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Page 75 of 1001906 · PDF PAGE 151
…ound? Shall his spirit not see, Lightning to lightning, the spirit in me? Parody? Shall not his spirit forgive Me, who shall love him as long as I live? Love’s at its height in pure love? Nay, but after When the song’s light dissolves gently in laughter ! Then and then only the lovers may know Nothing can part them for ever. And so, Muse, hover o’er me! Apollo, above her ! I, of the Moderns, have let alone Greek.” Out of the way Intuition shall shove her. Spirit and Truth in my darkness I seek. Little by little they bubble and leak ; Such as I …
1954 · PDF PAGE 138
…s relations with other things; indeed, in one sense, a thing is no more than the sum of these relations. (For the only "reality," in the long run, is, as we have seen, a Point of View.) Now, this task of organising the mind, of erecting a coherent and intelligible structure, is enormously facilitated by the Qabalah.
1996 · PDF PAGE 97
…onscious of his patient. My own Unconscious was thus in alliance with Aiwaz; taken between two fires, my conscious self was paralyzed so long as the pressure lasted. It will be seen later—verses 61 to 69—that my conscious ness was ultimately invaded by the Secret Self, and surrendered unconditionally, so that, it proclaimed, loudly and gladly, from its citadel, the victory of its rightful Lord. The mystery is indeed this, that in so prosperous and joyous a city, there should still be groups of malcontents whose grumblings are occasionally audi…
1909 · PDF PAGE 100
…the spectre, self, laid beyond remembrance, even, of its horror; that horror which seems branded into the brain of whoso has beheld it ? Long years are they through which Mrs. Besant fought with hardly a friend or a helper; must it be so for all of us? Yes, for we are all too blind to know our friends, our wardens, the Stones in the great Wall of Arhans that guards humanity. We have been with James Thomson and watched the dreadful seeker go his unending round to the death-places of love and faith and hope; we have passed out of the doomed trian…
1909 · PDF PAGE 100
…the spectre, self, laid beyond remembrance, even, of its horror; that horror which seems branded into the brain of whoso has beheld it ? Long years are they through which Mrs. Besant fought with hardly a friend or a helper; must it be so for all of us? Yes, for we are all too blind to know our friends, our wardens, the Stones in the great Wall of Arhans that guards humanity. We have been with James Thomson and watched the dreadful seeker go his unending round to the death-places of love and faith and hope; we have passed out of the doomed trian…
1929 · PDF PAGE 183
… you were making a fire!" "Trying to make a fire, my dear; we are always trying, and never succeeding — in this country." [258] "And how long have you been trying?" "There is no time — in this country." Iliel was half hypnotized by the reiteration of that negation, and that final phrase. She began to play a game. "Well, Old Lady, I've something round, and something red, and something ripe to make your fire with. I'll give it to you if you can guess what it is." The Old Lady shook her head. "There's nothing round, and there's nothing red, and no…
1996 · PDF PAGE 26
… elemental Self is supreme, Very God of Very God. Ay, in this Book is Truth almost insufferably splendid, for Man has veiled himself too long from his own glory: he fears the abyss, the ageless Absolute. But Truth shall make him free!4
1904 · PDF PAGE 10
…d ? Shall his spirit not see, Lightning to lightning, the spirit in me ? Parody ? Shall not his spirit forgive Me, who shall love him as long as I live ? Love’s at its height in pure love ? Nay, but after When the song’s light dissolves gently in laughter ! Then and then only the lovers may know Nothing can part them for ever. And so, Muse, hover o’er me ! Apollo, above her ! I, of the Moderns, have let alone Greek.21 Out of the way Intuition shall shove her. Spirit and Truth in my darkness I seek. Little by little they bubble and leak; Such as…
1907 · PDF PAGE 56
…it only August I should see that great Leviathan, whom Thou (addressing the Almighty) hast made to play therein. But the silly season is long past.” And he cursed it for a barren ocean. Luckily he was not Christ, or Mr. Swinburne would have found it difficult to find similes for everything he writes about; from Blake and Byron to Dekker, Dickens, Dionysius, Dio Chrysostom, and Diogenes. Then said the Man: “It is not blue but gray; it is far-resounding and makes an anarithmical gelasm; it is salt; it is wet; it is a generator of ozone, or my olfac…
1922 · PDF PAGE 162
…now in the dark. He tried to prevent Cockie examining the stuff by pretending to be afraid of the police. | But as it happened, Cockie’s long suit was chemistry. He was the wrong man to try to sell powdered borax to at a guinea a sniff. He told the man he’d rather have Beecham’s Pills. What I love about Cockie is the witty way he talks. But somehow or other, the flashes don’t come like they did—not so often, I mean. Besides which, he seems to be making his jokes to himself. Most of the time, I don’t get what he means. He talks to himself a grea…
1929 · PDF PAGE 55
