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1929 · PDF PAGE 76

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

76 He had himself no hope or fear of anything beyond the material world. But he never tired of the originality of my point of view; of watching the way in which my brain dealt with every subject that came under discussion. It was the purest and noblest relation which I had ever had with anybody. I had not imagined the possibility of so divine a development. It was, in a sense, passionate, because it partook of the white heat of creative energy and because its intensity absorbed all other emotions. But for this very reason it was impossible to c…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 65

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…sy towsy-mowsy fuck-muck, shit heralded by a Goetterdaemmerung of farts, and the rest, in an ecstatic touch-off, calculated to witch the world with noble arse-womanship ; thereby obtaining that physiological relief which seems to our modern scientific philosophers the unnecessary excuse for the game of mumble peg. The whole affair reminded one rather of a Crash of Worlds than of the usually less cosmic rootle of a gentle-woman’s split mutton on the loose. But not only in simple androgynation did she excel : she was great at flagellation : had s…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 309

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING describe them to one who lives in another world is like talk- ing Dutch to a Spaniard. Our business then is, to construct if possible a universal language. This the rituals of the Golden Dawn and the study of the Qabalah did for P., and when we talk of quadrating the circle, of blinding darkness, of silent voices, &c. &c., those who have learned the alphabet of any magical language will understand ; and those who have not, if they wish to read any further with profit, had better do so, as it will help them to mast…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 309

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING describe them to one who lives in another world is like talk- ing Dutch to a Spaniard. Our business then is, to construct if possible a universal language. This the rituals of the Golden Dawn and the study of the Qabalah did for P., and when we talk of quadrating the circle, of blinding darkness, of silent voices, &c. &c., those who have learned the alphabet of any magical language will understand ; and those who have not, if they wish to read any further with profit, had better do so, as it will help them to mast…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 522

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…omena of the light which produce apparitions always appear at epochs when humanity is in labour. They are phantoms ofthe delirium of the world-fever; it is the hysteria of a bored society. Virgil tells us in fine verse that in the time of Caesar Rome was full of spectres; in the time of Vespasian the gates of the Temple of Jerusalem opened of themselves, and a voice was heard crying, “‘ The gods depart.” Now, when the gods depart, the devils return. Religious feeling transforms itself into superstition when faith is lost; for souls need to beli…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 522

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…omena of the light which produce apparitions always appear at epochs when humanity is in labour. They are phantoms ofthe delirium of the world-fever; it is the hysteria of a bored society. Virgil tells us in fine verse that in the time of Caesar Rome was full of spectres; in the time of Vespasian the gates of the Temple of Jerusalem opened of themselves, and a voice was heard crying, “‘ The gods depart.” Now, when the gods depart, the devils return. Religious feeling transforms itself into superstition when faith is lost; for souls need to beli…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 134

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…we were off at top speed. The beauty of the drive is notorious; and yet :— “We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.” The world had been created afresh for our sakes. It was an ever-changing phantasmagoria of rapturous sounds and sights and scents; and it all seemed a mere ornamentation for our love, the setting for the jewel of our sparkling passion. _ Even the last few miles into Naples, where the road runs through tedious commercialised suburbs, took on a new aspect. The houses were a mere irregular sky- line. Somehow they sug…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 72

The Book of Thoth

…s one. This is because reaction is always equal and opposite to action. This equation is, or should be, simultaneous in the intellectual world, where there is no great time4ag; the formulation of any idea creates its contradictory at almost the same moment. The contradictory of any proposition is implicit in itself. This is necessary to preserve the equilibrium of the Universe. The theory has been explained in the essay on Atu I, the Juggler, but must now be again emphasized in order to interpret this card. The key is that the Card represents t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 92

Konx Om Pax

… thought they understood him, and for that reviled him. Being mad, he did not care. All these men smoked heavily, and the silence of the world lay upon them.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 368

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…re my various thoughts and the miserable conster- nation into which I was thrown. I would not live those hours again for anything in the world, and had the devil been within my reach I should decidedly have given my soui to him in order that he should see me safely home. Butno one came to my rescue, and, though most unwilling, I had to submit to my terrible fate. 360

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1909 · PDF PAGE 368

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…re my various thoughts and the miserable conster- nation into which I was thrown. I would not live those hours again for anything in the world, and had the devil been within my reach I should decidedly have given my soui to him in order that he should see me safely home. Butno one came to my rescue, and, though most unwilling, I had to submit to my terrible fate. 360

