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Page 72 of 1971904 · PDF PAGE 11
…u didst commit Chp Wpsteries, the Ceremonies of Jsbrael: Chou didst produce the moist and the Ory, and that which nourisheth all created Life. bear Chou Ae, for FJ am the Angel of JOaphrod DOsorronophris; this is Chp Crue Mame, banded Down to the jOrophets of Fshracl. N Dear Ae :— Gr: Chiao: Rheibet: Atheleberseth: G4: Blatha: Abeu: Ebeu: JOpi: Chitasoe: Jb: Chiao. Vil
1907 · PDF PAGE 30
…lowing vigour, male; And night, a virgin bowed and curled, Stand at the foot; their ardours pale Systole and diastole of the world! With life impearled (their eyes absorb) They visibly sustain the orb. Then let the tower in seven tiers Rise in its splendour marmorean, Unite the chill divided years In plain perception of the aeon. Cry clear the paean! Its tunes recoil About thy flanks, O Tower of Toil. Below be miners fashioned fair, And all that labour in the sea Sepulchred from the ambient air, A fatal weird of dole to dree. No time to be, no …
1907 · PDF PAGE 39
JEUNE MERE URELY the secret whisper of sweet life Shakes in the shell-ear murmurous memories Of the old wonder of young ecstasies In the first hours when the white word of wife She won so hardly out of dark wild strife And mystery of peace; thine utter ease, Abandoned rapture! Caught and cut by seas Of sudden wisdom, stinging as a knife Swift struck sets all the blood a-tingle. Woe! What wakes within? What holiest intimation Of intimate knowledge of the lords of nature? She sees her fate smile out on her, doth know Her weird of womanhood, her n…
1909 · PDF PAGE 207
…e arbitrary. II. Therefore the student has no concern with ethics as such, III. He is consequently free ‘to do his duty in that state of life to which it has pleased God to call him.’ II. THE REASON I. Since truth is supra-rational, any rational statement is false. II. Let the student then contradict every proposition that presents itself to him. 197
1909 · PDF PAGE 207
…e arbitrary. II. Therefore the student has no concern with ethics as such, III. He is consequently free ‘to do his duty in that state of life to which it has pleased God to call him.’ II. THE REASON I. Since truth is supra-rational, any rational statement is false. II. Let the student then contradict every proposition that presents itself to him. 197
1944 · PDF PAGE 183
…represents the sum total of all the work that has been done from the beginning. Therefore, in it is drawn the very figure of the Tree of Life itself. This card, to the other thirty‐five small cards, is what the twenty‐first Trump, The Universe, is to the rest of the Trumps.
1907 · PDF PAGE 101
IMAGES OF LIFE 95 EPILOGUE. PRAYER. Is fit for children. We are too well ware How vain is prayer, How nought is great, since all is immanent, The vast content Of all the universe unalterable. We know too well THE light streams stronger through the lamps How no one thing abides awhile at all, of sense. Intelligence Grows as we go. Alas: its icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed ? | Their lig…
1907 · PDF PAGE 159
…silvery sound Moves, or may mark The heaven’s dim bound. How strange! I have sought him in vain— perchance not in vain have I found! No! Life thrills in me; Vibrates on the lyre; The Fates still spin me Their thread of desire : Still, woo and win me Soft eyes, and the dire Low fervour of sensual phrase, song kin to the nethermost fire ! In silence I wait For his voice to roll, For the coming of Fate, The strength of my soul. My words create One glorious whole From the fragments divided that seem past a man’s or a god’s control. I, seeing the li…
1905 · PDF PAGE 173
I68 IN THE GREAT PYRAMID OF GHIZEH deed of mere brute muscle and nerve ! Thence, by great Will new-freed, the ardent life leaps, sixth, to Effort’s tower, invoking the occult, the secret power, found in the void when all but Will is lost ; so, seventh, he bends it from its bodily station into the great abyss of Meditation, whence the firm level is at last his own and Rapture’s royal throne is more than throne, sarcophagus ! an end ! an end ! Resounds the echo in the stone, in- calculable myriads of tons poised in gigantic balance overhead, abou…
1909 · PDF PAGE 107
…r sunder ! Ah! came that undulant light from over or from under? XIII It matters not. Come, change! Come, woe! Come, mask | Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep ! In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep; But in the end we lift the pluméd casque Of the dead warrior ; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore. XIV Then I returned into myself, and took All in my arms, God’s universe: Crushed its black juice out, while His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little b…
1909 · PDF PAGE 107
…r sunder ! Ah! came that undulant light from over or from under? XIII It matters not. Come, change! Come, woe! Come, mask | Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep ! In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep; But in the end we lift the pluméd casque Of the dead warrior ; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore. XIV Then I returned into myself, and took All in my arms, God’s universe: Crushed its black juice out, while His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little b…
1910 · PDF PAGE 293
… thee When all my music is to moan thy name? That long sad monotone—the same—the same— Matching the mute insatiable sea That throbs with life’s bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tame! An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame Is this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till Iam dead. Then let me die! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birth? Spring’s earliest snowdrop? Summer's latest rose? I…
1910 · PDF PAGE 293
… thee When all my music is to moan thy name? That long sad monotone—the same—the same— Matching the mute insatiable sea That throbs with life’s bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tame! An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame Is this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till Iam dead. Then let me die! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birth? Spring’s earliest snowdrop? Summer's latest rose? I…
1910 · PDF PAGE 48
…hole leaping heaven with the light Till all the world is drunken with delight. You with your own authentic filth defiled Robbed Keats of life, and Shelley of his child, Corrupted Swinburne to your foul disease, Denied Blake bread — are you fed full on these ? You hate the wise, true, beautiful, and holy : — Dogs ! is there nothing you can do to Crowley ? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Therefore I see and speak, who would be dumb And blind : but Thou dost call. Master, I come, ALEISTER CROWLEY.
