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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
Confessions of Aleister Crowley (1929), PDF p. 150
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In course of time I arrived at Madras, which is sleepy, sticky and provincial. On one of my steamship
journeys I had met a delightful man named harry Lambe, who had invited me to come and stay with
him in Calcutta. It fitted in ideally and I booked my passage by the steamer Dupleix. It would have
been more natural to go by train; but part of my plan in wandering about the world was to put
myself in unpleasant situations on purpose, provided that they were new. This small French boat
offered an adventure.
A storm was raging; the Dupleix was some days late, and when she arrived, it was too rough for her
to come into the harbour. I had to row out to her in an open boat. I had dismissed my servant and
was the only passenger from shore. I note the fact as showing that I had in a sense broken with the
past; the point will appear in a few paragraphs.
The voyage was atrocious; the ship stank of oil, partly from the engines, partly from the cooking
and partly from the crew. The storm continued unabated. We passed close to the lightship off the
mouth of the Hooghly in thick sea fog; the people on the lightship are often five weeks or more
without being able to communicate with the rest of the world. But we got a pilot on board somehow
and once in the river itself the weather cleared.
The Hooghly is reputed the most difficult and dangerous navigation in the world and its pilots are
the best paid men afloat. Ours allowed me to spend part of the time with him on the bridge and put
me up to the ropes. The sandbanks are constantly shifting; even the shores alter from day to day;
the river suddenly chops off a large chunk of corner or throws up a false bank. A large staff of men
is therefore constantly engaged in sounding for the channel and putting up new signposts on the
banks. The chart of the river has to be revised every day. Even so, the channel is narrow and
tortuous. The course of the ship reminded me of the most elaborate Continental figureskating.
Lambe was at the wharf to meet me and drove me off to his house, a large building in a compound,
as gardens surrounded by a wall are called in India. It was a colony of four men, with one of whom,
Edward Thornton, I soon struck up an intimacy based on implicit sympathy in the matter of
philosophical speculation.
Before I had been in the house three days, a curious incident occurred. I am always absent-minded.
A current of thought flows through the back of
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my brain quite independent of what I am consciously doing. I might even say that the above
statement is incorrect. Most of the time I am more conscious of what I am thinking than of what I
am saying and doing. Now there was an animated conversation at dinner about the absurdity of the
native mind; the curious ideas that they got into their heads; and I "awoke" to hear someone say, as
an illustration of this thesis, that the servants of the house were very excited by my arrival because
I had penetrated into the temple at Madura and sacrificed a goat. I had said nothing to my friends
about my interest in Magick and religion, and they were much astonished when I told them that
their servants were right. I explained how I had cut communications at Madras and wanted to know
how the servants could possibly have found out the facts.
This let to conversation about the "native telegraph". It is an established fact that the bazaars get
accurate information of events ahead of electricity. Mouth-to-mouth communication does not
explain it. For instance, the death of an officer in a frontier skirmish in some place isolated from
India by long stretches of uninhabited country has been reported in Bombay before the field
telegraph has transmitted the news.
But I was already sufficiently advanced in practical Magick to understand how this could be done.
On one occasion I wanted to prepare a ritual which involved the use of certain words which I did not
know. I travelled in my astral body to see a brother of the Order whom I knew to be in possession of
the required information, eight thousand miles and more away, and obtained it at once.
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