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Page 125 of 1281929 · PDF PAGE 216
…ly I followed the Rosicrucian principle of complying with the customs of the country through which I was travelling. The condition of my soul is clearly indicated by my output. The fount of lyric poetry had run completely dry. I had not touched the unfinished Orpheus; wrote nothing new. I no longer aspired to become the redeemer of humanity. I doubt whether I should have been able to attach any meaning to any such words. After returning from Edinburgh, I do not seem even to have kept a record and I remember nothing about my doings. July is howe…
1929 · PDF PAGE 90
… clairsentience. But it would have been a very dill person indeed who failed to recognize the black, billious rage that shook him to the soul. I instance this as a proof that Yeats was a genuine poet at heart, for a mere charlatan would have known that he had no cause to fear an authentic poet. What hurt him was the knowledge of his own incomparable inferiority.
1929 · PDF PAGE 283
… at least within very wide limits, from careful consideration of one's known characteristics and environment. "Explore the rivers of the soul," says Zoroaster, "whence and in what order thou has come." I saw that if I was to be intelligible to myself, I must do so, and this resolution resulted in the critical events which made the months of November, December, January and February the most important period of my life so far as my personal attitude to myself and the universe was concerned. His life as a bikkhu had not been too good for my guru. …
1906 · PDF PAGE 60
…ony biting through the fair; meanness, contemptibility, enthroned; all purposeless, all unatoned; all putrid of an hope, all vacant of a soul. I called upon its master, as who should call on God. Instead, arose a shining form, sweet as a whisper of soft air kissing the brows of a great storm; his face with light was molten, musical with waves of his delight moving across: his countenance utterly fair! then was my philosophic vision shamed: con- jecture at a loss; and my whole mind re- volted; then I blamed the vision as a lie; yet bid that visi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 356
…. Without pretence of being a blue-stocking, she could hold her own in any conversation about art, literature or music. She was the very soul of gaiety, and an incomparable comedienne. One of my most delightful memories is the matching of our wits. It was rapture to compete with her in what we called "leg- pulling", which may be defined as inducing someone to make a fool of himself. We carried this out with all due regard for honour and good feeling; we never did anyone any harm, and we often did people a great deal of good. Neuburg was, so to …
1907 · PDF PAGE 24
…me hoist you Thornycroft, And cry ‘' Behold this Rodin!” bring Some Poynter, lift the thing aloft, Announce a Morice, see you fling Your soul on knees in fervid praise :— If so—Off, Lilith ! runs the phrase. Now, is no barb upon the dart? Now, little lady, What of art? Once Vv. Moreover (just a word) this chance I fling you over space—for luck ! This Scotland yet may catch your France, My crow grow germane to your cluck,
1929 · PDF PAGE 459
… {727} between genuine teachers and quacks, as also the fact that the power of money is limited and can buy no food either for spirit or soul. They will then pursue the path of evolution on sane and scientific lines eschewing unsound methods and unsatisfactory aims. My instinct has always assured me of this and stimulated my eagerness to educate and initiate everyone I met. I felt that fundamentally we were brothers, and I believe that this intense sympathy was just what deepened my disgust and darkened my despair at the impossibility of reachi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 190
… theory; how easily a man could be pulled out, using only one hand. The man was quite calm; but had given up hope and was committing his soul to Allah. I expect he was mostly worried about the direction of Mecca. We had no need of the coiled rope; the doctor had untied himself from his own rope and left it lying on the snow! The cowardice, incompetence and imbecility of his proceedings remain today as incomprehensible as they were then. (I accuse myself of having minimized these things. I should never have agreed to take him on my next expediti…
1929 · PDF PAGE 577
…er to survive the first few crises of his government. My apprehension has proved only too true. Almost at once, he had to {911} sell his soul to the Vatican in whom a real statesman would have recognized his most dangerous foe. Like the devil, Rome takes care that its part, however fair it seems on the surface, really involves the giving of nothing and the again of all. During the winter I heard nothing from the outer world, but when I went to Naples in April I found that my worst anticipations had been exceeded. The price of power had proved e…
1929 · PDF PAGE 313
…r had given me the Cabbala as my working hypothesis. I now found that this doctrine satisfied perfectly my science, my scepticism and my soul. It made no pretence to lay down the law about the universe. On the contrary, it declared positively the agnostic conclusion of Huxley. It declared reason incompetent to create a science from nothing and restricted it to its evident function of criticizing facts, so far as those facts were comprehensible by it. But the Cabbala did not leave me in despair; it asserted the existence of a faculty such as tha…
1929 · PDF PAGE 456
… and we began. (Opium, by the way, is sacred to Jupiter, and to Chesed, Mercy, as being sovereign against pain, and also as enabling the soul to free itself from its gross integument and realize its majesty.) My bronchitis vanished; I went off to sleep; my guests retiring without waking me. In my sleep I dreamt; and when I woke the dream remained absolutely perfect in my consciousness, down to the minutest details. It was a story, a subtle exposure of English stupidity, set in a frame of the craziest and most fantastically gorgeous workmanship.…
1904 · PDF PAGE 7
…of him, Who head and heart alike discernest, Looking below light speech we utter Where frothy spume and frequent splutter Prove that the soul’s depths boil in earnest !” But I have after all little fear that I am seriously wrong. That I show to m y critics the open door to the above city of refuge my be taken as merely another gesture of contemptuous pity, the last insult which may lead my antagonists to that surrender which is the truest victory. PEACE TO ALL BEINGS * Vide infra, “Berashith.”
