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Page 109 of 1281930 · PDF PAGE 100
let not the Philosophus despise any form of love, but harmonise ail. As it is written: Liber LXV. 32. aSo therefore Perfection abideth not in the Pinnacles or in the Foundation, but in the harmony of One with ail.” Second, if any part of this love exceed, there is disease therein. As, in the love of Othello for Desdemona, lovées jealousy over- came love’s tenderness, so may it be in in this love of a particular Deity. And this is more likely, since in this divine love no élément may be omitted. It is by virtue of this completeness that no human…
1899 · PDF PAGE 250
… to my mystic goal, Where I may drain a fountain never dry, And of Life’s guerdon gather in the whole, And on celestial manna satisfy my soul.’ ” — The Literary Gasette. ““¢ Songs of the Spirit,’ by Aleister Crowley, ascend, as the motto on the title-page —‘ Sublimi feriam sidera vertice’—in- dicates, to higher regions, which seem peopled with an unusual number of gory phantoms. They are difficult to read, and where they touch definite things more sensual than sensuous. A poet’s dreams are not often so persistently full of ‘miasmal pestilence- …
1929 · PDF PAGE 220
…"Only the men." "And few there are, in the crowd of canaille, old women, slackers, valetudinarians, eaters of nuts!" [309] "God rest the soul of Edward Seventh! I thought all would be well when Victoria died; but now —" "This is no hour of the night to lapse into poetry! Anyhow, Germany is nearly as bad, with her Social Democratic Party." "Do you think that?" cried Cyril, sharply, sitting up. His gesture was indecipherably intense; it seemed utterly disproportionate to Bowling's casual commonplace. "I know it. It's one of the chief causes of th…
1996 · PDF PAGE 109
… surgical operation of introspection. The craving for these things is caused by the internal misery which their use reveals to the slave-souls. If you are really free, you can take cocaine as simply as salt-water taffy. There is no bet ter rough test of a soul than its attitude to drugs. If a man is sim ple, fearless, eager, he is all right; he will not become a slave. If he is afraid, he is already a slave. Let the whole world take opium, hashish, and the rest; those who are liable to abuse them were better dead. For it is in the power of al…
1906 · PDF PAGE 7
…Rotting away ! | In the place of her face is a gory hole, And the worms are gnawing the tissues foul, And the devil is gloating over her soul, Rotting away ! LINES ON BEING INVITED TO MEET THE PREMIER IN WALES, SEP- TEMBER 1892. I wI.Li not shake thy hand, old man, I will not shake thy hand ; You bear a traitor’s brand, old man, You bear a liar’s brand. Thy talents are profound and wide, Apparent power to win; It is not everyone has lied A nation into sin. And look thou not so black, my friend, Nor seam that hoary brow ; Thy deeds are seamier, …
1996 · PDF PAGE 159
… to the commentators, and denied to the intention of the text; at least, by that class of Pharisee which strains at the Butterfly of the Soul, preferring to swallow any hippopotamus if it be slimed thickly enough with the miasmal swamp-mire of materialism. 1 [The numeration of Liber Legis in a Greek transcription of the Latin (Aiftep Ae-ytq), as well as the sum of© and Q'ilbx [alhim], where © = 00 = 309; D'nbx = 86; 309 + 86 = 395. See also Book Four, Part IV (The Equinox of the Gods), ch. 7, §3.]
1907 · PDF PAGE 61
…Surely who is anointed shall be crowned. Verily ; but when? When not only Saul the usurper, but Jonathan whom he loved more than his own soul, are Dead. We do not hear of the resurrection of Jonathan; we do not read of a Jonathan Memorial Ward in the Jerusalem Lock Hospital; no word has come down to us through the ages of a Honeycomb Day, in view of the fact that the primrose is not indigenous to Palestine. [Laughter and altars. Jonathan was dead, and David probably let the dead bury him. Come Thou, and follow Mel adds Christ to a similar exhor…
1930 · PDF PAGE 27
of an hour’s journey you can reckon on having a fairly eventful time, turn your attention to rcaching a definite place on the astral plane j invoke Mercury, for example, and examine carefully your record of the resulting vision — discover whether the symbols which you hâve seen correspond with the conventional symbols of Mercury. Tliis iesting of the spirits is the most important branch of tlie whoïe tree of Magick. Without it, one is lost in the jungle of delusion. Every spirit, up to God himself, is ready to deceive you if possible, to make h…
1954 · PDF PAGE 516
…t of it to devote himself to his Art. I wonder how much of his own work would have seen daylight if he had been tied to some silly robot soul-killing, nerve-crushing, mind-infuriating routine job for even one half-hour a day! When I am on a piece of work, I grudge the time for eating; and when it's done, I need the absolute relaxation of leisured luxury. Then what of the Work itself? If the Idea be truly new and important, God help it! The whole class of men affected jump on it with one accord, if haply they may crush it in the germ. Read a lit…
1906 · PDF PAGE 102
