tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69645931148319177842024-02-06T18:55:44.242-08:00THE VOICE OF FIREUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964593114831917784.post-36812919752395671472015-09-23T10:11:00.001-07:002018-02-10T09:20:44.126-08:00Volume I, Number X<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number 10. Autumn Equinox An CIX ☉ in <span style="color: black;">0° Libra,</span> ☽ in 29° <span style="color: black;">Capricorn.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23rd</span> September 2015 e.v.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">'Draw into naught </span></div>
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All life, death, hatred, love: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Hear thou the Voice of Fire!' </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number X of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to <span style="color: black;">Oscar Eckenstein [1859-1921]</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">CONTENTS </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Oscar Eckenstein</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber Stellae Rubeae</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Qabalah: an introduction</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Lucifer</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> A dark eternal love</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Heat and Dust: Crowley's walk across Spain</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> An epistle upon the sordid duty of marriage</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Two Gods am I</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Pegamina parts eleven and twelve</span></div>
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It is with deep sadness and regret that we must inform our thoughtful and observant readers of the tragic loss of our dear friend and faithful editor here at the Voice of Fire. With no word of communication from him in several weeks it is assumed his gentle soul has been uplifted to more splendid heights, ones more than our mere Capital of this fair and measured old country of ours can afford!
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Habeas corpus hic et nunc!</em>
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Anthony Blanche
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Brother Blanche, weep no more for news of my sad demise is unfounded, I have merely hitched my temple to the wind and set in a middle shire of England! No Mr Blanche, there was no long illness; no wasted words of mourning for I am not deceased. I have not lost the balance of my mind (as some would say) in my decision to leave your murderous metropolis; your celestial city of torment that grows ever more distasteful by the division between the obscenely rich and the unfortunate poor. But what is the difference between leaving London and madness or even death? you ask – </span><br />
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<em>adhuc sub juduce lis est.</em>
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Yes Blanche and dear reader take heart and be encouraged, for there is indeed life after London!
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Aside from the temple’s new location I have been walking the Cleveland Way in the North Yorkshire Moors and being surrounded by the wild landscape of the heather moorland with its grouse butts and seemingly endless paths; the woodland which provides shade in the heat of the sun and the coastline with its bracing wind and salty air; all this gives a good example of how a journey can be so varied and diverse. These long distance trails, like the magical journey we are all on are filled with interest and surprise at every step, such as the monuments in the landscape, the wonderful view-points, meetings with fellow travellers and glimpsing the usually hidden wildlife – the magic is everywhere and we are reminded that it is the journey itself, not just the destination which is important!
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As the light of summer fades and we prepare for the darkness of winter ahead, I cannot help but think of the many such journeys I have taken, such as walking the South Downs and the North Downs; walking the Speyside Way in Scotland and cycling the Great Glen and the Peddars Way; walking the North Norfolk Coast; touching upon the Pennines, the Cornish Coast and Offa’s Dyke... there is so much to explore within this beautiful Isle we live upon. From each and every one of these journeys experiences are retained and continue with us through life for nature is the great teacher to everyone who wishes to study under her! </span><br />
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I am also reminded how each of us can create our own small wonder of nature for ourselves; our own sacred space. The English garden is not only a space to gather around the ubiquitous barbeque eating partially burnt bloody meat or blackened tasteless flesh washed down with beer and wine! If you are fortunate enough to have a garden then this can become much more for it has a definite boundary which like the magic circle can be seen as a magical circumference with its ordinal points. This ‘sacred space’ can be used for magical workings and if you are lucky enough not to be overlooked then simple or even elaborate rituals can be performed sky clad, as our friends in the pagan community like to say! </span><br />
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The garden should provide nourishment for the soul and ideally for the body too in the growing of fruit, vegetables and herbs – this could be a small salad crop in a container if you have little or no outside space (I lived in London for eighteen years without an outside space and so a small window sill became like a sacred altar to nature!) Some see it as an outer room, a place to relax and de-stress; some garden by the phases of the moon and others simply let their garden grow wild
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<em>‘Let the garden be forever o’ergrown, for nature’s o’ergrown!’</em>
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I am reminded of the poet and gardener James Ernest Turner (1909-1975) who says in the first chapter of the first volume of his marvellous autobiography ‘Seven gardens for Catherine’ (1968) that ‘the record of a man’s gardening is the autobiography if not of his soul, certainly of his body. His fingers, hands and feet will bear traces of cuts and blisters turned to callouses from the time he digs his first spit of earth to his last, even as his mind will bear traces of all the plants he has grown, all the books he has read on the subject, all his triumphs and all his failures. The only earth he will never dig is that of his own grave.’ [1. When Sidcup was a village]
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Should there be some choice of labour in the afterlife then give me an acre of land that I may garden through seasons of solitude for eternity!</span><br />
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The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc). Please send all submissions to the editor at barryvanasten418@hotmail.com
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Frederick Gottlieb Eckenstein, a German Jewish refugee was born on 3rd September 1820 in Bingen, Germany. Frederick left Bonn in 1848 because of his ‘socialist activities’ for which he could have been prosecuted. He married Julie Amalie Antonia Helmke (born c. 1832) in 1851 in Germany. They came to England and in London Frederick began an export company called Kumph and Eckenstein. Frederick and Julie had seven children all born in Islington, London:
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<span style="color: black;">1851: Birth of Anna Lena Antonia Romana Eckenstein.
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<span style="color: black;">1853: Birth of Ernst Ferdinand Gottlieb Eckenstein. Ernst died in 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">1854: Birth of Hermine Lina Antonia Erica Eckenstein. Hermine died in 1863.
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<span style="color: black;">1856: Birth of Antonia Sina Dorina Sophie Viola Eckenstein. Antonia also died in 1863.
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<span style="color: black;">1857: Birth of Lina Dorina Johanna Eckenstein. Lina died in 1931.
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<span style="color: black;">1859: Birth of <strong>Oscar Johannes Ludwig Eckenstein</strong>, born Friday 9th September in Canonbury, Islington and christened on 1st December 1859 at Whitechapel.
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<span style="color: black;">1868: Birth of Antonia J. S. T. Eckenstein.
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Oscar attended University College School and studied chemistry in London and Bonn. He worked as a chemist but he is mostly known as an engineer who worked with the International Railway Congress Association.
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1872: Oscar, who is a very good climber, climbs his first mountain.
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Friday 30th July 1886: He climbs in the Alps – Hohberghorn (west ridge) with Herr August Lorria.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 6th August 1886: Climbs Galenhorn with Lorria.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 7th August 1886: Climbs Klein Durrenhorn with Lorria.
Also during this time Oscar makes several first ascents of YLliwedd (2,946 feet) in North Wales.
Monday 8th August 1887: Climbs Stecknadelhorn (ascent and traverse) with Matthias Zurbriggen (1856-1917) in Pennine Alps. They also climb the south west ridge of the Durrenhorn and the Nadeljoch (between Lenzspitz and Nadelhorn). </span></div>
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1889: ‘The Alpine Portfolio. The Pennine Alps from the Simplon to the Great St. Bernard’ is published in London edited by Eckenstein and August Lorria. Eckenstein and Matthias Zurbriggen also climb a new route up the Dent Blanche.
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1891: Oscar is climbing in Zermatt. Oscar’s father Frederick dies.
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1892: Eckenstein is part of the Karakora Expedition led by Martin Conway (1856-1937). Also on the team was Oscar’s climbing companion Matthias Zurbriggen. Oscar unfortunately left the expedition early on Sunday 17th July at Askole and returned to London. Conway reported that it was due to ill health, but Oscar states that it was due to tension between himself and Conway. Oscar was on the expedition for two and a half months and felt there was too much reconnoitring and not enough actual climbing.
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1893: Oscar is living with his mother in South Hampstead at 34 Greencroft Gardens N. W. </span></div>
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1896: ‘The Karakorams and Kashmir: An Account of a Journey’ by Oscar Eckenstein is published in London (by T. Fisher Unwin).
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1898: Oscar climbs – Schonbuhl Glacier with Karl Blodig (1859-1956) and the Weisshorn (14,780 feet), Lyskamm (14,852 feet), Dent Blanche (14,291 feet) and the Matterhorn (14,692 feet) with Guy Knowles (1879-1959).
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March and April 1898: Oscar Eckenstein and Aleister Crowley meet at Wastdale Head and they begin to climb together. Oscar has an interest in mysticism and techniques of training the mind to be focused.
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July – August 1898: Eckenstein and Crowley camp in the Alps above the snow line at 11,500 feet below the Dent Blanche (14,291 feet) and beside the Schonbuhl Glacier. Oscar is teaching Crowley different climbing techniques. A bond has quickly forged between them with their shared distaste of the Alpine Club and their passion for climbing and outdoor life.
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January – March 1900: Following Crowley’s initiation in Paris by Mathers Crowley asked Eckenstein to come to his home, Boleskine House in Scotland for the ‘ski-laufing’ and the salmon fishing. They left London together in a sleeper train (see Confessions p. 352)
In Scotland they climb the rocks around Boleskine and across the Loch and Crowley writes a climbing paper for Oscar which they revise together. Oscar would stay at Boleskine on other occasions and he adored Crowley’s wife Rose, considering Crowley’s poem ‘Rosa Mundi’ the finest love lyric in the English language.
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December 1900: Oscar joins Crowley in Mexico where they climb the volcanic mountains together.
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<span style="color: black;">January 1901: Oscar and Aleister are in Amecameca, 36 miles south east of Mexico City. They spent three weeks climbing Ixtacihuatl (the ‘White Lady’ of Mexico, a triple-peaked extinct volcano at 17,343 feet).
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Saturday 19th January 1901: They ascend Panza the central summit of Ixtacihuatl.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 24th January 1901: They walk to the snowy summit of Cabeza (16,883 feet).
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 28th January 1901: They climb Panza from a different route – the North ridge. They then travel by train to Guadalajara and then a further two days travelling to Zapotlan. From Zapotlan they travelled three more days to the base of Nevado de Colima where they camped.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd March 1901: They climb the twin peaks of Nevado de Colima, first the north east summit (14,039 feet) and then the south west summit (14,239 feet). They then marched for two days to reach the Volcan di Colima (14,206 feet). </span></div>
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Thursday 7th March 1901: The volcano erupted when they were twelve miles from their destination so they camped on a ridge north of the volcano and climbed the neighbouring mountain. After a week in camp and no end to the eruptions they began to climb the peak but had to give up as the hot ash was burning the soles of their shoes.
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Wednesday 3rd April 1901: Oscar and Aleister set off from Mexico City and arrived in Chalchicomula with the intention of climbing Citlaltepetl (Pico de Orizaba) in Veracruz on the Gulf of Mexico (18,491 feet). They had to abandon the climb due to five days of travel disturbance due to saint’s day celebrations.
They travelled from Mexico City to Toluca then on to Calimaya, near the inactive volcano of Nevado de Toluca (15,354 feet) where they camped.
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Wednesday 10th April 1901: They climb Pico del Fraile (the Friar’s Peak).
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 11th April 1901: Crowley climbed El Espinazo del Diablo (the Devil’s Backbone) alone as Oscar was sick.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 17th April 1901: Oscar and Aleister’s final climb in Mexico is Popocatepetl (17,802 feet). For this they took with them the newspaper writer Finley Peter Dunne (1867-1936) who wrote under the name ‘Mr Dooley’.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 20th April 1901: Oscar left Mexico bound for England.
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Friday 23rd August 1901: Crowley writes to Oscar placing £500 at his disposal to organise an expedition they had planned together.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 20th September 1901: Oscar writes to Crowley informing him of the progress of the expedition details so far. Crowley sends him another £500.
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Saturday 12th October 1901: On Crowley’s twenty-sixth birthday he signed the agreement in Kandy to climb Mount Godwin Austen also known as K2 and Chogo Ri and Dapsang, the second highest mountain in the world at 28,251 feet. (see Confessions p. 278)
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Sunday 23rd March 1902: Crowley boards the train at Calcutta bound for Rawalpindi where he will meet Oscar and the other climbers but Oscar and the other climbers are already on the same train so they meet and introduce themselves: Guy Knowles (1879-1959), Dr. Heinrich Pfannl (1870-1929), Dr. Jules Jacot-Guillarmod (1868-1925) and Dr. Victor Wessely (born c. 1870)
Monday 24th March 1902: They left the train at Rawalpindi and were held up by non arrival of their luggage. They set up their tents outside the Lime Tree Hotel.
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Saturday 29th March 1902: The group departs from Rawalpindi and spends the night in Tret.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 30th March 1902: Oscar is detained by officials for over three weeks and not allowed to enter Kashmir. Crowley leads the expedition in his absence and they march to Srinagar towards the mountain. Oscar is accused of being a spy so he travels to Delhi to speak with officials and he is allowed to travel into Kashmir. </span></div>
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Tuesday 22nd April 1902: Oscar catches up with the expedition at Srinagar.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 28th April 1902: The team proceeds northwards toward the Karakorams.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 14th May 1902: After travelling for seventeen days they arrive at Skardu, the capital of Baltistan.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 5th June 1902: Ten days after arriving in Askole the expedition proceeds in four teams.</span></div>
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Friday 16th June 1902: Crowley and his team reach the Baltoro Glacier, seventy-nine days after setting off.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 27th June 1902: Eckenstein is ill when he and his team enter camp. He is also ill for the next two days.
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<span style="color: black;">12th July 1902: Oscar is ill and also the following day. He recovers by 15th July.
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<span style="color: black;">18th July 1902: Oscar is very ill with bronchial asthma but recovers the following day.
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<span style="color: black;">23rd July 1902: Oscar and Crowley rescue a coolie from a crevasse (see confessions p. 323-324)
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd August 1902: The climbers tear down Camp 11.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 1st September 1902: They arrive in Gurais.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 6th September 1902: The climbers are in Srinagar and the expedition ends one-hundred and thirty-two days after it began. They had stayed on the glacier for 68 days at an altitude of 20,000 feet.
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May 1905: Crowley asks Eckenstein to join him on his Kangchenjunga expedition with Jacot-Guillarmod, but Eckenstein declines thinking it foolhardy.
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Wednesday 11th July 1906: Oscar’s first ascent of Mont Brouiilard with Karl Blodig and A. Brocherel. Oscar continues climbing till about 1912 when he is fifty-three.
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1908: Oscar re-designs the crampon and invented the short ice-axe.
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Wednesday 6th February 1918: Oscar married Margery Edwards in Hampstead. They have no children and they live in Oving, North West of Aylesbury.
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Friday 8th April 1921: Oscar dies of consumption.
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Spring 1922: Margery C. Eckenstein (nee Edwards) re-marries in Aylesbury to Albert H. Cleaver.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">LIBER STELLÆ RUBEÆ</span>
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<span style="color: black;">A SECRET RITUAL OF APEP, THE HEART OF IAO-OAI, DELIVERED UNTO V.V.V.V.V. FOR HIS USE IN A CERTAIN MATTER OF LIBER LEGIS, AND WRITTEN DOWN UNDER THE FIGURE LXVI
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1. Apep deifieth Asar. </span><br />
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2. Let excellent virgins evoke rejoicing, son of Night! </span><br />
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3. This is the book of the most secret cult of the Ruby Star. It shall be given to none, save to the shameless in deed as in word. </span><br />
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4. No man shall understand this writing—it is too subtle for the sons of men. </span><br />
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5. If the Ruby Star have shed its blood upon thee; if in the season of the moon thou hast invoked by the Iod and the Pe, then mayest thou partake of this most secret sacrament. </span><br />
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6. One shall instruct another, with no care for the matters of men’s thought. </span><br />
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7. There shall be a fair altar in the midst, extended upon a black stone. </span><br />
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8. At the head of the altar gold, and twin images in green of the Master. </span><br />
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9. In the midst a cup of green wine. </span><br />
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10. At the foot the Star of Ruby. </span><br />
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11. The altar shall be entirely bare. </span><br />
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12. First, the ritual of the Flaming Star. </span><br />
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13. Next, the ritual of the Seal. </span><br />
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14. Next, the infernal adorations of OAI. </span><br />
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Mu pa telai,
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<span style="color: black;">Tu wa melai
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<span style="color: black;">ā, ā, ā.
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<span style="color: black;">Tu fu tulu!
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<span style="color: black;">Tu fu tulu
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<span style="color: black;">Pa, Sa, Ga.
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Qwi Mu telai
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<span style="color: black;">Ya Pu melai;
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<span style="color: black;">ū, ū, ū.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Se gum alai;
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<span style="color: black;">Pe fu telai,
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<span style="color: black;">Fu tu lu.
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O chi balae
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<span style="color: black;">Wa pa malae: -
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<span style="color: black;">Ūt! Ūt! Ūt!
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<span style="color: black;">Ge; fu latria,
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<span style="color: black;">Le fu malai
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<span style="color: black;">Kūt! Hūt! Nūt!
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Al ŌĀĪ
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<span style="color: black;">Rel moai
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<span style="color: black;">Ti – Ti – Ti!
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<span style="color: black;">Wa la pelai
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<span style="color: black;">Tu fu latai
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<span style="color: black;">Wi, Ni, Bi.
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15. Also thou shalt excite the wheels with the five wounds and the five wounds. </span><br />
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16. Then thou shalt excite the wheels with the two and the third in the midst; even ♄ and ♃, ☉ and ☽, ♂ and ♀, and ☿. </span><br />
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17. Then the five—and the sixth. </span><br />
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18. Also the altar shall fume before the master with incense that hath no smoke. </span><br />
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19. That which is to be denied shall be denied; that which is to be trampled shall be trampled; that which is to be spat upon shall be spat upon. </span><br />
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20. These things shall be burnt in the outer fire. </span><br />
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21. Then again the master shall speak as he will soft words, and with music and what else he will bring forward the Victim. </span><br />
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22. Also he shall slay a young child upon the altar, and the blood shall cover the altar with perfume as of roses. </span><br />
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23. Then shall the master appear as He should appear—in His glory. </span><br />
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24. He shall stretch himself upon the altar, and awake it into life, and into death. </span><br />
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25. (For so we conceal that life which is beyond.) </span><br />
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26. The temple shall be darkened, save for the fire and the lamp of the altar. </span><br />
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27. There shall he kindle a great fire and a devouring. </span><br />
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28. Also he shall smite the altar with his scourge, and blood shall flow therefrom. </span><br />
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29. Also he shall have made roses bloom thereon. </span><br />
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30. In the end he shall offer up the Vast Sacrifice, at the moment when the God licks up the flame upon the altar. </span><br />
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31. All these things shalt thou perform strictly, observing the time. </span><br />
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32. And the Beloved shall abide with Thee. </span><br />
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33. Thou shalt not disclose the interior world of this rite unto any one: therefore have I written it in symbols that cannot be understood. </span><br />
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34. I who reveal the ritual am IAO and OAI; the Right and the Averse. </span><br />
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35. These are alike unto me. </span><br />
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36. Now the Veil of this operation is called Shame, and the Glory abideth within. </span><br />
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37. Thou shalt comfort the heart of the secret stone with the warm blood. Thou shalt make a subtle decoction of delight, and the Watchers shall drink thereof. </span><br />
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38. I, Apep the Serpent, am the heart of IAO. Isis shall await Asar, and I in the midst. </span><br />
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39. Also the Priestess shall seek another altar, and perform my ceremonies thereon. </span><br />
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40. There shall be no hymn nor dithyramb in my praise and the praise of the rite, seeing that it is utterly beyond. </span><br />
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41. Thou shalt assure thyself of the stability of the altar. </span><br />
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42. In this rite thou shalt be alone. </span><br />
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43. I will give thee another ceremony whereby many shall rejoice. </span><br />
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44. Before all let the Oath be taken firmly as thou raisest up the altar from the black earth. </span><br />
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45. In the words that Thou knowest. </span><br />
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46. For I also swear unto thee by my body and soul that shall never be parted in sunder that I dwell within thee coiled and ready to spring. </span><br />
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47. I will give thee the kingdoms of the earth, O thou Who hast mastered the kingdoms of the East and of the West. </span><br />
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48. I am Apep, O thou slain One. Thou shalt slay thyself upon mine altar: I will have thy blood to drink. </span><br />
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49. For I am a mighty vampire, and my children shall suck up the wine of the earth which is blood.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">50. Thou shalt replenish thy veins from the chalice of heaven. </span><br />
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51. Thou shalt be secret, a fear to the world. </span><br />
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52. Thou shalt be exalted, and none shall see thee; exalted, and none shall suspect thee. </span><br />
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53. For there are two glories diverse, and thou who hast won the first shalt enjoy the second. </span><br />
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54. I leap with joy within thee; my head is arisen to strike. </span><br />
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55. O the lust, the sheer rapture, of the life of the snake in the spine! </span><br />
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56. Mightier than God or man, I am in them, and pervade them. </span><br />
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57. Follow out these my words. </span><br />
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58. Fear nothing. Fear nothing. Fear nothing.
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<span style="color: black;">59. For I am nothing, and me thou shalt fear, O my virgin, my prophet within whose bowels I rejoice.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">60. Thou shalt fear with the fear of love: I will overcome thee. </span><br />
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61. Thou shalt be very nigh to death. </span><br />
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62. But I will overcome thee; the New Life shall illumine thee with the Light that is beyond the Stars.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">63. Thinkest thou? I, the force that have created all, am not to be despised. </span><br />
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64. And I will slay thee in my lust. </span><br />
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65. Thou shalt scream with the joy and the pain and the fear and the love—so that the ΛΟΓΟΣ of a new God leaps out among the Stars. </span><br />
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66. There shall be no sound heard but this thy lion-roar of rapture; yea, this thy lion-roar of rapture.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE QABALAH: AN INTRODUCTION</span>
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PART III
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<span style="color: black;">QABALAH FOR QUIESCENT QUACKS UPON THE QUEST QLIPHOTHIC
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The Middle Pillar Exercise is a technique which shows, through analysis, the basis of most Qabalistic magic. The Macrocosmic Tree of Life is represented within the human body as a Microcosmic Tree of Life. The central axis from top to bottom is the Middle Pillar and the spheres on this pillar coincide with the top of the head which is Kether; the throat which is Daath; the solar plexus for Tiphereth; the genitals for Yesod and the feet which are Malkuth. These spheres also have a close relationship with the charkas which can be seen in systems of yoga:
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Muadhara Chakra – Malkuth
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<span style="color: black;">Swadisthana Chakra – Yesod
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<span style="color: black;">Manipura Chakra and Anahata Chakra – Tiphereth
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<span style="color: black;">Visuddhi Chakra and Ajna Chakra – Daath
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<span style="color: black;">Sahasrara Chakra – Kether
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The Middle Pillar Exercise aims to circulate the force within the aura, visualising it and charging it for specific ends.
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Correspondences
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We can utilise the various colours and correspondences to achieve these ends. If we look at Kether we can see the colour is brilliant radiance; the God-name is Eheieh (pronounced Eh-hey-eh) and its characteristics are omniscience, omnipotence, perfection and creative power. We must now visualise the brilliant radiance as a sphere above the head and then pronounce the God-name with as much vibration as possible; in doing this imagine the sphere above your head pulsating and vibrant with energy at the power of the God-name. Look inside the sphere and see the whole universe within also pulsating at the name. Kether is a living sphere, a part of your self which you are directing energy towards. Once this is achieved you move to the next sphere below by shooting from Kether a brilliant white chord of light which enters Daath (throat) and awakens it with energy. In the same manner as before we use the colour grey and the God-name Jehova Elohim which is compounded from the God-names of Geburah and Binah and pronounced Yeh-ho-voh-El-Lo-heem.
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<span style="color: black;">Then we turn to Tiphereth (solar plexus) with the colour yellow and the God-name Jehova Eloah va Daath pronounced Yeh-hove-vah El-oh vay Daas. Next is Yesod (genitals) with the colour violet-blue and the God-name Shaddai el Chai pronounced Shardie el kee and then Malkuth (feet) with its colour olive-black and God-name Adonai ha Aretz pronounced Ardonay ha aretz.
Eventually this will become familiar to you and you will feel the definite forces attached to each Chakra as it vibrates with energy.
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By using breathing techniques with visualisation we can circulate the force from the charkas within the aura. Firstly, visualise the aura around the body, usually egg-shaped and as you exhale, see the brilliant force flowing down the left side of the aura from top to bottom, then up the right side from bottom to top as you inhale. Repeat the exercise several times until it becomes a familiar rhythmic cycle. Next try to visualise the force flowing down the front of the aura from head to toes as you exhale and then up the back of the aura as you inhale; finally, let the force shoot up the body from the feet and up through the head in a column of brilliant light as you exhale. As the light flows from the head let it cascade over the outer aura and as you inhale the light flows down from the hips to the toes. This energy is drawn up through the spine (kundalini). This exercise must be practiced regularly and the visualisation must be focused and strong; every psychic muscle must be expanded and utilised to feel the flow of energy as a tangible force.
Once you have become fairly competent in this exercise you can introduce it into your workings, for example, a personal matter in your life requires you to be strong and courageous. First of all you would select the sephira of Geburah, and by using the God-name, colours and other correspondences etc. Once the previous Middle Pillar Exercise is accomplished you can begin using the correspondences in your visualisation technique, intoning the God-name Elohim Gibor and identifying with the strong aspect and qualities of Geburah (the planet Mars etc). In this way a vibration occurs which is sympathetic with the martial force of the macrocosm, drawing that force into the microcosm, in other words, by magical means you are unlocking a portion of the self which for some reason has not developed fully and identifying with the force will (with practice) show real results which can be ‘fine tuned’ to fit with the individual.
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Further Reading:
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The Kaballah Unveiled – translated by S L McGregor Mathers from the Latin edition ‘Kabbala Denudata’ by Knorr von Rosenroth.
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777 and other Qabalistic Writings of Aleister Crowley.
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A Garden of Pomegranates – by Israel Regardie.
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The Mystical Qabalah – by Dion Fortune.
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Ladder of Lights – by William Gray.
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Practical Course in Qabalistic Symbolism – by Gareth Knight.
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Godwin’s Qabalistic Encyclopedia – by David Godwin.
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‘Qabalistic Dogma’ – by Aleister Crowley from The Collected Works Vol I.
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A Note on Genesis – by Allan Bennett, see The Equinox Vol I number II.
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The Training of the Mind – by Allan Bennett, see The Equinox Vol I number II.
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Gematria – by Aleister Crowley, see The Equinox Vol I number V.
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Sepher Sephiroth – by Crowley and Bennett, see The Equinox Vol I number VIII.
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Introduction to the Study of the Qabalah – by W Westcott.
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Zohar: The Book of Splendour – by Gershom Scholem.
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<span style="color: black;">TWO POEMS BY DRONA BELL</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">LUCIFER</span>
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Like a sunlit rapier, he stabs
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<span style="color: black;">At the old anger, and the shame;
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<span style="color: black;">The heat ecstatic, the love-flood exhaust
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<span style="color: black;">At the invisible rapture of your touch.
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<span style="color: black;">Devil, wrap me in your robe of Light;
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<span style="color: black;">Encase me in your world of thought!
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<span style="color: black;">Man-God, the ecstasy of words explode
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<span style="color: black;">Upon my tongue to speak your name –
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<span style="color: black;">Flatterer and feaster of flesh… tonight,
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<span style="color: black;">Intoxicate my slain soul and
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<span style="color: black;">Languish upon the drum-throb of heart!
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<span style="color: black;">Breathless at Beltane,
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<span style="color: black;">You slide into silence once again, as
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<span style="color: black;">The Light within my being floods
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<span style="color: black;">The continuous ache of brotherhood! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Come,
Lips are trembling to speak your name
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<span style="color: black;">And may the Glory of your Chaos roll
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<span style="color: black;">Through the dark wound of my heart, insane
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<span style="color: black;">And extend in horror at the dread kiss
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<span style="color: black;">Within the circle and the star
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<span style="color: black;">Drawn upon my beating breast!
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<span style="color: black;">My Lord, how I do aspire…
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<span style="color: black;">The satisfaction of the damned!
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<span style="color: black;">The Light recoils, this senseless pain:
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<span style="color: black;">Thy finger trails penetrate my brain!</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">A DARK ETERNAL LOVE</span>
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Dear child, your witch brew hath been distilled
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<span style="color: black;">And the clarity of your mind, fulfilled
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<span style="color: black;">To course through golden veins that stray –
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<span style="color: black;">You have anchored your lust in the lesbian clay!
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<span style="color: black;">Your tears – the pearls of the goddess, cast
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the ghost of affections past;
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<span style="color: black;">There is darkness, a terrible itch
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<span style="color: black;">That desires the sweetness of a sweeter bitch.
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<span style="color: black;">The soft stroke, the kiss that yields
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<span style="color: black;">And leads thee into Florentine fields
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<span style="color: black;">Where love’s chasm is closed and shut away –
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<span style="color: black;">The bare flesh is tempered to the day.
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<span style="color: black;">The heart is bound by Sapphic spells
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<span style="color: black;">That leads thee down to lesbian hells –
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<span style="color: black;">The mouth is locked upon mouth, and shows
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<span style="color: black;">Where woman’s ruinous river flows;
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<span style="color: black;">Down and deeper, deep and down –
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<span style="color: black;">There shall the death of the soul be shown!
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<span style="color: black;">The kiss, the embrace, the love-looks that wake
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<span style="color: black;">The hidden goddess in her arms, to take
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<span style="color: black;">A beauty plucked, a scent serene,
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<span style="color: black;">To die as lovers on love’s silver stream…
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<span style="color: black;">And love may always labour mournful
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<span style="color: black;">At life’s misshapen and nonsensical dream!</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">HEAT AND DUST</span>
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Come back across the sea to comfort me </span></div>
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With purple kisses, touches all unplanned! </span></div>
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Let me once more feel thy strong hand to be </span></div>
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Making the magic signs upon me! Stand, </span></div>
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Stand in the light, and let mine eyes drink in </span></div>
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The glorious vision of the death of sin! </span></div>
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[The Romance of Olivia Vane. Stanza VIII]
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A fascinating yet overlooked period of Crowley’s life is his walk across Spain with his ‘chela’ Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940). Crowley had become immensely interested in Neuburg who was ‘naturally a magical phenomenon: not a natural magician like Mathers or Allan Bennett or himself [Crowley], but a Medium with the most astounding natural faculty for the reception of psychic or magical communication.’ [Aleister Crowley the Black Magician. C. R. Cammell. 1951. p. 63]
Crowley was ‘introduced’ to Neuburg, an undergraduate of Trinity College, Cambridge studying medieval and modern languages through their mutual friend Captain (later Major-General) John Frederick Charles. Fuller (1878-1966). Crowley says in his Confessions:
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<span style="color: black;">‘It happened that at the funeral of Saladin, Fuller had met a youth named Neuburg, Victor Benjamin of that ilk, who was at Trinity College, Cambridge, and knew my work. Having to go to Cambridge one day on some business or other, I thought I would look the lad up. I was not sure of the name, and there were several similar "burgs" in the university register, but having drawn my bow at a venture, the first arrow struck the King of Israel between the harness at the very first shot. I use the words "King of Israel" advisedly, for Neuburg was certainly a most distinguished specimen of that race. He was a mass of nervous excitement, having reached the age of twenty-five without learning how to manage his affairs. He had been prevented from doing so, in fact, but all sorts of superstitions about the terrible danger of leading a normal wholesome life. The neuroses thus created had expressed themselves in a very feeble trickle of poetry and a very vehement gust of fads.
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<span style="color: black;">He was an agnostic, a vegetarian, a mystic, a Tolstoyan, and several other things all at once. He endeavoured to express his spiritual state by wearing the green star of Esperanto, though he could not speak the language; by refusing to wear a hat, even in London, to wash, and to wear trousers. Whenever addressed, he wriggled convulsively, and his lips, which were three times too large for him, and had been put on hastily as an afterthought, emitted the most extraordinary laugh that had ever come my way; to these advantages he united those of being extraordinarily well read, over flowing with exquisitely subtle humour, and being one of the best natured people that ever trod this planet.
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<span style="color: black;">But from the first moment I saw him, I saw far more than this; I read an altogether extraordinary capacity for Magick. We soon drifted into talking about the subject and I found that he already practised a good deal of spiritualism and clairvoyance. The former was his bane. The habit of making himself spiritually passive and inviting the entire spirit world to obsess him proved finally fatal to him. Despite all we could do to protect his aura, we found it impossible to stop the leak altogether, so that at any moment he was liable to become possessed of the devil. He soon learnt how to protect himself as soon as he recognized that he was being attacked; but the spirits became very cunning and were at pains to persuade him not to take the proper measures of protection. I believe, despite all this, that he would have succeeded eventually in mending his aura, but in the principal ordeal of the neophyte he was so seriously damaged that he was never the same man again. During the next few years I saw a great deal of him and his spiritual adventures will serve both as a diversion and warning on many a page to come.’ [The Confessions. p. 562-563]
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<span style="color: black;">The ‘funeral of Saladin’; this exotic sounding person was none other than William Stewart Ross (1844-1906) a talented Scots man who became the Editor of the ‘Agnostic Journal’ a weekly publication. Victor Neuburg had contributed poems and correspondence with the Editor, Ross since 1903 and Victor became Sub-Editor of the Agnostic Journal. Fuller was also a friend of Ross and in a letter to Jean Overton Fuller (no relation) in her superb biography of Neuburg ‘The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg’ she quotes a letter from Fuller stating that he ‘first met Victor Neuburg in 1906 at the house of Mr William Stewart Ross in Brixton... At that time Neuburg was an undergraduate at Cambridge, and Crowley, who was also a Cambridge man, was, from time to time, in the habit of visiting the university as he knew some of the undergraduates, I mentioned this to Neuburg... Personally I did not introduce him but indirectly it was through me that he introduced himself.’ [p. 143]
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<span style="color: black;">William Stewart Ross died aged 62 in Lambeth, London on Friday 30th November 1906 after being confined to his bed for some years with sclerosis and so the ‘funeral of Saladin’ took place in December at Brookwood Cemetery in Surrey. It is no stretch of the imagination to conclude that Neuburg and Fuller did indeed attend the funeral.
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<span style="color: black;">Following Saladin’s death the Sunday 16th December 1906 issue of the Agnostic Journal contained Neuburg’s tribute to him: ‘For me... a light has gone out of life; and there is sadness in my heart when I recollect that I shall never again hold that firm hand in my own, shall never again, in the flesh, see the brave eyes flash their indignation or their humour...’ Despite financial help for Ross’s widow, the Agnostic Journal, without an Editor, closed the following year in June 1907.
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The fact that Crowley saw in Neuburg someone with immense natural talent as both a poet and a ‘spiritualist’ medium was enough to secure Crowley’s attention and to attempt to ‘develop’ Victor much closer to the magical and sexual inclinations of Crowley’s thought. Crowley had been in a homosexual relationship with a fellow undergraduate of Cambridge, Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (1871-1942) and he had many various experiences with men in other countries during his vacations from Cambridge. Neuburg wishing to adopt the Bohemian spirit of a poet was also drawn to his own sex and no doubt Crowley would have recognised this and seized upon it taking their relationship to another level, that of lovers.
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<span style="color: black;">Jean Overton Fuller says that she had ‘no doubt that Victor, having renounced the Judaic Law, had already turned his face towards the Greek, via Swinburne, Whitman and Edward Carpenter. It should not be forgotten that the latter’s classic, <em>The Intermediate Sex</em>, by which Victor was much influenced, appeared in the previous year, 1908, just when his relationship with Crowley was in the making.’ [The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg. p. 150-151]
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<span style="color: black;">We know that they had experienced sexual intimacy because Neuburg states it quite plainly yet beautifully in his poem ‘The Romance of Olivia Vane’ from ‘The Triumph of Pan’ published by The Equinox in 1909:
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Sweet wizard, in whose footsteps I have trod </span></div>
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Unto the shrine of the most obscene god, </span></div>
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So steep the pathway is, I may not know, </span></div>
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Until I reach the summit, where I go. </span></div>
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My love is deathless as the springs of Truth, </span></div>
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My love is pure as is the dawn of youth, </span></div>
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But all my being throbs in rhythm with thine, </span></div>
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Who leadest on to the horizon-line. </span></div>
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[second stanza]
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The following passage from Crowley’s Confessions suggests that there were no inhibitions on Neuburg’s side to being naked with Crowley during their walk across Spain:
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‘Recognizing the possibilities of Neuburg, I decided to utilize them for the benefit of the Order, and of himself. The first task was to get rid, as far as possible, of his physical defects, which turned out to be very serious. One day during our walk through Spain, we came upon a waterfall, and, the weather being oppressively hot, we decided to take a dip. In this way I discovered that he was suffering from varicocele very badly indeed and as soon as we got to England I sent him to my doctor, who advised an operation, which was duly performed. He had also pyorrhea so badly that my dentist said that if he had delayed the visit three weeks he would not have had a tooth left in his head. Attention to these points, and to the physical cause of his neurosis, made a healthy man of him. One defect remained; and that was incurable, being a slight spinal curvature. The change in him was extraordinary. He lost all his nervousness; he became capable of enduring great physical fatigue, of concentrating mentally, and of dismissing the old fads which had obsessed him. Incidentally, by removing his inhibitions, I released the spring of his genius, and in the next few years he produced some of the finest poetry of which the English language can boast. He had an extraordinary delicacy of rhythm, an unrivalled sense of perception, a purity and intensity of passion second to none, and a remarkable command of the English language.’ [The Confessions. p. 563]
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And so Crowley wastes no time at all with Neuburg’s magical training:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I had begun to train Neuburg seriously in Magick and mysticism. The first point was, of course, to get rid of any prejudices and superstitions. This was not too difficult, he being a professed agnostic. But the second point was to train him in the technique. This was well enough as far as Magick was concerned, for he naturally possessed the poetic and dramatic instincts, the sense of the fitness of gesture, and so on: and, more important than all, it came natural to him to arouse in himself the right kind of enthusiastic energy in the right way.
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<span style="color: black;">In addition, he possessed a peculiar faculty which I have only found in anything like the same degree in one other man in my life. He was a materializing medium in the strictest sense; that is, he could condense ideas into sensible forms. He could not do it at all by himself, because he lacked the power to collect at one point all the available material of the required kind, as may be done by concentrated will, and thereby to create such a state of strain in the atmosphere that the evoked forces must relieve it, if they possibly can, by a change of state. Just so carbon dioxide, if forced into a closed cylinder below the critical temperature, relieves the intolerable pressure by liquefying.’ [The Confessions. p. 587-588] In fact ‘In his presence I found it quite easy to produce phenomenal phantasms of almost any idea, from gods to demons, which I happened to need at the moment.’ [The Confessions. p. 588] He goes on to say in his Confessions [p. 588-589]: ‘The manifestations which Neuburg helped to produce were of an entirely different character; they occurred in conformity with my will. I was able to work more by sight and less by faith than I had ever done before. Even the use of the proper material bases for manifestation, such as the incense of Abra-Melin, Dittany of Crete, and blood, had rarely resulted in more than "half formed faces", partial and hesitating presentations of the desired phantom whose substance seemed to hover on the frontier of the worlds (rather like the Cheshire cat!). The clouds of incense used to grow denser in such wise as rather to suggest a shape than to show one. I could never be sure, even when my physical eyes told me that a form was present, whether my imagination and my desire were not playing tricks with my optical apparatus. Such shapes almost always vanished when I fixed my gaze upon them, and there was no means of saying whether this act, by releasing them from the constraint of my will, had enabled them to escape, or whether intelligent inspection had not simply dissipated an illusion.
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<span style="color: black;">With Neuburg, on the contrary, there would be no doubt whatever as to the physical character of the beings which we evoked. On one occasion the god came to us in human form (we were working in a locked temple) and remained with us, perfectly perceptible to all our senses, for the best part of an hour, only vanishing when we were physically exhausted by the ecstasy of intimate contact with his divine person. We sank into a sort of sublime stupor; when we came to ourselves, he was gone.
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<span style="color: black;">Again, at Victoria Street, a number of us were dancing round the altar with linked hands and faces turned outwards. The temple was dimly lighted and thick with incense. Somehow the circle broke and we kept on dancing, each for himself. Then we became aware of the presence of a stranger. Some of us counted the men present and found there was one too many. One of the weaker brethren got scared, or one of the stronger brethren remembered his duty to science --- I don't know which --- and switched on the light. No stranger was to be seen. We asked Brother Lucifer --- as I may call him! --- why he had broken the spell and each of us independently confirmed his story. We all agreed about the appearance of the visitor. We had all been impressed with the same feeling that he did not belong to the human species.’
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<span style="color: black;">A picture develops of Neuburg from the Confessions and it is not difficult to see why Neuburg remained with Crowley despite the cruel and oftentimes sadistic behaviour of his master.
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<span style="color: black;">‘In mysticism he was fatally handicapped by his congenital dislike of discipline, order, punctuality and every moral quality that goes with science. I started him on Yoga about this time. One incident is instructive. His daily hour for practising Asana arrived one day when we were crossing to Europe on the steamer. He refused to do his work; he could not bear to attract the attention of the other people on board and appear ridiculous. (Neuburg! Ridiculous! O all ye gods and little fishes!) I, being responsible for him as his holy guru, performed the practice in his stead. He experienced remorse and shame, which did him good; but several other incidents determined me to impose on him a Vow of Holy Obedience.’ [The Confessions. p. 593]
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The walk was important to Crowley because it helped to coalesce and form in his mind the nature of his role upon earth as a teacher of magick: </span><br />
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‘During this walk across Spain, I had much leisure for meditation. I was pledged to do my work in the world, and that meant my becoming a public character and one sure to arouse controversy. I thought out my plan of campaign during this walk. I decided first of all, that the most important point was never to forget that I was a gentleman and keep my honour the more spotless that I was assuming a position whose professors were rarely well born, more rarely well bred, hardly ever sincere, and still less frequently honest even in the most ordinary sense of the word.
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<span style="color: black;">It seemed to me that my first duty was to prove to the world that I was not teaching Magick for money. I promised myself always to publish my books on an actual loss on the cost of production --- never to accept a farthing for any form of instruction, giving advice, or any other service whose performance depended on my magical attainments. I regarded myself as having sacrificed my career and my fortune for initiation, and that the reward was so stupendous that it made the price pitifully mean, save that, like the widow's mite, it was all I had. I was therefore the wealthiest man in the world, and the least I could do was to bestow the inestimable treasure upon my poverty-stricken fellow men.
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<span style="color: black;">I made it also a point of absolute honour never to commit myself to any statement that I could not prove in the same sense as a chemist can prove the law of combining weights. Not only would I be careful to avoid deceiving people, but I would do all in my power to prevent them deceiving themselves. This meant my declaring war on the spiritualists and even the theosophists, though I agreed with much of Blavatsky's teachings, as uncompromisingly as I had done on Christianity.
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<span style="color: black;">I further resolved to uphold the dignity of Magick by pressing into its service science and philosophy, as well as the noblest English that I could command, and to present it in such a form as would of itself command respect and attention. I would do nothing cheap: I would be content with nothing second rate.
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<span style="color: black;">I thought it also a point of honesty not to pretend to be "better" than I was. I would avoid concealing my faults and foibles. I would have no one accept me on false pretences. I would not compromise with conventionality; even in cases where as an ordinary man of the world, it would have been natural to do so. In this connection there was also the point that I was anxious to prove that spiritual progress did not depend on religious or moral codes, but was like any other science. Magick would yield its secrets to the infidel and the libertine, just as one does not have to be a churchwarden in order to discover a new kind of orchid. There are, of course, certain virtues necessary to the Magician; but they are of the same order as those which make a successful chemist. Idleness, carelessness, drunkenness; the like interfere with success in any serious business, but sound theology and adherence to the code of Hampstead as against that of Hyderabad are only important if the man's body may suffer if his views are erroneous or his conscience reliable.’ [The Confessions. p. 582-583]</span><br />
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We can now look at Crowley’s and Neuburg’s movements leading up to and during their great walk across Spain:
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<span style="color: black;">February 1908: Rose Crowley has completed two months of treatment for her alcoholism at a sanatorium in Leicester. Following this Aleister and Rose take two weeks holiday in Eastbourne staying with Crowley’s mother Emily Bertha Crowley nee Bishop (1848-1917) at her house in Bedford Well Road before Aleister and Rose move into their new home at 21 Warwick Road, Deal, Kent which is taken in Rose’s name. At Eastbourne during February Crowley wrote the five books of ‘The World’s Tragedy’ over five consecutive days.
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Wednesday 1st April 1908: Crowley travels from Paris to his home at 21 Warwick Road, Deal in Kent where his wife Rose is residing. Crowley has been living in the Latin Quarter of Paris at 50 Rue Vavin. Crowley spends his time playing golf but he is restless and from Deal he travels on to Moret-sur-Loing, a medieval town in Seine-et-Marne of north, central France, but he is bored there and returns home to 21 Warwick Road. Crowley is at his wits’ end with Rose and her drinking:
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‘It was one evening in our house at 21 Warwick Road. Rose and I were sitting in my library on the ground floor in the front of the house. The dining-room and kitchen were in the basement, the whisky being kept in the sideboard. Rose said that she would go and lock up the house, and went downstairs. I put off my slippers and followed stealthily. The stair case was partly illuminated, a shadow being cast diagonally across it. I heard the dining-room door open and began to descend. Rose came quickly back and looked up the stairs; but luckily I was in the shadow and she did not see me. She then went very quickly back into the dining-room, leaving the door open, and I went down the stairs as quickly as possible, hoping to catch her in the act. As I reached the foot, whence I could see into the dining-room, I heard the noise of a door being closed. Rose was standing by the sideboard; but there was no evidence of her act except an empty wet glass. During the few seconds it had taken me to descend the stairs, she had opened the sideboard, uncorked the bottle, poured out and drunk the whisky, and restored everything to its normal condition. It was an act of prestidigitation and nothing else.’ [The Confessions. p. 569]
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 26th April: Rose’s brother Gerald Kelly is visiting 21 Warwick Road: "Gerald at twenty-one. Wonders I didn't put my foot down a year ago. But Rose's tenderness is such, and I love her so dearly." [Crowley’s 1908 diary from The Confessions. p. 570]]
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Tuesday 28th April: Crowley leaves 21 Warwick Road and goes to Paris. Later, in May and suffering with a bad throat he travels to Venice and still he is bored! </span><br />
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Sunday 17th May: Crowley writes to his friend John Frederick Charles Fuller from Milan, Italy.
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Saturday 23rd May: Crowley is in Paris and he writes to Fuller making quite clear his position as to his wife Rose: ‘I am now a bachelor to all intents and purposes; and what is better, one in the glorious and unassailable position of not being able to marry if I want to!’
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June-July: Crowley takes his wife Rose to Sandwich in Kent for two weeks but she is constantly drinking and rarely sober. ‘Her doctor told me that she would come to him and beg him, with tears in her eyes and tones of desperate sincerity, to cure her; and all the while she would be drinking under cover of her handkerchief. I took her down to Sandwich for a fortnight in June and July, but there was nothing to be done. One could not even watch her. She would go out in the early hours of the morning and appear at the breakfast table hardly able to speak.’ [The Confessions. p. 573]
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Monday 6th July: Crowley writes to Fuller from Sandwich.
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Wednesday 8th July: Crowley is in Paris and he is working on ‘Clouds without water’, ‘Sir Palamedes’, ‘The World’s Tragedy’ (preface), ‘Mr Todd’ and ‘After Judgement’. With him is the young poet friend he met at Cambridge two years earlier in 1906, Victor Benjamin Neuburg. They are staying in separate hotels and Crowley has begun training Neuburg as part of his initiation, curing him of what Crowley sees as his failings such as his romantic idealism; ‘his physical health became superb, his nerves stopped playing him tricks, he got rid of all his fads about food, dress and conduct, his genius soared free of all its silly inhibitions, his magical powers developed unhindered by the delusions bred of insisting that nature is what one thinks it ought to be, and his relations with humanity became reasonable.’ [The Confessions. p. 577] Also with Crowley and being used as part of Neuburg’s initiation is Crowley’s lover, the artist’s model ‘Dorothy’ [Euphemia Lamb, born Nina Forest 1889-1957]
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Saturday 18th July: Crowley writes from Paris to his friend Fuller mentioning Nina Olivier and his work ‘Mr Todd’. Crowley writes again to Fuller three days later on Tuesday 21st July to tell him of other literary work in progress.
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Crowley feeling the need to get away back to nature and explore some region suggests to Neuburg that they walk across Spain from Bayonne to Madrid, taking two weeks and avoiding the railway line.
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Saturday 1st August: They travel to Bayonne and in the afternoon they began to walk to the Spanish frontier. That night they reached Ustaritz.
They walk for three days across the Pyrenees. They encountered difficulty and much hardship along the way – ‘Three times on the road we were arrested as anarchists. The soldiers could not understand why anyone should want to go to Madrid except to kill Alphonso, and I suppose there is something really to be said for this point of view. They gave us no real annoyance, our passports being as impressive as they were unintelligible. Of course they didn't really think we were anarchists, and they would not have cared if we had been; but most of these unhappy men were marooned for indefinite periods in ghastly districts where there was absolutely no amusement of any kind.’ [The Confessions. p. 577-578]
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Saturday 4th August: Crowley and Neuburg arrived in Pamplona after a long day’s walk of 42 km. ‘I was in my climbing clothes, save that I replaced tweed by buckskin breeches, the same pair as I am wearing today. As for Neuburg, I cannot say what he looked like, because when God made him he broke the mould.’ [The Confessions. p. 577]
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Wednesday 5th August: they left Pamplona. Crowley writes to Fuller from Pamplona.
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Friday 7th August: After three days walking they arrive at Logrono and find a hotel for the night.
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Saturday 8th August: Leaving the hotel after dinner they walked in the cool of night approximately 10 km to a cave they called ‘Bat’s Culvert’ where they spent the night.
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Sunday 9th August: They left Logrono in the evening and walked to ‘the opening of a magnificent ravine through mighty cliffs of earth’ which they called ‘Jack Straw’s Castle’ and camped for the night. Also during this day Crowley wrote to his friend Fuller saying ‘we’ve done 140 miles of hot, dusty mountain-road in a week, which isn’t bad.’
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Monday 10th August: Walking all day they reached a small hamlet in the late evening and ‘it was only by long negotiation and the display of wealth beyond the dreams of avarice, in the shape of a silver dollar, that we persuaded the inhabitants to let us have a cup of goat's milk apiece, a small scrap of dry bread, and a bed in the straw in a horribly dirty barn.’ [The Confessions. p. 579]
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Tuesday 11th August: They had completed 150 km from Logrono to Soria and endured a severe thunderstorm in the last few hours of the walk. They spent the night in a hotel.
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Wednesday 12th August: Crowley’s fifth wedding anniversary. They decided to avoid the direct line to Madrid and made the decision to walk to Burgo de Osma. They spent the night at a place they called the ‘Witches’ Kitchen Village’ where they lodged in a sinister looking house with sinister looking occupants and Crowley and Neuburg ‘were so doubtful about their intentions that we barricaded ourselves for the night in the main room. There were considerable alarums and excursions; but when they found we meant business they decided to leave us alone and in the morning everyone was all smiles.’ [The Confessions. p. 580]
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They had another 44 km to walk without water or shelter. Burgo de Osma was about to celebrate its two day festival and Crowley witnessed a bull fight. They stayed and rested here for two days or possibly longer.
