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1929 · PDF PAGE 99

Moonchild

…hardly fail to perceive, by reason of the intensity of the concentration of the magical forces of the operators upon the human idea. Two days before the beginning of the operation, a telegram from Paris reached him. It stated that, as he suspected, Balloch and Douglas were the forces behind the attack; further, that Grey's presence in Naples was known, and that three members of the Black Lodge had left Paris for Italy. He thought it undesirable to communicate the news to Lisa. But he renewed his general warnings to her. "Child!" he said, "you a…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 132

Moonchild

… Hades consented to restore her to earth for half the year. So this "moon" of the ancients has a true psychological meaning, as sound to-day as when the priest of Mithras slew the bull; she is the soul, not the eternal and undying sun of the true soul, but the animal soul which is a projection of it, and is subject to change and sorrow, to the play of all the forces of the universe, and whose "redemption" is the solution of the cosmic problem. For it is the seed of the woman that shall bruise the serpent's head; and this is done symbolically by…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 31

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternity’s Tremendous gate; beyond the immanent miracle.4 O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermit’s hood I grow the thing I contemplate—that selfless solitude ! THE STORM. Written on the North Atlantic Ocean. In the sorrow of the silence of th…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 311

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…rt, cannot conceive. Who the figures represent I am not sure; . . . “Yes, the horror—thatis the only word for it. I do not mean that nowadays any particular horrors are perpetratedin the grim recesses of these giant fanes. I do not know that at any time they were the scenes of great cruelty or other abominations, though certainly they present the completest mise-en-scéne for such excesses. What I do know is that, from the corner-stone to the coping of the highest gopura, they are the product of gloomy, perverted, morbidly overwrought imaginatio…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 104

Moonchild

…ster Clara brought a telegram to Cyril. It was unsigned, and the message curt. "About August First" was all its purport. "The better the day, the better the deed!" cried Cyril gaily. Iliel questioned him. "Just magick!" he answered. She did not pursue the subject: she divined that the matter did not concern her, and she regretted even that microscopical interruption. But although Iliel was kept from all knowledge of external events, it was by dint of steel. The Black Lodge had not been idle; Brother Onofrio, in charge of the garrison, had found…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 191

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… when the wind Exults upon the roaring sea, Come to my bosom, kissed and kind And sleep upon the lips of me! Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire ! Sleep, while I pondef on the ways And secret paths of my desire ! Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secrets of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower ! Slow and divine thy gentle breath Wovos my warm throat: my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And seeks strange portals, pale and wise. My lips are ferv…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 206

Moonchild

…led by the prospect of the miracle that was so soon to blossom on her breast. Her sulkiness vanished; she was blithe and joyous from the day's beginning to its end. She bore fatigue and discomfort without a murmur. She made friends with Sister Clara, and talked to her for hours while she plied her needle upon those necessary and now delightful tasks of making tiny and dainty settings for the expected jewel. She clean forgot the irksomeness of her few restrictions; she recovered all the gaiety and buoyancy of youth; indeed, she had to be caution…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 244

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…des You ask hot snow and leaden feather-flights ! TANNHAUSER. And you—you keep me worrying, fair queen, In logic and its meshes, when to-day I rather would be caught in other nets, The burning gold and glory of your hair, Lightning and sunshine, storm and radiance, Your flaming pell !! VENUS. Come, sing to me again! That we may watch each other as you sing ; Feel how it overmasters and o’erwhelms, The growing pang of hunger for a kiss ! ‘TANNUAUSER, Brood evil, then, in your amazing cyes, That I may see the serpent grow in you ; As I were just …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 106

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…y, my wife, We stand in this, the purple-seeded fruit Of yon youth’s fair and pitiable life. Do I not fear that you may treat me so? One day your passion slake itself some- how, Seek vigour from another murder? No! You harlot, for I mean to kill you—now. THE EYES OF PHARAOH. DEAD Pharaoh’s eyes from out the tomb Burned like twin planets ruby-red. Enswathed, enthroned, the halls of gloom Echo the agony of the dead. Silent and stark the Pharaoh sate : No breath went whispering, hushed or scared. Only that red incarnate hate Through pylon after py…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 152

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… Till the shade lengthen on the lawn light- gleaming. Now all the birds change tune, and all the light Glows lowlier, musing on departed day. Strange wings and sombre, heralding the night, Fleet far across the woods; and gleaming bright The evening star looks from the orient way. Shadow and silence deepen : all the woods Take on a tenderer phrase of musical Breezes: the stream-sought homes solitudes Murmur a little where the maiden moods Are sadder as the evening’s kisses fall. and Like silver scales of serpenthood they fall Across the blind ai…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 173

