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Page 74 of 1151929 · PDF PAGE 345
… I felt that I had no right to "change" so much as the style of a letter. They were written with the utmost rapidity without pausing for thought for a single moment, and I have not presumed to revise them. Perhaps "Plenary inspiration" is the only adequate phrase, and this has become so discredited that people are loth to admit the possibility of such a thing. The prose of these books, the chief of which are Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente, The Book of the Heart girt with the Serpent, and Libri vel Lapidis Lazuli, is wholly different from anything…
1909 · PDF PAGE 299
…ence, or a volume, should contain a lesson clear and pre- cise, it should leave behind it so bright and dazzling a picture that the very thought of it will at once conjure up the power dressed in its simple yet luminous symbols. In the o°=o° Ritual this is much more clearly carried out than in the following four. The candidate, the would-be 291
1909 · PDF PAGE 314
…rried through the air, I looked down, and felt reluctant at leaving the great circle, which had now become as a point below me. And as I thought of it, of a sudden I found myself standing upon a marble floor, from out of which rushed up into the heavens a great pillar of fire. And as I gazed wonderingly at it, though on account of its brightness I could see no one, I became conscious that many people were worshipping around me. Then slowly, as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I saw that the great pillar of fire was in truth the right leg…
1909 · PDF PAGE 299
…ence, or a volume, should contain a lesson clear and pre- cise, it should leave behind it so bright and dazzling a picture that the very thought of it will at once conjure up the power dressed in its simple yet luminous symbols. In the o°=o° Ritual this is much more clearly carried out than in the following four. The candidate, the would-be 291
1909 · PDF PAGE 314
…rried through the air, I looked down, and felt reluctant at leaving the great circle, which had now become as a point below me. And as I thought of it, of a sudden I found myself standing upon a marble floor, from out of which rushed up into the heavens a great pillar of fire. And as I gazed wonderingly at it, though on account of its brightness I could see no one, I became conscious that many people were worshipping around me. Then slowly, as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I saw that the great pillar of fire was in truth the right leg…
1910 · PDF PAGE 81
The Pains and Pleasures of Redemption. 73 But thou art a fool, Habib : thou thoughtest that I was angry with thee. Never, by Allah ! Nor, though He plagueth His lovers, is He ever wroth against them. So eagerly did I kiss every red weal upon thy vel- vet buttocks that thou didst wish thy beating had been prolonged by a whole day. Also, for every peppercorn that did shoot from thy podex, thou hadst a balm. Wise art thou who badest me sell this my garden to buy more pepper therewithal.6 Repine not, therefore, O man ! at the chastise- ments of All…
1909 · PDF PAGE 133
…lowing this plan, I came, sure enough, in three minutes or so into the Rue des Quatre Vents. It is not a long street, as you know, and I thought that I remembered perfectly that the house faced the tiny Rue St. Grégoire, which leads back to the Boulevard St. Germain. Indeed, it was down that obscure alley that Jean andI had gone in our fight. I remem- bered how I had expected to meet somebody on issuing into the boulevard; and then . . . I must have been very busy fighting: I could not remember anything at all of the fight between that issue an…
1909 · PDF PAGE 133
…lowing this plan, I came, sure enough, in three minutes or so into the Rue des Quatre Vents. It is not a long street, as you know, and I thought that I remembered perfectly that the house faced the tiny Rue St. Grégoire, which leads back to the Boulevard St. Germain. Indeed, it was down that obscure alley that Jean andI had gone in our fight. I remem- bered how I had expected to meet somebody on issuing into the boulevard; and then . . . I must have been very busy fighting: I could not remember anything at all of the fight between that issue an…
1911 · PDF PAGE 81
… or ecstasy, or any positive quality, but equally free from the opposites of any of those qualities.) And the young man seems to read my thought, which is, that I should love to stay in this garden and do nothing for ever; for he sayeth to me: Come with me, and behold how NEMO tendeth his garden. So we enter the earth, and there is a veiled figure, in absolute darkness. Yet it is perfectly possible to see in it, so that the minutest details do not escape us. And upon the root of one flower he pours acid so that that root writhes as if in tortur…
1913 · PDF PAGE 504
… the man-devils, at the end of their resources, fall once more under the empire of the god-men, and are saved by those whom one at first thought their victims ; but the man who strives to live a life of evil deeds, does homage to good by all the intelligence and energy that he develops in himself. For this reason the great initiator said in his figurative language: “I would that thou wert cold or hot; but because thou art lukewarm, I will spew thee out of my mouth.” The Great Master, in one of his parables, condemns only the idle man who buried…
1913 · PDF PAGE 504