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‘Our short spell of rest at Burgo de Osma sufficed me to collect in my mind the numberless conclusions of the very varied trains of thought which had occupied my mind during our fortnight's tramp. They shaped themselves into a conscious purpose. I knew myself to be on the brink of resuming my creative work in a way that I had never yet done. Till now I had written what was given me by the Holy Ghost. Everything I did was sui generis and had no conscious connection with any other outburst of my genius; but I understood that from this time on I should find myself writing with a sense of responsibility, that my work would be coherent, each item (however complete in itself) an essential part of a pyramid, a monument whose orientation and proportions should proclaim my purpose. I should do nothing in future that was not as definitely directed to the execution of my true will as every step through Spain was taken with the object of reaching Madrid; and I reflected that many such steps must seem wasted, many leading away from the beeline, that I did not know the road and had no idea what Madrid would be like when I reached it. All I could do was to take each step steadily, fearlessly, firmly and determinedly, trusting to the scanty information to be gathered from signposts and strangers, to keep more or less on the right road, and to take my chance of being satisfied with the unknown city which I had chosen as my goal with no reason beyond my personal whim.
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<span style="color: black;">This I made our march symbolize life. There were other analogies. We had to endure every kind of hardship heartily and to take our fun where we found it without being dainty. We learnt to enjoy every incident, to find something to love in every strange face, to admire even the dreariest wilderness of sunburnt scrub. We knew that nothing really mattered so long as we got to Madrid. The world went on very well without us and its fortunes were none of our business. The only thing that could annoy us was interference with out intention to get to Madrid, though we didn't want to go there except insofar as we had taken it into our heads to set our faces towards it.’ [The Confessions. p. 583]
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They marched on to Aranda de Duero and then to Milagros and past many other villages.
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50 km from Madrid they passed a range of rocks:
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‘The only impressions of this part of the march to Madrid are "Big Stone Bivouac" where we tried to shelter from a bitter wind, sleeping till the cold awoke us, and then trying to warm ourselves by exercise until fatigue sent us once more to sleep. An alternation of discomforts, which was repeated half a dozen times during the night. The memory is delightful. All the unpleasant incidents of the period have passed into oblivion.’ [The Confessions. p. 584]
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<span style="color: black;">‘When, nearly 40 years ago, I walked through Spain, accompanied only by a single chela, there was little paper money in use, at least in the rather primitive places which we favoured. The currency was confined to the silver peso, and its fractions. About 90 miles north of Madrid, we found, one fine morning, that our well-meant attempt to pay our bill at the posada threw a bombshell into the works: the people of the Inn jabbered and gesticulated among themselves for about half an hour before they produced our receipt, and bade us Hasta la vista!
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<span style="color: black;">Next day, the same thing, rather worse. The day after, worse still; and we saw that they were disputing about the coins that we had handed over. Finally, about 20 miles from Madrid, they wouldn't take our money at all! Instead, the pointed out that we were English gentlemen, and they would be eternally honoured and grateful if we would send the money from Madrid!
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<span style="color: black;">On arrival at that city, we noticed long queues of people besieging the Banks; I put my finger to my nose, and said Aha!
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<span style="color: black;">But, sitting down at a café, oh no! not at all! Pesos were passing without question. Well, well! So I got into conversation with a knowledgeable-looking bloke, and he told me the whole story. It seemed that the Director of Customs had a brother in Mexico D.F. who manufactured brass bedsteads. The uprights of these were packed with forged pesos of Fernando VII and one other king—I forget his name—made of the same standard silver alloy as the genuine coins, and so well executed that the only way to tell the false was that they looked newer than they should have been, in view of the date! And so (continued my informant) there was a panic, and no one would take any money at all, and the city was dying on its feet! So the Government gave orders to the Banks to change any coins soever for their equivalent in freshly-minted money—that's what those queues are—and "every one is happy again." "But," I objected, "I see you have some old coins."He laughed."Those one-eyed mules at the Banks! All foolishness! Days ago we all agreed to take any money without question—and as long as we all do that, why, nobody's hurt!"’ [Magick without tears. Chapter LIV: On Meanness.]
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Crowley’s Confessions says that they reached Madrid ‘on August the second’, but this must surely be a mistake and perhaps it is meant to read ‘August twenty-second’ which would be more accurate, but without the 1908 diary all we can safely know is that on Sunday 2nd August they were still crossing the Pyrenees and a long way from Madrid and it cannot be 2nd September for they left Madrid on 28th August.
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<span style="color: black;">They stayed the night in a hotel in Puerto del Sol, Madrid, and Neuburg who had been suffering for some time because he ‘could not stand the rough food and the fatigue and the exposure,’ and so being quite ill he needed to rest. He stays in his bed for 2-3 days Crowley says and probably because of this they gave up the idea of walking to Gibraltar. Crowley spends his time in Madrid visiting the Museo del Prado art galleries. Also in Madrid Crowley finished writing his ‘The Psychology of Hashish’ which would appear as part two of ‘The Herb Dangerous’ [The Equinox. vol I, number II] written under the pseudonym ‘Oliver Haddo’ in reference to the character based on Crowley in W Somerset Maugham’s novel ‘The Magician’.
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Friday 28th August: Crowley and Neuburg leave Madrid and walk all day.
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Saturday 29th August: They arrive at Granada and Crowley renews his relations with the wild gypsy woman whom he met there the year previously and of whom he wrote his celebrated love song ‘La Gitana’ on 21st July 1907:
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Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, </span></div>
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The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, </span></div>
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In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel </span></div>
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Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil, </span></div>
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In the pleasaunce of the roses with the fountains and the yews </span></div>
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Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews! </span></div>
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In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress, </span></div>
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And the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse. </span></div>
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Was the Baile del la bona too seductive? Did you feel </span></div>
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Through the silence and the softness all the tension of the steel? </span></div>
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For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns </span></div>
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And the midnight came upon us worth a million crazy morns. </span></div>
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Ah! my Gypsy, my Gitana, my Saliya! were you fain </span></div>
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For the dance to turn to earnest? --- O the sunny land of Spain! </span></div>
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My Gaitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove! </span></div>
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With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love! </span></div>
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Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far </span></div>
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From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star. </span></div>
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I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old </span></div>
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With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold. </span></div>
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I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south </span></div>
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With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth --- </span></div>
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With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew! </span></div>
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My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!
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Sunday 30th August: They walk to Ronda.
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Monday 31st August: They arrived at Gibraltar. ‘It was hot; the Levanter was blowing and taking all the marrow out of one's bones. I was utterly tired: I sat down. I was perceived by a rock scorpion (as they call the natives of the fortress, a detestable and despicable breed, which reminds one quite unreasonably of the Eurasian) who saw a chance to sting somebody. He began by hectoring me and ended by arresting me. When we got to the police station, and the sergeant found that we were staying at the best hotel in the town, and inspected our papers, we received the proper apologies; but I didn't forget that if I hadn't been a privileged person I might have been sent to prison for sitting down when I was tired and ill. This is part of the price we pay for the privilege of paying exorbitant taxes to support a swarm of useless jacks in office.’ [The Confessions. p. 586-587] They stayed at a hotel and later crossed the strait of Gibraltar to Tangiers.
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Sunday 13th September: Neuburg left Crowley to visit his relatives in San Sebastian. On the same day Crowley took advantage of the solitude and wrote ‘The Soldier and the Hunchback ! and ?’ [The Equinox. Vol I, number I. 1909] The Confessions gives the date as ‘13th December’ which must be another mistake because we know Crowley had returned to England and then travelled to Paris for his Magical Retirement beginning on 1st October.
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‘The conclusion of my meditations was that I ought to make a Magical Retirement as soon as the walk was over. I owed it to myself and to mankind to prove formally that the formulae of initiation would work at will. I could not ask people to experiment with my methods until I had assured myself that they were sufficient. When I looked back on my career, I found it hard to estimate the importance of the part played by such circumstances as solitude and constant communication with nature. I resolved to see whether by application of my methods, purged from all inessentials and understood in the light of common-sense physiology, psychology and anthropology, I could achieve in a place like Paris, within the period of the average man's annual holiday, what ad come as the climax of so many years of adventure. I also felt it proper to fit myself for the task which I had undertaken in publishing The Equinox, by fortifying myself with as much magical force as I might be able to invoke. The result of this resolve will appear in its proper place.’ [The Confessions. p. 583]
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Tuesday 15th September: Crowley returns to London.
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Wednesday 30th September: He arrives in Paris.
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Thursday 1st October 1908: Thus begins Crowley’s Great Magical Retirement which is recorded as ‘John St John’ [The Equinox. Vol I, number I. Supplement. 1909]
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It has often been pointed out that the years 1907-1908, although at first glance do not seem to be very significant were in fact fundamental to the course of action in Crowley’s future and theoretically can be seen as a turning point. John Symonds says that 1907 ‘was the year that he “went wrong” – or so he said during the 1920’s in an anxious and melancholy period of his life. I think he meant that in 1907 there was still time for him to turn back. Rose had given birth to another daughter, Lola Zaza. He was thirty-two years of age. His roving, boisterous past could be set aside as the <em>Sturm und Drang</em> period of his life. He had still a chance of settling down and getting on with the business of ordinary living; but he kicked his mother-in-law downstairs instead – she had come to visit rose and the three-weeks-old Lola Zaza who was ill with bronchitis – and strode on, into the Waste Land, praising the immortal Gods.’ [The Great Beast. John Symonds. ‘The Star in the West’. p. 122]
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<span style="color: black;">Could Crowley have done more to assist his wife Rose if he had not the urge to roam on his adventures? Could he perhaps have ‘settled down’ to an ordinary yet literary life and remained financially comfortable? We cannot say for sure, Crowley is such a colossal figure that it would be unwise to judge him by ordinary standards and the vast expansion of his mind beyond the horizon and the willingness to push himself beyond all physical endurance and limitations speaks volumes about his enigmatic ‘presence’ in the world, but one thing we do know is that whether or not he chose to ignore the Great Work and his responsibility as shown in the Book of the Law, Neuburg would prove to be yet another of the many acolytes upon the path that would distract him but eventually, as in the case of Neuburg in the year 1909 at Boleskine House, Scotland, achieve his role in the magical chain that would lead Crowley once again to Liber Al vel Legis.
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<span style="color: black;">I fully believe Neuburg, the sensitive poet, genuinely loved Crowley and did so to his dying day, yet he also feared the sadistic and cruel appetite that dwelt within Crowley which also had to be satisfied. The attentions of the Great Beast would have surely initially flattered Neuburg and their ‘forbidden’ lust would have ascended to the Glory of the Divine and be driven to the dissolution of the Damned and the young, entranced Victor would have reeled in the magnetic sexual force that Crowley wielded. Perhaps Crowley saw Victor as nothing more than an excuse to occupy himself with during all the trouble with Rose for it is hard to believe there was any great affection for Victor beyond the manly respect of a guru for his ‘chela’; Victor was necessary to Crowley with his mediumistic ability and at their parting Aleister missed having Neuburg’s evocational power at his elbow!
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<span style="color: black;">If 1907 was the year that ‘went wrong’ then 1908 can be seen as a specific ‘book-mark’ between the chapters of his life which delivered the Book of the Law unto mankind; his Kanchenjung expedition and the walk across China during his Augoeides Invocations, and 1909 with the re-discovery of Liber Al vel Legis; the publication of The Equinox; the divorce of his wife Rose and the Enochian Calls performed with Neuburg in The Vision and the Voice. It was a year of condensing in his mind the effectiveness of a workable system of magick – in theory and practice!</span>
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Young lovers, for love maketh the heart young – the time is 1868, but of course it could be any time, for love is timeless; the place: Much Piddlin’ in the Po, a rural village in the heart of love-struck Derbyshire. There is a young couple, a man and a woman*, newly blessed by the union of marriage.</span><br />
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The moon, in its second quarter is upon them on this beautiful summer’s night. They appear to be the offspring of aristocratic families judging from their elegant attire and she gazes deep into his eyes while sweet words of love are surely being sung, for tears are filling the young lady’s eyes… Let us draw aside the curtain and drift gently upon their colloquy!
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Gentleman: ‘Madam! I see you have been blessed by the good Lord and all His angelic minions by the miracle of manhood sprouting firm upon thine lantern jaw; ‘tis a fine bush madam of prime manly beard, so thick that one can mislay one’s spoon in it!’
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Lady: ‘Sir! your impertinence goes far beyond the current scope of recognisable humour, and like your wardrobe, is outrageous and surely a blasphemy upon nature sir, for whomsoever informed you that the wearing of lady’s under-appendages upon the male personage was sartorially correct and ‘in’ is most assuredly ‘out’ and under some misconception and probably mad sir! Yet, I must heartily congratulate your tailor on such a pompous display of foppery! Tell me, is it usual for (I hasten to add) a “gentleman” [cough] and a young man about town, with the means of enjoying that fair location, to traverse it sir, in women’s clothing? It is a wonder sir, that you do not await the cover of darkness to parade your parasitic and portly dis-proportions!’
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<em>Interesting! – a scene of some discontent – let us wait a while to see this hell-broth soothed to milk and honey!</em>
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Gentleman: ‘I am acquainted with such ancient notions of correctness, especially amongst the peasant classes, of which you preside over madam, and as a gentleman of fair physiognomy, with passions for your elegant sex, and might I add, my own, that it is of no consequence to you or to your butcher, for that matter, if I should indulge my strange and curious passions by cushioning them in soft, silken coverings from Paris, and all original! But madam, to look at you, my heart sinks, for one would be at a perpetual loss and disagreement to find where “Lady” begins and “corsetry” ends in one so blessed and endowed with more than your fair share of fleshly requisites, the kind often viewed in zoological departments!’
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Lady: ‘A lady’s underwear sir is the very bolt upon society! Unlock it, and you shall find the horse, well and truly, in its stable sir!’
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Gentleman: ‘Quite so, but may I remind you that all this fruitery is bad cosmetic on an old corpse; it is a vain endeavour, for one cannot disguise an old man o’ war frigate in trying to beautify its tired appearance with paint and bad lighting. Repent of your ways, so say I madam, and come clean, if bathing were permitted to such flagrant mud-wallowers; put an end to this vulgar display of fruitification and return madam, to that dull, drab and dreary, plain old affair that comes so naturally to your good [cough] self!’
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Lady: ‘Sir! you are impertinent and what is more you are exceedingly ugly! In fact, a more prattish oaf has it seldom ever been my misfortune to behold! Restrain yourself sir, for you are on a precarious precipice of becoming a positive pot-pouri of pomposity!’</span><br />
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<em>‘Tis a brief upset, a minor quarrel – let us linger a while longer to see its turnaround!</em>
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Gentleman: ‘Methinks thou hast been too long sniffing around the cellar door, for thou wearest the cologne of mould and mushroom madam! Surely, thou art a miracle of inelegance and you<span style="color: black;">r </span>sartorial propriety [cough] leaves a lot to be desired. And so may I remind you, that cabbages are for digesting, cooked, I might add, and not for the wearing thereof!’</span><br />
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Lady: ‘’Tis better sir, to resemble the cabbage than to smell of the devilish brassica!’
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Gentleman: ‘Come, come madam, you do yourself an injustice, for you excel in the one just as heartily as you excel in the other, and to separate the two I fear, would be as difficult a task as prizing the porkiest of piggy from its mud… or the corpse from its coffin…’
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Lady: ‘Coxcomb!’
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Lady: ‘Dandy!’
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Gentleman: ‘Banshee!’
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Lady: ‘Spaniel handler!’</span><br />
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Gentleman: ‘What does that even mean madam?’</span><br />
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<em>Let us away before harsher things than words are thrown!</em>
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Ad nauseam for a further forty years or until death secures one of them an early release!
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<em>I fear we must retreat and leave this scene of sorrow; let the curtain fall upon this tragedy; upon this accursed spot and swallow up this stain upon the majesty of love!</em>
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*The author here wishes to add that other varieties of ‘couples’ and combinations thereof are available!
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TWO GODS AM I</span>
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This body, touched by ancient fear
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<span style="color: black;">As the dew-hand left the grass;
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<span style="color: black;">The ache of antiquity, still was here,
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<span style="color: black;">For sighing souls of old, who pass;
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Pass, as wine of Gods, that’s poured
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<span style="color: black;">With nature’s gifts, so terrible;
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Quick, by the fading sun, I go,
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<span style="color: black;">Two Gods, two hearts, two brains in bloom;
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<span style="color: black;">Two Gods tormented in the tomb!</span>
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Sunday 6th January 2002. Constant distraction from Soror Lylan (concerning the
Ritual), whose mind has become unbalanced. 5-5.30 p.m. – Invocation of Παν. I
used Crowley’s ‘Tanhauser’. <br />
Saturday 19th January. I received the sign of the Hexagram while with Lylan.
She is still fixated with________. Later, the tension became unbearable – the
trinity was overpowering and I was doing my will. There was almost murder
between us – as if Lucifer had taken possession! <br />
Sunday 20th January. I told Lylan about my visionary dream concerning her upon
an altar marked with three crosses, one over each eye and another across her torso.
The eyes were blood red and the crosses were cut deep. She had male figures
about her in white robe-like clothing. She was dead! Though maybe she was in
hospital and those around her were doctors. Lylan was very disturbed by this
dream and so was I. I had the strangest sensation when I went out alone, as if
I was ‘marked’. Lylan went to take a bath and I went to show her how to lock
the door. She pulled the door to my room to and it shut and it locked as if a
gust of air blew it – for some reason, I picked up my keys about 20 minutes
earlier and put them in my pocket, something I never do as I keep them on the
table. After she went the tension in the room lessened. Lylan called me
at 5.15 p.m. from a pub in ________ waiting for her bus which comes at 6.05
p.m. She was in a terrible state. She told me that Abramelin demons are coming
for me and nothing can be done about it now. I think she is beyond help! I had
no fear but she was quite abusive and kept talking about my visionary dream. I
did not tell her all the facts! <br />
Monday 21st January. Lylan called at 05.30 a.m. in some distress. Later she
left a message on my phone. She was in tears and wants me to put her mind at
rest concerning the dream etc. Later still, another message in which she was
laughing like a lunatic! I phoned Lylan at 7 p.m. and managed to calm her down.
We decided we would not come into contact with each other again as our forces
are too great. <br />
Tuesday 22nd January. Lylan called at 6.40 p.m. and there is still a strong
presence of ______ she said. She thinks I did not banish correctly. <br />
Friday 25th January. Lylan called at 9.pm. and I called her back at 9.50 p.m.
She still believes that she is the ‘Gatekeeper’ for Abramelin etc at Boleskine
House. <br />
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Sunday 17th February. At 5.15 p.m. I robed and lit the opium incense. I
constructed an altar and upon it placed the image of the Beast in the sign of
Pan. The Cup and the Sword within. An Abramelin Operation concerning the
talisman or square LXXI. I received the repetitive words: ‘It is done!’ the
image of Crowley was distorted being one moment male then the next female at
intervals and merging. He grimaced and a flash of green light appeared upon the
blade of my sword which I held before me. The green light remained. The solar
current was overwhelming and directed towards the magical Cup. The
ceremony ended at 5.45 p.m. Lylan called me at 9.35 p.m. about the ritual and I
told her that ‘It is done!’ She called me again at 03.00 a.m. I received a
vision on being led into the white brilliance of Heaven! <br />
Saturday 16th March. I had an insight concerning the vision of Sunday 20th
January – It wasn’t a sacrifice but a ‘magical marriage’ concerning Crowley –
The Bride and the Beast – ‘It is done!’ <br />
<br />
Sunday 17th March. Lylan called and we talked about the new revelation of the
vision and we went through some ‘Bornless Ritual’ together. <br />
Saturday 23rd March. ‘A Magick Life’ biography by Martin Booth.
I purchased a knife with a wooden handle to consecrate for ritual purposes
– Incense: Rose, Musk, Amber, Patchouli, Sandalwood. <br />
Sunday 31st March. The Consecration of the Wand, Dagger and the Incense. I
prepared the circle and the altar. Lustration. I robed myself and entered the
circle at 3.30 p.m. I performed the Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and the
Hexagram. <br />
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1. Consecrated the incense. I then lit the candle and the incense. <br />
2. Consecration of the dagger. <br />
3. Consecration of the wand. <br />
4. ‘Enflame thyself in prayer’. <br />
<br />
I recited the ‘Hymn to Pan’ and at its culmination I partook of the sacrament
from the Holy vessel. I became drunk on the wine of Pan [the sword fell from
the altar three times]. Music was used throughout the ceremony – Bach,
Beethoven and Schubert. <br />
<br />
I ended with the Closing ceremony of the Pentagram and the Hexagram and the
circle was destroyed at 4.15 p.m.<br />
Monday 1st April. The Adorations. <br />
Saturday 6th April. 777 – Gematria. <br />
Monday 8th April. Holy Day – Liber Legis. <br />
Tuesday 9th April. Holy Day – Liber legis. 777. <br />
Wednesday 10th April. Holy Day – Liber Legis. 777. <br />
Saturday 13th April. I constructed an altar. <br />
Upon the altar were:<br />
<br />
1. The Ritual text – The Equinox. <br />
2. The Dagger (upright). <br />
3. The Wand (upright). <br />
4. The Sword. <br />
5. Purified Water. <br />
6. Candle and candle holder. <br />
7. The Holy Oil. <br />
8. The Incense (Opium). <br />
9. The Cup. <br />
10. &11. The Cakes of Light. <br />
12. The Magical Ring. <br />
13. Liber Al vel Legis. <br />
14. Image of the Beast in the sign of Pan. <br />
<br />
The ritual began at 4.30 p.m. No circle was drawn. I robed after the
lustration. Lit the incense and I was hooded for the opening of the ceremony. I
placed the Ring upon the little finger of the right hand. I performed the
Lesser Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and the Hexagram and recited the
‘Hymn to Pan’ during a mystic dance. Consecration of the cakes with purified
water and incense. I performed the Mass of the Phoenix Ritual. I consumed the
second cake. I then removed the hood and performed the Star Ruby Ritual. I read
the intro to the Bornless Ritual and read the three chapters of Liber Al vel
Legis. I then consumed the first cake that had absorbed the incense. The solar
current was released unto our Lady of the Stars and the Ritual ended at 5.50
p.m. <br />
Thursday 9th May. For some weeks now I have felt I have achieved the tasks of a
Neophyte, and I am ready to accept the next grade. <br />
Saturday 11th May. 8.00 p.m. pendulum reading. The Ritual will take place
tomorrow the pendulum says; it is desirable and I have passed the grade of
Neophyte. <br />
Sunday 12th May. I worked on the Ritual and prepared myself at 4.30 p.m. 5.00
p.m. skyclad at the Great Altar. I lit the incense – Frankincense. I made my
declaration. Liber Israfel. The Bornless Ritual. I took the oath of the Zelator
and there followed an operation concerning the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the
Mage. <br />
Saturday 29th June. Magick is really returning on me! I sort of knew it would;
I waited for it and tried to deny it! Painful! Like dying! This is all re the
Abramelin working of Sunday 12th May. ‘Not done yet!’ <br />
Sunday 21st July. 5.00 p.m. – 46 ‘Nothing is a secret key of this law.
Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred and
eighteen’. 47. ‘But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all
disappear’. 61+61=122 (they have the half = 61) [see notes on Gematria of 122
in Records]. <br />
Saturday 27th July. The death of someone very close to me!<br />
Saturday 3rd August. Soror Lylan called in some distress – she needs my help! <br />
Wednesday 7th August. I agreed to go to Lylan’s aid. <br />
Friday 9th August. I went to C______ to help Lylan. There was almost murder
between us and she locked me in the kitchen (a blessing for both our sakes!)<br />
Sunday 11th August. She had no desire to let me return home but I escaped
the evil intentions of Lylan! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Xcvii An. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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The ceremony consists of seven parts: <br />
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1. The Banishings and Consecrations. <br />
2. The Preliminary Invocation. <br />
3. The Proclamation. <br />
4. The particular invocations to the forces of Venus. <br />
5. Assumption of forces invoked. <br />
6. The magical link. <br />
7. The closing ceremony. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Khuit In nomine Abrahadabra et in hoc signo.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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I prepared the Great Altar with the appropriate seals and squares etc. Colour –
Green. Incense – Rose and Red Sandalwood. Weapon – The Lamp. No circle was
drawn and no triangle was drawn. God – YHVH Tzabaoth. Archangel – Hanael.
Intelligence – Hagiel. Spirit – Kedemel. Robed and hoodwinked. I wore the
sacred pendant. <br />
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1. The Banishing Rituals, extended unto all the quarters of the Temple
[Pentagram and Hexagram]. The sword was then replaced on the altar.<br />
<br />
‘Asperge eum Domine hyssop et mundabitur; Lavabis eum et super nivem
dealbabitur.’ ‘By the figurative mystery of these holy vestures of concealment,
doth the Lord cloak me in the Shroud of Mystery in the strength of the Most
High Ancor Amacor Amides Theodonias Anitor that my desired end may be effected
through thy strength, Adonai, unto whom be the Glory in Saecula Saeculorum
Amen.’ <br />
<br />
‘Hail unto Thee, Ra Hoor Khuit, who art the Lord of the Aeon! <br />
Be this consecrated sword <br />
Not abhorred before the Lord! <br />
A guard of steel, a tongue of flame <br />
Writing in adamant His Name!<br />
Puissant against the Hosts of Evil! <br />
A mighty fence against the Devil! <br />
A snake if lightening to destroy <br />
Them that work mischief and Annoy! <br />
Arm me, arm me, in the fray <br />
That shall be fought this dreadful day!’ <br />
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‘Hail unto Thee, Ra Hoor Khuit, who art the Lord of the Aeon! <br />
Be this consecrated Altar <br />
A sign of sure stability! <br />
Will and Courage never falter, <br />
Thought dissolve in Deity! <br />
Let thy smile divinely curving, <br />
Isis, bless our dark device! <br />
Holy Hawk, my deed unswerving <br />
Be thy favoured sacrifice! <br />
Holy Khem, my vigour nerving,<br />
I have paid the priestly price. <br />
Hail, Ra Hoor, thy ray forth-rolling <br />
Consecrate the instruments, <br />
Thine Almighty power controlling <br />
To the Event the day’s events!’<br />
<br />
‘Arm me, arm me, in the fray <br />
That shall be fought this dreadful day!’ <br />
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Consecrations: Incense and purified water. <br />
<br />
‘So when all the phantoms are vanished, and through the universe darts and
flashes that holy and formless Fire – Hear Thou the Voice of Fire!’ <br />
<br />
‘The Lord is my fortress and my deliverer; my God in whom I will trust. I will
walk upon the Lion and adder; the young lion and the scorpion will I tread
under my feet. Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver
him; I will set him on high, because he hath known My Name.’ <br />
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2. The Preliminary Invocations. <br />
<br />
‘Arise, Dog of Evil, that I may instruct thee in thy present duties’. Etc. <br />
<br />
3. Proclamation. ‘I _______________, a zelator of ____ swear unto Thee, O Lord
God, by thine own Almighty power, by Thy force and fire, by Thy glittering
Hawk’s eye and Thy mighty sweeping wings; that I do utterly devote myself,
mind, body, and estate, at all times and in all places soever to the
establishment of Thy holy kingdom’. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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‘And this my purpose is threefold: Firstly that my will shall be strong, even
as a fortress is strong, to keep from me all evil and malevolent influences. <br />
Secondly, that I shall attain the beauty and love of Venus and the will to
comprehend and rejoice in love. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Kedemel, that he may be obedient unto me, thy servant, that between him and me
there may be peace, and that he may always be ready to come whensoever he is
invoked and called forth. And that I shall command and compel the affections of
one _____________’. Etc. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Mentu;’ etc <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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4. The particular invocations of the forces of Venus. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Hail! Hail! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Send forth a spark of thine illimitable light and force, I beseech Thee, that
it may appear in the Heaven of Venus as the God YHVH Tzabaoth. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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[As a preliminary to the particular Invocations, The Greater Ritual of the
Hexagram was used] <br />
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5. The Assumption of the Goddess Venus. From the dark robe, as if
new-born, emerged the painted Venus – Isis Rejoicing. <br />
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Symbolic representation of the magician, i.e. robe and hoodwink, lay upon a
scarlet altar cloth and Venus danced a magical dance, with boundless energy,
vibrant and lustful. <br />
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6. The Magical Link. The magical link was placed in the Cup and the
solar charge was directed towards it. The commands were issued unto
kedemel. The magical link was sealed up between the Obverse and the Reverse of
the Seal of Venus and thus bound to it. <br />
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7. The Licence to depart. <br />
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The Banishing Rituals of the Greater Hexagram, the Lesser Pentagram and the
Lesser Hexagram. The closing of the Temple at 11.00 p.m. <br />
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Sunday 25th August. I prepared a Goetic working – Gomory! I made the seals etc.
The time of the operation: 8 p.m. (hour of the sun) and 9 p.m. (hour of Venus).
I decided against it and went out! Re-scheduled for Friday 30th August (7 p.m.
hour of the Sun and 8 p.m. hour of Venus). <br />
Wednesday 28th August. An Abramelin Working – 12.30 p.m. [x, 1 and xx, 1] (the
Goetic working was re-scheduled once again for Sunday 8th September). <br />
Sunday 8th September. Preparations began for a Goetic working during the hour
of the sun at 1.24 p.m. A piece of virgin paper was used to draw the sigil of
Gomory. I consecrated the circle and the triangle (according to the Goetia) and
placed the magical instruments of art within the circle. The cup was filled
with wine.<br />
During the hour of Venus at 2.24 p.m.: Lustration (the versicle of David –
‘Thou shalt purge me with hyssop’ etc). I robed using the prayer at vesting –
‘By the figurative mystery of this holy vestment’ etc. <br />
The lighting of the incense (frankincense). The seals, sigil of the spirit etc
worn on the robe. <br />
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Gomory on virgin paper and various magical links to the desired working.
Prayers and blessings within the circle; fumigation etc and the exorcising of
the instruments. Also prepared was a smaller seal of Gomory in the event of
cursing. <br />
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First conjuration [x2] <br />
Second conjuration [x2] <br />
Third conjuration [x2] <br />
The Invocation of the King [x2] <br />
First conjuration [x1] <br />
The chain curse, using the sigil. <br />
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The curse of the spirit who obeyest not my commands. <br />
The commands are given, concerning that which shall not be told. Licence to
depart. <br />
The ceremony ended at 3.10 p.m. and the circle and the triangle were destroyed.
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Sunday 22nd September. I divined the word of the Equinox – Liber AL: ‘FORCE’
[AL. III. 17] 6+70+200+8+5= 289 <br />
289 is a perfect square [17</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">2</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;">] <br />
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17 is also the verse number in Liber AL <br />
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Thursday 24th October. Lylan told me about her practicing sex magick and that
she is still continuing to do it. <br />
Thursday 31st October. Samhain. A Magical Rite – An Invocation of the energy of
Therion. Midnight: Jephtah: Preliminary Invocation. Asmodel. Nephthys.
Perdurabo. Incense was used in the rite which concerned _____. and ended at
12.30 a.m. <br />
Friday 1st November. Success! <br />
Saturday 2nd November. Abramelin. The Goetic Workings. The Talismans and the
Rites of Sex Magick, together with the subtle invocations have produced a
magical current, formulating my will. I was driven to such depths, not only by
the perpetrations against me, but against Thelema and the Prophet. I have
fulfilled and my equilibrium is once again returning to its balance. <br />
Thursday 14th November. I am ready to confirm my will and course. With much
pain I have crossed the divide created by the ordeals. Love is the law, love
under will! Daily Adorations – ‘Liber Resh vel Helios’. <br />
Sunday 1st December. The Greater Feast of A.C. with Frater ____ <br />
Monday 27th January. At 8.15 p.m. my Magick Ring broke – its work is done! <br />
Tuesday 4th February. The work of the Ring [and the Rose]. <br />
Tuesday 8th April. Liber Legis I. <br />
Wednesday 9th April. Liber Legis II. <br />
Thursday 10th April. Liber Legis III. <br />
Sunday 13th April. At Trinity College Cambridge with K______. <br />
Monday 5th May. 01.15 a.m. Open T. Pentagram and Hexagram. <br />
Wednesday 7th May. 11.20 p.m. Open T. Pentagram and Hexagram. <br />
Saturday 10th May. 01.10 a.m. open T. Pentagram and Hexagram. <br />
<br />
Wednesday 25th June. The T. is desecrated! <br />
Sunday 6th July. A great awakening is upon me! He who desecrates expecteth the
dire consequences of Ra Hoor Khuit! – It is done! The offender faces justice! <br />
Friday 18th July. I have decided to resume the ______ workings with Baphomet
which was last performed on Saturday 3rd May 2003 e.v. <br />
Monday 21st July. I entered the Temple before midnight with the words of the
Law as my mantra and Nuit was revealed unto me, O blessed Nuit! <br />
Tuesday 22nd July. I entered the Temple at the midnight hour with the words of
the Law as my mantra and the darkness became a rush of blue radiance as my Lady
Nuit bent upon me and kissed me: ‘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 of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of
Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and
let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!’ [AL. I. 27] <br />
Saturday 2nd August. Around midnight I entered the Temple (as I have done on
many nights over the past few months). I found myself within a wood at night,
upon a desolate yet beautiful path. The light of the moon was hauntingly
radiant. I entered a gate and went along a path to a strange old house, its
windows lit by candlelight. I knocked: xxx xxxxx xxx. A beautiful young woman
came to the door and I was shown along a narrow passageway to a very comfy
parlour room. She wore a white dress. As I sat in a chair, no words were said,
and she came upon me. My black robe against her white dress. I left. Further
along the path I encountered a small boy, his naked smooth skin glinting in the
moonlight. He took my left hand and led me to his house which was very dark and
rustic. We performed a magical rite together and I left. Later, I was in
another house which was also dark. I tried the lights but they did not work. I
entered a room and noticed a male figure in the shadows of the far corner
wearing a robe. I shouted ‘Monk!’ and he screamed at me to ‘Get Out!’ I left
and as I opened the front door I saw people on the path outside. I fell upon my
face and then I and some others went towards the window and saw the ‘monk’ with
his shaven head forcing himself upon a young boy in an act of sex magick. I had
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A Magick Life: A Biography of Aleister Crowley – by Martin Booth.</strong> </span><br />
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Magician, poet, mountaineer, adventurer and seeker of enlightenment through drugs and sex, Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) was a larger than life character who inspired many of his contemporaries to go beyond the confines of existence and explore and expand the inner ‘magical’ faculty; even decades after his death, Crowley the icon, the ‘wickedest man in the world’, became a major force in the 1960’s counterculture revolution. Today, his prolific output increases in popularity as more people are drawn to his spiritual system of magical attainment. A Magick Life by Martin Booth is an intelligent and un-biased biography, he does not fall under the spell Crowley casts over many authors, as he dispels demonic myths and chronicles the facts of the ‘Great Beast’ accordingly. We are taken through 1890’s London and Cambridge, the Scottish Highlands and the Himalayas; Paris, New York and to Sicily where Crowley founded his temple, the Abbey of Thelema. Crowley, who is known to have had a great sense of humour and was able to laugh at himself and his image would surely enjoy Booth’s dry sense of humour! Sensational stuff!
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<strong>The Heart of the Master – by Khaled Khan.</strong> </span><br />
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Khaled Khan (Aleister Crowley) wrote the book in 1924 and it was originally published in the German periodical ‘Pansophia’ as ‘das Herz des Meisters’ in 1925. It was published in England in 1938 and Crowley’s inspired text is written in three parts: ‘The Vision’, ‘The Voice’ and ‘The Temple of Truth’. The book is an announcement, a declaration of the arrival of the New Aeon of Horus (begun in 1904) and its teachings and world vision; its significance through the context of the Tree of Life, the ten Sephiroth and then Tarot. Masterful!
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<strong>The Magicians of the Golden Dawn: A Documentary History of a Magical Order 1887-1823 – by Ellic Howe.</strong> </span><br />
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‘The Magicians of the Golden Dawn’ published in 1972 by Ellic Howe is an excellent and very well researched history of the occult Order. There has been much speculation and mystery surrounding the foundation of the Hermetic Order of the Golden dawn, partly derived from the discovery of a certain magical manuscript written in cipher, which was supposedly found by Dr. W. R. Woodman (1828-1891) in 1887. Together with his fellow seeker of occult knowledge and wisdom Dr. William Wynn Westcott (1848-1925), they attempted to decipher the manuscript. The Doctors turned to the eccentric magical scholar Samuel Liddell ‘MacGregor’ Mathers (1854-1918) who managed to solve the ciphers riddle. It was discovered that the cipher contained the name of a Rosicrucian Adept named Fraulein Sprengel, whose magical name was ‘Sapiens Dominabitur Astris’ (SDA), living in Germany. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Following Westcott’s correspondence with the mysterious Sprengel, the three occultists were granted permission to establish an English branch of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, and so the Isis-Urania Temple was founded in London in 1888 and Woodman, Westcott and Mathers presided over it as Chief Adepts. </span><br />
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Following the death of Fraulein Sprengel all ties were cut with the German secret society and the English Order were left to make their own links with the ‘Secret Chiefs’. Dr. Woodman (‘Magna Est Veritas Et Praelavebit’ and ‘Vincit Omnia Veritas’) died and Dr. Westcott (‘Sapere Aud’ and ‘Non Omnis Moriar’) was forced to retire by Mathers (‘Deo Duce Comite Ferro’ and ‘S Rioghail Mo Dhream’) leaving him sole Head of the Order. Mathers claimed to have established the link with the Secret Chiefs in Paris. </span><br />
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Unlike other fraternities and secret societies such as the Freemasons, women were permitted to join and were equal in status to the men. Many great names flourished in the Order: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) ‘Demon Est Deus Inversus’, Annie Horniman (1860-1937) ‘Fortiter Et Recte’, Allan Bennett (1872-1923) ‘Iehi Aour’, Arthur Edward Waite (1857-1942) ‘Sacramentum Regis’, Florence Farr (1860-1917) ‘Sapienta Sapienti Dono Data’ and of course Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) ‘Perdurabo’, who during the revolt of the Second Order, following the damning letter by Mathers which stated that Westcott had ‘never been at any time either in personal or written communication with the Secret Chiefs of the Order’, pledged his loyalty to Mathers and acted as his ‘plenipotentiary’ and attempted to seize the Vault of the Adepts! </span><br />
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Ellic Howe, being neither an ‘occultist’ or a ‘magician’ has written the definitive history of the Golden dawn with many rare examples of correspondence from private collections which helps to dispel certain myths and enlightens the reader to the true development of the Order, its ceremonial magic, internal struggles, deception and intrigue that those modern magicians encountered. From beginning to end: from the rites and initiations which were performed in the Outer Order and the magical grade system to the Second Order, the R.R. et. A.C., Crowley and the ‘Battle of Blythe Road’ and Mathers, who discovered the manuscript of the ‘Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin’ in the library of the Arsenal in Paris and translated it into English, his downfall and from the flames of the Golden Dawn rose the ‘Stella Matutina’. </span><br />
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In its final chapters the star diminishes in brightness and there is more internal squabbles between the ‘washed-out’, insipid Yeats, the gullible crank Dr. Felkin (‘Finem Respice’) and other ‘rebels’ who tore the heart out of the Golden Dawn until it finally limped into the early twentieth-Century where it imploded. I cannot praise this book and its author enough for this outstanding and remarkable work!
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<strong>The Golden Dawn: An account of the Teachings, Rites and Ceremonies of the Order of the Golden Dawn – by Israel Regardie.</strong> </span><br />
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Israel Regardie (1907-1985) first published ‘The Golden Dawn’ as four volumes in 1937-40 and this later publication (four volumes in one book) is a monster tome, very thoroughly researched presenting every aspect of ceremonial magic which was taught within the Order. I have personally found the book very useful in my own studies and practices and no library of the occult should be without this book! ‘By names and images are all powers awakened and reawakened’. </span><br />
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Regardie explores the complete system in these four collected volumes – volume I, book 1: Basic knowledge and practice, the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, various Lectures and the Middle Pillar exercise. Volume II, book 2: Rituals of the Outer Order – Neophyte, Zelator, Theoricus, Practicus and Philosophus. Book 3: Rituals of the Inner Order – the Portal Ritual, the Adeptus Minor Ritual, the Equinox Ceremony, symbols and the use of the Vault. Volume III, book 4: Primary techniques of magical practice and the magical weapons – the Ritual of the Pentagram, the Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram, the Ritual of the Hexagram and the Lesser Ritual of the Hexagram. The Lotus Wand and the Consecration Ritual; the Ritual of the Rose Cross and the magic sword. Book 5: Principles of symbolism of ritual magic – z1: the Enterer of the Threshold, z2: Magical Formulae and z3: the Symbolism of Admission. Book 6: Ceremonial magic in practice – Evocation, Talismans and the Bornless Ritual. Volume IV, book 7: Clairvoyance, talismans, sigils, Tattwas and Rising on the Planes. Book 8: Divination – Geomancy and the Tarot. Book 9: Enochian magic. </span><br />
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‘I come in the Power of the Light. </span><br />
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I come in the Light of Wisdom. </span><br />
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I come in the Mercy of the Light. </span><br />
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With many illustrations, Regardie has done a tremendously exceptional job of giving to the world a glimpse into the workings and ceremonies of one of the most infamous secret societies – an undoubted classic!
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<strong>Nature of the Beast – by Colin Wilson.</strong> </span><br />
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Nature of the Beast is certainly not the best biography of Aleister Crowley and Wilson slips into the usual pitfalls many biographers of the enigmatic Beast seem to do and serves his dish with a good dose of ‘sensationalistic’ sauce! But like a mysterious yet somewhat charming uncle whom nobody seems to talk about, Wilson can be forgiven and applauded for his attempt at producing a fairly decent introductory ‘starter’ to Crowley before moving on to the ‘main course’.</span>
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PART ELEVEN
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THE GREAT DOOM BALL
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It was the day of the Great Masked Ball and preparations were underway for its success. Here, someone was bust fastening the gold chains to each of the seventy-two stone pillars that dominate the Great Hall of Doom. And there, someone was tirelessly hanging the one-thousand-one-hundred-and-sixtieth silver lamp with a remaining eight-hundred-and-forty to be hung, all of which to satisfy his Lordship’s whim of outshining the moon! Servants in black velvet tunics with black stockings and black shoes were slowly moving across the floor, like disordered pawns in a one-sided game of chess as they swept and polished the marble floor. And in other rooms (for there are over a thousand rooms at Doom Hall) many hands were busy beating the curtains and folding and unfolding sheets in between the never-ending task of making ancient heirlooms and decorative antiques shine like never before.
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<span style="color: black;">Below stairs, the kitchen maids were weeping because the head butler, under the influence of several bottles of his Lordship’s brandy, was taking a little too much pleasure in killing the two large salmon, or ‘unburdening them of life’ as he liked to call it. One met its end under the heel of his shoe as it tried to flap itself across the floor. ‘What a magnificent fish!’ he said as his heel came thundering down upon its head! The other was unceremoniously ‘drummed to death’ on the kitchen table as he sang some filthy bar-room song, dancing quite suggestively with the sorrow-struck salmon and kissing the fish during the choruses! And at the other end of the kitchen, the cook’s were on their knees praying to the great chef in the sky that the stardust pudding would taste of actual stardust! In the corner, a fat boy stirred the honey and in another, an old woman sat picking an almost ceaseless supply of creepy-crawlies from the sauce and the spice bowls. And under the table a little boy was being violently ill, while being hit about the head with a ladle, after tasting nine-hundred different varieties of jam and all before the sun had set over the great stone walls of Doom!
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<span style="color: black;">And so it seems that another Great Masked Ball is destined to succeed, despite the fact that Grizzle, the famous mouse-catching cat had fallen into the soup for the third time and that the cooks were wearing more of the culinary delights than actually cooking it, for it is a strange spell cast over Doom on the night of the Great Masked Ball and nothing short of a resounding triumph will do.
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<span style="color: black;">Meanwhile, in the garden, Pegamina and the gardener, Grudge, were making their way towards the Hall, stopping at all the lovely flowers that still had the strength to push through the snow. ‘I don’t know what I would do without my little children!’ said Grudge tearfully, referring to the flowers. ‘Each one gives me something that nothing else can! I know them all, and when they die I die a little too, inside!’ And slowly they walked up the stone steps of Doom for the gardener was such an old and frail man, until they came to its impressive entrance. A large stone arch prevailed over the doorway with terrible depictions of souls in torment carved upon it. Grudge led Pegamina to a side entrance where they suddenly emerged into a narrow hallway. Showing her to a small room, the gardener whispered into her ear: ‘do not open the door to anyone but me!’ and she agreed as he shuffled down the passage and was gone. </span><br />
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It was approaching the hour for the Ball to begin, but having no such thing as time it had become a tradition for the mechanical owl (who, having some sort of remembrance of time, though not very accurate) to announce the Ball open, and so, in his official capacity, he hooted: ‘Let the Ball begin!’ as he slid down the banister of the Great Stair followed by a succession of eminent figures, making their entrances from rooms where many nights and days had been devoted upon their personal attire. All the guests wore masks of course, not little fanciful masks shaped like butterfly wings, but large, uninteresting masks without expression or emotion, which covered the whole face. White masks were worn by the ladies and red by the gentlemen and all the other attendants wore black; even the drunken head-butler’s eyes were busy spinning and revolving behind a black mask! In fact, to appear wearing the wrong coloured mask would invoke his Lordship’s intense displeasure, and death would surely follow, as swiftly as night follows day. In making sure all the guests were in their correct masks, a simple rhyme was devised: </span><br />
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‘A white one for the moon;
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<span style="color: black;">And a black one for the universe
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<span style="color: black;">Before it had begun!’
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Yet, it was solely his Lordships’ privilege that he should wear a blue mask.
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<span style="color: black;">Now, in another part of the Great Hall of Doom an old man was silently shuffling through its corridors that wound through the Hall like veins in a vast corpse, for Grudge was returning to the room in which Pegamina had been waiting, carrying two masks, one white and one red. After entering the little room, Grudge handed Pegamina her white mask and he put on his own red one.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Must I wear it<span style="color: black;">?’</span> said Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Aye, if you value your life?’ answered Grudge.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But why? It feels so uncomfortable to wear!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Because his Lordship will not look upon any face except his own! Some say he is the handsomest man that ever lived and to look at him is to fall in love with him beyond all comprehension! Others say that he is so ugly that to see his grotesque face is to spoil one’s eyes for beauty, forever!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then I think the truth is better covered by a mask!’ said Peg and they both walked along the corridor, entering many doors, crossing many suites of rooms and descending many flights of wooden stairs.
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<span style="color: black;">The festivities in the Great Hall had gotten underway. Wine was being poured from a huge heart-shaped ladle into beautiful crystal glasses, and the musicians began to play (though not completely in time of course and some would argue, the same key!) In one corner of the Hall, Julius the story-teller was entertaining the guests with a perfect rendition of some story about a ghostly skull with opal eyes that can only look at its own reflection in the mirror, until one day a magpie pecks his eyes away and the skull is happy not to see anything, ever again! And of course, there were the usual revelries, like the young earls kicking the courtiers down the steps and the eight sorrowful maidens who think themselves the prettiest things ever to have breathed, trampling over the gardener’s beautiful flowers which would have killed him instantly had he witnessed the slaughter of his ‘children’. And all because no beauty can compete with their own vanity! And then there were his Lordship’s noble cousins: Aquillegia and Alchemillia Despair who were busy rolling the fat boy from one end of the Great Hall to the other, flattening an old Duchess quite speechless in the process, in fact, she fell quite dead! And so this was how the aristocracy enjoyed themselves in Sleepy Sadness, yet never had a room been more full of broken hearts and broken promises!
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<span style="color: black;">On the great dining table, the mechanical owl had to be pulled from the punch bowl to perform his duty of announcing his Lordship, ‘Great citizens of Sleepy Sadness, we are gathered here to mourn...’ but before he could finish his speech, he was plunged back into the punch bowl, hooting and protesting. Then in swept his sombre Lordship, Magnus Doom, as if conjured by a wicked magician!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> There he stood in his blue mask and elegant black dinner suit wearing the family insignia and official state regalia of various academic and fraternal institutions, including the famous pendent in the shape of a teardrop, bearing the words: ‘sorrow hath reigned and sleep shall soothe’.
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<span style="color: black;">Slowly, Lord Doom descended the stairs and not a sound could be heard except for the mechanical owl, splashing about in the punch bowl. All the guests bowed and his Lordship uttered just one word: ‘Welcome!’
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<span style="color: black;">During his Lordship’s grand entrance, Pegamina and Grudge had slipped into the ballroom, unnoticed, and as the music began again, they weaved through the guests, arm in arm, nodding, but never speaking. Pegamina was strangely fascinated by all the elegant costumes; in fact, she stood quite some time just admiring the beautifully dressed guests who talked of elegant things. Two gentlemen were of particular interest to her as she listened to their conversation:
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<span style="color: black;">‘In conforming to the single crease, I find that one eliminates all trace of natural character, and as you know, all trace of natural character must be suppressed!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh undoubtedly’ said the other gentleman.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Individuality sir must be smoothed over for the sake of taste; for the sake of sartorial correctness!’</span><br />
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‘A good suit sir’ said the other gentleman in a loud voice, wishing to be overheard, ‘should contain the universe sir and nothing less! A good suit sir should have the secrets of the cosmos in every pocket and a good tie sir is the very epicentre of the illusion!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Quite!’ was all that the other gentleman said. But Pegamina had lost interest in their talk and all talk for that matter, for Pegamina’s attention was now solely fixed on his Lordship, who sat in a corner, talking to no one yet admired by all.
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<span style="color: black;">Without a moment’s notice, all the guests were suddenly lined up and down one side of the ballroom as the great oak doors swung open to reveal a beautiful bird with elegant plumage, in a flood of tears behind its red mask. The bird was tied to a wooden wheel which was rolled into the centre of the ballroom. Then, one of the servants dressed in black velvet walked before the guests with a silver platter, on which were a heap of mouldy, rotten old apples and every guest took one in each hand. A man stepped forward into the centre and announced in a deep voice that the bird was guilty of trespassing on his Lordship’s grounds and that he had been sentenced to a ‘severe pelting’ for shooting at the Lily. Pegamina suddenly realised that the beautiful bird behind the mask was the Peacock, that ‘positive enigma’ whom she had met at the monument. But before anything could be done, the rotten apples went whizzing through the air, and all of them, well aimed found their target!
The Peacock’s head hung low and the red mask tumbled to the floor and the sadness still there in his eyes, behind the tears, struck Pegamina most of all, as his little life began to flow away. Doctor Morose (who had participated in the apple throwing) was called and he pronounced that the miscreant Peacock’s heart had quite stopped and he recorded the cause of death as ‘died of shame!’
Pegamina went towards the Peacock’s lifeless body and she sobbed as she took its limp wing in her hand, as Grudge did his best to comfort her, but there was nothing he could do.
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<span style="color: black;">During the proceedings no one had noticed his Lordship’s exit from the ballroom, just as no one had noticed that the mechanical owl had drowned in the punch bowl.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, a strange case indeed’ said the doctor ‘though nothing surprises me anymore! You know, only three moons ago I was called to the sick-bed of the woodland cuckoo. Very tricky business! Broke its back in a nasty fall! Sixteen breaks don’t you know! Well, there was nothing I could do so I broke it some more and put the poor fellow out of his misery!’ Just then, Glum the undertaker (who had also participated in the slaying of the Peacock) walked towards the dead bird, measuring a wing and tutting, then a leg and tutting some more. Finally, the poor Peacock was flung, without much care, onto the shoulders of the undertaker’s assistant and carried off to a little room in which it would be prepared in order to take pride of place in his Lordship’s collection of rogues and wrongdoers, behind a glass cabinet, beside the tattered remains of the Lily, next to the stuffed corpse of the Don’t Don’t bird!
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As Peg stood gazing at the lifeless body of the Peacock, that was dangling over the assistant undertaker’s shoulder, its head swaying from side to side, she felt a small hand grip her own and as she looked down she saw the bruised and bleeding face of the fat boy.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Does it hurt?’ asked Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Immensely!’ uttered the fat boy as they stood in the centre of the Great Hall, surrounded by masked faces and ball gowns twirling to the sound of violins.
