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Page 94 of 2031926 · PDF PAGE 29
…re truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarte…
1929 · PDF PAGE 445
… to adore more intelligently than the mob because it represents the descent of the Holy Spirit into the midst of that tremendous name of God which only occurs in {704} their ritual because of its power to annihilate the universe if pronounced correctly1. The intelligence of the average mason may be gauged by the following quotation from the R.A.M. degree. The twentieth century! --- and such stuff is solemnly offered as instruction to grown men! Some have doubted whether the Ark was capable of containing two of every sort of creature, with provi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 192
…E ACUS. Child of the earth and heaven, Our spirits thou hast riven With words we must admit, with power of song—whence given? Neither of God nor man, Thy song’s amazing span Hath caused strange joy among the woes Tartarean. RHADAMANTHUS. Never in the centuries Till godlike Heracles Burst the wild bonds, hath mortal found the fatal knees; Nor hath the bitter cry Of worlds in agony Answered the groans of those who weep, and cannot die. MINOS. Iron of heart and strong, We also suffer wrong. We know these words are just. not. Though thy song Were t…
1996 · PDF PAGE 13
… 1 [See pp. 157-161 below.] 2 [Crowley considered the number 31 to yield three keys to Liber Legis: the word al (a =1, l = 30; Heb. bx, “god”), la (Heb. xb, “not”), and a third key involving the formula shT = ©. 93 is the numeration of thelema (Grk. deXrjgia, “will”) and agape (Grk. ayairr], “love”), as well as the name Aiwaz in Hebrew (FTP). See Crowley, Book 4, Parts I-IV, rev. ed., passim.] One of the first and most important points to be noted is that the whole Book of the Law rests upon a mathematical basis. It makes no partial appeal; it …
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
… sword At our light bidding. Surely, surely, there We might float ever to the sea, and spare The dainty plumage of that perfect place. O God ! O Life ! O Death, thou would`st not wear Such evil mask upon thy golden face— O Mary, pity me of thine abounding grace. 43
1898 · PDF PAGE 47
…d, saying “ Behold The corner-stone of fame, the means of lust ” And I “ In thee I put but little trust Shameful, most vile, accursed of God’s ire, Dross of the dunghill’s most detested dust, Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire ? ” Christ came to me, alone and sorrowful, And offered me a cross, saying to me, “ I have great joys to give most bountiful. Carry this through the world, and when the sea Of death is past, then is prepared for thee A house of many mansions.” My desire Hid not from me the vileness of his plea :— “ Thou has a guerdon,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 67
ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE 61 Never a son nor a daughter grow From your waste limbs, lest the goddess weep ; Fill up the ranks from the babes that sleep Far in the arms of a god of snow. Conquer the world, that her throne may keep More of its pride, and its secret woe Flow through all earth as the rivers flow. Which of the gods is like thee, our queen ? Venus Callipyge, nameless, nude, Thou with the knowledge of all indued Secrets of life and the dreams that mean Loves that are not, as are mortals’, hued All rose and lily, but linger unseen Passion…
1898 · PDF PAGE 137
…forth a spume Of tawny sickly death ! All blotched and dark, The putrid air is vital with a spark Of fiery eyes of yonder filthy hound ! God ! I am reeling brain and body ! I swound ! The floor heaves up ! The worms devour my breast ! Beasts and lewd fish and wingèd things infest Each vital part ! Screech, rats ! more liquor ! Come ! Rumble, you rotting whore-skin of a drum ! I care not ! Scream, you rats ! Snakes, bite and hiss ! Hell’s spawn, I mouth you with this putrid kiss ! Satan ! Damnation ! This is the abyss !
