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1922 · PDF PAGE 11

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…y. It reveals with startling clearness the abyss on which our civilisation trembles. . But the self-same Light illuminates the path of humanity : it is our own fault if we go over the brink. This story is also true not only of one kind of human weakness, but (by analogy) of all kinds; and for all alike there is but one way of salvation. As Glanvil says: Man is not subjected to the angels, nor even unto death utterly, save through the weak- ness of his own feeble will. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. ALEISTER CROWLEY.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 47

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…rk. Her self-surrender is, therefore, really self-surrender, whereas with him it is {96} rather self-realization. It is true that if a woman persists long enough in the habit, she will ultimately find herself therein. For woman is a creature of habit, that is, of solidified impulses. She has no individuality. Attached to a strong man who is no longer himself by this work, she may become a more or less reliable mood. Otherwise her moods change with her phantasms. But the most dominant mood of woman will always be motherhood. Nature itself, there…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 212

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…or.” It annoyed me that it was daylight, and I didn’t know where to go. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there came the name and address of the man who had helped Billy Coleridge out of her scrape. It was a long way off, and I was horribly tired. I was hungry, but the thought of lunch made me sick. I felt that people were looking at me strangely. Was it the scar by my eye? I bought a thick veil. The girl looked surprised, I thought. I suppose it was rather funny in September, and might attract still more attention; but it gave me.a sense of protection…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 108

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 4)

…racticus of the Zelator, should aid him in his work. Such a disciple should be noiseless, patient, vigilant, prompt, cheerful, of gentle manner and reverent to his master, intelligent to anticipate his wants, cleanly and gracious, not given to speech, devoted and unselfish. With ail this he should be fierce and terrible to strangers and ail hostile influences, determined and vigorous, increasingly vigilant, the guardian of the threshold. It is not désirable that the Zelator should employ any other créature than a man, save in cases of necessity…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 49

The Law is for All

… inspire us morally and spiritually. Experi­ ence teaches that passions thus employed do serve to refine and to exalt the whole being of man or woman. Nuit indicates the sole condition: “But always unto me.” The epicure is not a monster of gluttony, nor the amateur of Beethoven a “degenerate” from the “normal” man whose only music is the tom-tom. So also the poisons which shock the bourgeois are not indulgences, but purifications; the brute whose furtive lust demands that he be drunk and in darkness that he may surrender to his shame, and that …

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1996 · PDF PAGE 84

The Law is for All

Chapter I A Verses 62—63 85 whose function is to bring the Soul to the realization of its own glory: Dionysus, Aphrodite, Apollo—Wine, Woman, and Song. The ancients, both in the highest civilizations, as in Greece and Egypt, and in the most primitive savagery, as among the Buriats and the Papuans, were well aware of this, and made their reli­ gious ceremonies orgia, “works.” Puritan foulness, failing to understand what was happening, degraded the word “orgies” to mean debauches. It is the old story of the Fox who lost his tail. If you cannot do…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 50

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…sy way from the Payerh tte. The guide regarded my appearance as strictly supernatural; but the American feared not God, neither regarded man. He had been trying to persuade the guide to go down to Sulden by the Hintere Grat and the guide had cold feet. My arrival changed the situation. Once assured that I was flesh and blood, the guide plucked up a little courage, which the American further stimulated {101} by a promise of additional dollars. As I had come up alone, the three of us could evidently go down together. I agreed to accept the respon…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 558

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…be able to say, in the present edition, what happened next. I cannot be serious and yet I am honestly sad beyond expression whenever the man comes up in my mind. His character was charming as few other men I ever met. His talent for writing, though limited by his moral weakness to trivialities, possessed many admirable qualities. His expression was simple and effective, and his fascination undeniable. It is hard to have to think of him as fit only for the garbage man. And yet if indeed it were possible to build him up sufficiently to make him o…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 61

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…d reasonably be firky-toodled any more. As long as anything that could be called Viscosity was inherent in the mass, I jounced it like a man. But this soon ceased : I reluctantly withdrew. Yet such was my love for my darling that I buggered a hole clean through his tomb- stone, and for six months I never left the hallowed spot. My spiritual superiors, however, soon put a spoke in my wheel. I should have been going on still, but they reminded me that I had a great ca- reer before me and that it was unworthy of a man — how much more of a Christia…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 183

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ull. Pity and tenderness brought the tears to my eyes. I shook out a dose of the dull white He sniffed it up with stupid lethargy like a man who has lost hope of life, yet still takes his medicine as a routine. He came up gradually, but was hardly himself till after the third dose. I took one, too, to keep him company, not because I needed it. I sent bim out to get shaved and buy clean linen. I take a curious delight in writing this diary. I know now why it is and it has rather startled me. It’s just that chance phrase of King Lamus: “ Your mag…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

