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1899 · PDF PAGE 101

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…here pleasure seeks In vain a wiser happiness. And so Our whispers low Shall dim the utmost beauty of thy gaze Through moveless days And long nights equable with trancéd pleasure: So love at leisure Shall make his model of our clinging looks, And burn his books To write a new sweet volume deeper much, And frail to touch, Being the mirror of a gossamer Too soft and fair, This is the hour when all the world is sleeping ;_ The winds are keeping A lulling music on the frosty sea. The air is free,

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1913 · PDF PAGE 13

Book 4 (Part II)

…kedness." Only by experience can the student discover the ingenuity of the mind in trying o escape from control. He is perfectly safe so long as he sticks to meditation, doing no more and no less than that ' The old spelling MAGIC K has been adopted throughout in order to distinguish he Science of the Magi from all its counterfeits.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 137

Little Poems in Prose

…desire of greatness, beauty, glory, all that which makes a man be- lieve in immortality. But this miraculous girl was too lovely to live long, and some days after I had become acquainted with her she died. It was I myself that buried her, one day when the Spring swung its thurible even within cemeteries. It was I that buried her, well shut up into a bier of perfumed wood, incorruptible as are the cof- fers of India. And as my eyes remained fastened on the place wherein was buried my treasure, I saw (on a sudden) a little person who resembled th…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 228

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…I got her down at last, she clawed and scratched and bit and spat and squealed, exactly as the dying bat had done to her. It was quite a long time before I got her back to her human consciousness. It was the finest case of obsession that I had ever had the good fortune to observe. Of course it is easy to explain that in her hypersensitive condition the incident of the day had reproduced itself in a dream. She had identified herself with her assailant and mimicked his behaviour. But surely, if there be anything in Sir William Hamilton's law of p…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 21

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…rd ! THE LITANY OF SATAN. O thou, of Angels fairest and most wise, God by Fate’s treachery shorn of liturgies ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! O Prince of Exile, Sufferer of wrong, Whose vengeance, conquered, rises triply strong ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery !

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1899 · PDF PAGE 56

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…he adder none may charm. JEPHTHAH. I know it, and will not await the answer. But dawn shall see a solemn sacrifice, And solemn vows, and long swords glittering, And moving columns that shall shake the earth With firm and manly stride; and victory Most like a dove amid the altar-smoke. CHORUS. We, passing here the night in prayer, will wait And with thee offer up propitious doves, And firstling males of all the flocks of us. JEPHTHAH. Not so: but I will have you hence in haste To gather food and arms and carriages, That all our soldiers may have…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 35

Tale of Archais

…lood with poisonous vials of death, Or dooms them to the tooth and venomous breath Of foul black worms ; and on the earth to dwell For a long space, and there (most terrible !) To change her shape at times, and on her take The fierce presentment of a loathly snake

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1944 · PDF PAGE 159

The Book of Thoth

…ening the tree. This conjecture is supported by the warning in line 6: “The topmost line, divided, shows its subject exciting himself to long continuance. There will be evil.” Allowing this, the image of “the extended flame of mind”, as Zoroaster calls it, may well be subjoined to the former description. It is the True Will exploding the mind spontaneously. The influence of Taurus makes for steadiness, and that of the first decanate of Gemini for in‐ spiration. So let us picture him, “integer vitæ scelerisque purus”, a light‐shaft of the Ideal …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 259

Magick Without Tears

…ittle bit extra that brings home the bacon. It is the last attack that breaks through the enemy position. Water will never boil, however long you keep it at 99 0 C. You may find that a Pranayama cycle of 10-20-30 brings no result in months; put it up to 10-20-40, and Dhyana comes instantly . When in doubt, push just a little bit harder. You have no means of finding out what are exactly the right conditions for success in any practice; but all practices are alike in one respect; the desired result is in the nature of orgasm. I guess that's about…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 488

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…distance of the two coasts is something like four to one. The political link which joins the coast with the Middle West is very much too long to be natural; it would have snapped long ago, but for the idealistic fancies about unity. They will have to yield to the persistent hammering of fact. Secession is certain, sooner or later, but the conditions are so peculiar that to forecast its form would be an insolence to fate. The Middle West is predominantly Teutonic and Scandinavian. I found little overt sympathy with Germany for all that. Still le…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 48

