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Page 97 of 1281911 · PDF PAGE 170
…first glory, and every note of every song is a fresh flower in the garland of peace. This child danceth not, but it is because he is the soul of the two dances,—the right hand and the left hand, and in him they are one dance, the dance without motion. There is dew on all the fire. Every drop is the quintes- sence of the ecstasy of stars. * There are long intervals between many of these paragraphs, the Seer having been lost to Being. The reader will note that “The Great and Terrible Angel” has not been mentioned, but comes in suddenly. This was …
1904 · PDF PAGE 68
…ation, the appreciation of the Brixton chapel. G. K. CHESTERTON. 778, 779. The rest of life, for self-control, For liberation of the soul.81 Who said Rats ? Thanks for your advice, Tony Veller, but it came in vain. As the ex-monk* (that shook the bookstall) wrote in confidence to the publisher : “ Existence is mis’ry I’ th’ month Tisri * Joseph McCabe, who becam e a Rationalist writer. The allusion is to Crowley’s marriage and subsequent return to the East. At th’ fu’ o’ th’ moon I were shot wi’ a goon. (Goon is no Scots, But Greek, Meester…
1907 · PDF PAGE 202
…G-ERA. Obey ! ALECTO. Obey ! HADEs. O throne of Hell! Onight! Oday Of anguish exquisite beyond control, Fibre and substance of my inmost soul ! There is a power not mine, and yet in me Burning its cold and cruel agony O pain ! With icy flames, its cutting poison fangs Striking my being with detested pangs. Alas ! of me and not to be expelled, Conjured, assuaged, averted. Grey as eld The juice of blood that stagnates in my veins Appals their current with avenging pains :— O pitiful and hateful sense Of agony and grief and impotence ! O misery of…
1913 · PDF PAGE 561
…hildren; and our life consumes itself for the sake of our thoughts. Happy are those who find again immortality in the creations of their soul! Woe unto them who wear them- selves out to nourish falsehood and to fatten death! for every one will reap the harvest of his own sowing. There are some unquiet and tormented creatures whose influence is disturbing and whose conversation is fatal. In their presence one feels one’s self irritated, and one leaves their presence angry ; yet, by a secret perversity, one looks for them, in order to experience …
1913 · PDF PAGE 561
…hildren; and our life consumes itself for the sake of our thoughts. Happy are those who find again immortality in the creations of their soul! Woe unto them who wear them- selves out to nourish falsehood and to fatten death! for every one will reap the harvest of his own sowing. There are some unquiet and tormented creatures whose influence is disturbing and whose conversation is fatal. In their presence one feels one’s self irritated, and one leaves their presence angry ; yet, by a secret perversity, one looks for them, in order to experience …
1916 · PDF PAGE 11
…her the word is being used by the Pope or Mr. G. W. Foote or Herbert Spencer or Billy Sunday. If you ask me for the meaning of the word soul, I am equally at a loss. To the Buddhist it is a figment of the imagination of certain Hindu philosophers. The Qabalists use it as almost synonymous with body. Every metaphysician that ever lived has used this word in a different sense, and has nearly always forgotten to define it. Now if, to bring back the matter to the question of Mr. Stuart and his letters to the universe, we find in one of them the…
1919 · PDF PAGE 425
…s neces- sary. 40. For, on Path fourth, the lightest breeze of passion or desire will stir the steady light upon the pure white walls of Soul. The smallest wave of longing or regret for Maya's gifts illusive, along Antakarana—the path that lies be- tween thy Spirit and thy Self, the highway of sensations, the rude arousers of AhankGra (the faculty that makes the illu- sion called the Ego)—a thought as fleeting as the lightning flash will make thee thy three prizes forfeit—the prizes thou hast won. The meaning is again very much confused by the …
1922 · PDF PAGE 176
…ve quarrelled. I fell into a state of sleepless agony. Our visit to the studio had burnt itself into my mind. I imagined the flesh of my soul sizzling beneath the white hot branding iron of Lamus’s Will. I reached out my hands for this diary.. It has relieved me to write it down in all this detail. I found myself on fire with passionate determination to fight H. and C. to a finish ; and my hands were tied behind my back, my feet were fettered by a chain and ball. I wouldn’t be made to stop by that beast. We'd get it despite him. We wouldn't be …
1929 · PDF PAGE 287
…said to begin a new phase of my career. Up to this point, I have been able to interweave the strands of my three lives; the lives of the soul, the mind and the body; or, more accurately, in the language of the Cabbala, the Neschamah, the Ruach and the Nephesch. The Hebrew sages have made an admirably simple, significant and accurate classification. The Neschamah is that aspiration which in most men is no more than a void and voiceless longing. It become articulate only when it compels the Ruach to interpret it. The Nephesch, or animal soul, is …
