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1929 · PDF PAGE 189

Moonchild

…o small that it would only hold one man of average size. His non-reappearance would not cause surprise; he might have gone out the other way; in fact, he would naturally do so. But in the moment of his finding himself alone, he could, if he knew the secret, press a hidden lever which caused the floor to descend bodily. Arrived below, a corridor with three right-angled turns — this could, incidentally, be flooded at need, in a few moments, — led to the last of the defences, a regular door such as is fitted to a strong room. There was an emergenc…

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1935 · PDF PAGE 10

One Star in Sight

…Thirdly, he must exert his whole power and authority to govern the Members of lower Grades with balanced vigour and initiative in such a way as to allow no dispute or complaint; he

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1905 · PDF PAGE 260

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e. THE UNKNOWN MINSTREL. Count me your children their arithmetic ! Zero, the circle, grows to one, the line: Both limitless in their own way. Proceed.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 124

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… for his comfort moulded, Thy joy and purity his won reward? Sweet blush of blood, pale blossom lightly folded, To thee did he carve his way by right of sword ? Thou who art all delight to all of us, Hast thou no special intimate caress For him whose bloody sweat stood murderous On the writhen brow, the bosom of dis- tress? Ay! for his anguish thou art gain enough— One thought, worth all Earth's fame, and gold, and love! LE BAISER. INFINITE delicacy in great strength Holds the white girl and draws her into love. All her lithe subtlety, her love…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 27

Moonchild

…ybody worked up as to what would happen after "First shot just before Ditton, and missed by half a blade; Jesus washed us off, and went away like the devil! Third were coming up like steam, with Hall behind them, and old T.J. cursing them to blazes from his gee; it was L for leather all up the Long Reach; then, thank goodness, Hall bumped Third just under the Railway Bridge: Cox yelled, and there was Jesus —" But they never heard what happened to the first boat of that excellent college, for Grey suddenly fainted, and they found that he was ble…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 114

Moonchild

… A less other-worldly master of the dark sciences might have bribed the official; but Arthwait's self-importance once again stood in his way. He got in deeper, and in the end it was Gates who offered to be responsible for him, and persuaded the British Consul to use influence for his release. As so many workers of magic have done, from the Yukon and Basutoland to Tonga and Mongolia, Arthwait attributed his defeats to the superior cunning and wickedness of his opponents. Gates himself had varied his pleasures by a much more serious attempt to cr…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 58

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…sabused of its confidence in its own rightness, or even in the possibility of being right. 4. The rationalist, in his shallow fashion, always contends that this training is the abnegation of mental freedom. On the contrary, it is the only way to obtain that freedom. In the same Society the training in obedience is based on a similar principle. The priest has to do what his Superior orders him—perinde ac cadaver. Protestants always represent that this is the most outrageous and indefensible tyranny. 'The poor devil,' they say, 'is bludgeoned int…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 185

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…and thwarted, The quick scent stabbed by the miasma breath. 1 For her history see Wilhelm Meinhold., 2 When Crowley was benighted on the way from Iguala to Mexico City, whither he was riding unattended. The day is over, when the lizard darted, A flash of green, the emerald outclassed ; Night is collapsed upon the vale: departed All but the Close, suggestive of the Vast. The heavy tropic scent-inspiring gloom Clothes the wide air, the circumambient cether. The earth grins open, as it were a tomb, _ And struggling earthquakes gnash their teeth be…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 28

Konx Om Pax

…you are travelling it is all right, and play makes the journey seem short.“ Then we came out into the Third (or Eighth, it depends which way you count them, because there are ten) House, and that was so splendid you can’t imagine. In the first place it was a bright, bright, bright, orange colour, and then it had flashes of light all over it, going so fast we couldn’t see them, and then there was the sound of the sea and one could look through into the deep, and there was the ocean raging beneath one’s feet, and strong dolphins riding on it and cr…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 198

Moonchild

wardrobe where her hairbrush was hanging, and she lost no time in digging for the necessary skylarks. At last the way was clear! The pine-woods on the left; the ant-hills on the right; straight through the surf to the heathery pagoda where the chubby clergyman and the Old Lady had already arrived, and were busy worshipping the Chinese God. Of course! It was Cyril, with Brother Onofrio [279] and Sister Clara all the time — how stupid she had been! But for all that the toads were a nuisance with their eternal chatter and laughter; and they wore t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 94

