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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
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It is a very curious trait. I used to refuse, sometimes under embarrassing pressure, to taste things
whose appearance or whose name displeased me. I would not eat jam, even as a child, because it
looked messy. I must have been nearly forty before I would touch salad. It seems absurd. I was very
bond of lobster mayonnaise; but lobster salad, never! I dislike the combination of consonants. The
word suggests something indefinite. It gives the effect of French poetry, where the absence of
accentuation emasculates the rhythm.
I found myself spiritually at home with Mexicans. The despise industry and commerce. They had
Diaz to do their political thinking for them and damned well he did it. Their hearts are set on bull
fighting, cock fighting, gambling and lechery. Their spirit is brave and buoyant; it had not been
poisoned by hypocrisy and the struggle for life. I hired part of a house overlooking the Alameda, a
magnificent park intended for pleasure and protected from the police. I engaged a young Indian girl
to look after me and settled down to steady work at Magick. I had an introduction to an old man
named Don Jesus Medina, a descendant of the great duke of Armada fame, and one of the highest
chiefs of Scottish
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rite free-masonry. My Cabbalistic knowledge being already profound by current standards, he
thought me worthy of the highest initiation in his power to confer; special powers were obtained in
view of my limited sojourn, and I was pushed rapidly through and admitted to the thirty-third and
last degree before I left the country.
I had also a certain amount of latitude granted by Mathers to initiate suitable people in partibus. I,
therefore, established an entirely new Order of my own, called L.I.L.: the "Lamp of the Invisible
Light". Don Jesus became its first High Priest. In the Order L.I.L., the letters L.P.D. are the
monograms of the mysteries. An explanation of these letter is given by Dumas in the prologue of his
Memoirs of a Physician, and Eliphas Lévi discusses them at some length. I, however, remembered
them directly from my incarnation as Cagliostro. It would be improper to communicate their
significance to the profane, but I may say that the political interpretation given by Dumas is
superficial, and the ethical suggestions of Lévi puerile and perverse; or, more correctly,
intentionally misleading. They conceal a number of magical formulae of minor importance by major
practical value, and the curious should conduct such research as they feel impelled to make in the
light of the Cabbala. Their numerical values, Yetziratic attributions, and the arcana of the Atus of
Tahuti, supply an adequate clue to such intelligences as are enlightened by sympathy and sincerity.
The general idea was to have an ever-burning lamp in a temple furnished with talismans appropriate
to the elemental, planetary and zodiacal forces of nature. Daily invocations were to be performed
with the object of making the light itself a consecrated centre or focus of spiritual energy. This
light would then radiate and automatically enlighten such minds as were ready to receive it.
Even today, the experiment seems to me interesting and the conception sublime. I am rather sorry
that I lost touch with don Jesus; I should like very much to know how it turned out.
I devoted practically my whole time to this and other magical work. I devised a Ritual of Self-
Initiation (see The Equinox, vol. I, no. III, p.269), the essential feature of which is the working up of
spiritual enthusiasm by means of a magical dance. This dance contained the secret gestures of my
grade, combined with the corresponding words. I used to set my will against the tendency to
giddiness and thus postpone as long as possible the final physical intoxication. In this way I lost
consciousness at a moment when I was wholly absorbed in aspiration. Thus, instead of falling into
dull darkness, I emerged into a lucid state, in which I was purged of personality and all sensory or
intellectual impressions. I became the vehicle of the divine forces invoked and so experienced
Godhead. My results were satisfactory so far as they went; but they did not aid my personal
progress very much,
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since I had not formulated an intellectual link between the divine and human consciousness.
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