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…ile still the music swings and swings . I hardly listen to the sound Which yet slips in and laps around Work - sodden brain and listless sense . . . “ An ecstasy for eighteenpence " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With little shudders up my flesh , Like sunsparks where the wind is fresh , That scatter out across a lake , When day is new and just awake . 208
1954 · PDF PAGE 384
…a year as a doctor, £150 as a schoolmaster-or he flay die in the process. So with all the spiritual values; they re, in the most literal sense, inestimable. So-don't start to :ount! Most obviously of all, when it comes to the Great Work, noney does not count at all. I do not write of any Magical vork, in the restricted sense of the phrase. Shaw says: 'Admirals always want more battleships" and J.F.C. Fuller: 'if a lawyer, more wretches to hang." It applies to anyone vhose heart is in his job. (Of course, in this case, money is ike all other thi…
1922 · PDF PAGE 105
…outh Pole. Then I caught up my hat, gloves, and cane, and found my young man at the door. The drink and the air of Paris had given him a sense of his own dignity. Instead of waiting humbly for me to get into the car, he was sitting there already; and though his greeting was still solemnly deferential, there was a little more of the ambassador about it. He had repressed the original impulse to touch his hat. I myself felt a curious sense of enjoyment of my own importance. At the same time, I was in a violent hurry to get back to Lou. My brain wa…
1929 · PDF PAGE 62
…women as partaking in witchcraft, which is, properly speaking, restricted to the use of such women as are no longer women in the Magical sense of the word, because they are no longer capable of corresponding to the formula of the male, and are therefore neuter rather than féminine. It is for this reason that their method has always been referred to the moon, in that sense of the term in which she appears, not as the féminine corré¬ lative of the sun, but as the burnt-out, dead, airless satellite of earth. No true Magical operation can be perfor…
1899 · PDF PAGE 209
… mist, | - Wrap me in shrouds of gray, chill me and make me shiver, Not with the Night alone, not with the sound of her wing, Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking (Step after step as I move) me, to annul me, quell
1903 · PDF PAGE 108
… you know : . . . . . . . my wife . . . . . . . . . . like a fountain with a hundred spouts Did run pure blood.” Julius Caesar. Was it a sense of uttermost relief We gladdened with, and bade our fears forget ? Was there no subtle fragrance of regret ? For me, at least, a pang of perfect grief ? Had it been otherwise, I would be chief And drive her to abandon all things yet In mere despair, that bye and bye shall get Young comfort in a babe beyond belief. God would not curse and bless us to such measure ; We were not sad enough nor glad enough !…
1912 · PDF PAGE 11
…ly as a windless palm. Fourth, let the will-to-live be bound To the one love of the profound. Fifth, let the thought, divinely free From sense, observe its entity. Watch every thoughtthat springs; enhance Hour after hour thy vigilance! Intense and keen, turned inward, miss No atom of analysis! Sixth, on one thought securely pinned Still every whisper of the wind! 1x
1910 · PDF PAGE 225
…hs that flare When all the world keeps holiday, still glare, Using a borrowed power with insolence, Ignoring beautys law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil thing Thou thinkst thee wise of, sent thee shuddering When Naturegrand, persistent, tenebrous Uses thee, woman, thee, princess of pus, Vile animal !to slay a genius ? O golden m…
1903 · PDF PAGE 54
… sort of confidence, Called me the fool I was, knowing my skill Proven of old, all women’s native will To do all things soever that lack sense, Especially if evil : thoughts immense Like this I thought : plumes of my amorous quill I tickled her withal : then grave and still Waited secure : the silence grew intense. She read—and saw me but a beardless boy, Too young to fear, too gentle not to pity, Not overbold ; quite powerless to destroy Her life’s long peace, the ten-year-walléd city. Why be too cruel, check such baby joy ? She said “ I think…
1913 · PDF PAGE 132
…en sun throws , He bore and set me in the slime Where our first father - man arose . A hairy beast , with furtive eye , And hunger for a sense of good , Fulfilled of lust and terror , I Crept from the sea towards the wood , 113
1922 · PDF PAGE 178
…can we pay!” by a hag that never saw a sovereign in her.life unless she stole it from some drunken client. Cockie seems to have lost his sense. He flashed a fifty-pound note in her face. It was because he was angry at her attitude. She rather shut up. Either she thinks we're police spies or she’s made up her mind to rob us. The sight of the cash knocked her out of time! It destroyed her sense of proportion. It put all her ideas of straight dealing out of her mind. Her manner changed. She went off. Pete told me to go and see the dope girl myself…
1922 · PDF PAGE 322
… eternal actuality. We were re-born into a world whose every condition was on a totally different scale to anything in our experience. A sense of innocence pervaded us. It was as if we had awakened from a nightmare; our sense of time and space had been destroyed; but we knew that our old standards of reality had been delusions. Clocks and watches were mechanical toys. In Telepylus, our time-keeper was the Nature of which we were part. We walked on for another five minutes; but again weakness overcame us. The scenery was blotted out by the persi…
1910 · PDF PAGE 159
… pause Praising the goodness of the great First Cause. JOHN Yet all we know His vast benevolence. ISSA Thou hast religion, but no common sense. The cud of wisdom is not duly chewed When whoredom’s whittled with a platitude.
