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…return to clean air, and analyse Levi's experiment: I believe that by the application of the principles set forth in my other letters on Death and Reincarnation, it will be simple to explain his partial failure to evoke 1. Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie, by Eliphas Levi. 178
… from the other, and we had not kissed. Only the perfume of her lips and hair Love’s angel wafted slowly to me there, And as I went like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like …
…n then resisted not, so fain to die Was my desire, so weary of the fight With my own love, so willing to be quite Sure of my strength by death; and eagerly Almost I crossed the barrier keen and white.
66 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. My thought had thanked him for the generous breath Wherewith he warned us : for delay were death. And now, too late ! no moon is overhead— Some other meaning in the words he saith ? Or, am I tricked in such a little snare ? I lifted up my eyes. What soul stood there, Fronting my path ? Tall, stately, delicate, A woman fairer than a pomegranate. A silver spear her hands of lotus bear, One shaft of moonlight quivering and straight. She pointed to the East with flashing eyes : “ Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise…
…e a hollow, void as the heart of the earth. Echo may find it and follow, dead from the day of her birth. Life, of itself not insatiate ; death, not presuming to be ; Share me intense and emaciate, waste me, are nothing to me. Still in the desolate place, still in the bosom that was Even as a veil for thy face, thy face in a breathed-on glass, Hangs there a vulture, and tears with a beak of iron and fire. I know not his name, for he wears no feathers of my desire. It is thou, it is thou, lone maiden ! My heart is a bird that flies Far into the a…
…re up dim gods; how frail and thin! How fast they slip from this appalling level! This is the wage of the fellatrix Sin Drunk on the icy death-sperm of the Devil. I were a maniac did I contemplate The outward glory and the inward terror, Sick with the hideous light myself create From the dark certainty of gloom and error. For Iam that J am — behold! this’ I’ Hath nothing constant it may measure by.
…ests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beast's, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of death, And I drew the water of sighs From the well of her lullaby breath. She sitteth veiled for ever, Brooding over the waste‘ She hath stirred 01 spoken never. She is fiercely, manly chaste! What madness make me awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime oithe snake That her poisonous body held ? By night I ravished a maid From her father’s camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade ; I dippe…
…ests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beast's, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of death, And I drew the water of sighs From the well of her lullaby breath. She sitteth veiled for ever, Brooding over the waste‘ She hath stirred 01 spoken never. She is fiercely, manly chaste! What madness make me awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime oithe snake That her poisonous body held ? By night I ravished a maid From her father’s camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade ; I dippe…
…n then resisted not, so fain to die Was my desire, so weary of the fight With my own love, so willing to be quite Sure of my strength by death; and eagerly Almost I crossed the barrier keen and white.
I] Save death alone! I see no happy end, No happy end for this divine beginning. Child! let us front a fate too ill to mend, Take joy in suffering for the sake of sinning. Ay! from your lips I pluck the purple seed Of that pomegranate sleek Persephone Tasted in hell; the irrevocable deed I do, and it is done. Naught else could be For us, the chosen of so severe a god To act so high a tragedy, the elect To suffer so, and so rejoice, the rod And scourge ofourown shame, thegilt and decked Oxen that go to our own sacrifice At our own consecrated sh…
…e into dreams of my lover, To wake with his mouth like a dove Kissing me over and over ! Better sleep so Than be conscious, and know How death hath a charm to discover. Ah ! float in the cool of the gloaming ! Float wide in the lap of the stream With his mouth ever roving and homing To the nest where the dove is adream. Better wake so Than be thinking, and know That at best it is only a dream.
…Swift coursing in my veins Shoot dazzling pains, The Word of Selfhood integrate of Nought, The Ineffable Amen! the Wonder wrought. Bring death if life exceed! Bid thy pale Hermit bleed, Yet life exude; And Wisdom and the Word of Him Drench the mute mind grown dim With quietude! Fix thy sharp lightnings in my night! My spirit free! Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood And self of Thee. [SOR. GEMINI plays meow’z'nglyf [A short fame. FR. GEMINI. Master, be it thy pleasure to perform the In- vocation of Mercury. [All PROBATIONERS rise and/…
…Swift coursing in my veins Shoot dazzling pains, The Word of Selfhood integrate of Nought, The Ineffable Amen! the Wonder wrought. Bring death if life exceed! Bid thy pale Hermit bleed, Yet life exude; And Wisdom and the Word of Him Drench the mute mind grown dim With quietude! Fix thy sharp lightnings in my night! My spirit free! Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood And self of Thee. [SOR. GEMINI plays meow’z'nglyf [A short fame. FR. GEMINI. Master, be it thy pleasure to perform the In- vocation of Mercury. [All PROBATIONERS rise and/…
… while faintest fear can threat my troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watch above you. MORTADELLO. At the light You may expect my news. MAGDALENA. Strike swift and sure and subtle ! Snap the pale thread, my wedding gift Fates empty shuttle !
…oughts; and for this reason is placed about the neck of the Magician, where Daath is situated. These instruments also remind us of pain, death, and bondage. Students of the gospel will recollect that in the martyrdom of Christ these three were used, the dagger being replaced by the nails.^ The Scourge should be made with a handle of iron ; the lash is com- posed of nine strands of fine copper wire, in each of which are twisted small pieces of lead. Iron represents severity, copper love, and lead austerity. The Dagger is made of steel inlaid wit…
…re deeply into the depths of this curious sick soul, it seemed infinitely more probable that the his- trionic talents of a man doomed to death; he wished to profit by his opportunity to make a physiological experiment of capital interest, and to discover to what point the habitual tal- ents of an artist might be altered or modified by the extraordinary situation in which he found himself. But beyond that, was there in his soul a more or less well defined intention of clemency? That is a point which has never been cleared up. At last, the great …
…ight bidding. Surely, surely, there We might float ever to the sea, and spare The dainty plumage of that perfect place. O God! O Life! O Death, thou would’st not wear Such evil mask upon thy golden face— O Mary, pity me of thine abounding grace. Those days are dead, and hope no newer birth. I Jeft thy shores, blue stream, at His com- mand Who reared the mountains from the shaken earth ; Who holds the lightning in His holy hand, And binds the stars in adamantine band, And yearns towards the children of His mind. I left their summer and their dew…
…nd laboured hands—the flashes grow Swifter and cruel—this court hath no appeal ! He gladdened then. I would not slip again And baulk the death of half its shame and pain.
…hemous secret ofyears ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, gall…
…hemous secret ofyears ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, gall…