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1919 · PDF PAGE 368

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…. Its wheel revolves for all, the humble and the proud; the “Doctrine of the Heart” for the elect. The first repeat in pride: “Behold, I know”; the last, they who in humbleness have garnered, low confess: “Thus have I heard.” Continues the subject, but adds a further Word to dis- criminate from Daath (knowledge) in favour of Binah (un- derstanding). 17. “Great Sifter’ is the name of the “Heart Doctrine,” O Disciple. This explains the “Heart Doctrine” as a process of con- tinual elimination which refers both to the aspirants and to the thoughts.…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 440

Magick Without Tears

…ome unhappy letter over and over, while I looked into my mind to see if the sound suggested any particular idea. (It was rather fun, you know ; but it was most certainly one of the most delicate , subtle , and difficult experiments that I have ever undertaken .) Bound to flop, obviously, from the word "gun," if only because the same-sounding word in different languages-sometimes even in the same!-has often not merely diverse, but diametrically opposed, meanings. Think of Bog, or Bug, the Russian word for God (I do think 407

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1961 · PDF PAGE 121

Liber Aleph

…kstacy surpassing All) Y Son, I am enflamed with Love. I burn up eagerly in the Passion that thus mightily consumeth me. Yet in myself I know not at all That which con- straineth me, and enkindleth my Soul in Ekstacy. There is Silence in my Soul, and the Fear round about me, as I were Syrinx in the Night of the Forest. This is a great Mystery that I endure, a Mystery too great for the mortal Part of me. For but now, when I cried out upon the Name Olun }wlo, which is the secret Name of my Lady that hath come to me — most strangely! — then I was …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 62

The Scented Garden

…e to me, and I will beat thee sound- ly ; and if thou offendest again I will carry thee be- fore this ass-calibred Qazi—Allah on him !—I know well what punishment he will give thee—love ; but ever after thou shalt have no need to be a thou- sand, but accommodate thirty lovers at one time within thy podex. So saith El Qahar, but I am not so sure that if thou comest to him with thine impudence and prettiness, he will not forgive thee. Allah is the Forgiver.4 1. In reference to the problem of Greek philoso- phy, I may refer students to Erdmann’s H…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 300

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…on my brow, And make its darkness morn! PAN. [Rises] Brother Satyr, scourge forth these that profane the sanctuary of our Lady: for they know not the secret of the shrine. [SATYR dances the dame qf the scourge, driving the offers down the stage, where they crouch] PAN. [Goes to utter] Brother Satyr, I command you to perform the dance of Syrinx and Fan, in honour of our Lady Artemis. 122

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1911 · PDF PAGE 300

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…on my brow, And make its darkness morn! PAN. [Rises] Brother Satyr, scourge forth these that profane the sanctuary of our Lady: for they know not the secret of the shrine. [SATYR dances the dame qf the scourge, driving the offers down the stage, where they crouch] PAN. [Goes to utter] Brother Satyr, I command you to perform the dance of Syrinx and Fan, in honour of our Lady Artemis. 122

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1912 · PDF PAGE 57

Mortadello

… I leave you trembling as my soul draws near to God [She goes out on the arm of THE ABBESS. MORTADELLO. My lords, I will have you all to know : I judged her ill. So man distrusts the saintly snow on winter’s hill, Fearing what suns of spring may send, destruction tear Through larch and pine to village, rend its roofs in air. This is God’s virgin, lords : I bid your hearts with mine Rise in thanksgiving. Love was hid in that cold shrine. And now I bid you welcome well the fairest bride That ever graced our citadel. Great Father, guide Our wedded…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 48

The Mother’s Tragedy

…eived Of my own loins, and made me no less god Than all your gods! Ye people and ye priests, Behold the burden of my life, and fear, And know me Isis. Worship me, and praise The goodliest ruler of the world, the queen Of all the white immeasurable seas, And that vast river of our sowing-time, And of your Sun. Behold me made a god Of my own godhead, and adore the sun Of my queen’s face, and worship ye the fount And fertile river of my life. Bow down, Ye people and ye priests, and worship me, And him co-equal. Iam very god!” So spake the Queen; b…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 218

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… EQUINOX In the mist, and in the sunshine, and the day! Thou art married to Love, maybe, for Love sits weeping In my desolate heart, nor know I what can ail him, Save it be that thou art fled; immortal Love And mortal Death, and are ye separate still, Even as I and as the unknown Rose? Maybe the Rose is Death, and I am Love, Wed to young Life, and jealous of desire Of Death! Oh, in the cool green colonnades I have lingered late, even till the night’s slow fall, And I have heard the dying voices of day, The market-women’s chatter growing faint I…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 218

