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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
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3. This Trinity is transcended by an impersonal Unity. This is then annihilated by the Opening of the
Eye of Shiva. It is absolutely futile to discuss this; it has been tried and failed again and again. Even
those with experience of the earlier part of the "vision" in its fullness must find it totally impossible
to imagine anything so subversive of the whole base, not only of the ego, but of the absolute behind
the ego.
The very next day the enemy struck home below the belt, as described in the previous chapter. The
blow could not shake my soul. For over three weeks I bore the stigmata of my Operation physically.
I visibly radiated light. People used to turn in the street to look at me; they did not know what it
was, but the impression must have been irresistible.
No sooner had this worn off than the enemy struck again at my health. I was obliged to put myself
once more in the doctor's hands and go to Bournemouth. I was now thoroughly prepared to take up
my Work of initiating mankind, but I was still determined to do it on the old lines.
I had no books of reference at Bournemouth, and it struck me that it would be very convenient if I
possessed a volume giving all the correspondences of the Cabbala in a compact form. I spent a week
in writing this down from memory and the result is Liber 777. (It is to be noticed that there is no
reference to the Cairo working anywhere in this book.)
In the month of December the Secret Chiefs formally invited me, thorough G.R. Frater D.D.S., to
take my place officially in the Third Order. I still felt that I was not worthy. Not till three years
later did I accept the grade, and then only after having passed ceremonially through the Abyss in
the fullest possible measure.
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The years 1907 and 1908 may be described as years of fulfilment. No new current came to stir my
life; but the seeds which had been sown in the past came many of them to harvest. I had come to
my full stature as a poet. My technique was perfect; it had shaken off from its sandals the last dust
which they had acquired by walking in the ways of earlier masters. I produced lyric and dramatic
poetry which shows an astounding mastery of rhythm and rime, a varied power of expression which
has no equal in the history of the language, and an intensity of idea which eats into the soul of the
reader like vitriol.
I should have been assigned publicly my proper place among my peers of the past without difficulty
had it not been of one fatal fact. My point of view is so original, my thoughts so profound, and my
allusions so recondite, that superficial readers, carried away by the sheer music of the words, found
themselves, so to speak, intoxicated and unable to penetrate to the pith. People did not realize
that my sonorous similes possessed a subtle sense intelligible only to those whose minds were
familiar with the subject. It is, in fact, necessary to study almost any poem of mine like a
palimpsest. The slightest phrase is essential; each one must be interpreted individually, and the
poem read again until its personality presents itself. People who like my poetry, bar those who are
simply tickled by the sound or what they imagine to be the sense, agree that it spoils them for any
other poetry.
For instance, if I mention a beetle I expect the reader to understand an allusion to the sun at
midnight in its moral sense of Light-in-Darkness; if a pelican, to the legend that she pierces her own
breast to feed her young on her heart's bleed; if a goat, to the entire symbolism of Capricornus, the
god Pan, Satan or Jesus (Jesus being born at the winter solstice, when the sun enters Capricorn); if
a pearl, to the correspondences of that stone as a precious and glittering secretion of the oyster, by
which I mean that invertebrate animal life of man, the Nephesch.
It must not be supposed that I am obscure on purpose. I have thought in the language of
correspondences continuously, and it never occurs to me that other people have not at their fingers'
ends the whole rosary of symbols.
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