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1929 · PDF PAGE 559

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…s whole and honest. With Helen the case was very different. I had met her in Paris early in '21, taken her to lunch at Lavenue's several times, and introduced her to some of my friends. I saw in the first few minutes that her life was one long pang. She had nothing to look back upon with pleasure or any hope for the future. Her face told the tale. The skin was dry, wrinkled and jaundiced; the thin lips were compressed with constant bitterness. Her intelligence was sufficient to tell her what was wrong. She had never known freedom. She had been …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 209

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

… For this is the secret of Jupiter, that He who created you is in each of you, yet apart from all; before Him ye are equal, revolving in Time and in Space; but he is unmoved and within. [A fame. TYPHON. l. [TYPHON recites. Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses; The night, as long as death! Still, breath! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down wi…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 209

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… For this is the secret of Jupiter, that He who created you is in each of you, yet apart from all; before Him ye are equal, revolving in Time and in Space; but he is unmoved and within. [A fame. TYPHON. l. [TYPHON recites. Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses; The night, as long as death! Still, breath! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down wi…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 564

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…e lender will pitilessly take back Her capital. Perversity, by modifying the organism whose equilibrium it destroys, creates at the same time a fatality of needs which urges it to its own destruction, to its death. The less the perverse man enjoys, the more thirsty of enjoyment he is. Wine is like water for the drunkard, gold melts in the hands of the gambler; Messalina tires herself out without being satiated. The pleasure which escapes them changes itself for them into a long irritation and desire. The more murderous are their excesses, the m…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 564

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…e lender will pitilessly take back Her capital. Perversity, by modifying the organism whose equilibrium it destroys, creates at the same time a fatality of needs which urges it to its own destruction, to its death. The less the perverse man enjoys, the more thirsty of enjoyment he is. Wine is like water for the drunkard, gold melts in the hands of the gambler; Messalina tires herself out without being satiated. The pleasure which escapes them changes itself for them into a long irritation and desire. The more murderous are their excesses, the m…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 43

Little Poems in Prose

…egends of love deceived, of devotion misun- derstood, of effort unrewarded, of cold and hunger humbly and silently endured. Have you sometimes noticed widows upon these solitary benches? Widows who are poor; whether or no they be in mourning, it is easy to recognize them. Besides, there is always in the mourning of poor persons something lack- ing; an absence of harmony which makes it more heartbreaking. Poverty is obliged to hag- gle over its sorrow; Wealth weeps, regardless of expense. Which is the sadder and more saddening widow? She who dra…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 62

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 3)

…. T Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light. 5. Thou art ASAR UN-NEFER (aMyself made Perfect”) : Whom no man hath seen at any time. 6. Thou art IA-BESZ (“the Truth in Matter”). 7. Thou art IA-APOPHRASZ (athe Truth in Motion”). 8. Thou hast distinguished between the Just and the Unjust. 9. Thou didst make the Female and the Male. 10. Thou didst produce the Seeds and the Fruit. 11. Thou didst form Men to love one another, and to hâte one another. Section Aa. 1. I am ANKH - F - N - KHONSU thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mys…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 9

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…an help forgiving? So Said some French thinker! Here’s a drench Of verse unquestionably French To follow ! so, while youth is youth, And time is time, and I am I, Too busy with my work to lie, Or love lie’s prize—or work’s, forsooth !— Too strong to care which way may go The ensuing history of woe, Though I were jaw, and you were tooth ; So, more concerned with seeking sense Than worried over consequence, I'll speak, and you shall hear, the truth. 1 ‘*Comprendre, c’est pardonner.” —MME. DE STAEL., VI. TRUTH, like old Gaul, is split in three.? A…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 58

Clouds Without Water

…less sanctity The mighty lingam rears its stilled sublime; The mighty yoni spreads its chastity Against the assaulting gods of space and time. Rather be Phoedra than Semiramis | I will deny you, though you doom to dare To abdicate, and risk the spirit kiss In the embraces of the wanton air. Why should we cast our crowns to gods unborn ? Why yield our bleeding garlands till the hour When to ourselves we seem a shame and scorn And seek some craft to span a statelier power? Not for a while evoke that sombre spell ! The present still exceeds the po…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 107

Book 4 (Part I)

…, and so confirm or dis- prove their results. . But their instructions differ widely! . Only in so far as each was bound by conditions of time, race, climate and language. There is an essential identity in the method. . Indeed! . It was the great work of the life of Frater Perdurabo to prove this. Studying each religious practice of each great religion on the spot, he was able to show the Identity-in-diversityof all, and to formulate a method free from all dogmatic bias, and based only on the ascer- tained facts of anatomy, physiology, and psych…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 167

