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1929 · PDF PAGE 434

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…desperately from one prospect of prosperity to another, only to find herself despised and duped by the men she was trying to deceive. At last she dropped to the depth of despair and in her drowning struggles lost her last link with life and love. She became a traitor and a thief; and bolted with her spoils to hide herself, like Fafnir, from the very eye of heaven. I failed to divine the essential hopelessness of helping her. I idealized her; I robed her in the royal vestures of romance. The power and passion of her playing inspired me. Her beau…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 134

Konx Om Pax

…have filched from Thomas Moore’s grandson: Take care, my friend, do not display thy wit! For what the people want to-day is But alasl the last word ofthe line is lost, and who shall find it? How much more so to-day, eighty years since that lusty decadent (l) swam the Hellespont; in this period, in which the blue blow-flies of Rational Rot have been stirred from the privies of our laboratories by such experts as Oliver Haeckel and Ernest Lodge, and which now batten on the sumptuous princeliness of mediaeval pedom. This age which has replaced the cl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 49

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…wallow the sex sauce, whereas you, haughty and selfish woman, cheated her tar bucket with your shrivelled crabapple, while, miser to the last, you took his perquisite to chew at your leisure with your minions, the dirty scavengers that gold still seduces to dip their luckless coney- catchers in the scabby duckpond that the Q...n of E.....d called her privy Paradise... The Archbishop’s enthusiasm had overpowered him. Impaled upon Hassan’s engine, and supported by the teeth of the now thoroughly excited beast, he had fainted : but the camel’s joy…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 118

Magick Without Tears

…ith mischief before it has become too strong to be dangerous, they interfere gently from time to time to redress the balance. During the last two generations the Masters of the Yellow School have been compelled to take notice of the progressive ruin of the White adepts. Christianity, which possessed at least the semblance of a White formula, is in the agonies of decomposition, even before it is actually dead. Materialistic science has overwhelmed the faith and hope of the Christians (they never possessed any charity to overwhelm) with a demonst…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 411

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…d or so on attaining the height, second wind again on the way back after a rest, great exaustion, sudden cut into third wind and ran the last five miles --- at a rate impossible at the start of the hike! It did take two days to recover. During third wind, no pain; but the forest seemed suffused with a spectral light at dusk and strange lights moved in the sky. Probably a consequence of opiate production in the brain as a result of extreme stress reaction. could go on. The psychology of this stage was interesting. While we were walking across to…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 80

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… the Royal Academy recently elected him as an associate. He is hardly to be blamed for this disgrace. He struggled manfully. Even at the last moment, when he felt the thunderclouds about to break over his head, he made a last desperate coup to persuade the world that he was an artist by marrying a model. But the device deceived nobody. The evidence of his pictures was too glaring. The effort, moreover, completely exhausted his power of resistance; and he received the blow with Christian resignation. It saddens me more hat I can say to think of …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 48

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…le, and filled her greasy guts to bursting. Groping about in the dark with his exquisitely sensitive and per- fectly trained tool, he at last found the lady’s Ap- pendix, into the narrow orifice of which he pushed voluptuously and there spunked out his love-lap. The spending anonyma fainted with pleasure, and the cautious Kluckchoo withdrew, only to be summoned in all haste to the royal apartments three days later, when Mrs Arthur disclosed her find to her keeper. To make a long story short, the K..g was so de- lighted with the Appendix-fuck of…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 48

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…terest in a case of what I think you will agree is something approaching indiscretion. My little friend here arrived to-night, or rather last night, full up to the neck with morphia. Dissatisfied with results, she swallowed a large dose of Anhalonium Lewinii, reckless of the pharmaceutical incompatability. Presumably to pass away the time, she has drunk an entire bottle of Grand Marnier Cordon Rouge; and now, feeling herself slightly indisposed, for some reason at which it would be presumptuous to guess, she is setting things right by an occasi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 212

Moonchild

…themselves. "This telegram has consoled me in my grief," said Cyril, taking with languid grace a slip of paper from his pocket. "It came last week." Simon Iff turned it towards the light. "Horatii," he read. "A code word, I suppose. But this is dated from Iona, from the Holy House where Himself is!" "Himself" was the word used in the Order to designate its Head. "Yes," said Cyril, softly, "I was fortunate enough to interest Himself in the Experiment; so Sister Cybele has been there, under the charge of the Mahathera Phang!" "You young devil!" I…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 187

Oracles

…atic form. This work may be regarded as the culmination of the Author’s powers in lyrical and dramatic work : he has apparently said the last word possible on the subject of Regeneration, for no further book of the kind has yet issued form his prolific pen. Berashith. 5s. This rare pamphlet is almost exhausted. As most people know, Berashith is the first word of the Book of Genesis, and the

