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1910 · PDF PAGE 60

The Scented Garden

…th the unbeliever3 and his three gods ; but whoso knoweth Allah knoweth Him to be one. For all that, Habib, it is a great pity that thou art not double as to thy podex ; I could more easily understand and excuse thy filthy dealings with the one-eyed Nubian yesterday. Of a surety thou stinkest yet of his sweat ; go wash thyself before thou comest wooing to El Qahar. Nay, darling ! come now, and as thou art ; I love thee, wert thou the bedfellow of every hog in Iran. 1. Husein — possibly represents the mystic Teacher or Guru of the poet. The Nubi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 200

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…tantly overflowed into the creation of vibrating visions. Naively enough, I haunted him in order to extract first-hand information about art from the fountain head. I have never met anyone --- white, black, brown, yellow, pink or spot-blue --- who was so completely ignorant of art as Auguste Rodin! At his best he would stammer out that nature was the great teacher or some equally puerile platitude. The books on art attributed to him are of course the compilation of journalists.) He was seized with a sort of rage of destruction, abandoned his pa…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 452

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… during that progress will it have become clear that the Complete Path is down- wards as well as upwards. 97. Yea; on the Arya Path thou art no more Srotapatti, thou art a Bodhisattva. The stream is cross’d. ’Tis true thou hast a right to Dharmakéya vesture; but Sambhoga- kaya is greater than a Nirvéni, and greater still is a Nir- manakéya—the Buddha of Compassion. 130

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1961 · PDF PAGE 146

Liber Aleph

…citement and a Going of thy Star, and appertaineth not unto its Essence and Stability. So then to thee she is but Matter and to her thou art but Energy, and neither is competent to the Formula of the other. Therefore also thy Will is itself Imperfection, as I have shewed thee aforetime, thou art not in the way of Love except thou be dressed in that Robe of thine which thou callest Woman. And thou canst not lure her to this Action proper to her by thy Truth; but thou shalt, as our Grammar sayeth, assume the Mask of the Spirit, that thou mayst ev…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 59

Hail Mary

AMPHORA VIII In Time of Drought HEN drought of summer parches up Earth’s beatific bowers, O pour from Thy crystalline cup Ambrosial showers ! We wander shelterless athirst Throughout the wilderness, And Thou our pilgrimage accurst Alone canst bless. The red sun scorches up our veins ; The white moon makes us mad ; Pitiless stars insult our pains With clamour glad. But Thou art shelter and defence From them that rage and spoil. Assain our lives with penitence ! Our souls assoil ! Amen. W 52

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1909 · PDF PAGE 260

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

… to attract and make connection between the Divine Light above and the Temple, and therefore the Hierophant quitteth his throne to take part therein, but remaineth there to attract by his sceptre the Light from beyond the Veils. Each member in passing the Throne of the East gives the sign of the enterer, pro- jecting forwards the light which cometh from the sceptre of the Hierophant. “ But Horus passes only once, for he is the son of Osiris, and inheriteth the Light, as it were by birthright from him; wherefore he goeth at once unto the station…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 260

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

… to attract and make connection between the Divine Light above and the Temple, and therefore the Hierophant quitteth his throne to take part therein, but remaineth there to attract by his sceptre the Light from beyond the Veils. Each member in passing the Throne of the East gives the sign of the enterer, pro- jecting forwards the light which cometh from the sceptre of the Hierophant. “ But Horus passes only once, for he is the son of Osiris, and inheriteth the Light, as it were by birthright from him; wherefore he goeth at once unto the station…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 45

Moonchild

…," said the mystic, with a sudden inflection of solemnity. His voice rose in a low monotonous chant as he quoted from "The Book of the Heart girt with the Serpent." "I, and Me, and Mine were sitting with lutes in [65] the market-place of the great city, the city of the violets and the roses. "The night fell, and the music of the lutes was stilled. "The tempest arose, and the music of the lutes was stilled. The hour passed, and the music of the lutes was stilled. "But Thou art Eternity and Space; Thou art Matter and Motion; and Thou art the Nega…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 47

The Soul of Osiris

…iend Jehovah, what then have we done To earn thy curse ? Is love like ours too strong To dwell before thee, and do thy throne no wrong ? Art thou grown jealous of the fiery band ? Lo ! thou hast spoken, and thy strong command Bade earth and air divide, and on the sea Thy spirit moved—and thou must envy me ! Gird all thy godhead to destroy a man Whose little moment is a single span, Whose small desire is nothing—and thy power Must root from out his bosom the fair flower Of passion ! Listen to thine own voice yet : “ A rich man many flocks and he…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 105

Ambergris

…, Double in form and name, Triple in energy of radiant flame, Informing all, in all most beautiful, Circle and sphere, perfect in every part High above hope of Art : Though, be it said ! thou art nowhere now, Save in the secret chamber of my heart, Behind the brass of my anonymous brow. 12. Ay ! let the coward and slave who writes write on ! He is no more harm to Love than the grey snake Who lurks in the dusk brake For the bare-legged village-boy, is to the Sun, The Sire of Life. The Lover and the Wife, Immune, intact, ignore. The people hear ;…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 57