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… | One dare not think of the worst! Beyond the raging and raving Hell of the physical craving Lies, in the brain benumbed, At the end of time and space, An abyss, unmeasured, unplumbed— The haunt of a facel | She it is, she, that found me In the morphia honeymoon ; With silk and steel she bound me, In her poisonous milk she drowned me, Even now her arms surround me, Stifling me into the swoon That still—but oh, how rarely |— Comes at the thrust of the needle, Steadily stares and squarely, Nor needs to fondle and wheedle Her slave agasp for a ki…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 127

Liber Aleph

…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 reproduce or recreate he original Passion which inspired them, or even any Memory hereof. Understand then what is the…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 62

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e joy that was white on the morrow Made music of viols at ease ; The thoughts of the Ilighest would borrow the rvar of the seas. This pastime of hope and of labour Iled singing through bountiful hours, With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour With Death in the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of sorrow made sweeter Than loves of the leafiest June, When Artemis’ arrows are fleeter than rays of the moon. My hope in the …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 163

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…t is not unto God unconsecrate For being dedicated unto love ! [#xzt MADELINE. Cora remains thinking. I was no bolder twenty years ago ! Time, Time, thou maker and destroyer both, Only in resurrection hast no part ! [ Broods, SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY (wth light enjoyment). How light and how agreeable, Paved pathway to the gate of hell! See how all virtues, graces, shine, Till woman half appears divine ! But I am waiting, watching still The treason of the powers of ill. Soft, moveless, as a tigress glides, Strange laughing devilry abides Its hour to po…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 170

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…green flower-lighted turf, and leap Into my body’s kisses, into sleep :— Sweeter this latter bridal than we found The first, now lost in time’s eternal deep. It is not cruel if the ripe fruit fall— But never an elegy funereal Wept for untimely burial, but cried Aloud against the Fates, forebore to call In pity or passion on the Gods of peace ; But cursed, but wailed, nor bade its sharp tongue cease Until the lightning spat, sharp to divide Bone from its marrow for their blasphemies ! So I should curse, unless indeed my grief Be not too great to…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 213

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…usa ! Even Greece Forget! they are not there ! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayerr Leave the illusions, life and time And Death, and seek that star sublime, Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through Eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise, and cease In that which is beyond the Peace! [GANYMEDE 4411665 4114/4115 45 dead. TYPHON. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin I HERMANUBIS. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin ! SPHINX. Ο that the banquet of Jupiter might begin…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 249

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…lness. [He [Was/mie: käme/fand remains matjan/ess. [SCORPIo-APOPI-Ils bows lo SOL amp/(1y; om adam/[an? [BESZ dance: in adam/wn in three-time. [SATAN—TYPHON rises and [ἔστω. ARIES. Whence come ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. From the dwelling—place of the sun. ARIES. Who are ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. I am the twin brother of the sun. SCORPIO—APOPHIS. I am the beloved of the sun. * Romance: Max Bruch. 71

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1911 · PDF PAGE 213

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…usa ! Even Greece Forget! they are not there ! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayerr Leave the illusions, life and time And Death, and seek that star sublime, Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through Eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise, and cease In that which is beyond the Peace! [GANYMEDE 4411665 4114/4115 45 dead. TYPHON. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin I HERMANUBIS. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin ! SPHINX. Ο that the banquet of Jupiter might begin…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 249

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…lness. [He [Was/mie: käme/fand remains matjan/ess. [SCORPIo-APOPI-Ils bows lo SOL amp/(1y; om adam/[an? [BESZ dance: in adam/wn in three-time. [SATAN—TYPHON rises and [ἔστω. ARIES. Whence come ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. From the dwelling—place of the sun. ARIES. Who are ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. I am the twin brother of the sun. SCORPIO—APOPHIS. I am the beloved of the sun. * Romance: Max Bruch. 71

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1912 · PDF PAGE 38

Mortadello

…ress of the poor, and saviour of the state. [He retires amid the sbirri. ORLANDO. Madwoman ! we are lost. MONICA. Oh No ! we have gained time. Whose star was never crossed ? Success may crown the crime. First, there’s the corpse to find. ORLANDO. What good is that to us ? MONICA. There’s something in my mind—it’s idle to dis- cuss— But something whispers we shall need it. ORLANDO. How ?

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