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

… EQUINOX In the mist, and in the sunshine, and the day! Thou art married to Love, maybe, for Love sits weeping In my desolate heart, nor know I what can ail him, Save it be that thou art fled; immortal Love And mortal Death, and are ye separate still, Even as I and as the unknown Rose? Maybe the Rose is Death, and I am Love, Wed to young Life, and jealous of desire Of Death! Oh, in the cool green colonnades I have lingered late, even till the night’s slow fall, And I have heard the dying voices of day, The market-women’s chatter growing faint I…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 121

Little Poems in Prose

…ersed; finally they gathered up the half- pence that had been thrown them, slung their luggage on their backs, and went off. I wanted to know where they lived, so I followed them a long way off, right to the edge of the forest, and only then did I understand that they did not live anywhere. The one said, ‘Shall I undo the tent?’ ‘Lord, no!’ said the other, ‘on a night like this.’ The third said, as he counted up their money, ‘These pigs do not appreciate music, and their women dance like bears. Luckily, be- fore the month is up we shall be in A…

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1938 · PDF PAGE 10

The Heart of the Master

…of the Raven. A M E N : The Past and the Future are parts of the Present, in the Eye of the Master, that seeth the Secret of Secrets and knoweth them all to be One. The Voice of the Eagle. S U : The Heavens are poised on the Plumes of the Righteous, that wingeth among them, beholding the Sun; thus know ye the Mercy and Joy of the Master! The Voice of the Hawk. A G L A : by Thine Energy riseth all Motion of Will of the Master, begetter, destroyer! The Voice of the Pelican. I A O : all that liveth is blood of the Heart of the Master: all stars ar…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 94

Oracles

… wind’s breath. Thou art all too fierce and calm, too bitter and sweet, alas ! Thou weavest a cruel charm on my soul that is as glass. I know thee not, who art naked ; I lie beneath thy feet Who hast called till my spirit achèd with a pang too deathly sweet. Thou has given thee to me dying, and made thy bed to me. I shiver, I shrink, and, sighing, lament it cannot be. I have no limbs as a God’s to close thee in and hold : Too brief are my periods, and my hours are barren of gold. I am not thewed as Jove to kill thee in one caress ! Not a golden…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 201

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ips. Sad wisdom, scornful shame, grand agony In the coffin folds of the cloak, scarred mountains, lie, And pity hides i' th' heart. Grim knowledge grips The essential manhood. Balzac stands, and laughs. The upshot was that Rodin invited me to come and stay with him at Meudon. The idea was that I should give a poetic interpretation of all his masterpieces. I produced a number of poems, many of which I published at the time in the Weekly Critical Review, an attempt to establish an artistic entente cordiale. The entire series constitutes my Rodin …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 276

The Star in the West

…cus and point out to others the path of salvation , than attain to the uttermost bliss , whilst others are being damned . George Eliot , know ingly or unknowingly , set the true lyre of Buddhism reverberating in her grand and noble prayer , “ The Choir Invisible .” May I reach That purest heaven , be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony , Enkindle generous ardour , feed pure love , Beget the smiles that have no cruelty , Be the sweet presence of a good diffus'd And in diffusion ever more intense ! So shall I join the choir inv…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 300

The Star in the West

…e to be accomplished : Yama , Niyama, Asana , Prânâ yâma, Pratyâhâra, Dharanâ, Dhyâna , and Samâdhi, the last being that state of super -knowledge in which Self and its shadow become one , an extended form of Kant's à priori . Existence is change , and change is sorrow , there fore we must overcome existence . Existence , as we know it, spins A fatal warp , a woof of woe . There is no place for God or soul . Works , hopes , prayers , sacrifices , sins Are jokes . The cosmos happened so : Innocent all of guide or goal . Else , what were man's ap…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 71

Ambergris

…ad nor sad because it did not sleep ; But with calm eyes abode Patient, its leisure the galactic load, Abode alone, nor even rejoiced to know that it was God.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 93

The Scented Garden

…onsciousness, Human and Divine. 85 If beautiful Habib plays ‘ kir ’4 or ‘ kun ’, And El Qahar the wise plays ‘ kun ’ or ‘ kir ’. Only we know that we in Him are dead, And that the Far is buried in the Near. Thus like a cherry-blossom is our life Floating unwetted on the moon-white mere.5 It is no time to sing ; for from the house Comes forth the bride Habib, sans prince or peer ; Unique Habib, who walketh like a cat, Sitteth, a swan, and runneth like a deer. His face is like the moon that shines upon The labouring Hajj,6 its camel-throned Emir.…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 128

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…three napoleons on the plate, and disdaining to wait for the change, took Edgar’s arm in hers‘ They hailed a fiacre. "By the way, I don’t know your name," he began, as they clattered down the Boul’ Mich’. 120

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1911 · PDF PAGE 128

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…three napoleons on the plate, and disdaining to wait for the change, took Edgar’s arm in hers‘ They hailed a fiacre. "By the way, I don’t know your name," he began, as they clattered down the Boul’ Mich’. 120

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