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Page 73 of 1201910 · PDF PAGE 25
XX PREFACE. penance of C. B. J. ; all night I wrote — and wrote. So fierce I wrote that — six months later — I have written no word since. I have poured forth all the vials, and loosed all the seals. From that supreme effort I am fallen exhausted — until, as it may chance, the Gods renew my vigour. And all my other work I count as nothing ; for I have written this in Pan, and in Pan I am content. To the boys and girls of England I give my book, the charter of their freedom. ALICE WESLEY TORR OR ALEISTER CROWLEY ? With one thing and another to w…
1912 · PDF PAGE 338
…lt]?תיממע Angel of 3 we An assembly my 166 A King of Edom?ובהלעב Reus mulctae. [Videב"ח ?ןוממ K.D. L.C.K. p. 498] Heaven of Geburah?ןועמ Night Demon of?;שיDec. πι?לופנ Native land or Job?ץוע The Most High?ןוילע
1912 · PDF PAGE 338
…lt]?תיממע Angel of 3 we An assembly my 166 A King of Edom?ובהלעב Reus mulctae. [Videב"ח ?ןוממ K.D. L.C.K. p. 498] Heaven of Geburah?ןועמ Night Demon of?;שיDec. πι?לופנ Native land or Job?ץוע The Most High?ןוילע
1919 · PDF PAGE 368
… tinual elimination which refers both to the aspirants and to the thoughts. 18. The wheel of the Good Law moves swiftly on. It grinds by night and day. The worthless husks it drives from out the golden grain, the refuse from the flour. The hand of Karma guides the wheel; the revolutions mark the beatings of the Karmic heart. 46
1961 · PDF PAGE 121
… 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 rapt away altogether subtly yet fiercely into a Trance that hath transformed me with Attainment, yet without Trace in Mind. O my son! there is the Transfiguration …
1901 · PDF PAGE 46
… rekindled. Turn again, And make delight the minister of pain, And pain the father of a new delight, And light a lamp of torture for the night Too grievous to be borne without a cry To rend the very bowels of the sky And make the archangel gasp—a sudden pang, Most like a traveller stricken by the fang Of the black adder whose squat head springs up, A flash of death, beneath a cactus cup.
1904 · PDF PAGE 60
…the remains of my Stevie. Not without an effort to get even with the robber Death ! I flung myself upon the dear corpse ; I buggered him night and [58]
1910 · PDF PAGE 101
…es grew to hours, And yet the beast, the fool, saw flowers And loved them, watched the moon rise, took delight In perfumes of the summer night, Caught in the glamour of the sun, Thought all the woe well won. How hours were days, and all the misery Abode, all mine : O thou ! didst thou regret ? Was thou asleep as I ? Didst thou not love me yet ? For, know ! the moon is not the moon until She hath the knowledge to fulfil Her music, till she know herself the moon.
1947 · PDF PAGE 5
HYMN TO PAN Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan . Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards And nymphs and styrs for thy guards, On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me, Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Spheperdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount, The dimpled dawn of the amber fount ! Dip the purple …
1901 · PDF PAGE 98
… strange glories dwell Above my head, as if a sword of light, Rayed of the very Dawn, would strike within The limitations of this deadly night That folds me for the sign of death and sin— O Light ! descend ! My feet move vaguely on In this amazing darkness, in the gloom That I can touch with trembling sense. There shone Once, in my misty memory, in the womb Of some unformulated thought, the flame And smoke of mighty pillars ; yet my mind Is clouded with the horror of this same Path of the wise men : for my soul is blind Yet : and the foemen I h…
1913 · PDF PAGE 218
…, 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 In the twilight, and the drovers plodding home With their heavy beasts; and the dark blue sky and the stars Have lingered together there, and stayed with me, So sunset’s hour hath passed before me, slow Receding on the pathway of the day. Wherefore still strive when all must end in death? How shall be freedom …
1913 · PDF PAGE 218
…, 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 In the twilight, and the drovers plodding home With their heavy beasts; and the dark blue sky and the stars Have lingered together there, and stayed with me, So sunset’s hour hath passed before me, slow Receding on the pathway of the day. Wherefore still strive when all must end in death? How shall be freedom …
1928 · PDF PAGE 121
…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 Austria, where the folk are pleasanter. Perhaps we should do better to go down to Spain; the year is getting on, says one of the others. Let us run away from the rain and get nothing wet but our throats!
