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1922 · PDF PAGE 18

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…n due to a clerical error on the part of some official. As for Uncle Mortimer, he lived on in his crustacean way; a sulky, rich, morose, old bachelor. We never heard a word of him. And then, about a year ago, he died; and I found to my amazement that I was sole heir to his five or six thousand a year, and the owner of Barley Grange; which is really an awfully nice place in Kent, quite near enough to be convenient for the prosperous young man about town which I had become; and for the best of it, a piece of artificial water quite large enough fo…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 1

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…might have known. I tell you, sir, this country is run by a ring, a dirty ring, a gang of Jews, Scotchmen, Irish, Welsh—where’s the good old jolly True Blue English- man? In the cart, sir, in the cart.” The train gave a convulsive backward jerk, and lum- bered off in imitation of the solitary porter who, sta- tioned opposite the guard’s van, had witnessed without emotion the hurling forth of two trunks like rocks from a volcano, and after a moment’s contemplation had, with

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1954 · PDF PAGE 53

Magick Without Tears

…rfectly true, of course! ("There is no single grain of dust that shall not attain to Buddhahood": with some such words did the debauched old reprobate seek to console himself when Time began to take its revenge.) But the answer 4. A letter dated October 12, 1943 constituted No. 48 in Magick without Tears.

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1954 · PDF PAGE 368

Magick Without Tears

…n. Just so. I think that "family" should include any body of persons with common interests which they expect or wish you to share. One's old school or university, the regiment, the golf club, the business, the party, the country: any of these may dislike very much your absorption in affairs alien to their own. But the family is the classic type, because its pull is so potent and persistent. It began when you gave your first yell; your personality is deliberately wrenched and distorted to the family code; and their zoology is so inadequate that …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 310

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…y that my wife was an hereditary dipsomaniac. When our baby was born it lay almost lifeless for more than three days and tat three weeks old nearly died of bronchitis. I had the sense to send for oxygen before the doctor arrived and this precaution probably saved the child's life. I fought like a fiend against death. The doctor gave the strictest orders that not more than one person should be in the sick room at one time. My mother-in-law refused to obey. I thought I had suffered enough. It was her hypocrisy that had sought to justify her tippl…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 122

The Law is for All

… to “enflame oneself in praying.” This is the ready test of a Star, that it whirls flaming through the sky. You cannot mistake it for an Old Maid objecting to Everything. This Universe is a wild revel of atoms, men, and stars, each one a Soul of Light and Mirth, horsed on Eternity. Observe that we must “rise up” before we “awake!” Aspira­ tion to the Higher is a dream—a wish-fulfilment which remains a phantasm to wheedle us away from seeking reality—unless we follow it up by action. Only then do we become fully aware of ourselves, and enter int…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 343

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…l I kiss you once again? I wander far From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star. I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold. I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth --- With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew! My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!1 This year was indeed my annus mirabilis in poetry. It began with Clouds Without Water, to which I have already cal…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 24

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…and on these occasions her demeanour was frigid in the ex- treme. It was not till later that I discovered the se- cret of this debauched old voluptuary. The victim [22]

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1910 · PDF PAGE 146

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…sation,* a passing away in which nothing remains, an end.+ Soon however, under Mah4yana-Buddhism, was the Atman to be revived in all its old glory under the name of Amitabha, or that Source of all Light, which so enlightens a man who is aspiring to the Bodhi that he becomes a Buddha. “ Amitabha,” so Paul Carus informs us, “is the final norm of wisdom and of morality+ (séc), the standard of truth and of righteousness, the ultimate vazsou a’étre of the Cosmic Order.” This of course is “bosh.” AmitAbha, as the Atman, is “the light which shines the…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 146

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…sation,* a passing away in which nothing remains, an end.+ Soon however, under Mah4yana-Buddhism, was the Atman to be revived in all its old glory under the name of Amitabha, or that Source of all Light, which so enlightens a man who is aspiring to the Bodhi that he becomes a Buddha. “ Amitabha,” so Paul Carus informs us, “is the final norm of wisdom and of morality+ (séc), the standard of truth and of righteousness, the ultimate vazsou a’étre of the Cosmic Order.” This of course is “bosh.” AmitAbha, as the Atman, is “the light which shines the…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 279

Magick Without Tears

…regal and tragic preferred, but un surpassable beauty the prime essential as one would expect. Of the Mary Queen of Scots persuasion was old Lady Caithness, who seems moreover to have had a sense of humour into the bargain, for she gave a dinner-party in Paris to twelve other ladies, each of whom had also been the luckless victim of Henry VIII's failure to produce of his own loins a durable male succession. (His marriages were so many desperate efforts to save England from a second innings of the devastation of the Wars of the Roses, from which…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 75

