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…ens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and tender joys, With songs unwritten, With music many-mouthed, with robes in snowy equipoise. Jephthah!
From the peculiar standpoint of A god who says that he is Love. x. That was the poet Crowley’s point. I think 42s nose is out of joint; He bet on justice being done ; And here—it’s really rather fun !— The unlucky devil devil-spurred Writes, climbs, does Yoga like a bird; Just as he was before he ‘* died,” The ass is never satisfied. He has only been here forty days, And has already writ six plays, Made eight new passes, one new peak, Is bound to do two more this week, And as for meditation! Hard he Soars from Dhyana to Samadhi; Writes wildly s…
…Y SPIRIT, shadow her !) There are three Kings upon the road. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) She hath thrice blest the Name of GOD. (O HOLY SPIRIT, shadow her !) There stands her star above the sky. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) She hath thrice blest the TRINITY. (O HOLY SPIRIT, shadow her !) Her joyful ardour hath sufficed. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) She is delivered of the CHRIST. (The angels come to worship Her !) Amen. T 63
… city 's frown , Or make a star by which the vessels steer . Touched are they not by all the strife below ; Still and erect they stand ; God made them so. But in and out the crowded streets , it seems , Is heard the laughter of a little child , And , clasped about the city sin - defiled , There lies the magic country - side of dreams . 189
1 AELE I (Continued) KEY SCALE XIX SELECTION OF EGYPTIAN GODS XXII SMALL SELECTION OF HINDU DEITIES 20 Isis (as Virgin). The Gopi Girls, the Lord of Yoga, 21 Amoun-Ra. Brahma, Indra. 22 Ma. Yama. 23 Tum Athph Auramoth (as V) Asar (as Hanged Man), Hekar, Isis. Soma (apas). 24 Merti goddesses, Typhon, Apep, Khephra. Kundalini. 25 Vishnu (Horse-Avatar). 26 Khem (Set). Lingam, Yoni. 27 Horus. ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦•♦♦♦♦4* 28 Ahephi, Aroueris. 29 Khephra (as Scarab in Tarot Trump). Vishnu (Matsya Avatar). 30 Ra and many others. Surya (as 0). 31 Thoum-aesh-neith, M…
…ures—wash them in the flood Of murder! This is power over men And angels. I will lift the twisted rod, And make my power as the power of God ! I made my beauty as it was before. I learned strange secrets; by my love and skill I bent creation to my wanded will. I tuned the stars, I bound the bitter shore Beyond the Pleiads: until the Universe Moved at my mantra?: Heaven and Hell obeyed ; | Creation at my orders stayed or swayed. ‘* Take back,” I cried, ‘‘ the mockery of a curse !” “T wield Thy Power.” With my magic rod Again I strode before the …
… The fruits are tasteless : where the jewelled lea And the many-leavéd greenery Is dwarf : French gem-work on a baby’s thumb. The Yankee God frowned also on the plan. We had enough, no more. But I insist, Still thinking I was master of my heart : Saying, “ Another month to be a man, Another month to kiss her and be kissed, And then—all time to Magic and to Art !” 57
… Down like a plummet To blackness and night Hope goes. Not here, Not here is Desire, The ease from fear, The ice from fire. Not here — O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod ! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. The spells of Jewry Are poured in his ear In vain : he may hear not. O would I were dumb ! For the pestilent fever That bites my blood Forces like fear These babblings : I near not The secret, nor com…
… the wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me: ‘* For Johnthe Baptist’s head—so danced Salome!”? VIII. Then, in God’s name forbear! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven they balance us an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains; we sum it up—an infinite curse. So—am I aman? I lack my wife’s embrace. Am I outworn? I see the harlot’s face. Is the love better and the knowledge worse? Shall I seek knowledge and c…