1909 · PDF PAGE 104
…p is full of extravagant dreams ; rarely irrational and never (of course) unpleasant, or one would be up and working with a circle every night. But O.M. thinks that they show an excited and unbalanced condition of John St. John‘s brain, though he is almost too cowed to express an opinion at all, even were the question, Is grass green ? Every small snatch of sleep, without exception, in the last three or {our days, has these images. The ideal condition seems likely to be perfect oblivion —or (in the Adept) is the Tamo-Guna, the Power of Elementa…
1909 · PDF PAGE 125
…ers for the One Power ! Another smart attack of diarrhoea. I take 4 gr. Plumb. c. Opio and alter my determination to stay out of bed all night, as chill is doubtless the chief cause. . . . It is really extraordinaryhow the smallest success 123
1910 · PDF PAGE 74
… Therefore, I will put thee in my harem for the fil- thy slut thou art ; the eunuchs shall beat thee soundly before the women ; and this night I will go in to Laila,5 whom most thou hatest of all my con- cubines. While thou wast away, I wooed thee with soft words and lamentations ; now I have my will of thee, I will treat thee with great severity. So also doth Allah entreat kindly the wicked ; and upon the just raineth plagues. For thy desertion, Habib, and this thy ingratitude doth El Qahar give praise to the beloved One. 1. Again a long expla…
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
138 The relations between the twins of rapture. [persian] Gim My member supporteth thy podex as a rose-tree its flower ; all night long it humbleth and exalteth itself, like the moon, assuaging thy desire. My member cherisheth thy podex, drawing it close ; and hateth it, pressing it away, it heareth all the petition of thy podex, like a maiden enrap- tured by a lute, assuaging thy desire. My member seeth all podices, and judgeth that thy podex alone is beautiful ; just is he therein, and consoleth it with pearly dew, brighter than the eye of a …
1913 · PDF PAGE 221
…ve one ; the hour is passed, and I have chosen. I have chosen, and the mellow river calls Insistently; the darkness grows more deep, And night more luminous, yielding me her heart. For I have chosen: it is over now. We are one for ever, O my secret Rose, Pale phantom of the vastest god of rest, His wandering ghost, obsessed by space and time, Set free, a torment to the rolling worlds. And Life, a foe for ever more of Time Springs still, the ghost of No Thing. Oh, sweet hour 183
1913 · PDF PAGE 221
…ve one ; the hour is passed, and I have chosen. I have chosen, and the mellow river calls Insistently; the darkness grows more deep, And night more luminous, yielding me her heart. For I have chosen: it is over now. We are one for ever, O my secret Rose, Pale phantom of the vastest god of rest, His wandering ghost, obsessed by space and time, Set free, a torment to the rolling worlds. And Life, a foe for ever more of Time Springs still, the ghost of No Thing. Oh, sweet hour 183
1909 · PDF PAGE 101
…ment with Michael Brenner to continue moulding Siddhasana. Again I awake. . . , ]0 swine! thou hast felt in thy- self " Good! Good I the night is broken up nicely; all goes very well ”—and thou hast written “ I ! " Oswine, John St. John! When wilt thou learn that the least stirring of thy smug content is the great Fall from the Plath ?[ It will be best to get up and do some kind of work; for the beast would sleep. John St John has arisen, after doing 20 breath- cycles, reciting internally the ritual, 70 per cent. of which he now knows by heart.…