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…now a captain brave and strong Shall break the fury of the thong Wherewith the sons of Ammon scourge Our country; and his war shall urge Long columns of victorious men To blackest wood and dimmest den, Wherever fugitive and slave Shall seek a refuge, find a grave; And so pursue the shattered legions

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1922 · PDF PAGE 275

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… were somebody else. When you find that you can enjoy this instead of blindly rushing to heroin for relief, you will already have gone a long way in the direction of acquiring mental control.”’ Several times during the night Lala intervened vigorously in such a way that it was impossible for us not to give her our attention. We found out later that this was part of the plan, that we were being watched for symptoms of acute disquietude, and that whenever these appeared, she interfered to prevent our dwelling on the subject. I was astonished to f…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 24

Jephthah

…e in profuse words, Not meaning all the lofty flight that fancy And the strong urgement of a tune discover. Be thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle before my hands When I would grasp your promise, and betray Your faith for fear of me. I read thy thoughts, Old man; I trust no word of thine, but these Full-hearted mourners, them will I believe Upon their oath most solemn and secure. _ But t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 126

Orpheus

…ntly in the arms divine, Caressing arms of pale Persephone, And bathed her in death’s river tenderly, Washing the whole bright body, the long limbs, The clothing hair, the face, the witchery Of all the smiling shape in the dark stream, As one who gathers the first floral beam Of daylight by the water, dives and swims Deep in cool alleys, softer than a dream: So, rising to the other bank, aglow With the bright motion and the stream’s young flow, She might discover the Elysian ground, And find me waiting, find me sad and slow Pacing the green flo…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 103

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

LONG ODDS How many million galaxies there are Who knows ? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities afar Beneath the threshold of the Infinite. How is it that with all that space to roam I should have found this mote that spins and leaps In what unutterable sunlight, foam Of what unfathomable starry deeps Who knows ? And how this thousand million souls And halfa thousand million souls of earth That swarm, all bound for unimagined goals, All pioneers of death enrolled at birth, How were they swept away before my sight,…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 103

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

LONG ODDS How many million galaxies there are Who knows ? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities afar Beneath the threshold of the Infinite. How is it that with all that space to roam I should have found this mote that spins and leaps In what unutterable sunlight, foam Of what unfathomable starry deeps Who knows ? And how this thousand million souls And halfa thousand million souls of earth That swarm, all bound for unimagined goals, All pioneers of death enrolled at birth, How were they swept away before my sight,…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 174

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…il To unveil thee. Too well I know I may not hope to impale thee On the spear of my song; my song Is thine, and thou dost not remain for long: Thou tarriest not at all, Thou guardest all men’s bale Within the web of the Mystery called Time. And so no rime Of beauty or of truth shall serve Thee, until thou shalt swerve And fall. Who shall undo the wrong? What hand shall set thee free? And who shall lend his light that it may bring An end to the light I sing? My song, my song Is blasphemy to thee, Who knowest naught, I know, of thee and me; But o…

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The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…il To unveil thee. Too well I know I may not hope to impale thee On the spear of my song; my song Is thine, and thou dost not remain for long: Thou tarriest not at all, Thou guardest all men’s bale Within the web of the Mystery called Time. And so no rime Of beauty or of truth shall serve Thee, until thou shalt swerve And fall. Who shall undo the wrong? What hand shall set thee free? And who shall lend his light that it may bring An end to the light I sing? My song, my song Is blasphemy to thee, Who knowest naught, I know, of thee and me; But o…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 31

The Mother’s Tragedy

…yself the more That I must wound you further with the truth. A double prong this poisoned poniard Snaps in our hearts. I kept the secret long. Your breath, that burns upon me, wraps me round With whirling passion, pierces through my veins With its unhallowed fire, constrains, compels, Drags out the corpse of twenty years ago From the untrusty coffin of my mind, To poison, to corrupt, to strike you there Blind with its horror. ULRIC. Leave these bitter words! They torture me with terrible suspense, And you with fear. I see by these dread looks, …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 59

The Mother’s Tragedy

…to speak. THE LEPER. Neither in heaven nor in hell. I go, The dead king, worshipping the living man. [/xiz. PACHAD. I have been a god so long, my thoughts run halt From many contemplations. Like the flow Of a slow river deep and beautiful, My even life moved onward to full scope, The ocean of profounder deity, And—suddenly—the cataract! My soul, Centered eternally upon itself, Comprehends hardly all this violence Of wayward men intemperate. I am calm, And contemplate, without a muscle moved

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