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… ecstatic joys are sent : Thy secret worship shall inspire Our hearts with His devoted fire. O mother, to Thy house of death We fly from life’s deceitful breath. O star of love upon the sea, We sail to Thee—we sail to Thee ! Amen. O 9
THE LOOKING -GLASS 29 The work is finished , and the Night rolled back ! I am the rising Sun of Life and Light , The Glory of the Shining of the Dawn ! I am Osiris ! I the Lord of Life Triumphant over death O Sorrow , Sorrow , Sorrow of the World ! 1 That such similarities as we have pointed out above show Aleister Crowley to be a copyist , must be far from the minds of all his readers . Youth most certainly tends towards certain ideals , and frequently results in a definite hero - worship ; but genius cannot be bound for long ; it will eventua…
…rt Thou? THOMAS [opening the door). Mr. Todd. [Enter tovp. caRR [rising]. How are you? I’m afraid you find me distracted! Listen: all my life I have sought—nor counted the cost—for the secret of things. Science is baffled, for Knowledge hath no wings! Religion is baffled, for Faith hath no feet! Life itself—of what value is all this coil and tumult? Who shall give me the secret? What is the secret ? [ropp whispers in his ear. Why, thanks, thanks! What a fool I have been! I have always known who you were, of course, but how could I guess you had…
…rt Thou? THOMAS [opening the door). Mr. Todd. [Enter tovp. caRR [rising]. How are you? I’m afraid you find me distracted! Listen: all my life I have sought—nor counted the cost—for the secret of things. Science is baffled, for Knowledge hath no wings! Religion is baffled, for Faith hath no feet! Life itself—of what value is all this coil and tumult? Who shall give me the secret? What is the secret ? [ropp whispers in his ear. Why, thanks, thanks! What a fool I have been! I have always known who you were, of course, but how could I guess you had…
…ew bedims Their quivering skins : lip fastened unto lip : Whole soul and body frenzied meet and clip ; And the breath staggers , and the life - blood swims ! Terrible gods chant black demoniac hymns As the frail cords of honour strain and slip . For in the midst of that tremendous tide The mighty vigour of a god was mine ! Drunk with desire , her lamentations died . The dove gave place a moment to the swine ! Rapturous draughts of madness ! Out she sighed Uttermost life's love , and became a bride .? Not like Adam and Eve , however , did they t…
…an ; No son that she bore Her spirit might scan ; But I, being born beyond Nature, have known her and yet am a man. Ye fieriest flowers, Life-stream of the world, In passionate bowers Of mystery curled, ct 33
…R Nay ! the star is cruciform. IST NYMPH Thus the holy cross is cloven From Pan’s purpose purple-woven. Even for centuries nine and ten, Life of women — death of men ! In that sinister sad star Men shall bear the upright bar, Hanged for honesty and truth, Wisdom, courage, love, or youth. Women bear the cross-bar, living In the filth beyond believing. Svelte or buxom, fair or dark, Go to the maw of the greedy shark
… ecstatic joys are sent : Thy secret worship shall inspire Our hearts with His devoted fire. O mother, to Thy house of death We fly from life’s deceitful breath. O star of love upon the sea, We sail to Thee—we sail to Thee ! Amen. O 9
…therhood, and all the emotional subtleties of the desire for children. PENDER AMONG THE RESIDENTS Forrest Reid This is an episode in the life of Rex Pender, who inherited and came to live at Ballycastle. It is the story of the curious spiritual experience which came to him there. It is in a sense a “ ghost story,” but it is told by an artist and a stylist. ‘“‘ The Residents,” moreover, are admirably contrasted, and in some cases deliciously humorously drawn. A charming, enigmatic, “ different ” book.