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<span style="color: black;">‘This way!’ said the fat boy, gently pulling her hand. And they both slipped out of the Great Hall through a doorway into a dark corridor. Along the way, Pegamina learnt that the fat boy’s name was Crocket and he told her about all the ill treatment he suffers at the hands of the kitchen staff and just about anyone he happens to get in the way of.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Is there no one that is kind to you?’ Peg said pitifully.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t think I know what kind is; does it involve being slapped on the legs for eating too many tarts? Or does it involve being locked in the cupboard for getting caught with my fingers in the treacle jar?’
‘It doesn’t involve any of those!’ said Pegamina dabbing at his face with a corner of her dress. ‘Kindness is treating other people how one would expect to be treated oneself!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then I should like kindness to be custard and jam for I should so like to be treated with custard and jam!’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina laughed and then Crocket laughed though he didn’t know what he was laughing at.
When they came to the end of the hallway, Crocket showed Peg a small opening that was hidden behind some hanging tapestry.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Where will it take me?’ asked Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know, I’ve never been able to squeeze through but I’m sure you can and you shall be safe there!’
Pegamina kissed Crocket’s fleshy cheek and thanked him for being so kind to her.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know what you’re doing’ he said as she kissed him ‘but it’s very nice!’ and Crocket blushed and ran down the hallway, leaving Pegamina to squeeze through the opening that lay behind the tapestry.
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<span style="color: black;">Once inside, she found herself in a white chamber.
</span><span style="color: black;">‘It’s whiter than the moon’ she thought. And looking round her eyes fell upon the white splendour that seemed to unfold before her. There were beautiful fine laces, delicately embroidered with fabulous and mythological beasts, hanging from ivory pillars encrusted with pearls and opals. And with each careful step across the white marble floor, the lace gently blew about her. And as she pushed her way through the cascades of lace that hung like smoke about the room, she found herself confronted by a large mirror that stood upon a stone altar in the shape of a wolf; and there, on the altar, resting upon a glass orb, filling the chamber with a strange scent of sleep and death, was the deadly hemlock flower. Suddenly, Pegamina heard the sound of weeping, and as she turned to the sound, she saw the beautiful body of a woman, her face turned away behind a lace curtain.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why are you weeping?’ asked Pegamina. And the woman said in the saddest voice ever to speak:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I am woman and I am man and I am the secret of the moon; though I touch no soul but my own, I bear the weight of the morning upon my heart!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Can you not look at me for I wish to see your face?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I cannot, for I am all that is hideous in the heart and I must turn from the mirror for all eternity because I dare not see the terror that lies within my own soul. It asks for much and gives so little in return for I am plague and pestilence and I bear the face of all the hungry children in the world!’</span><br />
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Pegamina turned towards the altar with her heavy hear and without a moment’s thought she swept the ghastly flower from the orb with her hand, and clutching the glass orb, thrust it into the mirror, which shattered and fell like tears upon the marble floor. She hung her head and in looking round she saw that the weeping woman wept no more and had been released from her torment, for she was dead upon the floor! The light dimmed in the chamber and all the beautiful lace fell as dust upon the marble floor and Pegamina could hold her tears no more. And she felt a shattering sadness as she turned away from the woman that lay amidst the decay within the chamber, as she entered a doorway between two stone pillars.
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<span style="color: black;">She now found herself stepping into another chamber, a red chamber.
‘It’s redder than the sun!’ she thought as she walked across a mirrored floor that reflected the red silken drapes and the pillars of porphyry stone, encrusted with beautiful rubies and sapphires. Again she pushed between the flowing curtains until she came upon another altar. And she could see, as she had seen before, a large mirror supported upon a stone altar in the form of a unicorn, and there upon the unicorns back, placed upon a piece of scarlet satin, was the orb and the flower, but a different flower for it was the monkshood.
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina turned, as she had done in the white chamber, but not to the sound of weeping, but to the sound of sighing. And there before her, sat the handsomest man she had ever seen and it appeared as if he was looking straight through her.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Who are you and why do you sigh?’ she asked. And the man replied:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I am man and I am woman and I am the secret of the sun; though I touch no soul but my own, I bear the weight of the evening upon my heart!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Is that why you sigh?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I sigh because I am the love that destroys and breaks hearts and I must turn towards the mirror for all eternity, for it reflects the most beautiful face in the entire world and there is nothing fairer for my eyes to fall upon. It asks for little and gives so much in return, for I am avarice and all that is greed and I bear the face of the entire world’s beauty!’
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<span style="color: black;">Although Pegamina was struck by the man’s beauty, she turned towards the altar and picked up the orb and hurled it into the mirror as the flower fell to the ground. The mirror splintered into a thousand pieces and fell like ice upon the mirrored floor. And once again, she turned to the sight of another lifeless body lying upon the floor, still bearing the world’s beauty, but unable to see it for evermore! Then the room went dull and the silk hangings fluttered to the floor in scraps and rags and Peg felt an unbearable sadness grow within her heart!
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Pegamina looked around her but she could find no entrance into a third room. She carefully examined all the walls for any signs of a concealed doorway, but she found nothing. And so she sat down before the altar, with her head in her hands looking at the shattered fragments of glass and tattered strips of silk strewn about her; then, some sound made her look up. And as she peered into the space where the mirror had been she could hear the faint sound of crying coming from within. She went towards it, and as she got closer she could see that a dark chamber lay beyond and so she climbed up onto the stone unicorn and entered through the mirror’s frame.
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‘It’s blacker than the night!’ she thought. The floor was of black marble and black velvet drapes hung from ebony pillars depicting fantastic imaginary creatures. As she slowly pushed her way through the drapes that brushed against her face and seemed to be filled by midnight’s fear, she came upon a stone altar in the shape of a turtle with a piece of black satin across its shell upon which stood a single candle. And so Pegamina walked towards it as the sound of crying grew louder.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But where is it coming from?’ she thought to herself. It seemed to be coming from the turtle’s shell and so she removed the candle and placed it upon the floor and pushed the satin to one side. Grasping the turtle’s shell, she lifted it carefully, and there inside was the flower of death: the crying rose! It was the whitest rose she had ever seen, but as she looked again, she saw that the rose had become red!
‘What makes you cry so rose?’ Pegamina asked with tears flowing down her face.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I cry because I hold the sufferings of sorrow for I am death; though I touch no soul but my own I bear the weight of the night upon my heart! Already I grow weak, for the morning and the evening have fallen and my white petals have become red and welcome the release from an eternity of suffering!’ And here, Pegamina reached into the turtle’s shell and gently lifted the rose from the black satin tomb and cradled it in her hands.
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<span style="color: black;">‘The weight of the world’s sorrow is the greatest of all sorrows and I have carried that sorrow since all life began! Let it crumble as I crumble, for death is the only release...’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina felt a great pain as the rose withered and died between her fingers, never to cry again, as the final curtain lifted from the land of Doom!
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<span style="color: black;">And so, with the dying of the rose, all the wickedness of Doom was gone, for indeed Doom did fall and Lord Magnus became a kind and generous man. And as the snow melted and the great walls came down, the gardens were beautiful once again. And in time perhaps happiness would return to Sleepy Sadness. And as for Pegamina, she felt as if a great sadness had been lifted from her heart and she knew that her father loved her more than anything in the whole world, for she was so very loved... she was so very loved!</span><br />
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<em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em>
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Volume 1, <span style="color: black;">Number IX of</span> the Voice of Fire is dedicated to <span style="color: black;">Leila Waddell [1880-1932]</span>
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CONTENTS
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<span style="color: black;"> Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Leila Waddell</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber Librae</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> 1900: A Magical Year</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> To Leila Eight-And-Twenty</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Qabalah an Introduction part II</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Last Taboo</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Leila in the Press</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Pains of Angeldom</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Pegamina part ten</span></div>
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I have always found it fascinating when considering the ways in which one is led towards magical knowledge and enlightenment; ways which are numerous yet fruitful with meaning. Those who are able to recognise the importance of such ‘knowledge’ and to use it accordingly are few: Aleister Crowley was such a man!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The lives of all great men and women, if studied, would yield some important factor which decided upon their journey through life and it is no less for every man and woman. The initial impetus, be it some minor or momentous event or subtle sign, can change the structural course of our lives and have a major significance on shaping who we are; it is in this way that most people come to discover Aleister Crowley. To a certain type of mind able to appreciate knowledge of an esoteric nature, the discovery of Crowley and his system of magick can mount to what can only be described as an ‘epiphany’. Over a period of time, this ‘encounter’ garnished with romantic notions is retained in the memory where it obediently awaits to be called upon. Depending upon one’s experience of the phenomenal world, this revelation can be seen as a magical ‘current’ set in motion which impresses upon the mind, a key which unlocks a portion of the brain and stimulates it consistent with the spiritual and religious faculty. Such ‘visionary’ experiences occur to many individuals, whatever their fundamental belief system is and determines their future thought and actions. In the case of George Spencer (1799-1864), he seems to of had two defining moments, firstly on his sixth birthday he recalled his sister’s Swiss governess explaining to him the existence of God: “My memory may deceive me, but I have a most clear recollection of the very room at Althorp [Northamptonshire] where I sat with her while she declared to me, as a new piece of instruction, for which till then, I believe, I had not been judged old enough, and that there was an Almighty Being dwelling in heaven who had created me and all things, and whom I was bound to fear. Till then, I had not the least apprehension of anything beyond the sensible world around me.” And then secondly prior to his conversion to the Catholic Church, he was on holiday with his family in the Isle of White reading St John Chrysostom’s sermons on the true presence of Jesus in the Eucharist. After finishing Chrysostom, he read St Gregory and gradually the difference between Protestant thought and Catholic doctrine dawned upon him.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">There are countless examples of such eminent people acting upon their visions in a passion of positive energy, but of course there are those whose impulse is negative through some sort of misunderstood and ‘distorted’ vision, as in the misinterpretation of religious texts, which can be seen throughout history and particularly today around the world.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Crowley’s life is filled with innumerable moments of revelation which we can perceive as the influence of the will upon the mind and body or an attempt at dialogue with one’s Holy Guardian Angel. Each initial spark or revelation which ignites the soul in some destination or act should be accorded a certain reverence, depending on one’s belief.</span></span></div>
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In my own case I can remember the ‘great awakening’ which unlocked the door which promised entrance to a great chamber of wealth! I was young and on the threshold of life when I became exposed to Aleister Crowley while reading a part-work magazine called ‘Crimes and Punishment’ edited by Angus Hall (98 issues) and published in 1973 by Phoebus Publishing Co. In one particular issue, following an ‘occult case’ article concerning ‘the Most Haunted House in England – Borley Rectory’ (p. 903-909) another fascination of mine, I came upon the Great Beast! The article was an ‘occult trial’ titled ‘The Beast of the Apocalypse’ (p. 910-918) which gave a detailed account of Crowley and his 1934 ‘Laughing Torso’ trial. Having known from a very young age of the existence of the unseen world of the spirit the article was integral to my future pursuit of magick and life-long interest in Aleister Crowley. At the time, notions of debauchery and depravity tickled a young boy’s fancy, but at the same time I saw beyond the ‘sensationalism’ to the fundamental truth and revelled in the romance and mystery that I conjured up about the poet and adventurer: Aleister Crowley!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In this way, those who are meant to ‘find’ Crowley, shall indeed ‘find’ Crowley and the experience will be no less personal and even ‘sacred’ than any divine intervention. For me, in a less enlightened world at the time, devoid of today’s technology, my journey of discovery seemed more arduous and obscure elements of knowledge were hard to find. But that is not to denigrate the ways in which knowledge is sought today, in fact, I rejoice in the technology which provides a tool for everyone to learn and have greater access to knowledge, even knowledge considered ‘forbidden’ in the past.</span></span></div>
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In these days where the spiritual seems less important than what car one drives or how many ‘virtual’ friends one has collected on social media, it is all too easy to be rude about Great Aunt Patchoulia with her botched Brazilian, fake tan, tattoos and as many teeth that can be counted on one hand, crashing through the patio doors on a skateboard at the impressive age of seventy-two! Or young Lil-lets Cushelle, tap-dancing on the table and falling head first into the fish tank! People have the opportunity to express themselves and they damn well will and why shouldn’t they? Celebrity status is considered one of the highest achievements and it gets more and more easier to join its ranks. In fact, people are seeing that so many ‘celebrities’ have no real talent to speak of and so your average ‘selfie-obsessed’, ‘blog-addicted’ Jack or Jill can become an inter-national celebrity between describing the disturbing details and account of their digestive system through to its doubtless and inevitable conclusion! Everything is revealed and the mystery has been removed; the romance consigned to that great dustbin of oblivion!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">To all those beginning the journey, delight in the romance and the mystery for Crowley will still be relevant, perhaps more so, in the course of a hundred-million sunsets and sunrises!
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David Waddell (1849/50-1929) of Randwick, Bathurst (Irish immigrant), fellmonger and wool-scourer of Bathurst New South Wales, Australia. He works in the family firm ‘Waddell Brothers’, wool-scourers of Bathurst and Sydney with his brothers Thomas, John, Robert and James.
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30 September 1876: First child born: <strong>Emmeline Eva Waddell</strong> (1876-1953) Christened on 25 October 1876 at All Saint’s Cathedral, Bathurst. Emmeline married E J Curran on 30 January 1899 and they went to live in Kansas City, United States.
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11 September 1878: A second child named <strong>Minerva MacRie Waddell</strong> is born and Christened on 20 October 1878 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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10 August 1880: Third child <strong>Leila Ida Nerissa Bathurst Waddell</strong> (1880-1932) born and Christened on 3 October 1880 St. Barnabus, Australia.
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26 December 1882: Fourth child <strong>Ivy Minerva Laurie Victoria Waddell</strong> (1882-1894) born and Christened on 14 February 1883 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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24 July 1885: Fifth child <strong>Muriel Ruby Laura Myrtle Adelle Waddell</strong> born and Christened on 7 October 1885 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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4 July 1887: Sixth child <strong>Selwyn Osmond Edgar Reginald David Redfern Waddell</strong> (1887-1966) born and Christened on 27 September 1887 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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1887: Leila begins violin tuition.
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Thursday 14 June 1888: David Waddell, one of the longest serving members of the Bathurst Lodge of the Freemasons became ‘installed’ in a ceremony as a Master elect at the Phoenix Lodge No: 1846 E. C. at Bentinck Street.
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29 October 1889: David Waddell, living at Durham Street became Alderman, elected for North Ward and David attends Borough Council meetings.
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Friday 13 December 1889: Leila is awarded an upper second class for her reading and recitations at the Convent of Mercy High School and receives a prize from the Mayor in the School of Arts Hall. </span><br />
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18 April 1890: Seventh child <strong>Wallace Montgomery Allaway Abernethy Clive Steven James Waddell</strong> (1890-1916) born and Christened on 1 June 1890 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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Tuesday 24 June 1890: David Waddell attends the opening of the new Bathurst Masonic Hall in Keppel Street. A Ball is held with a dinner.
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Thursday 30 October 1890: Leila plays the violin at the Highland Society of New South Wales (Bathurst branch) held at the Masonic Hall.
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Friday 2 October 1891: Eleven year old Leila attends the Cinderella Ball at the Masonic Hall and wears a dress of liberty silk.
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Wednesday 28 October 1891: Leila plays violin solo at the Masonic Hall.
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Monday 7 December 1891: Leila plays a violin solo in aid of the school organ fund at All Saint’s School Room.
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31 December 1891: Leila plays a violin solo during an hour of music performed for Miss Butler at Bathurst Hospital.
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1892: David’s brother Thomas Waddell dies.
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Tuesday 26 January 1892: Leila solos on the violin at the Masonic Hall for the Bathurst Philharmonic Society, sixth Grand Concert.
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26 September 1892: Eighth child <strong>Wellesley Mervyn Stuart Waddell</strong> (1892-1919) born and Christened on 21 December 1892 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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Thursday 1 December 1892: Leila plays violin at a fair in aid of St Stephens Church.
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Tuesday 20 December 1892: Leila plays 2nd violin at All Saint’s College.
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Monday 6 February 1893: David Waddell retires from the family firm ‘Waddell Brothers’ which will continue under that name without him.
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Thursday 28 September 1893: Leila plays 1st violin at St Stephen’s Church for the opening of the New Organ.
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Tuesday 10 October 1893: Thirteen year old Leila appears dressed as a peasant girl at the Swiss Chalet stand of the All Nations Fair held at the skating rink, Keppel Street.
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Wednesday 15 November 1893: Leila plays 1st violin at the Masonic Hall for members of St Stephen’s Church.
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Mon<span style="color: black;">day </span>27 November 1893: Leila plays violin at a tea meeting for William Street Wesleyan Church.
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1 January 1894: Temperance Hall, Wattle Flat concert. Leila plays violin.
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Tuesday 13 February 1894: Vale Church, Vale Road holds a Harvest Moonlight concert for the William Street Wesleyan Choir and Leila plays solo violin.
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Monday 19 March 1894: Leila solos at the School of Arts Hall, all proceeds in aid of the choir fund for S.S. Michael and John’s Cathedral.
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Monday 9 April 1894: Sacred concert at Wesleyan Church in connection with Harvest Thanksgiving. Leila solos ‘Nocturne no 3’ (Burgmuller).
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Thursday 17 May 1894: Leila solos at a concert at the Oddfellow’s Hall.
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Wednesday 30 May 1894: Leila performs two solos at the organ recital, All Saint’s Cathedral.
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Wednesday 15 August 1894: David Waddell appears in court for insolvency and later in the month is declared Bankrupt.
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Tuesday 28 August 1894: Leila plays with the orchestra at the Presbyterian Church.
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Friday 28 September 1894: David Waddell attends a single meeting before the District Registrar and David proved his creditors to be: Bank of New South Wales £2279 10s 10d, Commercial Bank £345 10s and W H Hudson £110 11s 24d.
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<span style="color: black;">Bankrupt deposed: “I have filed a statement of my affairs and two years’ statement; this is correct. The cause of my bankruptcy is that a writ was served against me by W H Hudson, this was in connection with a bond signed by me in connection with the Masonic Hall Company, the debts to the bank are also for the Masonic Hall Co. when I signed the bonds I was signing as a director and not to become personally responsible; before signing the bond I asked Pruen what my position was and he told me afterwards that he had consulted Mr Webb who said I was not personally liable. I did not receive one penny benefit for the debts due to the bank. I owe nothing on my private account. I have never been bankrupt before and can make no offer to the creditors. Hudson was also a director and signed a bond’. David also goes on to say that he owned land at Durham Street with a house on it which he had to sell to his brother for £300 cash. Other land which he owned was sold for £100 and the house he lived in (which is situated next to the house on Durham Street which was sold) was left to him by his father. The furniture in the house he says ‘belonged to my wife’. He goes on to say that he was a ‘saddler at Mr Pauls and then went to work with my brother; this is over twenty years ago. After selling out I went to Queensland to see if I could get into business as my health was not good and I wanted a better climate, could find nothing suitable and returned to Bathurst”.’
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October 1894: The case is heard in the Supreme Court and David Waddell is case number 8708.
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Tuesday 7 November 1894: Leila solos at the tea meeting held at William Street Lecture Hall.
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Tuesday 4 December 1894: An accident occurred in Durham Street, outside the home of the Waddell’s when David and youngest daughter Ivy (12 years old, her 13th birthday in three weeks on Boxing Day) were out horse riding. They were returning around 10 a.m. when not far from the North end of Victoria Park, Ivy’s cream pony threw her off and fell on top of her. Ivy died at home three hours later. The Magisterial Inquiry is held the next day.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 4 January 1895: David’s case is heard at the Bankruptcy Court: ‘I became bankrupt on 15th August, 1894; I filed a two years' statement; as far as I understand it that is correct as far as I was able to make it; this was made from receipts not from books of account; I believe those receipts have been burnt; I am not sure of it; some little time ago when there was some house cleaning going on they were burnt in mistake; the vouchers were kept on a file; I never kept any books of account in my private affairs; I sometimes kept a small memo. book; the payments made out in the statement were made in cash; some might have been paid by cheque; as far as my knowledge extends I was never a member of Waddell Brothers; as far as I understood the partnership I was never at any time a partner; I never at any time received any share of the profits of the Waddell Bros.; I am quite clear about that; the members of that firm were James Waddell; I never was called on to share the losses; I have received money from my brother, but not as profits of the firm; James Waddell was the only member of that firm; I know nothing of my brother's connection with the firm; you might as well ask me who is connected with your business; a portion of the premises on which the work is carried on was once leased from Haigh; my brother leased the place; I had nothing to do with it and never saw the lease; I was engaged by my brother to work at the place; he sometimes gave me one wage, sometimes another; there was no written agreement, and he gave me what he pleased; could not say what they amounted to; first went to work for him a great many years ago; never made any arrangement with him for wages; could not tell what he gave me; sometimes he gave me cheques for £5, £10, sometimes less, sometimes more according to the state of the business; I made no entry of the amounts and have no idea what I received; since 6th February, 1893, I have received about an average of 30s; I was then in bad health and went away for a time: told my brother I would go to work for him again if I felt able and sometimes I worked, sometimes I did not; I look at the notice produced; at the time this advertisement appeared in the paper I might have seen Mr. McPhillamy. The notice read as follows:
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<span style="color: black;">Notice is hereby given that David Waddell, of the firm of Waddell Brothers, of Bathurst, wool scourers, etc., has retired from the partnership, which will be carried on as heretofore in the name of Waddell Brothers by the other members of the firm. Dated at Bathurst this sixth day of February, 1893 David Waddell, WADDELL BROS., per James Waddell. </span><span style="color: black;">Witness: John McPhillamy, Solicitor, Bathurst. This was about the 6th February, 1893, and appeared in the Bathurst Times; I believe I wrote that notice; I published this to let the public know I had no interest in the firm; I am not a lawyer and do not understand technicalities as to the term partnership; do not know in whose name the firm's account is in at the Bank; I have signed cheques; I wanted the public to know that I was not a partner in the firm and therefore put the advertisement in; the public thought I was a member of the firm and I had been spoken to frequently as such; the account was kept in the Bank of New South Wales; I have signed cheques; the business cheques were not always signed by me; I only signed cheques when I was instructed to; my brother told me to do it; my name was left at the bank to sign in my brother's absence or in case of emergency; I have signed cheques in my brother's presence when he has asked me; I signed whenever I had occasion to do so for the interest of the firm; my brother put my name there to assist in the business; could not say when I left my name at the bank; was not requested to go to the bank to leave my signature by Mr. Halloran; I met him in the town one day and he told me that a cheque of the firm was wrong, and he asked me to go and see it; the ledger-keeper said that the general manager had given instructions for all parties dealing with the bank to sign afresh every year; do not know that he said customers were to do this; I then left my signature at the bank in connection with the firm of Waddell Brothers: any one of the three brothers could sign the cheques for the firm; my brother said to me that he wanted me to leave my signature at the bank so that I could sign cheques when required; in my statement I show that on 6th February, 1893, £300 was received from my brother; that money was paid by cheque on the firm's account; I put that cheque in the Joint Stock Bank; I opened an account there; I put more than £300 in at one time: I think it was for more than that, and I can explain if you will let me; I do not think I got a cheque for £300 separately but a cheque which included this amount which was on the cottage; I believe the cheque was for about £700; the sale of the cottage was private; I fixed the price and he wanted it a bit cheaper; I have still continued to occupy the cottage at 8s a week rental; I have paid most of it; never paid him £31 11s in one lump; I paid it sometimes weekly, sometimes fortnightly; cannot say the largest amount I have paid in one lump sum; the amount shown in my statement is £31 10s, was paid over in a period of 18 months; believe I could produce the receipts for these payments; about the 6th February I also sold my brother some land in Morrissett-street for £100; this amount was included in the cheque my brother paid me; my brother also gave me £300 about the same time because I was going away; on February 6 appears an entry £300 as a right to interest in the firm of Waddell Bros.; he had promised that at any time he retired he would give me a share in the business or appoint me as manager; when I was going away I told him that as I had been with him for so many years I thought he should give me something: he then gave me £300 as a gift; the words right to interest in my statement meant any right I might have thought I had to the business; in my statement £50 is shown as wages received from August '92 to February '93; I had received this at different periods during that six months; the amounts might have been paid weekly or fortnightly; there was no agreement as to rate of wages; I gave my wife my wages cheques as I received them, and that represents the £50 shown in my statement; when she went to Sydney in August, 1891, I gave her £50; she went to Sydney with sick children and I gave her the money for expenses; the furniture in my house belonged to my wife; she bought most of this before we were married; I never rented any furniture; I can't explain the item for rent of furniture from August 1893 to May 1894; I cannot do so without thinking the matter out; I might have put the item down as having been paid to my wife as rent of her furniture; I could not say if I have paid the money to my wife and put it down; the thing has gone out of my head; between 6th February 1893 and July 1894 I paid away about £700; in April 1893 I went to Queensland for which I expended £50; with the exception of trips from home I have continued to work with the firm when able to do so; in January, 1894, my children went to Sydney, and I gave them £20 for the trip; on the evening of the 5th February, 1893, saw Mr. Hudson and Mr. Barham; we had some conversation as to the liability of the Masonic Hall' Co. to the bank: do not think I then told them I was agreeable to pay a third of my liability; do not think I ever said I was willing to pay it; do not remember what I said; said nothing about retiring from the firm next day; told them nothing about my private affairs; had claims upon me about this time; it was not on account of these demands that I sold my property to my brother; I sold to please myself; it was after the conversation on 5th February that I retired from the firm; the sale was on the 3rd or 4th February; I sold out to please myself; it would not avoid my responsibility; I had the money in my pocket and if the bank wanted it they could have got it; I did not tell Hudson and Barham I had sold to my brother; I told no one about it; there was no pressure on me when I sold; had received a letter from the Commercial Bank; we met on that occasion to discuss the means of paying off the bank's liability; it was not on account of the liability to the bank, any pressure or threats of pressure that I sold; the bank had asked me to pay my portion, but I had no expectation of being sued; I wanted them to act in another way to pay off; there was a deed prepared and signed conveying the property to my brother; there were six brothers connected with the business; these were in receipt of wages; I expect they received it in the same casual way as I did.’ Mr. McPhillamy: ‘Did you put any money into the business?’ Mr. Thompson objected. Mr. McPhillamy could, under the Act, watch the case on behalf of bankrupt to see that no injustice was done, but he could not introduce fresh matter or cross-examine. The Registrar said Mr. McPhillamy could only ask bankrupt any questions in explanation of his examination in chief. Mr. McPhillamy said he had several other questions to ask but must refrain. </span><br />
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James Waddell deposed : ‘I am the only member of the firm trading under the name of Waddell Bros; there are six brothers, but none of them are interested in the firm; I paid them wages; my brother David has worked for me for about 20 years; he has been paid wages on a fluctuating scale, and he has been treated the same as others employed by me; he and another brother have operated on the banking account during my absence from home or when sick; if I am too lazy to sign cheques I let my brother do it; sometimes I am over-run with business, and when that is so either of my brothers sign for me, even when I am at home; I need assistance in this way; in February, 1893, I bought land and property from David; I did this as a speculation; I knew nothing about his private affairs; he reckoned that he was going to leave and he did leave and go to Sydney; he has been ill for three years on and off ; when he wanted to sell I purchased; named a price and he agreed to it; on the same date is an entry of the sale of his interest in the firm; on account of his attention to my interest I had promised to give him the business when I retired, but as he now proposed, because of ill health, to go away I gave him £300; it is to that the item referred; I signed the advertisement which appeared in the Times; do not remember reading that notice before signing it; there has never been a partnership between us and I do not know how the word partnership appears in it; Mr. McPhillamy witnessed my signature; cannot say that I saw it in the paper; I sometimes did not pay David for a month or three weeks; after I bought the house he went to Sydney with his wife and family; the furniture was left there and I rented the place; they lived in Sydney in a house of my brother's; when he came back he took the house again and since then has paid his rent regularly; I did not bother about David's reason for selling, it was no business of mine; I deal with thousands of people and never enquire for reasons; David has been so ill that he has been compelled to leave work altogether; a portion of our premises were leased from Mr. Haigh; David's name was in the lease; saw Mr. Haigh about it and he said it did not matter so long as my lease was in it and I paid the rent; the parties were so intimate with us that they put any name in the lease; after the advertisement was inserted I handed a letter to the banker saying that David would not operate any longer on the account; do not know if David wrote the letter or the solicitor; it was necessary to give this notice to the bank because I had nothing more to do with him after I found out about the Masonic Hall company; the first I knew about this was when Mr. Hudson called on me about it; I paid David about £700 by cheque in February; I have two accounts in the bank; one is a rent account, and I do not mix it up with my business account; the letter produced bears my signature.’ Mr. Thompson read the letter, which was to the Bank, stating that David Waddell had retired from the firm of Waddell Bros. Witness: ‘The reason the letter was written was because he had authority to write cheques, and now he had retired and left me he had no power; he was never a member of the firm, and could not retire, but he left me and was going away; the letter is signed by David Waddell and James Waddell.’ To Mr. McPhillamy: ‘Mr. Halloran was then manager of the bank and suggested that such a letter should be sent in.’ To Mr. Thompson: ‘I kept no accounts in my books with David Waddell; the books show no payments to him; I make no entry of the men's wages; I pay everything by cheque; keep no record of engaging men or discharging them; I pay them regularly every Saturday night by cheque; the butt of the cheque shows the amount; I pay all my men regularly every week except my brother who was sometimes absent; he sometimes drew the wages cheque.’ To the Registrar: ‘I never kept a partnership account, but if I had luck in business I would make them presents: David has been there so long and in delicate health with a large family; I promised him the business; he never put a penny piece into the business; there was never a division of profits; not one of my five brothers have paid a shilling into the business; the business started with £80; I bumped my swag over the mountains and as my brothers came to me I employed them; do not remember having told anyone that my brothers have been working together as partners but we never have had the scrape of a pen; some brothers cannot agree but fall out and fight; we have always agreed together.’ John M. Fegan, manager of the New South Wales Bank, deposed that the letter produced was the property of the Bank, and he had been subpoenaed to produce it in this case; David Waddell's operations on the account were stopped on account of this letter. The examination was then closed.
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Saturday 26 January 1895: Leila plays at the Wesleyan Church Harvest Festival with the William Street Wesleyan Choir, at Cowra.
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1 May 1895: Ninth child <strong>Beaufort Errington Havelock Waddell</strong> (1895-1951) born and Christened on 29 June 1895 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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Thursday 30 May 1895: Leila solos ‘Benedictus’ (Mackenzie) at the organ recital All Saint’s Cathedral.
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Thursday 25 July 1895: Leila solos at the School of Arts Hall.
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Tuesday 13 August 1895: Leila solos at the Masonic Hall.
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20 September 1895: Leila attends the Trinity College Instrumental Music Examination. Her results are listed in the intermediate section (honours list): Leila Waddell, violin 85 marks, teacher Mr W G Smith.
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Thursday 26 September 1895: Leila plays with the Bathurst Orchestral Society for St Stephen’s Church held at the Masonic Hall.
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Wednesday 30 October 1895: Leila plays with the orchestra at the School of Arts Hall to mark the end of the scholastic year.
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Tuesday 3 December 1895: Leila and her cousin Edith (on piano) perform at the concert held at Trinity Church, Kelso.
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Friday 13 December 1895: Leila’s results for the instrumental music exam (taken either 20 or 28 September) are published in the Bathurst Free Press: Intermediate section (honours list) L. Waddell violin teacher: W G Smith 85 marks.
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Monday 16 December 1895: Leila plays at the Town Hall which distributes prizes and certificates for the recent music results.
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Tuesday 17 December 1895: Distribution Day at the Convent of Mercy High School. Prizes are given out at the School of Arts Hall. Later in the evening Leila plays at the Masonic Hall.
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Thursday 19 December 1895: ‘The Reward of Merit – we were this morning shown a gold medal of chaste design of which Miss Leila Waddell has been the recipient. The young lady receives it at the hands of her teacher, Mr W G Smith, for the highest pass for practical work (violin) in the late Trinity College examinations. It is in the shape of a maltese cross, and is nicely engraved, having on one side the recipients’ name and on the other the words – “Trinity College, London. For the highest pass – 85 – gained with honours. 1895” [Bathurst Free Press]
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Wednesday 25 December 1895: Leila plays with the choir and orchestra at S.S. Michael and John’s Cathedral. Later that night she solos at the organ recital held at St Stephen’s Church.
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Sunday 5 January 1896: Fifteen year old Leila plays at the Australian Hall in aid of St Joseph’s Church – ‘Miss Leila Waddell made a great impression by her really clever manipulation of the violin; while the dancing of her two sisters, Miss Elsie and Esther Waddell, also evoked ranch praise from the quarter.’ [National Advocate. Bathurst. Mon 6 Jan 1896]
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Sunday 23 February 1896: Leila plays violin for the Harvest Festival at the William Street Wesleyan Church.
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Monday 16 March 1896: Leila plays violin for the Harvest Thanksgiving at St Stephen’s Church.</span><br />
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Sunday 22 March 1896: Leila plays violin at the last sermon of Rev. C E James at the William Street Wesleyan Church.
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Monday 20 April 1896: Leila plays violin in the orchestra at the Picnic Race Club Ball held at the School of Arts Hall.
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Thursday 14 May 1896: Leila plays violin with her cousin Edith at the Masonic Hall where a ‘Lantern Lecture’ on ‘Drawing Room Entertainment’ by Rev. W G Taylor, President of the Wesleyan Conference is given.
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Monday 18 May 1896: a concert by the pupils of Messers W G Smith and Walter Naylor at the School of Arts Hall. Leila plays violin and her sister Emmeline plays the piano.
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Thursday 26 June 1896: St Barnabas Church, Milltown, South Bathurst hold a tea and entertainment meeting at the Masonic Hall where Leila plays solo violin.
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Tuesday 7 July 1896: The St Stephen’s Literary and Debating Society perform Dickens’ ‘Breach of Promise Trial’ (Bardwell v Pickwick) at the Masonic Hall where Leila plays a violin duet with Miss Eva Mary Pedrotta.
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Wednesday 29 July 1896: The Bathurst Orchestral Society performs at the Kelso Reading Room. Leila and cousin Edith perform violin solos.
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Monday 14 September 1896: The Bathurst Free Press print the exam results in musical knowledge for Trinity College, London, Bathurst Local Centre (held in Bathurst in connection with Trinity College, London) –
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Convent of Mercy High School, Bathurst.
Leila Waddell…98 out of 100.
Edith Waddell…96 out of 100.
Emmeline Waddell…93 out of 100.
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Edith Waddell…82 out of 100.
Leila Waddell…72 out of 100.
Emmeline Waddell…70 out of 100.
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Tuesday 13 October 1896: Leila plays violin solo at the annual tea public meeting in connection with the Diocesan Festival at the Masonic Hall.
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Wednesday 21 October 1896: Leila plays violin at the School of Arts Hall, Convent School, Bathurst.</span><br />
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Tuesday 1 December 1896: At the School of Arts Hall Leila performs a duet with Miss Pedrotta and Edith Waddell performs a violin solo.
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Tuesday 8 December 1896: Leila attends the annual entertainment by students of St Stanislau’s College, prior to the Christmas vacation and most likely played violin.
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Thursday 17 December 1896: Leila performs a violin duet with Miss Pedrotta at the annual exhibition and distribution of prizes at the Convent of Mercy High School.
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Sunday 27 December 1896: Leila performs a violin duet with Miss Pedrotta at an organ recital at St Stephen’s Church.
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A picture is emerging of the young, talented violinist with a passion for her instrument and the town of Bathurst is becoming increasing proud of Leila. She continues to perform solos and duets throughout 1897 at the School of Arts Hall, the William Street Wesleyan Church, the Masonic Hall and the SS Michael and John’s Cathedral. Notable moments are:
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Wednesday 18 August 1897: Leila plays a solo at Ashfield Hall in aid of the fund for the ‘Consumptives Hospital’ and she receives a bouquet of flowers.
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Thursday 19 August 1897: Tenth child <strong>Marie Enid Thelma Waddell</strong> (1897-1974) born and Christened on 29 June 1898 at All Saint’s Cathedral.
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Saturday 18 September 1897: The results are published for the Trinity College, music examinations Leila attended in June. Leila achieves 82 marks in the honours list (intermediate division) and in the pass list (intermediate division) she gets 92 marks.
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Monday 5 December 1898: The results for the Sydney College of Music annual examination are given and in the senior honours list Leila receives 81 marks.
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Monday 30 January 1899: Leila’s sister Emmeline Eva Waddell marries Edward J Curran who becomes a Doctor, at Saints John and Michael Cathedral. Eighteen year old Leila is one of the three bridesmaids.
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17 August 1901: Eleventh child <strong>Beaupre Una Doris Waddell</strong> (1901-1951) born and Christened on 9 July 1902 at All Saint’s Cathedral. She married W A Robinson in September 1924.
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February 1903: Leila gives lessons in the violin at ‘Pleyel’s’, 325 George Street, Bathurst.
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1904: Leila resumes her teaching lessons on her return from Tasmania. </span><br />
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April 1905: Leila continues to give lessons at ‘Pleyel’s’, 325 George Street.
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Wednesday 21 November 1906: A complementary concert for Leila at the YMCA Hall is held. Leila solos. </span><br />
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‘CONCERT TO MISS LEILA WADDELL. </span></div>
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Mr. H. N. Southwell presided at a meeting held at Paling's Concert Salon yesterday afternoon, at which he explained that the many friends and admirers of Miss Leila Waddell wished to organise a concert in her honour, in recognition of her brilliant talents as a violinist, her high personal character and her frequent services in the cause of charity. The meeting appearing unanimous upon the subject, informal discussion led to various suggestions by Mrs. Boesen and Messrs. Hazon, Staell, Vollmar, Mason and Boyle. The result was a decision to give the concert at the Y.M.C.A. Hall on Wednesday, November 21. A committee was then formed from amongst those present, which included Judge Heydon, Signor Hazon, the City Organist, M. Staell, Herr Vollmar, Mr. Boyle, Mrs. Boesen, Mrs. Curtis, Mrs. Birch, Miss Agnew, Miss Doris Barnett, and Mr H. N. Southwell. Much enthusiasm was shown in Miss Waddell's interests, and there can be no doubt that the esteemed artist will be heartily supported by the great body of con-cert goers.’ [Saturday 20 October 1906 Sydney Morning Herald]</span><br />
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Saturday 1 December 1906: Leila sails on the ‘Wimmera’ for Wellington.
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Wednesday 5 December 1906: Leila arrives at the port of Wellington and she joins the Brescians as violin soloist at New Plymouth. She performs with West’s Pictures and the Brescians throughout 1907 and until the end of September 1908, travelling across the Australian states with the performances.
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One incident worth noting occurred on either 27 or 28 June 1907 when she was robbed of 20 sovereigns and a shoe!
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<span style="color: black;">‘ROBBING AN ACTRESS.—Miss Leila Waddell, a member of the West Brescians Company, has complained to the Seymour police of the loss of 20 sovereigns and a lady's patent leather shoe either on the 27th or 28th ult. Miss Waddell states that she had the money in a steel purse, which she carried on a steel chain satchell on her arm, in which she also had 18/6 in silver and two cheques. She placed the satchell under the mat- tress of a spare bed in the room she slept in, and at 11.20 p.m. on the 27th ult. she left the room for ten minutes. Next morning she took the satchel, but did not miss the money. At 1 p.m. on the 28th she placed the satchel under the mattress again, and went to lunch, and an hour afterwards she went for a walk. On returning she opened the satchel, and the money was gone, the purse having been taken, but the 18/6 and cheques were left in the satchel.’ [Tuesday 2 July 1907. Benella Standard]
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Monday 21 December 1908: Leila plays violin in the orchestra for ‘A Waltz Dream’ which opens at the Kings Theatre, Glasgow and the first matinee is on Saturday 26 December 1908.
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18-30 January 1909: ‘A Waltz Dream’ at the Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh.
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Tue 2 February 1909: ‘A Waltz Dream’ at the Prince’s Theatre, Manchester.
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17 March 1909: ‘A Waltz Dream’ plays Newcastle on Tyne.
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June-July 1909: ‘A Waltz Dream’ at Shaftsbury Hall, Bournemouth.
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11-16 October 1909: ‘A Waltz Dream’ at the Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh.
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December 1909: ‘A Waltz Dream’ completes a six month tour and Leila has been in England (and Scotland) for over a year.
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1 April 1910: Leila is admitted into the A∴A∴ as a probationer. Leila (Soror Agatha) later becomes 4°=7□ and Grand Secretary General IX° OTO in 1913.
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9 May 1910: Leila takes part in the Evocation of Bartzabel, the spirit of Mars with Aleister Crowley at Rempstone in Dorset, the home of Commander Marston.
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Tuesday 23 August 1910: Leila takes part in the Rite of Artemis at Crowley’s Victoria Street flat in London, which is also the headquarters for ‘The Equinox’.</span><br />
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Wednesday 19 October 1910, 9 p.m.: Leila performs in The Rites of Eleusis at London’s Caxton Hall. The Rite of Saturn.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 26 October 1910, 9 p.m.: The Rite of Jupiter.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2 November 1910, 9 p.m.: The Rite of Mars.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 9 November 1910, 9 p.m.: The Rite of Sol.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16 November 1910, 9 p.m.: The Rite of Venus.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23 November 1910, 9 p.m.: The Rite of Mercury.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30 November 1910, 9 p.m.: The Rite of Luna.
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17 January 1911: Leila is engaged by Mr George Edwardes as leader of the Ladies’ Orchestra to perform ‘The Waltz Dream’ at Daly’s Theatre, Leicester Square, London.
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30 March 1912: Leila arrives in New York from Liverpool on board the Mauretania to perform in the orchestra for a musical comedy ‘Two Little Brides’ at the Casino Theatre and the Lyric Theatre for 63 performances from 23 April-15 June 1912. She had intended to book on the Titanic which sank on 14-15 April 1912.
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Monday 5 May 1913: Leila plays with six other violinists as the Ragged Ragtime Girls under the management of Aleister Crowley at the Empire Theatre, Sunderland, twice-nightly until Saturday 10 May 1913.
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Monday 12 May 1913: The Ragged Ragtime Girls play at the Grand Theatre, Derby, twice-nightly until Saturday 17 May 1913.
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Monday 23 June 1913: The Ragged Ragtime Girls play at the Tivoli Theatre, Hull, twice-nightly until Saturday 28 June 1913.
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7 July 1913: The Ragged Ragtime Girls leave for Moscow where they perform for six weeks at the Aquarium and return late August.
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Monday 1 September 1913: The Ragged Ragtime Girls play at the Alhambra Theatre, Glasgow, twice-nightly until Saturday 6 September 1913.
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13 February 1915: Leila left Liverpool on the Lusitania bound for New York. She arrives on 20 February.
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3-4 July 1915: Leila is with Aleister Crowley in the United States. At the Statue of Liberty Crowley is seen to tear up his ‘passport’ and Leila plays ‘the wearing of the green’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I thought I would do something more public. I wrote a long parody on the Declaration of Independence and applied it to Ireland.
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<span style="color: black;">I invited a young lady violinist who has some Irish blood in her, behind the more evident stigmata of the ornithorhyncus and the wombat. Adding to our number about four other debauched persons on the verge of delirium tremens, we went out in a motor boat before dawn on the third of July to the rejected statue of Commerce for the Suez Canal, which Americans fondly suppose to be Liberty Enlightening The World.
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<span style="color: black;">There I read my Declaration of Independence. I threw an old envelope into the bay, pretending that it was my British passport. We hoisted the Irish flag. The violinist played the "Wearing of the Green". The crews of the interned German ships cheered us all the way up the Hudson, probably because they estimated the degree of our intoxication with scientific precision. Finally, we went to Jack's for breakfast, and home to sleep it off.’ [‘Confessions’. Chapter 76]
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2 August 1916: Leila attends the funeral of her brother Wallace Waddell at the Church of England Cemetery, Bathurst. Her parents are living at 64 Stewart Street and also in attendance are Leila’s sisters Thelma and Beaupre, and her brothers Selwyn, Wellesley and Lieutenant Beaufort Waddell.
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Tuesday 17 October 1916: An Action for Rent is brought against David Waddell by Alice Luckhurst (widow) to recover rent from their address at 185 and 187 Howick Street, Bathurst.
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Wednesday 25 June 1919: Leila’s brother Wellesley Waddell dies. He is staying at the Rectory in Grenfell as a guest of the Rev and Mrs H H Prichard with Wellesley’s sister Beaupre Waddell. Beaupre became unwell and Wellesley nursed her back to health, but befell the same illness himself, pneumonic influenza, which had plagued the area and he died 24 hours later in hospital. He was 25 years old. Wellesley sang tenor and was a member of the All Saint’s Cathedral Choir. Beaupre played the violin and they were scheduled to perform together in the Royal Hall on Tuesday 1 July 1919 in aid of the Parish Hall Fund. His brother Lieutenant Beaufort returned home for the funeral from fighting at the front. He was buried the same day due to the influenza epidemic.
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October 1923: ‘Two Anzacs Meet in London’ by Leila Waddell, about her meeting with the writer Katherine Mansfield, is published in ‘Shadowland: Expressing the Arts’.
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10 April 1924: Leila sails from Vancouver on the ‘Niagara’.
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Tuesday 27 May 1924: Leila arrives in Sydney on board the ‘Sonoma’.
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September 1924: Leila’s sister Beaupre Waddell marries William Robinson at St Andrew’s Cathedral, Sydney. Leila, her mother and sister Thelma attend and also attend the wedding reception at the ‘Wentworth Hotel’, Sydney.
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Saturday 1 November 1924: Leila makes her first appearance in the Nellie Leach-Leila Waddell Trio (with Alfred Lawrance) at the Haymarket Theatre, George Street.
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Wednesday 5 November 1924: The Trio play the Haymarket.
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Monday 10 November 1924: The Trio play the Haymarket.
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Monday 17 November 1924: The Trio play at the Tivoli Theatre and also play on: Tue18, Wed 19, Thur 20, Fri 21, Sat 22, Mon 24, Tue 25, Wed 26, Thur 27, Fri 28, and Sat 29.
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Wednesday 19 November 1924: The Trio play to 60 guests at the ‘Lennons Hotel’ for the Deputy Mayoress (Mrs T Wilson).
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3 April 1925: Leila arrives in Vancouver from Sydney on board the ‘Aorangi’.
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5 May 1925: Leila arrives in Southampton from New York on board the ‘Aquitania’.
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29 October 1926: Leila arrives in London from Sydney on board ‘Jervis Bay’.
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January 1927: Leila travels from London to Paris and on to Nice. In March she is holidaying at St. Raphael and in November she is staying at Monte Carlo. She returns to Sydney on the ‘Suevic’ and she arrives in Sydney on Saturday 17 December 1927.
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Wednesday 14 August 1929: Death of Mr David Waddell of St Aubyn, Waverley Street, Randwick, formerly of Bathurst. He died at a private Hospital in Randwick. He was 79 years old. The funeral takes place the following day at St Michaels Church, Vaucluse. He is buried at South Head Cemetery.</span><br />
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Wednesday 14 September 1932: Leila Waddell dies aged 52 of uterine cancer. She is buried in Sydney, Australia.
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OBITUARY
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<span style="color: black;">The death occurred yesterday of Miss Leila Ida Bathurst Waddell, the Sydney violinist who achieved considerable fame abroad. She was the daughter of Mr. David Waddell of Bathurst and Randwick and Mrs Waddell of Bellevue Hill. A pupil of Mr. Henry Stael, Miss Waddell became a teacher of the violin at the Presbyterian Ladies College, Croydon and Ascham and Kambala Schools. She made her public debut at the organ recitals of the then city organist Mr. Arthur Mason and joined as a soloist. The Brescians, a party from Europe, who appeared in peasant festival costumes in association with J.T. West’s early cinematograph shows. Mr. West introduced her to London and she achieved success as the leader of the Gipsy Band in “The Waltz Dream” at Daly’s Theatre. As The Ragtime Gipsy, Miss Waddell won fame in Vaudeville throughout England. She toured Europe with a party which she formed of six girl violinists with a talent for stately dancing and also with trios and quartets. Miss Waddell next visited the United States and stayed there for many years. She studied under the great teachers including Leopold Auer. She travelled across the country appearing in all the great cities. She returned to Sydney a few years ago after a long absence. She had since been a member of JC Williamson Ltd. Orchestras at Her Majesty’s and the Criterion and was also engaged for the Conservatorium and Philharmonic Societies Orchestras. Despite a recent serious illness she retained her position as teacher of the violin at the Convent School of the Sacred Heart, Elizabeth Bay. Besides possessing an excellent technique, Miss Waddell’s style as a violinist was particularly marked by charm and refinement. [The Sydney Herald. Wednesday 14 September 1932]
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20 April 1940: Mary Gertrude Waddell, aged 82 dies at her home in St Leonards, wife of the late David Waddell and beloved mother of Ethel, Muriel, Leila, Ivy, Wallace, Wellesley (all deceased), Emmeline (Mrs E J Curran, Kansas City, America), Selwyn, Beaufort, Thelma, Beaupre (Mrs W A Robinson, Grenfell). She is buried two days later on 22 April at South Head Cemetery.</span><span style="color: black;">
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SUB FIGURA XXX
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0. Learn first — Oh thou who aspirest unto our ancient Order! — that Equilibrium is the basis of the Work. If thou thyself hast not a sure foundation, whereon wilt thou stand to direct the forces of Nature? </span><br />
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1. Know then, that as man is born into this world amidst the Darkness of Matter, and the strife of contending forces; so must his first endeavour be to seek the Light through their reconciliation. </span><br />
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2. Thou then, who hast trials and troubles, rejoice because of them, for in them is Strength, and by their means is a pathway opened unto that Light. </span><br />
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3. How should it be otherwise, O man, whose life is but a day in Eternity, a drop in the Ocean of time; how, were thy trials not many, couldst thou purge thy soul from the dross of earth?
