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1912 · PDF PAGE 29

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…LIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, And men who…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 29

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…LIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, And men who…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 93

Magick Without Tears

60 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS The squares are quite separate. The whole world outside the square D is the world of no dogs: outside the square S, the world of no-study. But suppose now that I want to make the Zero absolute, like our 0° , I must say "No dogs are not in my study." Or, "There is no absence-of-dog in my study." Tha t is the same as saying: "Some dogs are in my study"; diagram again: In Diagram I, "the world where no dogs are" included the whole of my study; in Diagram 2 that absence-of-dog is no longer there; so one or more of them must …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 214

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… Diary of a Drug Fiend was Miss Laleham, but now I am Lady Pen- dragon.” “Dear, dear,” he said, ‘‘ where can I have been? ite out of the world, quite out of the world!” “Oh, I’m not quite such an important person as ‘that, and I only married Sir Peter in July.” “‘ Ah, that accounts for it,’’ said the doctor. ‘I’ve been away all the summer in the heather with the Marchioness of Eigg. Quite out of the world, quite out of the world. Well, I’m sure you're very happy, my dear Lady Pendragon.”’ He always mentioned a title with a noise like a child su…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 11

Konx Om Pax

CONTENTS DEDICATION AND COUNTER-DEDICATION . THE WAKE WORLD Au SLOPER . . . . . . . . THIEN TAO . THE STONE OF Aamcnus . . . . . . . PAGE vii 25 53

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1911 · PDF PAGE 116

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

THE EARTH THE child of miracle to the world, greeting. I reach my hands to the leaves and dabble in the dew: I sprinkle dew on you for kisses. I kneel down and hold the grass of the black earth to my bosom; I crush the earth to my lips as if it were a grape. And the wine of Demeter flushes my cheeks; they burn with joy of youth Why should I greet the world? Because my heart is bursting with love for the world. Love, say 1? Why not lust? Is not lust strength, and merriment, and the famine that only the infinite can stay? And why do I call myself t…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 116

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE EARTH THE child of miracle to the world, greeting. I reach my hands to the leaves and dabble in the dew: I sprinkle dew on you for kisses. I kneel down and hold the grass of the black earth to my bosom; I crush the earth to my lips as if it were a grape. And the wine of Demeter flushes my cheeks; they burn with joy of youth Why should I greet the world? Because my heart is bursting with love for the world. Love, say 1? Why not lust? Is not lust strength, and merriment, and the famine that only the infinite can stay? And why do I call myself t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 276

The Star in the West

… presence of a good diffus'd And in diffusion ever more intense ! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world . In the song of Orpheus we listen to the glittering and mystic consummation of bliss : This world is shadow - shapen of The bitterness of pain . Vain are the little lamps of love ! The light of life is vain ! Life , death , joy , sorrow , age and youth Are phantoms of a further truth . Beyond the splendour of the world , False glittering of the gold , A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom's sacred co…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 191

The World’s Tragedy

I38 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Had never been. Yet to this keen Sight, to this sleuth-hound scent for subtle truth, The essential youth Of all things is corrupt. I will away Into the mystic palaces of Pan Hidden from day, Hidden from man, Awaiting there the coming of the Sphinx Whose genius drinks The poison of this pestilence, and saves The world from all its lords and slaves. Ho ! for his chariot-wheels that whirl afar ! His hawk’s eye flashing through the silver star ! Upon the heights his standard shall be plant Free, equal, passionate, pagan, do…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 38

Ambergris

… and breakers grown grey, When the storm sweeps triumphantly home From the bed of the violate day, In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tem- pestuous night, Our song is as light ! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the war- rior Lord of the Fire, There burns our desire !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 3

Rosa Decidua

…the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.”—BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 163

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…fact: Man’s work is God made manifest; Life is all Peace again. And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope, Limitless Empire o’er the world of thought, Help my desires to press Beyond all stars toward God and Heaven and Hope; And in the world-amazing chase is wrought Somehow—all Happiness.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 158

The Scented Garden

150 The fame of Ecstasy the redemption of the World. XLI THE RIDDLE1 Habib hath heard ; let all Iran who spell aright from A to Z Exalt thy fame and understand with whom I made a marriage-bed ; Resort to tool-and-podex play till all the world in tears is shed Before the sword of Azrael, the trump of Israfel the dread,2 Exalt, exalt our love at last among the living and the dead, Resort to love, and press its purple calix with His purple head, Till fall the pearls with rubies strung, the dews upon the dawn that bled. Crimson, o lover, was our lo…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 140

The Winged Beetle

…the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.”—BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 123

The World’s Tragedy

70 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. MIRIAM Stay, will you go ? What, are you men — or tame ? PUBLIUS Faugh, wench ! is there no shame ? He kicks her brutally. The guard moves off. MIRIAM The dawn ! oh, curses on the dawn that breaks This night of joy. God ! my whole being wakes Into a world of rapture. I am I At last — the little fool that wondered why ! I am abreast of God’s whole tide of thought. Like gold into fine linen, I am wrought Into the royal vesture of the globe. I am the Empress of the City of Sin, Wrapped in its purple robe Stained with mine o…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 19

Konx Om Pax

THE WAKE WORLD A TALE FOR BABES AND SUCKLINGS (wrm EXPLANATORY norms in HEBREW AND LATIN FOR THE use 0F "rm: wrsn AND PRUDENT)

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1904 · PDF PAGE 91

The Argonauts

…, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of Light. From these soft splendours of a dream T turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain, Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truth. Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 23

John St. John

…, since others are to read this, one must mention that almost from the beginning of this Working of Magick Art the changed aspect of the world whose culmination is the keeping of the oath “ I will inter- pret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with my soul ” was present with me. This aspect is difficult to describe; one is indifferent to everything and yet interested in it. The meaning of things is lost, pending the inception of their Spiritual Meaning; just as, on putting one’s eye to the microscope, the drop of water on the slide …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 135

The Soul of Osiris

THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 123 THE CHANT TO BE SAID OR SUNG UNTO OUR LADY ISIS. OLL through the caverns of matter, the world’s irremovable bounds ! Roll, ye wild billows of ether ! the Sistron is shaken and sounds ! Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death, Live with the Fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath ! Sound, O sound ! Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee ! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me ! Light on the forehead, and life in the nost…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 4

The World’s Tragedy

THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PARIS Privately printed for circulation in free countries. Copies must not be imported into England or America. — 1910

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