In Residence

…s a picture of gloom, Your pulse is a hundred and two, Your eyelids are glued as with glue, A towel is tied to your head, You might be a man with the Flu! “The Trip! and I wish I were dead!” O blood! Mighty being ve whom Our novelists say what is true! You swear, and you fuss, and you fume, And the saddest of books—if the view That I catch of your dainty canoe Be accurate—heavy as lead, Are piled as you yawn and say “ Phew! The Trip! and I wish I were dead!” O ordin’ry persons! Who ‘lume Your College (you are but a few)— You seem to consider yo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 36

The Argonauts

…eed I spake of things I knew not of. ARGUS. You speak more wisely when you float away Into pure dream, and talk of mystic things That no man born of woman understands, And therefore does not dare to contradict.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 94

Orpheus

…to roll, For the coming of Fate, The strength of my soul. My words create One glorious whole From the fragments divided that seem past a man’s or a god's control. I, seeing the life Of the flowers renew, The victorious strife Of the spring run through, The child’s birth rife With loftier dew— I know the deep truth in myself ; see acacia in cypress and yew. Death is not at all! ’Tis a mask or a dream! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem! Death died when I dipped my lyre in the sweet Heli- …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 388

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ts forlorn a desperate deed. At dead of night, a moonless night, A night of winter storm, they sail In dancing dragons to the fight With man and sea, with ghoul and gale. Whom God shall spare, ride, ride! (so springs The iron order). Let him fly On honour’s steed with honour’s wings To warn the king, lest honour die! Then to the fury of the blast Their fury adds a dreadful sting : The fatal die is surely cast. To save the king—to save the king ! Hail! horror of the midnight surge ! The storms of death, the lashing gust, The doubtful gleam of sw…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 388

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ts forlorn a desperate deed. At dead of night, a moonless night, A night of winter storm, they sail In dancing dragons to the fight With man and sea, with ghoul and gale. Whom God shall spare, ride, ride! (so springs The iron order). Let him fly On honour’s steed with honour’s wings To warn the king, lest honour die! Then to the fury of the blast Their fury adds a dreadful sting : The fatal die is surely cast. To save the king—to save the king ! Hail! horror of the midnight surge ! The storms of death, the lashing gust, The doubtful gleam of sw…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 58

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…iction,” or as it has been otherwise said on this text: That is Sin, to hold thine holy spirit in! Go on, go on in thy might; and let no man make thee afraid. Love is the law, love under will. 52

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1954 · PDF PAGE 327

Magick Without Tears

…ole heart in your words-do it simply, to sum up-you will find yourself way up on the road to that royal republic which is the ideal of human society . Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666 P.S. Let me insist that "pity" is nearly always an impostor. It is the psychic consolation for fear, the "pitiful man" really is a pitiful man! He has transferred his own fear of what may happen to himself to another; for he is such a coward that he dare not face his fear, even in imagination! P.P.S. The day after I had written the above po…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 150

The Law is for All

Chapter II * Verses 73-74 151 be bold to measure the Morrow, or declare what causes conjoin to bring forth an Effect that no man knoweth? Was not Lao-tzu thrust forth from his city? Did not Buddha go begging in rags? Did not Mohammed flee for his life into exile? Was not Bacchus the scandal and the scorn of men? Than Joseph Smith1 had any man less learning? Yet each of these attained to do his Will; each cried his Word, that all the Earth yet echoes it! And each was able to accomplish this by virtue of that very cir­ cumstance which seems so cr…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 160

The Law is for All

…gence, even of the lowest order, has never before been established. And lack of that proof is the flaw in all the religions of the past; man could not be certain of the existence of “God,” because though he knew many powers independent of muscle, he knew of no conscious­ ness independent of nerve. 20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again. Commentary: There is here a perception of the profound law which opposes thought to action. We act, when we act aright, upon the instructive wisdom inherited from the ages. Our ances…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 136

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ME., : Oh, but you grow whiter; you must be hurt. VAUGHAN. A knife! He must have stabbed him. Fetch a doctor, one of you, sharp! [Exzt a man. ESME. It is his heart; see, my hand is all covered with blood. Give me a handkerchief. Here,I will staunch the wound. [Ske attempts to prevent the bleeding with her handkerchtef.| Oh! Percy! [A pause] Oh! Percy ! : PERCY. I am going away, Esmé. I shall see you often.

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