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1929 · PDF PAGE 83

Moonchild

…ey's a child to him. I know now how the Watcher was destroyed. Oh! S.R.M.D. will pay somebody for this! But listen, man — you bring that old beast's head on a charger — or Grey's, either! — and you can have any grade you dare ask for! And that's no lie, curse it! Why," he went on with increasing vehemence, "the whole thing's a plant of ours. Monet-Knott's one of us; we use him to blackmail Lavinia King — about all he's fit for, the prig! And we got him to drag that dago woman in front of Master Grey's dog nose! And now they bring in Simon Iff. …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 107

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…soul Must move unflinching to what bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor fear to drain the bowl. Now some old devil, dead no doubt and damned, But living in her life, had wisely crammed Her fierce bronze throat with such a foul device As made her belly yearn for sacrifice. She leered like love on me, and smiled, and shammed, And did not pity for all her breast of spice. They thrust me in her hateful jaws, and I Even then resisted not, so fain to die Was my desire, so weary of the fight With my own love, so willing…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 161

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… with Nature, saw her face to face, And died not : here in this consummate place, Immortal now, though the Antarctic sent Its mightiest coldest wave and rose and rent The coral and annihilated land, Or though the swarthy hand Or foot misshapen of the Hephaestian, (Hating the air-breathing man, In such sweet love as dwells, above all other places Ilere, in our hearts and faces, Nature’s and man’s) if his coarse hand or foot, The implacable forceful brute, Shifted towards the bellows, and one blast Blew through all the air aghast And in one vast …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 216

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…the crystal radiance That filleth ether to the brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That fareth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House of Wrong :— Iam armed! Iam armed! I am strong! I am strong ! I make my way: opposing horns Of secret foemen push their lust In vain: my song their fury scorns ; They sink, they grovel in the dust. Hail, self-created Lord of Night! Inscrutable and in…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 93

The Sword of Song

…he ox ! One, and one, and one: Creater, Preserver, Destroy er, ho ! the Redeemer ! Thunder-stone: whirlpool: lotus-flower: ho ! for the gold of the sages ! Ain Elohim. And he was silent for a great while, and so departed our Father from Him. Forth he went along the dusty desert and met an antient woman bear- ing a bright crown of gold, studded with gem s, one on each knee. Dressed in rags she was, and squatted clumsily on the sand. A horn g rew from her forehead; and she spat black foam and froth. Foul was the hag and evil, y et our F ather bow…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 18

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ky, too sick for sleep, makes my face grey ; my senses swoon. Here, in the glamour of the moon, will not| some pitying godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer ‘fans my ears; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a savour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours. …

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1944 · PDF PAGE 177

The Book of Thoth

It is all one case of the general proposition that the sum of the infinite Energy of the Universe is Zero. The Two of Pentacles was of old time called the Lord of Harmonious Change. Now, more simply, Change; and here the doctrine must be stated a little more clearly. This suit being of Earth, there is a connection with the Princesses, and therefore with the final Hé of Tetra‐ grammaton. Earth is the throne of Spirit; having got to the bottom, one immediately comes out again at the top. Hence, the card manifests the symbolism of the serpent of t…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 316

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

THE EQUINOX ton is very careless too. He tells the story of Col. ——’s appearance to his old regiment at great length twice over. And we have yet another complaint. He has apparently gone over almost wholly to the Spiritists, and he has allowed him- self at times to take a very crude flag-waving attitude about National psycho- logies. I should like to point out that every case of supernormal phenomenon is ex- plained fully if we accept the Rosicrucian teaching with regard to elementals. There is no space for detailed exposition of these points, …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 137

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…and lays her crown and robes on the throne. She is now dressed in wonderful close-fitting crimson stlk, trimmed with ermine. Her bronze-gold hair 2s cotled wonderfully about her head. She comes down stage to CRIOSDA, who rises on one knee and takes her thereon. She removes his ‘helmet and strokes gently his hatr. Criosda, my brother ! , Criospa. Maurya, little sister! [He smiles with deep tenderness ; suddenly a pang catches him ; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply: [Shivers with terrible emotion. The Ah! MAuRYA. Criosda, ever the same…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 9

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… worried over consequence, I'll speak, and you shall hear, the truth. 1 ‘*Comprendre, c’est pardonner.” —MME. DE STAEL., VI. TRUTH, like old Gaul, is split in three.? A lesson in anatomy, A sketch of sociology, A tale of love to end. But sce! What stirs the electric flame of eyes? One word—that word. Be destinv’s Inviolate fiat rolled athwart . The clouds and cobwebs of our speech, And image, integrate of thought, This ebony anthem, each to each :— To lie, invulnerable, alone, Valkyrie and hero, in the zone, Shielded by lightnings of our wit, G…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 144

