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1919 · PDF PAGE 303

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…thod is to accumulate details, none of which he understands. There is no hint of vision. There is no understanding of Russia. There is nothing but interviews with uninteresting people, whose consciousness does not in any way represent them, or, as we used to say in days of less complicated speech, who do not know what they are talking about. Has he no shame to blot the ’scutcheon of the Pooles—the other scissors-knights of Savile Row? The book is interesting enough to any one who knows Russia even slightly, if only because there is a laugh on e…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 274

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…; and some other Words, which we will neglect in this Example, though we should not dare to do so if we were really trying to find out a Thing we none of us knew. To help our Deduction about Redemption, too, we find 11M, to brighten or make glad. We also work in another Way. I is the Straight Line or Central Pillar of the Temple of Life; also it stands for Unity, and for the Generative Force. A is the Pentagram, which means the Will of Man working Redemption. O is the Circle from which everything came, also Nothingness, and the Female, who abso…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 99

Moonchild

… result of [141] miscarriage, still-birth, or, where the embryo, deserted by the human soul, becomes open to the obsession of some other thing, such as a Vampire or what the Bible calls a "dumb spirit," the production of monsters or idiots. Cyril Grey, by insisting upon constant devotion to the human ideal, hoped to ward off all other types of soul, just as the presence of a pack of wolves would frighten away a lamb; and he further trusted to attract potent forces, who would serve as a kind of lighthouse to his harbour. He imagined his desired …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 125

Moonchild

…ic of Vesquit. No man knew better than the necromancer that all this insane ceremonial was irrational. But it [179] so happens that everything on this planet is, ultimately, irrational; there is not, and cannot be, any reason for the causal connexion of things, if only because our use of the word "reason" already implies the idea of causal connexion. But, even if we avoid this fundamental difficulty, Hume said that causal connexion was not merely unprovable, but unthinkable; and, in shallower waters still, one cannot assign a true reason why wa…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 132

Moonchild

…having eaten the pomegranate offered her by its lord, her mother could not bring her wholly back to earth; and thirdly, she is Hecate, a thing altogether of Hell, barren, hideous and malicious, the queen of death and evil witchcraft. [187] All these natures are combined in woman. Artemis is unassailable, a being fine and radiant; Hecate is the crone, the woman past all hope of motherhood, her soul black with envy and hatred of happier mortals; the woman in the fullness of life is the sublime Persephone, for whose sake Demeter cursed the fields …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 31

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…nd palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternity’s Tremendous gate; beyond the immanent miracle.4 O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermit’s hood I grow the thing I contemplate—that selfless solitude ! THE STORM. Written on the North Atlantic Ocean. In the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, when the world’s heart sinks to sleep, And the waking wind arises from the wedding of the aether and the deep, Th…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 357

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… honest heart had led him to misunderstand. Mr. Coote indignantly corrected this view of the Society’s work. They never did that sort of thing, he said, except in a few very special cases. Now I want to know about these very special cases. Are they by any chance those in which the fathers are reputable and pious persons, highly esteemed for their Evangelicalism and philanthropy? . . . There have been some ill-disposed persons who were not ashamed to assert that some of the methods of Vigilance Societies reminded them of blackmail. Is there anot…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 357

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… honest heart had led him to misunderstand. Mr. Coote indignantly corrected this view of the Society’s work. They never did that sort of thing, he said, except in a few very special cases. Now I want to know about these very special cases. Are they by any chance those in which the fathers are reputable and pious persons, highly esteemed for their Evangelicalism and philanthropy? . . . There have been some ill-disposed persons who were not ashamed to assert that some of the methods of Vigilance Societies reminded them of blackmail. Is there anot…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 14

Eight Lectures on Yoga

… the fundamental principles of modern science. I saw immediately that if we were to put any common sense into the business (science is nothing but instructed common sense), the first thing to do was to make a comparative study of the different systems of mysticism. It was immediately apparent that the results all over the world were identical. They were masked by sectarian theories. The methods all over the world were identical; this was masked by religious prejudice and local custom. But in their quiddity—identical! This simple principle prove…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 225

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… wine of Iacchus—well! but until then, unless my heart deceives me, no third shall appear to join us. Indeed, may two attain? It seems a thing impossible in nature. May it not be that—near as the resounding roar of the viewless spectators sounds to our dust-dimmed ears—there stands some awful opposer in the way, some fear or some seduction? Why do you grip that bar in your left hand? Does not this loin-cloth irk my Jimbs? We should have shaved our heads before the race—the curls are moist: and heavy! Why did: we cumber ourselves with sandals? L…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 171

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…onlooker at my thoughts and actions and remain the while in perfect rest—very seldom disturbed by outside influences— this is indeed something. Another important thing I would mention. I have an intense longing for more Love, a sort of unsatisfied craving to embrace people, particularly women, and sometimes natural things (this was not meant for sar- casm) such as the earth, the grass, etc. I do not think I expect and ask the love of others so much as I feel the need of entire freedom to love without barrier or restraint; but always there seems…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 315

