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Page 86 of 2031903 · PDF PAGE 88
…t's core, my child! For though I strip you bare, and run My red-hot iron through your flesh, ‘There is a citadel that none May touch—not God! The rotten rest Evacuate; be seated there, Let there be music, and Rome burn ‘Then you may climb to be aware How well you serve my idle turn, Yet to yourself avail. There too Lies a last doubtful chance for you. Behold who dare! (Ay, you are fain!) Purblind with prejudice? No vision, Palsied with passion? Sight in vain. ‘Stupid with sense of self? Division, Picture, not model? Then you win, T painted soul…
1904 · PDF PAGE 38
…nded one? HERACLES. What ass? ARGUS. The one that wore the lion’s skin! THESEUS. This fellow were beneath a man’s contempt. How should a God-born heed him?
1905 · PDF PAGE 84
… the wedding of the aether and the deep, There are perfumes through the saltness of the even ; there are hints of flowers afar ; And the God goes down lamented by the lonely vesper star. The monsters rise around us as we move in moving mist, Slow whales that swim as musing, and lo ! or ever we wist, Looms northward in the grey, mysterious ice, cathedral high, Clad in transparent clouds of cold, as a ghost in drapery. The solemn dusk descending creeps around us from the East ; Clouded as with the ungainly head of a mysterious beast. Long wisps o…
1909 · PDF PAGE 113
…ve never been. XXXI The universe I measured with my rod. The blacks were balanced with the whites ; Satan dropped down even as up soared God ; Whores prayed and danced with anchorites. So in my book the even matched the odd: No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind! Thou may’st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may’st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes…
1909 · PDF PAGE 113
…ve never been. XXXI The universe I measured with my rod. The blacks were balanced with the whites ; Satan dropped down even as up soared God ; Whores prayed and danced with anchorites. So in my book the even matched the odd: No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind! Thou may’st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may’st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes…
1910 · PDF PAGE 404
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Until one billow curls to leap, And flings him breathless on the shore Half drowned. O fool! his God’s asleep, His armour in illusion’s war Itself illusion, all his might And courage vain. Yet ardours pour Through every artery. The knight Scales the Himalaya’s frozen sides, Crowned with illimitable light, And there in constant war abides, Smiting the spangles of the snow ; Smiting until the vernal tides Of earth leap high ; the steady flow Of sunlight splits the icy walls : They slide, they hurl the knight belo…
1910 · PDF PAGE 404
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Until one billow curls to leap, And flings him breathless on the shore Half drowned. O fool! his God’s asleep, His armour in illusion’s war Itself illusion, all his might And courage vain. Yet ardours pour Through every artery. The knight Scales the Himalaya’s frozen sides, Crowned with illimitable light, And there in constant war abides, Smiting the spangles of the snow ; Smiting until the vernal tides Of earth leap high ; the steady flow Of sunlight splits the icy walls : They slide, they hurl the knight belo…
1912 · PDF PAGE 10
So halted he his horse, and bent To catch remembrance from the eyes That stared to God, whose ardour sent His radiance from the ruthless skies. Then like a statue still he sate; Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To strike a Gorgon into stone. …
1930 · PDF PAGE 27
…pirits is the most important branch of tlie whoïe tree of Magick. Without it, one is lost in the jungle of delusion. Every spirit, up to God himself, is ready to deceive you if possible, to make himself ont more important than lie is; in short, to lay in wait for your soûl in 333 separate ways. Remember thaï after ail the highest of ail the Gods is en!y the Magus, 1 Mayan, the greatest of ail the devils. Your may also try “rising on the planes”.2 With a little practice, especially if you hâve a good Guru, you ought to be able to slip in and out…
1904 · PDF PAGE 79
…when Ganesha appeared in all his glory , he found him to his disgust quite free from e lephanto- morphism. In fact, he quietly asked the God to leave him alone. “Now he was still quite a y oung elephant when there came into the jungle, tripping merrily along, with a light-hearted song in its nucleolus, no less than a Bacillus. “And the elephant died. He was only seventeen years old.” VI. “A brief consultation ; and the Srotapatti was reincarnated as a parrot. For the parrot, said the wicked Jehjaour, may live 500 years and never feel it. “So a …
1909 · PDF PAGE 12
