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1943 · PDF PAGE 4

The Oriflamme, Vol. I, No. I

…so is not in battle, or forging our weapons, or encouraging his fellows against the Axis, is not a Thelemite. A Thelemite who does these things will do them exceedingly well, for he knows the principles for which he fights. And whosoever does these things is welcome in our Camp, for he fights in a good cause. I height Don Quixote, I live on peyote, marihuana, morphine and cocaine. I never knew sadness but only a madness that burns at the heart and the brain. I see each charwoman ecstatic, inhuman, angelic, demonic, divine, Each wagon a dragon, …

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1943 · PDF PAGE 5

The Oriflamme, Vol. I, No. I

… you with their secret goodness. And these four are Light, Life, Love and Liberty. By Light shall ye look upon yourselves and behold All Things that are in Truth One Thing only, whose name hath been called No Thing for a cause which later shall be declared unto you. But the substance of Light is Life, since without Existence and Energy it were naught. By Life therefore are you made yourselves, eternal and incorruptible, flaming forth as suns, self-created and self-supported, each the sole center of the Universe. Now as by Light ye behold, by Lo…

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1943 · PDF PAGE 2

The Oriflamme, Vol. I, No. I

…ndures, The holy heaven of will! I kindle a flame like a torrent To rush from star to star; Your hair as a comet's horrent, Ye shall see things as they are! I lift the mask of matter; I open the heart of man; For I am of force to shatter The cast that hideth—Pan! Your loves shall lap up slaughter, And dabbled with roses of blood, Each desperate darling daughter Shall swim in the fervid flood I bring you laughter and tears The kisses that foam and bleed, The joys of a million years, The flowers that bear no seed. My life is bitter and sterile, I…

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