1913 · PDF PAGE 175
…eath To me ?— Yea! And to all those That worship thee, my Rose, My Rose! My Rose! My Rose! For thou dost glance through all the veils of life, Lending thy light unwon, O subtlest syren thou, who wouldst entrance the sun! Behind what secret hill shall I find thee? In what chains shall I bind thee? O Rose! Wert thou but mine I would blind thee With the sacred sign Of five, Making thee mine. Alive Thou wouldst kill me, But dead, dead thou wouldst fill me With the low breath I seek, and I should be The incarnate spring’s gold immortality. Rose of t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 175
…eath To me ?— Yea! And to all those That worship thee, my Rose, My Rose! My Rose! My Rose! For thou dost glance through all the veils of life, Lending thy light unwon, O subtlest syren thou, who wouldst entrance the sun! Behind what secret hill shall I find thee? In what chains shall I bind thee? O Rose! Wert thou but mine I would blind thee With the sacred sign Of five, Making thee mine. Alive Thou wouldst kill me, But dead, dead thou wouldst fill me With the low breath I seek, and I should be The incarnate spring’s gold immortality. Rose of t…
1929 · PDF PAGE 215
…y) Eve cheated Adam. Unless (most probable of all) God cheated the devil and the fruit was a common apple after all. ("Cf". H. Maudsley, Life in Mind and Conduct.) The influence of The Golden Bough and the Spencerian philosophers whom I was reading is apparent. In the last paragraphs, too, is evidence that I still {360} clung to Shelley's dream of a regenerated humanity. There is a touch of the influence of a man named L. C. R. Duncombe Jewell, the eldest son of a Plymouth Brother at Streatham, who had "gone to the bad" by becoming a Roman Cath…
1944 · PDF PAGE 32
… characteristics above given of the qualities of the Three Decans in the sign were probably due to an analogy with the course of a man’s life. 4. The above remarks constitute a fairly complete idea of the arbitrary, or mostly arbi‐ trary, presentation of the Cosmos by the Ancients. First of all, the division into Four Elements. These Elements pervade everything. They would argue something like this about the Sun. They would say that he was principally Fire, for obvious reasons; but he would have also in him the Airy quality of Mobility. The Wat…
1954 · PDF PAGE 421
…that any result actually spoils the Truth and Beauty of the Act of Will; it is almost a burden, even an insult. Rather as if I risked my life to save yours , and you tipped me half-a-crown! Here's that Book of Lies popping out its ugly mug again: "Thou hast become the Way." This is why the Ankh or "Key of Life" is a sandal-strap, borne in the hand of every God as a mark of his Godhead: a God is one who goes. (If I remember rightly, Plato derives Theos from a verb meaning 'to run' , and is heartily abused by scholars for so doing. But perhaps th…
1996 · PDF PAGE 142
…never wor ried about whether other people could beat me. For this reason my excesses, instead of causing damage to health and danger to life, turned me from a delicate boy, too frail for football, doomed by my doctors to die in my teens, into a robust ruffian who throve on every kind of hardship and exposure. On the contrary, every department of life in which, from dis taste or laziness, I did not “exceed”, is constantly crippling me in one way or another—and I recognize with savage remorse that the weakness which I could have corrected so ea…