…: This were my guerdon : to fade utterly Into the rose -heart of that sanguine vase, And lose my purpose in its silent sea , And lose my life , and find my life , and pass Up to the sea that is as molten glass .? Nirvana . The drowning of self in eternity . Yet if the mind returned not from its abode , and ever rested with God , all would run smoothly enough ; but such a possibility is too transcendental to be actual . If it were , hen this dull house of gold and iron and clay Is happy also — ' tis an easy way !? But this cannot be . The dice a…
THE EQUINOX drinking it he will fill his whole body with life, and “even though he is bitten by the serpent Takshaka, the poison does not spread throughout his body.”* Further the “Hatha Yoga Pradipika” informs us that: “When one has closed the hole at the root of the palate... his seminal fluid is not emitted even though he is embraced by a young and passionate woman.” Now this gives us the Key to the whole of this lunar symbolism, and we find that the Soma-juice of the Moon, dew, nectar, semen and vital force are but various names for one and…
THE EQUINOX drinking it he will fill his whole body with life, and “even though he is bitten by the serpent Takshaka, the poison does not spread throughout his body.”* Further the “Hatha Yoga Pradipika” informs us that: “When one has closed the hole at the root of the palate... his seminal fluid is not emitted even though he is embraced by a young and passionate woman.” Now this gives us the Key to the whole of this lunar symbolism, and we find that the Soma-juice of the Moon, dew, nectar, semen and vital force are but various names for one and…
…ou ? THOMAS [opening the door]. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. CARR. [rising]. How are you ? Im afraid you find me distracted ! Listen : all my life I have soughtnor counted the costfor the secret of things. Science is baffled, for Knowledge hath no wings ! Religion is baffled, for Faith hath no feet ! Life itselfof what value is all this coil and tumult ? Who shall give me the secret ? What is the secret ? [TODD whispers in his ear. Why, thanks, thanks ! What a fool I have been ! I have always known who you were, of course, but how
…ent, and was working furiously against time. I am going to die. The consolation of death is Religion. There is no use for Religion in life. How many atheists have I not known sign the arti- cles the sake of fellowships and livings! Religion in life is either an amusement and a soporific or a sham and a swindle. I was brought up a Presbyterian How easily I drifted into the English Church! And now where is God? Where is the Lamb of God? Where is the Saviour? Where is the Comforter? Why was I not saved from that devil? Is he going to e…
…Buddhist recluse is roughly as follows. He must: plunge every particle of his being into one idea: right views, aspirations, word, deed, life, will-power, medi- tation, rapture, such are the stages of his liberation, which resolves itself into a struggle against the law of causality. He cannot prevent past causes taking effect, but he can prevent present causes from having ‘any future results. The exoteric Christian and Hindu rather rely on another person to do this for them, and are further blinded by the thirst for ‘life and individual existe…
…was on the way. I was thus quite ready for the perception of the First Noble Truth, but also for an entirely new current to influence my life. Towards the end of the October term I met a man named Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt. He was an M.A., ten years older than myself, and had merely come up to Cambridge to dance for the F.D.C. (Footlights Dramatic Club). I saw him only once or twice that term, but corresponded with him from abroad during the Christmas vacation. The result was the establishment of the first intimate friendship of my life. P…
…e joy was long . Persists that triumph , keenly , utterly ! Write , then , in thy mysterious book of song : “ Death chisels marble where life moulded clay. ” 1 And again : Dim winds shall whisper echoes of Our slow ecstatic breath , Telling all worlds how sweet is love , How beautiful is Death.2 Thus in this cup which Aleister Crowley offers us , we find that to sip the honey of Virtue is to quaff the wormwood of Vice ; they are one , and there must be no comparison . Outside our minds exists neither one nor the other , alone there is Power , E…
…in the glint and gleam Of the pure dawn’s first beam, With earth for leaven ; Moulded of fire and gold, Water and wine to fold Me in its life, and hold !— In all but seven ! 39
… over her bowed head fall deep Glowing cascades of hair; she combs her hair With subtle ecstasy, electric sweep Of unimaginable joy; let life and death Pass; she will comb, and comb, and will not care. 06
…other bosom is, to bear , to nourish , To be : the heart of all beneath my zone Of blue and gold is scarlet - bright to cherish My own's life being , that is, and is not other ; For I am God and Nature and thy Mother . I am : the greatest and the least : the sole And separate life of things . The mighty stresses Of worlds are my nerves twitching . Branch and bole Of forests waving in deep wildernesses 1 Not only has Crowley succeeded in finding all the scattered pieces of Osiris which Isis discovered , but also his phallus which she could not f…