Magick Without Tears

384 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS asali fardh salat al maghrab Allahu akbar slowly and mournfully, when hardly halfway from the mosque to his house who should he meet but Death! "Peace be with thee!" says Death. "And peace with thee," replied the sage. "But I did not expect to see thee here to-night; I thought you were to meet my friend Isaak, and he's in Baghdad." "It wants an hour yet of the time," says Death briskly; "and he's galloping hither as fast as he can." At least, don't let the Gods have the laugh on you! Hello! Here's the Book of Lies again! What fun. The Smoking Dog Each act of man is the twist and double of an hare. Love and Death are the greyhounds that course him. God bred the hounds and taketh His pleasure in the sport. This is the Comedy of Pan, that man should think he hunteth, while those hounds hunt him. This is the Tragedy of Man, when facing Love and Death he turns to bay. He is no more hare, but boar. There are no other comedies or tragedies. Cease then to be the mockery of God; in savagery oj love and death live thou and die! Thus shall His laughter be thrilled through with Ecstasy. Very good! Now where were we? in the 'blitz'? Oh, yes! No sense in scuffling or slinking or skulking: so one decide! to take no notice so far as practical action is concerned. So, the noise making work rather difficult, one lies down in Shavasana (the "Corpse-Position"-flat on the back, arm! by sides, everything relaxed) or the Templar (Sleep oj Siloam) position, which is that of the Hanged Man in Tarot. One then imagines a bomb dropping first in one place. then in another; one imagines the damage, and what one then has to do to counteract the new dangers-perhaps a wall oj your house has gone, and you must get clear before the rooj