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1909 · PDF PAGE 30

The Holy Books

…hy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters (there are the adorations,…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 137

Ambergris

…ng only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture : the warm violet eyes Melt into sweet hot tears ; subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; The brave bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love’s ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral sea’s.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 25

Sir Palamedes

…cry, a monster moan, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now God saith (I swear it by His holy wounds And by His lamentable death, And by His holy Mother’s face !) That he shall know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace Who shall achieve this marvel quest.” Then Arthur sterte up from his place, And sterte up boldly all the rest, And sware to seek this goodly thing. But now the dwarf doth beat his breast, And speak on this wise to the king, That he should worthy knight be found Who with his hands the dwarf should …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 51

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 1)

succession of new lives. 1 Without this union, and without this death of the individual, the cycle would be broken. A chapter will be consecrated to removing the practical diffi- culties of this method of Invocation. It will doubtless hâve been noted by the acumen of the reader that in the great essentials these three methods are one. In each case the magician identifies himself with the Deity invoked. To invoke is to call in, just as to evoke ïs to call forth. This is the essential différence between the two branches of Magick. In invocation, …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 73

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 1)

…he Aeon of Osiris it was indeed' realised that Man must die in order to live. But now in the Aeon of Horus we know that every event is a death; subject and object slay each other in “love under will”; each such death is itself life, the means by which one réalisés oneself in a sériés of épisodes. The second main point is the completion of the A babe Bacchus by the O Pan (Parzival wins the Lance, etc.). 37

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1899 · PDF PAGE 34

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…rrow to one home of ours. Better bear the heavy hours Under God’s avenging breath, Better brave the horrid powers, Nor avoid the foreign death, Humbling all our pride before God’s most holy throne, abasing Every man’s strong soul, and facing All the heathen Ammon bore On the angry shore, Trusting to the mercy rare Of Jehovah, than to bare Hearts and bosoms to a friend

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1912 · PDF PAGE 83

Sir Palamedes

…, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir Palamede the Saracen!” 77

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1912 · PDF PAGE 113

Sir Palamedes

…to the last neck. By Her That bore the Lord, by what device May he pass there? Yet still he moves, Ardent and steady, as if the price Of death were less than life approves, As if on eagles’ wings he mounted, Or as on angels’ wings—or love’s! So, all the journey he discounted, Holding the goal. Supreme he stood. Upon the summit; dreams uncounted, Worlds of sublime beatitude ! He passed beyond. The All he hath touched, And dropped to vile desuetude. What lay beyond? What star unsmutched By being? His poor fingers fumble, And all the Naught their …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 128

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

H. THE EQUINOX u. The Banishing Ritual of the Ke, as revised. N Boo... ! THE DEATH OF OSIRIS and N. divest themselves of theiy blue and ved robes, appearing merely in their magick vobes of ved and green as the temporal and spiritual powers, Typhon and Apophis. Sister, I burn upon the throne. I am in agony, Typhon ! Who hath disturbed our ageless peace? Threatened our mystery? Isis mzmz Hath borne a child. We are twins. H. What word Insults us ? R. [Springs up.] Lo! I am, the third. H. [Comes forward with the scourge, and forces R. to kneel,] Th…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 128

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

H. THE EQUINOX u. The Banishing Ritual of the Ke, as revised. N Boo... ! THE DEATH OF OSIRIS and N. divest themselves of theiy blue and ved robes, appearing merely in their magick vobes of ved and green as the temporal and spiritual powers, Typhon and Apophis. Sister, I burn upon the throne. I am in agony, Typhon ! Who hath disturbed our ageless peace? Threatened our mystery? Isis mzmz Hath borne a child. We are twins. H. What word Insults us ? R. [Springs up.] Lo! I am, the third. H. [Comes forward with the scourge, and forces R. to kneel,] Th…

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1926 · PDF PAGE 29

Liber Al vel Legis

…hy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters (there are the adorations,…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 101

