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1912 · PDF PAGE 288

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE EQUINOX That night, as he said his prayers at his mother's knee, she was surprised and pleased to hear a new petition: “ And oh] dear Jesus, do let me do ever such a great work for other little children I Bring them all in ! Don’t let me miss one out." Hot stuff for six, I don't think. It was evident, to his astuteness and business capacity, that this work demanded the most complete organization He therefore obtained a post under Government, so that, while touching a good salary, his whole time was free to devote to his great scheme. “Punct…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 288

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX That night, as he said his prayers at his mother's knee, she was surprised and pleased to hear a new petition: “ And oh] dear Jesus, do let me do ever such a great work for other little children I Bring them all in ! Don’t let me miss one out." Hot stuff for six, I don't think. It was evident, to his astuteness and business capacity, that this work demanded the most complete organization He therefore obtained a post under Government, so that, while touching a good salary, his whole time was free to devote to his great scheme. “Punct…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 229

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…life. You have to be specially prepared to see these things. Cockie was never spiritually minded. September 18 An alarm of burglars last night. We roused the house—but no traces could be found, The servants here are frightfully stupid. They irritate me all the time. One can’t sleep in this house. It’s too old. The wood cracks all the time. Just as one is on the verge of sleep some noise makes one more wide-awake than ever. I can’t bear the idea of being touched. My skin is very sensitive. It’s part of the spiritualising of my life, I suppose. I…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 526

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…us, that both to write then, and to read now, involved an involves an almost intolerable strain. I remember how I used to sit at my desk night after night --- it was the bitterest winter that had been known in New York for many {831} 1. The content of the above passage, properly analysed, should serve as an immensely valuable indication of the methods employed by my mind. Note in particular my reliance on obscure allusion. The remark about spelling expects the reader to be instantly reminded of the story of the "Something ... Marquis of Queensb…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 46

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…noon, and the bub and armpit joys that occupy the wise from five o’clock to dinner. To me the nameless rap- tures of the evening and the night ! O fuck- ing ! What fun you are ! “ Sweet, when the morn is grey ; Sweet, when they clear away Lunch, and at close of day Possibly sweetest.” But I am forgetting. The passion of the wild Bedawi for his untiring steed is indeed a theme for the noblest of poets. Here — he indicated the camel Hassan with an airy wave of the hand, at the same time with incomparable dexterity directing the vast battering-ram…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 114

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… no music but their rattling; No scent but death’s grown faint and fugitive; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Jord, shall these dry bones live? O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power ! The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends “ Might-have-been” and ‘¢ Should-have-done.” Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth ! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpat…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 125

The Vision and the Voice

…e stars? Accordingly, I wait in a certain magical posture which it is not fitting to disclose, and above me appears the starry heaven of night, and one star greater than all the other stars. It is a star of eight rays. I recognize it as the star in the seventeenth key of the Tarot, as the Star of Mercury. And the light of it cometh from the path of Aleph. And the letter Cheth is also involved in the interpretation of this star, and the paths of hé and vau are the separations which this Star unites. And in the heart of the star is an exceeding s…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 493

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…'s to persuade them to publish the really remarkable work of this romantic young American beauty rose. The girl told his wife in bed one night, they having found a bond of common sympathy in their contempt and loathing for "The Worm" as we had familiarly called him. She told me at once, and I have every reason to believe that the letter I wrote to Putnam's is treasured in the archives of the firm as the last word in savage contempt. So ended my adventures with these fascinating freaks. I must now run back to New Orleans. {776} 78 New Orleans an…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 63

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…adually lead the sufferer from the material to the spiritual, and not leave him gazing and wondering at it, as he would at a star in the night. A fourth dimensional being, outside a few mathematical symbols, would be unable to explain to a third dimensional being a fourth dimensional world, simply because he would be addressing him in a fourth dimensional language. Like- wise, in a less degree, would a doctor be unable to explain the theory of inoculation to a savage, but it is quite con- ceivable that he might be able to teach him how to vacci…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 63

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…adually lead the sufferer from the material to the spiritual, and not leave him gazing and wondering at it, as he would at a star in the night. A fourth dimensional being, outside a few mathematical symbols, would be unable to explain to a third dimensional being a fourth dimensional world, simply because he would be addressing him in a fourth dimensional language. Like- wise, in a less degree, would a doctor be unable to explain the theory of inoculation to a savage, but it is quite con- ceivable that he might be able to teach him how to vacci…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 172