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…s minister ; a goodly crew of choristers intone low litanies. A few young folk are at a barrier by the footlights (centre) in prayer. An old woman enters and brings an offering of flowers, which the priests receive and cast before the throne. RUPHA motions CRIOSDA fo he silent. Ist PRIEST. Glory unto thee, Maurya, secret Lady of the Stars ! | CHORISTERS. Who wast born on earth! 2nd PRigestT. Glory unto thee, Maurya, Lady of Life ! CHORISTERS. Who didst die for us! ALL. Glory for ever unto Maurya ! THE WORSHIPPING FOLK. Maurya, hear us ! [All be…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 137

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…e the unburied wander still ; As the laughter of young faces ; As the Word that is the will ; As the life of wells and fountains, Of the old deep-seated mountains ; As the forest’s desolate sighing; As the moaning of the earth Where her seeds are black and dying ; As the earthquake’s sudden birth ; As the vast volcano rending Its own breasts ; as music blending With young maiden’s loving laughter, With the joy of fatherhood, With the cry of Mcenads after Sacrifice by well or wood ; As the grave religious throng Moving silently along, Leading he…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 93

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…is actions as a fully adult man, with comprehensive knowledge of the ways of the world. The result is to hinder his development, by withholding experience from him, and at the same time to punish his inexperience by making a mere mistake ruinous. The system tends to atrophy his ethical develoúment by insisting on a narrow and inelastic code, while encouraging moral cowardice and unfitting him to face the facts which so presumptuously force themselves into notice as soon as the college conventions are done with. Cambridge realizes that (within v…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 163

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…nd so direct the life That is not unto God unconsecrate For being dedicated unto love ! [#xzt MADELINE. Cora remains thinking. I was no bolder twenty years ago ! Time, Time, thou maker and destroyer both, Only in resurrection hast no part ! [ Broods, SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY (wth light enjoyment). How light and how agreeable, Paved pathway to the gate of hell! See how all virtues, graces, shine, Till woman half appears divine ! But I am waiting, watching still The treason of the powers of ill. Soft, moveless, as a tigress glides, Strange laughing devi…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 186

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ses life and fact : and so believes. of So man grew up; and so religion grew. Now in the cons shall not truth dissever The man = and the old through, Cast God to black oblivion for ever? Picture no longer in fallacious thought A doer for each deed ! the real Jurks Nowhere thus hidden: there is truly nought Substantial in these unsubstantial works. maker, smite lie But work thou ever! Thou who art or art not, Work that the fever of thy life abate ; Work ! though for weary ages thou depart not, At last abideth the sequestered state. Sure is the s…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 202

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…n the life that stirs your hair: Every hair was alive with a spark of mid- night’s delicate flame, ; Or a glow of the nether fire, or au old illustrious shame. Many, so many, were ye to make one Womanhood— A thing of fire and flesh, of wine and glory and blood, In whose rose-orient texture a golden light is spun, A gossamer scheme of love, as water in the sun Flecked by wonderful bars, most delicately crossed, Worked into wedded beauties, flickering, never lost— That is the spirit of love, incarnate in your flesh ! Your bodies had wearied me, b…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 46

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… revolving spheres Dark, idle, grim, . Full of black joys and shadowy unspoken fears, Whercin I am master. There is no place for tears. Cold adamant disaster Is lord there, and I overlord. So flits out, like a sword Flashed through a duellist’s live heart, My thought ; in all the abodes of sense, The shrines of love and art, The adytum of omnipotence, I am supreme, through thee, sweet Angela ! For all the beauties of the universe, The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all …

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1919 · PDF PAGE 175

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ighted by a silver star on brow, till I arrived at a circular room at the end, lit by one candle placed on a round table at which sat an old white-bearded man writing in a book. I approached him, and said: “Why writest thou, Father?” and he replied “That those who read may live.” (I seem to have asked him an- other question, but cannot remember what.) Then I said: “What writest thou, Father?” And he replied: “Death, always Death.” And I said: “Show me thy writing, Father” and looking he wrote the word HARTHA. And I said “This is a mystery to me…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 218

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…o knowest my most secret name, Who whisperest when only thou and I Make up our universe: bestow thy kiss: Arise! Come, let us pierce the old abyss ! Rise! Move! Appear! Tet us go forth together, Into the solemn passionless profound, Into the darkness, and the thrilling weather, Into the silence louder than all sound, Into the vast implacable inane ! Come, let us journey thither once again ! THE CHANT TO BE SAID OR SUNG UNTO OUR LADY ISIS. ROLL through the caverns of matter, the world’s irremovable bounds ! Roll, ye wild billows of ether ! the S…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 248

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ow the spell.) I am warned. begone. VENUS. I swear I will not let thee! Thinkest thou So long I have held thee not to have the power To hold thee still by charm, or love, or force? Fool, for I hate thee! I will have thy life! TANNHAUSER., Where is the cavern in the mountain side, The accurséd gateway of this house of Hell? VENUS. Thou canst not find it! Fool! TANNHAUSER. And yet I will. 1 Which would have given her power to use his body as an habitation, according to legend. VOL. I. VENUS. Meanwhile my chant shall tremble in the air, And rack t…

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