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1906 · PDF PAGE 5

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ay THE THIRTY-SEVENTH Day THE THIRTY-EIGHTH Day THE THIRTY-NINTH Day . THE FORTIETH Day. Tue Forty-FIrRSt DAY THE FOR?TY-SECOND Day . AT LasT . . . THE FORTY-THIRD DA THE ForRTY-FOURTH DAY THE FoOrRTY-FIFTH DAY THE ForRTY-SIXTH DAY THE FORTY-SEVENTH DAY THE FORTY-EIGHTH DAY THE FORTY-NINTH DAY THE FIFTIETH Day— Il. . Ill. . AFTER THE ARGONAUTS— AcTus PRIMUS—JASON Actus SECUNDUS—ARGO . Actus TERTIUS—MEDEA . ACTUS QUARTUS—SIRENAE ACTUS QUINTUS—ARES AHAB AND OTHER POEMS— DEDICACE . . . RONDEL AHAB— PaRT I. . » If. . . NEw YEAR, 1903 MELUSINE . THE…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 136

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…e were jabbering like apes; some singing drunkenly to themselves ; some shame- lessly caressing ; some sunk in bestial stupor. Among the last was a burly brute who somehow fascinated our attention. We thought ourselves quite safe in speaking English ; and for all I know we were talking at the top of our voices. Lou maintained that this particular man was English himself. He was apparently asleep ;; but presently he lifted his head from the table, stretched his great arms, and called for a drink, in Italian. He drained his glass at a gulp, and t…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 150

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ly in broken English. ‘‘ Mr. Laroche, he went off this morning on the seven o'clock boat. I tink you never catch him.” The events of the last few hours had got me down to my second wind, so to speak. I turned to the consul’s clerk; and I spoke. But my voice seemed to come not so much from me as from the animal inside me; the original Pendragon, if you know what I mean; the creature with blind instincts and an automatic apparatus of thought. “You see how it is,” I heard myself saying,‘ passports, no cash, no clothes—nothing!”’ | I was speaking o…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 152

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… was gone, as if it had been packed in our luggage. The only approach to sympathetic communion between us was when Lou, practical to the last, brought out our pitifully small supply of heroin and cocaine. “That’s all we've got,” she whispered in anguish of soul, ‘ till God knows when.” We were frightfully afraid, into the bargain, of its being taken from us. We were gnawed by fierce anxiety as to the issue of our affair with the police. We were even doubtful whether the consul wouldn’t turn against us and scout our story as a string of obvious …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 372

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…t our hearts would see in him a symbol of our own serene and splendid hope? We looked into each other’s eyes as we held his hands on the last steep winding path among the olives, and we did not speak. But an electric flame ran through his tiny body from one to the other, and we knew for the first time what huge happiness lay in ambush for our love. The silence of dinner shone with silken lustre. It lasted long—so long—each moment charged with litanies of love. When coffee came, Big Lion himself broke the spell. “T am going to the tower to sleep…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 109

Magick Without Tears

…the sorites so far. The documents of the Black School of Magick have already been indicated. They are, for the most part, tedious to the last degree and repulsive to every wholesome-minded man; yet it can hardly be denied that such books as The Dhammapada and Ecclesiastes are masterpieces of literature . They represent the agony of human despair at its utmost degree of intensity, and the melancholy contemplation which is induced by their perusal is not favourable to the inception of that mood which should lead every truly courageous intelligenc…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 314

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…y kept me away from seeking the solution in its pages, though I was their chosen confidant. They were determined that I should drain the last dregs of the vitriol. (Visita Interiora Terrae, Rectificado Invenies Occultum Lapidem.) It was essential that I should learn the technique of crossing the Abyss with absolute thoroughness for they had it in mind to entrust me with the task of teaching others exactly how to do it. Thus, though I crossed the Abyss at this period, underwent one particular phase of the ordeal, I was restricted to that particu…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 193

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

A NOTE ON GENESIS five Letters: In its Centre is the Great Letter n, Mother Supernal. Five once more; and its first and last letters are once again ox, 41, the Mother, and 5, the Maternal Essence. And its numeration is 86, whereof the Key is 14, whereof the Key is 5. Wherefore we say that this great name is 5 in its form symbolic. 5 in the Heart of its Power: the Beginning and the End thereof are 5; and 5 is it in its Venerable Essence! Turn now back unto the third Symbol; gaze at it steadily for a few moments, and see hidden in the Six- fold S…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 193

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

A NOTE ON GENESIS five Letters: In its Centre is the Great Letter n, Mother Supernal. Five once more; and its first and last letters are once again ox, 41, the Mother, and 5, the Maternal Essence. And its numeration is 86, whereof the Key is 14, whereof the Key is 5. Wherefore we say that this great name is 5 in its form symbolic. 5 in the Heart of its Power: the Beginning and the End thereof are 5; and 5 is it in its Venerable Essence! Turn now back unto the third Symbol; gaze at it steadily for a few moments, and see hidden in the Six- fold S…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 225

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…k. “Well, old girl,” he shouted, “what luck with McCall ? ” I produced my package. ‘“‘ Hurrah, all our troubles are over!” We opened our last three half-bottles of fizz to celebrate the occasion, and he gave me some coke. And I thought I didn’t like it! It’s the finest stuff there is. A sniff to the right and a sniff to the left and a big heap right on my tongue; and that wasn't all. “I tell you what’s been wrong,” he said in the morning. ‘‘ Who the hell could expect to be right in a place like this? I’ve got right on to the ropes. We need neve…

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