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1913 · PDF PAGE 92

The Book of Lies

KE@AAH OA KING’S COLLEGE CHAPEL For mind and body alike there is no purgative like Pranayama, no purgative like Prana- yama. For mind, for body, for mind and body alike— alike!—there is, there is, there is no purga- tive, no purgative like Pranayama—Prana- yama !—Pranayama! yea, for mind and body alike there is no purgative, no purgative, no purgative (for mind and body alike!) no like Pranayama, like Pranayama, like Prana — Prana — Prana — Prana — Pranayama! — Pranayama ! AMEN.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 49

The Book of Lies

KE®AAH AE VENUS OF MILO Life is as ugly and necessary as the female body. Death is as beautiful and necessary as the male body. The soul is beyond male and female as it is beyond Life and Death. Even as the Lingam and the Yoni are but diverse developments of One Organ, so also

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1913 · PDF PAGE 86

The Book of Lies

…moke, as mist at sunset upon the marsh-lands. ‘*And in the midst of the moon-pool of silver Thus the disciples that watched found a dead body kneeling at the altar. Amen!

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1913 · PDF PAGE 28

The Book of Lies

…ghty and erect is this adAocg of my Will. The seed thereof is That which I have borne within me from Eternity; and it is lost within the Body of Our Lady of the Stars. Iam not I; I am but an hollow tube to bring down Fire from Heaven. Mighty and marvellous is this Weakness, this Heaven which draweth me into Her Womb, this Dome which hideth, which absorbeth, Me. This is The Night wherein I am lost, the Love through which I am no longer I.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 31

The Book of Lies

…essence; it is more He than all that he calls He, In the silence of a dewdrop is every tendency of his soul, and of his mind, and of his body; it is the Quintessence and the Elixir of his being. Therein are the forces that made him and his father and his father’s father before him. This is the Dew of Immortality. Let this go free, even as It will; thou art not its master, but the vehicle of It.

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