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1929 · PDF PAGE 303

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…hen I got up and gave him a whack with my whalebone hip as each man passed. When all had gone by, I mounted my pony and followed. Johnny White was rescued by a subsequent caravan and turned up during the halt for tiffin. It was not I who had "lost face" with the coolies! And I had no more trouble of any kind for the rest of the journey to Yunnanfu. This march was very long and dull, its monotony relieved only by a fine view of lakes and hills. But the next six days were utterly uninteresting. Not until the sixteenth did the featureless plateau …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 249

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… raise high the eternal hymn, i, 215 | No higher? No higher? iii. 24 No! on the other hand the Buddha, ii. 147 No passion stirs the cool white throat of her, 1, 168 Norah, my wee shy child of wonderment, ili. 61 Nor can I see what sort of gain, ii. 172 North, by the ice-belt, i. 93. Nota word to introduce my introduction, il, 141 Note from this day no possible event, ii. 81 Not wingéd forms, nor powers of air, 1. 74 Now (higher on the Human Ladder), il. 210 Now is our sin requited of the Lord, i. 66 Now is the gold gone of the year, ili, 188 No…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 278

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…his faith is innocuous and pleasant, though in my heart I am compelled to class him with the bloodless desperadoes of the ‘‘Order of the White Rose” and the ‘‘moutons enragés”’ that preach revolution in Hyde Park. When he says that he will trace ‘‘ the out- lines of two vast and mystical philosophies, which if they were subtly and slowly worked out, &c., &c.,” he is simply thrown away on Nonconformity; and I trust I do not go too far, as the humblest member of the Rationalist Press Association, when I suggest that that diabolical body would be …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 556

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… period he suffered from hydrophobia and did not wash for eighteen months. This romantic situation enflamed the virgin heart of a large, white, red-haired maggot named Mary Butts, or rather Rodker. In the previous spasm she had rushed to the registrar the most nauseating colopter1 that ever came under my microscope. It was a Whitechapel Jew {878} 1. WEH Note: Id est: beetle; insect, louse, crawling thing, vermin. who proclaimed himself a poet on the strength of a few ungrammatical and incoherent ramblings, strung together and chopped at irregul…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 543

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…rl was bloodless, drooping like a thirsty flower, and she dragged her brat along listlessly, he as lifeless as she. His face was ghastly white and his limbs as a damp rag. I thrilled to the marrow with pity and made up my mind then and there to begin my work of saving mankind by bringing these two back to life. The new current of courage and confidence was irresistible. I found a charming house at 11 bis rue de Neuville, Fontainebleau. We took it from February on. My new patients, who appear in The Diary of A Drug Fiend as Sister Cypris and Her…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 124

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…falls suddenly. It is impossible to proceed. Then he sees on the hillside opposite, possibly two or three miles distant, a city gleaming white. It is not a large city by modern standards, but it is an important city. For its size, it is very bravely built. The architecture does not suggest a modern city; I have heard it described as "like an Arabian Nights city", "like an old Greek city", "like an Aztec city". The traveller proposes to himself to visit it in the morning. But when he wakes there is not trace of it. There is not even any distingu…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 392

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… isolation in the desert, which it beholds from the crest of a wave of the wilderness, gives an almost sacred character to its galaxy of white- walled houses. Below, a river rambles through a ravine, shaded by palms and bordered by gardens and orchards whose flowers and fruits are guarded by hedges of cactus. Between these gay green gladnesses, glowing with flowers that flame beneath the languid leaves of the fruit trees, bright with blossom or burdened with bounty, a labyrinth of paths invite the idle to wander as their whim may whisper, from …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 200

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…. Naively enough, I haunted him in order to extract first-hand information about art from the fountain head. I have never met anyone --- white, black, brown, yellow, pink or spot-blue --- who was so completely ignorant of art as Auguste Rodin! At his best he would stammer out that nature was the great teacher or some equally puerile platitude. The books on art attributed to him are of course the compilation of journalists.) He was seized with a sort of rage of destruction, abandoned his pathetically pedantic programme. Filled with the sublime s…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 330

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…dge as such. I had never attempted to write prose, as such, apart from short accounts of my climbs, with the exception of the preface to White Stains (Collected Works, vol. II, pp. 195- 8). Berashith was my first serious attempt at an essay. That and "Science and Buddhism" were followed by a jeu d'esprit on Shakespeare (Collected Works, vol. II, pp. 185-90); "Pansil" (vol. II, pp. 192-4); "After Agnosticism" (vol. II, pp. 206-8); "Ambrosii Magi Hortus Rosarum" (vol II, pp. 212-24); "The Three Characteristics" (vol. II, pp. 225-32; "The Excluded…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 533

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…s nights sweating with shame and sentimentality in an agony of anxiety as to whether it was his duty to get divorced in order to marry a white-haired spinster, half-crazy with the pain of cancer, with whom he had no sexual relation at all, but an overwhelming obsession that she was his sister-soul, his mystic mate, his psychic partner and his Ouija Wife. A third, illiterate and bigoted, was a mere spat of ignorant argument that the signs of the zodiac had somehow got mixed up, apparently owing to some confusion about the precedence of the twelv…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 579

