Thelema ScholarTHE ALEISTER CROWLEY COLLECTION
FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION

Search the corpus.

Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.

2,222 matching pages

Page 98 of 112
1907 · PDF PAGE 37

Konx Om Pax

…headlong from the flaming and scintillating Star of Fire that blazed and blazed in the candescent dome, and everything went red before my eyes, and a great flame like a strong wind blew through the House with a noise louder than any thunder could possibly be, so that I couldn’t hold myself hardly, and I took up the sharp knives of the machines and cut myself all over, and the noise got louder and louder, and the flame burnt through and through me, so that I was very glad when my Prince said: “You wouldn’t think it, would you, sweetheart? But there…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 127

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…he riven rim, Lost beyond hope; and she, her sighs up- swell, And sorrow shakes her: shame’s oblivious hell Burns round her body: in her eyes there swim Tears of deep joy, deep anguish ; love’s first hymn Is choral in her ear’s young miracle. She knows the utmost now; what waters white She held from heaven’s crystal fountains ; flight Of what celestial birds struck down :—Ah me! What god or demigod hath struck remorse Into that close-crouched, cold, and desolate corse, Wailing her violate virginity? LA TENTATION DE SAINT- ANTOINE. In mystic dol…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 34

Konx Om Pax

…tle room, and there was my Fairy Prince standing in the middle. 50 I knelt down and we all kissed his beautiful feet, and the myriads of eyes like diamonds that were hidden in his feet laughed joy at us. One couldn’t lift one’s head, for he was too glorious to behold; but he spoke wonderful words like dying nightingales that have sorrowed for the fading of the roses, and pressed themselves to death upon the thorns; and one’s whole body became a single eye, 50 that one saw as if the unborn thought of light Qflvngé. brooded over an eternal sea. T…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 326

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… to thy Bride's desire, ....Call me and claim me and control! I pray thee keep the holy tryst. Within this ring of Amethyst. For on mine eyes the golden Sun ....Hath dawned; my vigil slew the Night. I saw the image of the One: ....I came from darkness into Light. I pray Thee keep the holy tryst Within this ring of Amethyst. I.N.R.I. --- me crucified, ....Me slain, interred, arisen, inspire! T.A.R.O. --- me glorified,

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 168

Moonchild

…evolt against the crime. But even as she made her gesture of repulsion, Douglas leapt to his feet, with the light of hell burning in his eyes. "I have it!" he shouted, "get to your straw, you stinking slut. And you may thank your stars that as you can't be ornamental, you're going to be useful." It was dawn before Douglas turned into bed, for his great idea brought with it a flood of imagination, and a million problems of detail. The servant girl was already half dressed for the day's work; and he made her fetch him a final whisky before he sle…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 180

Moonchild

…s, know how infernally easy was her task. Many's the woman who, with her pocket handkerchief to her face, and the tears pouring from her eyes, has confessed all to the specialist, and begged him to break her of the whisky habit, the while she absorbed a pint or so of the said whisky under cover of the said pocket handkerchief. Iliel simply noted the states of mind which they thought favourable, and simulated them. Peaceful absorption in nature, particularly in the moon when she was shining, pleased them; and she cultivated these states, knowing…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 224

Moonchild

…d, very much alive, despite the irregularity of her entrance. No ordinary child, either. She was a beautifully made baby, with deep blue eyes; and she was born with four teeth, and with hair six inches long, so fair as to be silvery white. Like a tattoo-mark, just over the heart, was a faint blue crescent. Lisa recovered rapidly from her illness, but not too quickly for the amorous Turk; though he was surprised and annoyed to find that she had recovered her early grace and activity. The fat had gone from her in the three weeks of illness; and w…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 198

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…erefore, O most beautiful and mild Sweet mother! art the girl beloved again Of Hades mighty on the Nysian plain. And therefore are thine eyes with sorrow dim For me, and thy word powerful with Him. PERSEPHONE, Ah me! no fruit for guerdon, Who bore the blossom’s burden ; There shines no sunlight toward Persephone. Ravished, O iron-eyed ! From my young sisters’ side, Torn and dragged down below the sundered sea, No joy is mine in all thy bed, And all thy sorrow shaken on my head. Cursed above gods be thou Whose blind unruffled brow Rules the grim…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 154

Moonchild

… Iff might have thought that things were being overdone. For she had become extremely fat; her skin was of a white and heavy pallor; her eyes were almost closed by their perpetual droop. Her habit of life had become infinitely sensuous and languid; when she rose from recumbency she lolled rather than walked; her lassitude was such that she hardly cared to feed herself; yet she managed to consume five or [218] six times a normal dietary. She seemed always half asleep. A cradle, shaped like a canoe had

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 200

Moonchild

…ch vision can be, and yet how wrong! Watch my hand!" He suddenly raised his right hand. With the other he held a book between it and her eyes. "I can't see it!" she cried petulantly. "Look at its shadow on the wall!" "It's the head of the devil!" "Yet I am only making the gesture of benediction." He lowered the book. She recognized at once the correctness of his statement. [283]