Is it but now that the Higher Life is beset with dangers and difficulties; hath it not ever been so with the Sages and Hierophants of the past? They have been persecuted and reviled, they have been tormented of men; yet through this also has their Glory increased. </span><br />
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4. Rejoice therefore, O Initiate, for the greater thy trial the greater thy Triumph. When men shall revile thee, and speak against thee falsely, hath not the Master said, “Blessed art thou!”? </span><br />
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5. Yet, oh aspirant, let thy victories bring thee not Vanity, for with increase of Knowledge should come increase of Wisdom. He who knoweth little, thinketh he knoweth much; but he who knoweth much hath learned his own ignorance. Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? There is more hope of a fool, than of him. </span><br />
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6. Be not hasty to condemn others; how knowest thou that in their place, thou couldest have resisted the temptation? And even were it so, why shouldst thou despise one who is weaker than thyself? </span><br />
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7. Thou therefore who desirest Magical Gifts, be sure that thy soul is firm and steadfast; for it is by flattering thy weaknesses that the Weak Ones will gain power over thee. Humble thyself before thy Self, yet fear neither man not spirit. Fear is failure, and the forerunner of failure: and courage is the beginning of virtue. </span><br />
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8. Therefore fear not the Spirits, but be firm and courteous with them; for thou hast no right to despise or revile them; and this too may lead thee astray. Command and banish them, curse them by the Great Names if need be; but neither mock nor revile them, for so assuredly wilt thou be lead into error. </span><br />
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9. A man is what he maketh himself within the limits fixed by his inherited destiny; he is a part of mankind; his actions affect not only what he calleth himself, but also the whole universe. </span><br />
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10. Worship and neglect not, the physical body which is thy temporary connection with the outer and material world. Therefore let thy mental Equilibrium be above disturbance by material events; strengthen and control the animal passions, discipline the emotions and the reason, nourish the Higher Aspirations. </span><br />
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11. Do good unto others for its own sake, not for reward, not for gratitude from them, not for sympathy. If thou art generous, thou wilt not long for thine ears to be tickled by expressions of gratitude. </span><br />
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12. Remember that unbalanced force is evil; that unbalanced severity is but cruelty and oppression; but that also unbalanced mercy is but weakness which would allow and abet Evil. Act passionately; think rationally; be Thyself. </span><br />
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13. True ritual is as much action as word; it is Will. </span><br />
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14. Remember that this earth is but an atom in the universe, and that thou thyself art but an atom thereon, and that even couldst thou become the God of this earth whereon thou crawlest and grovellest, that thou wouldest, even then, be but an atom, and one amongst many. </span><br />
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15. Nevertheless have the greatest self-respect, and to that end sin not against thyself. The sin which is unpardonable is knowingly and wilfully to reject truth, to fear knowledge lest that knowledge pander not to thy prejudices. </span><br />
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16. To obtain Magical Power, learn to control thought; admit only those ideas that are in harmony with the end desired, and not every stray and contradictory Idea that presents itself. </span><br />
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17. Fixed thought is a means to an end. Therefore pay attention to the power of silent thought and meditation. The material act is but the outward expression of thy thought, and therefore hath it been said that “the thought of foolishness is sin.” Thought is the commencement of action, and if a chance thought can produce much effect, what cannot fixed thought do? </span><br />
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18. Therefore, as hath already been said, Establish thyself firmly in the equilibrium of forces, in the centre of the Cross of the Elements, that Cross from whose centre the Creative Word issued in the birth of the Dawning Universe. </span><br />
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19. Be thou therefore prompt and active as the Sylphs, but avoid frivolity and caprice; be energetic and strong like the Salamanders, but avoid irritability and ferocity; be flexible and attentive to images like the Undines, but avoid idleness and changeability; be laborious and patient like the Gnomes, but avoid grossness and avarice. </span><br />
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20. So shalt thou gradually develop the powers of thy soul, and fit thyself to command the Spirits of the elements. For wert thou to summon the Gnomes to pander to thine avarice, thou wouldst no longer command them, but they would command thee. Wouldst thou abuse the pure beings of the woods and mountains to fill thy coffers and satisfy thy hunger of Gold? Wouldst thou debase the Spirits of Living Fire to serve thy wrath and hatred? Wouldst thou violate the purity of the Souls of the Waters to pander to thy lust of debauchery? Wouldst thou force the Spirits of the Evening Breeze to minister to thy folly and caprice? Know that with such desires thou canst but attract the Weak, not the Strong, and in that case the Weak will have power over thee. </span><br />
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21. In true religion there is no sect, therefore take heed that thou blaspheme not the name by which another knoweth his God; for if thou do this thing in Jupiter thou wilt blaspheme יהוה and in Osiris יהשוה. Ask and ye shall have! Seek, and ye shall find! Knock, and it shall be opened unto you! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">ALEISTER CROWLEY AND THE PREPARATIONS FOR THE SACRED MAGIC OF ABRAMELIN AND THE DOWNFALL OF THE SECOND ORDER OF THE GOLDEN DAWN</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">BY BARRY VAN-ASTEN</span>
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Aleister Crowley had purchased Boleskine House on the shore of Loch Ness, Scotland in the autumn of 1899 purely for the sole purpose of performing the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage [see the Voice of Fire, volume I, number III for a history of the house]. It has been a year since his initiation as a Neophyte into the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn [18 November 1898] and since that time he has attained the magical grades of Zelator [December 1898], Theoricus [January 1899], Practicus [February 1899] and Philosophus [May 1899]. He read The Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage (published by J. M. Watkins and translated by S. L. MacGregor Mathers in 1898) during October 1898 and it became a constant intention for Crowley to perform the six month long ceremony and achieve the Knowledge and Conversation of his Holy Guardian Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley’s diary for the period was written as an account of his daily progress with the Abramelin Ritual and he called this book: ‘The Book of the Operation of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage, being the account of the events of my life, with notes on the Operation by Perdurabo, an humble Aspirant thereto’. It is a fascinating account, if somewhat disordered, yet it is a remarkable and important document concerning this important period in the young magicians life and development and it would be a wonder to see it properly dated and annotated and in print! Towards the end of the diary Crowley concerns himself with the revolt within the Second Order of the Golden Dawn or to give it its proper name the R. R. et A. C. [Rosa Rubea et Aurea Crucis]. Let us now turn to this remarkable document:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Shortly after my Great Trouble, (1) Laura (2) warns me that I am in danger from the police. This [message] from astral; but she received an anonymous letter before coming here warning her that I “was about to be in trouble” (and therefore she had better not be mixed up in it).’ This occurred towards the end of 1899, probably November; about the time Crowley was purchasing Boleskine House and thinking of moving in to his new home.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 11 January 1900: Crowley ‘went to town and saw I.A.’ [Allan Bennett] who was ‘very ill’. He then called on Evelyn Hall (3) who was out so Crowley left a note giving his address at the Hotel Cecil in the Strand. Crowley accidentally meets Evelyn Hall by U.C.L. [University College London] She reaffirms her statements: but her description of the “college chum” is absurd and her whole attitude ridiculous. She knows one fact only – the name Crowley at Cambridge.’
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 13 January 1900: Crowley visits Frater Volo Noscere [George Cecil Jones] ‘over Sunday and Monday saw I.A. [Allan Bennett] till 7 o’clock’.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 15 January 1900: At the Hotel Cecil at 7 p.m. Crowley receives two letters from Evelyn Hall. These say: ‘you (and all your friends at 67 [Chancery Lane]) are watched by the police. This is connected with “the brother of a college chum” but no doubt can be entertained of the meaning of the hints. I caught the night boat to Paris, as I had originally intended.’ (4) We can only speculate as to why the police would be watching Crowley and his friends at Chancery Lane and the most likely reason is that there were rumours of homosexual encounters taking place probably circulated as an act of revenge upon Crowley. </span><br />
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Tuesday 16 January 1900: In Paris Crowley visits Mathers who initiated him into the grade of Adeptus Minor 5°=6□ and Crowley takes the magical name ‘Christeos Luciftias’ [enochian: ‘Let there be light’]: ‘I am admitted to the Glory of Tiphareth [the Second Order]. During this week I asked S.R. [Mathers] to judge the astrological figure of the time of reading the aforesaid letters [received from Evelyn Hall]. He says: the news is true but you (Saturn on the cusp of Capricorn) are very strong and the end of the matter is good. He advises me to avoid London. I may be in Cambridge only for a few days. By the Godselim symbol I invoke the great Names of God the Vast One, and reach town safely.’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I. A. [Allan Bennett] and O. E. [Oscar Eckenstein] jeer at my alarms: for knowing already how Aweful [sic] are the forces leagued against me, I am not surprised at these troubles: neither do I fear them, yet to find me might spoil my plans. On regaining the thorny bosom of Alma Mater, (5) I meet Fra. Gnothi Seauton. (6) He goes much further: but is even more mysterious than Evelyn Hall. He says: yes, you are “wanted” though he thinks [two words deleted]: and adds: “The danger is most pressing just before Easter.” (Humphreys [sic] is certainly at this time manoeuvring to get me out of the way). I wrote to V. N. [G. C. Jones] asking his help. He thinks I am mad or obsessed! I use the Moon pentacle in the Key of Solomon and reach Boleskine in safety Feb. 7.’ (7)
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 16 February 1900: Mathers writes a letter to S. S. D. D. [Florence Farr] which ignites further furore within the Second Order:
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<em>‘N.B.- Read this letter carefully before showing any part of it to anyone!</em>
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16 February 1900
C. et V. H. Soror S. S. D. D.
My time is just now so enormously occupied with the arrangements for the Buildings and Decorations of the Egyptian Temple of Isis in Paris, as well as other matters, that I <em>must</em> write as briefly as possible.
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<span style="color: black;">(a) I have never wished to interfere in your private affairs, but if you choose to bring mine into a discussion in a Second Order Meeting, the matter concerns me as well as yourself.
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<span style="color: black;">(b) As you did not date your letter to me, and as I received it on the 13th January, 1900, it was difficult for me to conceive that it had been written <em>after</em> instead of before the meeting on the twelfth. I possess a copy of the minutes of that meeting.
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<span style="color: black;">(c) <em>I refuse definitely</em> to close Isis-Urania Temple, and am prepared to receive the resignations from their offices of those chiefs who no longer wish to serve as such. I can understand in your case, that in addition to your somewhat heavy work in the Second Order, holding office in Isis has been an additional load.
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<span style="color: black;">(d) Now, with regard to the Second Order, it would be with the <em>very greatest regret</em> both from my personal regard for you, as well as from the occult standpoint that I should receive your Resignation as my Representative in the Second Order in London; but I cannot let you form a combination to make a schism therein with the idea of working secretly or avowedly under ‘Sapere Aude’ [Westcott], under the mistaken impression that he received an Epitome of Second Order work from G. H. Soror ‘Sapiens Dominabitur Astris’ [Fraulein Sprengel]. For this forces me to tell you plainly (and, understand me well, I can prove to the hilt every word which I here say and more, and were I confronted with S. A., [Westcott] I should say the same), though for the sake of the Order, and for the circumstance that it would mean so deadly a blow to S. S.’s reputation, I entreat you to keep this secret from the <em>Order</em>, for the present, at least, though you are at perfect liberty to show <em>him</em> this if you think fit, <em>after mature consideration.</em>
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<span style="color: black;">(e) He has NEVER been <em>at any time</em> either in personal or in written communication with the Secret Chiefs of the Order, he having <em>either himself forged or procured to be forged</em> the professed correspondence between him and them, and my tongue having been tied all these years by a previous Oath of Secrecy to him, demanded by him, from me, before showing me what he had either done or caused to be done or both. – You must comprehend from what little I say here, the <em>extreme</em> gravity of such a matter, and again I ask you, both for his sake and that of the Order, not to force me to go farther into the subject.
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<span style="color: black;">I again reiterate that every atom of the knowledge of the Order has come <em>through me alone</em> from 0-0 to 5-6 inclusive, and that it is I alone who have been and am in communication with the Secret Chiefs of the Order.
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<span style="color: black;">I may further remark that ‘Sapiens Dominabitur Astris’ [Mrs Horos who deceived Mathers into believing her to be S. D. A.] is now in Paris and aiding me with the Isis movement.
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<span style="color: black;">Lastly, I again ask you to consider well this letter, and not to put me in such a position that I shall be compelled to act publicly.
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<span style="color: black;">Yours in fraternity and sincerity,
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<span style="color: black;">Deo Duce Comite Ferro 7°=4□
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<span style="color: black;">Chief of the Second Order.’ </span><br />
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Florence Farr did indeed show the letter to other members of the Second Order and a meeting took place on 3 March to decide what should be done. At the meeting was: Florence Farr, W. B. Yeats, George Cecil Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, M. W. Blackden and P. W. Bullock.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 21 February 1900: ‘the frost preventing my temple being completed, I did invoke the Angels’ Crowley writes in his Magical Diary, and he continues: ‘Therefore did Tetragrammaton cause a great wind to arise, and a most vehement rain and tempest, that the green earth did appear from under the Snows. Whereat I did rejoice greatly and cease not day and night unto this hour in blessing and praising His holy Name, who hath not permitted the Wicked Demon to have advantage and dominion over and against the least of His servants.’ </span><br />
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Saturday 24 February 1900: Crowley begins to write an account of events from ‘Nov. ’99 to date.’ He also begins the preparations for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage, making his ‘Oath of the Beginning’:
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‘I, Perdurabo, Frater Ordinis Rosae Rubeae et Aureae Crucis, a Lord of the Paths in the Portal of the Vault of the Adepts, a 5°=6□ of the Order of the Golden Dawn; and an humble servant of the Christ of God; do this day spiritually bind myself anew:
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<span style="color: black;">By the Sword of Vengeance:
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<span style="color: black;">By the Powers of the Elements:
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<span style="color: black;">By the Cross of Suffering:
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<span style="color: black;">That I will devote myself to the Great Work: the obtaining of Communion with my own Higher and Divine Genius (called the Guardian Angel) by means of the prescribed course; and that I will use my Power so obtained unto the Redemption of the Universe.
So help me the Lord of the Universe and mine own Higher Soul!’
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He also notes that ‘the physical construction of the 238 symbols, even without any attempt to charge them, (the contrary, in fact) is a work of the most intense magical fatigue. 12 per diem is enough. Begin this work, therefore, many months before the actual start. This fatigue appears to diminish when well started. (Or, one reaches squares purely telesmatic, with no definite invocation of Spirits.)’ And he goes on ‘before beginning. Ceremonially accept this Magic, as from God, taking the Obligation which Abramelin demanded from Abraham. The squares are kept in the interior of the Altar before beginning the Six Moons – this probably as a precaution.’
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We know of the destructive force conjured by the symbols through the various remarkable incidents which occurred firstly at Crowley’s flat in London’s Chancery Lane which he shared with Greatly Honoured Frater Iehi Aour [Allan Bennett]. Crowley was determined, perhaps even obsessed to accomplish the performance of the Abramelin Operation but ‘Jones [Frater Volo Noscere: George Cecil Jones] had advised me to go through my initiation first.’ </span><br />
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Crowley began preparations in earnest during November 1898, having read ‘The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage’ by S. L. MacGregor Mathers in October. </span><br />
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‘And remember, that as there is a God to write these aforesaid Symbols, there is no particular preparation necessary of Pens, of Ink, and of Paper; nor yet of elections of particular Days, nor other things to be observed, which the False Magicians and Enchanters of the Devil would have you believe. It sufficeth that the Symbols should be clearly written with any kind of Ink and Pen, provided that we may easily discern unto what Operation each Signs appertaineth, the which also you can easily do by means of a properly arranged and drawn up Register of them. But the greatest part of the Symbols of the Third Book I counsel you to make before commencing the Operation, keeping them until that time in the interior of the Altar. And after that the Spirits shall have taken Oath thereupon, you shall carefully keep (the Symbols) in a safe place, where they can neither be seen nor touched by any other person, because thus great harm might befall such person.’ [The Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage. S. L. MacGregor Mathers. London. J. M. Watkins. 1898. (2nd Ed. 1900. p. 135)]</span><br />
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Crowley, as Jones suggested became ‘initiated’ into the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn on 18 November 1898 at London’s Mark Mason’s Hall, and he attained the grades of the First or Outer Order before beginning the Abra-Melin Operation proper, which must be begun at Easter.
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‘Abra-Melin warns us that our families will object strenuously to our undertaking of the Operation. I resolved, therefore, to cut myself off absolutely from mine. So, as I had to live in London, I took the flat under the name of Count Vladimir Svareff. As Jones remarked later, a wiser man would have called himself Smith.’ [Confessions. p.179]
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‘The demons connected with Abra-Melin do not wait to be evoked; they come unsought. One night Jones and I went out to dinner. I noticed on leaving the white temple that the latch of its Yale lock had not caught. Accordingly, I pulled the door to and tested it. As we went out, we noticed semi-solid shadows on the stairs; the whole atmosphere was vibrating with the forces which we had been using. (We were trying to condense them into sensible images.) When we came back, nothing had been disturbed in the flat; but the temple door was wide open, the furniture disarranged and some of the symbols flung about in the room. We restored order and then observed that semi-materialised beings were marching around the main room in almost unending procession.’ [Confessions. p. 182]
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<span style="color: black;">Similarly at Boleskine House the atmosphere seemed oppressive and many of Crowley’s friends and acquaintances felt its effects:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I had asked Jones to come and stay with me during the six months [of the Operation], in view of the dangers and interference already experienced at the mere threat to perform it. It was obviously the part of prudence to have, if possible, an initiate on the spot. It is also very awkward for a man absorbed in intense magical effort to have to communicate with the external world about the business of everyday life. Jones did not see his way to come, so I asked Rosher, who consented. But before he had been there a month he found the strain intolerable. I came down to breakfast one morning; no Rosher. I asked the butler why he was absent. The man replied, in surprise at my ignorance, that Mr Rosher had taken the early morning boat to Inverness. There was no word of explanation; I never saw him or heard of him for many years; and, when we met, though absolutely friendly and even intimate, we never referred to the matter.
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<span style="color: black;">One day I came back from shooting rabbits on the hill and found a Catholic priest in my study. He had come to tell me that my lodgekeeper, a total abstainer for twenty years, had been raving drunk for three days and had tried to kill his wife and children.’ [Confessions. p. 188]
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<span style="color: black;">Even Crowley’s old Cambridge friend, W. E. H. Humphrys, whom Crowley asked to take Rosher’s place, showed ‘symptoms of panic fear’ and took flight and so did ‘Laura’ [Lilian Horniblow] who was staying at Boleskine at the time. So it is unsurprising to read that while Crowley was ‘preparing the talismans, squares of vellum inscribed in Indian ink, a task’ he says, which he ‘undertook in the sunniest room in the house’ he found that he had to use ‘artificial light even on the brightest days.’ And he goes on to say that the ‘lodge and terrace, moreover, soon became peopled with shadowy shapes, sufficiently substantial, as a rule, to be almost opaque.’ [Confessions. p. 189]
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Also on this day Crowley receives a letter from his magical friend and mentor I. A. [Allan Bennett]: </span><br />
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“I warn that you are in very grave danger” having thrice been visited by the Angel of the Lord in the visions of his head upon his bed. “A certain thing more sacred than sphere of Sensation broken,” as he told me later.
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<span style="color: black;">This may be either (1) that I am in danger of my True Circle being broken or (2) Politics or the silliness [a reference to ‘Laura’ and the money she handed over to pay Allan Bennett’s fare to Ceylon]. In any case “some of me escapes.”
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<span style="color: black;">I therefore resolve to invoke Heru-pa-kraat-ist: to keep the symbols locked up in the Altar: and for the other, to cast myself upon the Providence of God; that He may give His Angels charge over me, to keep me in all my ways. So mote it be!
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<span style="color: black;">I did therefore invocate with a devout mind and reverent voice the Lord Harpocrates: thus was my prayer heard, and I am yet safe from all mine enemies: unto Him be the glory for ever!’
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<span style="color: black;">On Wednesday 28 February Crowley travels to Inverness to collect a ‘New censer’.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 2 March 1900: Crowley has the idea to ‘put all squares of one Prince on a sheet, foldable, with his name and his servitors below.’ And another idea that ‘the full squares (as a rule) evoke a definite force and are more obsessing’ and he goes on to say that intentions should be stated clearly ‘for the familiars – presumed to be about one.’
He also begins a three day fast beginning at 6 p.m. with a ‘prayer unto the Lord of the Universe, that He would give me his aid, and that of His Holy Angels.’ He ‘paints a rod in the 12 colours, for a Lotus Wand.
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<span style="color: black;">The next day he wakes with a headache and he walks in his garden before lunch at midday and after lunch (‘eggs, milk, scones and fruit’) he makes a ‘telesmatic image’ and reads the Psalms of David.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I now purpose to read ceremonially the 7 penitential psalms having invoked the Lord of the Universe and the dwellers of the Elements to mine aid and witness. This will best be done at the end of the fast. But the Psalms may be read and studied even now.
Let me formulate the Obligation of the Operation.
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“I, Perdurabo in the presence of the Lord of the Universe, and of all Powers Divine and Angelic, do spiritually bind myself even as I am now physically bound unto the cross of suffering:
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<span style="color: black;">1. To unite my consciousness with the divine, as I may be permitted and aided by the Gods who live for ever; the Aeons of Infinite years, that, being lost in the Limitless Light, it may find itself: to the Regeneration of the Race, either of man or as the Will of God shall be. And I submit myself utterly to the Will Divine.
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<span style="color: black;">2. To follow out with courage, modesty, lovingkindness, and perseverance the course prescribed by Abramelin the Mage; as far as in me lies, unto the attainment of this end.
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<span style="color: black;">3. To despise utterly the things and the opinions of this world lest they hinder me in doing this.
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<span style="color: black;">4. To use my powers only to the Spiritual Well-being of all with whom I may be brought in contact.
5. To give no place to evil: and to make eternal war against the Forces of Evil: until even they be redeemed unto the Light.
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<span style="color: black;">6. To harmonize my own spirit that so Equilibrium may lead me to the East and that my Human Consciousness shall allow no usurpation of its rule by the Automatic.
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<span style="color: black;">7. To conquer the temptations.
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<span style="color: black;">8. To banish the illusions.
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<span style="color: black;">9. To put my whole trust in the Only and Omnipotent Lord God: as it is written “Blessed are they that put their trust in Him.”
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<span style="color: black;">10. To uplift the Cross of Sacrifice and Suffering: and to cause my Light to shine before men that they may glorify my Father which is in Heaven.
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Furthermore: I most solemnly promise and swear: to acquire this Holy Science in the manner prescribed in the Book of Abramelin, without omitting the least imaginable thing of their contents: not to gloss or comment in any way on that which may be or may not be; not to use this Sacred Science to offend the Great God, nor to work ill unto my neighbour: to communicate it to no living person, unless by long practice and conversation I shall know him thoroughly, well examining whether such an one really intendeth to work for the Good or for the Evil. II will punctually observe, in granting it, the same fashion which was used by Abramelin to Abraham. Otherwise, let him who receiveth it draw no fruit therefrom. I will keep myself as from a Scorpion from selling the Science. Let this Science remain in me and in my generation as long as it shall please the Most High.
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All these points I generally and severally swear to observe under the awful penalty of the displeasure of God, and of Him to Whose Knowledge and Conversation I do most ardently aspire. So help me the Lord of the Universe, and my own Higher Soul!’
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We know from the diary that Crowley’s climbing friend Oscar Eckenstein (1859-1921) was a guest of Crowley’s at Boleskine House during March and that they went walking and climbing together around the ‘Laird’s estate’. One entry states that Crowley ‘went climbing with O. E. Devil of a long day.’ And another entry reads ‘went on hills with O. E. to ski. Hard work and no ski-ing.’ Crowley is also writing a paper for Eckenstein on climbing and together they revise it.
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<span style="color: black;">Tobias Churton in his book ‘Aleister Crowley: the Biography – Spiritual Revolutionary, Romantic, Explorer, Occult Master and Spy’ (Watkins Publishing. 2011) suggests in Chapter Five that Crowley and Eckenstein are having a sexual relationship from a coded entry in the diary which states that Crowley ‘in the afternoon’ had ‘tried to go to the Twll-Du [Welsh slang for ‘black hole’ or anus] for O. E. with poor success. I then began to fix up things for a final. The wand wanted straightening.’ which seems to suggest one of them had difficulty in achieving an erection. I think Churton probably hits the nail on the head and all we really know is that ‘something’ took place which Crowley thought the need to remain a secret and writes in cipher.
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<span style="color: black;">Following the Obligation of the Operation and the end of the fast Crowley makes daily invocations of the Angels of the Elements:
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‘In bed, I invoked the Fire angels and spirits on the tablet, with names, etc., and the 6th Key. I then (as Harpocrates) entered my crystal. An angel, meeting me, told me, among other things, that they (of the tablets) were at war with the angels of the 30 Aethyrs, to prevent the squaring of the circle. I went with him unto the abodes of Fire, but must have fallen asleep, or nearly so. Anyhow, I regained consciousness being there, and half there. Recovered and banished the Spirits, but was burning all over, and tossed restlessly about – very sleepy, but consumed of Fire! Only repeated careful assumption of Harpocrates’ god-form enabled me to regain my normal state. I had a long dream of a woman eloping, whom I helped, and after, of a man stealing my Rose Cross jewel from a dressing-table in an hotel. I caught him and found him a man weak beyond the natural (I could bend or flatten him at will), and then the dream seemed to lose coherence… I carried him about and found a hairbrush to beat him, etc. etc. Query: Was I totally obsessed?’
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And for Earth:
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‘Invoking the angels of Earth, I obtained wonderful effect. The angel, my guide, treated me with great contempt and was very rude and truthful. He showed me divers things. In the centre of the earth is formulated the Rose and Cross. Now the Rose is the Absolute Self-Sacrifice, the merging of all in the O (Negative), the Universal Principle of generation through change (not merely the feminine), and the Universal Light “Khabs”. The Cross is the Extension or Pekht principle. Now I should have learned more; but my attention wandered. This closes the four elemental visions: prosecuted, alas! with what weakness, fatuity and folly!’ [Confessions. p 192]
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A few days later Crowley records one afternoon that he ‘went on a journey’ following reading Anna Kingsford’s ‘Clothed with the Sun’ and he ‘went with a very personal guide: and beheld (after some lesser things) our Master as he sat by the Well with the Woman of Samaria. Now the five husbands were five great religions which had defiled the purity of the Virgin of the World: and “he whom thou now hast” was materialism (or modern thought).
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<span style="color: black;">Other scenes also I saw in His life: and behold I also was crucified! Now did I go backwards in time even unto Berashith, the Beginning, and was permitted to see marvellous things.
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<span style="color: black;">First the Abyss of the Water: on which I, even I, brooded amid other dusky flames as Shin upon Maim, held by my Genius. And I beheld the victory of Ra upon Apophis and the First of the Golden Dawns! Yea: and monsters, faces half-formed, arose: but they subsisted not.
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<span style="color: black;">And the firmament was.
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<span style="color: black;">Again the Chaos and the Death!
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<span style="color: black;">Then Ath Hashamain ve ath h-aretz. There is a whirling, intertwining infinitude of nebulae, many concentric systems, each system non-concentric to any other, yet all concentric to the whole. As I went backwards in time they grew faster and faster, and less and less material. (P.S. – This is a scientific hypothesis, directly contrary to that of Anna Kingsford.) And at last are whirling wheels of light; yet through them waved a thrill of an intenser invisible light in a direction perpendicular to the tangents. I asked to go yet farther back; and behold! I am floating on my back – cast down: in a wind of Light flashing down upon me from the immeasurable Above. (This Light is of a bluish silver tinge.) And I saw that Face, lost above me in the height inscrutable; a face of absolute beauty. And I saw as it were as a Lamb slain in the Glamour of Those Eyes. Thus was I made pure; for there, what impurity could live? I was told that not many had been so far back: none farther: those who could go farther would not, since that would have reabsorbed them into the Beginning, and that must not be to him who hath sworn to uplift the Standard of Sacrifice and Sorrow, which is Strength. (I forgot the Angels n the Planetary Whirl. They regarded me with curiosity: and were totally unable to comprehend my explanation that I was a Man, returning in time to behold the Beginning of Things.)
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<span style="color: black;">So I returned; having difficulty to find the earth. But I called on S. R. M. D. and V. N. R. [Mathers and his wife Moina], who were glad to see me; and returned into the body: to waste the night in gibing at a foolish medico.’ [Confessions. p. 192-193]
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At Boleskine Crowley writes to Soror Tempus Omnia Revelat (8) the assistant secretary of the Second Order requesting the papers associated to the Adeptus Minor Degree. Soror T. O. R. probably referred him to her Second Order superior Soror Deo Date (9) and so Crowley writes a letter to her some time before the Spring Equinox (21 March) 1900:
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‘Cara V. H. Soror,
I am told that I must write to you for the MSS. of the Second Order of which I am now a member. [A list of the MSS. follows].
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<span style="color: black;">Now even where I have the MSS. I should like to compare my copies with the official ones, as Iehi Aour [Allan Bennett], who gave me his MSS. by permission, is rather apt to condense.
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<span style="color: black;">I aught to mention that my identity with one Aleister Crowley and one Count Svareff are not generally known; and, in the works on which I am now engaged (with the full approval of G. H. Fra. D. D. C. F.) (10) It would be very dangerous for me if everybody (even in the Order) knew this. So I will ask you not to mention the fact.
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<span style="color: black;">I give you and Fra. E. A. Hunter (I am ashamed to have forgotten his motto) (11) the greetings of the Equinox.
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<span style="color: black;">With all fraternal greetings,
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<span style="color: black;">I am,
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<span style="color: black;">Perdurabo
(Aleister MacGregor)’
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<span style="color: black;">[The Magicians of the Golden Dawn. Ellic Howe. 1972 (1985 ed. p 207-208)]
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Saturday 24 March 1900: A meeting is held by Second Order members after Mathers dismissed Florence Farr from the Order and forbade any meetings taking place in connection with what Mathers had disclosed to Farr in the letter.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 25 March 1900: ‘Heard this evening from Deo Date [Mrs E. A. Hunter] S O [Second Order] apparently mad. Resolved to write to D. D. C. F. offering myself.’ Deo Date had refused to recognise Crowley’s entitlement to enter the Second Order.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley believed that Mathers was his ‘only link with the Secret Chiefs to whom he was pledged’ and in writing to Mathers he offered himself and his ‘fortune unreservedly at his disposal’ even resigning himself to ‘giving up the Abra-Melin Operation for the present’. [Confessions. p. 195]
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 1 April 1900: ‘I leave for London Monday: as it is written: “His Face was Fixed as a Flint to go unto Jerusalem”.’
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 3 April 1900: Crowley arrived in London at 10 a.m. and he went to Frater E. S. D. (12) Bring him back and trap Gnothi Seauton [W E H Humphrys] in attempting Laura [Lillian Horniblow]. He seems nearly as big a blackguard as myself. I misbehave as usual. Oh Lord, how long?’
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 4 April 1900: Crowley visits Volo Noscere [G. C. Jones] and stays with him.
Friday 6 April 1900: Crowley leaves Volo Noscere as V. N. is expecting a visit from Soror S. S. D. D. [Florence Farr]. Frater C. S. [Causa Scientiae: Julian L Baker] visits Crowley in the evening.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 7 April 1900: Crowley goes to the Second Order Temple at 36 Blythe Road only to ‘find Vault locked… D. D. C. F.’s [Mather’s] letter forwarded to me. Fidelis [Elaine Simpson] appoints Sunday morning [for a meeting]. D. D. C. F. accepts my services.’ Crowley continues in his diary: ‘Therefore do I rejoice, that my sacrifice is accepted. Therefore do I again postpone the Operation of Abramelin the Mage, having by God’s Grace formulated even in this a new link with the Higher, and gained a new weapon against the Great Princes of the Evil of the World. AMEN.’
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<span style="color: black;">Beneath this in the diary Crowley makes a list of things that need to be achieved before he can pursue his plan (numbers 2-5 he has ticked in pencil), and so we find:
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<span style="color: black;">‘1. Full attr[ibution] in Enochian Alphabet to Geom[ancy] and Coptic. etc. [not done].
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<span style="color: black;">2. Symbolism 5°=6□ (if having to act as C. A.) [Chief Adept].
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<span style="color: black;">3. Magot and Kore.
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<span style="color: black;">4. H. P. K. [Harpocrates] formula of invisibility.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Current for vault – strength & wisdom etc.’
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Sunday 8 April 1900: ‘Saw Fidelis and received her allegiance to S. R. [Mathers] and that of Perseverantia. (13) Also promise to help. Left London.’
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 9 April 1900: ‘Reached Paris. [28 Rue St. Vincent, home of Mr. and Mrs. Mathers] Am selected as the messenger of D. D. C. F. [Mathers] after a long talk with him and V. N. R. (14) [Mather’s wife Moina]. My proposals are substantially approved.’
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 10 April 1900: ‘Action begins to be taken.’
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 11 April 1900: ‘Letters etc. written.’ These are the letters of authorisation written by Mathers for Crowley.
Thursday 12 April 1900: ‘Instructions and symbols received.’ Also in his ‘little book of Magical Rituals’ he writes:
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<span style="color: black;"> ‘I, Perdurabo, as the Temporary Envoy Plenipotentiary of Deo Duce Comite Ferro & thus the Third from the Secret Chiefs of the Order of the Rose of Ruby and the Cross of Gold, do deliberately invoke all laws, all powers Divine, demanding that I, be chosen to do such a work as he has done, at all costs to myself. And I record this holy aspiration in the Presence of the Divine Light, that it may stand as my witness. In Saecula Saeculorum. Amen!’
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 13 April 1900: ‘Left Paris 11.50 A.M. The history of my mission: is it not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Revolt of the Adepti?’ </span><br />
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Also written in Crowley’s diary are his ‘Notes on the London row’ and ‘Instructions from Paris’ which makes interesting reading, see The Magicians of the Golden Dawn by Ellic Howe, published in 1972.
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<span style="color: black;">
Crowley notes certain phenomena concerning ‘magical’ fires such as ‘cab lamps catch fire. Slight trouble at first with Perseverantia: so put her through questions. Ditto Resurgam (15) [Dr E Berridge]. Slept Paddington Hotel. Runaway horse. Fidelis’ fire has refused to burn.’
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<span style="color: black;">
Crowley’s proposal to D. D. C. F. [Mathers] during his Paris visit for dealing with the Second Order rebels was as follows:
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‘I. The Second Order to be summoned at various times during two or three days. They to find, on being admitted one by one, a masked man [Crowley] in authority and a scribe [Elaine Simpson]. These questions, etc. pass, after pledge of secrecy concerning interview.
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<span style="color: black;">A. Are you convinced of the truth of the doctrines and knowledge received in the grade of 5°=6□? </span><span style="color: black;">Yes or No?
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">If yes (1) Then their origin can spring from a pure source only?
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<span style="color: black;">If no (2) I degrade you to be a Lord of the Paths in the Portal in the Vault of the Adepts.
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<span style="color: black;">B. If he reply “yes”, the masked man continues: Are you satisfied with the logic of this statement? Do you solemnly promise to cease these unseemly disputes as to the headship of this Order? I for my part can assure you from my own knowledge that D. D. C. F. is really 7°=4□.
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<span style="color: black;">If yes (3) Then you will sign this paper; it contains a solemn reaffirmation of your obligation as a 5°=6□ slightly expanded, and a pledge to support heartily the new regulations.
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<span style="color: black;">If no (4) </span><span style="color: black;">II expel you from this Order.
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II. The practice of masks is to be introduced. Each member will know only the member who introduced him.
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<span style="color: black;">Severe tests of the candidate’s moral excellence, courage, earnestness, humility, refusal to do wrong, to be inserted in the Portal or 5°=6□ ritual.
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">III. Outer Order to be summoned. Similar regulations to be announced to them. New pledges required that they will not communicate the identity of anybody they happen to have known to any new member.
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">IV. Vault to be reconsecrated.’ [Confessions. p. 195-196]
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Saturday 14 April 1900: ‘Rose-Cross whitened. (16) Rubber macintosh nowhere near the fire catches light. Fire not too anxious to burn. Perseverantia informs me of the real charge against me. This is “sex-intemperance on Lake Harris (17) lines in order to obtain magical power (both sexes are here connoted)” I had a long dream re. Horos lot. They were at Boleskine and wanted to get some one MS. I had nobody I could trust at all and it was Hell and Tommy for a long while. The end tragic for them.’
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 15 April 1900: ‘Sent Aubrey Grahame to M. W. Th (18) [Blackden] with letter.’
Monday 16 April 1900: ‘Saw landlord [of Isis Urania Temple] and convinced him. Saw Fidelis and arranged final details capture of Vault. Engaged chucker-out at a public house in Leicester Square. In the morning I was very badly obsessed and entirely lost my temper – utterly without reason or justification. 5 times at least horses have bolted at sight of me. Horse bolted with Fidelis on Saturday night. Fires at 15 R. R. (19) refuse utterly to burn.’ Crowley was warned by D. D. C. F. [Mathers] that fires would refuse to burn or would start uncontrollably which would show that Crowley was under magical attack.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 17 April 1900: ‘Recaptured vault. Suspended Cracknell, H. et S. [E. A. Hunter] and S. S. D. D. [Florence Farr] came. Fight. Police. Victory.’ E. A. Hunter arrived at 36 Blythe Road to find the rooms broken into and Crowley and Miss Elaine Simpson there and declaring they had taken possession of the Vault by the authority of MacGregor Mathers and presented Hunter with the documents in Mathers’ name. Hunter told Crowley that Mathers had been suspended and his authority was no longer valid. Crowley said that Miss Cracknell (who entered with Hunter) must leave the room as she had been suspended from membership which Hunter refused. Mrs Emery, who was renting the rooms at Blythe Road from the landlord Mr. C. E. Wilkinson, arrived and then went to find a police constable. Because the landlord, Mr. Wilkinson was not present they were unable to prove to whom the rooms legally belonged. Crowley had new locks put on the doors and was temporarily in possession of the Vault.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 18 April 1900: ‘Letters sent off.’ These letters, dated 17 April, were sent to Second Order members and stated that: ‘You are cited to appear at Headquarters at 11.45 a.m. on [Friday] the 20th inst.
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<span style="color: black;">Should you be unable to attend, an appointment at the earliest possible moment must be made by telegraphing to “MacGregor” at Headquarters.
There will be no meeting on the 21st inst. By order of Deo Duce Comite Ferro Chief of the S. O. [Second Order]’
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 19 April 1900: Crowley arrived at about 11.30 a.m. at 36 Blythe Road, the Second Order Headquarters wearing Highland dress with a dagger at his side, a black mask upon his face, a plaid thrown over his head and shoulders and a large golden cross upon his breast. Crowley walks past the clerk in the shop below and was stopped by Mr. Wilkinson the landlord in the back hall. Crowley had given his authority for entering the premises (and particularly the rooms upstairs) as the Earl of Glenstrae, also known as Count MacGregor. Upstairs were Demon Est Deus Inversus (20) and Hora et Semper [E. A. Hunter] who had arrived early that day to speak to Wilkinson. D. E. D. I. and H. et S. went downstairs to confront Crowley and informed him that he had no right to enter the premises. Mr. Wilkinson sent for a police constable who told Crowley to leave which he did, saying that the matter would be left to the hands of his lawyer. At about 1 o’clock a man arrived with a letter from Crowley which asked him to attend 36 Blythe Road at 11.00 a.m. but he was late because he had been searching for Blythe Road. He was unaware of why he was needed but evidently he was Crowley’s ‘chucker-out’ whom Crowley engaged outside the Alhambra music hall.
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<span style="color: black;">On the same day, Julian Baker was writing to E. A. Hunter: ‘I would suggest that you obtain possession of all our property properly belonging at Mark Mason’s Hall and keep them at your house for the present. We must be prepared for anything, for in Crowley we are dealing with a man without principles… You and I are responsible for rituals, robes etc. now, as I have just heard from S. S. D. D. [Florence Farr] that Blackden has thrown in his lot with Crowley & Co.’ Later that day a meeting was held by Second Order members and they suspended Mathers, Dr. Berridge, Mrs. Alice Simpson and her daughter Miss Elaine Simpson.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 23 April 1900: Crowley sent the following document to Florence Farr from the home of Lady Hall, Maida Vale:
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‘15 Randolph Road, Maida Vale, W.
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The Envoy of G. H. Frater Deo Duce Comite Ferro, 7°=4□, Chief of the S. O. [Second Order], unto all members of the London branch of the S. O.
Greetings.
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<span style="color: black;">It is first fitting that I express my sincere regret that members of the S. O. should have been put to unnecessary trouble.
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<span style="color: black;">In defiance of a promise given by Mrs. Emery [Florence Farr], Miss Cracknell, and Mr. Hunter to V. H. Soror Fidelis [Miss Elaine Simpson] and V. H. Frater Perdurabo, the rooms were forced open and various property of mine detained, while the projected interviews were made impossible. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The Courts of Law will shortly decide further concerning this action.
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<span style="color: black;">I hereby suspend V. H. Sorores S. S. D. D. [Florence Farr] and Tempus Omnia Revelat [Miss Cracknell] and Hora et Semper [E. A. Hunter], Levavi Oculus [Percy Bullock] and Demon est Deus Inversus [W. B. Yeats] from both Orders.
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<span style="color: black;">I must now request that an appointment be made with me by each individual member of the S. O. at the above address.
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<span style="color: black;">Letters may be addressed to Miss Elaine Simpson.
Failing this, or a serious and reasonable excuse, suspension from both Orders will operate automatically at noon on Tuesday.
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<span style="color: black;">My authority for this action will be shown to each member on arriving at the interview.
Witness my seal.’ </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
On the same day Crowley, in the name of ‘Edward Aleister’ brought a summons against S. S. D. D. [Florence Farr] at the West London Police Court, charged with ‘unlawfully and without just cause detaining certain papers and other articles, the property of the Complainant.’ In default of this Crowley would claim the sum of fifteen pounds. The Court hearing took place on Saturday 28 April 1900. Crowley’s solicitor with no case to put forward as Crowley was blacklisted for outstanding debts, withdrew charges for a five pound penalty.
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Towards the end of April, 1900, P [Perdurabo] returned to his lonely house in the north, but only remaining there for a few days, he travelled back to Paris. For it was now past Easter, and so too late in the year to begin the operation of Abramelin.
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<span style="color: black;">He had, as we have seen, induced D. D. C. F. [Mathers] to put in force the Deadly and Hostile Current of Will, but, as in the case of the Jackdaw of Rheims, nobody seemed a penny the worse. One might have expected that D. D. C. F. having failed, P. would have abandoned him. No, for it seemed still possible that D. D. C. F., really in touch with the supreme Chiefs, had yet finally decided to stay with Christ upon the Cross: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do,” even though this theory was somewhat rudely shaken by D. D. C. F. spending the whole of one Sunday afternoon in rattling a lot of dried peas in a sieve under the impression that they were the revolted members: as subsequent events proved, they were only the ideas in his head.
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<span style="color: black;">So we find P. still loyal, if a little sceptical, and searching within himself to discover a touchstone by which he might prove beyond doubt the authenticity of D. D. C. F.’s claim to represent the Masters.’ [The Temple of Solomon the King. The Equinox, volume I, number iii. 1910]
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<span style="color: black;">The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn limped on under various names and splinter groups but its golden years were long gone. Crowley, his Abramelin Operation<span style="color: black;"> interrupted</span> and following his time in Paris and his new intimate relationship with the American soprano Susan Strong (1870-1946) sailed on board the SS Pennsylvania in June 1900 for the United States. He went on to Mexico, where in December, Oscar Eckenstein joined him and together they climbed and Crowley learned new techniques in self analysis. The Golden Dawn was a very small part of Crowley’s magical development yet it was an important and influential introduction into ‘magical society’ for it brought to his attention the great magical personas such as Allan Bennett, George Cecil Jones and MacGregor Mathers; Crowley would never be satisfied within the confines of a magical order (unless he were the Head of that Order) and so the poet and adventurer within him took to wandering the globe in search of new experiences. He did eventually complete the Operation of Abramelin and attain the Knowledge and Conversation of his Holy Guardian Angel (Augoeides) during his 1906 walk across China [see ‘Augoeides’ by Audrarep. The Voice of Fire, volume I, number 4]
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Notes: </span><br />
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1. Great Trouble: the Great Trouble refers to an impending homosexual scandal in which Crowley and others were involved, hence why the police were watching Crowley’s flat at 67 Chancery Lane, which he shared with Allan Bennett.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Laura: Laura Grahame – a name used by Lillian Horniblow for secret assignations with ‘gentlemen friends’, Crowley being one such gentleman who had been seeing her for some months in 1899. She was born</span> <span style="color: black;">Lillian Horsford in Ceylon (1874-1958), the daughter of Frederick Wallis O Bryan Horsford, born Ceylon in 1842 and Cecilia Benvenuta Macready, born in 1846 (they married in 1867 and had five children). Lillian married Lieutenant Colonel (later Brigadier General) Frank Herbert Horniblow of the Royal Engineers, born (like Crowley) in Leamington (1860-1931). They were married on 3 October 1895 at Christ Church, Barton Regis, in Warwickshire. ‘Laura’ had also paid for Allan Bennett’s passage to Ceylon.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Evelyn Hall was one of Crowley’s lovers at the time.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley went to visit Mathers for admittance into the Second Order.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Cambridge
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<span style="color: black;">6. William Evans Hugh Humphrys (1876-1950), journalist educated at Cambridge. He was admitted into the Second Order on 12 March 1901. He was also in love with ‘Laura’ [Lilian Horniblow].
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<span style="color: black;">7. Boleskine House. In December 1899 Crowley invited ‘Laura’ [Lillian Horniblow] to Boleskine and paid for her fare. W. E. H. Humphrys, an acquaintance of Crowley’s from Cambridge was also there and acted as an assistant in a magical ceremony (see Churton). He had taken the place of Charles Rosher (1858-1936), (who had suddenly fled Boleskine one day) to assist with the household duties while Crowley would perform the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage. On Crowley’s return on Wednesday 7 February 1900 ‘Laura’ had already left Boleskine. </span><br />
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8. Maud Cracknell (1858-1950) whom Crowley referred as ‘an ancient Sapphic Crack, unlikely to be filled’. She was initiated at the Amen-Ra Temple in Edinburgh on 23 November 1896 and entered the Second Order at London’s Isis-Urania Temple on 10 October 1898.
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<span style="color: black;">9. Mrs Harietta Dorothea Hunter nee Butler, wife of E. A. Hunter. </span><br />
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10. Greatly Honoured Frater Deo Duce Comite Ferro: Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers (1854-1918). Mathers and his wife Moina were living at 87 Rue Mozart, Paris at the time. Mathers was known in the First Order as ‘S Rioghail Mo Dhream’ (Royal is my tribe) and in the Second Order as ‘Deo Duce Comite Ferro’ (With God as my leader and the sword as my companion).
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<span style="color: black;">11. E. A. Hunter: Frater Hora et Semper.
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<span style="color: black;">12. Frater Eritis Similis Deo: Gerald Kelly, (later Sir and President of the Royal Academy) the artist of Cambridge University (later to become Crowley’s brother in law) who was initiated into the Golden Dawn on 31 October 1899.
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<span style="color: black;">13. Soror Perseverantia Et Cura Quies: Mrs Alice Isabel Simpson (nee Hall) mother of Elaine Simpson [Soror Donorum Dei Dispensatio Fidelis]. ‘Perseverantia’ was initiated in the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn at the Isis-Urania Temple on 12 July 1895 and entered the Second Order on 27 May 1899. She married William Simpson in 1875. Her two daughters: Alice Beatrice Simpson and Elaine Mary Simpson were members of the Golden Dawn. Elaine was initiated on 1 January 1897 at the Isis-Urania Temple and she entered the Second Order in March 1899. She married Paul Harry Witkowski in 1900 and later married again to a man named Wolker.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Soror Vestigia Nulla Retrorsum: Mina Bergson (1865-1928), sister of the French philosopher Henri Bergson and later Mrs Moina Mathers.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Frater Resurgam: Dr Edward Berridge. London homoeopathic physician who studied medicine at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital and qualified in 1867. He published ‘Complete Repertory to the Homoeopathic Materia Medica’ in 1869.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Rose-Cross: a talisman given to Crowley by Mathers before he left Paris which was only to be used to invoke the Chief [Mathers] in case of urgent necessity.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">17. Thomas Lake Harris (1823-1906) was a mystic whose theories on sex were widely known amongst members of the Second Order.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Frater Ma Wahunu Thesi: Marcus Worsley Blackden (1864-1934)
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<span style="color: black;">19. 15 Randolph Road, Maida Vale, the home of Lady Hall [Perseverantia], Elaine Simpson’s mother.
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<span style="color: black;">20. William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) the poet joined the Golden Dawn on 7 March 1890.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY</span>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
LAMP of living loveliness,
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<span style="color: black;"> Maid miraculously male,
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<span style="color: black;"> Rapture of thine own excess
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Blushing through the velvet veil
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<span style="color: black;"> Where the olive cheeks aglow
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<span style="color: black;"> Shadow-soften into snow,
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<span style="color: black;"> Breasts like Bacchanals afloat
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Under the proudly phallic throat!
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<span style="color: black;"> Be thou to my pilgrimage
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Light, and laughter sweet and sage,
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<span style="color: black;"> Till the darkling day expire
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<span style="color: black;"> Of my life in thy caress,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Thou my frenzy and my fire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> Lamp of living loveliness!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou the ruler of the rod
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> That beneath thy clasp extends
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> To the galaxies of God
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> From the gulph where ocean ends,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Cave of dragon, ruby rose,
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<span style="color: black;"> Heart of hell, garden-close, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Hyacinth petal sweet to smell,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Split-hoof of the glad gazelle,
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<span style="color: black;"> Be thou mine as I am thine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> As the vine's ensigns entwine
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> At the sacring of the sun,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Thou the even and I the odd
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Being and becoming one
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> On the abacus of God!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Thou the sacred snake that rears
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Death, a jewelled crest across
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> The enchantment of the years,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> All my love that is my loss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> Life and death, two and one,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Hate and love, moon and sun,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Light and darkness, never swerve
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> From the norm, note the nerve,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Name the name, exceed the excess
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Of thy lamp of loveliness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> Living snake of lazy love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> Ithyphallic that uprears
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> Its Palladium above
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> The enchantment of the years!
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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[Aleister Crowley. 10th August 1913 from the Equinox, volume I, number X ‘Colophon’. Leila was in fact three and thirty in 1913!]</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">THE QABALAH: AN INTRODUCTION</span></div>
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BY AUDRAREP
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PART II
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<span style="color: black;">QABALAH FOR QUIXOTIC QUEENS
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THE ETERNAL BALANCE
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Each of the Sephiroth or Spheres has a unique characteristic which affects the earth plane (Malkuth). If we look at Chesed and Geburah we can see this equilibrium in action.
Chesed represents constructive, creative energy which is a genial force symbolised by the word ‘Mercy’. Geburah, on the other hand represents the destructive energy which counteracts Chesed; it is a cleansing or ‘banishing’ force. It is symbolised by the word ‘Justice’. Chesed and Geburah interact with each other constantly as one thing is ‘destroyed’ (thought, action, etc.) by the force of Geburah, the force of Chesed replaces that void with a new energy ‘idea’, action, etc. so there is always a constant balance of equal proportionate forces. These forces can become uneven as can be seen in some personalities.
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<span style="color: black;">Between these two abstract notions is the perfect equilibrium and Beauty of Tiphereth (Love).
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<span style="color: black;">This balance can also be seen in other aspects of the Tree such as Binah and Chokmah, and Netzach (emotion, love and art) and Hod (intellect, law and science). The opposite forces of these outer Sephiroth find their equilibrium in the Miiddle Pillar and in this way the adept must learn to balance the internal forces by counteracting those aspects within which are undesirable to the adept, with their opposing influences.
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T</span><span style="color: black;">HE NEGATIVE VEILS OF EXISTENCE
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This is an abstract concept from which all emanates; it is the source of all manifestation.
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O= AIN= Nothingness
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<span style="color: black;">OO= AIN SOPH= Limitlessness
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<span style="color: black;">OOO= AIIN SOPH AUR= Limitless Light.
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These veils of non-existence or the formless void in Thelemic terms is a perfect representation of the Goddess Nuit for She is ‘Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars’ [AL. I. 22] and She is the Absolute Nothingness from which all manifestation occurs; this pure and uninfluenced Limitless Light in extension precedes and forms Kether. A good analogy is to see this Negative Existence as Light or as ‘non-light’ which becomes ‘manifest’ in the first Sephira which is Kether, an ‘extension’ of this ‘light’ into the ‘point’ where it transcends ‘Nothingness’ and becomes a concept of ‘Manifestation’. </span><br />
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AN EXAMINATION OF THE SEPHIROTH
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1. KETHER: Kether means ‘Crown’; it is the top or ‘crown’ of the Tree or the Middle Pillar of Equilibrium and as you can guess this sphere has a ‘kingly’ or ‘Godly’ nature and we can associate wisdom, justice and power with Kether. In fact, Kether contains all the perfect aspects of the spheres which manifest from it upon the Tree. Because it is the first sphere does not mean it is superior to other spheres as all spheres are unique and equal for Malkuth is just as important and equal in spiritual force as Kether. Symbolically Kether is the point within the circle, on the body it is represented by the head (crown) and it is assigned to the planet Pluto. Kether is therefore an excellent place in which to assign the Thelemic God Hadit. In the sense of the magical grade it is the highest achievable in the physical realm: 10=1 ‘Ippsisimus’.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Chokmah: Chokmah means ‘Wisdom’ and it is the first sphere at the top of the positive or archetypal ‘masculine’ pillar; it is the Supernal Father which receives its force direct from Kether which then stimulates Binah. Chokmah is un-materialised Force. Symbolically Chokmah is the ‘line’, (also the cross) an extension of the ‘point’ and it can be seen as the Phallus [magical weapon: rod/wand]. In Thelemic terms it can be seen as Chaos and on the body it is associated with the left side of the face. The planet assigned to Chokmah is Neptune. Magically, Chokmah is connected to the grade 9=2 ‘Magus’.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Binah: Binah means ‘Understanding’ and it is placed opposite Chokmah at the top of the negative or archetypal ‘feminine’ pillar. Binah is known as the Great Mother for it is receptive of Chokmah’s energy. Binah is Form as yet un-materialised (the womb, the Sacred Temple etc.) Symbolically Binah can be seen as the ‘circle’, the Cup or the Lamp and also the Yoni (and egg). On the body Binah is associated with the right side of the face and the magical grade 8=3 ‘Master of the Temple’ is connected to this sphere and the planet assigned to Binah is Saturn.