… the man-devils, at the end of their resources, fall once more under the empire of the god-men, and are saved by those whom one at first thought their victims ; but the man who strives to live a life of evil deeds, does homage to good by all the intelligence and energy that he develops in himself. For this reason the great initiator said in his figurative language: “I would that thou wert cold or hot; but because thou art lukewarm, I will spew thee out of my mouth.” The Great Master, in one of his parables, condemns only the idle man who buried…
1922 · PDF PAGE 213
…e. He had married a rich old woman, and lived on the fat of the land. I had met him once myself in society. He was a self-made Scot, and thought evening dress de nigeur in Paradise. Peter sent me off with a sly snigger. There was some insane idea at the back of his mind. Well, what did I care? ... Dr. McCall was a man of fifty or so, very well pre- served and very well dressed, with a gardenia in his buttonhole. He recognised me at once, and drew me by the hand into a comfortable arm-chair. He began to chatter about our previous meeting; about …
1929 · PDF PAGE 21
…at of butter' Sonata. But the Tschaikowsky symphony was best: that was Atmosphere; it put me right back among the old familiar scenes; I thought I was somewhere on the South-Eastern Railway waiting for a train." Lisa flamed indignation. "She's the most wonderful dancer in the world." "Yes, she is that," said her lover, with affected heavy sadness. "Wonderful! My father used to say, too, that she used even to dance well when she was forty." The nostrils of la Giuffria dilated. She understood that it was a monster that had carried her away; and s…
1913 · PDF PAGE 467
…in a loud and clear voice; but without shouting, or clamour. What had been said? It seemed that it was: ‘ Down with the goddesses! But I thought that I had not heard aright, so out of place and void of sense it seemed. However, the exclamation was repeated twice or thrice; then some one cried: “Save the Archbishop!” Other voices replied: ‘To arms!” The crowd, overturning the chairs and the barriers, scattered, and rushed towards the doors shrieking. Amidst the wails of the children, and the screams of the women, Eliphas, carried away by the cro…
1913 · PDF PAGE 467
…in a loud and clear voice; but without shouting, or clamour. What had been said? It seemed that it was: ‘ Down with the goddesses! But I thought that I had not heard aright, so out of place and void of sense it seemed. However, the exclamation was repeated twice or thrice; then some one cried: “Save the Archbishop!” Other voices replied: ‘To arms!” The crowd, overturning the chairs and the barriers, scattered, and rushed towards the doors shrieking. Amidst the wails of the children, and the screams of the women, Eliphas, carried away by the cro…
1919 · PDF PAGE 448
…f one’s Star, which led one into these “grave paths.” The only “wrong” is the thinking about anything at all; this is of course the old “Thought is evil” on a higher plane. One gets to un- derstand the Upanishad which tells us how The Original It made the error of contemplating itself, of becoming self- conscious; and one also perceives the stupendous transcen- dentalism concealed in the phrase of the Book of the Law: “Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!” This Universe—the IO PAN PAN and the OIMOI TALAINOI too—is a Play of Our Merry Lady…
1922 · PDF PAGE 263
…nd taken away again untouched, was irritating at } first, and then it began to be amusing. ely icipating in some weird ceremony ans. The thought mind that we already died, that cking welcome ades, the offering we were unabjé to partake. d yet, between us and the unknown was the act of drinking e contents of the little bottlein my waistcoat pocket. It was nearly an hour and a half since we had some heroin, and already the loathsome fumes of abstention were suffocating us. We had as much as our bodies could tolerate. We didn’t want any more activ…
1929 · PDF PAGE 88
…him whether the shouting on shore was so wholly the expression of unstinted admiration as he had supposed. He paid greater attention and thought he detected yells of coarse ridicule mingled with violent objurgation. He thought he heard a word at the conclusion of a string of extremely emphatic epithets which might easily have been mistaken for "Fool!" At this point Legros stopped poling, said shortly and unmistakably "Hell!" and pointed to the wharf, which, as previously stated, stood in need of some trifling repairs. It was now not more than f…
1910 · PDF PAGE 275
…degree such profanity as beyond the abodes of the lost no lips are capable of uttering. Every note of the music itself accorded with the thought as symbol represents essence, and with its clangour mixed the maddening creak of the for ever oscillating cradle, until I felt driven into a ferocious despair. Suddenly the nearest fiend, snatching up a pitchfork (also of white-hot iron), thrust it into my writhing side, and hurled me shrieking into the fiery cradle. I sought in my torture to scale the bars; they slipped from my grasp and under my feet…
1910 · PDF PAGE 275
…degree such profanity as beyond the abodes of the lost no lips are capable of uttering. Every note of the music itself accorded with the thought as symbol represents essence, and with its clangour mixed the maddening creak of the for ever oscillating cradle, until I felt driven into a ferocious despair. Suddenly the nearest fiend, snatching up a pitchfork (also of white-hot iron), thrust it into my writhing side, and hurled me shrieking into the fiery cradle. I sought in my torture to scale the bars; they slipped from my grasp and under my feet…