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Page 93 of 1061907 · PDF PAGE 95
…uddha smiles; ’twas Jesus wept ! Arise, O brother and adept! MN. Master ! A. The torture-hqurs are past. 4. The peace of pain is mine at last. A, Ere the moon rise, the brethren meet. Come, let us turn toward the South. N. Lord, I embrace thy holy feet. al. Nay, let me kiss thee on the mouth. Desunt cetera. THE STUMBLING-BLOCK., I ALMOST wonder if I ought To hymn this height of human pain : To enter into Jones’s thought I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. Terrestrial speech is wholly vain To carry meaning as it ought :— To enter into Jones’s t…
1906 · PDF PAGE 61
… all but Will is lost ; so, seventh, he bends it from its bodily station into the great abyss of Meditation, whence the firm level is at last his own and Rapture’s royal throne is more than throne, sarco- phggus! an end! an end! Resounds the echo in the stone, incalculable myriads of tons poised in gigantic balance overhead, about, beneath. O blend your voices, angels of the awful earth! dogs! demons leaping into hideous birth from the imprisoned deserts of the Nile! And thou, O habitant most dread, disastrous crocodile, hear thou the Law, and …
1907 · PDF PAGE 30
…nastery is chosen because of its unpleasant proximity to Crowley's home. 2 (A word to bid you notice with what mastery Of technique that last stanza there was written, I risk a pcet's license on one cast, Ery! (Pet name for thee, Eros!) The lines are smitten Into due harmony double-rhymed, well- knitten, SCENE II.! SIR PERCY PERCIVALE (02 a@ mountain summit). No higher? No higher? All hell is my portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortion. This is the summit ? Attained is the height. Down like a plummet To blackness and night Hope goe…
1929 · PDF PAGE 311
311 at last, not to be Aleister Crowley, an individual independent of the communion of cosmic consciousness, but merely one manifestation of the Universal Mind whose thought must be sterile unless sown broadcast to blossom and bear fruit in every acre of God's vineyard. {505} P A R T F O U R MAGICAL WORKINGS 58 November 18th, 1905 was my seventh birthday in the Order, I wrote: "About now I may count my Speculative Criticism of the Reason as not only proved and understood, but realized." And on the ninteenth: "The misery of this is simply sicken…
1939 · PDF PAGE 35
…nds in which the breath is held, either inside or outside the lungs. (It is said, by the way, that the operation of breathing out should last about twice as long as that of breathing in, the theory being that breathing out quickly may bring a loss of energy. I think there may be something in this.) 23. There are other practices. For instance, one can make the breathing as quick and shallow as possible. Any good practice is likely to produce its own phenomena, but in accordance with the general thesis of these lectures I think it will be obvious…
1929 · PDF PAGE 271
…ld bird calls its mate --- and I? Come to my tent this night of May, and cuddle close and crown me king! Drink, drink or fill of love at last -- a little while and we shall die, O kissable Tarshitering! Droop the long lashes; close the eyes with eyelids like beetle's wing! Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted butterfly, Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me and sting! Nay? Are you coy? hen I will catch your hips and hold you wild and shy Until your very struggles set your velvet buttocks all a-sqing, Until their mus…
1905 · PDF PAGE 39
…indow. Clear starry night, no moon. Chamber furnished with books, alchemtc instruments, etc. He gazes some minutes, stzhs deeply, but at last speaks. THE world moves not. abyss, Look down into the black unfathomed vault Of starland and behold—myself. I gaze upon the The sea To give a sense of motion or of sound Washes the walls of this grey tower in vain ; I contemplate myself in that dim sphere Whose hollow centre I am standing at With burning eyes intent to penetrate ‘The black circumference, and find out God-— 1 Jehovah, the name of 4 letter…
1919 · PDF PAGE 297
… pronouncements are either platitudes or untrue, they either mean nothing that can’t be taken for granted or a good deal that can’t. The last of these ‘principles’ is that one should ‘compose in the sequence of the musical phrase, not in the sequence of a metronome.’ If this means that ‘My brother John was nine in May; And I’ll be twelve on New Year’s day’ is not fine poetry, let’s shake hands: but if it means that ‘Till the maid, knowing her mother near, Sobs with love, aching with sweet fear’ are not poetic lines, it means nonsense. In either…
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
…s of the empty tomb, And there I see the lovers piteous Splendidly flash within the silver sphere Of light, and there I lose them at the last Most wonderfully passed within the veil Of Time ; caught up into the Infinite. Lay them together. And the hollow hill Shall echo me ‘‘ together,” and the sky, And the wide sea, and all the fragrant air, Shall linger in the tumult of the dawn. Lay them together. And thestill small voice Shall whisper ‘‘ Peace,” and in the evening “* Peace.” Hark! the growing THE VIOLET’S LOVE-STORY. Amonc the lilies of the…
1907 · PDF PAGE 240
…nch, Triibner & Co. Ltd. | 1899. Collation: —Demy 4to, pp. 12. Crimson wrapper and Title-page in one. Text, pp. 1-12. Imprint at foot of last page, ‘*Chiswick Press: Charles Whittingham and Co., Tooks Court, Chancery Lane, London.” Edition: 500 copies on machine-made paper. [JJFPHTHAH: 1898] Jephthah | a Tragedy | by | a gentleman of the University of | Cambridge | (Aleister Crow- ley) | London | 1898 | [not for sale]. Collation:—Demy 8vo, cut edges, pp. 71; consisting of Half-title, ‘‘Jephthah | a tragedy,’ on reverse quotation from Ham- let ;…
