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…e the spray of a fountain, assuaging thy desire. [persian] Ha Glorious is this member of mine and generous of pearly dew ; beholding the heart of thy podex, like the sunset watching for the full moon, or like a darwesh meditating on Ya Sin,4 assuaging thy de- sire. My member heareth the complaint of thy po- dex ; he is a vast member, and healeth thy misfor-
…ow guests. MORTADELLO. Good host, and loving friends, I cannot say how much My wisdom comprehends ; but these are words that touch Ones heart. Unbidden tears spring salty to mine eyes. Theres something that endears such common courtesies, When, as I see they are, the words are truly meant. I am the highest star in all the firmament : But this much I admit, my light is partly due Indeed, the most of itto you, dear friends, to you. I do not hesitate to say that, bar my wife. This is the very proudest day in all my life. [He raises his cup, an…
…lofiing of horses is heard. It grows loader and loader. LAYLAH rises, mistress of herself, kisses the golden seorpion and hides it at her heart, and refills thefliteher. [Enter a 00114 of Saracens, who dismount. Their leader, the EMIR SAID OMAR, rashesforward to the wells SAID OMAR. Victory! we have chased the infidels three days, and the vultures of the desert are gorged, and the jackals burst with fatness. My gazelle, didst thou languish for me? My rose, my tulip, my anemone, slim palm of the oasis, sweet water of the well! We shall feast to-nig…
…lofiing of horses is heard. It grows loader and loader. LAYLAH rises, mistress of herself, kisses the golden seorpion and hides it at her heart, and refills thefliteher. [Enter a 00114 of Saracens, who dismount. Their leader, the EMIR SAID OMAR, rashesforward to the wells SAID OMAR. Victory! we have chased the infidels three days, and the vultures of the desert are gorged, and the jackals burst with fatness. My gazelle, didst thou languish for me? My rose, my tulip, my anemone, slim palm of the oasis, sweet water of the well! We shall feast to-nig…
…s Like Zephyr’s caresses When the twilight dips. IIADES. This passes all. Relent. Release! Depart ! I yield : my power is broken, and my heart Riven, and all my pride ruined, and me Compelled to earth to loose Eurydice. ORPHEUS. Depart ! ERINYES. Baffled! O misery! Bethink, Proud Hades, ere thy torture gar thee drink Humiliation’s utmost dregs ! HADEs. I spake. Depart ye ! lest my power regained awake, And smite ye with a terror more than ye. MEG-ERA. We are borne on bitter winds. ALECTO, We sink. TISIPHONE, We flee ! MEGARA, To the abyss ! ALE…
…onscious essence of the soul, Am rent with agony, as when the pale Christ heard the shriek of the dividing veil. That awful mystery, its heart torn out, Palpitates on the altar-stone of life : That broken self, that hears the triumph-shout Of its own voice beneath the falling knife, When, like a bad dream changing, swiftly grows A new souls joy, a fuller-petalled rose. Many the spirits broken for one man ; Many the men that perish to create One God the more ; many the weary and wan Old Gods that die to constitute a Fate : How many Fates then, …
…declared openly. 2° They become partakers of the current of Universal Life in Liberty, Beauty, Harmony, and Love which flames within the heart of the O.T.0., and the Light of that august fraternity insen- sibly illuminates them ever more and more as they approach its central Sun, 3° They mect those persons most complemental to their own natures, and find unexpected help and brotherhood in the whole world wherever they may travel. ‘They obtain the right to sojourn in the secret houses of the O.T.O., permanently or for a greater or lesser period …
…e Com- munion of the Son of God! Do not let His blood flow upon you, for it would brand your forehead ! Do not approach your lips to the heart of God, He would feel your sting! Do not drink the blood of the Christ, it will burn your entrails; it is quite sufficient that it should have flowed uselessly for youl VII THE NUMBER EIGHT Tue Ogdoad is the number of reaction and of equilibrating justice. 37
…e Com- munion of the Son of God! Do not let His blood flow upon you, for it would brand your forehead ! Do not approach your lips to the heart of God, He would feel your sting! Do not drink the blood of the Christ, it will burn your entrails; it is quite sufficient that it should have flowed uselessly for youl VII THE NUMBER EIGHT Tue Ogdoad is the number of reaction and of equilibrating justice. 37
…ugh the nostrils, imagining the name of the God desired entering with the breath. (c) Let that name descend slowly from the lungs to the heart, the solar plexus, the navel, the generative organs, and so to the feet. WI B 17
…ugh the nostrils, imagining the name of the God desired entering with the breath. (c) Let that name descend slowly from the lungs to the heart, the solar plexus, the navel, the generative organs, and so to the feet. WI B 17
…nces of 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.
THE EQUINOX house and in your heart to your brother Joseph, whom you sold to the Gentiles. Because he has become powerful in the land of Egypt where you sought bread in the days of famine. And he has remembered his father Jacob, and Benjamin his young brother, and he pardons you your jealousy, and embraces you with tears. Children of true believers, we will sing with you: “There is no God but God, and Mohammed is His prophet!” Say with the children of Israel: “There is no God but God, and Moses is His prophet!” Say with the Christians: ‘There i…
THE EQUINOX house and in your heart to your brother Joseph, whom you sold to the Gentiles. Because he has become powerful in the land of Egypt where you sought bread in the days of famine. And he has remembered his father Jacob, and Benjamin his young brother, and he pardons you your jealousy, and embraces you with tears. Children of true believers, we will sing with you: “There is no God but God, and Mohammed is His prophet!” Say with the children of Israel: “There is no God but God, and Moses is His prophet!” Say with the Christians: ‘There i…
… dwells Choronzon whose name is Legion. All this must be studied most carefully in Liber 418. 54. Thou hast removed pollution from thine heart and bled it from impure desire. But, O thou glorious Combatant, thy task is not yet done. Build high, Lanoo, the wall that shall hedge in the Holy Isle, the dam that will protect thy mind from pride and satisfaction at thoughts of the great feat achieved. Here again is one of those unfortunate passages which enable the superficial to imagine that the task of the Adept IIo
…oner or later; bnormal , and must be stopped as soon as its object is ttained. Even so, it too often strains vital organs, especially he heart and lungs, so that few rowing "Blues" live to be 50. ut worst of all is the effect on the temper! When it is permanent , and mistaken for a "virtue," it poisons the very soil of the soul. The vilest weeds spring up ; cruelty , narrowmindedness, arrogance-everything mean and horrible flowers in those who "mortify the flesh." Incidentally , such ideas spawn the "Black Brother." The complete lack of humour,…
…nd Mind, to work out their Ritual of Change without his interference. O my son, ask not to what End! As it is written in The Book of the Heart Girt with the Serpent, concerning the Boy and the Swan: is there not Joy ineffable in this aimless Winging? o
…And kiss them into poppies, and thy mouth Shall lastly close to mine, as in the south We see the sun close fast upon the sea; So, my own heart, thy mouth must close on me. Art thou awake? Those eyes of wondering love, Sweet as the dawn and softer than the dove, Seek no quick vision—yet they move to me And, slowly, to the child. How still are we! Yes, and a smile betokens that they wake Or dream a waking dream for kisses’ sake; Yes, I will touch thee, O my low sweet brow! My wife, thy lips to mine—yes, kiss me now!
…Under the lowering skies, and the bitter winds There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of Spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again I And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams, gray dreams, and the day is tired and dead The bitter aftermath of Summer brings Time’s memory 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 ! se…
…Under the lowering skies, and the bitter winds There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of Spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again I And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams, gray dreams, and the day is tired and dead The bitter aftermath of Summer brings Time’s memory 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 ! se…