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…uble, my young and rash friend! It seems that you must go up well outside earth-attraction if you wish to get good astrals. It sounds Sunday-school-talk, and I can-give no reason. But I’ve tried repeatedly going horizontally and downwards, always with the same result. Gross and hostile things are below, pure beings above. The vision is good enough for what it is; it is clear and coherent. But I see no trace of scientific method in directing the vision. I explain further in the general comment. O.M.) About this time Frater V.I.O. appears to have…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 171

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… to throne, ‘rom nuptial banquet to the bed of flowers ! Rather forget the near catastrophe, And turn my music toward Eurydice, Awake in day-dream all the ancient days, When love first blossomed on the springing tree ! Let me recall the days beyond regret, And tune my lyre to love, sharpen and set The strings again to the forgotten ways, That I may tread them over, and forget ! In child-like meditative mood I wandered in the dell, Passed through the quiet glades of the wood, And sought the haunted well, Half hopeful that its solitude Might work…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 69

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…e lines within the beauty that is man. MARGARET. THE moon spans Heaven’s architrave ; Stars in the deep are set ; Written in gold on the day’s grave, ‘* To love, and to forget ;” And sea-winds whisper o’er the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light— And O! her voice is low, Shell-murmurs borne to Amphitrite, Exulting as they go. Her stature waves, as if a flower Forgot the evening breeze, But heard the charioted hour Sweep from the farther seas, And kept sw…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 59

Moonchild

…the house various objects from afar. It was evidently appreciated in the Beyond that a Poltergeist's reach should exceed his grasp. "One day, in the wonderful month of May with all its flowers a-blossom, the planchette produced an exceedingly mysterious message. So far as we could understand him, he would bring more evidence of his presence. 'Proof' was one of the words used, I remember; yes, I remember that very distinctly. And the message ended, with a sudden transition, 'Look out for game!' There could hardly have been a more superfluous inj…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 117

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ilver, fascinated ghost In midnight’s revel with the moon 3 In silent swoon be still ! the spoil Of years is thine, O Tower of Toil. Let day, a glowing vigour, male ; And night, a virgin bowed and curled, Stand at the foot; their ardours pale Systole and diastole of the world ! With life impearled (their eyes absorb) They visibly sustain the orb. Then let the tower in seven tiers Rise in its splendour marmorean, Unite the chill divided years In plain perception of the zeon. Cry clear the pean! Its tunes recoil About thy flanks, O Tower of Toil.…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 250

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…to the dawn ; Thy bosom to the rising moon, Until our loves to earth have drawn Some new bewitching tune. Come, Gretchen, in the dusk of day, Where nymphs and dryads creep away Beneath the oaks, to laugh and play And sink in lover’s swoon. We'll sing them sister songs, and show What secrets mortal lovers know. TANNHAUSER. The simple life of love and joy therein ! -Merely to love—to take such pride in it Hark ! he tunes again. Gods must behold! The childish easiness, Impossible to me, who am become Perhaps the subtlest mind of men. Alas! Maybe i…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 76

Book 4 (Part II)

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1907 · PDF PAGE 77

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…last! [Goes to door and pushes it.] The devil take all women! After all, the door is shut. Laugh, thou light little fool, laugh now. One day thou shalt moan upon the stones, and Florimond de Champdivers shall shut his door tothee. Damn and damn and damn! What served love shall serve hate: ‘tis a poor game that only works one Way. [Curtacn.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 113

Moonchild

…s written. This egg is to be buried in a cemetery at midnight, and every morning at sunrise it must be watered with brandy. On the ninth day a spirit appears, and demands your purpose. You reply "I am watering my plant." This occurs on three successive days; at the midnight following the egg is dug up, and found to contain a serpent, with a cock's head. This amiable animal answers to the name of Ambrosiel. Carry it in your bosom, and your suit inevitably prospers. Arthwait put this scheme into careful rehearsal, [163] and having got the

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1919 · PDF PAGE 168

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…vine illumina- tions are mere Breaks. O.M.) Note:—I find more and more difficulty in remembering any details of these practices the next day. Concentration was good. In this instance at end of practice could not remember what time I started, although I believe I am correct. I have thought several times lately about this loss of memory. Is it a result, or is it a fault? (It’s a good sign, as a rule. O.M.) May 9, 10.21-10.43 P.M. Dragon. Astral journey of no particular import. Can- not properly identify with image. Seem to see the image while act…

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