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1913 · PDF PAGE 156

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… received this last Initiation, this destruction of the opposition between One and the Many, he descended from the mountain, and awaited nightfall. The nature of the Initiation itself—its climax and comple- tion—can only be given in the sublime words of the Angel of the A&thyr itself. We therefore quote it in full— The Angel reappears. The blackness gathers about, so thick, so clinging, so penetrating, so oppressive, that all the other darkness that I have ever conceived would be like bright light beside it. His voice comes in a whisper: O thou…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 156

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

… received this last Initiation, this destruction of the opposition between One and the Many, he descended from the mountain, and awaited nightfall. The nature of the Initiation itself—its climax and comple- tion—can only be given in the sublime words of the Angel of the A&thyr itself. We therefore quote it in full— The Angel reappears. The blackness gathers about, so thick, so clinging, so penetrating, so oppressive, that all the other darkness that I have ever conceived would be like bright light beside it. His voice comes in a whisper: O thou…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 163

The Star in the West

…o become aware of the appalling gloom that was cast over the splendour that was Greece , and the grandeur that was Rome , in that dismal night of a thousand years which lapped the Western world in a sea of blood and tears . Ignorance crushed the mind of Europe , as a hammer of lead , from the time that Constantine - tyrant , murderer , and debauchee threw in his lot with the yelping mob of Constantin ople . On that fateful day a fiery cross shone in the sky ,' and to this day it has been our lot to carry its cankerous form branded on our hearts…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 84

The Vision and the Voice

…he canopy is supported by eight pillars of amber. These pillars are upright, and yet the canopy which they support is the whole vault of night. The charioteer is a man in golden armour, studded with sapphires, but over his shoulders is a white robe, and over that a red robe. Upon his golden helmet he beareth for his crest a crab. His hands are clasped upon a cup, from which radiates a ruddy glow, constantly increasing, so that every- thing is blotted out by its glory, and the whole Aire is filled with it. And there is a marvellous perfume in th…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 124

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…), I once found myself in an extremely absurd position through my fantastic trust in the impeccability of woman, “Tt was rather late one night, and I was walking home through a deserted street, when two brutal-looking ruffians came towards me, between them a young and beautiful girl, her face flushed with shame, and screaming with pain; for the savages had each firm hold of one arm, and were forcing her at a rapid pace—to what vile den ? “ My fist in the face of one and my foot in the stomach of the other! They sprawled in the road, and, disdai…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 124

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…), I once found myself in an extremely absurd position through my fantastic trust in the impeccability of woman, “Tt was rather late one night, and I was walking home through a deserted street, when two brutal-looking ruffians came towards me, between them a young and beautiful girl, her face flushed with shame, and screaming with pain; for the savages had each firm hold of one arm, and were forcing her at a rapid pace—to what vile den ? “ My fist in the face of one and my foot in the stomach of the other! They sprawled in the road, and, disdai…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 306

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ber, when I received from a friend of mine—also a so-called disciple—a letter in which he wrote: “ There was a devil of a row at 60 last night. M: pressed me to come to his weekly entertainments; so I 288

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1910 · PDF PAGE 306

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ber, when I received from a friend of mine—also a so-called disciple—a letter in which he wrote: “ There was a devil of a row at 60 last night. M: pressed me to come to his weekly entertainments; so I 288

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1911 · PDF PAGE 87

The Vision and the Voice

…ldeth itself as a Rose, and shutteth itself up as the Cross that is bent into the cube. And this is the comedy of Pan, that is played at night in the thick forest. And this is the mystery of Dionysus Zagreus, that is celebrated upon the holy mountain of Kithairon. And this is the secret of the brothers of the Rosy Cross; and this is the heart of the ritual that is accomplished in the Vault of the Adepts that is hidden in the Mountain of the Caverns, even the Holy Mountain Abiegnus. And this is the meaning of the Supper of the Passover, the spil…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 21

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ter reminded him of the system of payment by the line. “ I am myself paid so much a lie ! ” retorted the cleric, witty even after such a night as he had spent. “ But I see your point ! ” di- recting a sly glance at the newsman’s disordered toi- let. “ May I order you a closed fly ? ” he added with a twinkle. But the reporter was hard at work scribbling down these scintillations in short hand. “ One must live,” said the Daily M . . . er, look- ing up. “ I do not see the necessity ” retorted the other, straining after originality. “ But ” — a ple…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 32