1996 · PDF PAGE 124
… be, the individual expands and fulfils himself in all directions; it is an omniform samadhi. This is of course “eternal ecstasy” in the sense already explained. But in the time-world karma reconcentrates the elements, and a new incarnation occurs. 45. There is death for the dogs. Commentary: The prigs, the prudes, the Christians, die in a real sense of the word; for although even they are “Stars,” there is not enough body to them (as it were) to carry on the individuality. There is no basis for the magical memory if one’s incarnation holds not…
1912 · PDF PAGE 12
…hat hath dwindled On this dull hearth shall be rekindled. But this you must swear: To will, and to dare, To seck the spirit and slay the sense; And for this hour To give me power To lead you in silent obedience, ‘Though I bade you fall on your sword. . . . Crassus. Enough! I give my life as I gave my love. Aucu. 1! love you have not understood. ‘You have not guessed its secret food. ‘You have not seen its single eye; But fear and doubt and jealousy Have risen, and now your love is trembling Like a mountebank dissembling When his trick's detecte…
1922 · PDF PAGE 385
…DANDELION DAYS Henry Williamson This is the tale of a boy’s last terms at a public school, a very sensitive, unusual boy, and it is in a sense a sequel to The Beautiful Years. It is the work of a very clever young writer whose nature essays have attracted the widest attention here and in America, and is utterly unlike the usual “school story.” It is a subtle and beautifully written study of character.
1904 · PDF PAGE 89
…swoons back to night; The white and black are woven in gray, Faint sleep of silken light. A strange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time: Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rhyme. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows— O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetful pillows! O gather me in arms of love As maidens plucking posies, Or mists that fold about a dove, Or valleys full of roses ! O let me fade and fall away From waking into sleep, From sleep to death, from gold to gray, Deep as the s…
1929 · PDF PAGE 152
…quer a cowardice. This class of work, although the easiest, is yet the most important ; for it includes initiation itself in its highest sense. It extends to the Absolute in every dimension; it involves the most intimate analysis, and the most comprehensive synthesis. In a sense, it is the sole type of Magick either necessary or proper to the Adept; for it includes both the attainment of the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and the Adventure of the Abyss. The second class includes ail operations by which the Magician striv…
1954 · PDF PAGE 498
…y) a set of warriors , painters , anything superbly human. We feel instinctively that we know them, or at least know of them in the same sense that we know of our fellow men and women ; and that in a sense which never so much as occurs to us when we discuss Archangels. The great exception is the Holy Guardian Angel; and this as I have shewn in another letter is for exactly the same reason; He is a Person , a macrocosmic Individual. (We do not know about his birth and so on ; but that is because he is, so to speak a private God ; he only appears…
1996 · PDF PAGE 110
…lust” is to grasp continually at fresh aspects of Nuit. It is the mistake of the vulgar to expect to find satisfaction in the objects of sense. Disillusion is inevitable; when it comes, it leads only too often to an error which is in reality more fatal than the former, the denial of “materiality” and of “animalism.” There is a correspondence between these two attitudes and those of the “once-born” and “twice-born” of William James.1 2 Thelemites are “thrice-born”; we accept everything for what it is, without “lust of result,” without insisting …