THREE SCHOOLS OF MAGICK (2) 
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11. Yet I worshipped her, and gave her of the flower of 
my youth. 
12. Also it came to pass that thereby she sickened and 
corrupted before me. Almost I cast myself into the 
stream. 
13. Then at the end appointed her body was whiter than 
the milk of the stars, and her lips red and warm as 
the sunset, and her life of a white heat like the heat 
of the midmost sun. 
14. Then rose she up from abyss of Ages of Sleep, and 
her body embraced me. Altogether I melted in her 
beauty and was glad. 
15. The river also became the river of Amrit, and the 
little boat was the chariot of the fles,h, and the sails 
thereof the blood of the heart that beareth me, that 
beareth me. 
(Liber LXV, Cap. II) 
We find even in profane literature this doctrine of the White 
School of Magick: 
Oh Buddha! couldst thou nowhere rest 
A pivot for the universe? 
Must all things be alike confessed 
Mere changes rung upon a curse? 
I swear by all the bliss of blue 
My Phryne with her powder on 
Is just as false-and just as true-
As your disgusting skeleton. 
Each to his taste: if you prefer 
This loathly brooding on Decay; 
I call it Growth, and lovelier 
Than all the glamours of the dlJy. 
You would not dlJlly with Doreen 
Because her fairness was to fade.