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…le Miss Muffett unquestionably represents Malkah; for she is unmarried. She is seated upon a "tuffet"; id est, she is the unregen- erate soul upon Tophet, the pit of hell. And she eats curds and whey, that is, not the pure milk of the mother, but milk which has undergone decomposition. But who is the spider? Verily herein is a venerable arcanum con- noted! Like all insects, the spider represents a demon. But why a spider? Who is this spider " who taketh hold with her hands, and is in King's Palaces "? The name of this spider is Death. It is the…
1929 · PDF PAGE 3
… the other. What if I told you my story? There is no one here but ourselves. He glared menacingly at Bevan, seemed to seek to read his soul. Are you a man to be trusted? he barked, and broke off short. At another time Bevan would most certainly have declined to become the confidant of a stranger; but here the solitude, the heat, not a little boredom induced by the previous manner of his companion, and even a cer- tain mistrust of how he might take a refusal, combined to elicit a favourable reply. Stately as an oak, Bevan answered, I was bo…
1901 · PDF PAGE 30
…. May God forbid that thou should rail on Him! Leave me a little to my torment yet, That I may quell the host of devil forms That eat my soul up, many torturing, And one—ah! one accurséd beyond all— Soothing! O heart of Jesus, bleed with mine! [Kuneels towards East. See, see! I seek Thee on maternal knees ! Conceive Her pangs that bore Thee, when her shame Devoured Her, with no memory of love— As mine, as mine! O bitter memories! [4 fause. ULRIC. Tell me, dear friend! anxiety and love Are like to kill me. Tell me in three words. CORA, slowly an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 131
…e colour and one form With the dark leaves ; but warm And capable of some diviner air. Her limbs were bare, her face supremely fair, Her soul one shapely splendour, Her voice indeed as tender As very silence : so he would not speak, But let his being fade : that all the past Grew shadowy and weak, And lost its life at last, Being mere dream to this that was indeed Life : and some utter need Of this one’s love grew up in him : he knew The spirit of that dew In his own soul ; and this indeed was love. The faint girl bent above With fixed eyes clo…
1961 · PDF PAGE 20
…ot so; for by a peculiar Ordinance of Heaven, and a Disposition occult within his Mine, is every Man protected from this Loss of his own Soul, until and unless he be by Choronzon disintegrated and dispersed beyond power of Will to repair; as when the Conflict within him, rending and burning, hath made his Mind utterly desert, and his Soul Madness. Give Ear, give Ear attentively; the Will is not lost; though it be buried beneath a life-old midden of Repressions, for it persisteth vital within thee (is it not the true Motion of thine inmost Being…
1996 · PDF PAGE 185
…terton, The Flying Inn (1914), ch. 17.] 61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra’s seat, lightening the girders of the soul. Commentary: Note that Heru-ra-ha is not merely a particu lar form of Ra, but the God enthroned in Ra’s seat. That is, His Kingdom on earth is temporary, as explained in verse 34. And he is here conceived as the Hierophant, “lightening the girders of the soul”, that is, bringing man to initiation. These “girders” imply the skeletal structure on which the soul is supported, the conditions of its incarnati…
1913 · PDF PAGE 49
KE®AAH AE VENUS OF MILO Life is as ugly and necessary as the female body. Death is as beautiful and necessary as the male body. The soul is beyond male and female as it is beyond Life and Death. Even as the Lingam and the Yoni are but diverse developments of One Organ, so also
1901 · PDF PAGE 109
… tantalise the lip, The sudden shame of her is overthrown! O maiden of the spirit of the wheat, One ripening sunbeam thrills thee to the soul, Electric from red mane to amber feet! The blue skies focus, as a burning bow], The restless passion of the universe Into our mutual anger and distress, To be forbidden (the Creator’s curse) To comprehend the other’s loveliness. We cannot grasp the ecstasy of this; Only we strain and struggle and renew The utter bliss of the unending kiss, The mutual pang that shudders through and through, Repeated and re…
1913 · PDF PAGE 189
…ation. See "Science and Buddhism,' Crowley, Coll. Works, Vol. II, for a full account. Malka/i. A young girl. The "bride." The unredeemed soul. Malkuth. "The kingdom," loth "emanation" of the Absolute. Mantrayoga. A practice to attain union with God by repetition of a sacred sentence. .Master of the Temple. One of grade 8" — 3". Fully discussed in Equinox. Microcosvi. Man, considered as an exact image of the Universe. Nephesch. The "animal soul"' of man. .\etzach. Victory, the 7th "emanation" of the Absolute. \ibbana. The state called, for want …
1919 · PDF PAGE 267
… She returns to the West. *K on PRIEST with open hand doth she make, over his forehead, breast, and body. Be the PRIEST pure of body and soul! The Priestess takes the censer from the child, and places it on the small altar. She puts incense therein. Let the Fire and the Air make sweet the world! (Genu- flects.) Father, be thou adored. She returns West, and makes * with the censer be- fore the PRIEST, thrice as before. Be the PRIEST fervent of body and soul! (The children resume their weapons as they are done with.) The DEacon now takes the cons…
1898 · PDF PAGE 58
…Friends! [Aszde.] Stay—Is this a tempter voice that soothes My conscience? Art thou that Leviathan, Thou lipless monster, gnashing at my soul Abominable teeth? Art thou the fiend WhomI have seen in sleep, and waking served? O horrible distortion of all truth That I must serve thee still. Thy word’s a lie, That if I keep my silence, I do good To her, the milk-white virgin sacrifice, And only smite the bloody father down! A lie, Isay! A lie! Yet—dare I speak, Those eyes upon me, torturing my soul And threatening revenge? His fingers gross, Purple…
1901 · PDF PAGE 47
…m death to reap dominion, and from birth To pluck the blossom of its fruitful love, And be the sun to ripen and the rain To water it. My soul became the bride To its own body, and my body leapt With passion from mine own Imperial loins Begotten, and made strong from my own soul To answer it. I hail thee, son of mine, _ Cc
1901 · PDF PAGE 133
…yer, as incense teems Skyward, to those immeasurable streams ! Breathe the creative Sign upon my mouth That even the body may become the soul : Cry, as the chained Eagle of the South, “ A house of death,” and make my spirit whole ! Touch with pure balm the five mysterious wounds ! Come ! come away ! but not your mighty sounds ! O wind of all the world ! O silent river ! O sea of seas ! O flower of all the flowers ! O fire ! O spirit ! Beam thou on for ever Through æons of illimitable hours ! Kiss thou my forehead, let thy tender breath Woo me t…
1901 · PDF PAGE 84
72 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Love is the lotus that is sickly sweet, That makes men drunken, and betrays their feet : Beauty, the sacred lotus : let me say The word, and make my purity complete. The whole is mine, and shall I keep a part ? O Beauty, I must see thee as thou art ! Then on my withered gaze that Beauty grew— Rosy quintessence of alchemic dew ! The Self-informing Beauty ! In my heart The many were united : and I knew. Smitten by Beauty down I fell as dead— So strikes the sunlight on a miner’s head. Blind, stricken, crushed ! That vast eff…
1905 · PDF PAGE 85
…ove the tempest, where a lonely avenue Leads from the wan moon’s image, shadowy in the air, Waning, half hidden from the sun—and yet her soul is there. So stand I looking ever down to the rolling sea, Breast-heaves of a sleeping mother, spouse of Eternity : The dark deep ocean mother, that another hath reviled, Calling her bitter and barren—and am I not her child ? O mother sea, O beautiful, more excellent than earth, How is thy travail understood, except thou give me birth ? O waves of death, O saltness, O sorrow manifold ! I see beneath thy d…
1909 · PDF PAGE 56
…e them mast ; Break wind, and cali upon the Holy Ghost. ~ Yet I abide; for who is Pan is all. He hath no refuge in deceitful death. What soul is immanent may never fall; What soul is Breath can never fail of breath. The pity and the terror and the yearning Of this my silence and my solitude Are broken by the blazing and the burning Of this dread majesty, this million-hued Brilliance that coruscates its jetted fire Into the infinite aether; this austere And noble countenance set fast in dire And royal wrath, this awful face of fear Before whose …
1913 · PDF PAGE 102
…Bunting ! Daddy 's gone a-hunting. He 's gone to get a rabbit-skin To wrap my Baby Bunting in. This is a mystical charge to the new-born soul to keep still, to remain steadfast in meditation ; for, in Bye^ Beth is the letter of thought, Yod that of the Hermit. It tells the soul that the Father of All will clothe him about with His own majestical silence. For is not the rabbit he " who lay low and said nuffin ' "? Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man ! Bake me a cake as fast as you can ! Pat it and prick it and mark it with P ! Bake it in the ove…
1904 · PDF PAGE 19
WHY JESUS WEPT 5 He was the bravest soul man ever met In court or camp or solitude — then why Stands his pale forehead in an icy sweat ? He mutters in his beard this rune awry : “ There lives no soul undrugged that feareth not to die.” Lo ! were it otherwise, mere banishment, I deem he had feared more ! He had an heir. This was a boy of strength with ardour blent, High hope embowered in a body fair. Him had he watched with eager eye, aware Of misery occult in youth, awake At the first touch of the diviner air Of manhood, that could bane and ble…
1905 · PDF PAGE 143
…f dim precision lost for long The grace and grandeur of the song! Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken ? By whom, O love, my soul is subtly stricken? O Love, O Love, I linger On the dear word and know not any meaning, Nor why I chant; there is a whisper weaning My soul from depths I knew to depths I guess, Centred in two words only: ‘“‘ Love” and “ Yes.” What lyrist’s gentle finger Strikes out a note, a key, a chord unheard of? What voice intones a song I know no word of ? Who am I, Love, and where? What is the wonder of this troubl…
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
…be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In light and dark still shall the silent river Bear on my soul, my soul shall bear for ever.