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Page 12 of 741911 · PDF PAGE 93
… the blush of His loveliness informeth it, and with delight and with wit hath He made it merry at the heart, and the core thereof is the Secret of His being, and therein is His name Generation. And this His stability hath the number 80, for that the price thereof is War.+ Beware, therefore, O thou who art appointed to understand the secret of the Outermost Abyss, for in every Abyss thou must assume the mask and form of the Angel thereof. Hadst thou a name, thou wert irrevocably lost. Search, therefore, if there be yet one drop of blood that is …
1913 · PDF PAGE 133
…lated form a comparative view of all the symbols of the great religions of the world; the perfect attributions of the Taro, so long kept secret by the Rosicrucians, are now for the first time published; also the com- plete secret magical correspondences of the Golden Dawn and R.R. et A.C. It forms, in short, a com- plete magical and philosophical dictionary; a key to all religions and to all practical occult working. For the first time Western and Qabalistic symbols have been harmonized with those of Hinduism, Buddhism, Mohammedanism, Taoism, e…
1910 · PDF PAGE 214
…hoke, 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 invoke, I invoke! ALEISTER CROWLEY.
1910 · PDF PAGE 214
…hoke, 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 invoke, I invoke! ALEISTER CROWLEY.
1910 · PDF PAGE 91
38 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Within thy secret grove Naked and armless, save For this seraphic glaive. How then ? What other price May serve thy sacrifice ? Ah ! by the evil glint Of sun, portends an hint. Shall I the childless king, Chaste in thy praise, resign That which was never mine, The power of — spring ? Ay ! by the fierce glad gleam On thy dark lips, I see Thy sober ecstasy To watch the soft bright stream Bubble and curl, like passion-flowers alight On the seductive malachite, To take with greedy joy This — toy. The jewels all-precious of a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 263
…, As twilight to the dayspring and the night, Dividing and uniting even here: The middle path—life interfused with death— Pure love; the secret of Elizabeth ! This is my secret—in the man’s delight To lose that stubborn ecstasy for God! To this clear knowledge hath my path been trod In deepest hell—in the profoundest sky ! This knowledge, the true immortality, I came unto through pain and tears, Tigerish hopes, and serpent loves, and dragon fears, Most bitter kisses, salted springs and dry ; In those deep caverns and slow-moving years, When dwe…
1913 · PDF PAGE 561
…rbing and whose conversation is fatal. In their presence one feels one’s self irritated, and one leaves their presence angry ; yet, by a secret perversity, one looks for them, in order to experience the disturbance and enjoy the malevolent emotions which they give us. Such persons suffer from the contagious maladies of the spirit of perversity. The spirit of perversity has always for its secret motive 263
1913 · PDF PAGE 561
…rbing and whose conversation is fatal. In their presence one feels one’s self irritated, and one leaves their presence angry ; yet, by a secret perversity, one looks for them, in order to experience the disturbance and enjoy the malevolent emotions which they give us. Such persons suffer from the contagious maladies of the spirit of perversity. The spirit of perversity has always for its secret motive 263
1905 · PDF PAGE 6
Rose of the World ! Red glory of the secret heart of Love ! Red flame, rose-red, most subtly curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose cry i…
1910 · PDF PAGE 109
…amplitudes Of its own royal rapture, deaf and blind To aught but its own mastery of song And light, shown ever as silence and deep night Secret as death and final. Let me long Never again for aught ! This great delight Involves me, weaves me in its pattern of bliss, Seals me with its own kiss, Draws me to thee with every dream that glows. Poet, each word ! Maiden, each burden of snows Extending beyond sunset, beyond dawn ! O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth :for this is truth ; Love knows ! Ah ! Rose of the World ! Rose ! Rose !
