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1910 · PDF PAGE 200

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…have come to the end of this long chapter, let us turn back on the upward slope and survey the road which winds beneath us, and lose not heart when but little of it can be seen, for the mountain’s side is steep, and the dis- tance from our last halting-place seems so short, not on account of our idleness, but because of the many twists and turnings that the road has taken since we left our last camp below, when the sun was rising and all was golden with the joy of great expectations. For, in truth, we have progressed many a weary league, and fr…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 200

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…have come to the end of this long chapter, let us turn back on the upward slope and survey the road which winds beneath us, and lose not heart when but little of it can be seen, for the mountain’s side is steep, and the dis- tance from our last halting-place seems so short, not on account of our idleness, but because of the many twists and turnings that the road has taken since we left our last camp below, when the sun was rising and all was golden with the joy of great expectations. For, in truth, we have progressed many a weary league, and fr…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 382

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…se. We obtained the ineffable assurance of the existence of a spiritual energy that worked its wondrous will in ways too strange for the heart of man to understand until the time should be ripe. The pestilence of the past had immunised us against its poison. The devil had defeated himself. We had attained a higher stage of evolution. And this under- standing of the past filled us with absolute faith in the future. The chaos of crumbled civilisations whose monuments were on the rock before us, had left that rock un- marred. Our experience had fo…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 314

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ays on many other occasions, as will appear from the sequel. The Book of the Law was to my hand, but the gods themselves had hardened my heart against it. I had hardened my own heart; I had tried to go round the Boyg. They answered, "Thou hast said." I know now from the experience of others that The Book of the Law is veritably a Golden bough. It is the only thing that one is allowed to take with one through Hades and it is an absolute passport. In fact, one cannot go through Hades at all; there is no "one" to go. But the Law itself bridges the…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 127

The Vision and the Voice

…l by with incessant fury. And the thought of the god entereth my mind, and I cry aloud: Behold, the volatile is become fixed; and in the heart of eternal motion is eternal rest. So is the Peace beneath the sea that rageth with her storms; so is the changeful moon, the dead planet that revolveth no more. So the far-seeing, the far-darting hawk is poised passionless in the blue; so also the ibis that is long of limb meditateth soli- tary in the sign of Sulphur. Behold, I stand ever before the Eternal One in the sign of the Enterer. And by virtue …

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1919 · PDF PAGE 320

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds. His robust joy of castigating curs with his contempt swells a pean in my heart. “Consider one fact: the civilization that kissed Maeterlinck on both cheeks and Tagore perhaps even more intimately. . . .” Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a two-edged sword in their hand; To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron; To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 300

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…asons.” To say that I sat stupefied is a gross understatement of the case. My astonishment prevented me recognising for a moment that my heart was bounding and leaping . within me at the sight of the drug. “ T should really value your opinion as a connoisseur,” continued Platt. There was something tremulous in his voice, as if he were keeping hold on himself by some incredible effort of will.. I positively stammered. “Why, Mr. Platt,” I said, ‘I thought you were so anxious to stop the use of the drug altogether. I thought

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1954 · PDF PAGE 214

Magick Without Tears

…nd was wounded in the Polish War when the Red Army recovered Kiev. So also we are most fortunate in possessing the account almost beyond Heart's desire of Spiritism, in Robert Browning's Mr. Sludge the Medium. You see that I write "Spiritism" not "Spiritualism." To use the latter word in this connection is vulgar ignorance ; it denotes a system of philosophy which flourished (more or less) in the Middle Ages-read your Erdmann if you want the gruesome details. But why should you? The model for Mr. Sludge was David Dunbar? (Douglas) Home, who was…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 55

The Vision and the Voice

…rate upon the ground before this mystery. Its splendour is impossible to describe. I can only say that its splendour is so great that my heart stops with the terror and the wonder and the rapture of it. I am almost mad. A million insane images chase each other through my brain. . . . A voice comes: (it is my own voice—I did not know it). “When thou shalt know me, O thou empty God, my little flame shall utterly expire in thy great N.O.X.” There is no answer. . . . (20 minutes. O. V.)... . And now, after so long a while, the Angel* lifts me, and …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 65

The Vision and the Voice

…d pluck out my beard, and make a show of me. And the spirit of prophecy shall come upon me despite me ever and anon, as even now upon my heart and upon my throat; and upon my tongue seared with strong acid are the words: Vim patior. For so must I give glory to him that hath supplanted me, that hath cast me down into the dust. I have hated him, and with hate my bones are rotten. I would have spat upon him, and my spittle hath befouled my beard. I have taken up the sword against him, and I am fallen upon it, and mine entrails are about my feet. W…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 58

