowly, hammering every syllable in my ear, while the rain continued its monotonous lamentation, he began: “T should be very much surprised if this were not the cover I am waiting for. No fallacies will induce me to free you now that at last I have found you. I was dead; my life was nothing more than a spring without motion. Every twenty-one days, according to the calendar, I came, pacing t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 365
…tched night!” The sound of my voice startled him. He seized my arm and hurried me towards the lamp-post. Then he stared at me for a long time, and, speaking slowly, hammering every syllable in my ear, while the rain continued its monotonous lamentation, he began: “T should be very much surprised if this were not the cover I am waiting for. No fallacies will induce me to free you now that at last I have found you. I was dead; my life was nothing more than a spring without motion. Every twenty-one days, according to the calendar, I came, pacing t…