Jephthah

…dition. Great captains were always great priests, in the secret Qabalistical sense. The priests themselves, then as to-day, were foolish old men trained to bolster up the externals of religion. The real rulers, then as to-day, were not, officially, priests ; the sceptre was wielded by those who, swathed in thick darkness, and enthroned on their own thunderclouds, looked with the eye of gods upon this earth, and carried out the designs of God with tranquil power. I have depicted such a Servant of God stepping down from his throne at the precise …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 373

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…way, independent of terrestrial laws, regardless of Customs Duties—who knows, perhaps hovering over London and Scotland Yard and my dear old house in which I was so happy—but . . . Mec scive fas est omnia. The only thing I am certain of is that I was either planed to fit the coffin, or the coffin to fit me; and then I;woke up. Iwas on board a sea- or air-ship. Believe me, she was in great danger. However, this would prove a useless narrative. The floating machinery suffered, was nearly wrecked; the crew suffered, nearly perished; I suffered, an…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 373

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…way, independent of terrestrial laws, regardless of Customs Duties—who knows, perhaps hovering over London and Scotland Yard and my dear old house in which I was so happy—but . . . Mec scive fas est omnia. The only thing I am certain of is that I was either planed to fit the coffin, or the coffin to fit me; and then I;woke up. Iwas on board a sea- or air-ship. Believe me, she was in great danger. However, this would prove a useless narrative. The floating machinery suffered, was nearly wrecked; the crew suffered, nearly perished; I suffered, an…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 300

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…w a man whom I could call definitely the worse for opium. My wife's chair coolies were cases in point. They had smoked from twelve years old or thereabouts; and when I say smoked, I mean smoked. Every night on reaching the inn, temple or camp, as the case {489} may be, they cooked their rice and started to smoke directly they had eaten it, continuing till they went to sleep. In the morning again they smoked before starting. The chair (with Rose and the baby, and the books which I like to have handy to read at odd moments without unpacking my va…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 62

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…or, when he has exhausted his supply of bricks, he starts to look about for others, and when others cannot be found, he takes one of the old ones and picking it to pieces tries to discover of what it is made so that he may make more. What is small-pox? Really, my friend, I do not know where it came from, or what it is, or how it originated; when aman catches it he either dies or recovers, please go away and don’t ask me ridiculous questions! Now this indeed would not be considered a very sensible view to adopt. And why? Simply because small-pox…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 62

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…or, when he has exhausted his supply of bricks, he starts to look about for others, and when others cannot be found, he takes one of the old ones and picking it to pieces tries to discover of what it is made so that he may make more. What is small-pox? Really, my friend, I do not know where it came from, or what it is, or how it originated; when aman catches it he either dies or recovers, please go away and don’t ask me ridiculous questions! Now this indeed would not be considered a very sensible view to adopt. And why? Simply because small-pox…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 110

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…f nature. Eat when you're hungry. Nothing is worse for the health than settling down to a fixed ration of sO many meals a day. The grand old British principle of three meat meals has caused the supply of uric acid to exceed the demand in a most reprehensible manner. Physiology and economics, and, I should think, even geology, combine to protest. ‘Now we were living an absolutely wholesome life. We took a sniff of cocaine whenever the pace slackened up, and one of heroin when the cocaine showed any signs of taking the bit in its teeth.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 273

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…race me to meet life face to face, whatever it might have in store, and conquer it. I did not fear death any more than I had done in the old days, flying over the lines. I didn’t mind dying at all; but I wanted to die fighting. Lou was talking quite briskly to King Lamus on the steps of the restaurant while the commissionaire called a taxi. And I realised too that I loved her, that she was worth fighting to recover, that I had been a cad to drag her down with me. I understood my jealousy of King Lamus. His colossal strength, even his callousnes…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 9

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…as very disgusted, and remarked, “ My uncle might stay, if he came, but I’m off.” None of us saw any joke, but I happened to call at the old gentleman’s house the next day, and found him suffering from gout in both thumbs ! On another occasion he walked into a house in Paris, lazily surveyed the grinning girls, snapped out “ Une douzaine de Marennes ! ” and made for the door. He it was who painted a number in im- mense characters on the door of a girl he dis- liked. He had at one time a small studio. Two nuns came thither a begging. Opening the…

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