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1906 · PDF PAGE 128

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… pardon. What final crime of horror wins At last His gracious heart to harden ? What one last infamy shall wake His anger, for His great Name’s sake? Is there one sin so horrible That no forgiveness can obtain, That flings apart the bars of hell, | For which repentance shall be vain? . Ay! but there is! One act of ruth Done in my rash unthinking youth ! Who wonders if I hold the scale. Poised in my deep deliberate mind, Between the weight of Zidon’s Baal And Judah’s God-—each in his kind A god of power—each in his fashion The hideous foeman of …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 78

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…sword. ALAIN, Amat janua limen! (Closes book.| Now, my friend, whoever you are—for your charming letter does not mention your honourable name—we shall very soon have the pleasure of seeing you. ‘ Embrace of the eyes,” eh? You distrust my door already, eh? Why do you knock so? [Great noise below.) No honester crafts- man ever built a door—you waste time! Why so reluctant to move from the cold night to the ‘‘ blush of an alabaster brow,” and the rest of your accursed troubadour’s jargon, to a bliss you little expect. “‘ Gratia cum Nymphis geminis…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 39

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e Whose hollow centre I am standing at With burning eyes intent to penetrate ‘The black circumference, and find out God-— 1 Jehovah, the name of 4 letters. 1+2+ 3+4=10. 2 ‘The first Amen is=91 or 7x13. The second is the Inscrutabie Amoun. 3°¢°'The Poisoners,” finished later, but dis- carded as over-Tourncuresque, And only see myself. The walls of Space Mock me with silence. What is Life? The stars Are silent. O ye matchless ministers That daily pass in your appointed ways To reach—we know not what! How mean- ingless Your bright assemblage and y…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 73

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…word lend majesty and might To dominate all tumult and disaster, That even my song may pierce the iron night, Invoking dawn in thy great name, O Master ! Till to the stainless heaven of the soul Even my chariot-wheels on thunder roll. And so, most sacred soul, most reverend head, The silence of deep midnight shall be bound, And with the mighty concourse of the dead That live, that contemplate, my place be found, Even mine, throughall theseasons that areshed Like leaves upon the darkness, where the sound Of all high song through calm eternity Sh…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 234

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… An holy ‘* The Blouu of the Osiris !”” was his word : (Meaning the Christ?) ‘‘The life, the tears, the tomb ! ‘¢The Love of Isis is its name!” (I heard This for the love of Mary.) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the Three Maries (so he said) were One: Three aspects of the mystic spouse of God, Isis! This pagan! ‘‘ Look towards the Sun”? (Quoth he), ‘‘and seek a winepress to be trod; ‘With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod. ‘* Thus,” riddled he, ‘‘ thy heart shall know its Peace !” Let be! I ride upon the sand instead, …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 199

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… face—the added spur Sticks venom in my lunge—a sudden thrust ! No cry, no gasp; but he is in the dust, Stark dead. The queen—I hate the name of her! So grew the mustard-seed, one moment’s lust. I too was wounded: shameful runs the song. She nursed me through that melancholy long Month of despair: she won my life from death. Ah God ! she won that most reluctant breath Out of corruption: love! ah ! love is strong ! What waters quench it? King Shalomeh saith. 1 Hebrew form of Solomon. See Canticles viii. 6, 7.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 418

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

418 Are one as they were one ere time began, Are one on earth as they are one in heaven; Where the soul is given a new name, Confirming with an oath the same, And with celestial wine and bread Is most delicately fed, Yet suffereth in itself the curse Of the infinite universe, Having made its own confession Of the mystery of transgression; Where it is wedded solemnly With the ring of space and eternity; And where the oil, the Holiest Breath, With its first whisper dedicateth Its new life to a further death. This experience lasted throughout the …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 19

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…lded by the moon. XXVIII. AND who is then the moon? Bend close, And clothe me in a silken kiss, And I will whisper to my rose The secret name of Artemis. Words were not needed then: to-day Must I begin what never I thought To do: mould flowers in common clay? Mud casket of mere words is nought, When by love’s miracle we guess What either always thinketh. Yes? XXIX. So, love, not thus for you and me! And if Iam man, no more, expect T shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And rais…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 85

The Sword of Song

…, Gracechurch St. IT is fitting that I, Am brose, called I.A.O., should set down the life of our great Father (who now is not, yet whose name must never be spoken among men), in order that the Brethren may know what journey s he undertook in pursuit of that Knowledge whose attainment is their constant study. It was at his 119th year,1 the S tar Suaconch2 being in the sign of the Lion, that our Father set out from his Castle of Ug 3 to attain the Quint- essence or Philosophical Tincture. The way being dark and the Golden Dawn at hand, he did cal…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 175

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…od. Let memory wake from its abode Of dim precision lost for long The grace and grandeur of the song ! Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken ? By whom, O love, my soul is subtly stricken? O Love, O Love, I linger On the dear word and know not any mean- ing, Nor why J chant; there is a whisper wean- ing My soul from depths I knew to depths I guess, Centred in two words only: ‘‘ Love” and * Yes.” What lyrist’s gentle finger’ Strikes out a note, a key, a chord unheard of ? What voice intones a song I know no word of? Who am I, Love, and…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 300