Below Chokmah and Binah, situated on the Middle Pillar below Kether and above Tiphereth is the ‘hidden Sephira’ called Daath. Many Qabalists believe Daath (Knowledge) to be another Sephira yet there are many who are unsure as to its purpose and symbolism. Daath can be seen as a ‘bridge’ across the Abyss which separates the Divine and that which is not Divine or Holy; it is a ‘barrier’ to defend the Upper Supernal Triad from that which is not perfect or Holy. In the magical sense the adept is the Babe of the Abyss. The planet assigned to Daath is Uranus and on the body it equates to the neck.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Chesed: Chesed (also known as Gedulah) means ‘Mercy’ (compassion) and it represents the creative force or energy. Symbolically Chesed is represented by the ‘square’ and on the body it is associated with the left arm. The planet Jupiter is assigned to Chesed and magically the grade connected to this sphere is 7=4 ‘Exempt Adept’.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Geburah: Geburah, which means ‘Strength’ can also be seen as Severity and Justice; it is a corrective force which breaks up or destroys the Creative essence of Chesed so that it may in turn re-create and re-build, only to be faced with the ‘corrective’ Geburah. The planet Mars is assigned to Geburah and it is a perfect sphere to express the ‘Will’. Symbolically it is represented by the Sword or the Scourge and on the body it is associated with the right arm. The magical grade connected to Geburah is 6=5 ‘Adeptus Major’.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Tiphereth: Tiphereth (or the Lesser Countenance) means ‘Beauty’ and also Harmony and it perfectly balances the forces between Chesed and Geburah having itself both these qualities in perfect equilibrium. It is the central sphere on the Tree and it relates to intellect and aspects of high mental consciousness; it is symbolised mystically by the Dying Gods of ‘Sacrifice’ and ‘Resurrection’ as in Christ and the crucifixion, all Sun Gods. The Sun represents Tiphereth. Symbolically the Hexagram and the Rose Cross represent Tiphereth and on the human body it is associated with the heart. In Thelemic terms it is the perfect sphere for the placing of the Holy Guardian Angel and magically it is connected to the grade 5=6 ‘Adeptus Minor’.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Netzach: Netzach means ‘Victory’ and it is the sphere of the emotion as in the senses, passion and instinctive pleasure. The planet assigned to Netzach is Venus, the Goddess of Love. It is therefore a perfect sphere to place the Thelemic Scarlet Woman. Symbolically Netzach is represented by the seven-pointed star and the magical weapons Girdle and Lamp. On the body it is associated to the hips and the legs and magically it is connected to 4=7 ‘Philosophus’.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Hod: Hod means ‘Splendour’ (and Glory) and it is the sphere of the intellect, of reasoning, logic and insight and un-emotional acts or thoughts. The planet assigned to Hod is Mercury, the God of messages and eloquent speech and the equivalent in the Greek pantheon is Hermes, is therefore a perfect sphere to govern ritual magic and conjurations. Symbolically Hod is represented by the Serpent (Caduceus) and in Thelemic terms Baphomet may be placed at Hod. On the body it is associated with the legs and its magical grade is 3=8 ‘Practicus’.
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<span style="color: black;">9. Yesod: Yesod means ‘Foundation’ and it relates to the subconscious mind. Yesod balances Netzach and Hod in the same manner that Tiphereth balances Chesed and Geburah. The planet assigned to Yesod is the Moon with all of its connections and influences upon life residing upon Malkuth; it can therefore be said to reflect the Astral Light (of the subconscious mind). Symbolically Yesod can be represented by the Cup and on the body it is the reproductive organs, Asar and Asi (Phallus and Vulva). In Thelemic terms it is a good sphere to place Therion, opposite the Scarlet Woman of Netzach. The magical grade associated with Yesod is 2=9 ‘Zelator’.
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<span style="color: black;">10. Malkuth: Malkuth is the ‘Kingdom’ or the physical world, the final sphere which has absorbed all the previous qualities of the preceding spheres. Malkuth is the Gate of Death and it is where the basis of all ritual magic evolves from the physical symbolism combined with Netzach (emotional force), Hod (mental force) and Yesod (subconscious force). Symbolically Malkuth can be represented by the Altar and the Magick Circle (and the Triangle). On the body it is connected to the feet and the anus (the Eye of Hoor) and the magical grade associated with Malkuth is 1=10 ‘Neophyte’.
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The Tree of Life is a representation of the Universe and it is divided into four planes:
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The Tree is also divided into four worlds:
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1 = Atziluth (Archetypal World)
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The Tree can also be viewed as a map with two paths of return: (a) the slow path which is the Serpent which winds around the Tree, and (b) the direct path which is the central Middle Pillar of the Tree.
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THE TWENTY-TWO PATHS AND THE TAROT TRUMPS
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The 22 cards in the Major Arcana of the Tarot are a pictorial representation of the main categories which existence or life can be divided into. The 22 paths between the ten Sephiroth and the 22 cards of the Tarot (and the 22 letters in the Hebrew Alphabet) supplement each other. The attributions connected to the paths are:
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HEBREW NUMERICAL PLANET/ TAROT
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11 A ALEPH 1 AIR O FOOL
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<span style="color: black;">14 D DALETH 4 VENUS III EMPRESS
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<span style="color: black;">15 H HEH 5 AQUARIUS XVII STAR*
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<span style="color: black;">17 Z ZAIN 7 GEMINI VI LOVERS
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<span style="color: black;">18 Ch CHETH 8 CANCER VII CHARIOT
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<span style="color: black;">19 T TETH 9 LEO XI STRENGTH
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<span style="color: black;">20 Y, I YOD 10 VIRGO IX HERMIT
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<span style="color: black;">21 K KAPH 20, 500** JUPIITER X WHEEL OF
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<span style="color: black;">24 N NUN 50, 700 SCORPIO XII DEATH
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<span style="color: black;">25 S SAMEKH 60 SAGITTARIUS XIV ART
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<span style="color: black;">26 O AYIN 70 CAPRICORN XV DEVIL
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<span style="color: black;">27 P, F PEH 80, 800 MARS XVI BLASTED
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<span style="color: black;">28 Tz TZADDI 90, 900 ARIES IV EMPEROR*
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<span style="color: black;">29 Q, K QOPH 100 PISCES XVIII MOON
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<span style="color: black;">30 R RESH 200 SUN XIX SUN
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<span style="color: black;">31 Sh, S SHIN 300 FIRE XX JUDGEMENT
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**The final form where the letter appears at the end of a word which changes its shape and its numerical value.
For the full table of correspondences see Crowley’s 777 and other Qabalistic Writings.
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The attributions also work with the Greek alphabet:
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11 A ALPHA 1
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*Crowley gives a different order from here down in 777 such as: Psi on path 28, Koppa on 29, Rho on 30, Sampi on 31 and Tau on 32 etc.
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THE TREE OF LIFE GAME
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I have found an interesting way in which to learn the attributions associated with the Tree of Life is to play a little game in which memory plays the greatest part. The game is usually played solitary but can incorporate other players. The game is best played on long journeys travelling on trains or buses where one looks out of the window and whatever comes into view, be it a tower block or a river for example, one then has to associate all the attributions connected to it to place it on the Tree of Life!
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<span style="color: black;">In this way, shapes, colours, numbers, letters and words etc. are able to unlock a world of qabalistic information and helps develop a good basic memory of the various attributions. A good beginning is to start with the numbers 1-10 and then progress on to more difficult associations. I shall give a few examples:
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a. Through the window I see a DOOR and I think of the Hebrew letter D ‘Daleth’ and the number 4 [Chesed]. I also think of the Empress in the Tarot which is number three and the colour emerald green and the planet Venus; I also think of Aphrodite, turquoise, sparrow, dove and swan…
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<span style="color: black;">b. Through the window I see a MAGPIE and think of the Hebrew letter Z ‘Zain’ and the number 7 [Netzach]. I also think of the Lovers in the Tarot which is number six, and the colour orange, Gemini and Apollo…
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<span style="color: black;">c. Through the window I see the number 55 and think 55 is the mystic number of Malkuth, the Kingdom and the Sphere of the Elements which is number 10. I also think of the colour yellow, the 4 tens in the Tarot, the god Osiris, on the human body the buttocks (‘eye of Horus’), Persephone, the willow, lily and ivy; the Sphinx, rock crystal; the magic circle and the triangle (also the altar) corn… Ten is also the mystic number of Chesed which takes us back to the number 4 and off we go again!
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<span style="color: black;">d. Through the window I see an OAK TREE and I think of the number 5 which is the planet Mars, strength, the Pentagram (ALHIM), Horus, Hades, Thor and Vishnu. In the Tarot it is the 4 fives; it is also the Ruby, the nettle, iron, sulphur, tobacco, the Sword, spear, scourge and the chain. Five is also Geburah (motion)… all that from looking at an oak tree!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE LAST TABOO</span>
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BARRY VAN-ASTEN</span>
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It was during the last death spasm of the last century in the heart of a nameless city that I came upon the forgotten remnants of some poor and helpless creature by the name of Anthony. I would go into more detail but it was all very perplexing and such a long time ago. Anthony, or Tony as he preferred to be called, was something of a minor miracle in a great family of many feuds, in fact, in childhood he was often referred to in Dickensian mockery as the ‘infant phenomenon’ for such were his prolific talents. He was a young man in the first crumbling embers of his second decade when I knew him, with dark eyes, dark hair and features, in fact; darkness permeated every cell of his being. I had met the wretched fellow at some establishment that taught young men and women who avoided all aspects of real work the delicate art of drawing and graphic design; a sort of reform school for the gentrified ‘bone-idle’. His gloomy disposition was often seated next to mine when he could be bothered to attend at all and he could often be seen thumbing through his well-worn copy of the Bible as we studied fine art, although I must confess there was nothing fine about his art, in fact he had no drawing skills whatsoever and he was as averse to work as much as he was averse to soap and water, but damned it, I felt a little sorry for the poor devil although it was beyond my comprehension to understand why he was there at all.
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<span style="color: black;">But as I said, I had taken the fellow under my wings so to speak and helped him with aspects of technical composition and perspective. Perhaps I should mention that I had only taken a seat at this so called ‘art institution’ out of utter boredom, for my artistic expectations panted down many roads, roads down which one should never travel, and my inky fingers were poked into many pies, metaphorical pies, quite inedible! in fact, I had just completed my as then unpublished novel ‘A Splendid Time We Had’ with its memorable first line: ‘I had a long walk around <span style="color: black;">Graeme </span>Garden and through Victoria Wood where in the distance, I could see the prominent features of the crumbling remains of Roy Castle, and I walked on, before entering the grand old Stuart Hall.’ (1) But I digress, Anthony was a quietly spoken young man, actually I never heard him speak above a whisper and he was either searching his soul for some greater purpose in life or else he had taken his plastic cup and dipped it into the barrel marked ‘Religion’ only to scrape at the bottom dregs to find ‘Christianity’. [Please note that other religious ‘dregs’ are available – editor]
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<span style="color: black;">One day, I went up to him and interrupted his thought as he ruined his eyes over the small print of his Bible and I told him straight that he was looking in the wrong place for anything insightful and that he should look around him for the real magic of life is not written down in a book, wonderful as books are for they are constant and do not let one down… I should say that I once knew a young fool whose experience of books and reading had been a kindly one for it began with encyclopaedias (his young eyes saw no worth in the novel if it could not teach facts); in fact, his first love was a sixty-fifth edition of ‘Pears Cyclopaedia’ 1956-57; he would inhale its aged aroma in sweet intoxication and its bindings became broken in an act of betrothal! Then the young Gradgrindian (2) mind discovered Poe (3) and a world was opened to the young fool! From the genius of Poe the young acolyte was led into the world of Gothic novels (4) and his soul was hence lost to literature! But what was I saying? Oh yes! I had been telling the confused Anthony of how life is all around and not just on the page. </span><br />
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[The editor hereby wishes to caution the author on several passages which have been removed for reference to a member of the Royal family and a leading member of the Anglican Church! – editor]
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<span style="color: black;">I then went on to inform him that the crimes perpetrated by man against man are more horrific than any imagined hell and this is the true crime of humanity which surrounds us continually and eternally. And he looked at me with his sad eyes and I pitied him for he had been treated quite shabbily at home and he was wasting his pitiful existence in smoking the ‘weed of forgetfulness’. I told him, that if he could imagine such terrors then surely, somewhere it has occurred or is occurring or will occur. Right now, I said, right now, there is someone, somewhere upon this festering globe; we shall call him ‘Peter’, for want of a more saintly name, who is attempting to seduce a plump duck, whom we shall call ‘Gerald’. In fact, Peter is carrying out this awful and atrocious love-scene in front of two startled and bewildered rabbits that we shall call for narrative purposes ‘Matilda’ and ‘Jemima’. Now, Peter, having forced his unbridled and unnatural attractions upon Gerald in a flustered flurry of feathers, casually wrung poor Gerald’s neck at the point of exclamation! As absurd as it sounds, Peter now turns his attention towards the rabbits for his only dilemma is: ‘which one do I romantically entangle my parts with after dinner’ (here’s where Gerald makes a re-appearance) ‘and which one do I hail as King of the Cosmos and worship its crucified corpse above the marriage bed, ever a witness to the horror and passion it shall contain!’ And I suppose, Anthony said with more than a hint of sarcasm, that the Good Lord, in all His infinite wisdom has cruelly given Peter, the perpetrator of such evil, a desire to wear women’s’ undergarments! Anthony enjoyed crow-barring ‘the Good Lord’ and ‘women’s undergarments’ into conversations, as it satisfied both his spiritual desire and his latent transvestism. [The editor here wishes to point out that the mentioning of the ‘Good Lord’ and ‘transvestism’ are mere coincidence and is not to suggest that all Christians are transvestites, whether members of the clergy or not!]
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<span style="color: black;">I don’t know why, but that tale reminds me of another individual I found one day while looking under a stone as I lurked and lurched about yet another artistic institution in search of like-minded entities. Well, there he was, pale and wasted and weak and we fell into conversation on the subject of the occult. We found we both had similar interests in a certain type of ceremonial magic (5) but at the mention of a certain Master Adept whom we shall refrain from mentioning for fear of reprisals, the young fellow turned quite purple in the face and almost choked as he stumbled on his legs (which were far too small to carry such pomposity, as if hastily added like some humorous architectural afterthought); yes, purple in the face, as if the Devil himself had come forth among us, evoked from the denizens and upturned the brute and fingered the poor wretch’s dark orifice otherwise known as ‘Satan’s portal to the over-world’; as if I had just informed him casually ‘by the way, I have just fed the rotten corpse of your dear departed mother to a hungry tramp, I hope you don’t mind my act of Christian charity!’ (O spare us the gory details! – editor) Anyway, the upshot of all this piffle is that he eventually managed to utter that he had ‘dabbled in such things’ and that they were ‘very real indeed!’ and that they can really ‘mess you up!’ Poor imbecile! He was trying so hard to look elegantly damaged that he only came across as a complete mother’s boy who liked to wear black because it reflected his inner torment and life was such a monstrous tragedy and everything was dark, dark, dark, and death, death, death and such a bore! Let us hope, in fact let us pray if we should be fool enough, that his damned soul has taken up permanent residence in an under-world of darkness, death and eternal boredom, and that his dark and lonely posterior is ever the plaything of our Lord Satan’s majestic finger. Amen! I learnt a valuable lesson that day, but yet again, I digress.
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<span style="color: black;">Well, it turned out that Anthony, poor fool, started seeing the Devil around every corner, oh that reminds me, being somewhat insensitive, I regularly put off the advances of the young gentleman, he being that way inclined (in fact his inclinations knew no bounds) and I taught him a secret way in which to perform the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, whereby the pentagram is drawn by the tongue in the secrecy of the mouth, so as it can be performed in public without attracting unwanted attention (It can also be used as a seal exchanged in the form of a kiss – editor) (7) ‘I am burdened by the atrocities of thought!’ he would say before returning as some would say, like a dog to his vomit and his precious Bible. One day I attempted to explain to him a cautionary tale, in fact an epistle upon the sordid duty of marriage, but that is another story! (8)
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<span style="color: black;">I had heard that he spent all his waking hours attempting to perfect the art of levitation, but got no further than standing on one leg!
Squint had told me that Anthony came to the Capital like a lost sheep and found work in a store called the ‘Zipper King’ (9) in a fashionable part of town, but there was only so much he could take of the glamorous world of zips and fastenings and he soon found himself in the depths of delusion, believing he was the figure of Death (he took to carrying a cardboard scythe much like certain Christians carry a wooden cross). It was following this that Anthony or the ‘Grim Reaper’ gave himself over to the Devil completely and would accost people in the street with the words ‘may your eyes swell with the heat of a thousand suns!’ In fact, he seemed to think there was such an abundance of eyes in the world that a few hundred thousand swelled with ‘the heat of the sun’ would make no difference.
Following regular sessions with a psycho-analyst named Dr. Carravagio, (10) the good Doctor told Anthony that he need not concern himself with sins unless he were thinking of conquering the ‘last taboo’ (11) more of which he would not say. Anthony sought out information concerning the last taboo as well as he could and pieced it together for the actual act itself is not described, so horrific and blasphemous is the deed that it is rarely spoken of or written about, but only suggested. It is also said that if it were performed it could bring about the destruction of the Holy Roman Catholic Church, such is its power! (You have been warned! – editor)
Poor Anthony, he came upon the idea that if he were a woman he may be able to get closer to Jesus and thus cleanse himself of evil! How strange the mind in torment works! And so under the name of Sister Anne he was taken in at the Conventium Universalis Nunneris Theologicum, a solitary holy order for women Christians thought to be the cream of Christianity (by some unnamed person of high clerical position no doubt) who believed in the eternal love of the Magdalene. (12) The Convent was in fact an old Victorian House with a large walled garden and there were seven sisters inhabiting the Convent at this time. The young novices had been busy dong the Lord’s work and they had given their assistance to aiding fallen women, in fact they had taken much of their enthusiasm for the work in re-habilitating the young girls of the streets from the great work initiated by the Rector of Stiffkey (13). Anthony ingratiated himself at the Convent and walked its corridors as if he had been raised within its walls for he would enter the chapel like a wet-dream. So well did Anthony fit in with the daily routines at the Convent that before long he had established a ‘nice little business for himself and was dong very nicely, thank you very much!’ What that ‘business’ was we can only guess; and it was Anthony who was instrumental in the installation of a “television” in each sister’s chamber to ‘engage the mind and enhance one’s intellectual capacity’. And so it came to pass that the introduction of the ‘Devil’s windows’ into the nuns’ chambers brought the sisters (without exception) to the very brink of the worst case of ‘soap addiction’ yet witnessed within the English Church! In fact, once the sisters were ‘introduced’ to television, mobile phones and the internet it was a wonder that the sisters got any of the ‘Lord’s work’ done at all! Upon entering the Convent Anthony learned that the good sisters were not all that they appeared to be which led to many an unkind word concerning hypocrisy for the nuns of the Order were fluent in the Angelic language (14) and had even constructed a very unusual and strange ‘Angelic typewriter’ for translating such works as The Bible, which they were busy doing. Anthony or Sister Anne continued his search for Jesus at the nunnery but found nothing of significance. One day he read an article in some science magazine which suggested the theory that ‘Dark Matter may have a quality which resembles “intelligence” and could possibly hold the eternal answer: what is God?’ With this idea fixed in his mind, Anthony decided to search for the dark matter in question. He painted the walls of his room white and the sparse furniture it held white; he painted the floor and the windows white and all his linen furnishings were white, and he even painted himself white and in this white room of whiteness Anthony searched for the least evidence that dark matter should be residing in that room, but he found nothing except a stubborn stain upon the curtain which if he squinted and looked side-ways almost resembled the face of Christ, but without the beard and the long hair, in fact, it was nothing like him yet Anthony immediately took it down and venerated it as a religious icon much like the shroud of Turin. It was the last straw! </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">One day it was brought to the attention of the Mother Superior, Sister Chlamydia, that ‘Anne’ had been practicing a certain kind of ‘dark magic’ in the Chapel of the Menstruating Angel, known as the Lesser Key of Solomon (15) and as if that was not bad enough he/she had corrupted three of the best Sisters at the nunnery, Sisters Malaria, Clitoris and Ebola! (16) All three sisters were found to have wounds to their bodies and large weal’s as if their flesh had been whipped, but of this the sisters were tight lipped! A square vellum talisman was also found by Sister Fourchette beneath a statue of Mary with some strange figures drawn upon it in blood.
It was thought that some demonic entity had been evoked and let loose within the Convent which brought the good sisters to a state of mass hysteria and eventual ‘blasphemies of fornication’! (17)
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<span style="color: black;">Asked to leave the Convent, Anthony/Anne took to residing in one of the more sought after cemeteries in the most desirable part of town. He was last seen by officials, dancing upon a chest tomb, singing ‘you’re all dead and I’m not!’ before tripping over his habit and impaling his head upon the rusty railings that surrounded the tomb, thus securing a good position in the most sought after of desirable cemeteries! [Death is mortal after all! – editor] </span><br />
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If that damned editor does not desist from interrupting my story I shall be forced to refrain from divulging the secret of the last taboo! [Ah, the voice of sanity! – editor] (18)
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1. All copies were recalled to the printers following distribution and destroyed for its obscene content.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Thomas Gradgrind, a leading character in Charles Dicken’s ‘Hard Times’.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
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<span style="color: black;">4. Chiefly Ann Radcliffe (1764-1823), Horace Walpole (1717-1797) and Matthew Gregory Lewis (1775-1818)
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<span style="color: black;">6. This story, absurd as it may seem holds much that is true if tinted with a little artistic licence in some passages!
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<span style="color: black;">7. A most effective manner in which to perform the Banishing Ritual and there are also other ‘secret’ gestures and ‘grips’ which can seem of the utmost innocence to the casual observer, unaware of the greater meanings!
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<span style="color: black;">8. That is indeed another story and shall be told in its proper place!
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<span style="color: black;">10. See ‘On the Pretence of Miracles’. Dr. R. Carravagio. Iago Press. 1982. Dr. Carravagio is no longer a practicing psycho-analyst.
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<span style="color: black;">11. For hints in this direction see Shakespeare, Sophocles and Aesop, who have explained its form in their work. There is also evidence that it was almost performed in the first stage in the United States in the nineteen-fifties. The Vatican has denied that it holds the ‘alleged evidence’ which is said to be a written account of it in the first hand. It is also said to have obsessed the biographer and essayist Lytton Strachey (1880-1932) to the point that it caused his death!
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<span style="color: black;">12. It is not known how Anthony deceived the good sisters into thinking he was a woman but it is assumed he used some sort of magical deception.
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<span style="color: black;">13. The Rector of Stiffkey, in Norfolk: Harold Francis Davidson (1875-1937).
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<span style="color: black;">14. Enochian: see John Dee and Edward Kelly.
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<span style="color: black;">15. The Lesser Key of Solomon or the Lemegeton deals with the evocation of hierarchical spirits and claims to be translated from the Hebrew; its earliest examples are in French (17th Cent.) The book is divided into four parts which control the offices of all spirits at the operator’s will. The opening rites are those of Lucifer, Bel, Astaroth and other infernal entities. It is entitled Goetia (Greek for witchcraft) and contains the forms of conjuration for the 72 chief devils, their ministers, giving an account of their powers and offices. The second part: Theurgia Goetia, deals with the spirits of the cardinal points and their inferiors. The third book is called the Pauline Art and concerns the Angels of the Hours of the Day and Night and the zodiacal signs. The fourth book, the Almadel enumerates four other choirs of spirits. </span><br />
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The Catholic Press, in its report of the annual celebration of the Rosebank College, thus refers to the doings of Miss Leila Waddell, daughter of Mr. D. Waddell, of Stewart-street, Bathurst: —"A marked feature of the performance on last Tuesday was the violin playing of Miss Waddell. The mastery that this young lady has acquired over the difficult instrument is something wonderful in one so young. She plays with delightful grace and ease—all the technical difficulties vanishing before her touch. Nor is this superior proficiency in technique her only merit. She is besides a real musician, and plays with rare sympathy and power. Readers of the "Catholic Press" will re- member that we referred in high terms of praise to the young lady's performance on the violin at an entertainment given in the Convent School. Bathurst, in honour of the Hierarchy of Australasia on the occasion of their visit that city, to assist at the solemn re-opening and dedication of the Cathedral. Since then, however, she has made marked progress, and there can be no doubt now but that she will largely add to the fame that Australia is acquiring as being a land whose children are pre-eminently gifted with high musical ability. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">I was very fortunate since I secured a 20 weeks excellent engagement to tour Scotland and the provinces a fortnight after my arrival—and have met with great success. Six weeks in beautiful Scotland, Manchester, Cardiff, Bradford, Leeds. Dublin, Newcastle, Nottingham, Hull, Liverpool, Birmingham, Black- pool, Bournemouth, so am having an excellent opportunity of seeing the midlands and great manufacturing towns, In Glasgow I met some relatives. My uncle, R. D. Waddell, is a very wealthy man and collector of famous violins. He owns the celebrated ' Betts Strad,' the fancy price or value of which is £5000, and the best Guadagnini in the world which he has presented to me—a noble instrument with a tone like a cello— for which Hart of London has a ready buyer for £3000—so that I consider myself extremely lucky in owning such a celebrated instrument. My uncle's collection also embraces two find Amatis, two Joseph Guarnerius—two Jacob Stainers a carlo Bergonzi. Vuil- laume, Laudolphi, a maggini Viole, and some splendid cellos— The Betts Strad is the envy of all dealers—it has the most silvery tone, luscious quality— a very beautiful instrument—25 violins, and historical bows—The whole collection is valued at £50,000. I played on all the violins whilst staying at my Uncle's house, and was in my element. I thought Edinburgh a very lovely city with its interesting, old castles and world famous Princess Street. Such a winter, ever so much snow, but I have enjoyed it thoroughly. The Country clad in white is a veritable fairyland to me, especially the leafless trees which add a note of weirdness. English people consider it a phenomenal winter heavy show in March being almost unknown for a generation. I am sorry to have missed the Opera at Convent Garden, but am looking forward to the Wagner festival at Bayreuth in July, a whole week of Wagner-including the Ring. I am well booked ahead for engagements, so cannot agree with the theory that it is foolish for Australians to come to London. Yours faithfully LEILA WADDELL On Tour, </span></span></div>
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Dear Mr. Editor,—After leaving Birmingham upon the completion of a highly successful and thoroughly enjoyable tour, I went to Bournemouth, where I played at two performances a day for one month, under Mr. T. J. West's management, and, being in my best solo form, quite crept into the hearts of those enthusiastic people who form absolutely some of the most musical and critical audiences in England. They have been splendidly educated by the excellent opportunities offered at the Winter Gardens by Mr. Dan Godfrey and his fine orchestra, so that they insist upon listening only to the best music.
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<span style="color: black;">Then I returned to London, and all its manifold wonders struck me afresh after my 20 weeks absence. The streets seemed so busy after the provincial towns, and I felt that it was good to again watch that rushing tide of humanity, also the veritable monarch of the streets—the London omnibus— which seems to me the most popular vehicle in the wide world, in spite of the fact that it possesses less inherent romance than any other knows means of transit. And although the method of the omnibus is essentially one of leisured dignity, the colossal traffic on the streets forbids anything else. It is the attempt of the motor buses to override existing conditions that has resulted in their co-operative failure, for rushing along at a restless pace they not infrequently find an ignominious resting-place in the gutter— what time that unrivalled master of repartee, the driver of a passing omnibus, makes amusing remarks, such as "Any dead 'uns this time, Bill?" I think that the chief glory of the omnibus is in the splendid opportunity it affords for easy and restful surveys of the city, when time is of no particular importance, and close inspection not convenient; and there is so much going on simultaneously that one is sure to be entertained, amused, and interested all the time. The taxi-cab has become tremendously popular, and is indeed a delightfully comfortable way of getting about, and seems very cheap for the first eight pence, but after that the two-pences seem to register with amazing rapidity. Although there are many hundreds of taximetres in London, it is very difficult to secure one after the theatre, especially in Piccadilly Circus or Leicester Square where the theatres are so congested. But what struck me most of all upon my return to this marvellous city was the unparalleled beauty of the parks. Hitherto, I had only seen the leafless trees in November, looking very quaint but decidedly bleak, so that my first glimpse of them clad in their summer glory simply delighted me. What a wonderful place Hyde Park is? In the heart of it one could almost imagine oneself in the country, with hundreds of sheep grazing, quite unconcerned at the increasing procession of carriages, motors and horsemen. Then the Serpentine is so beautiful, and most popular for boating. And the fairy-like trees, with their dainty foliage and varied greens are so much more beautiful than anything we get in Australia or New Zealand. There are two delightfully pretty spots in Hyde Park (one near Queen's Gate and the other nearer to Kensington Gardens), which always remind me of scenes in the "Midsummer Night's Dream," and "As You Like It." Well, there are so many diversions in London, and I seem to have wandered far from my subject, for I meant to talk of matters musical. During the musical season in May and June, when for two weeks in May there were on an average 50 concerts a week (Thing of it as compared with all the concerts in Australia in a year). I heard Ysaye and Pugno in three Sonata recitals, each of which proved memorable performances, for both violinist and pianist were artists of absolutely equal calibre, and I shall never forget their wonderful rendering of the celebrated "Kreutzer Sonata" ; then that truly delightful violinist, Fritz Kreisher, who plays old-world music, collected in many instances from the old monasteries, and arranged by himself; also the technically perfect Jaques Thiband, whose beautiful tone and dainty style of playing sounded to perfection at his recital in the Bechstein Hall. An interesting feature was the presence of every celebrated violinist—in London for the season. They were scattered all over the hall, and formed a most critical, but enthusiastic, audience. During his performance of the "Bach Chaconne," Thiband's "E" string broke, and Kubelik (who was present) had the very same experience in the same solo a week later at the Queen's Hall, a truly strange coincidence! Kubelik returned from Australia with a warmth of tone and abundance of expression, which he lacked when I heard him in Brisbane, and it was much commented upon in London. His playing simply forms the embodiment of executive genius, and at his two recitals he was in magnificent form. I also heard Busoni, Godowsky, Montz Rosenthal, and many lesser lights in the pianofore world. I can- not say which of those four really great artists I preferred, each was wonderful in his own way. There were delightful vocal recitals by Elena Gerhardt, Marie Breme and Nordica, endless delightful orchestral concerts conducted by Arthur Nikisch, Weingartner, Richter, Dr. Cowen, Henry Woods, also Thomas Beecham, who conducts the new Symphony Orchestra, and who, by the way, is a son of the celebrated Beecham's pill man. I must not forget to tell you of Vea-dimer de Pachmann, the greatest Cho- pin player in existence, who gave a wonderfully enjoyable Chopin recital at the Queen's Hall. It was indescribably beautiful—his conceptions of that great master are unrivalled. He is very eccentric, and at times almost pantomimic in his gestures; for in- stance, whilst playing a most delightful passage he turns to the audience, saying "Isn't that lovely? Last time I played it differently, but I think I prefer this reading." Ah, you are so good to listen to me." I am sorry, I have forgotten the 'A flat' ballade (touching his forehead); it is gone, but I shall play you the 'Fantasie Im- promptu' instead." Most of his re- marks were addressed to Marie Corelli who sat in the front row of the sofa stalls, facing the great Pachmann. I saw "The Merry Widow" four times, to which Londoners proved so faithful for two years, and enjoyed very much the delightful acting of Lily Elsie and Joseph Coyne. Huntley Wright was inimitable in the "King of Cadonia," and Ellaline Terris proved most dainty in the name part of "The Dashing Little Duke." Ger- tie Miller and Edmund Payne and George Grossmith carry off the honours in ''Our Miss Gibbs." Rost Stahle was excellent in "The Chorus Lady," and in that very clever comedy "What Every Woman Knows." Gerald Du Maurier, Hilda Trevelyan and Edmund Gwenn acted most beautifully. Julia Neilson and Fred Terry made a huge success with "Henry of Navarrai," as did Guitz in his powerful French plays at the Adelphi. Weedon Grossmith has made a big hit in "Mr. Preedy and the Countess," and Irene Vanburgh is drawing London to see her as "The Woman in the Case," also Marie Tem- pest in "Penelope," and "The Best People at Wyndham's" is a big success. The bollies always provide a delightful evening's amusement in their imitations and burlesques, and Adelaide Genee is fascinating crowded audiences nightly at the Empire with her wonderful dancing, in whose particular dainty and fairy-like style she stands alone. I have seen all these productions, so you see I am making good use of my time. Then last, but not least, the Covent Garden grand opera season. What a quaint old building, and what an extraordinary position next to the markets! I though the design, with so many tiers of boxes most fascinating, especially when one saw those boxes occupied by beautifully dressed woman, with their dazzling displays of diamonds. Such marvellous wealth is almost appalling, especially after the opera, when one sees unfortunate beggars crouched against the market walls, looking absolutely hungry. I saw Tetrazina in the "Rigolette," "Traviata," "Lucia di Lammermoor," and "La Sonnambula," and thought her extremely overrated, for although a better actress, as a singer and artiste she does not compare with Melba. Her upper register is marvellous in its strength and beauty of tone, especially from C to F, but she gets the effects in a most inartistic way, and her lower register is very ordinary indeed. Rumour hath it that she will not sing at Covent Garden next year. And every- where one could hear complaints of Melba being so much missed. Kirkby Lunn (the only great English lady vocalist) possesses a most beautiful voice, and she used it to perfection in "Aide" and Samson," and "Delila," and her rendering of the famous excerpt (so often heard on the concert platform) in the second act, was truly magnificent. Mdlle. Destinn, the famous young dramatic soprano, made a delightful "Madam Butterfly." I also heard the great Scotti and Sammarco, Zenatello and Anselmi during the season. Fortunately, some friends of mine had a box, and so I saw the operas under most luxurious conditions, and shall always remember the season with great pleasure. I have played at many "At Homes," including one at the house of Mr. Alfred Beit, the South African millionaire, for which I received the magnificent fee of 3o guineas. I also played at the Ritz Hotel, Savoy and Waldorf. On August 30, I began a 15 weeks' tour as conductor and leader of the ladies' band in George Edwards and Charles Frohman's production of Strauss' "Waltz Dream." I am to be paid an excellent salary, and only 20 minutes playing at each performance, in the band stand on the stage, second act, which is supposed to be a Viennese Garden. In my next, I shall tell you of my visit to Bayrenth. With kind regards to all in dear old Bathurst. LIELA WADDELL. </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Illustration: Barry Van-Asten</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE PAINS OF ANGELDOM</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">BY BARRY VAN-ASTEN</span>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dedicated to the inspirational A. L. May, Doctor and High Priestess </span></em></span></div>
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“When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over”
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Sappho</em>
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‘The author has produced this poem from an earlier epic poem in three parts which no longer survives in the hands of the poet. The original was a philosophical tract on the nature of love in the style of Byron and the only copy in existence remains in the hands of Miss H___ K___, with whom the author was in correspondence, and who at the time of writing was residing in Moscow, Russia. The poem was originally titled ‘Sirenia and Worstier’ and was begun in 1992. This poem has gone through several changes and reflects the different aspects the poet has encountered since that first MS many years ago.’
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<em>Rev. Unwin Bishop. M.A.</em>
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Persons of the poem
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Worstier………………..A Priest (who is in love with Sirenia).
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<span style="color: black;">Sirenia………………….A Priestess (who lusts after young girls). </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Leala……………………Sirenia’s young handmaiden.
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<span style="color: black;">Kiloora…………………A Maiden of the Moon. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Autral…………………..Novice Moon Maiden.
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<span style="color: black;">Gilcorinth………………An Athenian Giant.
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<span style="color: black;">Michael……………...…Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">Gabriel…………………Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">Raphael………………...Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">Uriel……………………Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">Azrael…………………..Archangel, the Angel of Death.
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<span style="color: black;">Earlas…………………...The Winter Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">The Chorus.
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<span style="font-size: large;">PART I
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">
THE WHITE TEMPLE</span>
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<em>The Temple of the White Goddess</em>
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Chorus
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Here beginneth the song!
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Worstier
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The grand illusion – death unstirred
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<span style="color: black;">By the pagan joy of word;
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<span style="color: black;">The golden locks upon your head,
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<span style="color: black;">Floral scented, crowns the bed,
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<span style="color: black;">Of symbol slain and cipher drawn:
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<span style="color: black;">The riddle of the unicorn!
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<span style="color: black;">Your breasts, the fount of world’s desire
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<span style="color: black;">Are white as snow and warm with fire –
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<span style="color: black;">Your lips, a lie, as yet untold –
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<span style="color: black;">Your eyes are deathly to behold!
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<span style="color: black;">Dark, the vein that draws me near
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<span style="color: black;">The love-soaked rapture and the fear
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<span style="color: black;">Of void and vision – the eternal flame
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<span style="color: black;">That is your beauty and your name!
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By the contours of your sex, I push
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<span style="color: black;">Beyond the wet-lipped barrier, to rush
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<span style="color: black;">The red room, a golden glow of ghost –
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<span style="color: black;">Filled by the will of the Holy Host!
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The tomb is broke! Thy world’s undone!
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<span style="color: black;">Your song sighs to the evening sun!
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<span style="color: black;">Your eyes, a flash of flood and doom,
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<span style="color: black;">Basks in the after-blossom of your bloom!
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Chorus
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In her chamber the Priestess prepares for bed –
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<span style="color: black;">To her handmaid Leala, sweet words were said: </span></div>
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Sirenia
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How doth she manifest to me
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<span style="color: black;">On the pearls of immortality;
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<span style="color: black;">Where love’s lamentations, three-fold, burns
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<span style="color: black;">In this heart that desires and yearns
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<span style="color: black;">The Holy forest of your skin
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<span style="color: black;">And your universe within!
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<span style="color: black;">I have dreamt the sweet song of your name
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<span style="color: black;">And sung it softly to my shame;
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<span style="color: black;">There is no death-spun sense to this
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<span style="color: black;">Invoked song of summoned kiss!
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Leala
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I tire in dark places of a room –
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<span style="color: black;">The scent of your sadness in full bloom!
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Sirenia
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I feel myself pressed gently to
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<span style="color: black;">The silent shifting shape of you!
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<span style="color: black;">The day blown perfume of your hair
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<span style="color: black;">Framing the fairest of the fair;
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<span style="color: black;">Your lips, a sad struck symphony
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<span style="color: black;">Where I am lost in their harmony!
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<span style="color: black;">I’m there, in each curve of your frame;
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<span style="color: black;">I dance in the hollows like a flame
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the flesh where love is deep
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<span style="color: black;">In the dream sensation of sleep!
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Leala
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My lady, this is wrong by God’s will!
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<span style="color: black;">You look at me as some prey to kill!
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Sirenia
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Sweet Leala, how smooth the way
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<span style="color: black;">Night drifts towards the light of day;
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<span style="color: black;">‘Tis like some fever, some feminine ache
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<span style="color: black;">That must delight and pleasure make.
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<span style="color: black;">For ‘tis like my heart is incomplete
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<span style="color: black;">And sorrow’s tongue reigns long and sweet
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the fruit of sisterhood
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<span style="color: black;">That fascinates my every mood!
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Leala
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Mistress, you touch me as a man would do,
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Sirenia
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<span style="color: black;">
Leala, I love you! I love you! I love you!
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<span style="color: black;">I love you and I kiss your breasts:
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<span style="color: black;">My hunger for you never rests!
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<span style="color: black;">See softly, how the flowered ellipse
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<span style="color: black;">Curves to beauty’s flame – I part
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<span style="color: black;">The moist passion of your ruby lips
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<span style="color: black;">To yield the mystery of this great art!
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Chorus
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And mistress and maid, in sweet passion lay
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<span style="color: black;">In each others arms till break of day!
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<span style="color: black;">But from the vast contours of sleep
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<span style="color: black;">Where kisses are for those to keep,
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<span style="color: black;">The dim fields of fear…
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<span style="color: black;">The ghost of sadness lies aslant!
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<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
What wind of witchcraft brings thee here?
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<span style="color: black;">What ache of perverse enchantment?
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Gilcorinth
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Sun of glory, that parts thy passion
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<span style="color: black;">To linger on thine ghost-blown lips:
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<span style="color: black;">See me resurrected in thy fashion
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That ascends thy veiled beauty, and slips
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<span style="color: black;">Exhausted in hunger, curled to the tomb!
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<span style="color: black;">This shalt be thy senseless doom,
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where angels, dark and incomplete
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<span style="color: black;">Grow sad to see such hate in thee;
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<span style="color: black;">Born of fear that’s quick to meet
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<span style="color: black;">The attraction of love’s enemy!
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<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Ah, but the soul in its surrender
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<span style="color: black;">Constructs folly as its defender!
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Gilcorinth
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
There is no truth! Thus then a lie
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Are all aeons bound by supreme
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<span style="color: black;">Faith, that when we come to die
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And unfold secrets of our mortal scheme,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">To find words false and shaped by power –
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Those building blocks of Babel’s Tower!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And God’s sickness then will all but show
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Existence is the mask of sin –
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">This we see and this we know:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We are alone! Sleep’s destined to win
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now that the winds of old Athens has blown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A dim-sulky moon… we are alone!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Alone, alone, who can foretell
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">What space of being concludes this hell?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What mannequin of madness? Swift was this
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Life resolved in nothingness!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet conscience wills it ‘ere be done
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By the constant thickening of the blood;
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<span style="color: black;">The inward moving brain… alone!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Unchecked by the beat of brotherhood;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Unmasked by the emblems of decay!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And beauty, wayward, oft’ has passed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the eternal energies of the day!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Uriel
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The dark destruction in the mind;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The inward light that cannot see
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The fearful course of love that’s blind
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the first stages of its infancy!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Ah, when I am fodder in the rapture of the gaping grave,
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There shall the heart lie easy in despair;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There shall the heart both bold and brave
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Find a love that was not there!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Gilcorinth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Alone! Yet we seek a richer isle
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">(If not to die, then)
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Arm in arm, with lips to spoil!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
See how cruelly she doth tread
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Among the living and the dead!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Michael
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The hand of time is at thy throat;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine hour nears – it is thy bloom!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The hooves of the infernal goat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tramples in the temple’s gloom!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy body’s weary earth-born clay
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lies crushed – Dawn signals the day!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Azrael
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Onward brothers, onward, fight ye,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Languish not ye in despair!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The heathen hand is raised to smite thee:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rejoice in blood – in my name, swear!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Ere I lift a lamp to light ye:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fill thine hearts and sing mine prayer!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
She comes to brood on battle, thus –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Gabriel
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hark! For nature, she doth weep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And glance at death with iron will,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where sentinels in their swordless sleep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fall lifeless! Trumpets in the wind doth fill
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The warrior air! She has come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To curse the living God, our King
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose course is set for man’s freedom,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all the misery it will bring.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, the hearts of men refrain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To sing and praise His Holy name!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With no salvation – this be truth:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soldiers lie dead – uniformed youth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The call to arms – all hath fled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And left their enemy for dead!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The sleep of ages stained with blood –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Baptism of our Brotherhood!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Azrael
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Rejoice; for the hour is nigh at hand;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where battles won for love of land
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And </span><span style="color: black;">God – seat me at His command!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Here, the naked mind repels
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The inward spark, the ray of light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That fascinates these living cells
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Which reproduce both day and night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The doom collective, sometimes called
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To part the veil – enlightenment!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In strange descent: the body walled –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Confined to sense and element!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Gilcorinth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
No sense of God; no future scored,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through matter, worn, the sphere has shown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is nought in nature, no God adored,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In all creation – we are alone!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And now his revels hath begun,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To mutinous music, in bloom;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What devil comes and curses the sun,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fleet-winged of the moon?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Earlas
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Spin, the winter, cold and wild,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hasten to its secrets, coiled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">About the trees where tempests set
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hearts aflame! Where moon is met
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In silence – doth thou not adore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The wonder-mask of winter’s lure?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, glories given and denied
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are trinkets worn by winter’s bride!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">See, she dances in the snow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where vast rivers through the valleys flow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into regions that seldom weep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And Kingdoms that will never sleep!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hark! A tip-toe on the white
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sheet of ice throughout the night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is heard; It is her queenly feet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Moving slowly and discreet.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her frosty fingers can create
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Great palaces of ice, ornate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Cathedrals made of snow –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beneath the winter moon, aglow!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The queen shall bid you sleep no more
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When winter knocks upon the door!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And winter’s spell is woven thick
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the land! This chaotic
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Orb of reason, is beyond
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The wealth of knowledge at our hand!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
There is eternal glory and all is made
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where Kingdoms strain upon Kingdom’s shade!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My eyes, I hide, for my wild heart ached,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Though nothing masked death’s scent in the air,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That like a hideous serpent, snaked
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Over the field of glory and despair!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And by the wandering vista of an ancient wood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By a lonely lake’s darkened ebb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A nightingale flapped, caught in the mud
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And soon it would be dead!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Life and death in the wood, all around,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet how could I see its blue plumes browned?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the hills of Arcadia, there is joyful dance
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To glimpse his fleecy-golden thighs:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Goat-man-god in cloven prance
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On the river bank, in disguise –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Aphrodite among the willow reeds, and
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With her alabaster hands, she shook
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A shower of light upon the land –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Moon-beams from her hair that struck…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her ashen skin showed meandering veins
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like streams, untroubled by the sun’s strains.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou art delirious
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And although the harp lingered long –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I was already heavy in my heart of song!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worse, thou art mad!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thy lithe limbs as a serpent, coil
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">About maidens’ throats that for thee toil –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In moonlight bathe their beautiful feet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With the dew of lust that’s nectar sweet;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Witch, with all thy charms, you make
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The maidens of the woodlands shake
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And hide their bodies in silver sheets
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And blood runs to a heart that beats
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wild to the stroke of your dark touch, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Where fancy always fairs too much!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And this our great passion, stained
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By lips of loveliness that remained
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Locked to the ghost of womanhood –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Feasting on feminine hearts and blood!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like a vampire, swift you weave
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> Tales of sensual lusts to deceive
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A pure heart, a girl now grown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the seductive sunset you have shown.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thrill to the touch of harpy hands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where once was light now darkness stands!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But lady, there is still the sun;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Still its magnificent force to come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And part thy prison gates asunder
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And plant within thy walls of thunder
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The seed of man – Fool! Don’t you see,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast long been the victim of devilry!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy gaze was long, too long for some
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But hark to the sounding of the drum –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its love-taps filter upon the breast;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its beat and boom serves thee no rest –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Go, and seek thy languorous love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the foothills and above;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Court thy sterile chant of lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That crumbles in the hands as dust.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">One touch, one kiss and all is gone –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mistress, let thy work be done!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-size: large;">PART II
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE RED TEMPLE</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>The Temple of the Blood Moon</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia the Priestess is stirring in her chamber and beside her is the beautiful body of her young Moon Maiden, Kiloora, for the night was spent in red ecstasy!
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I shall awake to the tempest sigh of love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Gorged on girlhood’s timeless shell;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Struck by nature’s breast, I move
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Closer to midnight and its spell!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And passion’s ghost shifts to a sigh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where my lips sing from night till day…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her name upon the wind shall cry
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And turn my heart to stone. I pray
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon she who loves my beauty best;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She who clings upon my breast…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In softness didst she manifest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The slender curve of neck and thigh,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till love consumed us with no rest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In crescents favourable to the eye;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thrice were two souls born and blessed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With the sacred words of joy!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia kisses Kiloora and she awakes.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The inner spark of madness, unwind
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The crafted horrors of the mind!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kiloora
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My gift of girldom; my body pure;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My sweet flesh sacred to your allure!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Dear child, the night still clings upon this place
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As I gaze long upon your face
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And press my lips against your brow:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Look! See love upon me now
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And know that all I say and do
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is ever, to the thought of you!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kiloora
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kiss me Sirenia, see day swept back
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To midnight last when ‘twas foretold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That love would run with waters black
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To see a broken heart turn cold!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
As nature cleaves – breathe we then
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the breast, sinister, and sing –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Song
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>
O my love, this very day,
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Sorrow was born upon your brow –
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Tell me, tell me, won’t you tell me
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>What wonders you feel now?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you feel the soft wind rush?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you feel the ocean sway?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you feel my lips that crush
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>All thoughts of gloom away?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em></em> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>
O my love, this very day,
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Sorrow was born upon your brow –
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Tell me, tell me, won’t you tell me
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>What wonders you see now?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you see how pale girls blush?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you see how sweet they play?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you see the bluebells brush
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Those dappled woods far away?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em></em> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>
O my love, this very day,
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Sorrow was born upon your brow –
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Tell me, tell me, won’t you tell me
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>What wonders you hear now?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you hear the lonesome thrush?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you hear its tender tones stray?