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…th cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death ; Tears divide our labouring breath That our sister—O our sister ! Speak, Jephthah, speak! What ill has| Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! fallen? Speak ! She must touch the lips of death, [Stlence. After a littl the Chorus of | Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Maidens understand, and break into) Thou art clay. wating, The old men gradually \ Let us fare away, away understand and fill …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 75

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…us up. CHORUS. The heart of a man as the sea Beats hither and thither to find Fase for the limbs long free, Light for the stormy mind, A way for the soul to flee, A charm for the lips to bind ; And the struggle is keen as the strife to be, And the heart is tossed by the thankless wind. ELEAZAR, Nay, for a man’s sure purpose is of Gad. CHORUS. The large pale limbs of the earth are tanned With the sun and the sea and the yellow sand ; And the face of earth is dark with love Of the lords of hell and the spirits above That move in the foggy air of …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 58

Moonchild

…ngenious method of communication, known to science as Planchette. This instrument is probably familiar to you all; it is am inconvenient way of writing, but otherwise exhibits no marked peculiarity. Now that we have accepted 'automatic wrriting' as automatic, there is really no reason why mediums should pretend that a planchette is not under control. "This planchette gave us much invaluable information as to the habits, mode of life, social and other pleasures, of various parties deceased; and added, free of all charge, advice which, followed o…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 149

Moonchild

… tell that they would send for poor old Vesquit, and prepare an operation so formidable that something definite was bound to happen, one way or the other?" "But you failed to deal gently with the young man Gates! " "I know I'm liable to be carried away by a Tarot divination; but he was himself attempting a magical murder. You can't work things except on their own plane. He who taketh the sword shall perish by the sword." "I dare say you're right; but I'm terribly afraid you've scared the game. I wanted to have Douglas and Balloch down here; the…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 4

Mr. Crowley and The Creeds

— 5 — that I end up literally raving. My book is possibly difficult in many ways, but only Mr. Chesterton would have tried to understand it by reading it backward. Repartee apart, it is surely an ascertainable fact that while the first 29 pages are almost exclusively occupied with an attack on Christianity as bitter and violent as I can make it, the remaining 161 are composed of (a) an attack on materialism, (b) an essay in metaphysics opposing advaitism, (c) an attempt to demonstrate the close analogy between the canonical Buddhist doctrine an…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 303

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ion. There is no understanding of Russia. There is nothing but interviews with uninteresting people, whose consciousness does not in any way represent them, or, as we used to say in days of less complicated speech, who do not know what they are talking about. Has he no shame to blot the ’scutcheon of the Pooles—the other scissors-knights of Savile Row? The book is interesting enough to any one who knows Russia even slightly, if only because there is a laugh on every page. Some old poet, I forget his name, remarked: “Some minds improve by travel…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 99

Moonchild

…onstant devotion to the human ideal, hoped to ward off all other types of soul, just as the presence of a pack of wolves would frighten away a lamb; and he further trusted to attract potent forces, who would serve as a kind of lighthouse to his harbour. He imagined his desired Moon-soul, afloat in space, vehemently spurred towards the choir of sympathetic intelligences whom it could hardly fail to perceive, by reason of the intensity of the concentration of the magical forces of the operators upon the human idea. Two days before the beginning o…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 122

Moonchild

…ains, and send it to the person who had dealt out death to that unlucky wizard. On his arrival at Naples, there was no difficulty in the way of the Black Lodge; the authorities were only too glad to return a formal verdict of death by misadventure, and to hand over the corpse to the rejoicing Vesquit. Gates had fortunately left memoranda, a rough diary of the various procedures hitherto adopted; so that Vesquit was not committed to the task of acquiring information from Arthwait, which might easily have occupied a season; and from these notes t…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 157

Moonchild

…es of the circle blazed far into the night, forked swords of scarlet light in everlasting motion, snakes of visible force extended every way to keep the gates of her garden. She saw the forms of Brother Onofrio and his captains, of the same shape as those of Sister Clara and her companions, but blazing with a fierce and indomitable heat, throwing off coruscations into the surrounding blackness. She was reminded of a visit that yonder idle carcass in the cradle had once made to an observatory, where she had been shown the corona of the sun. And …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 31

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternity’s Tremendous gate; beyond the immanent miracle.4 O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermit’s hood I grow the thing I contemplate—that selfless solitude ! THE STORM. Written on the North Atlantic Ocean…

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