The Scented Garden

…vented a great deal of copulation which would otherwise take place. There is a great gulf fixed between the ‘ short time ’ and the ‘ all night ’, and that great gulf is filled with Condy’s Fluid ! This applies equally to Sodomy. If the semen is safely bestowed in mouth or anus of the beloved one, the temptation is to begin all over again ; bar the trifle of fatigue, one is in the same position as at first ; its loss between the legs or in the hand rouses a sentiment of dis- gust2 which is fatal to passion. Even the mouth, like the vagina, remai…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 48

The Vision and the Voice

… am, in whom ye are, were ye only alive with the life that abideth in Light.” All this time I have been fading away. I sink. The veil of night comes down a dull blue-gray with one pentagram in the midst of it, watery and dull. And I am to abide there for a while before I come back to the earth. (But shut me the window up, hide me from the sun. Oh, shut the window! *) Now, the pentagram is faded; black crosses fill the Aethyr gradually growing and interlacing, until there is a network. It is all dark now. I am lying exhausted, with the sharp edg…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 231

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ire. He came back to me after putting the gun in a corner. He said, ‘ It’s no good. They’ re too spry. The only chance to get them is at night.” He was hungry too. We rang for some food. Nobody answered the bell..

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1922 · PDF PAGE 258

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… going to watch out... . Peteris back, furious. His pedlar has been pinched. So I came to the rescue. “We'll go out to dinner and make a night of it.” November 6 ' We've arranged for a regular supply ; but the hellish thing is that the stuff doesn’t work any more. We get the insomnia and those things all mght, but we can’t get any fun out of it. We've tried all sorts of dodges. It’s no good. Being with it simply dulls the pain of being without. That’s the best I can say. What are we to do? (There are three more entries in this diary; but they a…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 228

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ame for mosquito curtains. I suppose in so remote a district they had been made of unusually strong poles. I was awakened in the dead of night by the squeal of a dying bat. I remember debating whether I was in fact awake or not, whether the noise, which was horribly persistent, might not be part of a dream evoked by the events of the day. I even called to Rose to resolve my doubts. She did not answer. I lighted the candle. She was not there. My alarm completed my awakening. The bat squealed hideously. I looked up. I could not see any bat. But t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 200

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…rages Here, to compel our murderous hands to smite? ALECTO. What mortal summons? Who his battle wages So strongly as to call the seed of Night? TISIPHONE. Ha! The grim tyrant of despair engages Our deadly anguish with his useless might. HADES. Detested fiends! avaunt ! MEGAERA. He speaks ! ALECYro. He thunders ! TISIPHONE. His lightnings split the living rock. MEGAERA. Hell sunders The livid walls and iron-bound prisons of death. HADEs. Thus ! to your towers and wail ! ALECTO. He speaks ! TISIPHONE. His breath Is cold as ours. HADES. Depart! Du…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 309

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…o now, as we start upon the first visions of P. we find chaos piled on chaos, much struggling and noise, a roaring of wild waters in the night, and then finally, melody, silence and the communication of the mystic books of V.V.V.V.V. 301

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1909 · PDF PAGE 309

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…o now, as we start upon the first visions of P. we find chaos piled on chaos, much struggling and noise, a roaring of wild waters in the night, and then finally, melody, silence and the communication of the mystic books of V.V.V.V.V. 301

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1929 · PDF PAGE 155

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… they would not be shot at. I had another slight attack of fever in the afternoon, but nothing to speak of. We tied up at Sakade for the night. There was no dak bungalow near and one does not sleep in a Burmese village unless necessity compels. And yet By palm and pagoda enchaunted o'ershadowed, I lie in the light Of stars that are bright beyond suns that all poets have vaunted In the deep-breathing amorous bosom of forests of Amazon might, By palm and pagoda enchaunted. By spells that are murmured, and rays of my soul strongly flung, never dau…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 110

The Vision and the Voice

…hou affirm the unity, and bow thyself a thousand and one times. And thou shalt recite thrice the call of the Aethyr. And all day and all night, awake or asleep, shall thy heart be turned as a lotus-flower unto the light. And thy body shall be the temple of the Rosy Cross. Thus shall thy mind be open unto the higher; and then shalt thou be able to conquer the exhaustion, and it may be find the words—for who shall look upon His face and live? Yea, thou tremblest, but from within; because of the holy spirit that is descended into thy heart, and sh…

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