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1910 · PDF PAGE 214

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX You were mine, O my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though I fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke! By the mystical union Of fairy and faun, Unspoken, unbroken— The dusk to the dawn!— A secret communion Unmeasured, unsung, The listless, resistless, Tumultuous tongue!— O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling, In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! No Godhead could charm her, But manhood awoke— O fiery Valkyrie, I i…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 461

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…he wits of Palamedes float In ecstasy of shame and rage. “O Thou!” exclaims the baffled sage; “ How should I match Thee? Yet, I will so, Though Doomisday devour the Age. Weeping, and beating on his breast, Gnashing his teeth, he still confessed The might of the dread oath that bound him: He would not yet give up the quest. “Nay! while I am,” quoth he, “ though Hell Engulph me, though God mock me well, I follow as I sware; I follow, Though it be unattainable. Nay, more! Because I may not win, Is’t worth man’s work to enter in! The Infinite with …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 455

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…od knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware That, lackeyed by the devil-king, The Beast—the Questing Beast—is there| So though his heart beats close with fear, Though horror grips his throat, he goes, Goes on to meet it, spear to spear, ; As good knight should, to face his foes. Nay! but the end is come. Black earth Belches that peerless Paladin Up from her gulphs—untimely birth! —Her hor…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 469

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… no shape, no voice had it Wherewith to daunt the eye or ear; Yet all the horror of the pit Clad it with all the arms of fear. Moreover, though he sought to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon sh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 386

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

10 THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD But day by day the foes increase, Though day by day their thousands fall: Laughs the unshaken fortalice ; The good knights laugh no more at all. Grimmer than heathen hordes can scowl, The spectre hunger rages there; He passes like a midnight owl, Hooting his heraldry, despair. The knights and squires of Palamede Stalk pale and lean through court and hall; Though sharp and swift the archers speed Their yardlong arrows from the wall. Their numbers thin; their strength decays; Their fate is written plain to read. These …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 286

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… opens to the wretch unless he prises it open with his knife; ordinarily its hinges turn lingeringly. Towards the last let him struggle, though a nightmare torpor petrify his limbs—though on either side of the road be a phalanx of monstrous Afreets with drawn swords of flame— though demon cries peal before him, and unimaginable houris beckon him back—over thorns, through furnaces, but into —Life! To the first restaurant at hand we hastened. Passing in, I called for that only material relief which I have ever found for these spiritual sufferings…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…great temple of Self- Control. Working upon Eastern lines he had laid stone upon stone, and yet when the work was completed, magnificent though it was, there was no God yet found to indwell it. It was indeed but an empty house. Though we have now arrived at this turning point, it will be necessary before we review the contents of this chapter to narrate the events from the present date—March 1902, down to the 11th of August 1903; when, by the chance (destined) meeting with Ouarda the Seer, he was eventually enabled to set in motion the great po…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 106

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX drinking it he will fill his whole body with life, and “even though he is bitten by the serpent Takshaka, the poison does not spread throughout his body.”* Further the “Hatha Yoga Pradipika” informs us that: “When one has closed the hole at the root of the palate... his seminal fluid is not emitted even though he is embraced by a young and passionate woman.” Now this gives us the Key to the whole of this lunar symbolism, and we find that the Soma-juice of the Moon, dew, nectar, semen and vital force are but various names for one and…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 202

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…Once the mind has conquered these, a fresh difficulty arises, the danger of not being strong enough to overcome the occult powers which, though the reward of our toils, are liable, like the Queen in her bedchamber, to seduce the Con- queror in spite of his having conquered the King her husband, and secretly slay him as he sleeps in her arms. These are the powers known in the West as the Miraculous Powers, in the East as Siddhis. The mind is now a blank, the senses have been subdued, the subconscious thoughts slain; it stretches before us like s…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 144

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX and produce emotions of an almost equal intensity though perhaps of an opposite character to those of his opponents. Yet nevertheless, for a space, the unbending Rationalism of his System prevailed and crushed down the Emotions of his followers, those Emotions which had found so rich and fertile a soil in the decaying philosophy of the old Vedanta. The statement in the Dhammapada that: “ All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts:” * is as equally true of the V…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 206