1909 · PDF PAGE 198
…as of golden youth. Its skin was polished and shining, not as if reflecting the guarded light of the electric globes, but as if the very soul of light—a light too essential to be recognised as light by men— did inhabit and inform it. As she lay, the gilded lily, she moved the passionate lips 188
1909 · PDF PAGE 198
…as of golden youth. Its skin was polished and shining, not as if reflecting the guarded light of the electric globes, but as if the very soul of light—a light too essential to be recognised as light by men— did inhabit and inform it. As she lay, the gilded lily, she moved the passionate lips 188
1919 · PDF PAGE 93
…r upon our island; we shall eat of their fruit, and be glad. 51. But for me the lustral water, the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding abyss. 52. [havea little son like a wanton goat; my daughter is 87
1919 · PDF PAGE 270
…unts the first step of the altar. THE PRIEST. Ocircle of Stars whereof our Father is but the younger brother, marvel beyond imagination, soul of infinite space, before whom Time is ashamed, the mind be- wildered, and the understanding dark, not unto Thee may we attain, unless Thine image be Love. Therefore by seed and root and stem and bud and leaf and flower and fruit do we invoke Thee. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume …
1907 · PDF PAGE 26
…gth , commencing as it might in exaltation , ended in nine cases out of ten in somnolence . Poetry must stimulate , it must irritate the soul in some definite manner , or else it ceases to be poetry . For when once poetry exerts a soporific power its whole object is lost , and , as a flash of lightning , it must be vivid , bright , flaming for a moment , awful , eloquent , rush ing from the darkness of night through the flashing elements of day into the silence of eternity . And this is exactly the poetry we here find . No poems are of any grea…
1907 · PDF PAGE 209
…elligence only , and though pure , sees through the colouring of the intellect .” In “ Pentecost ," Crowley writes : You know for me the soul is nought Save a new phantom in the thought , That thought itself impermanent , Save as a casual element With such another may combine To form now water and now wine ; The element itself may be Changeless to all eternity , But compounds ever fluctuate With time or space or various state . ( Ask chemists else !) So I must claim Spirit and matter are the same Or else the prey of putrefaction .? And we inten…
1911 · PDF PAGE 44
…t. A voice comes: For he is a jocund and a ruddy god, and his laughter is the vibration of all that exists, and the earth- quakes of the soul. One is conscious of the whirring of the wheel thrilling one, like an electric discharge passing through one. 42
1911 · PDF PAGE 153
… of the Seer was too stupid to receive the light, and therefore reflected it. Therefore, as the pure light is colourless, so is the pure soul black. And this is the Mystery of the incest of CHAOS with his daughter. There is nothing whatever visible. But I asked of an Angel that is at my side if the ceremony hath been duly performed. And he says: Yes, the Aethyr is present. It is thou that canst not perceive it, even as I cannot perceive it, because it is so entirely beyond thy conception that there is nothing in thy mind on to which it can cast…
1910 · PDF PAGE 270
…it, I heard the rattle of the brazen contents shaken from side to side with feelings of the most supreme absurdity possible to the human soul. Presently the leg was restored to its former state, but in the interim its mate had grown to a size which would have made it a very respectable trotter for Brian Boru or one of the Titans. Elevated some few hundred feet into the firmament, I was compelled to hop upon my giant pedestal in a way very ungraceful in a world where two legs were the fashion, and eminently disagreeable to the slighted member, w…
1910 · PDF PAGE 337
…to talk. The little worm which is issuing from her mouth begins: “Tam her mouth, her beautiful mouth, that sweet frail chalice where her soul delighted to dissolve itself and to lie. That mouth of hers, so nervous, so intimately sensible, that it is pleasant to think of it as the fragile rim of the holy and wonderful amphora of her strange exultant being. “TI am—since I was fed on them—all that litany of kisses which passion flung like a storm of wet rose-leaves on to her mouth—am, am I not?—all those dreams and pale blue shim- mering fantasies…
1910 · PDF PAGE 270
…it, I heard the rattle of the brazen contents shaken from side to side with feelings of the most supreme absurdity possible to the human soul. Presently the leg was restored to its former state, but in the interim its mate had grown to a size which would have made it a very respectable trotter for Brian Boru or one of the Titans. Elevated some few hundred feet into the firmament, I was compelled to hop upon my giant pedestal in a way very ungraceful in a world where two legs were the fashion, and eminently disagreeable to the slighted member, w…