1929 · PDF PAGE 202
…o regard Anatole France as his pupil. He had translated Hamlet and Macbeth for Sara Bernhardt with astonishing spiritual fidelity to the soul of Shakespeare. His Vies Imaginaires might have served as the model for Le Puits de Sante Claire, and his Île des Diurnales is as brilliantly bitter as anything that Swift ever wrote. He lived on the Ile St. Louis in a delightful flat, rich with the suggestion of the East (emphasized by a Chinese servant he had picked up after the exhibition of 1900), yet he suffered as few men suffer. Part of his crucifi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 404
… of the entertainment, but when we got to the tomb I found no serried ranks of soldiers shouting, "Il ne passeront pas!" There was not a soul in sight!
1929 · PDF PAGE 247
…se conventions. I face anything frankly and the phantasm fades. I do not permit any author to play on my passions. I read a book with my soul, and only those books appeal to me whose authors speak sincerely and sanely such truth as has been given them. I utterly loathe the author who practises on popular psychology. The sentimentalism of Charles Dickens, the eroticism of D. H. Lawrence, the pornographic religiosity of Mrs. Humphry Ward1 seem to me to be appeals to the appetites of the unintelligent. They prostitute their scrap of art exactly as…
1907 · PDF PAGE 134
…of a Trimalchio to digest it. Captain Fuller has written his masterpiece for the few, those few who possess the mind of a Huxley and the Soul of a Loyola, and not for those many who possess the Station of 9. Victoria and the Memorial of an Albert. To become such we must indeed wrestle with God as Jacob wrestled at Bethel till the Deity beget on us a royal race as numerous as the stars of the heavens and the sands of the sea-shore. However many there be in this simmeri cesspit who perchance may perceive in the divine virility of Crowley's pen th…
1929 · PDF PAGE 98
…rs were for the most part muddled middle-class mediocrities. I saw myself entering the Hidden Church of the Holy Grail. This state of my soul served me well. My initiation was in fact a sacrament. The rituals have been printed in The Equinox, vol. I, Nos. II and III. There is no question that those of neophyte and adept are the genuine rituals of initiation, for they contain the true formulae. The proof is that they can be {176} 1 WEH Note: At least that's what Mathers said. According to G.Sholem in his "Kabbalah", English and Hebrew versions h…
1929 · PDF PAGE 479
…bout abolishing the wicked German Santa Claus!1 No! I was again in error. I must have misinterpreted the motives. The man was that great soul, the Patriot Bottomley! Such a man would doubtless be as difficult to understand as others had found me. He must have had some noble reason for his apparently vile and baseless attacks on bishops, judges and ministers of the crown, to say nothing of firms like Waring and Gillow. I could not concur in the prevalent opinion that he was as much a blackmailer as De Wend Fenton. I could appreciate the eloquenc…
1929 · PDF PAGE 241
…red war on Mathers accordingly, but it was a brutum fulmen. The fact of the matter was that I resented The Book of the Law with my whole soul. For one thing, it knocked my Buddhism completely on the head. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.
1929 · PDF PAGE 153
…f their surroundings, they are petrified into its stony silence, which yet does not share its sublimity because it has neither shape nor soul. In order to cross the Arakans to Akyab, we obtained various credentials from the authorities, especially a letter to the forest commissioner of the district that he might provide us with elephants. We engaged a servant, a man from Madras, whose name was Peter. The first question one asks of a servant in India is: his religion? Peter amused us by replying that he was "a free man, a Roman Catholic". Outsid…