1912 · PDF PAGE 75
…lopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ Behold the secret of my quest In this far-famed stability| 69
1912 · PDF PAGE 18
Aurcia. ‘Wait, and you shall surely sce Part of the secret that ensorccls me. ‘See all these bosses! Is it not As if a Titan smote himself into the earth, And was caught into her, made one with her? Crassus. ‘The scent is fierce and hot Like a rutting panther's slot. Yet you are matched with mirth, Shaking each other like two wrestlers. Acta. ‘What should stir Your melancholy but laughter? Crassus. Look, before us Light streams, a tremulous chorus. Oh, it is vague and vacillatin; Aucta. Love, ‘Young love of maidens, is the soul thereof. And in …
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
Crassus. Your laugh is shocking—why do you mock me, dear? Autcra. Because you will not guess my secret here. But—put your arms about my neck, and swear You love me, and will always keep them there. Then I might dare. Crassus. I swear it. O my sweet! Anica. Then take my kiss. Crassus. Your mouth is like a rose of fire. But what is this? I cannot bear it. Aurcra. Ail Uhu! Uhul It is my heart; this arrow strikes me through. Stir not one muscle for a moment. Death! You beast, you kill me with your urgent breath. Crassus. © how I love you! [He moves…
1919 · PDF PAGE 248
…his. I may add that members are bound together by participation in certain mysteries, which lead to a synthetic climax in which a single secret is communicated whose nature is such as to set at rest for ever all division on those fertile causes of quarrel, sex and religion. The possession of this secret gives the members entitled to it such calm of authority that the perfect respect which is their due never fails them. Thus, then, you see brethren dwelling together in unity; and you wonder whether the lust of possession may not cause division. …
1910 · PDF PAGE 262
…mmon with all around me, it bore this character for years. In later days, I believe, and now with all due modesty assert, I unlocked the secret, not by a hypothesis, not by processes of reasoning, but by journeying through those self-same fields of weird expe- rience which are dinted by the sandals of the glorious old dreamers of the East. Standing on the same mounts of vision where they stood, listening to the same gurgling melody that broke from their enchanted fountains, yes, plunging into their rayless caverns of sorcery, and imprisoned wit…
1910 · PDF PAGE 262
…mmon with all around me, it bore this character for years. In later days, I believe, and now with all due modesty assert, I unlocked the secret, not by a hypothesis, not by processes of reasoning, but by journeying through those self-same fields of weird expe- rience which are dinted by the sandals of the glorious old dreamers of the East. Standing on the same mounts of vision where they stood, listening to the same gurgling melody that broke from their enchanted fountains, yes, plunging into their rayless caverns of sorcery, and imprisoned wit…
1898 · PDF PAGE 22
… ecstasy exalt my heart ; Let every trance make loose and light the wings My soul must shake, ere her pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendent into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis ! XXII. Give me a master ! Not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah ! let them only once grow war…
1898 · PDF PAGE 99
…nd high thrones shake ; Because my eyes still steadily behold, And dazzle not, nor shun the night, The foam-born lamp of beaten gold And secret might ; Because my forehead bears the sacred name, And my lips bear the brand Of Him whose heaven is one flame, Whose holy hand Gathers this earth, who built the vaults of space, Moulded the stars, and fixed the iron sea, Because His love lights through my face And all of me. Because my hand may fasten on the sword If my heart falter not, and smite Those lampless limits most abhorred Of iron night, 89
1919 · PDF PAGE 188
…and none shall stand before you. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! This is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.” The last phrase sug- gests that the island may be Great Britain, with its Mines and Tanks; and it is notable that a certain brother obligated to A... A... is in the most secret of England’s War Councils at this hour. But it is possible that all this instruction refers to some later time when our Law, administered by some such Order as the O.T.O. which concerns itself with tem- poral affairs, is …
1898 · PDF PAGE 26
…O ! my music is so poor and thin ! I am poor Marsyas ; where shall I find A wise Olympas and a lover kind To teach my mouth to sing some secret sin, Faint, fierce, and horrible, to tune my mind, And on a reed Better beloved to bid me discourses at his need ? 2 6