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Magick Without Tears
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MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS
experiments in a somewhat different form. The success was
much greater; but though I could move her, and even any
objects which she was touching, I could make no impression
on inanimate objects at a distance from her. The behaviour of
her dogs, and of her cat, was very curious and interesting .
Strangest of all, there appeared those "kinks in Time" whi<;;h
profane science is just beginning to discuss. Example: on one
occasion our records of an "interview" agreed with quite
extraordinary precision; but, on comparing notes, it was
found that owing to some stupid miscalculation of mine, it
was all over in Hong Kong some hours before I had started
from Honolulu! Again, don't ask me why, or how, or
anything!
In the summer of 1910 e.v. I was living at 125 Victoria
Street , in a studio converted into a Temple by means of a
Circle, an Altar and the rest. West of the Altar was a big
fireplace with a fender settee; the East wall was covered with
bookshelves. Enter the late Theodor Reuss, O.H.O. and
Frater Superior of the O.T.O. He wanted me to join that
Order. I recommended him, in politer language, to repeat the
Novocastrian Experiment. Undeterred, he insisted: "But you
must."
(Now we go back, or forward, I know not which, to a
night when I found myself stranded in London. I asked
hospitality of a stranger; it was readily afforded. Some hours
later my hostess fell asleep; I could not do so; something was
nagging me. I suddenly took my notebook, and wrote a
certain passage in a certain book, since published .)
"Must, my foot!" He persisted: "You have published the
secret of the nth degree of O.T.O., and you must take the
corresponding oaths." "I have done nothing of the sort. I
don't know the secret. I don't want to know it. I don't . . . "
He interrupted me; he strode across the room; he plucked a
book from the shelves; he opened it; he thrust it under my
nose; he pointed out a passage with a minatory index. I began
to stammer. "Yes, I wrote that. I don't know what it means;
I don't like it; I only put it in because it was written in rather
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