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…yself she craved. A dark deed and impurebut Venice must be saved ! [ORLANDO lands from the gondola. Oh ! is it you so soon ? ORLANDO. I thought I had been slow. MONICA. Cannot we wait ? ORLANDO. Can June save Januarys snow ?
…am, Hăng. This is the first occasion on which it has been simple to demonstrate the close technical parallelism which identifies Chinese thought and experience with that of the West. For the meaning is long continuance: “perseverance in well‐doing, or continuously acting out the law of one’s be‐ ing”, as Legge puts it in his note on the hexagram; and this seems incongruous with the Qa‐
… combination of all these and reflection on their signifi- cance. These unusual impressions (1-5) produce unusual brain-changes; hence * Thought is a secretion of the brain (Weissmann). Consciousness is a function of the brain (Huxley).
…a maiden kissed, or dreaming. Light, as I swim through rollers green and gleaming, Sheds its most subtle sense to penetrate This heart I thought impervious to Fate. Now the sweet light, the full delight, is beaming Through me and burns me : all my flesh is teeming With the live kisses of the sea, my mate, My mistress, till the fires of life abate And leave me languid, man-forgotten, deeming I see in sleep, in many-coloured night, More hope than in the flame-waves of the light.
…chnical points, but was not even an exposition of Magick at all! "Magick without Tears," indeed! This was my crazed humility; I honestly thought that everyone knew all about Magick, and how it was done, and 1. The Master (or Intelligence) who directed the writing of this Book; see Letter. 3J4
… of truth." Now, regarded in this light, all religions, qud religions, are equally contemptible. The Hindu Gnanis say "That which can be thought is not true." As machineries for the exercise of spiritual and intellectual powers innate or developed, certain sets of symbols may be more or less convenient to a special trend 12
…y dark. Yet my power to create magical images is still with me. ' I 1.40— Hanged Man posture. Will invoke Adonai once more 12.0. by pure thought Got into a very curious state indeed ; part of me being quite perfectly asleep, and part quite perfectly awake. . Have slept, and that soundly, though with many dreams. Awaking with the utmost horror and loath- ing of the Path of the VVise—it seemed somehow like a vast dragon—demon with bronze green wings irides- cent that rose up startled and angry. And I saw that I9
…OHN ST. JOHN John St. John is aching all over, cannot get comfort— able anyhow; is hungry, and has no appetite; thirsty, and loathes the thought of drinking! He must do something—something pretty drastic, or he will find himself in serious trouble of body and mind, the shadows of his soul, that is sick unto death. For “ where are now their gods?” Where is the Lord, the Lord Adonai? The beast feels decidedly better; but whether he is more concentrated one may doubt. Honestly, he is now so blind that he cannot tell! Perhaps a “cafe, cognac, et Cig…
…don’t seem to be getting anywhere myself. II A fresh attempt. Let us look into the simplest and most certain of all possible statements. Thought exists, or if you will, Cogitatur. Descartes supposed himself to have touched bed-rock with his Cogito, ergo Sum. Huxley pointed out the complex nature of this proposition, and that it was an enthymeme with the premiss Ommes sunt, gui cogitant suppressed. He reduced it to Cogito, or, to avoid the assumption of an ego, Cogitatur. Examining more closely this statement, we may still cavil at its form. We …
…y back to the world: there are no stings, In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath ; ah ! secret Rose, Here in the heart of the woods I pluck thee forth, Fraught with the swell of Summer, crimson—bright ! And for the world under the stars to—night— It shall be thine, and thine the star that draws The world to worship thee : the days are fled Under the heavens ; there is no more sun, And no mo…
…y back to the world: there are no stings, In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath ; ah ! secret Rose, Here in the heart of the woods I pluck thee forth, Fraught with the swell of Summer, crimson—bright ! And for the world under the stars to—night— It shall be thine, and thine the star that draws The world to worship thee : the days are fled Under the heavens ; there is no more sun, And no mo…
…TRANCE OF A..A.. relation of the Aspirant with his Higher Self. It is, alike in conception and execution, a masterpiece of exaltation of thought, carved in Pure Beauty. Lier VII. THe Boox or Lapis Lazutt. Gives in magical language an account of: the Initiation of a Master of the Temple. This is the only parallel, for Beauty of Ecstasy, to Liber LXV. Liper XXVII. Vet TricramMaton. It describes the Course of Creation under the Figure of the Interplay of Three Principles. The book corresponding to the stanzas of Dzyan. Liper DCCCXIII. Vex Ararita.…
…fearing any man ; Life’s enviable span Free from disease and vice, sorrow and age. Only death’s joys 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 tablet 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 sp…
…hat he so readily pursues, reminds me of my own delusions. But, these follies and delusions being the common property of mankind, I have thought them of sufficient interest, dramatic and philosophical, to form the basis of a poem. Let no man dare to reproach me with posing as the hero of my tale. I fall back on the last utterance of Tannhauser himself " I say, then, ' I ' : and yet it is not ' I ' Distinct, but ' I ' incorporate in All." Above all, pray understand that I do not pose as a teacher. I am but an asker of questions, such as may be f…
…ntrate. It cannot be too clearly understood that nearly all the work hitherto has been preliminary; the intention is to get the Chittam (thought-stuff) flowing evenlyin one direction. Also one practises detaching it from the Vrittis (impressions). One looks at everything with- out seeing it. Ο coffeel By the mighty Name of Power do I invoke thee, consecrating thee to the Service of the Magic of Light. Let the pulsations of my heart be strong and regular and slow! Let my brain be wakeful and active in its supreme task of self-control! That my des…
…d pleasant; could have gone on indefinitely. The muscles went rigid, prac— tically of their own accord; so light did I feel that I almost thought myself to be “that wise one ” who “can balance himself on his thumb.” Sleep is con- quered right away from the word “jump.” Indeed, if Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees ; then surely : Satan flees, exclaiming “ Damn !" When any saint starts Pranayam ! So happy, indeed, was I in the practice that I devoted myself by the Waiting formula to Adonai ; and that I got to " neighbourh…
…ry back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath; ah! secret Rose! Here from the heart of the woods I pluck thee forth, Fragrant with the smell of summer, crimson-bright! And, for the world under the stars to-night, It shall be thine, and thine the star that draws The world to worship thee: the days are faded Under the heavens ; there is no more sun, And no …
…ry back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath; ah! secret Rose! Here from the heart of the woods I pluck thee forth, Fragrant with the smell of summer, crimson-bright! And, for the world under the stars to-night, It shall be thine, and thine the star that draws The world to worship thee: the days are faded Under the heavens ; there is no more sun, And no …
… not chasing the dryness, but soddening the streets. The rain of autumn, not the rain of spring! So is it in this soul, Lord Adonai. The thought of Thee is heavy and uneasy, flabby and loose, like an old fat woman stupid-drunk in her slum; which was as a young maiden in a field of lilies, arrow-straight, sun- strong, moon-pure, a form all litheness and eagerness, dancing, dancing for her own excess of life. Adonail Adonail 9.17 Rose, dressed, etc., reflecting on the Path. Blinder 114 than ever! The brain is in revolt; it has been com- pressed too …
…y know He is the Lord. Then, with that sharp division, Did He divide our wit sublime ? Our knowledge bring to nought ? We had no need of thought. We brought His malice in derision. So thine eternal petals shall enclose Me, O most wonderful lady of delight, Immaculate, indivisible circle of night, Inviolate, invulnerable Rose !