Magick Without Tears

THREE SCHOOLS OF MAGICK (2) 79 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.