1929 · PDF PAGE 418
… and eternity; And where the oil, the Holiest Breath, With its first whisper dedicateth Its new life to a further death. This experience lasted throughout the night, and I describe the dawn, the awakening of the world and myself to what men call reality. The trout leap in the shingly shallows. Soared skyward the great sun, that hallows The pagan shrines of labour and light As the moon consecrates the night. Labour is corn and love is wine, And both are blessd in the shrine; Nor is he for priest designated. Who partakes only in one kind. I suit…
1905 · PDF PAGE 105
98 MYSTERIES: LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC Sounded the voice we knew as God’s. The words Were not a question any more, but said : ‘The last and greatest is within you now.” Then fire too subtle and omniscient Devoured our substance, and we moved again Not down, not up, but inwards mystically Involving self in self, and light in light. And this was not a pain, but peaceable Like young-eyed love, reviving ; it consumed And consecrated and made savour sweet To our changed senses. And the dual self Of love grew less distinct and I began To feel her heart i…
1907 · PDF PAGE 61
…edeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes. 18. Ah! Love! the hour is over! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, () Rose, O perfect miracle lover, Call me! I hear thee though it be across The abyss of the whole universe, Though not a sigh escape. delicious loss ! Vhough hardly a wish rehearse The imperfection underlying ever The perfect happiness. 1 It will be noticed in fact that this poem is in an original metre, no stanza being com- plete in itself, but one running on into the next. Thou knowest that not in fles…
1919 · PDF PAGE 156
…age 96 “I must attain or . . . an end to J. St. J.” seems similar to the state arrived at on Sept. 5, 1910, when I determined to ask the last WHY? and afterwards entered into Peace. On page 133 he says “subtly, simply, imperceptibly gliding I passed away into nothing. . . . I felt the interior trembling kindle itself into a kiss . . . also I was given to enjoy the subtle Presence of my Lord interiorly during the whole of the twelfth day. But he withdrew Himself . . . yet leaving a comfort not to be told, a Peace... The Peace.” Yes, with me also…
1905 · PDF PAGE 262
…day Still on the infinite slow tune of limbs Moving in rapture ; sleepy echo swims In the dissolving brain, Love conquering lassitude at last to win Pain out of peace, and pleasure from a pang ; Then, scorpion-stung of its own terrible tang, Burnt of its own fire, soiled of its own stain, Falls conquered as a bird Bolt-stricken through the brain, To the resounding plain : The double word, The seesaw of all misery—begin The alluring mysteries of lust and sin ; Ends their delight !—and are they clear to sight ? Or mixed with death, compact of nig…
1907 · PDF PAGE 96
…his muck, the pick Will foul and jam, slip, swerve, or stick. Clear off the chips, the blow goes true. Now, mister, off, my to you!” The last oath faded in the air. The poet woke and was aware Of property and children. Claims His breech a vesta. Up the flames Leap ; he stalks forth, free among men, With just a notebook and a pen. fool ! AU CAVEAU DES INNOCENTS. Oct, 28, 1904. NiGut, like a devil, with lidless eyes, Stands avenging over the Halls. Sleep there is none, for day awaits Tokens of toil; there is none that dies, Death being rest; ther…
1907 · PDF PAGE 175
… remember or forget New-born ! and though the goddess bade The nymph-bud blossom to a maid, And soulless immortality Reach to a soul, at last to die, For love’s own sake, bliss dearly bought For change’s altering coin ill-wrought, It seemed as though the soul were strange, Not fledged, not capable to range At random through the world of sense Opened so swift and so intense Unto the being. Thus she stood Impatient on the patient flood With wonder waking in her eyes. Thus the young dove droops wing, and dies, In wonder why the winged thing Loosed…
1906 · PDF PAGE 138
…. Criospa. [Recovering.| Who is at the door? Back, back. It is ill luck, ill luck, I say. Where is old Andrew? The faithful fool—Oh, the last dreadful look of his glazed eyes! What am I saying? Maurya, girl, go! I must tend the temple. I must be alone. It is not fitting— Maurya. You are ill; come and be tended yourself, first. CriospA. No! I am well. girl, not a God. Maurya. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not—— CRIOSDA. Stop, don’t ! LAsede.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods are god…
1919 · PDF PAGE 300
…ave to come ultimately out of his own pocket, which is not very nice to think of, when you are 78 years old, rich and honoured, and your last near relative is lying dead in her house. I think possibly that he may have paid a few shillings for a cheap coffin, for the subject seems to worry him very much. Two years later he is trying to swindle this nephew aforesaid out of some property, and one of the arguments which he uses is, that if he gets this money to which he has no right, he will be able to have a stone put on the grave of his sister. I…
1907 · PDF PAGE 18
… quailed, Intimate with the naked probe ? I know the husks! to strip; name, form, Sensation, then perception, stress Of nature thither ; last, the swarm Of honey-bees called consciousness. These change and shape a myriad shapes. Diverse are these, not one at all, What gain I if my scalpel scrapes, Turning before some final wall Of soul? Not so, nothing is there. The qualities are all: for this I stop as I have stopped ; intrude No science, for I love the fair ; No wedlock, for I love the kiss ; No scalpel, for I love the nude. And we await the …