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1905 · PDF PAGE 174

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… Points out the road! Hail, O propitious sight ! See! the black gibbet and the murderer swinging! Come, child of wonder and the innocent eyes ! Come where the toad his stealthy way is taking. Flaps the bat’s wing upon thy cheek? How wise, How wicked are those faces! And the skies Are muffled, and the firmament is quaking. Spectres of cats misshapen nestle close, And rub their phantom sides against our dresses. Come, child of wonder! in these souls morose Keen joys may shudder—how the daylight goes !— Night shall betray thee to the cold caresses…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1905 · PDF PAGE 205

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… dung That lived and stung ; That spoke: no word that living head may hear ! Stagnant, the 1 Rev. i. 18. Even as a veil imaging Beauty’s eyes Behind, lifted, lets flash the maiden face ; So that dead putrefying sea supphes A veil to the unfathomable Place. Behind it grew a form, Wrapped in its own dire storm, Dark fires of horror about it and within, A changing, dreadful Shape: Now a distorted ape ; Now an impending vampire, vast and lean ; Last, a dark woman pressed The world unto her breast, Soothed and caressed With evil words and kisses of …

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 121

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ful fingers, may let loose This answer: Thus a kiss I brought to being Which by no other way were possible. Measure, O man! Balance with eyes true- seeing If I were right or no to have made Hell ! Then would He stand forgiven — nay ! acquitted ! I, as I look on this tight coil of bliss,

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 172

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…pace Between twin rocks confined, Carven like Gods for poise and grace, Like miracles for mind: K’ach fashioned like a kissing face, The eyes for joy being blind. The waters widened in a pool, Broad mirror of blue light. The surface was as still and cvol As the broad-breasted night. Engraven of no mortal tool, The granite glistened white. As if to shield from mortal gaze A nymph’s immortal limbs, The shadow of the buttress stays And dips its head and swims, While moss engirdles it with grays And greens that dew bedims. Now, at the last, the wes…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1929 · PDF PAGE 198

Moonchild

…g up those cruel meshes, she beheld the spider itself, with its six legs. Its head and body formed one black sphere, covered with moving eyes that darted rays of darkness in every direction, and mouths that sucked up its prey without remorse or cessation, and cast it out once more in the form of fresh strands of that vibrating web. [280] Iliel shuddered with the horror of the vision; it was to her a dread unspeakable, yet she was hypnotized and helpless. She felt in herself that one day she too must become the prey of that most dire and demonia…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1905 · PDF PAGE 36

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…lame Burning in dawny groves; thy name Like dew upon the hills became, And all thy mind a star most bright ; And, following with wakeful eyes The strait meridian of the wise, My feet tread under stars and skies3 My spirit soars and seeks and flies, a child of light. Thus cager, may my purpose stand Firm as the faith of honest hand, Nor change like castles built of sand Unuil the sweet unchanging end. Happy not only that my eye Single and strong may win the sky, But that one day the birds that fly Heard your fair friendship call me by the name o…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1905 · PDF PAGE 94

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…den bosoms, bared Gloomy state, and glamour dark, To the dying vesper rays, Swooping jewel-feathered wings, Where the sun below the bays Eyes translucent with a spark Of the West is stooping ; Of the world of fire, that swings All our hearts together drooping, Gates of adamant below Flowers the ocean bears. Lofty minarets of snow. All the garb that gladness wears Thence the towering flames arise,

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1905 · PDF PAGE 155

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…n of the hurricane ! | Lest the sword of fire destroy, lest the ways of death be plain ! So depart, and so be wise, Lest your perishable eyes Look upon the formless fire, see the maiden sacrifice ! So depart, and secret flame Burn upon the stone of shame, That the holy ones may hear music of the sleepless Name ! Now the sacred and obscene Kiss, the pure and the unclean Mingle in the incense steaming up before the goddess queen. Holy, holy, holy spouse Of the sun-engirdled house, With the secret symbol burning on thy mul- tiscient brows ! Hear, …

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1906 · PDF PAGE 82

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… of psalter, Whose love is merged and molten into thee, Not incense sweeter be by shrine or altar For youandme.......... But like dove’s eyes where glamour lies a-dwelling, Like sweet well-water rising in the well, Strong steep black currents thrust up, flooding, welling, Into the moonlight, swift, adorable,— So kisses cluster, so our bosoms swelling Abide and dwell... ....... Yet the twin faces, like Madonnas, meeting, Fear and draw back and gaze a little space ; Fear, lest they lose the moonlight frail and fleeting, Lose their own beauty in t…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 217

Collected Works (Vol. III)

LIBER QUARTUS VEL MORTIS 231 Idalian Aphrodite, strong as fair, Strong not to loosen Godhead’s crown by deed To blind eyes not a God’s Life, Apollo in his splendour, whom I praise Most, being his, and this song his, and his All my desire and all my life, and all My love, albeit he hath forsaken me. These are One God in many: praise ye Him ! : and praise pure AGAVE, We praise indeed who made the choral world And stars the greatest, and all these the least Flowers at our feet: but also we may praise This Dionysus, lord of life and joy, In whom we…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →