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…e of retreat and prayer, Of fasting and of vigilance, We pierce beyond to brilliance. For all the blessed blood that poured Out of Thine heart at sorrow’s sword Is borne in GOD’s cherubic cars About the sky to make us stars. We in the world of woe who stray Lift up our hearts to Thee and pray : Turn all our pain to virgin might, And all our sorrow into light ! Amen. T 29
… tedious pleasure. I look toward the great event, To Mary’s bliss, the starry treasure. I scourge my body till the blood Pours from this heart that hateth light, Mix with its tide Thy crystal flood ! O Mary, cleanse Thine acolyte ! Accept this offering of pain ! Receive Thy neophyte’s devotion, Till to Thy peace he rise again, O star of love on sorrow’s ocean ! Amen. B 59
…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 violently. 24
…u the ruler of the rod That beneath thy clasp extends To the galaxies of God From the gulph where ocean ends, Cave of dragon, ruby rose, Heart of hell, garden-close, 235
…u the ruler of the rod That beneath thy clasp extends To the galaxies of God From the gulph where ocean ends, Cave of dragon, ruby rose, Heart of hell, garden-close, 235
… Gods thy guide! Go and assail him ! MINOS. Stay, The Queen of Hell! ALACUS. That way Leads to the light of day. RHADAMANTHUS. A woman’s heart may yearn, To a man’s love may turn. MINOS. Should she, the ravished, spurn A man whose love is reft? ZEACUS. Meadows and flowers she left To Him—O bosom cleft With a wife’s loss !—a wife. RHADAMANTHUS., Too doubtful is the strife. MINOs. Yet go! perchance to life. ZEACUS. Go! and the Gods above Guard thee, O soul of love! RHADAMANTHUS, I doubt me much thereof, ORPHEUS, Ah me! I find ye but ill counsello…
…s rapture, but rouse himself to make the relation submit to analysis, to render it in rational terms, and thereby enlighten his mind and heart in a sense as superior to fanatical enthusiasm as Beethoven’s music is to West African war-drums. Section Gg. The adept should hâve realised that his Act of Union with the angel implies (i) the death of his old mind save in so far as his unconscious éléments preserve its memory when they absorb it, and (2) the death of his unconscious elementa themselves. But their death is rather a going forth to renew …
ORACLES 30 Thou art not cold, but bitter is thy burning cry to me. My tiny heart were fitter for a mortal than for thee. But I cast away the mortal, and I choose the tortured way, And I stand before thy portal, and my face is cold and grey. Thou lovest me with a love more terrible than death; But thou art in the above, and my wings feel no wind’s breath. ) Thou art all too fierce and calm, too bitter and sweet, alas ! Thou weavest a cruel charm on my soul that is as glass. I know thee not, who art naked; I le be- neath thy feet Who hast called …
XXI. In every 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 …
… 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
…run From moonlight to the self-lit sun. Darkly as in a glass we gaze And lose ourselves in pious praise. How then when risen and pure of heart In heaven we see Thee as Thou art ? O let the film of earth and sin Each day by love grow clear and thin ! O let Thy worship done aright Prepare us for the eternal Light ! Amen. A 39
…whose fires depart, who drivest down the sky thy car : Nowit asali fardh salat al maghrab allahu akbar. I praise Thee, God, whose purple heart is hidden in the abyss afar : Nowit asali fardh salat al asha allahu akbar.
…e of retreat and prayer, Of fasting and of vigilance, We pierce beyond to brilliance. For all the blessed blood that poured Out of Thine heart at sorrow’s sword Is borne in GOD’s cherubic cars About the sky to make us stars. We in the world of woe who stray Lift up our hearts to Thee and pray : Turn all our pain to virgin might, And all our sorrow into light ! Amen. T 29
…c line. And lo! the grain of wit I lack— This Beast is Master of Design. So studying each twisted print In this mirific mind of mine, My heart may happen on a hint.” Thus as the seeker after gold Eagerly chases grain or glint, 61
…greus, that is celebrated upon the holy mountain of Kithairon. And this is the secret of the brothers of the Rosy Cross; and this is the heart of the ritual that is accomplished in the Vault of the Adepts that is hidden in the Mountain of the Caverns, even the Holy Mountain Abiegnus. And this is the meaning of the Supper of the Passover, the spilling of the blood of the Lamb being a ritual of the Dark Brothers, for they have sealed up the Pylon with blood, lest the Angel of Death should enter therein. Thus do they shut themselves off from the c…
… but the servants of Babylon, that understand, and they that are without under- standing, his servants. Behold! it entereth not into the heart, nor into the mind of man to conceive this matter; for the sickness of the body is death, and the sickness of the heart is despair, and the sick- ness of the mind is madness. But in the outermost Abyss is sickness of the aspiration, and sickness of the will, and sickness 89
196 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST And now [live in Him; my heart may trace the years In drops of virginal blood and springs of virginal tears. I love you now again with an undivided song. Because I can never love you, I cannot do you wrong. I saw in your dying embraces the birth of a new embrace ; In the tears of your pitiful faces, another Holier Face. Unknowing it, undesiring, your lips have led me higher ; You have taught me purer songs that your. souls did not desire ; You have led me through your chambers, where the secret bolt was drawn, T…
…tar? I have gone whither thou goest, bitterly followed afar, Have I 1 A secret Order, probably established by Crowley himself, Buried my heart in thy sorrow, cast down my soul at thy knees. Thou, thou hast left me no morrow. Days and desires, what are these? Nay, I have torn from my breast passion and love and despair : Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there ; Sleep that awaits me in vain: I have done with the hope of things ; Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me, and lost their stings. Only abides there a hollow, void a…
…TYLE OF A.C. 285 deadly, no poison more pernicious , no seduction more subtle than Spiritual Pride; it strikes, being solar, at the very heart of the Aspirant; more, it is an inflation and exacerbation of the Ego, so that its victim runs the peril of straying into a Black Lodge, and finding himself at home there. Against this risk we look to our insurance; there are two infallible: Common Sense and the Sense of Humour. To this rule there is, as usual with rules, an exception. Some states of mind are of the same structure as poetry, where the "o…
4 ARGONAUTAE Or quiet and dumb To the heart of the dwelling? Silently striding, Whispering terror Into their ears; Watching, abiding, Madness and error, Brooder of fears! Thus will I bring Black Ares to honour, Draw the black sting Of the serpent upon her! How foolish to fight With the warrior God Who brings victory bright Or defeat with a nod, Who standeth to smite With a spear and a rod! Here is the woman, Thinking no evil, Wielding the human By might of a devil! But I will mock her With cunning design In my malice lock her. The doom is divin…