…rms Whereby some tall gray ship should drift Out to a windless, tideless sea Motionless from eternity. This then I seek, O woman-form! O god embowelled in curves of bronze! The shuddering of a sudden storm To mix me with thy minions The lost, who wait through endless night, And wait in vain, to see the light. For I am utterly consumed In thee, in thee am broken up. The life upon my lips that bloomed Is crushed into a deadly cup, Whose devilish spirit squats and gloats Upon the thirst that rots our throats. Gape wide, O hideous mouth, and suck —…
…By the sweat dropping slow From the brows of thy anguish, we see what the weight of it did To the patient despair of the brain. Shall no God strike a blow? Shall no hero be found the unbearable burden to rid ? And if these be extinct—'tis a fiend that laughs eager and low: “Shall beauty avail thee, Caryatid ?” 22
40 XV Sir PaLaMeEDE the Saracen Hath come to an umbrageous land Where nymphs abide, and Pagan men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers …
…nd on—with heart and eyes of stone. The deep-scarred brain of him is healed With wind and sea and star and sun, The assoiling grace that God revealed For gree and bounteous benison. Ah! still he trusts the recreant brain, Thrown in a thousand tourney-justs ; Still he raves on in reason-strain With senseless “oughts” and fatuous “ musts.” “ All the delusions ” (argueth The ass), “all uproars, surely rise From that curst Me whose name is Death, Whereas the Questing Beast belies 67
40 XV Sir PaLaMeEDE the Saracen Hath come to an umbrageous land Where nymphs abide, and Pagan men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers …
…nd on—with heart and eyes of stone. The deep-scarred brain of him is healed With wind and sea and star and sun, The assoiling grace that God revealed For gree and bounteous benison. Ah! still he trusts the recreant brain, Thrown in a thousand tourney-justs ; Still he raves on in reason-strain With senseless “oughts” and fatuous “ musts.” “ All the delusions ” (argueth The ass), “all uproars, surely rise From that curst Me whose name is Death, Whereas the Questing Beast belies 67
…ombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fled the dismal tract. c 33
…hock of hosts , what merit to emerge Pure from the flame ? yet grant to us the scourge But spare the bolt in Thine uplifted hand . Great God , Who dost not doom the sins of men With cold , grey justice of a human eye , Have not our fathers glorified Thy name ? Hath she no service yet ? O grant us then This respite , gracious Lord , or else to die Before our dear , dear country owns her shame . 213
s:0 GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON “God Almighty, and with Him Cherubim andsSeraphim, ALEISTER CROWLEY The Quest "4 PART, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone a8 the void uncovered: ‘The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn ‘On holy wings that hovered + ‘The music of three thoughts became The beauty, that is one white lame, ‘The justice that surpasses shame, ‘The victory, the splendour, ‘The sacred fountain that is whitled From depths beyond that older world ‘A new world to …
LIBER A’ASH vel CAPRICORNI PNEUMATICI SUE FIGURA CCCLXX. o. Gnarled Oak of God ! In thy branches is the lightning nested ! Above thee hangs the Eyeless Hawk. 1. Thou art blasted and black! Supremely solitary in that heath of scrub. 2. Up ! The ruddy clouds hang over thee ! ït is the storm. 3. There is a flaming gash in the sky. 4- Up. 5. Thou art tossed about in the grip of the storm for an aeon and an aeon and an aeon. But thou givest not thy sap; thou fallest not. 6. Only in the end shalt thou give up thy sap when the great God F.I.A.T. is en…
… fell. I travelled through the cloven chasm ....To where the redwood's cloistered giant grove ....Sprung gothic and priapic; wonder wove God's glory, gathered in the Titan spasm Nature's parturient anguish. Murk pantasm ....Moving I seemed! I found the treasurer trove ....Of fire, and consecrated all to love, Smiting my soul within the protoplasm. Within that temple of the midnight sun I cried all night upon Hilarion! ....All night I willed, I loved, I wrought the spell That Merlin muttered low in Broceliaunde, Till over Santa Cruz the day star…