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…on of fraud, but I do see all kinds of openings for delusion, especially in the case of people who are hardly aware that there is such a thing as magical protection. It looks to me as if a play- ful elemental had taken advantage of Mrs. Hutchings’ innocence of the Laws of Magick, and having seduced her with the honest trifle of Patience Worth had be- trayed her in the deepest consequence of Samuel L. Clemens, may he rest in peace! WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE p.p. Ourya Boar. Java Heap. By JosepH Hercesuermer. Alfred A. Knopf. THE atmosphere of this boo…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 43

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…if I tasted, Felt its fierce savour pulse, and burn, and heat ; Yet in my veins its sleepy fire might bring Strange dreams of some sweet thing. The hours its pleasure Half'a regret and half a shuddering terror, The past lies desolate and yet is here, Half guide, half tempter toward the stream of error, Oa whose fresh bosum many a mariner Puts out with silken sail-—to find his grave In tts voluptuous wave. Here are few rocks whereon a ship hath peril ; No storms inay ruffle tts insidious stream ; Oualy, no fish iivade its waters sterile, No whit…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 67

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…erently, Knowing as I know what Gabriel under- stands When he spreads his wings above for canopy When you would sleep, you frail angelic thing Like a tiny snowdrop in its own life curled— But oh! the biggest heart in all the world! XI. MARY. Mary, Mary, subtle and softly breathing, Look once eager out of the eyes upon me, Draw one sigh, resign and abide in maiden Beauty for ever ! Love me, love me, love me as I desire it, Strong sweet draughts not drawn of a well of passion, Truth’s bright crystal, shimmering out of sunlight Into the moon-dawn.…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 59

Moonchild

…n. There could have been no dissentient voice to say that this was not 'evidential' — save, possibly, what is negligible, my own. A poor thing, but mine own! "I wonder if you have ever reflected upon the halo of excitement and romance which must gild the lives of the members of the worshipful Company of Poulterers. They are the true sportsmen of our times; theirs to beard the turkey in his den, theirs to grapple the lordly pheasant, to close in deadly combat with the grouse, to wrest the plover's egg from its lonely nest upon the moors, to dare…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 29

Moonchild

it in a corner, sat up, and began to play with it. All of a sudden something happened which shocked Lisa into a disgusted exclamation. "It is all part of the assumption of baby-hood," said Cyril, coldly "and a bad one; for there is no reason why obsession by a baby's soul or mind should interfere with adult reflexes. The real reason is that this woman comes from the lowest sewers of Buda-Pesth. She was a common prostitute at the age of nine, and only took up this game as a better speculation. It is part of her pleasure to abuse the licence we a…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 132

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… and loathed ! Back! With the kisses ravening fast Upon my panting mouth, the eyes Darting hot showers of light, the vast And vicious writhings, the caught sighs Drunk with delight, on love’s own throne, The moment where all time lies prone : Back! At the very central shrine, Pinnacled moment of excess Of immolation’s blood divine : Back ! from the fleshly loveliness: O face concealed! Back! One hath whispered ‘‘ Naboth’s field,” Iam slain. Her body passion-pearled Dreams her luxurious lips have drawn My spirit, as the dust wind-whirled Sucks u…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 204

Moonchild

…usion of the service. Sister Clara, please play the people out quickly!" Cyril babbled out this nonsense in the tones of the Sweet Young Thing type of Curate; it was his way of restoring the superficial atmosphere. Iliel took his arm, and went smiling to breakfast; but her soul was yet ill at ease. She asked him about the identification of Sister Clara and her Old Lady. "Yes," he said, "it was best to have her on the watch outside — on the Astral Plane — to keep you from getting into too great mischief. But you can never come to any real harm s…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 68

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…o escape :— The yawning portals gape, The orbed ring As by a whirlpool drawn Into that devil-dawn :— I sink and shriek and fawn Upon the thing. Ha! in the desperate pang And subtle stroke and fang Of hateful kisses Whence devilish laughter sprang, Close on me with a clang The brazen abysses. The leopard-coloured paw Strikes, and the cruel jaw Hides me in the glutless maw— Crown of ten blisses ! For all the vision world Is closed on me and curled Into the deep Of my slow soul, and hurled Through lampless lands, and furled, Sharp folds and steep:…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 55

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…as well a-weary of The grievous folly of this wandering. Had he been able to have counted Love Or Power, or Knowledge as the sole strong thing Fit to suffice his quest, his eyes had gleamed With the success already grasped. The sting Of all he suffered, was that he esteemed His quest partook of all and yet of none. So as he rode the woodlands out there beamed VOL, II. The dull large spectre of a grim flat sun, Red and obscure upon the leaden haze That lapped and wrapped and rode the horizon. The Earl rode steadily on. rays Of that abominable su…

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