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1907 · PDF PAGE 16

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…r lose If through the quartz he gets to gold ? Yes: Nina was a thing of nought, A little laughing lewd gamine, Idle and vicious, void of thought, Easy, impertinent, unclean— Utterly charming! Yes, my queen! She had a generous baby soul, Prattled of love. Should I control, Repress perhaps the best instinct The child had ever had? I winked At foolish neighbours, did not shrink. Such café Turc I made her drink As she had never had before 3 Set her where you are sitting ; chatted ; Found where the fires of laughter lurk; Played with her hair, tangl…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 30

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… knitten, SCENE II.! SIR PERCY PERCIVALE (02 a@ mountain summit). No higher? No higher? All hell is my portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortion. This is the summit ? Attained is the height. Down like a plummet To blackness and night Hope goes. Not here, Not here is Desire, The ease from fear, The ice from fire. Not here—O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. T…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 311

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…er Crowley, an individual independent of the communion of cosmic consciousness, but merely one manifestation of the Universal Mind whose thought must be sterile unless sown broadcast to blossom and bear fruit in every acre of God's vineyard. {505} P A R T F O U R MAGICAL WORKINGS 58 November 18th, 1905 was my seventh birthday in the Order, I wrote: "About now I may count my Speculative Criticism of the Reason as not only proved and understood, but realized." And on the ninteenth: "The misery of this is simply sickening --- I can write no more."…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 163

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…the altar, yet I waited, but presently I arose and stood at the altar, and I felt “I am that I am”; but there seemed not much joy in the thought, and yet, I knew that I had done all, even the least thing, to the best of mine under- standing and ability . . . And it began to dawn upon me that I had failed, but where and how, I know not. I have been dazzled with no illusionary success, I have overcome the fear of failure, and now, even as a tired warrior, I will go back into the world—and STRIVE. The Next day. Chaos. Reason is quite inadequate to…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 271

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ered scandalous for a woman to appear on the stage. I respected this convention and replaced the name of Tenguft by a male name, which I thought euphonious and suitable to my scheme of time and scansion.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 10

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…the answering Star. IX. WILL you not come: the unequal fever Of Paris hold our lives for ever? Were it not better to exceed The avenging thought, the unmeaning deed, Make one strong act at least? How small, How idiot our lives! These folk That think they live—which dares at all To act? The suicide that broke His chain, and lies so waxen pale In the Morgue to-day? Did he then fail? Ay, he was beaten. But to live, Slink on through what the world can give,

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1905 · PDF PAGE 118

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…, Wine tasteless, tired the brain, and cold the breast ! Ah! but if with it is one good deed wrought, One kind word spoken, one immortal thought Born in thee, all is paid; the weary strife Grows victory. ‘‘ Love is all and Death is nought.” Such an one wrote that word! as I would meet, Lay my life’s burden at his silver feet, Have him give ear if I say ‘‘ Master.” Yea! I know no heaven, no honour, half so sweet ! Ife passed before me on the wheel of Time, He who knows no Time—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all lo…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 21

The Book of Thoth

…postulate the Ain Soph Aur—”Limitless Light”. By this they seem to have meant very much what the late Victorian men of science meant, or thought that they meant, by the Lumi‐ niferous Ether. (The Space‐Time Continuum?) All this is evidently without form and void; these are abstract conditions, not positive ideas. The next step must be the idea of Position. One must formulate this thesis: If there is anything except Nothing, it must exist within this Boundless Light; within this Space; within this inconceivable Nothingness, which cannot exist as…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 43

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…ttle difficult to distinguish between it and Samadhi. I wrote in Part I., Book IV.— 'These Dhyanic conditions contradict those of normal thought, but in Samadhi they are very much more marked than in Dhyana. And while in the latter it seems like a simple union of two things, in the former it appears as if all things rush together and unite. One might say this, that in Dhyana there was still this quality latent, that the one existing was opposed to the many non-existing; in Samadhi the many and the one are

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1919 · PDF PAGE 308

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…e general effect is that a perusal leaves one with the feeling of having been at home; that is to say, on the planes of pure and exalted thought. We cannot say that Mr. Bragdon is in any sense an original thinker, as Hinton was, but he has done something to extend and pop- ularize Hinton’s ideas. Some of the analogies in this book are very illuminating. Unfortunately, as it appears to us, Mr. Bragdon is tied up with theosophical dog- mas. He talks about the ‘new freedom,’ and bases his whole argument on the idea that the material world is a sha…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 59