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1919 · PDF PAGE 433

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…pride would mar the work. Aye, build it strong, lest the fierce rush of battling waves, that mount and beat its shore from out the great World Maya’s Ocean, swallow up the pilgrim and the isle—yea, even when the victory’s achieved. We now perceive more clearly the meaning of this pas- sage. Just as the man, in order to conquer the woman, used restraint, so also must this true Soul restrain itself, even at this high stage, although it gives itself completely up. Al- though it creates without thought and without desire, let it IItr

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1911 · PDF PAGE 25

The Vision and the Voice

…. All this time heavy blows have been raining upon me from invisible angels, so that I am weighed down as with a burden greater than the world. I am altogether crushed. Great mill- stones are hurled out of heaven upon me. I am trying to crawl to the lion, and the ground is covered with sharp knives. I cut myself at every inch. And the voice comes: Why art thou there who art here? Hast thou not the sign of the number, and the seal of the name, and the ring of the eye? Thou wilt not. 23

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1912 · PDF PAGE 177

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE TELL—TALE HEART people would bow down to me. The richest man in the world ! Think of it! I'll do wonderful things. I’ll buy the Tower of London for poor old Martin, dear old boy. On my soul, I love him like a father. [A þama] What was it now? I’ve forgotten—I knew a minute ago. However did the idea strike me? Such a beautiful idea. Aha! Aha! [Manner again change: to intense/y furtive hate inspired by horror] It is his eye—that pale blue filmy eye. It is like the eye of a vulture. My blood runs cold. I will cut it out; the blood will run warm…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 177

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE TELL—TALE HEART people would bow down to me. The richest man in the world ! Think of it! I'll do wonderful things. I’ll buy the Tower of London for poor old Martin, dear old boy. On my soul, I love him like a father. [A þama] What was it now? I’ve forgotten—I knew a minute ago. However did the idea strike me? Such a beautiful idea. Aha! Aha! [Manner again change: to intense/y furtive hate inspired by horror] It is his eye—that pale blue filmy eye. It is like the eye of a vulture. My blood runs cold. I will cut it out; the blood will run warm…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 427

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…dinner; the man of mystery was about to accept, when, some one having just said that they were waiting for a qabalist, well known in the world of occult science by the publication of a book entitled Dogme et rituel de la haute magie, Mr. Home suddenly changed countenance, and said, stammering, and with a visible embarrassment, that he could not remain, and that the approach of this Professor of Magic caused him an incomparable terror. Everything one could say to reassure him proved useless. “TI do not presume to judge the man,” said he; “I do n…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 562

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…ed aloud that he had lived. Hecalled that living, and he sang a hymn to the guillotine, which he called his beautiful betrothed, and the world was full of imbe- ciles who admired the wretch! Alfred de Musset, before extinguishing himself in drunkenness, wasted one of the finest talents of his century in songs of cold irony and of universal disgust. The unhappy man had been bewitched by the breath of a profoundly perverse woman, who, after having killed him, crouched like a ghoul upon his body and tore his winding sheet. We asked one day, of a y…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 580

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…bts. This, too, is what the human embryo may vaguely ask itself at the approach of that birth which is about to throw it into an unknown world by stripping it of its protective envelope. Let us study the mystery of birth, and we shall have the key of the great arcanum of death ! Thrown by the laws of Nature into the womb of a woman, the incarnated spirit very slowly wakes, and creates for itself with effort organs which will later be indispensable, but which as they grow increase its discomfort in its present situation. The happiest period of t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 427

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…dinner; the man of mystery was about to accept, when, some one having just said that they were waiting for a qabalist, well known in the world of occult science by the publication of a book entitled Dogme et rituel de la haute magie, Mr. Home suddenly changed countenance, and said, stammering, and with a visible embarrassment, that he could not remain, and that the approach of this Professor of Magic caused him an incomparable terror. Everything one could say to reassure him proved useless. “TI do not presume to judge the man,” said he; “I do n…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 562

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…ed aloud that he had lived. Hecalled that living, and he sang a hymn to the guillotine, which he called his beautiful betrothed, and the world was full of imbe- ciles who admired the wretch! Alfred de Musset, before extinguishing himself in drunkenness, wasted one of the finest talents of his century in songs of cold irony and of universal disgust. The unhappy man had been bewitched by the breath of a profoundly perverse woman, who, after having killed him, crouched like a ghoul upon his body and tore his winding sheet. We asked one day, of a y…

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