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…he silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. ButGod ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years, The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughter As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsated.
… the lone way 's red ending , and we not there to weep ! ( We found you pale and quiet , and strangely crowned with flowers , Lovely and secret as a child . You came with us , Came happily , hand in hand with the young dancing hours , High on the downs at dawn !) Void now and tenebrous , The grey sands curve before me .. . From the inland meadows , Fragrant of June and clover , floats the dark , and fills The hollow sea 's dead face with little creeping shadows , And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills . Close in the nest is folded …
…sides are the wounds of lust, Down, from the home of their auburn hair Down to the feet that we find so fair ; Where the red sword has a secret thrust Pain, and delight, and desire they share. Verily, pain ! and thy daughters trust Thou canst bid roses spring out of dust. Mingle, ye children of such a queen, Mingle, and meet, and sow never a seed ! Mingle, and tingle, and kiss, and bleed With the blood of the life of the Lampsacene, With the teeth that know never a pitiful deed But fret and foam over with kisses obscene— Mingle and weep for wha…
… soul ! Ay, they are dead and drowned (And damned, I doubt !) Ah God ! I am exhaust In the red moons holocaust ! God ! God ! The chasms secret and profound Suck down the porphyry flood Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood That maddens and bewitches. My life is suffocatednow I swoon I die ! I am in hell, red hell, red hell, Circles me closer ; all the souls afire As if the boreal moon With all the icy Lapland hags That shiver on s hibernal crags Were but a thin white shell Hoarding the seed of many a million suns, Giving its life up unto its…
…things, Laps me as ocean, wraps me round as fire ! Ye elemental sorceries of song, Surge, strenuous and strong, Seeking dead dreams, the secret of the shrine ; So that she drain my life and being up As from a golden cup, To minofle in her blood, death's kiss incarnadine. & Who cometh from the ocean as a flower ? Who blossometh above the barren sea ? Thy lotus set beneath thee for a bower. Thine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me ? O Goddess, queen, and wife ! O Lady of my life ! Who set thy stature as a wood to wave ? Whose love begat thy l…
…lf, and bring thy Star into Disaster. And this is the true Key to Dreams; see that thou be diligent in its Use, and unlock therewith the secret Chambers of thine Heart. t
6 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Monstrous desires of secret things Upon their worshippers, from wings One lucent web of light, from head One labyrinthine passion-fed Palace of love, from breathing rife With secrets of forbidden life. But not the sunlight, nor the stars, Nor any light but theirs alone, Nor iron masteries of Mars, Nor Saturn’s misconceiving zone, Nor any planet’s may be shone, Within the circle of the grove, Where burn the sanctities of love : Nor may the foot of man be known, Nor evil eyes of mothers thrown On maidens that desire the kiss…
…hat mingle yet In this ; the mighty-moulded lyre Of many stars still strikes above Chords of the mastery of love. This subtle fire, this secret flame, Flashes between us as she goes Beyond the night, beyond the Name, Back to her unsubstantial snows ; Cold, glittering, intense, the same Now, yesterday, for aye ! she glows No woman of my mystic bed ; A star, far off, forgotten, dead. Only to me looks out for ever From her cold eyes a fire like death ; Only to me her breasts can never Lose the red brand that quickeneth ;
I. Nu! the hiding of Hadit'. 2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not ex- tended, and Khabs is the name of my House. 3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found. 4. Yet she shall be known and I never. 5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this knowledge go aright. 6. I am the flame that burns in every'heart of man, and in…
…, a swan Stately and splendid upon The lake that was waste and wan ! Oh now ! let thy rage interrupt My mischievous petulant smile Whose secret is hot and corrupt, Leers loose at the lips and is vile ! Tear off the virginal wreath ! Tear it with tigerish teeth ! Then, oh the sword to its sheath ! Thine anger is redder and rougher ; Thou huntest with thyrsus and thong. Ah God ! it is I that must suffer, For thee tis enough to be strong. Strike ! ere libation be spilt. Home ! through the grace of the gilt. Stab ! to the hilt ! to the hilt !
…; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear! O moon! O secret sweet! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses! Is it a wonder, then, If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout! Let him pierce his God to the marrow! Let the soul of his God flow out! Whether a snake or a sun In his horosco…
…; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear! O moon! O secret sweet! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses! Is it a wonder, then, If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout! Let him pierce his God to the marrow! Let the soul of his God flow out! Whether a snake or a sun In his horosco…
I. Nu! the hiding of Hadit'. 2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not ex- tended, and Khabs is the name of my House. 3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found. 4. Yet she shall be known and I never. 5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this knowledge go aright. 6. I am the flame that burns in every'heart of man, and in…
…e Sangraal, life and rapture, Wine’s and Blood’s! e The Lion‐Serpent begets Gods! Thy throne The rampant Beast, our Lady Babalon! i Most secret seed of all Life’s serpent plan, Virgin, the Hermit goes, dumb Guardian. k Sped by its energies triune, the Wheel Of Fortune spins: its Axle’s immobile.
…its old sleepy fragrance lull thee now. Yet madden thee in brain and sense and soul, Mixing success with infinite despair. So ; take our secret back to sleep with us :— And in that sleep I know that thou wilt choose The fact, and leave the dream, and so disdain These far-off splendours, catch the nearer joy. Take squalid kisses, banish crested love Intangible. Delights it thee, my friend. To reach the summits unattained before. And stumble on their snows ? Thine old desire Was just to touch the mere impalpable. To formulate the formless. Otherw…
…e Orders to recombine and centralize their activi evenas white light, divided ina prism, may be recomposed. It embodies the whole of the secret knowledge of all Oriental Orders; and its chiefs are initiates of the highest rank, and recognized as such by all capable of such recog nition in every country in the world. In more remote times, the O. T. O. included such men as Fohi Laotze Siddartha Krishna Tahuti Ankh.fenckhonsu Herakles Orpheus Odysseus Vergilius Catullus Martialis Apollonius Tyanaeus ‘Simon Magus Manes Basilides Valentinus Bardesan…
…ands That are the wall of that most monstrous world About.whose pillars Behemoth is curled, About whose gates Leviathan is strong, Whose secret terror sweetens not for song. The hoarse loud roar of gulphs of raging brine That break in foam and fire on that divine Cliff-base, is smothered in the misty air, And no sound penetrates them, save a rare Music of sombre motion, swaying slow. The sky above is one dark indigo Voiceless and deep, no light is hard within To shame love's lips and rouse the silky skin
…rs, and drink of that lustral dew: I will return, my brothers, when I have seen God face to face, and read within those eternal eyes the secret that shall make you free. END OF your lips, and flowers upon your eyes, and a sword in your hearts, and ye also shall see God face to face. Thus shall we give back its youth to the world, for like tongues of triple flame we shall brood upon the Great Deep— Hail unto the Lords of the Groves of Eleusis ! VOL. IIT.
…etters O. T. O. represent the words Ordo Templi Orientis (Order of the Temple of the Orient, or Oriental Templars), but they have also a secret meaning for initiates, 4- The Order is international, and has existing branches in every civilized country of the world. 7
…s the mean body, prey to all distemperature ? Yet, mortal, in the Light and Way Divine, Gird on the armour of the Holy One: Seek out the secret of the inmost shrine, Strong in the might and spirit of the sun. Arise, arise, arise, Give passage to mine eyes, Ye airs, ye veils; ye bucklers of the Snake! I knew the deepest cells, Where the foul spirit dwells; Called to the dead, the drowsed, arise ! awake! Their dark profoundest thought Was less than She I sought, It was as nought! I drew my soul, I dived beneath the burning lake. Thrice, in the va…