Magick Without Tears

460 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS varieth ever, according to the subtlety of him that made it. 56. And Adonai said: The strong brown reaper swept his swathe and rejoiced. The wise man counted his muscles and pondered, and understood not, and was sad. Reap thou and rejoice! 57. Then was the adept glad, and lifted his arm. La! an earthquake, and plague, and terror on the earth! A casting down of them that sat in high places; a famine upon the multitude! 58. And the grape fell ripe and rich into his mouth. 59. Stained is the purple of thy mouth, 0 brilliant one with the white glory of the lips of Adonai. 60. The foam of the grape is like the storm upon the sea; the ships tremble and shudder; the shipmaster is afraid. 61. That is thy drunkenness, 0 holy one, and the winds whirl away the soul of the scribe into the happy haven. 62. 0 Lord God! Let the haven be cast down by the fury of the storm! Let the foam of the grape tincture my soul with thy light! Yes, I dare say. But is there not here a sort of moral oxymoron? Are not the Masters pursuing two diametrically opposed policies at the same time? Genius-or Initiation, which implies the liberation and development of the genius latent in us all (is not one of the names of the "Holy Guardian Angel" the Genius?)-is practically the monopoly of the "crazy adventurer," as the official mind will most certainly rate him. Then why do not the Masters oppose all forms of organization tooth-and-nail? It depends, surely, on the stage which a society has reached on its fall to the servile state. Civilization of course, implies organization up to a certain point. The freedom of any function is built upon system; and so long as Law and