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Can you hear the staccatoed lush </em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>
When birds sing long in May?</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am immersed in the nature of your name
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And compose litanies of desire…</span><span style="color: black;">Love’s fame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is wide and finds me subtle of mood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Deep in the rhythm of solitude
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That winds from afar… It is known
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That love cannot blossom on its own!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Two lovers on an evening shore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bathe by moonlight and unlock
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Their souls to beauty’s birth once more
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And dance as gods of old, to mock
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Those frames of ill and pallid gait
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To shield their love, if not too late
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And to the arms of Prometheus, vaunt,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That thief of gods with fiery flaunt!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The red stains on his daring hands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And dragged across old Athens,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Forever in its mysteries:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dread city of tragedies!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To pluck at a vanishing ether trail
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That zephyr across an ivory sky;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rolls by unfurling its gossamer sail
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the musical sphere rushes by!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I heard the midnight flower calling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where maidens met its sweet tones falling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On the banks of great Nile, where we
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With Isis mourned Osiris – slew
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And cast on the water by his enemy –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Typhon, struck the corpse shell, blue.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And love will hold us in its hands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till time is no more on these sands!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kiloora</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
An eternity of song… nay ‘tis too long,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dare we descry nature’s song?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Love is like a pleasured garden,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It holds surprises and constant change;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Tis nature tamed to our desires…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kiloora
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But nature tamed is nature wronged
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all our splendorous work is black:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let love, like nature, be forever o’ergrown,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For nature’s o’ergrown!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Note: </span><span style="color: black;">After Sirenia is found in the arms of Kiloora, Leala takes poison and dies. Sirenia, realising her true love in her unhappiness wanders the earth in search of forgiveness. Worstier searches for her but dies alone – the enchantment and the curse.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Leala
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Undone, my world is thoughtless dust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And empty is my poisonous womb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of all the love I did entrust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The torturous horrors of the tomb!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Refrain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From monster lusts that were your own
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Temples of insensate shame;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Degrees of despair and desire, enflame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The spinster heart to wonders…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Name
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The foul deeds that were sown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By harpy hands from the unknown! </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
There is a disturbance in the Temple and Leala is found dead in her room. In another part of the Temple Sirenia is entertaining Kiloora, when she receives a knock upon the door.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sentinel
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My Lady, grave news to thine ears –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Leala is dead within these walls;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her sweet face has the trace of tears –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is sadness sweeping through these halls!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia falls to the floor and is helped to her bed whereupon the sentinel exits and Kiloora comforts the Priestess and bathes her with kisses.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Starbright, the menace of years
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hungers for her bloodless womb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That to the midnight, solemn, stirs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the entrance of a tomb;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where moonlight casts her silver skin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like lanterns lit, and doom
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is still before our maiden’s slit
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of silence in her room!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But weep no more, for she has come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To build with balanced bloom –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tragedy, struck thy features numb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the glamour and the gloom!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kiloora
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My Lady, thy words are dark and drear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And love is far of mind, I fear.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I tire of love and life and light –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Death is sweet upon lips tonight!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And winter brings a sickness, swift
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where beauty blights this earthly gift
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of love… </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I want no light, save only the moon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And a memory of love’s disturbed fortune…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oh Leala forgive me, forgive me Leala
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the name of love!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia enters the room of Leala whose body is laid upon the bed with a candle burning at each corner. Next to her, keeping vigil is the young novice moon maiden Autral.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
That which drew me long ago
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To moonlit maidens, white as snow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To chambers sweetened by her breath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And this subtle scintillating death;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Born of woman’s ancient reign
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To echo in the sensual brain.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I am that I am that I may keep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strength in sad enlightened sleep!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Autral
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Delight in madness and purple prayer
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And satiate thy body, fair…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The tragedy of hearts, compete
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For love’s eternal blossom, sweet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where desire burns of ways unknown,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tramples on the sacred throne
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Within the ornamental night, aglow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In her cerements of sorrow!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And uplifted, I raise thee by the hand
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To whisper love words… The air is fanned
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From eastern shores, where girls adore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The bounds of love for evermore!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The candles are slowly extinguished in the four corners by Autral.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Autral
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Candle, extinguished in the gloom
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto infinity, thy barren womb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lies betwixt a mournful hour,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the scent-filled air of darkened bower,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where love remains, to ghostly touch,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Viewed for evermore, as such!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My mistress of the Gods, for shame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath offered up her Holy name
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And struck with wretched light, her shell,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Robed in the scarlet blush of hell!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sirenia
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Awake, dear heart, awake:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love’s fortune on this eve doth break!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
As the final candle is extinguished, Sirenia falls to the floor in tears, helped to her feet by Autral, who will remain with the young maiden’s body till dawn. Sirenia will stay also!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-size: large;">PART III
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">
THE BLACK TEMPLE</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>The Temple of the Dark Sister</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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The next day Sirenia who has not slept lies next to the body of Leala and the moon maiden Autral, who sat with them all night in the chamber, stirs Sirenia from her weird grief as Leala’s body must be prepared for interment. In the coming days Sirenia befalls a great sickness and is close to death!
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Worstier returns to the Temple following the great battle in which he was wounded!
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Worstier
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Through Death’s meandering ‘twas love
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<span style="color: black;">That kept my mind to thoughts above
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<span style="color: black;">The sick twisted body and bowel that lay
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<span style="color: black;">Like battlefield mushrooms that spray
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<span style="color: black;">And sprout throughout the wood
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<span style="color: black;">Crimson in the tide of blood!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I have seen oblivion at my hand
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And rejoiceth still at courage fanned
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<span style="color: black;">Through rank to cut down and reap;
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<span style="color: black;">Let the battlefield through centuries sleep!
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Worstier is taken aside and given the sad news. On hearing of Sirenia’s death after her great sickness, Worstier, after visiting the burial site retires into the wilderness in pain and grief at the loss of his love whom did not return that love and in the days and weeks alone Worstier succumbs to madness.
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Worstier
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
I walked the Olympian mountains, blue;
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<span style="color: black;">Where the ocean meets the sky;
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<span style="color: black;">Where my tired limbs and frail heart knew,
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<span style="color: black;">Solitude served, my bones shall lie,
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<span style="color: black;">As dust on nature’s carpet, bright,
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<span style="color: black;">Where my mind is a wandering shade
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That searched for love’s quintessential rite,
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<span style="color: black;">Divine and unafraid
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<span style="color: black;">Of life’s delicate twists of loneliness
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<span style="color: black;">That echoes to the strain
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<span style="color: black;">Of desolation’s dim regress:
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<span style="color: black;">Man’s suffering and pain!
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And I lay me down within a cave
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That looked upon a stream;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And sweet kisses to the air, </span><span style="color: black;">I gave,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And more than this! – I dream,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That love was somehow born to me
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And love to me was shown;
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<span style="color: black;">Love content within my own
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<span style="color: black;">Shoots of sad insanity!
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<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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Fair, the form of love, rejoicing;
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<span style="color: black;">The flame of female passion, enticing
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A dream of sacred lips, to spell
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The words of lust – this inmost hell!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And of its name, they dare not tell,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For fortune sees no parallel
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Within this earth-void, sphere… we sing
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Of the winter and the spring!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Azrael
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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Mine child, thine kisses reign from afar,
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<span style="color: black;">Though lift them not the dead to live;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thou hast grown dim to thine sunlit star
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That has wearied unto treasures… Give
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thine spirit peace, for blessed art thou
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">By the love of god! Foresee,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thine love raised in excellence now,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">By god’s side, rejoiceth she,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thine love didst tread the water’s deep
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">With echoes measureless, to keep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The frightful, dim world, far away –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Far from the night and far from the day!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier in the depths of madness denies his body food and water that his death may result!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Dung – thy features,
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<span style="color: black;">Dung – thy mood;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Dung – thy Fatherland
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And thy blood!
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Wine – thy Brotherhood,
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<span style="color: black;">Wine – thy song;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wine – thy servant, good,
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<span style="color: black;">And strong!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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Worstier
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Love hath coursed its sad decline
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Through this ghostly heart of mine!
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Gilcorinth
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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Alone, alone, who can foretell
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">What space of being concludes this hell?
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Love was ever at my side
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">But never walked she as my bride!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Gilcorinth</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Alone, alone, there is no doubt:
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">‘Twas witchcraft turned thee inside out!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
These avenues of love and regret,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Where our eyes ‘neath the moon were met
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Brought idle mind to madness, damned
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And heartache at our plans un-planned!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The misery, the bold enchantment, born
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the errors of the dawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where magic deep in hollows, dwelt;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its thick light by mortal hands was felt!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And so I came upon her sweet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In darkened idyll, my heart, fleet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of flutter, I bared all, in fear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of defeat, which swift came clear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To purpose and to my own shame:
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I have carried since her sacred name!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Lust – the sum of our existence
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where passion-hungry eyes are met;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lust, in all directions, no resistance
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And no restrictions upon it set!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I see her now, her form reclined
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the hollows of my mind;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her golden hair which frames her face;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her eyes like opals set with grace
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the soft white scented skin:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love echoed through my soul within!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Drawn by witchcraft wildly wove
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With the weaving of my love!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Resist temptation, you must uphold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine honour and her memory, bold!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Azrael
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come thee close and die, brave son
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of midnight! Think not of things not done!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The light is fearful that you behold:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Die, and let thy tale be told!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The error of my judgement, keen;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That which made me this obscene!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In dark caverns shall I ceaseless, grow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Towards this torment and sorrow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My mind, occupied by her name;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The intensity of my heart aflame!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I go, for darkness ushers in a mood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That poisons, sweeping through my blood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To drift through barren soul, and ache: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Forgive me, for I rave and rove
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon a world… that which I take
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And that, which I leave, is love!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chorus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Death’s dirge hath ‘ere begun
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the down-going of the sun; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
At the hour when the noble mind
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is deep in its extremity, reclined
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon some misfortune! See,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How woman’s love and fidelity
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Born of passion, so they say,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lie measureless at the naked day,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Struck with the light of something more
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Than a mere curiosity to adore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And worship in some sunlit grove…
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Priestess, I have seen how love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Destroys the mind and corrupts mankind,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Poor fools of creatures, sick and blind!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Worstier
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Spectre, ghastly at my side,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My mind is immeasurably wide
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the contours of my ruin, spell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">An eternity in Hell!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Azrael
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sleep, and think no more of love;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Think not how beauty still can move
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The heart to heights and stir the soul
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To delights indescribable which roll
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With thunderous passion; two become
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">One light of life… but I am numb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And tire of praising love! Sleep,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Give those without, time to weep!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
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politeness, tact, discretion, care for the feeling of others, I am weary of it.
I say today: to hell with Christianity, Rationalism, Buddhism, all the lumber
of the centuries. I bring you a positive and primeval fact, Magic by name; and
with this I will build me a new Heaven and a new Earth. I want none of your
faint approval or faint dispraise; I want blasphemy, murder, rape, revolution,
anything, bad or good, but strong.’ <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Friday 31st August. 9.30 p.m. Asana: my position. End at 10.00 p.m. <br />
Saturday 1st September. 5.30 p.m. Asana: the Dragon position. Quite comfortable
and I could have done much longer but I ended the work at 5.55 p.m. I then made
my confirmation, swearing an oath of my acceptance of CCXX. Also that I,
______, shall undertake an indefinite period of Jugorum, concerning
‘forgetfulness to say will’ before meals. This I proclaimed facing north
towards Boleskine, before the Ipsissimus. [an image of Crowley in the sign of
Pan]. Preparations began for a rite of Jupiter working, an evocation of
Hismael. I constructed the circle and the triangle of art, prepared the incense,
the seal (planetary seal) and the square (of Jupiter). The triangle was set
with the sigil of Hismael. The working is closely based on that of Crowley’s
Bartzabel working, a charging of the Talisman. All preparations were ready at
10.30 p.m. and the rite was to commence at 11.00 p.m. – the objective: harmony
in my work and strength to my will. Also a third and secret objective to be
drawn unto me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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I. α) Banishing. β) Consecration. <br />
II. Invocations. <br />
III. The Charge of the Talisman. <br />
IV. The Benediction. <br />
V. The Licence to Depart. <br />
VI. Closing Ceremony. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Declaration to Adonai. Purification: anointing of the forehead, wrists, heart
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I. Banishing: Lesser Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and the Hexagram.
Consecration. Enter the circle. Light the candle. <br />
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II. ‘Hail unto thee, Ra Hoor Khuit’ etc (see Bartzabel working part II) to ‘Dog
of evil’. Incense and declaration: ‘I, _______’ etc – ‘And this my purpose is
fivefold’ etc. (Bartzabel). <br />
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The Invocations begin. The God= EL; the Archangel= Tzadquiel; the Intelligence=
Iophiel and the Spirit= Hismael. <br />
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III. The Charge of the Talisman. [planet: Tzedek in Hebrew]. ‘I charge thee, in
the name of Iophiel, Tzadquiel [etc] to entereth within this talisman and
charge it with thy force of Jupiter. May thee bring about my will, in peace and
harmony, and let the charge be swift and powerful, that no opposing force shall
distract it, that it shall flow unrestricted and direct unto the object of my
will. And shall ye be ever ready to come before me, to serve me, whensoever
thou art invoked and called forth, whether by a word, or a will, or by this
great and potent conjuration of Magick Art. Amen’. <br />
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The solar current is directed towards the talisman. And lo! A light brighter
than the candle didst appear, of soft, warm light, glowing as of aethyr flame.<br />
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IV. The Benediction. [see Bartzabel] <br />
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V. The Licence to Depart. [see Bartzabel] <br />
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VI. The Closing Ceremony. The Lesser Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and the
Hexagram. 11.30 p.m. The ritual is at an end and the circle and the triangle of
art are destroyed! <br />
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Sunday 2nd September. 01.30 a.m. An unsought altering of consciousness. My
astral body was forcibly being manipulated, twisted in all directions. I
returned to consciousness at 06.30 a.m. My vigil is strong – nothing passes my
lips before ‘will’ is said! 7.05 p.m. Asana: legs crossed (EP). Dharana on the
Hexagram – the red descending triangle (Macrocosm: Horus). The blue ascending
triangle (Microcosm: Man). I saw how the internal strives to communicate with
the external, via a system of sounds (vibrations), yet each understandeth not!
I began with the mantra: ‘Do what thou wilt’ and changes it to A.M.P.H. then
dropped the mantra altogether. I invoked the pentagram of Earth. I saw a
pyramid which may have been Aztec in construction and it was on a vast plain
with hills around it. The work ended at 07.40 a.m. Pain in my feet and a slight
headache which I kept as a gift all day!<br />
Monday 3rd September. A little after midnight I dreamt that I met the Devil. I
was unafraid until I thought, and it struck me: ‘but this is The DEVIL!’
Intense fear and shouting out. I woke from the dream into dream a) being
comforted by my mother and b) into reality. <br />
Saturday 8th September. The Censer and the Sword [purchased]. 11.20 p.m. and I
burnt unto the Goddess, opium, and with the sword, sang in the language of the
moon – The Adoration of Oai [Liber Stella Rubaea] <br />
Tuesday 11th September. The Vision of the Garden: I was in a garden, a sort of
alchemical garden with sweet-smelling herbs and medicinal plants. There were
roses too and other brightly coloured flowers. I could fly in this garden, but
not beyond the garden’s perimeter, for I was a prisoner of the garden, but I did
not mind as it was so tranquil and beautiful. One day, a gentleman came to the
garden and tried to persuade me to leave, saying that there are lots more
things of wonder to see beyond the garden. But I could not leave. Then, later,
I found myself in a room (which was actually a train carriage). There were two
windows and a square wooden door beside one of the windows, painted white and
about five feet from the floor (and no steps to reach it). I wanted to go
through the door but didn’t. I was reading ‘Liber Stella Rubaea’. Then I
noticed I wasn’t alone. A dark man all in black came from the shadows [the
light had faded outside the windows] and he sat next to me, shoulder to
shoulder. I saw his face and it was painted white with a painted smile over his
sad mouth. He seemed to me to be pure evil and he could not take his eyes from
me. I pushed him away several times, but in vain. I eventually returned to
consciousness, and thought of Charon and the dread River Styx in Hades! <br />
Saturday 15th September. The Cup [purchased]. <br />
Wednesday 19th September. Vision: 01.45 a.m. I found I could levitate,
propelled around the room by some ‘electrical’ force, or perhaps ‘magnetic’
current. <br />
Saturday 22nd September. A premonition concerning 156 – I received The Sacred
Magic of Abramelin the Mage and I got the material for making the Robe and
began work on it, half completing the work from 1.00-8.00 p.m. I tried to get
hold of the metal for the Crown but in vain. I began making the Ring – The Eye
of Horus in the Green of Venus. <br />
Sunday 23rd September. I finished making the Robe from 11.30-1.00 p.m. The Ring
I made yesterday is unsuitable. I have decided on the larger, snake-like
design. 10.30 p.m. – Invocation and Prayer: Abramelin. The square was drawn
earlier between 5-6 p.m. Chapter XIX – [xiv]. Beelzebub – 10.40 p.m. Talisman
[square] placed in a wallet with the Magical Link. <br />
Monday 24th September. I made the Magical Hoodwink. <br />
Tuesday 25th September. The Reversal of the Ring – [as in Liber Jugorum] began
today. The Ring, which is worn on the little finger of the right hand,
represents the psychology of the man and the adept, therefore it has a dual
nature, thus – ring worn i.e. showing = the Active aspect of the Adept. The
Ring worn with the seal not visible = the Passive aspect of the Man. When the
seal is uppermost my thoughts are turned to magical thoughts only and the Great
Work. When the seal is hidden my thoughts are of earthly, mundane ‘nothings’. I
think it shall prove to be a successful way of dividing the twin aspects of my
higher and lower self! <br />
Thursday 27th September. Robed and hooded, I got into my asana [Dragon
position] facing North and the kiblah [Boleskine House], I also used Crowley’s
‘sign of Pan’ image as a focus for the energy in the north. Dharana on the Ankh
using the mantra: A.M.P.H. which I later changed to ‘Do what thou wilt shall be
the whole of the law. Love is the law, love under will’. The Ankh was golden
upon a black veil which became flooded by LVX, and the Ankh became distorted
and changed into several variant forms which were all golden: <br />
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and I made the Kabalistic Cross. <br />
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The Ankhs are as follows: <br />
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A) The Lunar Ankh [passive] <br />
B) The Solar Ankh [active] <br />
C) The conjunction of the Active and Passive Ankh [solar/lunar]<br />
D) The Inverted Ankh<br />
E) The Inverted Reversal Ankh [active penetrating the passive – of a solar
nature] <br />
F) The Microcosmic Ankh [the Phallus, erect, emitting the elixir – see
‘Energised Enthusiasm’] <br />
G) The Microcosmic Ankh [the dew falling upon the inverted Tau, or the
celebrant] <br />
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Friday 28th September. I had the distinct impression of constriction around my
forehead, as if I were wearing a ‘crown’ – the illusion was of a high nature,
as I also had the same happen to me yesterday, and I had to check that nothing
was around my head. It felt like a metallic band, and lasted from between 5-10
minutes. <br />
Saturday 29th September. The pure oil and the pure salt attained for
consecration. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
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1. L.B.R. <br />
2. Adorations (with the signs of the grades given) <br />
3. Invocation [Horus] <br />
4. Mantra with movement [spiral dance] <br />
5. Appearance and the voice of the God etc [Horus, giving the LVX signs ‘In the
Darkness I give unto thee, the signs of Light’ – LVX]]<br />
6. The Lunar Adept has the blindfold removed [Sword with Kabalistic Cross.
Sword lowered. The signs of NOX to the initiate, including ‘Isis Rejoicing’ –
‘In the Light I give unto thee, the signs of Darkness’ – NOX] <br />
7. The administering of the sacrament [cup] <br />
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11.00 p.m. Robed, and wearing the nemyss. Asana: The Dragon. Mantra: ‘Do what
thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. Love is the law, love under will’
[aloud/active]. The intention: the conjoining of Hadit with Nuit. I began with
Dharana on the R.C. [Rosy Cross]. I then ceased the mantra and the R.C. and
concentrated on Hadit, and his union with Nuit. There was a forwards rushing
motion [‘to go’]. Tipherath, where Hadit is concealed was aflame with LVX and
Hadit and Nuit were as one in ecstasy! The practice ended at 11.25 p.m. An
unusual calm preceded the work, though on the whole, a failure! Midnight:
Abramelin. Third Chapter – square two, which I left beneath my pillow and slept
upon [Lucifer]. <br />
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Sunday 30th September. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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The Priest is seated before the Altar in meditation. The Priestess is in the
throne of the N.E. <br />
The Acolyte is in the throne of the S.E. <br />
The Acolyte rises, and knocks 1-3-7, bearing Bell, Book and Candle to the
Priest. <br />
The Priestess rises, (plays upon musical instrument). <br />
The Priest rises, and performs The Mass of the Phoenix. <br />
The Priestess plays what she will, while the Acolyte binds the Priest to the
cross, which he unveils. The Priest preaches. <br />
The Priestess plays, while the Acolyte draws the veil. <br />
The Acolyte comes forward to the Altar, and knocks 7-3-1, saying ‘Go – it is
finished’. <br />
The Priest is robed in white and gold, his breast bare. <br />
The Priestess wears a green robe. <br />
The Acolyte wears a red robe, and is girt with a sword. He may be masked. <br />
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10.15 p.m. Invocation ‘Beelzebub’. Abramelin square, Chapter XIX [the square
used in last week’s working of Sunday 23rd September. Also, last night’s
square, Chapter III – Lucifer Invocation. <br />
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Monday 1st October. I have noticed two aspects concerning the results in
Abramelin – one positive and one negative. Positive [Chapter XIX] but coming
from the wrong direction. Negative [Chapter III] seems to have counteracted
Chapter XIX, which wasn’t my intention at all. I have had these results before
when I did a talisman working [Venus] and the force was directed into the wrong
quarters, either by my own mistakes [during the oath/obligation] or to some
mischievous spirit. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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after 12.30 a.m. (concerning Abramelin) Vision: Duality (even triplicity) of
the spirit body. I was conscious of both the earth body and the spirit although
I was unable to tell them apart and know which was the real earth body.
Concerning the Invocation of Abramelin on Saturday 29th September. There was a
vast globe (planet) rolling towards me – it was red and gold. The Red= fiery
earth. Gold= the tops of the buildings and temples etc (viewed from above). As
it neared, I noticed the narrow streets and buildings formed demonic sigils,
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being raised in front of my face, as if it were pure speckled light. Darkness,
and then more visions, mostly of the Fabric nature. <br />
Tuesday 9th October. The final work is completed on the Robe and the hood. <br />
Friday 12th October. Feast Day – the birth of Therion. <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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silence. All that can be said is that Soror Lylan – energised enthusiasm,
dancing, and Frater _____ saw black hands around her. Later, in vision, an
Abramelin demon appeared behind her with its arms gripped around her. And
closer did she hold the picture of Crowley making the sign of Pan and closer
did the demon grip her. Also seen was the figure of Crowley hooded in
the sign of silence. <br />
Sunday 21st October. Vision 01.25 a.m. There are 2 fiery Gods who
were invoked into our planet which can only be steered by 1 God. But which one
is the true God? – 2= jealousy. <br />
Wednesday 24th October. I saw Soror Lylan with her arm out of the bed
holding a paint brush, adding pink paint to some painting (only her arm was
visible). Lylan said I had the ‘evil eye’ from a witch in Camden. But I
felt really protected throughout the day. <br />
Friday 26th October. We went to _______and saw about getting the material (100%
cotton) for the Robe. I said I would make Lylan one like mine. <br />
Saturday 27th October. Night – frankincense and Absinthe. <br />
Sunday 28th October. The Magical operation ended at 11.00 a.m. <br />
Tuesday 30th October. I was very ill with food poisoning from the oysters I ate
yesterday. <br />
Saturday 3rd November. 05.00 a.m. An intruder was trying to enter my flat by
trying his keys in my door and banging on the door. I reached for the magical
sword and slept with it by my side. <br />
Thursday 8th November. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;">Yet Master, why art thou sad; why
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3.00 p.m. constructed the circle and the altar with a black altar cloth. Robed
etc. 3.15 p.m. performed the banishing rituals of the Pentagram and the
Hexagram, after a declaration: ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the
law. Love is the law, love under will’. <br />
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1. Exorcised the Chalice of water, after blessing the salt: ‘Tzabaoth,
Messiach, Emanuel’ etc and repeated the ‘Psalm of David’. <br />
2. Exorcised the incense: a) good – Frankincense. ‘O God of Abraham, God of
Isaac’ etc. Sprinkle incense with purified water from the chalice. b) bad –
opium. ‘Adonai, Lazai, Delmai’ etc. <br />
3. Exorcised Candle. I used the good incense after exorcising it once more.
Sprinkle the candle with purified water – ‘I exorcise thee, O creature of wax’
etc. <br />
4. The Holy Oil. As with the good incense, except inserted – ‘Bless this
creature of oil so that it may’ etc and ‘anointing of this oil, receive health’
etc – ‘Love is the law, love under will’. [sprinkled with the water first]. <br />
5. The Ring. ‘I conjure thee, O ring, by these names’ etc after being sprinkled
with the water. <br />
6. The Robe. Sprinkled with the water – ‘I conjure thee, O robe of darkness and
of light’ etc. <br />
7. The Sword. [see the pages on ‘consecration’ in the Record]. Perform the
Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and the Hexagram reversed. Dismantled the
circle and disrobed at 3.50 p.m. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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LYLAN AND _________ <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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The Sun: The Sword: Light in Darkness. Hadit/Babalon – [Hadit in Babalon: Sun
reflected in Moon]. <br />
The Moon: The Cup: Darkness in Light. Nuit/Therion – [Nuit in Therion: Moon
reflected in Sun]. <br />
The Lesser Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and the Hexagram. <br />
The Star Ruby Ritual. The Invocation of Horus [Liber Had]. The signs given:
elements + veil (spirit) Sun to Moon. <br />
The Sun as Horus gives LVX to Moon : ‘Long hast thou dwelt in darkness, quit
the night and seek the day’. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Παν gives the signs of NOX (including Isis rejoicing) to Moon. <br />
The Sun LVX: [ Moon blindfolded]. ‘In the darkness I give unto thee the
signs of Light’. [given]. <br />
The Sun NOX: [ Moon blindfold removed]. ‘In the light I give unto thee the
signs of Darkness’. [given]. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Pentagram and the Hexagram. [The Star Ruby]. <br />
The signs are given and repeated. <br />
The Anthem [Gnostic]. <br />
The Sacrament is taken from the Cup. <br />
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The Moon takes of the Cup. The Sun holds the Sword. <br />
The Sun hands the Sword to the Moon. <br />
The Moon hands the Cup to the Sun and <br />
The Sun takes of the Cup. <br />
The Bornless Ritual or AL III. <br />
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Lylan. The poor thing is close to madness! <br />
Sunday 9th December. 3.50 p.m. I prepared my Kiblah – the sign of Παν. The
altar with a red altar cloth. The cup, sword, oil, water, candle, incense etc.
I performed the Ritual of the Mark of the Beast [Liber V vel Reguli] – The oath
of the enchantment [the elevenfold seal]. Asseveration of the spells. Second
gesture – the enchantment. The final gesture [as the first]. Robed. The
ceremony ended at 4.25 p.m. [I discovered I had been listened to from outside
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE MAGIC BOOK WORM</span>
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In Residence: The Don’s Guide to Cambridge – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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Published in 1904 by Elijah Johnson of Cambridge, ‘In Residence’ is a collection of Aleister Crowley’s undergraduate verse which were mostly printed in such Cambridge periodicals as ‘The Cambridge Magazine’, ‘The Granta’, ‘Cantab’ and ‘Silver Crescent’.
The book is dedicated to Crowley’s fellow Trinity College, Cambridge friend Ivor Gordon Back (1873-1959), who ‘so worthily carried on the traditions of high thinking and noble living inaugurated by myself when at Cambridge. But I am too lazy to write an ode to him.’
Included amongst Crowley’s early poems are: ‘Ballade of bad verses’, ‘Ballade of the Mutability of Human Affairs’, ‘A Ballade of Farewell’, ‘Two Sonnets in Praise of a Publisher’, ‘To an Unappreciative University’, ‘A Sonnet of Spring Fashions’, ‘Ode to Gerald Festus Kelly’, and ‘Au Theatre du Grand Guignol’. </span><br />
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‘Tennis and cricket have come to stay, </span><br />
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Five o’clock is the time to bring </span><br />
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Tea and strawberry ice, and play </span><br />
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Various dulcet jargoning; </span><br />
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Lazy paddle all day to swing, </span><br />
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Lazy pipe to kill ennui’s germ, </span><br />
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Lazy, lazy everything: - </span><br />
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Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term.’
[Ballade of the May Term] </span><br />
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The poem will appeal to anyone who is interested in or studying the works of Aleister Crowley, but on their own merit, to the casual reader, they may be difficult to appreciate. His early outpourings can seem like mere pegs on which to hang his growing ego and enormous intellect; the humour is typically juvenile and the rhymes are an inventive display of his learning. But to have lost these poems would have been a shame as they show Crowley’s early influences and poetic development and for that fact alone, ‘In Residence’ is a welcome tome to any collection! </span><br />
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<strong>Madame Blavatsky’s Baboon: A History of the Mystics, Mediums and Misfits who brought Spiritualism to America – by Peter Washington.</strong> </span><br />
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First published in 1995, ‘Madame Blavatsky’s Baboon’ is an interesting read, if a little rambling in places, on the subject of spiritual thinkers, New Age teachers, mysticism and Theosophy. Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831-1891), the Russian mystic, founded the Theosophical Society in 1875 in New York with Henry S. Olcott (1832-1907) and William Q. Judge (1851-1896). Its purpose was threefold: 1. The formation of a universal human brotherhood without distinction of race, creed, sex, caste or colour. 2. The encouragement of studies in comparative religion, philosophy and science. 3. The investigation of unexplained laws of nature and the powers latent in man. </span><br />
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Blavatsky and the Theosophists took themselves far too seriously (see the poor misguided and manipulated ‘World Teacher’ Krishnamurti and all that old flannel!) and seem a little pompous today, drawing parallels with that other little known and humourless religion – Christianity! The author, Peter Washington, has a tendency to overindulge in details as he guides us through the leading lights of spiritualism and trawls through the charlatans and fraudsters, but on the whole he has done a fine job. </span><br />
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I found the book an excellent source of notes from which to research further, such people as: Annie Besant (1847-1933), Rudolf Steiner (1861-1925), Peter D. Ouspensky (1878-1947), Charles W. Leadbetter (1854-1934), Anna Kingsford (1846-1888), George I. Gurdjieff (1866-1949), A. R. Orage (1873-1934) and Daniel Dunglas Home (1833-1886). </span><br />
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Washington has written a reasonably interesting history of the subject, but I can’t help thinking that the baboon of the title, which by the way was stuffed and resided at the home of Madame Blavatsky as some sort of Darwinian joke, would have had a different, more fascinating tale to tell! </span><br />
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<strong>Perdurabo: The Life of Aleister Crowley – by Richard Kaczynski.</strong> </span><br />
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Unlike other biographies about Crowley, ‘Perdurabo’ presents us with an all too human genius who devotes his life to the pursuit of magick and to living within the concepts of the Aeon of Horus. He is not some ‘devil-worshipping’ black magician, destroying souls in his wake, dragged into the slime of sensationalism as so much of the media and ‘third-rate biographies’ like to portray him; and neither is he raised to God-like status, so much so that we cannot relate to the man. Kaczynski, with his extensive research, paints a portrait of Perdurabo as a vast figure of a man, bent upon one course throughout his fascinating life, that of magick! </span><br />
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This book, like no other, really captures the Beast and helps us to ‘get under the skin’ of the subject, and to see with his eyes and feel with his heart, the emotional torments and physical pains; the poetic passion that love inaugurated and the financial difficulties and publication problems that drove the Mage onwards, into new frontiers of thought and spiritual progression. </span><br />
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We are astounded at his adventures; exhilarated by his mystical wanderings; amazed at his poetic vision and warmed by the great lights of his time whom he encountered (Pollitt, Eckenstein, Fuller, Neuburg etc.) and fell under his persuasive spell, only to break away and reveal Crowley’s human failings – Prophet of the New Age; poet and mountaineer, he was one hell of a man, and ‘Perdurabo’ by Richard Kaczynski comes closest to bringing the Beast to life, from his birth to his death – the journey is delightful, remarkable and sad! I cannot recommend this book highly enough for I consider it to be the definitive biography of Crowley which far surpasses Lawrence Sutin’s ‘Do what thou wilt’ and Martin Booth’s ‘A Magick Life’, which are both equally worthy! Highly recommended!
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<strong>Do What Thou Wilt – by Lawrence Sutin.</strong> </span><br />
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Explorer, conjuror of inter-dimensional beings; writer of poems both sublime and obscene; mystic, chess master and sex addict, Aleister Crowley was a multi-faceted man and an enigma far ahead of his time. Lawrence Sutin shines a revealing light upon the life of this ‘strange and enigmatic man’ whom the world’s press dubbed ‘the wickedest man in the world’. Delightful!
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The World’s Tragedy – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) wrote the five ‘books’ which make up ‘The World’s Tragedy’ over a five day period at Eastbourne in February 1908. This, Crowley’s first attempt at autobiography, which was published in 1910, is his swipe at Victorian sensibilities and convention; he really picks at the hypocritical, murderous and fear-mongering scab of society – Christianity and its ‘morals’.
Crowley saw firsthand some of the psychological damage inflicted upon the child by Christ-centred psychopaths intent on brow-beating the literal word of the Bible through intimidation and the threat of eternal damnation through the torment of the soul. Crowley was raised in such a Bible-blinkered circle known as the Plymouth Brethren and sin was ever-present in the form of temptations by the devil. </span><br />
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Crowley considered ‘The World’s Tragedy’ as one of his greatest literary achievements and it is an excellent place to begin for anyone upon the quest of understanding more about the life of the Great Beast 666 – Aleister Crowley!</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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DOOM HALL
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It was a cold and frosty morning as Pegamina left the grove and the poor lifeless body of the man who loved the sea, as she went in search of Doom Hall. ‘It’s true’ she thought ‘we are so much paper in the wind!’
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<span style="color: black;">As she walked along a narrow track that wound through the woods, shaded by overhanging boughs, she could see, beyond the trees, a hillside covered in stone figures. And by a low stone wall she stood and gazed at the desolate and forlorn sight, for she knew that they were memorials to those that had once lived. Now, ancient and broken, they stood like a petrified city of the dead, nestling among the trees. And so she turned and hurried on, for she did not want to see those great white reminders of life’s short passage!
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<span style="color: black;">After walking a little distance she came to a great gateway. It was the biggest gate she had ever seen! Two large stone pillars rose into the air, and two very tall and imposing iron gates hung from them, depicting various forms of mythological beasts. And above the gates Pegamina read these simple words in almost hushed tones: ‘Doom Hall’. Just then, she heard a noise from beside one of the pillars. It was a sort of grumbling sound, for her attention had been so fixed on the images on the iron gates that she had failed to notice a great big sleeping bear resting against the stone with its arms folded across its huge belly!
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<span style="color: black;">‘What’s this?’ boomed a deep and frightening voice.
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina was so startled that she stepped back, for the bear was so very cross at being woken.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m sorry if I woke you, really I am!’ Pegamina said to the fearful bear.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Sorry! I’ll make you sorry!’ growled the bear before his head fell to his chest and his eyes closed. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Just then, a bee settled on his nose, thinking him some strange and exotic furry flower and the bear woke once more and in his angry, fearful voice he said:
</span><span style="color: black;">‘Still here?’ </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">But Pegamina was so afraid that she could not answer.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Do you know what happens when bears are woken?’ he said, rolling his eyes and yawning at the same time.
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<span style="color: black;">‘No, I’m sorry I don’t’ said Pegamina, timidly.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then I shall tell you...’ and the bear began to tell her the story of the boy and the bear:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Once, long ago, there was a boy. A very kind and courteous boy, for he was always very polite and he always stood up straight! Every evening, this kind little angel of a boy would go to the woods and lay a fish before the sleeping bear for his supper. And every night, a bowl of warm milk was placed next to the bear, for when he should wake and feel thirsty. The boy did this from spring to spring for seven years, without fail, and the boy and the bear became real friends, as far as boy and bear can be!
One day, as the boy was placing the fish beside the bear, he accidently trod on the bear’s paw and the bear woke, terribly annoyed and howled with pain!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘And what did the bear do?’ asked Pegamina. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">But the bear did not answer; he just rubbed his huge belly and licked his lips! And Pegamina was so afraid that she ran and ran, as fast as she could!
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<span style="color: black;">‘What an unusual...’ but before the bear could finish his sentence, he had fallen fast asleep again!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And when Pegamina stopped running and looked back towards the gate, she could see the stretched out bear, deep in sleep with his arms folded across his belly once more.
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<span style="color: black;">Further on down the lane, Peg’s curiosity began to grow as to what lay beyond the great stone wall of Doom. It was such a high wall; it seemed to reach into the sky, making it quite impossible to know what was on the other side. Not being able to find another entrance, she sat down for a moments rest and thought about the man who saw the sea in the woods. ‘He must be a very cruel Lord’ she said to herself. Just then, a voice seemed to sing above her: </span><span style="color: black;">‘Doom shall fall! Doom shall fall!’ it said, and looking up, Pegamina could see a large raven on top of the wall, looking down at her.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Was that you I heard speak just now?’ shouted Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Doom shall fall! cwarrr!’ repeated the raven.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know about that, but I do know that I should like to be on the other side of this wall! Is there another way to get in?’ But the raven did not answer and flew down to the ground and walked around Peg in a very noble manner. After it circled her several times, it stopped before her and spoke:
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‘Pity the raven
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<span style="color: black;">On the wings of death,
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<span style="color: black;">For even death may die!’
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And after uttering these words, the raven hopped and spread its wings and flew into the air, leaving Pegamina rather confused. But it wasn’t long before the raven returned and with it were a heron and a stork. Before Peg could say a word the heron had gripped her left arm and the stork took hold of her right arm. And the raven took hold of her long hair, and very soon, all were rising into the air! Pegamina looked down and she could see the trees becoming smaller and smaller. She could not imagine such things, not even in her dreams, and so, feeling afraid, she had to close her eyes! Then, all of a sudden, she found herself upon the ground, feeling very cold. And as she opened her eyes, she could see that she was sitting in the snow, on the other side of the wall. She looked up and saw the raven the heron and the stork, all flying in different directions, yet still she heard the strange words returning in the wind: ‘Doom shall fall!’
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<span style="color: black;">She stood up and looked around at the white landscape. ‘How peculiar’ she thought ‘that snow should only fall upon this side of the wall’. It was a very beautiful garden indeed, like a magical wilderness with its snow-covered trees. ‘How very enchanting’ she said. Not knowing which way to go, for there were no footpaths, she decided to walk along an avenue and see where it would lead her. She stepped quickly over the snow and eventually came to a picturesque garden grotto, with a circular pool and a stone statue in the centre. And there, beside the pool, sat a very old man with his wrinkled face reflecting in the water.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Good day to you sir!’ said Pegamina courteously.
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<span style="color: black;">‘By the ways’ replied the old man.
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<span style="color: black;">Not understanding, Pegamina began to walk away until the old man said: </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘sit down, come’. And Pegamina sat beside the old man, though she did not know whether to be afraid or not.
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<span style="color: black;">‘And what wants you here?’ the old man asked, staring at the statue in the pool.
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<span style="color: black;">‘If you mean why am I here, it is because I wish to see the Lord of Doom!’ she replied. And the old man bent his head and scratched his whiskered chin as he laughed to himself.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Lord Doom? he won’t see soul nor eyes of anyone!’ he said.</span><br />
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‘But it’s of great importance!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Maybe, but look you, his Lordship sees no one!’ And here the old man shook his head, almost separating it from his neck. And after a pause he looked at Pegamina and said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘And what name is it you carry?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘My name is Pegamina’ she said.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s not a name known to me’ he said, scratching his head. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Grudge, the gardener, that’s me’ and he pointed to his nose.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Pleased to meet you and I must say this is a very beautiful garden; you must work extremely hard!’</span><br />
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‘You should have seen it before!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Before what?’ asked Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Before the curse of Doom’ he answered ‘in the radiant days of the garden’s long shadows!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘The curse of Doom! Will you tell me about it?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Aye, if your ears be itching?’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina’s ears were not itching at all; in fact, they could not be further away from itching if they tried, for it was so very cold that her tiny ears were frozen. And so Grudge, seeing that she was shivering, took off his jacket and wrapped it around her as he began to tell her his story:
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<span style="color: black;">‘It was a long time ago, when I was a boy’ and he chuckled to himself. ‘I was just beginning my apprenticeship then, and at that time, the present Lord Doom’s father was Lord and a cruel and fearful man he was; no one dared to cross him for he was like a lion, in strength and in looks. Well, to begin, his Lordship had a son named Craven, the present Lord’s youngest brother. Such a strange boy he was. Every minute of the day (when day’s had minutes, of course!) he would spend in the garden, and I would tell him the names of all the flowers, which he so loved. In fact, he didn’t do the usual things that boys do, like climbing trees or playing with little toy soldiers; all the boy seemed to enjoy was sitting here by the pool and gazing at the statue of the stone angel. Well, his Lordship began to worry dreadfully about young Craven, thinking him weak, for it is well known that every seventh son of Doom is born without the wind!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What do you mean, without the wind?’ interrupted Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘To be born without the wind is to be born a fool!’ And here the gardener began to recite a poem entitled:
The Fortunes of the Wind
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‘If the wind be blowing from the North
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If the wind be blowing from the East
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<span style="color: black;">Fine wines and spice make a hearty feast
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<span style="color: black;">But gold and silver bring much sorrow!
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If the wind be blowing from the South
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<span style="color: black;">A child of wisdom here shall grow.
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<span style="color: black;">Versed in the arts with a silver mouth
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<span style="color: black;">From which sweet songs of love shall flow!
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If the wind be blowing from the West
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<span style="color: black;">The child shall have clothes and be fed,
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<span style="color: black;">For a life of toil is poor at best
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<span style="color: black;">When life is waiting to be dead!
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But if the wind does not appear
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<span style="color: black;">And no boughs bend on the tree;
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<span style="color: black;">If no ripples stir and the stream is clear,
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<span style="color: black;">Then he or she a fool must be!’
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And the gardener continued with his story:
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<span style="color: black;">‘It was a beautiful summer’s day; the birds were singing in the trees and all the flowers were at their fullest bloom, making the garden rich in colour and fragrance. His Lordship, deciding not to go riding that day, took a walk in the garden instead and there by the pool he found his son gazing up at the statue. Well, his Lordship was furious with young Craven and thrashed him there and then until he almost died!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh what a horrible man to do such a thing for something as harmless as looking at a statue!’ cried Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, but no ordinary statue. The legend of the stone angel is an ancient one and goes back many generations of the Doom family. You see, an angel had fallen in love with the Lord of Doom, one of the present Lord’s ancestors long ago. But there was a witch who had also fallen deeply in love with the Lord of Doom, and she was so jealous of the angel, for she was so very beautiful and pure, that she put a spell on her, which turned her instantly to stone. And the witch made her weep for a hundred years, until the pool around her was filled by her tears. Well, young master Craven fell so in love the stone angel that he would make little gifts from the flowers and put them in a paper boat, which he would push out towards the stone angel. Poor Craven, he had quite lost his heart. And his Lordship despaired and grew sadder and sadder, until he would see no one, for little Craven had become his Lordship’s unmentionable son. And so the great wall was erected around the garden of Doom!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘And what happened to the boy?’ said Pegamina, anxiously.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Poor boy, he lost his mind and his heart to the angel. Then one day, after seeing the stone angel’s reflection in the pool, he leaned over and tried to kiss her reflection and he fell into the water and was drowned! Early next morning, they found him in the pool, as cold as stone with his eyes wide open and fixed upon the statue. And since that day, Doom has been plagued by a terrible curse:
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Snow shall cover the land of Doom;
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<span style="color: black;">Tears will flow in the pool of gloom.
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<span style="color: black;">And within a room, within a room, within a room,
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<span style="color: black;">The heart of sorrow has built her tomb!’
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And here the gardener stood up, leaving Pegamina gazing at the statue, for in her heart she had not forgotten about her own, sad little ghost and could not help wondering if she would ever see him again.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Come’ said the gardener, holding out his large, rough hand. And Pegamina put her tiny hand in his and they both walked over the snow.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE VOICE OF FIRE</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Allan Bennett</span><em></em></span></div>
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Volume 1, Number 8. Spring Equinox An CX ☉ in 29<span style="color: black;">° Pisces</span>, ☽<span style="color: black;"> in 1° Aries.</span> </span></div>
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</span><span style="color: black;">Friday 20th March 2015 e.v.</span></div>
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'Draw into naught </span></div>
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All life, death, hatred, love: </span></div>
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All self concentred in the sole desire - </span></div>
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Hear thou the Voice of Fire!' </span></div>
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<em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. </span><br />
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Love is the law, love under will. </span></div>
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Volume 1, Number 8 of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to Allen Bennett
[1872-1923] </span></div>
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CONTENTS </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Allan Bennett</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber Porta Lucis</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Qabalah: an introduction</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Allan Bennett in the Press</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber Tzaddi vel Hamus Hermeticus</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Supreme Ritual: The Invocation of Horus</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> To Allan Bennett MacGregor</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber<span style="color: black;"> Cheth</span> vel Vallum Abiegni</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> An example of a ritual composed by Greatly</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Honoured Frater Iehi Aour</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Songs of Love and Infinity</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Pegamina part nine</span></div>
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EDITORIAL
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law</span>
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<span style="color: black;">With the passing of the dark days of winter and the welcome return of the sun we find it is that time of year once more when we like to sweep the dust from the magical workspace and brush the cobwebs from the altar, not forgetting of course to remove any remnants of the ‘bloody sacrifice’ etc. etc.; a time of cleansing and re-valuing both physically and spiritually – </span><br />
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<em>Open the Temple door that the Light may flood therein!</em>
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It was in this frame of mind that I came upon my old magical diaries (O spare us the gory details!) and I was instantly reminded of the importance of keeping magical records, something many tend to overlook. A daily journal of events and thoughts is essential when working spiritually and magically, it is the embryo from which formula develops and it is a sort of ‘confessional’ or link with the higher genius which resides in all of us. I will not offend our gentle readership, namely Miss Janet Ocelot, 29, the Grange, North Uist, Outer Hebrides, in reproducing them here and discrediting further my already tarnished reputation, but as an example of good record keeping I wish to turn to Mr Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940) and an entry taken from his ‘The Magical Record of Omnia Vincam’, partially printed in Jean Overton Fuller’s ‘The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg’ – a document long overdue for publication!
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<span style="color: black;">It is the day prior to the summer solstice of 1909 and Victor is staying at Boleskine House, in Scotland, the home of Aleister Crowley and his wife Rose. Also at the house is Kenneth Ward (1887-1927) of Emmanuel College, Cambridge who travelled with Victor by train from Cambridge on 16th June.
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<span style="color: black;">Victor slept in a bedroom on the ground floor of the house and also on the ground floor was the ‘Chamber’, a small room prepared by Crowley with a magic circle on the floor, an altar with incense, a magic sword and an ankh. Victor would enter the chamber wearing his magical robe and perform rituals and meditate during his ten day Magical Retirement beginning on Saturday 18th June and ending on Monday 27th June 1909 to pass the grade of Probationer and become a Neophyte:
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Monday 21st June 1909:
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5.02 a.m. Performed ‘Bornless One’ Ritual [1] about 10 p.m.* At midnight, Banishing Ritual. [2]
At about 1.30 a.m. my Guru [3] entered and gave me certain advice. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">At about 2.25 a.m. I performed ‘Bornless One’ and Banishing Rituals, afterwards rising on the planes. [4]
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I travelled upwards swiftly and easily again meeting ‘Gabriel’. He gave me the same information as before. He was clad in white, with green spots on his wings; upon his head was a Maltese Cross.
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<span style="color: black;">After some time I slept by the fire, awaking at about 4.25 a.m. I suffered two emissions seminis (possibly only one; I am not quite sure) with somatic dreams. This is due probably to one of the following three causes, or of course, any combination of them – (a) my sleeping close to the fire; (b) lack of food; (c) lack of exercise. Personally I back the first cause. (No joke is intended here.)
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I again performed the ‘Bornless One’ Ritual about 4.30 a.m. I left the Chamber just after 5 a.m.
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It is now 5.10 a.m. I am tired out, after performing the Banishing Ritual I shall go to bed.
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9.25 a.m. Up at 9.02 Washed, brushed teeth.
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9.18 [sic] Brekker. Egg, bacon, tea, a little water. [5] I feel pretty fit but a little tired. I shall retire to the chamber almost immediately, when I have exchanged my piggers [6] for my robe. I slept well.
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9.30 a.m. I depart for the chamber.
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Mid-day. Almost immediately on reaching the Chamber did I perform the Preliminary Invocation. I then meditated upon myself for an hour, sometimes reading Thelema. Just after 11 a.m. I performed the Banishing Ritual, the Preliminary Ritual, burnt incense, recited Aum Mani padme Hum, and rose upon the planes. I went very far indeed. Early I met my Angel. I slew him. I then rose through many planes; eventually I was detained by my Mother, a huge brown woman, my Father, a little green man; a voluptuous woman; and an hermaphrodite. They sought one by one to detain me. I passed them all.
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At length I reached a coffin, labelled.
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<strong>Resurgam of the tenth sphere</strong>
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I was now forcibly drawn into this, but escaped into a whirlpool of light, wherein I was utterly absorbed. Rapidly I sank back, reaching my body at about 11.25.
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Then did I meditate and read Thelema. (I want some decent blotting paper. I shall shortly need a new notebook.)
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It is now 12.08 I shall return to the Chamber. I have taken a sip of water. I have a certain book on Magic with me. This I shall read the Chamber.
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5.57. I studied the Magic Book in the Chamber until 1.20, when I performed the Preliminary Invocation. Afterwards I read and meditated again, being summoned to lunch at 1.50. Egg and spinach, toast, water. I returned to the Chamber at 2.09, where, almost immediately, my guru joined me, and we talked of Magic and other matters. My Guru left in about half an hour. I then spent the time mostly in thought and meditation. I may have slept a little, but scarcely at all, if at all.
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At 4.40 I performed the banishing Ritual and the Preliminary Invocation. Then I burned incense, and said mantra, Aum mani padme hum.
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I rose on the planes, reaching rapidly the white light. I struggled through to the top where I was crucified by two angels. I threw the angels off with [ie by means of] the Pentagram, then I floated about in space helplessly, attached to the Cross. This also I got rid of by the Pentagram.
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I reached soon after a whirlpool or fountain of red light; struggling through this, I was confronted by a Red Giant against whom I was powerless, though I attacked him furiously by every means in my power. All my weapons and words were useless against him. He cut me to pieces and chased me back to my body, effectually preventing me from rising by falling upon me every time I strove to rise.
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I had rather great difficulty in arranging myself in my body after my return, failing once or twice in the effort. At length, however I accomplished the feat successfully.
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I was back again a minute or two before five. Took a very hot bath, for I was somewhat wearied. An hour or two after lunch I had a cigarette; I am now smoking another. Smoking staves off hunger excellently.
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I find that my Guru – unto whom be peace – has taken the magic book I was studying. I want it back, badly.
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It is now 6.14. I shall return to the Chamber. I fear I shall have great difficulty in keeping awake tonight, though I do not feel tired now. I hope to continue this experiment for a week at least and, with luck, more.
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7. Dinner. Venison, boiled potatoes, toast, bread-and-butter pudding, Water.
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It is now 7.27. I shall return to the Chamber.
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I slept until about 10.30, when I was awakened by my Guru, who made the waking process more effectual by ‘dowsing’ my head in cold water. (He did this also a day or two ago, by the way.) I then received further instruction in the Signs of Horus and Harpocrates, illustrating the signs (apparently) to the satisfaction of the Chief.
At 10.45 I began operations, performing first the Preliminary Invocation. I then prepared charcoal, and performed the Banishing Ritual, burned incense, and encanted mantra, Aum tat sat Aum.
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I rose at once, slaying the red Giant with the Harpocrates formula; then I slew a Black Giant. I then became a green triangle (apex upwards) in a violet crown or circle; then a blazing comet flaming in the hair of a God; than a flaming star. After this I became absorbed in and identified with white light. This experience was accomplished by extreme ecstasy.
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I found myself in the Court of Horus (he was jet-black), who gave me two tablets inscribed INRI and TARO respectively. I now found that I had no hands they were severed at the wrists. Horus sent me out to gaze at the clear blue heavens, wherein were myriads of stars. He pointed upwards; I could not mount any higher although I tried (or someone tried) to attach the sword and the ankh to my feet.
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I had the greatest difficulty in returning, struggling on the floor for some minutes.
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At 11.15 I was sufficiently recovered to summon my Guru. I stumbled when going downstairs to fetch this note-book, breathing heavily.
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Upon performing the sign of Harpocrates and smoking a cigarette I quite recovered; my Guru is still with me, talking. It is now 11.55. I am quite normal.
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My Guru instructs me till 12.30 when he goes to fetch me water. (This last paragraph is intended to cast no reflection upon the eloquence and erudition of my holy Guru).
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*This of course refers to the previous night. This remark applies to certain other entries in the record. I would note here that my copy of the Bornless One Ritual, lent me by my Holy Guru, is in manuscript.