… story. And all his stories were good ones. Simon Iff jumped at the opening. He turned immediately, and asked for the yarn. "It's rather long," said Bowling, a little dubiously. "But it's very, very beautiful." Unacknowledged quotations gave a curious fascination to his narrative style. People became interested through the psychological trick involved. They recognized, yet could not place, the remark, and they were stirred by the magick of association, just as one becomes interested in a stranger who reminds one of — one can't quite think who. …
1905 · PDF PAGE 185
… woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venemous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead ; infernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their disdainly cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All evil deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred to sow Strife. These twain are bitter. But the la…
1929 · PDF PAGE 7
…th this exception, the man was entirely bald; or, rather, clean-shaven, for the scalp was grey. The skull was extraordinarily narrow and long. Again she looked at the eyes. They were parallel, [14] focussed on infinity. The pupils were pin-points. It was clear to her that he saw nothing in the room. Her dancer's vanity came to her rescue; she moved in front of the still figure, and made a mock obeisance. She might have done the same to a stone image. To her astonishment, she found the hand of Lisa on her shoulder. A look, half shocked, half pio…
1930 · PDF PAGE 106
…d to be moved by an unknown force. (d) As a development of this stage, the body rises into the air, and remains there for an appreciably long period, from a second to an hour or more. Let him further investigate any mental results w’hich may occur. 6. Third Practice. — In order both to économisé his time and to develop his powers, let the Zelator practise the deep full breathing which his preliminary exercises will hâve taught him during his walks. Let him repeat a sacred sentence (mantra) or let him count, in such a way that his footfall beats…
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
…cher can kill it. Whatever is heard of the nature of sound is only Shakti.* The conception of Akasat (the generator of sound) exists, as long as the sound is heard. The Soundless is called Parabramha or Paramatma.} August 14th. Bought a meditation-mat and also a bronze Buddha, Nadi-Yama§ 10 minutes in the Saivite posture, in which my body-seat fits exactly into a square of about 18 inches forming the letter Aleph. Mantra (N.S.N.A.). At the 28th minute got faint sounds like a musical box worked by a mallet on metal bars. As I stopped I heard a p…
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
…cher can kill it. Whatever is heard of the nature of sound is only Shakti.* The conception of Akasat (the generator of sound) exists, as long as the sound is heard. The Soundless is called Parabramha or Paramatma.} August 14th. Bought a meditation-mat and also a bronze Buddha, Nadi-Yama§ 10 minutes in the Saivite posture, in which my body-seat fits exactly into a square of about 18 inches forming the letter Aleph. Mantra (N.S.N.A.). At the 28th minute got faint sounds like a musical box worked by a mallet on metal bars. As I stopped I heard a p…
1930 · PDF PAGE 98
…hods are dry, one and ail. Intellectual exercises, moral exercises, they are not Love. Yet as a man, rubbing two dry sticks together for long, suddenly found a spark, so also from time to time will true Love leap unasked into thy méditation. Yet this shall die and be reborn again and again. It may be that thou hast no tinder near. In the end shall corne suddenly a great flame and devouring, and burn thee utterly. Now of these sparks, and of these splutterings of flame, and of these beginnings of the Infinité Fire, thou shalt thus be aware. For …
1905 · PDF PAGE 57
…Ah God! what eyes! The souls grown sharp and strong That my lips made their prize, The ruined souls, the wrecks Of bodies fair of flecks Long since, ere God did vex My soul with sacrifice. These press upon my lips What lips of flame To burn me, unless slips Some cooler kiss, from shame Washed clean by God’s desire, To save me from their fire— Those kiss me and respire The perfume of the Name.} Remorse and terror banished By pitying lovers, Who from my eyes have vanished, (The Lidless Eye ° discovers), Repenting souls that turn, Whose hearts wit…
1904 · PDF PAGE 60
…- mouth B rother, have scared their illiterate, since hypocrisy was born, with Abel, and spiritual tyranny with Jehovah! Society, in the long run, is eminently sane and practical ; under the Second Empire it ran mad. If these things are done in the green tree of Society, what shall be done in the dry tree of Bo- hemianism? Art always has a suspicion to fight against ; always some poor mad Max Nordau is handy to call everything outside the kitchen the asylum. Here, however, there is a substratum of truth. Consider the intolerable long roll of na…
1906 · PDF PAGE 87
… snowfall shed Meekly, a blossom where frail white and red Were never frenzied at some mad god’s will. She sat and gazed upon me all day long. Sometimes she held my hands; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lull me with some chaste and gentle song Of angel love. Night’s plume its dew fall drips As she still sits and watches me to sleep. 1 Cuckold.