… them with fierce growls and howls. The mental prostitute, Mrs. Eddy (for example), having invented the idea which ordinary people call “God,” christened it ‘“‘ Mind,” and then by affirming a set of propositions about “ Mind,” which are only true of “ God,” set all hysterical, dyspeptic, crazy Amurrka by the ears. Personally, I don’t object to people dis- cussing the properties of four-sided triangles ; but I draw the line when they use a well-known word, such as pig, or mental healer, or dung-heap, to denote the object of their paranoiac fetis…
1907 · PDF PAGE 44
…Forget my pretty speeches | [Pings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day—he was a gentleman ! Sir Percival! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived—thank God he died! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! [Sir Percy descends, after taking fare- well of ANGELA, and appears agatn on horseback among his men. SiR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! [Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA (waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss), Farewell ! | Axveunt. WIIY JESUS WEPT ANGELA,…
1919 · PDF PAGE 382
THE EQUINOX dle, what America (God bless her!) calls ‘sob-stuff.’ When tipsy old ladies become maudlin, it is time to go. 44. Yet, if the “Doctrine of the Heart” is too high-winged for thee, if thou needest help thyself and fearest to offer help to others—then, thou of timid heart, be warned in time: re- main content with the “Eye Doctrine” of the Law. Hope still. For if the “Secret Path” is unattainable this “day,” it is within thy reach “To-morrow.” Learn that no efforts, not the smallest—whether in right or wrong direction—can vanish from th…
1929 · PDF PAGE 417
… river ran Between me and the poppy-pranky Isle, with tangled roots embanked, Where seven sister poplars stood Like the seven sisters of god. Soft as silence in mine ear, The drone and rustle of the weir Told in bass the treble tale Of the embowered nightingale. Higher, on the patient river, Velvet lights without a quiver Echoed through their hushed rimes The garden's glow beneath the limes. Then the sombre village, crowned By the castellated ground, Where in cerements of sable, One square tower and one great gable Stood, the melancholy wraith …
1901 · PDF PAGE 112
( 98) THE GROWTH OF GOD (AS DEVELOPED ON A MOONLESS NIGHT IN THE TROPICS) VEN as beasts, where the sepulchral ocean Sobs, and their fins and feet keep Runic pace, Treading in water mysteries of motion, Witch-dances: where the ghastly carapace Of the blind sky hangs on the monstrous verge: Even as serpents, wallowing in the slime; So my thoughts raise misshapen heads, and urge Horrible visions of decaying Time. For in the fiery dusk arise distorted Grey shapes in moonless phosphorus glow of death; The keen light of the eyes thrust back and thwar…
1913 · PDF PAGE 242
… ” Privately printed “ Ahab " Privately printed " Alice , an Adultery " Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth , Inverness “ The God -Eater " Watts & Co., London “ The Star and the Garter " Watts & Co ., London “ The Argonauts " Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth , Inverness “ The Sword of Song ” Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth , Inverness “ Goetia ” Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth , Inverness “ Why Jesus wept ”. Privately printed “ Oracles " Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth , Inve…
1913 · PDF PAGE 192
…on. Bestrewn The dim pathway of delight With night, And her dim, pale stars that swoon In the circle of the skies. Thine eyes, O radiant god, are waning, and there dies 154
1913 · PDF PAGE 192
…on. Bestrewn The dim pathway of delight With night, And her dim, pale stars that swoon In the circle of the skies. Thine eyes, O radiant god, are waning, and there dies 154
1939 · PDF PAGE 28
…recluseuntil one has fulfilled one's duty to one's own environmentrendered to Caesar the things which are Caesar's before rendering to God the things which are God's. Woe to that seven months' abortion who thinks to take advantage of the accidents of birth, and, mocking the call of duty, sneaks off to stare at a blank wall in China! Yama and Niyama are only the more critical stages of Yoga because they cannot be translated in terms of a schoolboy curriculum. Nor can schoolboy tricks adequately excuse the aspirant from the duties of manhood. D…
1905 · PDF PAGE 88
…most Shall strike a measure of delight. SIxtH ELDER. And boys With bright unsullied curls shall minister Before him all the days of life God grants, SEVENTH ELDER. And all his platters shall be made of gold. EIGHTH ELDER. And jewels beyond price shall stud them all. VOL, I. ELEAZAR, What sayest thou, O wisest of our race, Ahinoam, the aged priest of God, Who weighest out the stars with balances, And knowest best of men the heart of man? ANWINOAM. Ye are as children, and nowise your tongues Speak sense. I never hear your voice but know Some gees…