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THE VISION AND THE VOICE And Satan is worshipped by men under the name of Jesus; and Lucifer is worshipped by men under the name of Brahma; and Leviathan is worshipped by men under the name of Allah; and Belial is worshipped by men under the name of Buddha. (This is the meaning of the passage in Liber Legis, Chap. III.) Moreover, there is Mary, a blasphemy against BABALON, for she hath shut herself up; and therefore is she the Queen of all those wicked devils that walk upon the earth, those that thou sawest even as little black specks that stai…
1912 · PDF PAGE 75
XXVI Srr PaLaMEDE the Saracen Hath gotten him a swift canoe, Paddled by stalwart South Sea men. They cleave the oily breasts of blue, Straining toward the westering disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ …
1910 · PDF PAGE 33
24 AMBERGRIS FROM MYSTERIES Perdurabo Exile from humankind ! The snows fresh flakes Are warmer than mens hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathises, 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 that so severe a fang ! I am not lower than all menI feel Too keenly. Yet my place is not above, Though I have thisunalterable Love In every fibre. I am crucified Apart on a long burning crag of stee…
1912 · PDF PAGE 28
…ede the Saracen Within its hermitage may hold. At last he cometh to a den Perched high upon the savage scaur, Remote from every haunt of men, From every haunt of life afar. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
1898 · PDF PAGE 22
…ive 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 once grow warm, my lips to touch. 2 2
1899 · PDF PAGE 208
186 MYSTERIES: PERDURABO. XILE 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 steel, Tortured, ca…
1910 · PDF PAGE 28
…there if anywhere. Let me seduce the boys of England, and the oldsters may totter unconverted to their graves. Then these boys, becoming men, may bring about the new heaven and the new earth. You are not a Crowleian till you can say fervently “ Yes, thank God, I am an atheist.” For the ’ transvaluation of all values ’ must yet again take place, when those are all dead and damned who have forced us into the painful position we now occupy. The “ man-eating beasts because of whom we dare not love thee ”, once gone, we can revive the true cultus of…
1913 · PDF PAGE 85
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…
1910 · PDF PAGE 445
XXVI Srr PaLaMEDE the Saracen Hath gotten him a swift canoe, Paddled by stalwart South Sea men. They cleave the oily breasts of blue, Straining toward the westering disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ …
1910 · PDF PAGE 445
XXVI Srr PaLaMEDE the Saracen Hath gotten him a swift canoe, Paddled by stalwart South Sea men. They cleave the oily breasts of blue, Straining toward the westering disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ …
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
MEN STYLE HIM LORD OF TAO, YET HE HATH NONE TO LORD. HID MOTIVE HE OF ALL THAT BE : ENOUGH FOR HIS REWARD ! HE THAT CAN COMPREHEND THIS DOCTRINE MAY TRANSMIT THIS SACRED TAO TO MEN THAT VOW THEMSELVES TO FATHOM IT. II. LAO KUN THE MASTER SAID : THE ADEPT IN SKILL OF SOUL HATH NEVER AN AIM ; THE BUNGLERS SHAME IS THAT HE GROPES A GOAL. WHO MOST POSSESS THE TEH CONCEAL THEIR MAGICK POWER ; WHO LEAST POSSESS EXERT THEIR STRESS SEVEN TIMES IN EVERY HOUR. THESE, WHO CLING FAST TO POWERS, WHO GUARD THEM, AND DISPLAY THEIR MAGICK ARTTHEY ARE NOT PAR…
1961 · PDF PAGE 127
…t, as song is, the Music proper to that Motion, according to the Law. Thus, as thy Cousin Arthur Machen hath rejoiced to make plain unto Men in his Book called Hieroglyphics, the first Quality of Art is its Ekstacy. So, night to all Men at one Time or other, cometh Joy of Creation, with the Belief that their Utterance is holy and beautiful, glorious with Banners. This would indeed be the Case, an we could discern their Thought from their Words; but because they have no technical Skill to express hemselves, the do not enable others to reproduc…
1910 · PDF PAGE 398
…ede the Saracen Within its hermitage may hold. At last he cometh to a den Perched high upon the savage scaur, Remote from every haunt of men, From every haunt of life afar. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
1910 · PDF PAGE 398
…ede the Saracen Within its hermitage may hold. At last he cometh to a den Perched high upon the savage scaur, Remote from every haunt of men, From every haunt of life afar. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
1909 · PDF PAGE 9
EDITORIAL It is four hundred and seventy-seven years since the trouble in the Monastery. There were assembled many holy men from every part of the civilised world, learned doctors, princes of the Church, bishops, abbots, deans, all the wisdom of the world ; for the Question was important—how many teeth were there in a horse’s mouth. For many days the debate swung this way and that, as Father was quoted against Father, Gospel against Epistle, Psalm against Proverb; and the summer being hot, and the shade of the monastery gardens pleasant, a youn…
1909 · PDF PAGE 9
EDITORIAL It is four hundred and seventy-seven years since the trouble in the Monastery. There were assembled many holy men from every part of the civilised world, learned doctors, princes of the Church, bishops, abbots, deans, all the wisdom of the world ; for the Question was important—how many teeth were there in a horse’s mouth. For many days the debate swung this way and that, as Father was quoted against Father, Gospel against Epistle, Psalm against Proverb; and the summer being hot, and the shade of the monastery gardens pleasant, a youn…
1930 · PDF PAGE 58
…royally run, To spring sunshine through winter storm. Glory and worship be to Thee, Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree! FIRST SEMICHORUS: MEN. Glory to thee from Gilded Tomb. SECOND SEMICHORUS: WOMEN. Glory to thee from Waiting Womb. MEN. Glory to Thee from earth unploughed! WOMEN. Glory to thee from virgin vowed! MEN. Glory to thee, true Unity Of the Eternal Trinity! WOMEN. Glory to thee, thou sire and dam And Self of I am that I am! — 358
1905 · PDF PAGE 125
…ys assuage A gathering gladness at the thought of sleep. Never in all the archives, scroll on scroll, Reaching from aeons wrote they “ Women weep, Men hate, the children suffer.” In the place Where men most walked a table of fine brass Was set on marble, with an iron style That all might carve within that golden space If one grief came—and still the people pass, And since the city first began None wrote one word thereon till one—a man Witty in spite of happiness—wrote there : “ I grieve because the tablet is so fair And still stands bare, There…
1905 · PDF PAGE 114
…m Him glancing, Lord Shiva went and came. The dancing of His feet was heard And was the final word. He danced the measure golden On dead men . . . His Saints and Rishis olden, The yogins that . . . He trampled them to dust and they Were sparks 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
1910 · PDF PAGE 41
… could I fight an English election ? How would my chiefs in the army look at it, when it came to the actual point of choosing one of two men for promotion ? What price that fat tutor- ship ? There are dozens of weak innocent fools in Lon- don at this hour who, making these reflections, paid the first fatal moderate demand. There are dozens of strong-minded men who have come to the conclusion that they may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, especially as the former is real, and the latter imaginary, and so a posteriori turned their thought…