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ns, he found a cow caught in the Children’s Special Service Mission by her feet, which were exceptionally large, and took her as wife in name, and secretary and general ser- vant in function. This female, however, developed an unsuspected quality. She made him shave, and Mr. Bishop, who had been going about London for forty years looking like a most venerable old gentleman, was seen to be a monkey. He looked like a monkey so much that the local zoologists used to frequent the neigh- bourhood of his house on Sunday afternoon. We have also seen t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 244

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…lf-title, Liber Se- cundus vel Amoris, p. 107; Dedication ‘To Mary Beaton,” &c., 109; Quota- tions, p. 110; Text, pp. 111-155; Printer’s name, p. 156. Headlines throughout. Volume ii. similarly arranged. Dedications to ‘“The Memory of Jehi Aour,” &c., and ‘*To my Wife,” p. 148. Edition : 1 copy on Roman vellum, 500 copies on hand-made paper. Issued in white boards, linen backs, white label ‘‘ORPHEUS| I. (or II.”) | Two volumes | Ten Shillings | Boards | CROWLEY. [COLLECTED WORKS} The Works | of| Aleister Crowley | Volume I. { Foyers | Society f…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 97

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…prise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower Still red, but red with the ecstasy of blood. Dear love, dear wife, dear mother of the child Whose fair faint features are a match for mine, Lurks there no secret where your body smiled, No serpent in the generous draught of wine? Did I guess all, who guessed your life well given Up to my kiss? Aha! the veil is riven! Beneath the smiling mask of a young bride Languorous, luscious, melancholy-…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 259

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…onable things, Bow to thy wings, Thy manifest control, Vexation ! weeding out of one another. Their dwelling-places, let them lose their name ! The work of man, and all his pomp and power, Deface them: shatter the aspiring tower ! Let all his houses be as caves and holes, Unto the Beast I give them. And their souls— Lift up the shadowy hand !— | Confound with darkness them that under- stand ! For why? Me, the Most High, It doth repent Me, having made mankind ! Let her be known a little while, and then A little while a stranger. Dumb and blind, …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 34

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…tars, the sun, the Universe. I was in Heaven, lost, alone. Alone! A new curse gathered as a sombre breath: ‘“Power without Wisdom is the Name of Death !” And therefore from my devastating hand (For I was then unwilling to be dead) I loosed the lightning, and in hate and dread Despairing, did I break the royal wand. Mortal, a plaything for a thousand fears, I found the earth; I found a lonely place To gaze for ever on the ocean’s face, Lamenting through the lamentable years ; Without a god, deprived of life and death, Sensible only to that sombr…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 162

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…h lampless space, the starless wildernesses ! Beyond the universal bounds that roll, There is the shrine and image of my soul. Nature my name is called. O fruitless veil Of the strange self of its own self begotten ! O vision laughterless! O shadowy tale! O brain that halts before its thought for- gotten! Once all ye knew me—ere the earth grew pale, And Time began, and all its fruit lay rotten, Once, when thou knewest me indeed, and fed At these strong breasts—Ah! but the days are dead ! Now, in the dusty corridors of Time, I am forgotten: Gaia…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 225

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…-Nose-Folk. Save us, O Lord! 1 Nechesh the Serpent and Messiach the Redeemer. 2 Abigenos, Abiagnus, Bigenos, Abiegnus, metatheses of the name of the Mystic Mountain of Initiation. The next paragraph has been explained in the Appendix to Vol. I. 3 The belief in a Trinity—ignorance of Daath. 4 Belief in Monism, or rather Advaitism. Crowley was a Monist only in the modern scientific sense of that word. 5 Confusion of the various mystic serpents. The Big-Nose-Folk=the Jews. We leave the rest to the insight of the reader. Abiegnus, Mysterium ILN.R.I…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 60

Eight Lectures on Yoga

… blood'—you know the rest—I can't be bothered to quote it all—Eph. vi. 12. 9. It is St. Paul, I think, who describes Satan, which is his name for the enemy, owing to his ignorance of the history of the world, as the Prince of the Power of the Air; that is, of the Ruach, of the intellect; and we must never forget that what operated the conversion of St. Paul was the Vision on the road to Damascus. It is particularly significant that he disappeared into the Desert of Arabia for three years before coming forward as the Apostle to the Gentiles. St.…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 315

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

315 As I trod the trackless way Through sunless gorges of Cathay, I became a little child, By nameless rivers, swirling through Chasms, a fantastic blue, Month by month, on barren hills, In burning heat, in bitter chills, Tropic forest, Tartar snow, Smaragdine archipelago, See me --- led by some wise hand That I did not understand. Morn and noon and eve and night I, the forlorn eremite, Called on Him with mild devotion, As the dewdrop woos the ocean. I had all the innocence and helplessness if a child at the period when it gropes instinctively …

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1939 · PDF PAGE 66

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…is in my hand and proceeded to recite in the Enochian or Angelic language the Call of the Thirty Aethyrs, using in each case the special name appropriate to the Aethyr. Now all this went very well until about the 17th, I think it was, and then the Angel, foreseeing difficulty in the higher or remoter Aethyrs, gave me this instruction. I was to recite a chapter from the Q'uran: what the Mohammedans call the 'Chapter of the Unity.' 'Qol: Hua Allahu achad; Allahu assamad: lam yalid walam yulad; walam yakun lahu kufwan achad.' I was to say this, bo…

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