The Vision and the Voice

…od wherewith I am intoxicated. Stainless is my forehead, for it is whiter than the wind and the dew that cooleth it. Tam light, and I am night, and I am that which is beyond them. I am speech, and I am silence, and I am that which is beyond them. Tam life, and Iam death, and I am that which is beyond them. Tam war, and I am peace, and I am that which is beyond them. I am weakness and I am strength, and I am that which is beyond them. Yet by none of these can man reach up to me. Yet by each of them must man reach up to me. Thou shalt laugh at th…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 111

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…estlessness gripped us. Paris was perfectly impossible. We had to get to some place where time doesn’t count. The alternation of day and night doesn’t matter so much; but it’s absolutely intolerable to be mixed up with people who are working by the clock. We were living in the world of the Arabian Nights ; limitations were abhorrent. Paris was always reminding

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1898 · PDF PAGE 18

Jezebel

… rekindled. Turn again, And make delight the minister of pain, And pain the father of a new delight. And light a lamp of torture for the night Too grievous to be borne without a cry To rend the very bowels of the sky And make the archangel gasp—a sudden pang, Most like a traveller stricken by the fang Of the black adder whose squat head springs up, A flash of death, beneath a cactus cup. Ah turn ! my bosom for thy love is cold ; My arms are empty, and my lips can hold No converse with thee far away like this. O for that communing pregnant with …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 10

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ers of the Army of Occupation, merchants, fish-porters, pimps, all the cream of Egyptian society and its dregs, gathered every Wednesday night to commit appalling orgies. He gave her to their tender mercies and saw her violated a dozen times before his eyes. In a month no more debauched woman walked the streets than this dainty English girl. She became a mother, after innumerable adul- teries on both sides, committed shamelessly in each other’s presence, even in spinthriae of ten or [6]

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1907 · PDF PAGE 114

Konx Om Pax

… soul, and springs that gladden at the sun. They flood me with irradiate tunes of life and ecstasy and light As though some misty maid of night were girded with a million moons. They make my pulsing blood to pour in rhythmic throbs of music rare; My songs shall course the choral air from Mazaghan to Mogador. And leaping all the lesser bars I shall become the One and All, And cry the cross-dissolving call, and lose myself among the stars. This is indeed paradox, cried the scholar. You embolden me to read my “Mask of Gilt." I defy the subtlest of …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 230

The Star in the West

…find Hume , in a similar manner , groping for the handle of some bricked-up door, which will lead him forth from the depths of that same night in which Berkeley has already lost his way . When Hume states : “ he feels events to be con nected in his imagination ”; he is only reiterating the words of Philonous , when he says : “ I have a notion of Spirit , though I have not, strictly speaking , an idea of it . I do not perceive it as an idea , or by means of an idea , but know it by reflexion .” To which Hylas very properly replied : “ Words are …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 40

The Vision and the Voice

…nd his taste-language, so instead he set up a humming very much like a big electric plant with dynamos going. Now the atmosphere is deep night-blue; and by the power of that atmosphere, the pillars kindle to a dull glowing crim- son, and the throne is a dull, ruddy gold. And now, through the humming, come very clear, bell-like notes, and farther still a muttering, like that of a gathering storm. And nowI hear the meaning ofthe muttering: Iam he who was before the beginning, and in my desolation I cried aloud, saying, let me behold my countenanc…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 157

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… But before I could frame the words, he answered me with the great word that is the Key of the Abyss. And he said: Thou hast entered the night; dost thou yet lust for day? Sorrow is my name, and affliction. I am girt about with tribulation. Here still hangs the Crucified One, and here the Mother weeps over the children that she hath not borne. Sterility is my name, and desolation. Intolerable is thine ache, and incurable thy wound. I said, Let the darkness cover me; and behold, I am compassed about with the blackness that hath no name. O thou, …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 157

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

… But before I could frame the words, he answered me with the great word that is the Key of the Abyss. And he said: Thou hast entered the night; dost thou yet lust for day? Sorrow is my name, and affliction. I am girt about with tribulation. Here still hangs the Crucified One, and here the Mother weeps over the children that she hath not borne. Sterility is my name, and desolation. Intolerable is thine ache, and incurable thy wound. I said, Let the darkness cover me; and behold, I am compassed about with the blackness that hath no name. O thou, …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 38

The Vision and the Voice

THE EQUINOX not suffer death. Bind up your girdles of gold! Wreathe yourselves with garlands of my unfading flowers! In the nights we will dance together, and in the morning we will go forth to war; for, as my Father liveth that was dead, so do I live and shall never die. And now the table comes rushing back. It covers the whole stone, but this time it pushes me before it, and a terrible voice cries: Begone! Thou hast profaned the mystery; thou hast eaten of the shew-bread; thou hast spilt the consecrated wine! Begone! For the Voice is accompli…

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