The Law is for All

…e Lions! Our humanitarianism, which is the syphilis of the mind, acts on the basis of the lie that the King must die. The King is beyond death; it is merely a pool where he dips for refreshment. We must therefore go back to Spartan ideas of education; and the worst enemies of humanity are those who wish, under the pretext of compassion, to continue its ills through the generations. The Christians to the Lions! Let the weak and wry productions go back into the melting- pot, as is done with flawed steel castings. Death will purge, reincarnation m…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 83

The Sword of Song

…ed hour, I am— that I am.” “But, Lord,” said the Five Hundred Thousand and One Arahats in a breath, “thou art then guilty of six violent deaths ! Nay, thou hast hounded one soul from death to death through all these incarnations ! What of this First Precept2 of yours ?” “Children,” ans wered the Glorious One, “do not be so foolish as to think that death is necessarily an evil. I have not com e to found a Hundred Years Club, and to i nclude mosquitoes in the m embership. In this case to have kept Perdu’ R Abu alive was to h ave played into the h…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 53

Songs of the Spirit

…ht bidding. Surely, surely, there We might float ever to the sea, and spare The dainty plumage of that perfect place. O God ! O Life ! O Death, thou would`st not wear Such evil mask upon thy golden face— O Mary, pity me of thine abounding grace. 43

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1898 · PDF PAGE 47

White Stains

…ful, And offered me a cross, saying to me, “ I have great joys to give most bountiful. Carry this through the world, and when the sea Of death is past, then is prepared for thee A house of many mansions.” My desire Hid not from me the vileness of his plea :— “ Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire ? ” ENVOI Prince of the air, thou offerest nought to me I serve thee, recompensed of hell-fire, More nobly than these others, verily Since none with impious word may mock at thee “ Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire ? ”

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1898 · PDF PAGE 137

White Stains

…ts acrid juice, and stings With bloody teeth and tongue ! Oh, all the room Spits fire and dung, and vomits forth a spume Of tawny sickly death ! All blotched and dark, The putrid air is vital with a spark Of fiery eyes of yonder filthy hound ! God ! I am reeling brain and body ! I swound ! The floor heaves up ! The worms devour my breast ! Beasts and lewd fish and wingèd things infest Each vital part ! Screech, rats ! more liquor ! Come ! Rumble, you rotting whore-skin of a drum ! I care not ! Scream, you rats ! Snakes, bite and hiss ! Hell’s s…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 202

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… whole soul, bound down upon the wheel, _ There comes a spectre, dead, whose name is Fear. Ah God, he comes so near! In the pale fear of Death I have no share. I am through Love triumphant over him ; I almost yearn toward the stooping brim, And fledge the wings my soul is given to wear, And float in sunlight to the dome above, Clothed in the light of everlasting Love, Till an archangel from the golden stair Trumpet me out a welcome, and a dove With fiery feet and silver kisses come To bid me enter home.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 84

The Mother’s Tragedy

…t shine About her bed: all kiss the dead girl’s face With shadowy reluctances that gloom Over and under, and the cold divine Presence of Death bedews the quiet place. She was so gracious; she Was grace. Once, in the long insidious hours that steal Through summer’s pleasant kingdom, she would weave Such songs, such murmurs of the dusky breeze That passed, like silken tapestries that feel The silkier cheeks of maidens as they cleave Tender to patient lovers, for the ease Of lips fulfilled of harmony. |

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1910 · PDF PAGE 223

The Winged Beetle

…ove, true love hath never known— True love with black inchauntments filled, Its hellish rout of shrieks and groans, Its phials of poison death-distilled, Its rattling chains and skeletons ! Here am I, free, alone—alone ! I shall be drunk, dead drunk, to-night. Then I shall slip to the cold stone Without remorse, without affright ;

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1912 · PDF PAGE 22

Sir Palamedes

…e? Or dare he live, at such a cost? He cries against the impassive sun : The world is dim, is all but lost. Then, with the bitterness of death Cutting his soul, his fingers clench The piteous passage of her breath. The dews of horror rise and drench Sir Palamede the Saracen. Then, rising from the hideous meal, He plunges to the land of men With nerves renewed and limbs of steel. Who is the naked man that rides Yon tameless stallion on the plain, His face like Hell's? What fury guides The maniac beast without a rein?

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