Magick Without Tears
…eir true Wills. The murderer has the Will-to-Iive; and his will to murder is a false will at variance with his true Will, since he risks death at the hands of Society by obeying his criminal impulse.
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…eir true Wills. The murderer has the Will-to-Iive; and his will to murder is a false will at variance with his true Will, since he risks death at the hands of Society by obeying his criminal impulse.
…imself, the appearance of the spirit, his conversation, possible shocks from imprudence, and so on, even to ecstasy on the one hand, and death or madness on the other. But can any of the effects described in this our book Goetia be obtained, and if so, can you give a rational explanation of the circumstances? Say you so? I can, and will. The spirits of the Goetia are portions of the human brain. Their seals therefore represent (Mr. Spencer’s projected cube) methods of stimulating or regulating those particular spots (through the eye). The names…
…rments, who makes me partake of the sacraments; bread, that is labour; and fire, that is wit; and a rose, that is sin; and wine, that is death. And all about us isa great company of angels in many- coloured robes, rose and spring-green, and sky-blue, and pale gold, and silver, and lilac, solemnly chanting without words. It is music wonderful beyond all that can be thought. And now we go out of the chamber; on the right is a pylon, and the right figure is Isis, and the left figure * No angel has been mentioned. The Seer was lost to being. 53
…t, and harmonious is all this garden, that it seems like a great opal. A voice comes: This water which thou seest is called the water of death. But NEMO hath filled therefrom our springs. And I said: Who is NEMO? And the voice answered: A dolphin’s tooth, and a ram’s horns, and the hand of a man that is hanged, and the phallus of a goat. (By this I understand that nun is explained by shin, and hé by resh, and mem by yod, and ayin by tau. NEMO is therefore called 165=11 x15; and is in himself g10=91 Amen x 10; and 13 x 70=The One Eye, 4chad Ayin…
…warning or ap- parent cause the convulsions would begin. Arthur's steady scientific brain stood it well; it was only two days before his death that delirium began. I was not with him; worn out as I was, and yet utterly unable to sleep, the doctor had insisted on my taking a long motor drive. In the fresh air I slumbered. I awoke to hear an unfamil- iar voice saying in my ear, Now for the fun of the fair! There was no one there. Quick on its heels followed my husband's voice as I had long since known and loved it, clear, strong, resonant, meas…
…f the mighty ones who govern, spirits, Liachidae and ministers of the House telocabé: o0 @abaame Dtahila Apologiae Do em JPoamala, ol of Death: and by the Chief Prince of the seat of Apologia in the Ninth Legion, I do vinu-ta oD 300amecta! Mo celanusabe wvaoresagt Jatda, invoke thee and by invoking conjure thee. And being exalted above ye in the power of the Most gobusa pujo ilagsa, Darebesa, Do-o-i-apé totza Das cameliatza oD asa, High, Isay unto thee, Obey! inthe name of him who spake and it was, kasaremeé tofagilo tolteregi dDarebesa. JPilab…
… thing. Dull heavy heat burns through the clouded sky, And yet no promise of the latter rains. Earth bears her fruit, but unrefreshed of death. In winter is no sorrow, in the dry Harsh spring no joy, while pestilence and pains Hover like wolves behind the summer’s breath.
…Empress; The Emperor; The Hierophant; The Lovers (or, The Brothers); The Chariot; Adjustment; The Hermit; Fortune; Lust; The Hanged Man; Death; Art; The Devil; The Tower (or, War); The Star; The Moon; The Sun; The Aeon; The Universe. APPENDIX. The Fool—i. Silence; ii. De Sapientia et Stultitia; De Oraculo Summo; iii. De Herba Sanctissima Arabia; De Quibusdam Mysteriis, Quae Vidi; De Quodam Modo Meditationis; Se‐ quitur De Hac Re; Conclusio De Hoc Modo Sanctitatis; De Via Sola Solis. The Magus— i. De Mercuno; ii. The Lord of Illusion; Fortune, R…
…is no m ore pain; only an intense interest sim ilar to that which has enabled men of science to watch and note the progress of their own death-agony. Un- 1 “W hy should y ou expect Vedana to m ake Rupa appear illusory?” asked a friend of mine, on reading through the MS. of this essay. The reason of my omission to explain is that to m e it had seemed obvious. T he fact had been assim ilated. To meditate on any thing is to per ceive its unr eal nature. Notably this is so in concentrating on parts of the body, such as the nose. On this phenomenon …
EPILOGUE A DEATH IN THESSALY.! Mévos Oewy yap Odvaros ob Swowr pa. —AESCH., Fr. Niobe. | FAREWELL! Althzean ! The strange fruits lure me of Persephone ; I raise the last, the memorable pean, Storm-throated, mouthed as the cave-roll- ing sea ; I lift the cup : deep draughts of blue Lethean ! My wine to me. O Light of day, O torch O lamentable season of Apollo, When swoops his glory to the golden wave ! As all his children, so their lord shall follow ! The flower he slew, the maiden he would save, As Itylus,? light woven, tuned! Oh swallow, Bewai…