1899 · PDF PAGE 202
…, And, like a mist of poison, heavily On my whole soul, bound down upon the wheel, _ There comes a spectre, dead, whose name is Fear. Ah God, he comes so near! In the pale fear of Death I have no share. I am through Love triumphant over him ; I almost yearn toward the stooping brim, And fledge the wings my soul is given to wear, And float in sunlight to the dome above, Clothed in the light of everlasting Love, Till an archangel from the golden stair Trumpet me out a welcome, and a dove With fiery feet and silver kisses come To bid me enter home…
1899 · PDF PAGE 239
…silver blade No angel’s sight, no fairy’s eye hath seen, No tender maid With subtle insight may behold its sheen With light inlaid ; But God, who forged it, breathed upon its point, And His pure unction did the hilt anoint. Within the poet’s hand he laid the sword : With reverent ear The poet listened to His word Cleansed through of fear. The brightness of the glory of the Lord Grew adamant, a spear! And when he took the falchion in his hand Lo! kings and princes bowed to his command. 217
1901 · PDF PAGE 22
… his forehead, Gold sparks from the forge of the stars, His shield with the Gorgon made horrid Hath blood on its bull-battled bars— Thou God of me, Mars ! He strides through the vibrating aether ; Spurns earth from His warrior feet ; Shakes fire from the forges beneath her ; His glances are fervid and fleet. With a cry that makes tremble the thunder, Light-speared, with a sword that is flame, He bursts the vast spaces asunder. His angels arise and proclaim : The Lord is His Name ! O Lord ! Thou didst march out of Edom ! Thou leapedst from the M…
1901 · PDF PAGE 140
…uails within me ; “ My heart is fixed,” in vain I cry ; The little loves and whispers win me : “ Eli, lama sabacthani ! ” O Chomse, moon-god, grant thy boon, The silver pathway of the moon ! Beyond the Glory of the Dawn, Beyond the Splendour of the Sun, Thy secret Spirit is withdrawn, The plumes of the Concealéd One. Amoun ! upon the Cross I cry, I am Osiris, even I ! O Thou ! the All, the many-named, The One in many manifest !
1910 · PDF PAGE 93
…shadowy shapes Of steep and silent bays and capes The water takes its darkest hue ; Catches no laughter from the blue ; No purple ray or god escapes, But dim green shadow comes and drapes Its lustre : thus the night burns through Tall groves of yew. Thither, ah thither ! Hollow vales Trembling with early nightingales ! Languish, O sea of sleep ! Young moon Dream on above in maiden swoon ! None daring to invoke the gales To shake our sea, and swell our sails. Not song, but silence, were a boon Save for this tune. Round capes grown darker as nig…
1910 · PDF PAGE 49
…for a splendid second; and fell moaning back, Smitten by Love’s forked flashing rod—as if the uprooted mandrake yelled! As if I had seen God, and died! I thirst! I writhe upon the rack! El Arabi! El Arabi! It is not love! I am compelled By some fierce fate, a vulture poised, heaven’s single ominous speck of black. E] Arabi! 37
1910 · PDF PAGE 49
…for a splendid second; and fell moaning back, Smitten by Love’s forked flashing rod—as if the uprooted mandrake yelled! As if I had seen God, and died! I thirst! I writhe upon the rack! El Arabi! El Arabi! It is not love! I am compelled By some fierce fate, a vulture poised, heaven’s single ominous speck of black. E] Arabi! 37
1913 · PDF PAGE 129
…verything by the force of our Magick, so do we work upon the Pantacle. That which is merely a piece of common bread shall be the body of God ! The Wand was the will of man, his wisdom, his word ; the Cup was his understanding, the vehicle of grace; the Sword was his reason; and the Pantacle shall be his body, the temple of the Holy Ghost. What is the length of this Temple? 117
1906 · PDF PAGE 143
THE GOD-EATER 137 CriospA. What of the power? I bid these waves be calm In Maurya’s name. [The storm tucreases momently in vio- lence. RUPHA muttters on. CRIOSDA shows with a gesture that he knows his words avail nothing. Rupua. Ho! Ho! Criospa. I wittingly and well resumed the rite Learnt at thy breast, old wolf ! RupHaA. Ho! Ho! The might is mine O’ the rune divine. Silence, winds ! Peace, ye waves! The spell binds Their wrath In the graves Below ocean. Clear the path ! Cease your motion? Swift, be slow ! Ho! Ho! [ The storm ceases. CrIOSDA. …
1898 · PDF PAGE 62
…bitterest journey, as I trow, A man may take, so solitary, so vast, It binds the future now, and stultifies the past. Only the hope that God may reunite Our ways diverging, and make one again The deathless love that burns a beacon bright On the black deeps, the irremeable main, That men must launch on, the exalted plain Of Life. We sever, and our tears are few, Knowing perchance beyond the moment’s pain 52
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open in the Name that binds Eternity.
1904 · PDF PAGE 97
… colder, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gave (alas ! in joking) The cunt that needs no stoking. The prick that always stands Were mate most fit to find her (Were any luck) to grind her, And then slip in behind her While frigging fast with hands. Ah ! one cunt worth the tickling, One stream of spunk worth trickling ! Ah sweet ! one prick worth pickling [99]