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… ; where shall I find A wise Olympas and a lover kind To teach my mouth to sing some secret sin, Faint, fierce, and horrible, to tune my mind, And on a reed Better beloved to bid me discourses at his need ? 2 6
… of a devil! But I will mock her With cunning design In my malice lock her. The doom is divine! MEDEA. Ai! Ai! This rankles sorely in my mind
Aleister Crowley . PERDURABO . TXILE from humankind ! The snow 's fresh flakes Are warmer than men 's hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathizes , but awakes No answering love or pity. What a pang Hath this strange solitude to aggravate The self-abasement and the blows of Fate ! No snake of hell hath so severe a fang ! I am not lower than all men — I feel Too keenly . Yet my place is not above ; Though I have this — unalterable Love In every fibre . I am crucified Apart on a lone burning crag of s…
…rs is the only female writer of short stories of the present day." She is in truth one of the ten million, her heart is their heart, her mind their mind, and consequently her thoughts their thoughts. She will soon be acclaimed as a popular author. lt is refreshing indeed to find somebody writing direct from the heart without in any way striving after originality, Excepting as to their length, these stories do not in any manner resemble those of Baudelaire. Buuco. THE (?םיחOF LIGHT. By W. L. GEORGE. Constable, ös. A VERY adequate and even thoroug…
…rs is the only female writer of short stories of the present day." She is in truth one of the ten million, her heart is their heart, her mind their mind, and consequently her thoughts their thoughts. She will soon be acclaimed as a popular author. lt is refreshing indeed to find somebody writing direct from the heart without in any way striving after originality, Excepting as to their length, these stories do not in any manner resemble those of Baudelaire. Buuco. THE (?םיחOF LIGHT. By W. L. GEORGE. Constable, ös. A VERY adequate and even thoroug…
THE IMPORTANCE OF GREETINGS 151 "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law" to spring to the forefront of the mind when one is introduced to a stranger, or comes down to breakfast, or hears the telephone bell, or observes the hour of the adoration, (these are to be the superficial reactions, like instinctively rising when a lady enters the room) or, at the other end, in moments of immediate peril, or of sudden apprehension, or when in one's meditation, one approaches the deepest strata. One need not be dogmatic about the use of these spec…
…ephesh? For the organism has now been brought to perfect harmony in all its parts. The Adept has a strong, healthy, vigorous body, and a mind no less perfect; he is a very different person from the feeble emasculate cabbage-chewing victim of anzemia, with its mind which has gained what it calls emancipation by for- getting how to think. Little as it ever knew! Not in such may one find the true Adept. Read Liber Legis, Chap. II., verse 24, and learn where to look for hermits. 55. A sense of pride would mar the work. Aye, build it strong, lest th…
By mindless Law? Their death-embrace A simple accident of space? Vv. Where is thy fame, when million leagues Of flaming gas absorb the roll Of many a system ruinous hurled With infinite pains and dire fatigues To build another stupid soul For fools to call another world? Where then thy fame, O soul sublime? Where then thy victory over Time? Vi. Wilt thou seek deeper than the fact? Take refuge in a city of mind? Build thee an house, and call it heaven? Rush on! there foams the cataract, Blind steersman leader of the blind, Sole devil herald of t…
Incalculably small, its closest cluster Mere milky lustre Staining the infinite darkness! Base and blind Our minion mind Seeks a great light, a light sufficient, light Insufferably bright, So hidden for an hour: imagining This vast vain thing, We call it God, and Father. Empty hand And prayer unplanned Stretch fatuous to the void. Ah! men my friends, What fury sends This folly to intoxicate your hearts? Dread air disparts Your vital ways from these unsavoury follies, Black melancholies Sit straddled on your bended backs. The throne Of the unkno…
…ks and no more clay. The dust thrown up around Him In cycles whirled and twined, Dim sparks that fled and found Him Like mist beyond the mind. The universe was peopled then With little gods, and men. In that ecstatic whirling He saw not nor . . . I09
… heareth naught, he heedeth naught. Come, we are safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind! 201
… heareth naught, he heedeth naught. Come, we are safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind! 201
…ith fair symmetric 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
…ith fair symmetric 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
…ledge , in fact, half the pleasure is lost in not understanding these poems , and a false idea of an attempt to “ flummox ” the reader's mind arises . A mystery is simply an unanswered riddle . If to a person who knows not a single word of Urdu , I use such expressions as “ suar," " sala , ” “ bahinchut ,” they to his mind will be entirely sterile of meaning ; but not so , however , to the initiated , who would highly appre ciate them (unless applied to himself ) . Such use of words appears only absurd to those who fail to under stand their mea…
… most violent and divine passions are those between people of utterly unharmonious natures. But now I would have you to know that in the mind are no such limitations in respect of species as prevent a man fall- ing in love with an inanimate object, or anidea. For to him that is in any wise advanced upon the Way of Meditation it appears that all objects save the One Object are distasteful, even as appeared formerly in respect of his chance wishes to the Will. So therefore all objects must be grasped by the mind, and heated in the sevenfold furna…
… a doctor won't attend his own family, and I can see coldly and clearly like a drowning man that when- ever the idea of H. comes into my mind, I begin to think hysterically and come to the most idiotic con- clusions; and heroin has twined itself about my life so closely that everything is connected with it one way or another. My mind is obsessed by the thought of the drug. Sometimes it’s a weird ecstasy, sometimes a dreadful misgiving. “Not thirst in the brain black-bitten In the soul more sorely smitten ! One dare not think of the worst! Beyon…
…OUT TEARS possibility and therefore one facet of Truth. "Rest" is an idea: so immobility is one of the moving states. A certain state of mind is (almost by definition) "eternal," yet it most assuredly begins and ends. And so on for ever-I fear it would be nugatory, pleonastic (and oh! several other lovely long adjectives!) to try to guard you from these hydra-headed and protean booby-traps; you must tackle them yourself as they arise, and deal with them as best you can; always remembering that often enough you cannot tell which is you and which…
…et of her hands ! How dainty and airy ! How perfect, how kind ! How bright in her thoughts ! How subtle, refined, The least light of her mind ! Let me approach ! O fear ! O sorrow ! I fear to encroach. Scree-king, I borrow Thy frown, thy pride, Thy magical targe. To her side I glide, To the mystical marge Of this lake enchaunted.
…t sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that is. The golden prime is past— Aye! but a nobler gain is ours at last Who see man weary, but within our span The perfect promise of the overman. oo