… night sortie, and will traverse the wilds of Wales. y. At the end of his resources among the Welsh mountains, he is compelled to put to death his only remaining child. By this sacrifice he saves the world of chivalry. vi. He having become an holy hermit, a certain dwarf, splendidly clothed, cometh to Arthur’s court, bearing tidings of a Questing Beast, The knights fail to lift him, this being the test of worthiness. vii. Lancelot findeth him upon Scawfell, clothed in his white beard. He returneth, and, touching the dwarf but with his finger, h…
… all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have closed around YAjfiavalkhya when he exclaimed: After death there is no consciousness. For where there is as it were a duality, there one sees the other, smells, hears, addresses, comprehends, and knows the other; but when everything has become to him his own self, how should he smell, see, hear, address, understand, or know anyone at all? How should he know him, through whom he knows all this, how should he know the knower?* Thus does the Supreme Atman become un…
… all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have closed around YAjfiavalkhya when he exclaimed: After death there is no consciousness. For where there is as it were a duality, there one sees the other, smells, hears, addresses, comprehends, and knows the other; but when everything has become to him his own self, how should he smell, see, hear, address, understand, or know anyone at all? How should he know him, through whom he knows all this, how should he know the knower?* Thus does the Supreme Atman become un…
…nto a deep pit. He is about to bear witness that there is no God but God, and Mo- hammed is his prophet (i.e. about to resign himself to death), when he is lifted out by a woman’s hand and set on solid earth again. “ O ass ! how dost thou dare awaken Ayeshah the promised wife of the Prophet of Allah ? ” “ O Ayeshah ! I met a cer- tain dog, who bore witness that thou wast tighter than it is possible to believe, the liar ! ” “ Verily, o ass, but Omar hath passed by since then.” Ed.] 7. The same phrase is used as in the story of this name in Alf L…
…re be subtlety therein! But exceed! exceed! Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine-and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous-death is the crown of all. Here, in a few simple phrases, is a complete guide-in skeleton-to the Art of Love. Genius without technique is often clumsy and unintelligible; but technique without genius is dry bones. Genius is there, or is not there; nor wit nor work avail if it be absent. Yet one may maintain that it is always there, since "Every man and every woman is a star." In any case only technique respond…
…fume Shall hide our shame ! Come, love, within the gloom ! For one last night, sweet sister, be the same ; Come, nestle with me in sweet Death’s hot womb! Two sunny eyes! And this is all my ruin! Two gleaming thighs ! And all to my undoing! Far-swelling curves in ivory rapture rise Warm and too white—bethink you of the wooing ! 1 John Ford, author of ‘'’Tis Pity she’s a Whore,” a drama of fraternal incest, and other well-known plays. »
…he opened the little safe in the wall at the head of his bed, and drew forth the obscene picture from its envelope marked In case of my death or dis- ability THIS PACKET is to be DESTROYED UNOPENED. T. Bugg. Then he would sit, and hold it in his hot hands, and gloat upon the evil thing, lifting it now and again to his mouth to cover it with greedy, slobbering kisses. And afterwards, when it was safely locked up again, he would undress with a certain unction. Once even he at- temptedwith the aid of a bath towelto take the pose before the mir…
… that stained the Heaven of Urania. And all these are the excrement of Choronzon. It is this “shutting up” that is hideous, the image of death. It is the opposite of Going, which is God. Women under Christianity are kept virgin for the market as Strasbourg geese are nailed to boards till their livers putrefy. The nature of woman has been corrupted, her hope of a soul thwarted, her proper pleasure balked, and her mind poisoned, to titillate the jaded palates of senile bankers and ambassadors. Why do men insist on “innocence” in women? 1. To flat…
…he secret of Demeter. Nay, (even I) the Oracle may speak in his heart and foretell or foreshadow the greater mysteries of Persephone, of Death the daughter of Love. Those, too, who are thus reborn will understand that I who write these words am stretched on the wet earth on the day of Spring. It is night, but only the sea whispers of Per- sephone, as the stars intimate Urania whose mystery is the third, and beyond. My body is absorbed in scent and touch; for the consuming fire of my sight has burnt itself out to blind- ness, and in my mouth is o…
…he secret of Demeter. Nay, (even I) the Oracle may speak in his heart and foretell or foreshadow the greater mysteries of Persephone, of Death the daughter of Love. Those, too, who are thus reborn will understand that I who write these words am stretched on the wet earth on the day of Spring. It is night, but only the sea whispers of Per- sephone, as the stars intimate Urania whose mystery is the third, and beyond. My body is absorbed in scent and touch; for the consuming fire of my sight has burnt itself out to blind- ness, and in my mouth is o…