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…may know he is the Lord. Then, with that sharp division, Did He divide our wit sublime? Our knowledge bring to nought? We had no need of thought. We brought His malice in derision. So thine eternal petals shall enclose Me, O most wonderful lady of delight, Immaculate, indivisible circle of night, Inviolate, invulnerable Rose ! g. The sound of my own voice carries me on. I am as a ship whose anchors are all gone, Whose rudder is held by Love the indomi- table— Purposeful helmsman! Hell, Who should be fool enough to care2? Suppose Hel?s waters wa…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 167

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…s identified with what he invokes, of necessity. VOL. ITT. Therefore in memory only is there life, And in sweet shapes of art : The same thought for the ointment and the knife— Oh lightning! blast the image of my wife Out of my mind and heart! How can one hour dissolve a year’s delight ? One arrow striking the full eagle-flight lDrop him so swift, giving no time to die, No dusk to herald and delay the night? «AV serpent stung her sleeping: if the abyss Know any cell more dolorous than this, Were there a sharper tooth to destiny Than this that s…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 11

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…o speak of union with the All or with the Absolute. More superstitions! (15) Very well, then, there is no difficulty at all; since every thought in our being, every cell in our bodies, every electron and proton of our atoms, is nothing but Yoga and the result of Yoga. All we have to do to

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1907 · PDF PAGE 223

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…eus I do not lament : Her days were a span, and demented ; His days are for aye, and content. Mere love is as nought To the love that is Thought, And idea is more than event. O lovers! O poets! O masters Of me, ye may ravish my frown ! Aloof from my shocks and disasters ! Impatient to kiss me, and crown ! I am eager to yield. In the warrior field Ye shall fight me, and fasten me down. O poets! O masters! O lovers! Sweet souls of the strength of the sun ! The couch of eternity covers Our loves, and our dreams are as done. Reality closes Our life…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 15

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…r dress, With broidery of old gold. Her hair Was long and starry, gilded red. Her face was laughter, shapen fair By the sweet things she thought and said. Her whiteness rustled as she walked. Her hair sang tunes across the air. She sighed, laughed, whispered, never talked. She smiled, and loves devout and rare Flickered about the room. She stayed Still in the dusk: her body sang Out full and clear ‘‘O love me!” Rang The silver couplets undismayed, Bright, bold, convincing. In her eyes Glittered enamelled sorceries. She was a piece of jewel work…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 418

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…. That night there is a thunderstorm; and an English girl, who has lost her way, takes refuge in his hut. He combines the element of his thought during sleep, chops her to pieces, stacks her limbs neatly by the hut, and goes off to his regular work. A rescue party discovers him. The story ends, "They told him of a widow lady in Paris who could beat him at his own game." {667} I am passionately indignant that the persistent beastliness of the average mind insists that the woodcutter violated the girl. Such a suggestion completely ruins the point…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 105

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…neath her eyelids, where her eyes Like stars were deep, and dim like summer skies 3 I looked beneath their lashes; and be- hold ! My own thought mirrored in their maiden gold. Shame drew to them to cloud their light with lies, And shrank back shamed ; but Love waxed bright and bold. The devilish circle of the fiery ring! Became one moment like a little thing, And Truth and God were near us to with- draw The veil of Love’s unalterable law. We feared no fury of the jealous King, But, lest in honour love should find a flaw. 17 e. the wedding ring,

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1907 · PDF PAGE 177

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…riumphant of all music in a kiss | Fade! fade, oh strenuous sense Into the soul intense Of life beyond your weak imagining ! And, O thou thought, dissever Thy airy life for ever While the bright sounds are lifted up to spring Beyond this tide of being, Shadows and sense far fleeing Into a shadow deeper than the Ocean When passes all the mind’s commotion To a serener sky, a mighty calm emotion ! The whole world fades, folds over its wide pinions Into a darkness deeper than its own. Silence hath shattered all the dream- dominions Of lifeand light…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 60

The Book of Thoth

…of the first emanation, the Fool, whose letter is Aleph, the Unity. These ideas are so subtle and so tenuous, on these exalted planes of thought, that definition is impossible. It is not even desirable, because it is the nature of these ideas to flow one into the other. One cannot do more than say that any given hieroglyph represents a slight insistence upon some particular form of a pantomorphous idea. In this card, the emphasis is upon the creative and dualistic character of the path of Beth. In the traditional card the disguise is that of a …

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1939 · PDF PAGE 12

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…st in a thick wood at night. One says to the other: 'That dog barking is not a grasshopper; it is the creaking of a cart.' Or again, 'He thought he saw a banker's clerk descending from a bus. He looked again, and saw it was a hippopotamus.' Everyone who has done any scientific investigation knows painfully how every observation must be corrected again and again. The need of

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