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…le detail was false. There was, for instance, a description of the abbey, without a single failure to misstate the facts. If a thing was white, they called it red, if square, circular, if stone, brick; and so for everything. I saw no reason for taking any action. I was content to enjoy the absurdity and profit by the publicity. Unfortunately the sense of humour is rare in England. My friends wanted me to prosecute the paper for criminal libel, which was all very well, except that I had not enough money to get to Naples, much less London, to say…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 506

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ood, and was alert and active as a kitten --- post talem mortem! Mentally, I woke into Pure Love. This was symbolized as a cube1 of blue-white light like a diamond of the best quality. It was lucid, translucent, self-luminous and yet not radiating forth. I suppose because there was nothing else in the cosmos. This verb love is intransitive; the love has no object. My gross mind vanished; when, later on, memory pictures of Hilarion2 arose, they were rejected automatically. All the desire --- quality, the clinging, the fear, were no more; it was …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 225

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…tary climbs. They did not doubt my prowess with the rifle; they respected it because they understood it. But they had been accustomed to white men relying on them for light and leading, and they made sure that I should be hopelessly lost without them in the jungle. Perhaps the chief part of my pleasure consisted in the problems presented by having to find my way home, very likely in the dark, after having pursued some quarry by a devious route, by virtue of my sense of direction, especially as impenetrable undergrowth, uncrossable patches of wa…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 138

Konx Om Pax

… British public? Before Mafeking night we knew quite well what it was. The female part of it was Mrs. Grundy, the well-known old lady in white cotton stockin , elastic-side boots, stuffy petticoats, and a grim determination to give everyone a bit of her mind. The male gart of it was an idealistic old gentleman of prolific habits with a thetic faith in the ritish constitution, and a habit of locking up the house at ten o’c ock every weekday and at half-past nine on Sunday. This British Androgyne has vanished, and we are ruled instead by a protean…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 260

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…enter the dewan's dominions. He knew that the most harmless of Europeans is the herald of disaster to any independent country. Where the white man sets his foot, the grass of freedom and the flower of good faith are trampled into the mire of vice and commercialism. But in the present instance our route touched only this one tiny outlying hamlet of Tseram and permission had been obtained without difficulty for us to pass. At the same time, the dewan was going to have a man on the spot to see that we did not maltreat and corrupt the natives as we…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 95

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ents of my life up to that point, it they had been intelligently interpreted, would have afforded ample indications of the future. I was white-hot on three points; climbing, poetry and Magick. On my return from Switzerland in 1898, I had nowhere in particular to go. There was no reason why I should settle down in any special place. I simply took a room in the Cecil, at that remote period a first-class hostelry, and busied myself with writing on the one hand and following up the magical clues on the other. Jephthah, and most of the other poems w…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 248

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ch of these manuscripts as had not been destroyed, and with "the Nameless Novel", we composed a volume1 to carry on the literary form of White Stains and Alice; that is, we invented a perpetrator for the atrocities. I do now know what mischievous whim induced me to have the book printed, but I was absolutely innocent of any desire to rival the exploit of Alfred de Musset and George Sand, the Femmes and Hombres of Verlain, or the jeu d'esprit of Mark Twain of which Sir Walter Raleigh is the hero. I did not even hope to get the British government…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 247

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…of the gods, my queen, i. 250 Hence I account no promise worse, ii. 156 Here goes my arrow to the gold, ii. 154 Here in the evening curl white mists, i, 118 Here in the extreme west of all the earth, ii. 67 Here, in the home of a friend, i. 154 Here in the wild Caucasian night, i. 125 Here is a man! _ For all the world to see, ili, L1O Here most philosophers agree, ii. 173 Here, on the crimson strand of blood-red waters, 1. 15 Here's a test, il. 179 Here’s how I got a better learning, ii. 164 Here's just the chance you'd have, ii. 149 Here, the…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 567

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…tering to the hysteria and pururience of the sex-crazed public: the drug traffic insanity. It provided a much needed variation from the "white slave" traffic. I proposed as a title The Diary of a Drug Fiend and sketched out a synopsis of its contents on a sheet of notepaper. This was mostly bluff. I had not really any clear idea of my story. I took this round to Grant Richards, who said it was not in his line. I asked him to suggest a likely firm. He said Hutchinson or Collins. Neither name meant anything to me. I gave Collins the first chance …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 321

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…eal name she says is 270 = INRI. F. uses pentagram and shrivels him up to a black charred mass. I ask her to invoke something genuine; a white figure without face and with little shape mounts throne. It has a glittering rayed corona. Says: (to here F. uses normal tone; hence tone of oracle) "I am the God of Vengeance. I am thy Guardian Angel. I would have thee seek thine own soul in silence and alone. Take no aid with thee; take no mortal soul but retire and depart from mankind." Pentagram makes him brighter: he grows firmer. Repeated, form van…

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