…here be silence while the sleeper? wakes ! | O coiled and constricted and chosen ! O tortured and twisted and twined ! Deep spring of my soul deep frozen, The sleep of the truth of the mind ! As a bright snake curled Round the vine of the World ! O sleeper through dawn and through day- light, | O sleeper through dusk and through night ! O shifted from white light to gray light, From gray to the one black light ! O silence and sound In the far profound ! O serpent of scales as an armour To bind on the breast of a lord ! Not deaf to the Voice of …
1906 · PDF PAGE 106
…tles) yet so calm And mild (with all that vigour) that to me Came a swift pity—the enchanter’s bane. That I flung from me. But my subtle soul Struck its own bosom with the sword of thought, So that I saw not pity, but desire! CHORUS. Surely a bane more potent than the first. MEDEA. Love is itself enchantment ! CHORUS. Some kind god Whispers from this a little light of hope. MEDEA. Only the hopeless are the happy ones. CHORUS. But didst thou turn him from his gleaming goal? Cover that shame with sweeter shame than this? MEDEA. Thou knowest that …
1907 · PDF PAGE 140
…rth! I invoke thee, O frost, the valleys await thee and weep. THE FRosr. So silent and wise In her cerement clothes, So secretly lies My soul in my snows ; I awake, I arise, For my spirit now knows The first time in her eyes That a voice may unclose My petals: I hear it; I come; I clasp the warm ground In my passion profound. ORPHEUS. In valleys heaped high, In drifts lying low, Swift slopes to the sky, Come forth to me, snow ! Thy beauty and I Are of old even so As lover and lover. Come forth! I invoke thee ! the hills are aglow. THE SNOW. Bri…
1905 · PDF PAGE 88
… go not out to wars. But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, F
1930 · PDF PAGE 51
…ition of the reality of the other Seing. There will be as a rule some element of hostility, even when the reaction is sympathetic. One s soul-mate” (even) is not thonight of as oneself, at first contact. One must therefore insist that any real appearance on the Astral Plane gives the sensation of meeting a stranger. One must accept it as independent, be it Archangel or Elf, and measure one’s own reaction to it. One must learn from it, though one despise it; and love it, however one loathe it. One must realize, on wnting up the record, that the …
1922 · PDF PAGE 202
…he corner of his big square table swinging his leg. His eyes were absolutely motionless; yet I felt that they were devouring my body and soul inch by inch. I wriggled on my chair as I used to do at school when I didn’t feel sure whether I had been found out in something or not. I tried to cover my confusion by starting a light conversation ; but I soon gave it up. He was taking no notice of my remarks. To him they were simply one of my symptoms. I realised with frightful certitude that my plans were impossible. I couldn’t fool this man, I could…
1954 · PDF PAGE 198
…at it than I was! ("Why strange?" you mutter rudely. "Quite right, my dear! I have always been a wretched reader of character . Bless my soul! there was a time when I had hopes of you," I savagely retort.) She had picked up the knack, the trick of it; she could select, eliminate, re-compose, compare with past experience, and form a judgment, without knowing the names of its materials. When you have got your sea-legs at both these parts of your astrological education, you may (I think) put out to sea with some confidence. Perhaps a fair test of …
1907 · PDF PAGE 38
…r my pain. She has left it; she has gone! How sweet the air and spacious ! I am happy—let me see! I guess some verse inspired By all her soul desired, Purity, love, well-being—ay ! and me: [He opens the note, reads :— ‘To love you, Love, is all my happiness ; To kill you with my kisses ; to devour Your whole ripe beauty in the perfect hour That mingles us in one supreme caress—”’! Why, here is love articulate, vital! I thought that only poets, not lovers, could so speak. And that poets, poor devils, speaking, could never know. ‘©So Percy to his…
1907 · PDF PAGE 142
… Thou angry and blinded Hast sky for thy share. O mother deep-minded, My lyre to my prayer Responds, and the elements answer or ever| my soul is aware. Ye powers of deep water And sea-running bays, Earth’s fugitive daughter In deep-riven ways, i Enamoured of slaughter, A mirage of grays, Deep blues, and pale greens unbegotten, I turn to your lyrical praise. I tune the loud lyre To the haunts of the vale As a sea-piercing fire On the wings of the gale. I lift my desire, I madden, I wail! Come forth! I invoke ye, O powers, in the waters that purp…
1929 · PDF PAGE 151
…, in the first place, what is the most serious thing in the world." "Religion." "Exactly. Now, what is religion? The consummation of the soul by itself in divine ecstasy. What is life but love, and what is love but laughter? In other words, religion is a joke. There is the spirit of Dionysus and there is the spirit of Pan; but they are twin phases of laughter. Religion is a joke. Now what is the most absurd thing in the world?" "Woman." "Right again. And therefore she is the only serious island in this ocean of laughter. While we hunt and fish,…
1961 · PDF PAGE 219
…leave of thee in this Epistle, that the Summit of Wisdom is the opening of the Way that leadeth unto theCrown and Essence of all, to the Soul of the Child Horus, the Lord of the Æon. This Way is the Path of the Pure Fool. Amoun. o