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 4)

…l strikes.) Anos, Anos, Anos, iaq ! (He replaces the Host and the Cup and adores.) VIL Of the Office of the Anthem. The PRIEST. Thou who art I, beyond ail I am, Who hast no nature, and no name, Who art, when ail but thou are gone, — 357

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1961 · PDF PAGE 211

Liber Aleph

…F WISDOM OR FOLLY 199 Zp De Gaudio Stupri (Of the Joy of Sin) MY Son, this Sin itself that is our Disease is but Misunderstanding of the Art of Love of Our Lady Nuith. Yea, verily, it is all a Trick of Her Wit, and a Device of Her Delight, that Sin should appear, and also (Mark thou well!) the Misapprehension of its Nature. Therefore the Pain of any Sinner in his Division and His Separation is to Her a little Spasm of Pleasure. But as for him, let him apprehend this Doctrine, and dissolve himself in Her Love. Thou then, being Initiate and Illum…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 27

The Soldier and the Hunchback ! and ?

…eth.” I shall really be glad if a few of you will get it over, and come and sit on daddy’s knee! The first step is the hardest; make a start, and I will soon set the hunchback lion and the soldier unicorn fighting for your crown. And they shall lie down together at the end, equally glad, equally weary; while sole and sublime that crown of thine (brother !) shall glitter in the frosty Void of the abyss, its twelve stars filling that silence and solitude with a music and a motion that are more silent and more still than they; thou shalt sit thron…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 294

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… agonise, half skilled to soothe This passion ineluctable, this power Slave to its single end, to storm the tower That holdeth thee, who art Authentic Truth. O golden hawk! O lidless eye! Behold How the grey creeps upon the shuddering gold! Still I will strive! That by the striving broken I may exhaust this me! That thou mayst sweep Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep— And the unutterable word be spoken. ALEISTER CROWLEY,

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1910 · PDF PAGE 294

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… agonise, half skilled to soothe This passion ineluctable, this power Slave to its single end, to storm the tower That holdeth thee, who art Authentic Truth. O golden hawk! O lidless eye! Behold How the grey creeps upon the shuddering gold! Still I will strive! That by the striving broken I may exhaust this me! That thou mayst sweep Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep— And the unutterable word be spoken. ALEISTER CROWLEY,

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1929 · PDF PAGE 363

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ism of the wilderness was the best possible preparation for swinging over to the other extreme and feeding my soul on the refinements of art. As a critic of art I have curious qualifications. My early life left me ignorant of the existence of anything of the sort beyond Landseer's "Dignity and Impudence". I suppose I ought to have deduced the existence of art from this alone had I been an ideal logician. Such horrors imply their opposites. However, even in my emancipation I never discovered art as I did literature. It never occurred to me that …

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1961 · PDF PAGE 180

Liber Aleph

…e, crying aloud; Ay me, an such be the Fruit of thy Magick, o my Master, then let me, me also, even me, give myself utterly to this Holy Art! Then did I, becoming heavy in Spirit, make Question of her, saying: To what End? And at this was she confounded and brought into Bewilderment; but after a great While, fumbling in her Mind, made Answer, like a Scarecrow in a Field, so was it for Rags and Tatters of Thought. Thus yet more Atrabilious and Sluggard was this Liver of thy Father, so that I fell into a Gloom night unto Weeping. Then she beholdi…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 210

Liber Aleph

LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 198 Zo De Ludo Amoris (Of the Game of Love) N this Mystery of the Restraint of Art is also the Secret of Illusion. Why, sayest thou, hath not Our Lady Nuith her Will of Her Lord Hadith, and He of Her, and so all ended? But this is the Play of Her Love, that She veileth Her Beauty in the Robe of Illusion many- coloured, and evadeth Him in Sport, yea, and divorceth Him from the Embrace, weaving new Modesties and allurements in Her Dance. Now, o my Son, the full Comprehension of this Arcanum is the Fruit of Contemplation, if th…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 27

The World’s Tragedy

…re consideration I drop the Revd. C. Verey of “ Clouds without Water ” — it is only one more satire. The invention was not cowardice but art. My sympathies are entirely with the alleged author of the Quatorzains ; in a world of Winnington-Ingrams it is about the best that any one can do. At the same time, I have a foible : I should like to pro- duce ideal poetry ; poetry free from the false conditions of modern crapulence. “ Clouds without Water ” and this World’s Tragedy are mostly nonsense to a Nina Olivier or a Dorothy Lamb, those avatars of…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 440

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… which words are unfitted to express. 71. Henceforth thy way is clear right through Virya gate, the fifth one of the Seven Portals. Thou art now on the way that leadeth to the Dhyana haven, the sixth, the Bodhi Portal. 72. The Dhyana gate is like an alabaster vase, white and transparent; within there burns a steady golden fire, the flame of Pragnyé that radiates from Atmé. Thou art that vase. 118

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