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…forget their exis- tence, they actually cease to exist ! Haven’t we got an old proverb to the effect that “what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over?” When one is on one’s cocaine honeymoon, one is really, to acertain extent, superior to one’s fellows. One attacks every problem with perfect confidence. It is a combination of what the French call élan and what they call tmsouctance. The British Empire is due to this spirit. Our young men went out to India and all sorts of places, and walked all over everybody because they were too …

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1996 · PDF PAGE 203

The Law is for All

…s better than all things: if under the night­ stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jew­ els; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I cha…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 37

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… on thy breast? What aileth thee, O many-mooded melancholy sea? [fear the swift rush of that triumphant wing! Listen ! the world’s whole heart is listening ! In England now the leaf leaps, and the tree Gleams dewy, and the bird woos noisily. Here in the tropics now is no such thing. Dull heavy heat burns through the clouded sky, And yet no promise of the latter rains. Earth bears her fruit, but unrefreshed of death. In winter is no sorrow, in the dry Harsh spring no joy, while pestilence and pains Hover like wolves behind the summer’s breath.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 173

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…en. OF THE PROFANE. Thou canst to obsess me first that Easter Eve, When, from the contemplation of is pain, I turned to look into my own heart's heave, And saw the bloody nails made fast again. Thou cam’st to obsess me first that Easter Eve ! The lustre of old jet was over thee, And through thy body coursed the scented blood § Thy flesh was full of amvrous ecstasy : Polished, and gloomier than some black full flood, The lustre of old jet was over thee ! In thy great brazen blackness I am bathed ; Through all thy veins, like curses, my blood run…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 270

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…remember, One leap toward the knees and destinies, Where shine Her lips like flames, Her breasts like amber, Like moons Her eyes. For my heart turns—ah still !—in Sorrow’s traces, Where sad chill footprints pash the sodden leaves ; Where ranged around me are the cold, gray faces 3 Fallen on the stubbleare the rottensheaves ; The vicious ghosts abound; and Chronos’ paces No soul deceives, 263

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1922 · PDF PAGE 267

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…e was an under-current of earnestness in his voice which compelled the attention. Lou nodded easily enough ; but I could see that in her heart, no less than in mine, an arrow had struck, charged with acid venom. The reference recalled the dreadful days at Barley Grange ; and even the Bottom- less Pit of Nothingness into which we had since fallen seemed less outrageous than the lake of fire through which we had passed. The poem rang through my brain, snatches of the anthem of the damned.. His elbows were upon the table, his head between his hand…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 72

Moonchild

…research in science is to be taken by storm. You need infinite patience, nay, even infinite indifference to the very thing on which your heart is set: "Well, I have prated. The old man must utter his distrust of fiery youth. So we'll go on. "I'm going to talk to you about the soul again. Remember our conception of it, the idea that seemed to do away with all the difficulties at a blow. We had the idea of a soul, of a real physical substance, one of whose surfaces, or rather boundary-solids, was what we call body and mind. Body and mind are real…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 26

Magick Without Tears

…e Great Work was concerned. Above all, notice the remarks at the beginning of letter 45. The ideas expressed there are in reality at the heart of his system of training and development. The chiding he administers to his correspondent is not nearly as severe as he had been known to give himself. Throughout these letters are innumerable references to The Equinox. To the younger student of today, The Equinox may convey but little until he attempts to purchase one or more of them. He will find it all but impossible. Even if he succeeds in tracking …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 238

Magick Without Tears

…d Hundredth by "Hush! Hush! Hush! here comes the Bogey Man." Or is it. Enough of this fooling! Out, trusty rapier, and home to the stone heart of the audacious woman that wrote "God within us." I know you thought you knew more or less what you meant when you wrote it; but surely that was a mere slip. An instant's thought would have warned you that the word wouldn't stand even the most superficial analysis. You meant "Something which seems to me the most perfect symbol of all that I love, worship, admire" -all that class of verb. 2. Crippen was …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 125

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… my reasons [dowdtfully), ay, my reasons ‘plain ! Going, not forced. CHORUS. Yet going—that is good | JASON, To Corinth! Bride of my own heart, Medea, Well hast thou put thy power off for the time Preferring love to pomp, and peace to revel— MEDEA. And the soft cushions of the moss-grown trees To royal pillows, and the moon’s young light To gaudy lamps of antique workmanship— JASON. And music of the birds to harps of gold Struck by unwilling fingers for gold coin. MEDEA. Come! lest the curse I call upon this house Eat us up also! May the red pl…

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