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… “When the mind of the Yogi is absorbed in the Great God,{ then the fulness of Samadhi t is attained, then the Yogi gets steadfastness.§ Though Frater P. had not attained to this Steadfastness, he had won a decisive victory over the lower states of Dhyana as far back as October 1901, which shows that though he was still distant he was by degrees nearing a state in which he would find no more Worlds to Conquer. However, up to this point, there are several results to record, which are of extreme importance to the beginner, in so much that some of…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 419

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…e his archer skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43

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1910 · PDF PAGE 489

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ste the Goodly Gift of Grace. —Now ’tis the chronicler that saith: Our Saviour grant in little space That also I, even I, be blest Thus, though so evil is my case— Let them that read my rime attest The same sweet unction in my pen— That writes in pure blood of my breast; For that I figure unto men The story of my proper quest As thine, first Eastern in the West, Sir Palamede the Saracen !

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The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…f the above doctrine might have been extracted from almost any of the Upanishads. But there is a difference, and the difference is this. Though the Vedantist realized that Ignor- ance (Avidy4) was the foundation of all Sorrow, and that all, possessing the essence of Change, was but illusion or Maya, a matter of name and form;* Buddha now pointed out that the true path of deliverance was through the Reason (Ruach) and not through the senses (Nephesh), as many of the Upanishads would give one to believe. Further, this was the path that Gotama had…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 150

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX is non-existent. Each man is, as it were, a thought in an universal brain, each thought jarring against the next and prolonging the dream. As each individual thought dies it enters Nibbana and ceases to be, and eventually when all thoughts die the dream passes and Nibbana wakes.* This bad dream seems to be caused by a separateness of Subject and Object which means Sorrow; when sleep vanishes this separateness vanishes with it, things assume their correct proportion and may be equated to a state of bliss or Non- Sorrow. Thus we find …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 389

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Though one by one the heroes fall, Their desperate way they slowly win, And knightly cry and comrade-call Rise high above the savage din. Now, now they land, a dwindling crew ; Now, now fresh armies hem them round. They cleave their blood-bought avenue, And cluster on the upper ground. Ah! but dawn’s dreadful front uprears ! The tall towers blaze, to illume the fight; While many a myriad heathen spears March northward at the earliest light. Falls thy last comrade at thy feet, O lordly-souled Sir Palamede? Teari…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 349

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… STICK of novelists; one feels throughout that his occultism is the result of study and not of experience. That is why I say exoteric. Although the style of the book is comparatively undistinguished, and some- times lapses into actual slovenliness, Mr. Brodie-Innes frequently attains beauty, and beauty of a positive and original kind. Some of his sea-pictures are quite fine. But the magic of style that renders Arthur Machen so marvellous is lack- ing. “Old as the World” is always interesting; it is never enthralling. “Old as the World” is much …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 51

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ment. I have forged a whirling Star: I seek Asar. O Nepti, sister! Arise in the dusk From thy chamber of mystery and musk! Come with me, though weary the way, To bring back his life to the rended clay! See! are not these the hands that wove Delight, and these the arms that strove With me? And these the feet, the thighs That were lovely in mine eyes? Lo! I lament. I gather in my car Thine head, Asar. 39

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1910 · PDF PAGE 482

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…s head upon) The devastating avalanche? He knows too much, and cares too little! His wound is more than Death can staunch. He can avoid, though by one tittle, Thy surest shaft! And now the knight, Breasting the crags, may laugh and whittle Away the demon-club whose might Threatened him. Now he leaves the spur; And eager, with a boy’s delight,

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1910 · PDF PAGE 36

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… C. T. SCHOFIELD, M.D. W. Rider and Sons. ts. net. There is a deal of sound sense in this little manual. The author castigates faddists, though to my mind not severely enough. However, I suppose that in this mealy-mouthed age the truth is not printable. It is a little amusing, though, to see how he tries to make his commonsense fit into his Christianity. It is the Puritan theory that theological sin, which means everything you like, is bad for you, that is responsible, according to statistics, for 79°403% of all the misery in England. I suppose…

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