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<span style="color: black;">There are many fine examples of magical diaries such as ‘John St John’ Liber DCCCLX The Equinox vol I number I; ‘The Magical Records of the Beast 666’ by Symonds and Grant; Liber LXXXIII ‘The Urn – the Diary of a Magus’; ‘A Master of the Temple’ Liber CLXV. The Equinox, vol III number I; ‘The Magical Diaries of Aleister Crowley. Tunisia 1923’. Stephen Skinner and also of interest is James Wasserman’s ‘Aleister Crowley and the Practice of the Magical Diary’.
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1. ‘Bornless One’: from ‘Fragments of a Graeco-Egyptian Papyrus on Magic’ translated by Charles Wycliffe Godwin. 1851. See also Liber Samekh (Magick) and the Preliminary Invocation of the Goetia.
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<span style="color: black;">2. The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram.
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<span style="color: black;">4. ‘Rising on the Planes’: see Magick in Theory and Practice, chapter 18 ‘Of Clairvoyance and of the Body of Light’ III.
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Sunday 8th December 1872: Charles Henry Allan Bennett is born in London. His father, an engineer, died when Allan was a young boy. Allan is raised by his strict Catholic widowed mother. Allan suffers from acute asthma. ‘His cycle of life was to take opium for about a month, when the effect wore off, so that he had to inject morphine. After a month of this he had to switch to cocaine, which he took till he began to "see things" and was then reduced to chloroform. I have seen him in bed for a week, only recovering consciousness sufficiently to reach for the bottle and sponge. Asthma being a sthenic disease, he was then too weak to have it any more, so he would gradually convalesce until, after a few weeks of freedom, the spasms would begin once more and he would be forced to renew the cycle of drugs.
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<span style="color: black;">No doubt, this constant suffering affected his attitude to life. He revolted against being an animal; he regarded the pleasures of living (and above all, those of physical love) as diabolical illusions devised by the enemy of mankind in order to trick souls into accepting the curse of existence. I cannot forbear quoting one most remarkable incident. When he was about sixteen, the conversation in the laboratory where he was working turned upon childbirth. What he heard disgusted him. He became furiously angry and said that children were brought to earth by angels. The other students laughed at him and tried in vain to convince him. He maintained their theory to be a bestial blasphemy. The next day one of the boys turned up with an illustrated manual of obstetrics. He could no longer doubt the facts. But his reaction was this: "Did the Omnipotent God whom he had been taught to worship devise so revolting and degrading a method of perpetuating the species? Then this God must be a devil, delighting in loathsomeness." To him the existence of God was disproved from that moment.
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<span style="color: black;">He had, however, already some experience of an unseen world. As a little boy, having overheard some gossip among superstitious servants, he had gone into the back garden and invoked the devil by reciting the Lord's Prayer backwards. Something happened which frightened him.
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<span style="color: black;">Having now rejected Catholicism, he took up Magick and at once attained extraordinary success. He used to carry a "lustre" --- a long glass prism with a neck and a pointed knob such as adorned old-fashioned chandeliers. He used this as a wand. One day, a party of theosophists were chatting sceptically about the power of the "blasting rod". Allan promptly produced his and blasted one of them. It took fourteen hours to restore the incredulous individual to the use of his mind and his muscles.’ [Confessions. p. 180]
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Allan is educated at Hollesley College (Suffolk) and Bath.
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1890: Following Allan’s education in Bath, he becomes employed by Dr. Bernard Dyer, public analyst and consulting chemist in London. In 1890 Bennett is eighteen years old and he reads Edwin Arnold’s poem ‘The Light of Asia’, he also studies Hiindu and Buddhist scriptures. Also at this time he experiences Shivadarshana (yogic trance) – unity of the Universe and self-annihilation. By profession Bennett is an analytical chemist.
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February 1894: Aged twenty-one, Bennett joins the Hermetic Order of the Golden dawn and takes the magical name Frater </span><span style="color: black;">Voco.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Charles Henry Rosher is born in London in 1858. He is an engineer and designer, writer and political activist. He becomes a member of the Golden Dawn on Saturday 5th may 1894 (three months after Bennett) and he enters the Second Order on Saturday 26th September 1896. Charles died in Middlesex in 1936. His Golden Dawn magical name is Frater Aequo Animo, ‘with the soul of a horse’. Rosher published his ‘Poems’ in 1897.
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After George Cecil Jones was unable to help Aleister Crowley at Boleskine during his preparation for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin, Crowley asked Rosher, who accepted but stayed less than a month.
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Friday 22nd March 1895: Allan Bennett entered the Second Order of the Golden Dawn<span style="color: black;"> and takes the magical motto Iehi Aour (I.A.) ‘Let there be Light’.</span> Bennett was also known as the White Knight, as in ‘Alice through the Looking Glass’:
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‘We called him the White Knight, from Alice in the Looking Glass. So lovable, so harmless, so unpractical! But he was a Knight, too! And White! There never walked a whiter man on earth. He never did walk on earth either! A genius, a flawless genius. But a most terribly frustrated genius.’ [Aleister Crowley from Kenneth Grant’s ‘The Magical Revival’. 1972. p. 82]
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Wednesday 13th May 1896: Florence Farr, Allan Bennett, Charles Rosher and F. L. Gardener (Frater D.P.A.L.) invoke Mercury – Taphthartharath at the Golden Dawn Temple. The ritual was written by Bennett.
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January (Spring) 1899: Crowley and Bennett meet at the Isis Urania Temple, Great Queen Street, London.
‘In the spring of 1899, at some ceremony or other, I was aware of the presence of a tremendous spiritual and magical force. It seemed to me to proceed from a man sitting in the east, a man I had not seen before, but whom I knew must be Very Honoured Frater Iehi Aour, called among men Allan Bennett. The fame of this man as a Magician was already immense. He was esteemed second only to Mathers himself; and was, perhaps, even more feared.
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<span style="color: black;">After the ceremony we went into the outer room to unrobe. I was secretly anxious to be introduced to this formidable Chief. To my amazement he came straight to me, looked into my eyes, and said in penetrating and, as it seemed, almost menacing tones: "Little Brother, you have been meddling with the Goetia!" (Goetia means "howling"; but it is the technical word employed to cover all the operations of that Magick which deals with gross, malignant or unenlightened forces.) I told him, rather timidly, that I had not been doing anything of the sort. "In that case," he returned, "the Goetia has been meddling with you." The conversation went no further. I returned home in a somewhat chastened spirit; and, having found out where Iehi Aour lived, I determined to call on him the following day.’ [Confessions. p. 177-178]
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<span style="color: black;">The next day, Crowley goes to Bennett’s address in South London (which he shares with Charles Rosher) and asked Bennett to share his rooms at 67-69 Chancery Lane in return for lessons in the magical arts. They also experiment with drugs.
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November 1899: A scandal erupts concerning homosexuality at Cambridge, Crowley is named and others such as Bennett are implicated.
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November-December 1899: Bennett suffers with severe asthma during the winter and Crowley and George Cecil Jones fear he may die. Crowley and Jones perform a ritual from the Goetia to evoke Buer. Bennett needed to move to a warmer climate to survive.
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Monday 15th January 1900: Crowley receives letters concerning the ‘scandal’ stating that the Police are watching his movements and that of other resident Bennett at Chancery Lane.
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Lilian Horniblow gives Crowley £100, the cost for Bennett to leave England.
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1900: Allan Bennett leaves England and arrives in Sri-Lanka. He meets Dr. Cassius Pereira (later Venerable Kassapa Thera). They become good friends. On his departure from England, Bennett gave Crowley his magical notes.
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July 1901: Bennett gives his first Buddhist talk – ‘The Four Noble Truths’ to the Hope Lodge of the Theosophical Society in Colombo.
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Tuesday 6th August 1901: Crowley arrives in Colombo, the Capital of Ceylon. He meets Bennett who is known as Ananda Metteyya.
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‘Mathers, had told me a certain incident which had taken place between himself and Bennett as follows:
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<span style="color: black;">He and I.A. had disagreed upon an obscure point in theology, thereby formulating the accursed Dyad, thereby enabling the Abra-Melin demons to assume material form: one in his own shape, another in that of I.A. Now, the demon that looked like I.A. had a revolver, and threatened to shoot him (D.D.C.F.), while the demon that resembled himself was equally anxious to shoot I.A. Fortunately, before the demons could fire, V.N.R. (Mrs. Mathers) came into the room, thus formulating the symbol of the Blessed Trinity.
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<span style="color: black;">Frater I.A.'s account was less of a strain upon P.'s faculties of belief. They had had, he said, an argument about the God Shiva, the Destroyer, whom I.A. worshipped because, if one repeated his name often enough, Shiva would one day open his eye and destroy the universe, and whom D.D.C.F. feared and hated because He would one day open His eye and destroy D.D.C.F. I.A. closed the argument by assuming the position Padmasana and repeating the Mantra: "Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva." D.D.C.F., angrier than ever, sought the sideboard, but soon returned, only to find Frater I.A. still muttering: "Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva." "Will you stop blaspheming?" cried D.D.C.F.; but the holy man only said: "Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva." "If you don't stop I will shoot you!" said D.D.C.F., drawing a revolver from his pocket and levelling it at I.A.'s head; but I.A., being concentrated, took no notice and continued to mutter: "Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva."
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<span style="color: black;">Whether overawed by the majesty of the saint or interrupted by the entry of a third person, I.A. no longer remembered, but D.D.C.F. never pulled the trigger.’ [Confessions. p. 234]
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<span style="color: black;">Bennett works as a tutor to the younger sons of Ceylon’s Solicitor-General Ponnambalam Ramanathan (1851-1930) – the guru Sri Parananda, in exchange for instruction in yoga and Hinduism.
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Saturday 17th August 1901: Crowley and Bennett move about 60 miles north east to the city of Kandy and take a furnished bungalow ‘called "Marlobrough" (God knows why!) on the hills, by a stream, with waterfall complete, overlooking the lake, the temple and an amateur attempt at an hotel. We hired a hopeless headman, who sub-hired sleepy and sinister servants and dismissed all these damnable details from our minds, devoting ourselves with diabolical determination and saintly simplicity to the search for a spiritual solution to the material muddle. Our sojourn, short as it was by worldly reckoning, proved to be pregnant with events of internal import. The tyrant time took his first wound in Kandy.’ [Confessions. p. 236]
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Wednesday 28th August 1901: Crowley begins yoga under Bennett’s teaching and takes a ceremonial vow of silence for three days – then he practices asana, pranayama, mantra, dharana and meditation. He did two weeks then Crowley went away for a week before returning.
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‘When Allan was mediating, it was my duty to bring his food very quietly (from time to time) into the room adjoining that where he was working. One day he missed two successive meals and I thought I ought to look into his room to see if all was well. I must explain that I have known only two European women and three European men who could sit in the attitude called Padmasana, which is that usually seen in seated images of the Buddha. Of these men, Allan was one. He could knot his legs so well that, putting his hands on the ground, he could swing his body to and fro in the air between them. When I looked into his room I found him, not seated on his meditation mat, which was in the centre of the room at the end farthest from the window, but in a distant corner ten or twelve feet off, still in his knotted position, resting on his head and right shoulder, exactly like an image overturned. I set him right way up and he came out of this trance. He was quite unconscious that anything unusual had happened. But he had evidently been thrown there by the mysterious forces generated by Pranayama.’ [Confessions. p. 246]
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Wednesday 2nd October 1901: Crowley attains Dhyana:
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‘While meditating, suddenly I became conscious of a shoreless space of darkness and a glow of crimson athwart it. Deepening and brightening, scarred by dull bars of slate-blue cloud, arose the Dawn of Dawns. In splendour not of earth and its mean sun, blood-red, rayless, adamant, it rose, it rose! Carried out of myself, I asked not "Who is the witness?" absorbed utterly in contemplation of so stupendous and so marvellous a fact. For there was no doubt, no change, no wavering; infinitely more real than aught physical is the Golden Dawn of this Eternal Sun! But ere the Orb of Glory rose clear of its banks of blackness — alas my soul! — that Light Ineffable was withdrawn beneath the falling veil of darkness, and in purples and greys glorious beyond imaging, sad beyond conceiving, faded the superb Herald of the Day. But mine eyes have seen it! And this, then, is Dhyana! Whit it, yet all but unremarked, came a melody as of the sweet-souled Vina.’ [Confessions. p. 248]
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He also attains it again the following day (Thursday 3rd October).
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‘Again, by the grace Ineffable of Bhavani to the meanest of Her devotees, arose the Splendour of the Inner Sun. As bidden by my guru, I saluted the Dawn with Pranava. This, as I foresaw, retained the Dhyanic consciousness. The Disk grew golden; rose clear of all its clouds, flinging great fleecy cumuli of rose and gold, fiery with light, into the aethyr of space. Hollow it seemed and rayless as the Sun in Sagittarius, yet incomparably brighter: but rising clear of cloud, it began to revolve, to coruscate, to throw off streamers of jetted fire! (This from a hill-top I held, dark as of a dying world. Covered with black decayed wet peaty wood, a few pines stood stricken, {248} unutterably alone.) (Note. This is a mere thought form induced by misunderstanding the instruction of Mâitrânanda Swami as to observing the phenomenon.) But behind the glory of its coruscations seemed to shape an idea, less solid than a shadow! an Idea of some Human seeming Form! Now grew doubt and thought in P's miserable mind; and the one Wave grew many waves and all was lost! Alas! Alas! for P! And Glory Eternal unto Her, She the twin-Brested that hath encroached even upon the other half of the Destroyer! "OM Namo Bhâvaniya OM."’ [Confessions. p. 248]
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Following this, Crowley and Bennett go on a pilgrimage visiting Buddhist locations from Kandy, to the Temple of Dambulla (Sri-Lanka). They go north (by coach) to the city of Anuradhapura (in Ceylon).
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Mid November 1901: Crowley and Bennett part, Bennett going to the city port of Akyab (Burma) to the Lamma Sayadaw Kyoung (monastery).
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Thursday 12th December 1901: Bennett is ordained as a novice monk at Akyab in Arakan, Burma. He takes the name Bikkhu Ananda Maitreya [‘Bliss of Loving kindness’], (he later uses the Pali ‘Metteyya’).
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Friday 14th February 1902: Crowley reaches the Lamma Sayadaw Kyoung to see Bennett. He also writes the poem ‘Sabbe Pi Dukkam’ (see ‘Oracles’ in The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley).
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‘On the 12th February I went on board the Komilla for Akyab, where Allan was now living. In the course of the day the sea air completely restored me to health. On the 13th we were off Sandaway, which did not appear fascinating. On the next day we put in at Khyoukpyu, which I had so vainly hoped to reach overland. It has a most delightful bay and beach, its general appearance recalling the South Sea Islands; but the place is a den of malaria. We had not time to land as the captain was anxious to get into Akyab the same night. We raced through the Straits, and cast anchor there about 8 o'clock -- just in time.
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<span style="color: black;">I went ashore with the second officer and proceeded in my usual casual manner to try and find Allan in the dark. The job was easier than I anticipated. The first man I spoke to greeted me as if I had been his long- lost brother, and took me off in his own carriage to the Monastery (whose name is Lamma Sayadaw Kyoung) where I found Allan, whom I now saw for the first time as a Buddhist monk. The effect was to make him appear of gigantic height, as compared to the diminutive Burmese, but otherwise there was very little change. The old gentleness was still there.’ [On a Burmese River (part two) from the note book of Aleister Crowley. Vanity Fair. London. 17 February 1909. p. 201]
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Sunday 23rd February 1902: Bennett receives Upasampada – higher ordination.
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Friday 13th March 1903: The first meeting of the Buddhasasana Samagama (International Buddhist Society) founded by Bennett who is the general Secretary.
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September 1903: The first volume of ‘Buddhism – an Illustrated Quarterly Review’ (six issues from 1903-1908). Bennett’s works in the Review are: September 1903 (issue one) ‘The Faith of the Future’; ‘In the Shadow of Shwe Dagon’; ‘Nibbana’ and ‘L’Envoi’.
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December 1903: Issue two of the Review contains Bennett’s ‘The Thathanabaing’ and ‘Transmigration’.
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1904: Crowley dedicates his ‘Sword of Song’ to Allan Bennett.
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March 1904: Issue three of the Review contains Bennett’s ‘The Law of Righteousness’.
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Friday 3rd November 1905: Crowley visits Bennett in Rangoon while Rose and the baby stay at a hotel.
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Monday 6th November 1905: After three days, Allan returns back to the monastery. Bennett is no longer a Bikkhu, he has become a Sayadaw.
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<span style="color: black;">‘His life as a bikkhu had not been too good for my guru. The abstinence from food after sunset is bad for the health, bit Allan found that after three weeks he got into the habit. But he was likely to be haunted by the ghost of his dead appetite. He had, moreover, got into a very shocking state physically from lack of proper hygiene and perhaps also of proper medical attention, as well as from his determination to carry out the strict rules of the Order. He had acquired a number of tropical complaints.’ [Confessions. p. 464]
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‘"Explore the River of the Soul," said Ananda Metteya, "Whence and in what order you have come."
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<span style="color: black;">For three days --- the longest period allowed by the Buddhist law --- he remained in the choung, meditating on this matter; but nothing seems to have come of it. He set his teeth and settled down doggedly to this consideration of the eternal why. Here is a being in Rangoon. Why? Because he wanted to see Bhikku A. M. Why? Because --- and so on to the half-forgotten past, dark seas that phosphoresced as the clean keel of his thought divided them.’ [The Temple of Solomon the King. The Equinox Volume I, Number VIII]
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Wednesday 15th November 1905: Crowley and his family leave Rangoon.
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Wednesday 13 May 1908: An article appears in The Christian Commonwealth following an interview with Bennett:
The Christian Commonwealth states that “he was born in London,
of Scotch parentage, thirty-six years ago, received a liberal education, and
followed for a time the profession of analytical chemist, under the direction
of Dr. Bernard Dyer, of Great Tower Street, E.C. He seceded from orthodox
Christianity and became a believer in Buddhism through reading Sir Edwin
Arnold's Light of Asia, after a brief period of Agnosticism. In 1899 he went
to Ceylon in search of health ; in December, 1901, entered one of the Burmese
Buddhist monasteries; and received full ordination as a Bhikku, or mendicant
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As to Bennett’s attitude of Buddhism towards Christianity Ananda Metteya
says: "As far as I can gather, the position of the New Theology
with which one has now more particularly to deal, is that the proof of Christianity,
so to speak, lies not in the historicity of the Resurrection, but relates
to a resurrection in the human being. Buddhism is in perfect agreement with
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He denied that the highest existence was anthropomorphic,
and said: "There is a highest state of existence in which individuality is
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On immortality he described the Buddhist view thus: "There is
immediate re-birth. In any one world we see only two kingdoms having life,
the animal and the human. The Buddhist says there are six, and begins at the
bottom with the hells, or places of punishment; the ghost world; the animal;
the human; the Assouras, a curious sort of beings with powers greater than
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Ananda Metteya introduces his views about the six worlds by saying "The Buddhist
says, he main difficulty in presenting a clear statement of Buddhism to Englishmen lies in terminology, a fact recognized and admitted by the Bhikku. 'Sin' and 'suffering,' for example, mean something entirely different in Buddhism to what they have come to be regarded in the Occidental conception. He, however, told me that he is trying to cope with this difficulty and compile a pamphlet which will explain to the Western world the tenets of Buddhism, freed from Oriental expressions.''
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1909: Bennett’s ‘A Note on Genesis’ appears in The Equinox, Volume I, Number II.
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26th November 1910: ‘An Amazing Sect – number 3: ‘Further details of Mister Aleister Crowley’ appears in The Looking Glass by John Bull. In a section titled ‘By Their Friends Ye Shall Know Them’ Allan Bennett, following his attack in a magazine called ‘Truth’ is mentioned:
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1911: Bennett’s ‘The Training of the Mind’ appears in The Equinox, Volume I, Number IV. Also, Bennett publishes his book ‘The Religion of Burma’ (re-printed in 1929).
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1912: About this time, due to ill health, Bennett has to leave the Lamma Sayadaw Kyoung monastery.
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1913: Bennett’s ‘Right Understanding’ appears in ‘Buddhism – an Illustrated Quarterly Review’ (issue five).
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1914: Bennett arrives in England. He is in Liverpool awaiting passage to the United States but he is not allowed to travel due to his ill health.
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Winter 1917-1918: Bennett gave a series of papers to a private audience at Clifford Bax’s studio. The talks are later published as ‘The Wisdom of Aryas’. Bax recalled his impression of Bennett after he met him in 1918:
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‘His face was the most significant that I have ever seen. Twenty years of physical suffering had twisted and scored it: a lifetime of meditation upon universal love had imparted to it an expression that was unmistakable. His colour was almost dusky, and his eyes had the soft glow of dark amber... Above all, at that moment of meeting and always thereafter, I was conscious of a tender and far-shining emanation, an unvarying psychic sunlight, that environed his personality.’ [‘Ananda Metteyya’ in ‘The Middle Way’. Vol 43:1. May 1968. p. 23]
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1920: Around this time, Bennett moved to London and became editor of The Buddhist Review and spoke at meetings for The Buddhist Society.
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1923: Bennett’s ‘The Wisdom of Aryas’ published by Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner & Co Ltd. London. Bennett is acting Honorary Secretary of The Buddhist Society.
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Friday 9th March 1923: Allan Bennett dies in England.
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1929: Bennett’s ‘The Religion of Burma and Other Papers’ is published by The Theosophical Publishing House in India.
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<span style="color: black;">1. I behold a small dark orb, wheeling in an abyss of infinite space. It is minute among a myriad vast ones, dark amid a myriad bright ones.
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<span style="color: black;">2. I who comprehend in myself all the vast and the minute, all the bright and the dark, have mitigated the brilliance of mine unutterable splendour, sending forth V.V.V.V.V. as a ray of my light, as a messenger unto that small dark orb.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Then V.V.V.V.V. taketh up the word, and sayeth:
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<span style="color: black;">4. Men and women of the Earth, to you am I come from the Ages beyond the Ages, from the Space beyond your vision; and I bring to you these words.
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<span style="color: black;">5. But they heard him not, for they were not ready to receive them.
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<span style="color: black;">6. But certain men heard and understood, and through them shall this Knowledge be made known.
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<span style="color: black;">7. The least therefore of them, the servant of them all, writeth this book.
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<span style="color: black;">8. He writeth for them that are ready. Thus is it known if one be ready, if he be endowed with certain gifts, if he be fitted by birth, or by wealth, or by intelligence, or by some other manifest sign. And the servants of the master by his insight shall judge of these.
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<span style="color: black;">9. This Knowledge is not for all men; few indeed are called, but of these few many are chosen.
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<span style="color: black;">10. This is the nature of the Work.
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<span style="color: black;">11. First, there are many and diverse conditions of life upon this earth. In all of these is some seed of sorrow. Who can escape from sickness and from old age and from death?
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<span style="color: black;">12. We are come to save our fellows from these things. For there is a life intense with knowledge and extreme bliss which is untouched by any of them.
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<span style="color: black;">13. To this life we attain even here and now. The adepts, the servants of V.V.V.V.V., have attained thereunto.
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<span style="color: black;">14. It is impossible to tell you of the splendours of that to which they have attained.
Little by little, as your eyes grow stronger, will we unveil to you the ineffable glory of the Path of the Adepts, and its nameless goal.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Even as a man ascending a steep mountain is lost to sight of his friends in the valley, so must the adept seem. They shall say: He is lost in the clouds. But he shall rejoice in the sunlight above them, and come to the eternal snows.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Or as a scholar may learn some secret language of the ancients, his friends shall say: «Look! he pretends to read this book. But it is unintelligible—it is nonsense.» Yet he delights in the Odyssey, while they read vain and vulgar things.
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<span style="color: black;">17. We shall bring you to Absolute Truth, Absolute Light, Absolute Bliss.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Many adepts throughout the ages have sought to do this; but their words have been perverted by their successors, and again and again the Veil has fallen upon the Holy of Holies.
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<span style="color: black;">19. To you who yet wander in the Court of the Profane we cannot yet reveal all; but you will easily understand that the religions of the world are but symbols and veils of the Absolute Truth. So also are the philosophies. To the adept, seeing all these things from above, there seems nothing to choose between Buddha and Mohammed, between Atheism and Theism.
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<span style="color: black;">20. The many change and pass; the one remains. Even as wood and coal and iron burn up together in one great flame, if only that furnace be of transcendent heat; so in the alembic of this spiritual alchemy, if only the zelator blow sufficiently upon his furnace all the systems of earth are consumed in the One Knowledge.
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<span style="color: black;">21. Nevertheless, as a fire cannot be started with iron alone, in the beginning one system may be suited for one seeker, another for another.
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<span style="color: black;">22. We therefore who are without the chains of ignorance, look closely into the heart of the seeker and lead him by the path which is best suited to his nature unto the ultimate end of all things, the supreme realization, the Life which abideth in Light, yea, the Life which abideth in Light.</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE QABALAH: AN INTRODUCTION</span>
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<em>‘every word is a number, and every number is a word’</em>
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<span style="color: black;">[The Kabbalah Unveiled. S L MacGregor Mathers] </span></div>
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Many occult systems use symbols and the technique of attempting to understand them can be a long process, and to the uninitiated they can seem incomprehensible. But symbols are basically a means of classification or the categorising of an idea or thought; a way of representing concepts of the inner actuality in a logical form. The ceremonial magician understands why certain gestures are used and what they represent at certain points of a ritual because the mind is exalted to a higher plain of thought where symbols are the dominant and ‘fluidic’ language.
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<span style="color: black;">The seeker of the Divine Knowledge must work hard for it is only by experience that the Greater Mysteries, beyond ordinary intellectual conceptions, will be revealed to the initiate in his or her understanding, in their essential, profound ‘symbolic’ form. It is all very well having an extensive knowledge of a ritual such as the Star Sapphire, but it is only through repeated performances of such a ritual that its real essence, and its symbolic keys, unlock other levels of inner understanding and interpretation.
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<span style="color: black;">When the student of magick uses qabalistic symbolism during ritual work, there must be a definite, subjective affect upon the practitioner and the qualities of that symbol must be felt.
‘The Qabalist goes to work in a different way. He does not attempt to make the mind rise up on the wings of metaphysics into the rarefied air of abstract reality; he formulates a concrete symbol that the eye can see, and lets it represent the abstract reality that no untrained human mind can grasp.’ [The Mystical Qabalah. Dion Fortune. Chapter 3]
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<span style="color: black;">There are many notable books on the Qabalah and it is an invaluable system for working with, but I would like to present here a basic understanding of its principles and philosophy.
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The philosophical foundations of the Tree of Life are extensive and it is acknowledged that the serious student should progress to more advanced studies. The Tree of Life, also known as the Minutum Mundum, is a pictorial diagram which shows the symbolic forces which operate within the Universe. The Tree contains ten distinct parts or categories into which all phenomena and life qualities can be placed. Each part, ‘sphere’ or Sephira (the plural is Sephiroth) can be studied separately or in relation with others to establish the mechanism of every plane. The Tree is also a metaphor for the physical body and the sephiroth relate to various parts of the human body. Each of these ‘sephira’ are connected by paths, twenty-two in number, which correspond to the Major Arcana of the Tarot.
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<span style="color: black;">The highest sephira, Kether, represents God which manifests from Ain Soph Aur (absolute nothingness). Kether is at the top of the Middle Pillar of equilibrium, with the left ‘negative polarity’ pillar and the right ‘active polarity’ pillar each side of it. The creative energy flows through Kether and down through the other sephiroth in a zigzag pattern towards the lowest sephira Malkuth, the physical plane.
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<span style="color: black;">The sephoroth are governed by certain characteristics which balance and affect Malkuth. As the sephiroth are set in balance so must the magician find balance with his or her own life and personality; the internal forces to refine one’s influences. The Tree consists of ten Sephiroth, which are the ten Numbers, and twenty-two paths which are the twenty-two Letters, totalling thirty-two.
‘every Number and Letter has its “Correspondence” in Ideas of every Sort; so that any given Object can be analysed in Terms of the 32. If I see a blue Star, I should regard it as a Manifestation of Chesed, Water, the Moon, Salt the Alchemical Principle, Sagittarius or What not, in respect of its Blueness – one would have to decide which from other Data – and refer it to the XVIIth Key of the Taro in respect of its Starriness.
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<span style="color: black;">The Use of these Attributions is lengthy and various: I cannot dwell upon it: but I will give one Example.
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<span style="color: black;">If I wish to visit the Sphere of Geburah, I use the Colours and Forces appropriate: I go there: if the Objects which then appear to my spiritual Vision are harmonious therewith, it is one Test of their Truth.
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<span style="color: black;">So also, to construct a Talisman, or to invoke a Spirit.’ [Qabalistic Dogma. Aleister Crowley. Appendix. The Collected Works, volume I]
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There are ten emanations or ‘fruits’ upon the Tree. These spheres are creative energy and understanding these ‘spheres’ is the key to a great source of knowledge. The creative energy in the first sephira Kether (the Crown) radiates downwards through the other sephiroth and is finally completed in Malkuth (the Kingdom). The emanations are as follows:
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000 – Ain Soph Aur: Limitless Light
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These are un-manifested aspects, the unknown, and are symbolic of God. From this ‘nothingness’ (unknown) comes ‘something’ (known) and that something in geometrical terms is the ‘point’, and it is the first aspect or emanation of God:
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<span style="color: black;">10. Malkuth: Kingdom. And so we return to unity by the reintroduction of ‘nought’. </span></div>
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It is essential for these to be committed to memory and to recognise the various correspondences which are attached to each sephira (see 777 by Aleister Crowley). I have found that a good visual technique is to see each sephira as a room in a vast house (or Temple) and these are connected via corridors (the twenty-two paths). Each ‘room’ will have its distinctive colours, ornamentation etc relative to the principles as set out in the correspondences and each room can be added to as new information is discovered. As an example: we may express the sephira ‘Tiphereth’ as a room by saying that we enter a door marked six with the alchemical symbol for the Sun upon it. The King Scale of colour for Tiphereth is ‘clear pink rose’ and so the walls could be composed of this colour with complementary colours (gold amber, salmon and yellow) for the floor and ceiling, hangings and decorative ornamentation. Precious stones are Topaz and Yellow Diamond which may be constructed to form a heart-shaped window, which may be open to let in the air, the element of this sephira, and there may be sculptures of the Phoenix or the Lion, or Gods associated with Tiphereth. There may be Olibanum (Frankincense) perfume in the air. Upon an altar will be the magical weapons: the Lamen or Rosy Cross and all should be in balance and harmonious and beautiful to look upon and everything that the eyes fall upon, or are experienced through the nose or the ears should suggest Tiphereth etc.
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Each sephira has a unique force or current peculiar to itself and the correspondences are harmonious with the nature of the current. The Tree is a representation of every conceivable idea and can be seen as a suitable system in which to represent all things of the ‘body’, all things of the ‘mind’ and all ‘phenomena’ in existence, every topic and subjects may be organised into the sephiroth. Like any system it is only as good as the person using it and continual practice by associations and correspondences will produce new discoveries and keys will unlock ‘secrets’ that will enhance ones’ personal interpretation of the Qabalah.
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Bhikshu Ananda Metteyya, a Buddhist monk – the first to visit the occident – held a reception in his cabin on the steamship Ava at the Albert Docks last night.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He was greeted by old friends – he is an Englishman by birth, long residences and education – as “Allan” but he refused to recognise his baptismal name, which he has renounced for ever. This name in full is Allan Bennett MacGregor. He is not a Scotsman, however, but a Londoner. The last name was adopted in early childhood.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Bhikshu – the monk’s official title – shivered in his cabin, warm and comfortable though it was. He was smoking asthma cigarettes to drive away the cold and damp of London’s weather. He was lightly clothed in pink robes – with a yellow lining – which were wrapped loosely around his gaunt frame, and his feet were unshod.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Though he is only thirty-five years old his hair is white and is closely shaven. His eyes are large, brilliant, and soulful. He speaks in low unimpassioned tones, but with a musical softness that charms the listener. His face is full of expression. One instinctively gains the impression that he is a man who has suffered long and intensely.
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“I am the first Buddhist monk to come to England. I have come to teach this country the tenets of Buddhism.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Bhikshu Ananda has had a remarkable career. He is a scientist of great attainments, and he has made several wonderful discoveries. He was at one time an assistant in the laboratory of Dr Dyer, the famous analytical chemist.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Seven years ago he went to China hoping to cure a severe attack of asthma. He there came into personal contact with several Buddhists and determined to become a monk.
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[The Dundee Evening Telegraph and Post. Page 4. Thursday 23rd April 1908]
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Bkikkhu Ananda Metteyya, the first Buddhist monk to visit England, arrived at the Albert Dock from Rangoon on board the steamship Ava yesterday. He was met by some friends who accompanied him to Barnes, where he will stay while in this country. The object of his visit is to assist in spreading a knowledge of Buddhism in the British Isles.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya is by birth a Scotsman. At one time he was well known in scientific circles as Mr. Allan Bennett MacGregor. He is the only English Buddhist monk; but he has three Europeans studying under him in Rangoon. He will deliver his first lecture in London on May 8.
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[The Yorkshire Telegraph and Star (evening).Page 3. Thursday 23rd April 1908]
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English soil was trodden yesterday for the first time by a Buddhist monk in full order of the sangha. The Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya formerly Mr Allan Bennett MacGregor, landed at ___ o’clock at Albert Dock, London, from the steamship Ava and was immediately driven in a ____ motor-car (horses being forbidden by the Buddhist code) to the house in Barnes where he hopes to lead for some years to come a life of contemplation and missionary effort.
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[The Hull Daily Mail. Page 3. Thursday 23rd April 1908]
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The chief and founder of the International Buddhist Society, the Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya, who has come from Rangoon to carry through a mission for the purpose of converting the people of England to Buddhism, landed on Wednesday at the Albert Dock from the steamship Ava. The priest, who was born in London, and was christened Allan Bennett Macgregor, was at one time assistant to Dr. Dyer, the famous analyst. Seven years ago – at the age of 28 – he went out to Ceylon, where he became interested in the teachings of Buddha, and decided to become a monk. He was admitted into the order at Akyab, and shortly afterwards founded the society at Rangoon. </span></span></div>
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The Bhikkhu, who was accompanied by three native ladies, Mrs. Hla Oung, Mrs. Bah Oung, and Mrs. Hbay, the wife of a Burmese judge, was met by Professor Mill and other members of the Buddhist Society of Great Britain and Ireland. In an interview with a Press representative, he explained that he had visited England to teach the tenets of Buddhism in this country.
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[The Somerset and West of England Advertiser. Page 3. Thursday 30th April 1908]
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“A. W. E.” Sends an interesting note about the first Buddhist priest to set foot in this country, who has just arrived in the person of a Scotsman, Allan Bennett MacGregor. “His mission is not to learn, but to teach, and it will be interesting to observe how the Western mind will reconcile itself to the idea of the East teaching the West. Not only is he the first apostle to come West, but he is also one of the few Europeans who have become leaders in the faith of Buddha. Ananda Metteyya, and externally he presents a strange and picturesque appearance with his clean-shaven head and yellow robe. The only possessions with which he landed were:- A small filter, a rosary, a razor, a begging bowl, and an umbrella. There are 272 rules to which he must strictly adhere. One of them confines him to a single meal a day, and, of course, he is compelled to be a vegetarian. He must travel barefoot, and when lecturing to mixed audiences must keep his face concealed. Moreover, he must be drawn by no animal, and, strange as it must have appeared, his first conveyance in this country was a motor-car.
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“Of his own immediate mission Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya has written at some length. For him Individualism is the great enemy. ‘Buddhism’, he writes, ‘with its central tenets of non-individualisation, is capable of offering to the West, to England, an escape from this curse of Individualism, which is the deep-rooted cause of the vast bulk of the suffering of mankind in Western lands to-day. That it can do this – not merely should – we have sufficient evidence if we compare together, say, the population of London with that of Burma, both numbering some six million. In Buddhist Burma we find none of the ever-widening gulfs between class and class so terribly manifest in Western lands.’ Finally, he contends that it is in Burma and not in Westminster that one learns to respect not wealth, but charity, and to revere not arrogance, but piety.”
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‘Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya, the Buddhist monk who has lectured before the Congress of Religions at Oxford, is soon to return to Burma. Notwithstanding the curious foreign name under which he now passes, he is a Scotsman, who at one time was known to the world as Allan Bennett Macgregor. He is well satisfied, he told an interviewer this afternoon, with the progress of his mission. Between twenty or thirty people in this country who were formerly agnostics have embraced his faith. Buddhism, he maintains, is not antagonistic to any religion, and he holds that it is the only means by which Christian ideals can be restored.
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Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya, the Buddhist monk who a few months ago arrived in London, has been conducting a month’s mission in the Metropolis, and left for Liverpool on Wednesday. After delivering a final lecture in that city he returns to Burma.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The yellow-clad bronzed monk is a Scotsman by birth, one Allan Bennett MacGregor, but he has lived several years in Burma.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The monk told a press representative on Monday of the result of his mission. Attired in a huge yellow robe, and puffing eternally at a cigarette, monk Ananda is a picturesque looking man.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">“The results of this little experimental mission have been very satisfactory,” he said. “the outcome is that we are entirely convinced that given support adequate to the propagation of so great a mission, there are thousands of British people who would call themselves Buddhists.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">“We are so satisfied with the reception we have received that if we can obtain sufficient financial support we shall return to Britain in two and a half years’ time, and celebrate the 2500th anniversary of the attainment of Buddhahood by building a monastery, and placing in permanent residence there five Buddhist monks.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">“Our mission here was not as much for the object of gaining converts as of spreading the ideals and ideas that Buddhism inculcates,” continued the monk.
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‘...Ananda Metteyya was born in London, of Scottish descent, his birth name being Allan Bennett MacGregor, and studied analytical chemistry under the well-known chemist, Dr. Bernard Dyer of Great Tower Street. He afterwards went to reside in Ceylon, where at 30 years of age he donned the Yellow Robe and became a professed Buddhist monk. Three or four of his fellow-countrymen have since followed in his footsteps and there are now several Buddhist monks of British birth in the order at Ceylon and Burma. Since that date no efforts have been spared to collect the necessary funds for the establishment of a sangha or monastery in the metropolis, and an impetus having been given recently to the movement, the wishes of the promoters of the scheme seen in likelihood of near fulfilment.’...’
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1. In the name of the Lord of Initiation, Amen. </span><br />
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2. I fly and I alight as an hawk: of mother-of-emerald are my mighty-sweeping wings. </span><br />
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16. I have hidden myself beneath a mask: I am a black and terrible God. </span><br />
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18. But the first kiss of love shall be radiant on your lips; and all my darkness and terror shall turn to light and joy. </span><br />
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19. Only those who fear shall fail. Those who have bent their backs to the yoke of slavery until they can no longer stand upright; them will I despise. </span><br />
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22. Light, Life, Love; Force, Fantasy, Fire; these do I bring you: mine hands are full of these. </span><br />
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23. There is joy in the setting-out; there is joy in the journey; there is joy in the goal. </span><br />
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24. Only if ye are sorrowful, or weary, or angry, or discomforted; then ye may know that ye have lost the golden thread, the thread wherewith I guide you to the heart of the groves of Eleusis. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
25. My disciples are proud and beautiful; they are strong and swift; they rule their way like mighty conquerors. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
26. The weak, the timid, the imperfect, the cowardly, the poor, the tearful—these are mine enemies, and I am come to destroy them. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
27. This also is compassion: an end to the sickness of earth. A rooting-out of the weeds: a watering of the flowers. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
28. O my children, ye are more beautiful than the flowers: ye must not fade in your season. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
29. I love you; I would sprinkle you with the divine dew of immortality. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
30. This immortality is no vain hope beyond the grave: I offer you the certain consciousness of bliss.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">31. I offer it at once, on earth; before an hour hath struck upon the bell, ye shall be with Me in the Abodes that are beyond Decay. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
32. Also I give you power earthly and joy earthly; wealth, and health, and length of days. Adoration and love shall cling to your feet, and twine around your heart. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
33. Only your mouths shall drink of a delicious wine—the wine of Iacchus; they shall reach ever to the heavenly kiss of the Beautiful God. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
34. I reveal unto you a great mystery. Ye stand between the abyss of height and the abyss of depth.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">35. In either awaits you a Companion; and that Companion is Yourself. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
36. Ye can have no other Companion. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
37. Many have arisen, being wise. They have said «Seek out the glittering Image in the place ever golden, and unite yourselves with It.» </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
38. Many have arisen, being foolish. They have said, «Stoop down unto the darkly splendid world, and be wedded to that Blind Creature of the Slime.» </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
39. I who am beyond Wisdom and Folly, arise and say unto you: achieve both weddings! Unite yourselves with both! </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
40. Beware, beware, I say, lest ye seek after the one and lose the other! </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
41. My adepts stand upright; their head above the heavens, their feet below the hells. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
42. But since one is naturally attracted to the Angel, another to the Demon, let the first strengthen the lower link, the last attach more firmly to the higher. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
43. Thus shall equilibrium become perfect. I will aid my disciples; as fast as they acquire this balanced power and joy so faster will I push them. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
44. They shall in their turn speak from this Invisible Throne; their words shall illumine the worlds.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">45. They shall be masters of majesty and might; they shall be beautiful and joyous; they shall be clothed with victory and splendour; they shall stand upon the firm foundation; the kingdom shall be theirs; yea, the kingdom shall be theirs. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In the name of the Lord of Initiation. Amen.</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE SUPREME RITUAL</span>
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<span style="color: black;">
The Feast of the Supreme Ritual is a celebration performed preferably at midday at the Thelemic ‘New Year’ [20th March] which honours Aleister and Rose Crowley’s invocation of 20th March 1904 in which the ‘Equinox of the Gods’ occurred. In looking at Crowley’s diary entries we can see the progress of events towards this momentous magical occasion!
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th March 1904:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley invokes IAO using the ritual of the ‘Bornless One’ which is identical to the ‘Preliminary Invocation’ in the Goetia [see Magick, Appendix – Liber Samekh]. His intention was to show his wife Rose the sylphs. Rose failed to see the sylphs but entered an ‘inspired’ state and kept repeating ‘they’re waiting for you!’ The next day <span style="color: black;">[Thursday 17th March 1904]</span> Crowley writes in his ‘Confessions’:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I don't remember whether I repeated my attempt to show her the sylphs, but probably did. It is in my character to persist. She again got into the same state and repeated her remarks, adding, "It is all about the child." And "All Osiris." I think I must have been annoyed by her contumacy. Perhaps for this reason I invoked Thoth, the god of wisdom, presumably by the invocation printed in Liber Israfel (The Equinox, Vol. I, No. VII), which I knew by heart. I may also have been subconsciously wondering whether there was not something in her remarks, and wanted to be enlightened. The record says, "Thoth, invoked with great success, indwells us." But this strikes me as to some extent "written up" in a spirit of complacency, if not arrogance. I remember nothing of any result.’ [Confessions. Chapter 49]
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 18th March 1904:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley’s diary for this day reads: ‘Told to INV. (invoke) Horus as the Sun by new way.’ It was Crowley’s wife Rose, whom Crowley named ‘Ouarda the seer’ (W for short) during this period [‘Ouarda’ is Arabic for ‘Rose’] who ‘told’ Crowley the manner in which to invoke Horus.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘She instructed me how to invoke Horus. The instructions were, from my point of view, pure rubbish. I suggested amending them. She emphatically refused to allow a single detail to be altered. She promised success (whatever that might mean) on Saturday or Sunday. If I had any aspiration left at all, it was to attain Samadhi (which I had not yet ever done). She promised that I should do so. I agreed to carry out her instructions, avowedly in order to show her that nothing could happen if you broke all the rules.’ [Confessions. Chapter 49]
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Saturday 19th March 1904:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley states in the ‘Book of Results’ that the ‘ritual’ [the Supreme Ritual for invoking Horus] was ‘written out and the invocation done’ with ‘little success’:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I wrote out the ritual and did the invocation with little success. I was put off, not only by my scepticism and the absurdity of the ritual, but by having to do it in robes at an open window on a street at noon. She allowed me to make the second attempt at midnight.’ [Confessions. Chapter 49]
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Sunday 20th March 1904:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley performs the ‘midnight invocation’ [midnight was probably the culmination of the ritual which may have been begun at 10 p.m. as his diary states] and receives ‘Great Success!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘The invocation was a startling success. I was told that "The Equinox of the Gods had come"; that is, that a new epoch had begun. I was to formulate a link between the solar-spiritual force and mankind.’ [Confessions. Chapter 49]
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">The next day [Monday 21st March,] the Sun entered Aries:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘March 21st-22nd-23rd. There seems to have been a reaction after the success of the twentieth. The phenomena faded out. I tried to clear up my position by the old methods and did a long Tarot divination [Wednesday 23rd March] which proved perfectly futile.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">March 23rd to April 7th. I made inquiries about the stele and had the inscriptions translated into French by the assistant curator at Boulak. I made poetic paraphrases of them. Ouarda now told me to enter the room, where all this work had been done, exactly at noon on April 8th, 9th and 10th, and write down what I heard, rising exactly at one o'clock.’ [Confessions. Chapter 49]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Supreme Ritual which Crowley used is shown below:
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE INVOCATION OF HORUS
ACCORDING TO THE DIVINE VISION OF W., THE SEER</span>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
To be performed before a window open to the E. or N. without incense. The room to
be filled with jewels, but only diamonds to be worn. A sword, unconsecrated, 44 pearl
beads to be told. Stand. Bright daylight at 12:30 noon. Lock doors. White robes. Bare feet. Be very loud. Saturday. Use the sign of Apophis and Typhon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
CONFESSION
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Unprepared and uninvoking Thee, I, ____________ am here in Thy Presence – for Thou art Everywhere, O Lord Horus! – to confess humbly before Thee my neglect and scorn of Thee.
How shall I humble myself enough before Thee? Thou art the mighty and unconquered Lord of the Universe: I am a spark of Thine unutterable Radiance.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">How should I approach Thee? But Thou art Everywhere. But Thou hast graciously deigned to call me unto Thee, to this Exorcism of Art, that I may be Thy Servant, Thine Adept, O Bright One, O Sun of Glory! Thou hast called me – should I not then hasten to Thy Presence?
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">With unwashen hands therefore I come unto Thee, and I lament my wandering from Thee – but Thou knowest!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Yea, I have done evil!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">If one blasphemed Thee, why should I therefore forsake Thee? But Thou art the Avenger; all is with Thee.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I bow my neck before Thee; and as once Thy sword was upon it so am I in Thy hands. Strike if Thou wilt: spare if Thou wilt: but accept me as I am.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">My trust is in Thee: shall I be confounded? This Ritual of Art; this Forty and Fourfold Invocation; this Sacrifice of Blood – these I do not comprehend.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">It is enough if I obey Thy decree; did Thy fiat go forth for my eternal misery, were it not my joy to execute Thy sentence on myself?
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">For why? For that All is in Thee and of Thee; it is enough if I burn up in the intolerable glory of Thy Presence.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Enough! I turn toward Thy Promise.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Doubtful are the Words: Dark are the Ways: but in Thy Words and Ways is Light. Thus then now as ever, I enter the Path of Darkness, if haply so I may attain the Light.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Hail!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strike, strike the master chord!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Horus, Avenger!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
O Thou of the Head of the Hawk! Thee, Thee, I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">(<em>At every "Thee I invoke," throughout the whole of the ritual, give the sign of Apophis.</em>)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thou only-begotten-child of Osiris Thy Father, and Isis Thy Mother. He that was slain;
She that bore Thee in Her womb flying from the Terror of the Water. Thee, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O Thou whose Apron is of flashing white, whiter than the Forehead of the Morning! Thee, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O Thou who hast formulated Thy Father and made fertile Thy Mother! Thee, Thee I
invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O Thou whose garment is of the golden glory with the azure bars of sky! Thee, Thee I
invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thou, who didst avenge the Horror of Death; Thou the slayer of Typhon! Thou who didst lift Thine arms, and the Dragons of Death were as dust; Thou who didst raise Thine Head and the Crocodile of Nile was abased before Thee! Thee, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O Thou whose Nemyss hideth the Universe with night, the impermeable Blue! Thee, Thee I invoke!
Thou who travellest in the Boat of Ra, abiding at the Helm of the Aftet boat and of the
Sektet boat! Thee, Thee I invoke!
Thou who bearest the Wand of Double Power! Thee, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thou about whose presence is shed the darkness of Blue Light, the unfathomable glory of the outmost Ether, the untravelled, the unthinkable immensity of Space. Thou who
concentrest all the Thirty Ethers in one darkling sphere of Fire! Thee, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O Thou who bearest the Rose and Cross of Life and Light! Thee, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The Voice of the Five.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Voice of the Six.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Eleven are the Voices.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Abrahadabra!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
II
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strike, strike the master chord!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Horus, Avenger!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
By Thy name of Ra, I invoke Thee, Hawk of the Sun, the glorious one!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name Harmachis, youth of the Brilliant Morning, I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name Mau, I invoke Thee, Lion of the Midday Sun!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name Tum, Hawk of the Even, crimson splendour of the sunset, I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name of Khep-Ra I invoke Thee, O Beetle of the hidden Mastery of Midnight!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy Heru-pa-Kraat, Lord of Silence, Beautiful Child that standest on the Dragons of
the Deep, I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name Apollo, I invoke Thee, O man of Strength and Splendour, O Poet, O Father!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name of Phoebus, that drivest Thy Chariot through the Heavens of Zeus, I invoke Thee.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name of Odin, I invoke Thee, O warrior of the North, O Renown of the Sagas.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thy name Jeheshua, O Child of the Flaming Star, I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Thine own, thy secret name Hoori, Thee I invoke!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Names are Five.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Names are Six.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Eleven are the Names!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Abrahadabra!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Behold! I stand in the Midst. Mine is the symbol of Osiris; to Thee are mine eyes
ever turned. Unto the splendour of Geburah, the Magnificence of Chesed, the mystery of Daath, thither I lift up mine eyes. This have I sought, and I have sought the Unity: hear Thou me!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
III
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;">Mine is the Head of the Man, and my insight is keen as the Hawk's. By my head I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I am the only-begotten child of my Father and Mother. By my body I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">About me shine the Diamonds of Radiance white and pure. By their brightness I invoke
Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Mine is the Red Triangle Reversed. the Sign given of none, save it be of Thee, O Lord! By the Lamen I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Mine is the garment of white sewn with gold, the flashing abbai that I wear. By my robe I invoke Thee!
Mine is the sign of Apophis and Typhon! By the sign I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Mine is the turban of white and gold, and mine the blue vigour of the intimate air! By my crown I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">My fingers travel on the Beads of Pearl; so run I after Thee in Thy car of glory. By my
fingers I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I bear the Wand of Double Power in the Voice of the Master - Abrahadabra! By the word I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Mine are the dark-blue waves of music in the song that I made of old to invoke Thee-
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strike, strike the master chord!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Horus, Avenger!
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
By the song I invoke Thee!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In my hand is thy Sword of Revenge; let it strike at Thy Bidding! </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By the Sword I invoke
Thee!
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Voice of the Five.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">he Voice of the Six.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Eleven are the Voices.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Abrahadabra!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
IV
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;">Mine is the Head of the Hawk! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">(<em>At every "Abrahadabra" throughout this section, give the sign of Apophis</em>)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I am the only-begotten-child of Osiris My Father, and Isis My Mother. He that was slain; She that bore Me in Her womb flying from the Terror of the Water. Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">My Apron is of flashing white, whiter than the Forehead of the Morning! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I have formulated My Father and made fertile My Mother! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Mine is the garment of the golden glory with the azure bars of sky! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I did avenge the Horror of Death, I am the slayer of Typhon! I did lift Mine arms, and the Dragons of Death were as dust; I did raise Mine Head, and the Crocodile of Nile was
abased before Me! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">My Nemyss hides the Universe with night, the impermeable Blue! Abrahadabra!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
I travel in the Boat of Ra, abiding at the Helm of the Aftet boat and of the Sektet boat!
Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">About my presence is shed the darkness Blue Light, the unfathomable glory of the outmost Ether, the untravelled, the unthinkable immensity of Space. I concentre all the Thirty Ethers in one darkling sphere of Fire! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">(<em>Remaining in the Sign, the invocation concludes:</em>)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Therefore I say unto thee: Come Thou forth and dwell in me; so that every spirit,
whether of the Firmament, or of the Ether, or of the Earth or under the Earth; on dry
land or in the Water, of Whirling air or of Rushing Fire; and every spell and scourge of
God the Vast One may be THOU! Abrahadabra!
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
The Adoration - Impromptu.
</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">TO ALLAN BENNETT MACGREGOR</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O man of Sorrows: brother unto Grief!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O pale with suffering, and dumb hours of pain!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O worn with thought! thy purpose springs again
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Soul of Resurrection: thou art chief
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And lord of all thy mind: O patient thief
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of God’s own fire! What mysteries find fane
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the white shrine of thy white spirit’s reign,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou man of Sorrows: O, beyond belief!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Let perfect Peace be with thee: let thy days
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Prosper in spite of thine unselfish soul;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And as thou lovest, so let Love increase
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon thee and about thee: till thy ways
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Gleam with the splendour of that secret goal
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose long war grows the great abiding peace.
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
[The Temple of the Holy Ghost. 1901, from The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley, volume I]</span>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">LIBER CHETH
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">vel VALLUM ABIEGNI</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">SUB FIGURA CLVI
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1. This is the secret of the Holy Graal, that is the sacred vessel of our Lady the Scarlet Woman, Babalon the Mother of Abominations, the bride of Chaos, that rideth upon our Lord the Beast. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
2. Thou shalt drain out thy blood that is thy life into the golden cup of her fornication. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
3. Thou shalt mingle thy life with the universal life. Thou shalt keep not back one drop. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
4. Then shall thy brain be dumb, and thy heart beat no more, and all thy life shall go from thee; and thou shalt be cast out upon the midden, and the birds of the air shall feast upon thy flesh, and thy bones shall whiten in the sun. </span><br />
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5. Then shall the winds gather themselves together, and bear thee up as it were a little heap of dust in a sheet that hath four corners, and they shall give it unto the guardians of the abyss. </span><br />
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6. And because there is no life therein, the guardians of the abyss shall bid the angels of the winds pass by. And the angels shall lay thy dust in the City of the Pyramids, and the name thereof shall be no more. </span><br />
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7. Now therefore that thou mayest achieve this ritual of the Holy Graal, do thou divest thyself of all thy goods. </span><br />
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8. Thou hast wealth; give it unto them that have need thereof, yet no desire toward it. </span><br />
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9. Thou hast health; slay thyself in the fervour of thine abandonment unto Our Lady. Let thy flesh hang loose upon thy bones, and thine eyes glare with thy quenchless lust unto the Infinite, with thy passion for the Unknown, for Her that is beyond Knowledge the accursèd one. </span><br />
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10. Thou hast love; tear thy mother from thine heart, and spit in the face of thy father. Let thy foot trample the belly of thy wife, and let the babe at her breast be the prey of dogs and vultures. </span><br />
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11. For if thou dost not this with thy will, then shall We do this despite thy will. So that thou attain to the Sacrament of the Graal in the Chapel of Abominations. </span><br />
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12. And behold! if by stealth thou keep unto thyself one thought of thine, then shalt thou be cast out into the abyss for ever; and thou shalt be the lonely one, the eater of dung, the afflicted in the Day of Be-with-Us. </span><br />
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14. Then shall every gain be a new sacrament, and it shall not defile thee; thou shalt revel with the wanton in the market-place, and the virgins shall fling roses upon thee, and the merchants bend their knees and bring thee gold and spices. Also young boys shall pour wonderful wines for thee, and the singers and the dancers shall sing and dance for thee. </span><br />
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15. Yet shalt thou not be therein, for thou shalt be forgotten, dust lost in dust. </span><br />
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16. Nor shall the æon itself avail thee in this; for from the dust shall a white ash be prepared by Hermes the Invisible. </span><br />
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17. And this is the wrath of God, that these things should be thus. </span><br />
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18. And this is the grace of God, that these things should be thus. </span><br />
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19. Wherefore I charge you that ye come unto me in the Beginning; for if ye take but one step in this Path, ye must arrive inevitably at the end thereof. </span><br />
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20. This Path is beyond Life and Death; it is also beyond Love; but that ye know not, for ye know not Love. </span><br />
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21. And the end thereof is known not even unto Our Lady or to the Beast whereon She rideth; nor unto the Virgin her daughter nor unto Chaos her lawful Lord; but unto the Crowned Child is it known? It is not known if it be known. </span><br />
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In May 1896 four members of the Second Order of the Golden Dawn performed a ritual written by Frater Iehi Aour [Allan Bennet] which was an invocation to cause an entity to give instruction to the magicians on the secrets of magical arts and occult wisdom. The ritual can be found in The Equinox, volume I, number III [1910. pp. 170-90] in ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’ under the title: ‘The Ritual for the Evocation unto visible appearance of the Great Spirit Taphthartharath’. The ritual was probably performed at the Second Order’s Temple at 62 Oakley Square on Wednesday 13th May 1896 and the four magicians were: Soror S.S.D.D. the Mighty Magus of Art [Florence Farr], Frater I. A. the Assistant Magus of Art [Allan Bennett], Frater Ae. A. Magus of the Fires [Charles Rosher] and Frater D.P.A.L. Magus of the Waters [Frederick L Gardner]. Their ages during the ceremony were respectively: S.S.D.D. 35, I.A. 23, Ae. A 37/38 , D.P.A.L. 39. Allan Bennett and Frederick Gardener were friends in the Golden Dawn and were also in the Esoteric Section of the Theosophical Society [Ananda Lodge] together around 1894-5.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The focal point of the ceremony in the centre of the circle is a ‘small brazen cauldron, heated over a lamp burning with spirit in which a snake has been preserved.’ The cauldron contains the ‘Hell-broth’ which Bennett, the Assistant Magus of Art was in charge of during the ritual. The purpose of the hell-broth was to provide the spirit [Taphthartharath, a spirit of Mercury] a material basis to give it a visible appearance. In a letter written by Bennett to Gardner some time before the ritual in May he writes: ‘There are certain more ingredients of the Hell-broth necessary to give our brother [followed by a word in Hebrew letters] physical pabulum whereon to act, which I am unable to get myself: the chief is a snake pickled in spirit. I believe you have some snakes in spirit; if you can spare one for this work it will more than double our chances of getting him materialised.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Also I left out my list: (I) Gum Ammoniacum two ouzs, and (II) Coriander seed two ouzs. Both of these are cheap. About ½ lb. of Spermaceti will be reqd. as I find I shall have to make a great Magick Candle to give light to read by: and this has to be compounded in certain ways with the fat of a snake. Also we will need about a pint of olive oil.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">If you could bring that snake and some of the other ingredients to Headquarters Friday afternoon when the Council is to be held, I will be there to receive them. You know that you must not talk to anyone save us three of the work we are about to do. It would greatly weaken us.’ [The Magicians of the Golden Dawn. ‘Magical Operations’. Ellic Howe. London. Routledge & Kegan Paul. 1972. Quotation 1985 ed. p 106]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A few days later Bennett writes again to Gardner: ‘I have got all the ingredients safely. I write to tell you that the operation will not take place tomorrow; and probably not for two or three weeks.
S.S.D.D. [Florence Farr] [Charles] Rosher and myself being all suddenly afflicted with grim and horrible diseases.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">We will probably meet tomorrow at the College when we will arrange when we are to do these things.’ [ibid. p. 106]
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE RITUAL
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">"Soror S.S.D.D. altered Frater I.A.'s ritual, making the operation to" "form a link between Thoth and the Magus. This is absurd; the correct way" "is as here given, in which the link is formed between the Spirit and the" "Magus."
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">To be performed on the day and in the hour of Mercury: the Evocation itself commencing in the magical hour of Tafrac, under the dominion of the Great Angel of Mercury, Lamed, Aleph, Peh, Resh. On Wednesday, May 13, 1896, this hour Tafrac occurs between 8h.32' P.M. and 9h.16', when Mercury is in 17 degrees Gemini on the cusp of seventh house slightly to South of due West. Moon going to Mars with Mercury 14 degrees Gemini Mercury to Neptune, Mercury 150 degrees Saturn. (1)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This is a duodecagram (twelve sided regular figure). It is oriented with a vertex to top and all diagonal chords are drawn, except those which would cross the exact centre of the figure. Each vertex surmounts a small ring-bordered disk, such that the portion under the doudecagram is not visible. The small ring at top has "S", that at bottom "N", that at right "W" and that at left "E" ___ these letters are oriented so that they would be read correctly from the perspective of a person standing at the centre of the figure and looking to each vertex in turn. There are several letters marking positions within the figure, all oriented with top parallel to the E-SE line and bottom toward the W-NW line. In a rectangle depending from the centre of the E-SE chord, the letter "C"; in a rectangle depending from the centre of the N-SW chord, the letter "D"; in two circles at the intersections of the S-NE chord with the W-SE and E-NW chords, "E"; symmetrically to either side of the N-SE and E-SW chord intersection, parallel to the S-NE chord, two circles with "G"; in the centre of the figure, a circumscribed equilateral triangle, base parallel to the N-SW chord, with "F" inside. There is a tangent, large ringed circle outside at the NE vertex, point of tangency obscured by the smaller ringed circle of that vertex. There is an equilateral triangle circumscribed within, base parallel to the tangent afore mentioned. There is an "A" within the apex of this triangle, top to apex direction. Below the "A", within the triangle, is the sigil from page 170 [of The Equinox volume I, number III], oriented as the "A". The Magical figures of Mercury are to be drawn in yellow-orange chalk upon the Ground as shown. At the quarter where the Spirit is to appear is drawn a triangle within a circle: at its points are to be placed three vessels burning on charcoal the Incense of Mercury. About the great circle are disposed lamps burning olive oil impregnated with snake-fat. C is the chair of the chief Operator. D is the altar, E E are the pillars, and G G handy and convenient tables whereon are set writing materials, the ingredients for the Hell-broth, charcoal, incense, &c., all as may be needed for this work. At F is placed a small brazen cauldron, heated over a lamp burning with spirit in which a snake has been preserved. (2)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">V.H. Sor: S.S.D.D. (3) addressed Mighty Magus of Art. V.H. Fra: I.A. (4) Assistant Magus of Art. V.H. Fra: AE.A. (5) Magus of the Fires. V.H. Fra: D.P.A.L. (6) Magus of the Waters. The duties of the Magus of Art will be to perform the actual processes of Invocation: to rule the Assistants and command them all. The Assistant Magus of Art shall act as Kerux in the circumambulations; he shall preside over the Brewing of the Hell-broth in the midst of the Circle: he shall repeat such Invocations as may be necessary at the command of the Magus of Art: and he shall prepare beforehand the place of the working. The Magus of Fires shall preside over all magical lights, fires, candles, incense, &c: he shall perform the invoking and consecrating rituals at the command of the Magus, and he shall consecrate the temple by Fire, and shall consecrate all Fire used in due form. The Magus of Waters shall preside over all the fluids used in the operation; over the Water and the Wine, the Oil and the Milk: he shall perform all banishing rituals at the opening of the ceremony: he shall purify the Temple by Water: he shall consecrate all watery things used in due form.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Mighty Magus of Art shall wear a white robe, yellow sash, red overmantle, indigo nemys, upon her breast shall she bear a great Tablet whereon is the magic seal of Mercury; and over this the lamen bearing the signature of Taphthartharath, on its obverse the Lamen of a Hierophant. She shall wear also a dagger in her sash, and a red rose on her heart: and she shall carry in her left hand the Ankh of Thoth, and in her right the Ibis Wand. The Assistant Magus of Art shall wear a white robe, with a girdle of snake-skin; a black head-dress and a Lamen of the Spirit, on its obverse the Lamen of the Hiereus. And he shall bear in his right hand a sword; and in his left hand the Magical Candle; and a black chain about his neck. The Magus of the Fires shall wear a white robe and yellow sash; and the rose upon his breast; in his right hand is a sword and in his left a red lamp. The Magus of the Waters shall wear a white robe and yellow sash and rose cross: he shall bear in his right hand a sword and in his left a cup of water.
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Fratres of the Order of the Rosy Cross, we are this day assembled together for the purpose of evoking unto visible appearance the spirit Taphthartharath. And before we can proceed further in an operation of so great danger, it is necessary that we should invoke that divine Aid and Assistance, without which would our work indeed be futile and of no avail. Wherefore being met thus together let us all kneel down and pray: [All kneel at the four points.] From Thy Hands O Lord cometh all good! From Thy Hands flow down all Grace and Blessing: the Characters of Nature with Thy Fingers hast thou traced, but none can read them unless he hath been taught in thy school. Therefore, even as servants look unto the hands of their Masters, and handmaidens unto the hands of their Mistresses, even so our eyes look unto thee! For Thou alone art our help, O Lord our God. Who should not extol Thee, who should not praise Thee, O Lord of the Universe! All is from Thee, all belongeth unto Thee! Either Thy Love or Thine Anger, all must again re-enter; for nothing canst Thou lose; all must tend unto Thy Honour and Majesty. Thou art Lord alone, and there is none beside Thee! Thou dost what thou wilt with Thy Mighty Arm, and none can escape from Thee! Thou alone helpest in their necessity the humble, the meek-hearted and the poor, who submit themselves unto Thee; and whosoever humbleth himself in dust and ashes before Thee, to such an one art Thou propitious! Who would not praise Thee then, Lord of the Universe! Who would not extol Thee! Unto whom there is no like, whose dwelling is in Heaven, and in every virtuous and God-fearing heart. O God the Vast One ___ Thou are in all things. O Nature, Thou Self from Nothing: for what else shall I call Thee! In myself I am nothing, in Thee I am all self, and live in Thy Selfhood from Nothing! Live Thou in me, and bring me unto that Self which is in Thee! Amen! [All rise ___ a pause.] </span></span></div>
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"Magus of Art:" Fratres of the Order of the Rosy Cross, let us purify and consecrate this place as the Hall of Dual Truth. Magus of the Waters, I command Thee to perform the lesser banishing ritual of the Pentagram, (8) to consecrate the Water of purification, the wine, the oil, and the milk; and afterwards to purify the place of working with the Consecrated Water! </span></span></div>
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"Magus of Waters:" Mighty Magus of Art! All thy commands shall be fulfilled, and thy desires accomplished. [He passes to the North, where are collected in open vessels, the water, the wine, the oil, and the milk; and makes with his sword over them the banishing pentagram of water, saying:] I exorcise ye impure, unclean and evil spirits that dwell in these creatures of water, oil, wine, and milk, in the name of EL strong and mighty, and in the name of Gabriel, great Angel of Water, I command ye to depart and no longer to pollute with your presence the Hall of Twofold Truth! [Drawing over them the equilibrating Pentagram of Passives, and the invoking Pentagram of water, he says:] In the name of HCOMA, (9) and by the names Empeh Arsel Gaiol, (10) I consecrate ye to the service of the Magic of Light! He places the Wine upon the Altar, the Water he leaves at the North, the oil towards the South, and the brazen vessel of milk on the tripod in the midst of the circle. </span></span></div>
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The Magus of Art silently recites to herself the exhortation of the Lords of the Key Tablet of Union, (11) afterwards saying silently: I invoke ye, Lords of the Key Tablet of Union, to infuse into these elements of Water and Fire your mystic powers, and to cast into the midst of these opposing elements the holy powers of the great letter Shin: to gleam and shine in the midst of the Balance, even in the Cauldron of Art wherein alike is fire and moisture. [After the consecration of the Water, the Magus of Waters takes up the cup of water, and scatters water all round the edge of the circle, saying:] So first the priest who governeth the works of Fire, must sprinkle with the lustral waters of the loud-resounding sea. [He then passes to the centre of the circle and scatters the water in the four quarters, saying:] I purify with water. [He resumes his place in the North.] </span></span></div>
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"Magus of Art:" Magus of the Fires, I command you to consecrate this place by the banishing ritual of the Hexagram, (12) to consecrate the Magic fire and lights; to illumine the lamps and place them about the circle in orderly disposition; and afterwards to consecrate this place with the holy fire.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> "Magus of the Fires:" Mighty Magus of Art! all thy commands shall be obeyed and all thy desires shall be accomplished. [He collects together at the South the incense, oil, charcoal, and magic candle, and performs the lesser banishing ritual of the Hexagram at the four quarters; then, extinguishing all lights save one, he performs over these the banishing ritual of the Pentagram of fire, saying:] I exorcise ye, evil and opposing spirits dwelling in this creature of Fire, by the holy and tremendous name of God the Vast One, Elohim: and in the name of Michael, great Archangel of Fire, that ye depart hence, no longer polluting with your presence the Hall of Twofold Truth. [He lights from that one flame the Magical candle, and drawing over it the invoking pentagram of spirit active, he cries:] BITOM! (13) [And then, drawing the invoking pentagram of Fire, he says:] I, in the names of BITOM and by the names Oip Teaa Pedoce, (14) I consecrate thee, O creature of fire, to the service of the works of the Magic of Light! [He lights from the magical candle the eight lamps, and the charcoal for the incense-burners, after which he casts incense on the coals in the censer and passes round the circle censing, saying:] And, when after all the phantasms are vanished, thou shalt see that holy and Formless Fire, that Fire which darts and flashes through the hidden depths of the Universe, hear thou the Voice of the Fire. [He passes to the centre of the circle and censes towards the four quarters, saying:] I consecrate with fire. [He resumes his place in the South.] </span></span></div>
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[Chief Magus takes fan, and fanning air says:] I exorcise thee, creature of Air, by these Names, that all evil and impure spirits now immediately depart. [Circumambulates, saying:] Such a fire existeth extending through the rushing of the air, or even a fire formless whence cometh the image of a voice, or even a flashing light abounding, revolving, whirling forth, crying aloud. [Makes banishing air pentagram:] Creature of Air, in the names EXARP (15) Oro Ibah Aozpi, (16) I consecrate thee to the works of the Magic of Light! [Making invoking Pentagrams in air. All face West.] </span></span></div>
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[Assistant Magus then casts salt to all four quarters, all over the circle, and passes to West, faces East, and describes with his chain the Banishing pentagram of Earth, saying:] I exorcise thee, creature of Earth, by and in the Divine Names Adonai Ha Aretz, Adonai Melekh Namen, and in the name of Aurial, Great Archangel of Earth, that every evil and impure spirit now depart hence immediately. [Circumambulates, saying:] Stoop not down unto the darkly splendid world, wherein lieth continually a faithless depth, and Hades wrapt in gloom, delighting in unintelligible images, precipitous, winding, a black ever-rolling abyss, ever espousing a body unluminous, formless and void. [Making invoking pentagram.] Creature of Earth, in the names of NANTA Emor Dial Hectega, (17) I consecrate thee to the service of the Magic of Light! </span></span></div>
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"Chief Magus:" We invoke ye, great lords of the Watch-towers of the Universe! (18) guard ye our Magic Circle, and let no evil or impure spirit enter therein: strengthen and inspire us in this our operation of the Magic of Light. Let the Mystic Circumambulation take place in the Path of Light. [Assistant Magus of Art goes first, holding in his left the Magic Candle, and in his right the Sword of Art, with which latter he traces in the air the outer limits of the Magic Circle. All circumambulate thrice. He then, standing at East and facing East, says]: Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed! Holy art thou, the Vast and the Mighty One! Lord of the Light and of the Darkness! </span></span></div>
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"Magus of Fire:" Mighty Magus of Art, all thy commands shall be obeyed, and all thy desires shall be accomplished! [He does it. (19)] [The Magus now advances to the centre of the circle, by the Magical Cauldron, wherein is the milk becoming heated, turns himself towards the Fire of the spirit, and recites:]</span></span></div>
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Majesty of the Godhead, Wisdom-crowned Thoth, Lord of the Gates of the Universe: Thee! Thee we invoke! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Behold, I am Yesterday, To-day, and the brother of the Morrow! For I am born again and again. Mine is the unseen force which created the Gods, and giveth life unto the dwellers in the watch-towers of the Universe. I am the charioteer in the East, Lord of the Past and the Future, He who seeth by the Light that is within Him. I am the Lord of Resurrection, who cometh forth from the dusk, and whose birth is from the House of Death. O ye two divine hawks upon your pinnacles, who are keeping Watch over the Universe! Ye who accompany the bier unto its resting-place, and who pilot the Ship of Ra, advancing onwards unto the heights of Heaven! Lord of the Shrine which standeth in the centre of the Earth! Behold He is in me and I in Him! Mine is the radiance in which Ptah floateth over his firmament. I travel upon high. I tread upon the firmament of Nu. I raise a flame with the flashing lightning of mine eye, ever rushing forward in the splendour of the daily glorified Ra, giving life to every creature that treadeth upon the Earth. If I say come up upon the mountains, The Celestial waters shall flow at my word; For I am Ra incarnate, Khephra created in the flesh! I am the living image of my Father Tmu, Lord of the City of the Sun! The God who commands in my mouth: The God of Wisdom is in my heart: My tongue is the sanctuary of Truth: And a God sitteth upon my lips! My Word is accomplished each day, and the desire of my heart realises itself like that of Ptah when he creates his works. Since I am Eternal everything acts according to my designs, and everything obeys my words. Therefore do Thou come forth unto Me from thine abode in the Silence, Unutterable Wisdom, All-light, All-power. Thoth, Hermes, Mercury, Odin, by whatever name I call Thee, Thou art still Un-named and nameless for Eternity! Come thou forth, I say, and aid and guard me in this Work of Art. Thou, Star of the East that didst conduct the Magi. Thou art the same, all present in Heaven and in Hell. Thou that vibratest betwixt the Light and the Darkness Rising, descending, changing for ever, yet for ever the same! The Sun is Thy Father! Thy Mother the Moon! The Wind hath borne Thee in its bosom: And Earth hath ever nourished the changeless Godhead of Thy Youth. Come Thou forth I say, come Thou forth, And make all spirits subject unto me! So that every spirit of the firmament, And of the Ether of the Earth, And under the Earth, On dry land, And in the Water, Of whirling Air, And of rushing Fire, And every spell and scourge of God, may be obedient unto Me! [She binds a black cord thrice round the sigil of the Spirit and veils it in black silk, saying:] Hear me, ye Lords of Truth in the Hall of Themis, hear ye my words, for I am made as ye! I now purpose with the divine aid, to call forth this day and hour the Spirit of Mercury, Taphthartharath, whose magical sigil I now bind with this triple cord of Bondage, and shroud in the black concealing darkness and in death! Even as I knot about this sigil the triple cord of Bondage, so let the Magic power of my will and words penetrate unto him, and bind him that he cannot move; but is presently forced by the Mastery and the Majesty of the rites of power to manifest here before us without this Circle of Art, in the magical triangle which I have provided for his apparition. And even as I shroud from the Light of Day this signature of that Spirit Taphthartharath, so do I render him in his place blind, deaf and dumb. That he may in no wise move his place or call for aid upon his Gods; or hear another voice save mine or my companions', or see another path before him than the one unto this place. [Sigil is placed outside the circle by the assistant Magus of Art.] And the reason of this my working is, that I seek to obtain from that spirit Taphthartharath the knowledge of the realm of Kokab, and to this end I implore the divine assistance in the names of Elohim Tzebaoth, Thoth, Metatron, Raphael, Michael, Beni Elohim, Tiriel. [Chief resumes her seat. The three others pass to the West and point their swords in menace at the veiled and corded sigil. The Assistant Magus then lifts the sigil on to the edge of the circle, and says:] Who gives permission to admit to the Hall of Dual Truth this creature of sigils? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> O Thou mighty and powerful spirit Taphthartharath, I bind and conjure Thee very potently, that Thou do appear in visible form before us in the magical triangle without this Circle of Art. I demand that Thou shalt speedily come hither from Thy dark abodes and retreats, in the sphere of Kokab, and that Thou do presently appear before us in pleasing form, not seeking to terrify us by vain apparitions, for we are armed with words of double power, and therefore without fear! and I moreover demand, binding and conjuring Thee by the Mighty Name of Elohim Tzebaoth, that Thou teach us how we may acquire the power to know all things that appertain unto the knowledge of Thoth who ruleth the occult wisdom and power. And I am about to invocate Thee in the Magical hour of TAFRAC, on this day, for that in this day and hour the great angel of Kokab, Raphael, reigneth ___ beneath whose dominion art Thou ___ and I swear to Thee, here in the hall of the twofold manifestation of Truth, that, as liveth and ruleth for evermore the Lord of the Universe; that even as I and my companions are of the Order of the Rose of Ruby and the Cross of Gold; that even as in us is the knowledge of the rites of power ineffable: Thou SHALT this day become manifest unto visible appearance before us, in the magical triangle without this Circle of Art: [It should now have arrived at the Magical Hour Tafrac, commencing at 8h. 32' P.M. If not, then the Adepti seat themselves, and await that time. When it is fulfilled, the Assistant Magus places the sigil on the Altar in the right quarter: the Magus advances to the East of the Altar, lays her left hand upon it, in her right holding the sword with its point upon the centre of the sigil. The Associate Magus holds the Magical Candle for her to read by: and the Magus of the Fires the Book of Invocations, turning the pages that she may read continually. She recites:] Hear ye, ye lords of Truth, hear ye, ye invoked powers of the sphere of Kokab, that all is now ready for the commencement of this Evocation!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> [To be said, assuming the mask or form of the Spirit Taphthartharath.] Taw O Thou Mighty Spirit of Mercury, Taphthartharath! I bind, command and very potently do conjure Thee: Peh By the Majesty of the terrible Name of Taw, Vau, Aleph, Bet, Tzaddi, Mem-final, Yod, Heh, Lamed, Aleph, The Gods of the Armies of the Mem-final, Yod, Heh, Lamed, Aleph, Yod, Nun, Bet By and in the name of: Lamed, Aleph, Koph, Yod, Mem Great Archangel of God, that ruleth in the Sphere of Kokab, by and in the name of: Lamed, Aleph, Peh, Resh Great Angel of Mercury; by and in the Name of: Lamed, Aleph, Yod, Resh, Yod, Tet The Mighty Intelligence of Kokab; By and in the Name of the Sephira Hod And in the name of that thy sphere KOKAB That Thou come forth here now, in this present day and hour, and appear in visible form before us; in the great magic triangle without this Circle of Art. Taw I bind and conjure Thee anew: By the magical figures which are traced upon the ground: By the Magic Seal of Mercury I bear upon my breast: By the Eight Magic Lamps that flame around me: By Thy seal and sigil which I bear upon my heart: that Thou come forth, here, now, in this present day and hour, and appear in visible and material form before us, in the great magic triangle without this Circle of Art. Resh I bind and conjure thee anew: By the Wisdom of Thoth the Mighty God: By the Light of the Magic Fire: By the Unutterable Glory of the Godhead within me: By all powerful names and rites: that Thou come forth, here, now, in this present day and hour, and appear in visible and material form before us, in the great magical triangle without this Circle of Art. Taw I bind and conjure Thee anew: By the powers of Word and of Will: By the Powers of Number and Name: By the Powers of Colour and Form: By the Powers of Sigil and Seal: That Thou come forth, here, now, in this present day and hour, and appear in visible and material form before us in the great magical triangle without this Circle of Art. Resh I bind and conjure thee anew: By all the Magic of Light: By the Ruby Rose on the Cross of Gold: By the Glory of the Sun and Moon: By the flashing radiance of the Magic Telesmata: By the Names of God that make Thee tremble every day! That Thou come forth, here, now, in this present day and hour, and appear in visible and material form before us in the great Magic triangle without this Circle of Art! Taw But if thou art disobedient and unwilling to come: Then will I curse Thee by the Mighty Names of God! And I will cast Thee down from Thy Power and Place! And I will torment Thee with new and terrible names! And I will blot out Thy place from the Universe; And Thou shalt "never" rise again! So come Thou forth quickly, Thou Mighty Spirit Taphthartharath, come Thou forth quickly from thy abodes and retreats! Come unto us, and appear before us in visible and material form within the great Magical triangle without this Circle of Art, courteously answering all our demands, and see Thou that Thou deceive us in no wise ___ lest ___ [Take up the veiled sigil and strike it thrice with the blade of the Magic sword, then hold it in the left aloft in the air, at the same time stamping thrice with the Right Foot. Assistant Magus now takes sigil and places it in the North: S.S.D.D. returns to her seat, takes lotus wand (or Ibis sceptre) and says:] The voice of the Exorcist said unto me, let me shroud myself in Darkness, peradventure thus may I manifest in Light. I am an only Being in an abyss of Darkness, from the Darkness came I forth ere my birth, from the silence of a primal sleep. And the Voice of Ages answered unto my soul: </span></span></div>
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"Creature of Mercury, who art called Taphthartharath! The Light shineth in Thy darkness, but thy darkness comprehendeth it not!" Let the Mystic Circumambulation take place in the Path of Darkness, with the Magic Light of Occult science to guide our way! [I.A. takes up sigil in left and candle in right. Starting at North they circumambulate once. S.S.D.D. rises, and passes round the Temple before them, halting at the Gate of the West. Sigil bared by I.A., purified and consecrated: S.S.D.D., as Hiereus, assuming the mask of the Spirit, strikes the sigil (now partly bared) "once" with the Magic Sword, and says:] Thou canst not pass from concealment unto manifestation save by the virtue of the name Elohim! Before all things are the Chaos and the Darkness, and the Gates of the Land of Night. I am he whose name is Darkness; I am the Great One of the Paths of the Shades! I am the Exorcist in the midst of the exorcism: appear thou therefore without fear before me, for I am He in whom Fear is not! Thou hast known me, so pass thou on! [Magus of Art passes round to the Throne of the East, Assistant Magus re-veils the sigil and carries it round once more. They halt, bare, purify and consecrate sigil as before: they approach the Gate of the East. Sigil unveiled: S.S.D.D. smiting sigil once with lotus wand.] Thou canst not pass from concealment unto manifestation save by virtue of the name of I.H.V.H. After the formless and the void and the Darkness cometh the knowledge of the Light. I am that Light which riseth in the Darkness: I am the Exorcist in the midst of the exorcism: appear Thou therefore in Visible Form before me, for I am the wielder of the forces of the Balance. Thou hast known me now, so pass Thou on unto the Cubical Altar of the Universe! [Sigil re-veiled, and conducted to altar, placed on West of triangle; S.S.D.D. passes to Altar holding sigil and sword as before. On her right hand is AE.A. with the Magic Candle: on her left is D.P.A.L. with the ritual. Behind her to the East of the Magical Cauldron is I.A. casting into the milk at each appropriate moment the right ingredient. Afterwards, as S.S.D.D. names each Magical Name, I.A. draws in the perfected Hell-broth the sigils, appropriate thereunto: at which time S.S.D.D. recites the:]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Come forth! Come forth! Come forth unto us, Spirit of Kokab Taphthartharath, I conjure Thee! Come! Accept of us these magical sacrifices, prepared to give Thee body and form. Herein are blended the magical elements of Thy body, the symbols of Thy mighty being. For the sweet scent of the mace is that which shall purify Thee finally from the Bondage of Evil. And the heat of the magical fire is my will which volatilises the gross matter of Thy Chaos, enabling thee to manifest Thyself in pleasing form before us. And the flesh of the serpent is the symbol of Thy body, which we destroy by water and fire, that it may be renewed before us. And the Blood of the Serpent is the Symbol of the Magic of the Word Messiah, whereby we triumph over Nahash. And the all-binding Milk is the magical water of Thy purification. And the Fire which flames over all [assistant lights Hell-broth] is the utter power of our sacred rites! Come forth! Come forth! Come forth unto us, Spirit of Mercury, O Taphthartharath. I bind and conjure Thee by Him that sitteth for ever on the Throne of Thy Planet, the Knower, the Master, the All-Dominating by Wisdom, Thoth the Great King, Lord of the Upper and the Lower Crowns! I bind and conjure Thee by the Great Name IAHDONHI Whose power is set flaming above Thy Palaces, and ruleth over Thee in the midst of Thy gloomy Habitations. And by the powers of the mighty letter Beth: which is the house of our God, and the Crown of our Understanding and Knowledge. And by the great Magic Word StiBeTTChePhMeFShiSS which calleth Thee from Thy place as Thou fleest before the presence of the Spirit of Light and the Crown! And by the name ZBaTh, which symbolises Thy passage from Mercury in Gemini unto us in Malkuth: Come forth, come forth, come forth! Taphthartharath! In the name of IAHDONHI: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the name of Elohim Tzebaoth! I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the Name of Mikhael: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the Name of Raphael: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the Name of Tiriel: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the Name of Asboga: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the Name of Din and Doni: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! Taphthartharath! In the Name of Taphthartharath: I invoke Thee: appear! appear! O Thou Mighty Angel who art Lord of the 17th Degree of Gemini, wherein now Mercury takes refuge, send thou unto me that powerful but blind force in the form of Taphthartharath. I conjure thee by the Names of Mahiel and Onuel, they who rejoice. Come forth unto us therefore, O Taphthartharath, Taphthartharath, and appear thou in visible and material form before us in the great Magical triangle without this Circle of Art! And if any other Magus of Art, or any other school than ours, is now invoking Thee by potent spells; or if Thou art bound by Thy vow, or Thy duties, or the terrible bonds of the Magic of Hell; then I let shine upon Thee the glory of the symbol of the Rose and the Cross; and I tell Thee by that symbol that Thou art free of all vows, of all bonds, for what time Thou comest hither to obey my will! Or if any other Master or Masters of the Magic of Light of the Order of the Rose of Ruby and the Cross of Gold is now binding and invoking Thee by the supreme, absolute and fearful power of this our Art: then I command and conjure Thee by every name and rite already rehearsed that Thou send unto us an ambassador to declare unto us the reason of Thy disobedience. But if Thou art yet disobedient and unwilling to come, then will I curse Thee by the Mighty Names of God, and I will cast Thee forth from Thy Power and Place. And I will torment Thee by horrible and terrible rites. And I will blot out Thy place from the Universe and Thou shalt NEVER rise again! So come Thou forth, Thou Spirit of Mercury, Taphthartharath, come Thou forth quickly, I advise and command Thee. Come Thou forth from Thy abodes and retreats. Come Thou forth unto us, and appear before us in this Magical triangle without this Circle of Art: in fair and human form, courteously answering in an audible voice all of our demands. As is written: "Kiss the Son lest He be angry! If His anger be kindled, yea, but a little ___ Blessed are they that put their trust in Him!" [The Mighty Magus of Art lifts up the sigil towards Heaven, tears off from it the Black Veil, and cries:] Creature of Kokab, long hast Thou dwelt in Darkness! Quit the Night and seek the Day! [Sigil is replaced to West of the triangle; Magus holds the Sword erect (point upwards) over its centre, and lays her left hand upon it, saying:] By all the names, powers and rites already rehearsed, I conjure Thee thus unto visible apparition: KHABS AM PEKHT. KONX OM PAX. LIGHT IN EXTENSION. [Saith the Magus of Art:] As the Light hidden in Darkness can manifest therefrom, SO SHALT THOU become manifest from concealment unto manifestation! [The Magus of Art takes up the sigil, stands at East of Altar facing West, and says:]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Tiriel, Angel of God, in the name of IAHDONHI I conjure thee send thou unto us this spirit TAPHTHARTHARATH. Do thou force him to manifest before us without this Circle of Art. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O Tiriel, Tiriel: in all the mighty signs, and seals, and symbols here gathered together, I conjure thee in the Name of the Highest to force this Spirit Taphthartharath unto visible manifestation before us, in the great triangle without this Circle of Art. [The Magus now places the sigil between the mystic pillars, and attacks it as Enterer, directing upon it her whole will: following this projection by the sign of silence. If he does not yet appear, then repeat the invocation to Tiriel from the throne of the East. This process may be repeated thrice. But if not even then the Spirit come, then an error hath been committed, in which case replace Sigil on altar, holding sword as usual, and say:]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O ye great Lords of the Hall of the Twofold Manifestation of Truth, who preside over the weighing of the Souls in the Place of Judgment before AESHOORI, Give me your hands, for I am made as ye! Give me your hands, give me your magic powers, that I may have given unto me the force and the Power and the Might irresistible, which shall compel this disobedient and malignant spirit, Taphthartharath, to appear before me, that I may accomplish this evocation of arts according to all my works and all my desires. In myself I am nothing: in ye I am all self, and exist in the selfhood of the Mighty to Eternity! O Thoth, who makest victorious the word of AESHOORI against his adversaries, make thou my word, who am Osiris, triumphant and victorious over this spirit: Taphthartharath Amen. [Return to place of the Hierophant, and repeat, charging. He now will certainly appear. But so soon as he appears, again let the sigil be purified and censed by the Magus of Art. Then removing from the middle of the sigil the Cord of Bondage, and holding that sigil in her left hand, she will smite with the flat blade of her magic sword, saying:] By and in the Names of IAHDONHI, Elohim Tzebaoth, Michael, Raphael and Tiriel: I invoke upon thee the power of perfect manifestation unto visible appearance! [I.A. now takes up the sigil in his right hand and circumambulates thrice. He places sigil on the ground at the place of the spirit. S.S.D.D., from the place of the Hierophant, now recites (I.A. with sword guarding the place of the spirit, D.P.A.L. holding the Book; and AE.A. holding the magical candle for her to read by)] </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Behold! Thou Great Powerful Prince and Spirit, Taphthartharath, we have conjured Thee hither in this day and hour to demand of Thee certain matters relative to the secret magical knowledge which may be conveyed to us from Thy great master Thoth through Thee. But, before we can proceed further, it is necessary that Thou do assume a shape and form more distinctly material and visible. Therefore, in order that Thou mayest appear more fully visible, and in order that Thou mayest know that we are possessed of the means, rites, powers and privileges of binding and compelling Thee unto obedience, do we rehearse before Thee yet again the mighty words; the Names, the Sigils, and the Powers of the conjurations of fearful efficacy: and learn that if Thou wert under any bond or spell, or in distant lands or elsehow employed, yet nothing should enable Thee to resist the power of our terrible conjuration; for if Thou art disobedient and unwilling to come, we shall curse and imprecate Thee most horribly by the Fearful Names of God the Vast One; and we shall tear from Thee Thy rank and Thy power, and we shall cast Thee down unto the fearful abode of the chained ones and shells, and Thou shalt never rise again! Wherefore make haste, O Thou mighty spirit Taphthartharath, and appear very visibly before us, in the magical triangle without this Circle of Art. I bind and conjure Thee unto very visible appearance in the Divine and Terrible Name IAHDONHI, By the Name IAHDONHI, And in the Name IAHDONHI, I command Thee to assume before us a very visible and material Form. By and in the Mighty Name of God the Vast One. ELOHIM TZEBAOTH, And in the Name ELOHIM TZEBAOTH, And by the Name ELOHIM TZEBAOTH, I bind and conjure Thee to come forth very visibly before us. I bind and conjure Thee unto more manifest appearance, O thou Spirit, Taphthartharath. By the Name of MICHAEL, And in the Name of MICHAEL, By and in that Name of MICHAEL, I bind and conjure Thee that Thou stand forth very visibly, endowed with an audible voice, speaking Truth in the Language wherein I have called Thee forth. Let IAHDONHI, ELOHIM TZEBAOTH, MICHAEL, RAPHAEL, BENI ELOHIM, TIRIEL, ASBOGA, DIN, DONI, HOD, KOKAB and every name and spell and scourge of God the Vast One bind Thee to obey my words and will. Behold the standards, symbols and seals and ensigns of our God: obey and fear them, O Thou mighty and potent Spirit, Taphthartharath! Behold our robes, ornaments, insignia and weapons: and say, are not these the things Thou fearest? Behold the magic fire, the mystic lamps, the blinding radiance of the Flashing Tablets! Behold the Magical Liquids of the Material Basis; it is these that have given Thee Form! Hear thou the Magical Spells and Names and chants which bind Thee! Taphthartharath! Taphthartharath! Taphthartharath! Taphthartharath! Taphthartharath! Taphthartharath! Taphthartharath! Arise! Move! Appear! Zodacar Eca od Zodamerahnu odo kikalŠ Imayah piapŠ piamoel od VAOAN!</span></span></div>
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[If at this time that spirit be duly and rightly materialized, then pass on to the request of the Mighty Magus of Art; but if not, then doth the Magus of Art assume the God form of Thoth, and say:] Thou comest not! Then will I work and work again. I will destroy Thee and uproot Thee out of Heaven and Earth and Hell. Thy place shall be come empty; and the horror of horrors shall abide in Thy heart, and I will overwhelm Thee with fear and trembling, for "SOUL mastering Terror" is my Name. [If at this point he manifest, then pass on to the final Request of the Mighty Magus of Art; if not, continue holding the arms in the sign of Apophis.] Brother Assistant Magus! Thou wilt write me the name of this evil serpent, this spirit Taphthartharath, on a piece of pure vellum, and thou shalt place thereon also His seal and character; that I may curse, condemn and utterly destroy Him for His disobedience and mockery of the Divine and Terrible Names of God the Vast One. [Assistant Magus does this.] Hear ye my curse, O Lords of the Twofold Manifestation of Thmaist. I have evoked the Spirit Taphthartharath in due form by the formulae of Thoth. But He obeys not, He makes no strong manifestation. Wherefore bear ye witness and give ye power unto my utter condemnation of the Mocker of your Mysteries. I curse and blast Thee, O thou Spirit Taphthartharath. I curse Thy life and blast Thy being. I consign Thee unto the lowest Hell of Abaddon. By the whole power of the Order of the Rose of Ruby and the Cross of Gold ___ for that Thou hast failed at their behest, and hast mocked by Thy disobedience at their God-born knowledge ___ by that Order which riseth even unto the white throne of God Himself do I curse Thy life and blast Thy being; and consign Thee unto the lowermost Hell of Abaddon! In the Names of IAHDONHI, Elohim Tzebaoth, Michael, Raphael, Beni Elohim and Tiriel: I curse Thy Life And Blast Thy Being! Down! Sink down to the depths of horror. By every name, symbol, sign and rite that has this day been practised in this Magic Circle: by every power of my soul, of the Gods, of the Mighty Order to which we all belong! I curse Thy Life And Blast Thy Being! Fall, fall down to torment unspeakable! If Thou dost not appear then will I complete the fearful sentence of this curse. God will not help Thee. Thou, Thou hast mocked His Name. [Taking the slip of vellum and thrusting it into the magical Fire.] I bid Thee, O sacred Fire of Art, by the Names and Powers which gave birth unto the Spirit of the Primal Fire: I bind and conjure Thee by every name of God, the Vast One, that hath rule, authority and dominion over Thee; that Thou do spiritually burn, blast, destroy and condemn this spirit Taphthartharath, whose name and seal are written herein, causing Him to be removed and destroyed out of His powers, places and privileges: and making Him endure the most horrible tortures as of an eternal and consuming Fire, so long as He shall come not at my behest! The Earth shall suffocate Him, for mine are its powers, and the Fire shall torment Him, for mine is its magic. And Air shall not fan Him, nor Water shall cool Him. But Torment unspeakable, Horror undying, Terror unaltering, Pain unendurable; the words of my curse shall be on Him for ever; God shall not hear Him, nor holpen Him never, and the curse shall be on Him for ever and ever! </span></span></div>
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[So soon as he shall appear, extinguish that fire with consecrated water, and cry:] O, Thou Mighty Spirit Taphthartharath, forasmuch as Thou art come, albeit tardily, do I revoke my magic curse, and free Thee from all its bonds save only from those that bind Thee here! [He having appeared, the "Assistant Magus of Art" holds aloft his sword, saying:] Hear ye, Great Lord of the Hall of Dual Truth; Hear ye, Immortal Powers of the Magic of Light, that this Spirit Taphthartharath hath been duly and properly invoked in accordance with the sacred rites of Power Ineffable. [The "Mighty Magus of Art" now says:] O ye Great Lords of the Glory and Light of the radiant Orb of Kokab; ye in whom are vested the knowledge of the Mighty powers, the knowledge of all the hidden Arts and Sciences of Magic and of Mystery! Ye! Ye! I invoke and conjure! Cause ye this mighty Serpent Taphthartharath to perform all our demands: manifest ye through him the Majesty of your presences, the divinity of your knowledge, that we may all be led yet one step nearer unto the consummation of the Mighty Work, one step nearer unto the great white throne of the Godhead; and that, in so doing, "His" being may become more glorified and enlightened, more capable of receiving the Influx of that Divine Spirit which dwells in the heart of Man and God! [S.S.D.D. now formulates the desires as follows:] O thou Great Potent Spirit Taphthartharath, I do command and very potently conjure thee by the Majesty of Thoth, the Great God, Lord of Amena, King and Lord Eternal of the Magic of Light: That Thou teach unto us continually the Mysteries of the Art of Magic, declaring unto us now in what best manner may each of us progress towards the accomplishment of the Great Work. Teach us the Mysteries of all the Hidden Arts and Sciences which are under the Dominion of Mercury, and finally swear Thou by the Great Magic Sigil that I hold in my hand, that thou wilt in future always speedily appear before us; coming whensoever Thy sigil is unveiled from its yellow silken covering: and manifesting whensoever we enable Thee by the offerings and sacrifices of Thy nature! To the end that Thou mayest be a perpetual link of communication between the Great God Thoth under his three forms and ourselves.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O Thou mighty and potent prince of Spirits Taphthartharath: forasmuch as Thou hast obeyed us in all our demands, I now finally bind and conjure Thee: That Thou hereafter harm me not, or these my companions, or this place, or aught pertaining unto all of us: that Thou faithfully do perform all those things even as Thou hast sworn by the great and all-powerful Names of God the Vast One; and that Thou dost deceive us in nothing, and forasmuch as Thou has been obedient unto our call, and hast sworn to obey our commands: Therefore do Thou feel and receive these grateful odours of the fine perfumes of our Art, which are agreeable unto Thee. [Magus of Fires burns much incense.] And now I say unto Thee, in the name of IHSVH, depart in peace unto Thy habitations and abodes in the invisible. I give unto Thee the blessing of God in the Name of IAHDONHI: may the influx of the Divine Light inspire Thee and lead Thee unto the ways of peace! Let there be peace betwixt us and Thee; and come Thou hastily when we invoke and call Thee: Shalom! Shalom! Shalom! [Reverse circumambulations and closing rituals of Mercury, &c. &c.]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">[From The Equinox vol I, number III. <span style="color: black;">The </span>Temple of Solomon the King]
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1 This data contains typographic errors from the first edition.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">2 In other words, the more difficult ingredients were probably obtained by buying a snake preserved in alcohol ___ moderns be careful, other fluids are sometimes used these days!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">3 Soror Sapientia Sapienti Dono Data [Florence Beatrice Farr] (born 7th July 1860, died 29th April 1917) Joined the Golden Dawn in July 1890 and entered the Second Order on 2nd August 1891.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">4. Frater I A [Allan Bennett] Joined the Golden Dawn in February 1894, taking the motto ‘Voco’. He entered the Second Order in May 1895 and took the magical motto ‘Iehi Aour’: ‘Let there be Light’.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">5. Aequo Animo [Charles Rosher] (1858-1936) Joined the Golden Dawn: May 1894 and the Second Order on 26th September 1895.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">6. De Profundis Ad Lucem (Latin: "From the depths to the light") [Frederick Leigh Gardner] (born: 31st March 1857, died 1930) Joined the Golden Dawn: 1894 (initiation on 20th March 1894) taking the motto ‘Crede Experto’ and entered the Second Order on 2nd April 1895 where his new motto became D.P.A.L.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">7. This is the cry of the Dionysian mysteries. It was shouted to warn the uninitiated that the new candidates were about to run amuck. Rough translation: "Look out! Look out! Here come the Drunks!"
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9. See Spirit Table, and the Elemental Calls of Dr. Dee, as preserved in the Sloane MSS. in the British Museum.
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11. The Spirit Tablet. </span></span></div>
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12. See "Liber O," The Equinox, vol. I. No. 2.
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14. See Tablet of Fire. </span></span></div>
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15. See Tablet of Spirit. </span></span></div>
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16. See Tablet of Air.
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18 The Four Elemental Tablets. </span></span></div>
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19 See "Liber O," The Equinox, vol. I. No. 2.</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">SONGS OF LOVE AND INFINITY</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">BY BARRY VAN-ASTEN</span></div>
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This sequence of poems is written in the sonnet form and is a veiled invocation of the Love Goddess.
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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Could love but be here by my side
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<span style="color: black;">In fairest measure and motion, veiled
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<span style="color: black;">By the empty half-light, all aglow;
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<span style="color: black;">Where dark centuries come crashing from the void
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<span style="color: black;">Into the miracle of existence, like something hailed
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<span style="color: black;">By the extremity of love, though long ago,
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<span style="color: black;">And this is how my sad heart sailed
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<span style="color: black;">On music's broken wing - and died.
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<span style="color: black;">O if I could glimpse its light once more
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<span style="color: black;">And this movement lost in evening air
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<span style="color: black;">Were not some vision of youthful ways
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<span style="color: black;">Worn by the passing of time, before
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<span style="color: black;">Passion's resurrection sought it there,
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<span style="color: black;">Arranged in the splendour of my days.
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And I would not be alone, with your heart and your hand,
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<span style="color: black;">Caressed into celestial surrender, joined
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<span style="color: black;">For an eternity of songs, sung from the heart,
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<span style="color: black;">To radiate love with nought to command.
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<span style="color: black;">But it's not in the tenderness that soothes, I find,
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<span style="color: black;">This perpetual resolve for a dying art;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O</span>r in the joy that's found in companioned mind
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<span style="color: black;">When heart and hand are one. To understand
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<span style="color: black;">Love's transference, drawn into nought,
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<span style="color: black;">Like embryos in amber, where two worlds hide -
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<span style="color: black;">Those planets unshaken by time and man
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<span style="color: black;">Are unaware of reason and finer thought;
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<span style="color: black;">Yet a simpler form of sorcery will decide
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<span style="color: black;">The magnitude of love and evolution.
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For the rhythm of the heart cannot explain
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<span style="color: black;">What sick invention lies in man,
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<span style="color: black;">When love's momentum falls away
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<span style="color: black;">From the chain of possession it can't contain.
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<span style="color: black;">A silhouette of strange emotion
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<span style="color: black;">Tumbles upon truth that it cannot say;
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<span style="color: black;">To curl at a universe because it can,
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<span style="color: black;">With no fear of destiny, or mortal pain
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<span style="color: black;">To blind it by the growth of woman's beauty.
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<span style="color: black;">And we sigh as the songs of love within
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<span style="color: black;">Our beating breasts, gently unfold
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<span style="color: black;">Our smooth skins to this tragedy;
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<span style="color: black;">Afraid of our delicate passions that spin
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<span style="color: black;">Spells of love beneath a rose of gold.
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And if my love with me now lay
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<span style="color: black;">As oft' in my dreams I saw her set,
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<span style="color: black;">Like some proud Venus with satyr stare:
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<span style="color: black;">What words could I conjure in me to say?
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<span style="color: black;">These tears from the avenues of regret
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<span style="color: black;">Where I fall from grace - but she is there,
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<span style="color: black;">All warmth and loving, and lips are met
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<span style="color: black;">But still more is lost between her and me,
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<span style="color: black;">Within the green-shaded pause that led
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<span style="color: black;">To reflections of loneliness and time remaining.
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<span style="color: black;">Yet we could not embrace, for sadly we
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<span style="color: black;">Were like the interlude that left words dead,
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<span style="color: black;">Sunken and separated by everything.
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And what will be is what will be,
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<span style="color: black;">With no sense of my sole sphere that shuns
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<span style="color: black;">The veiled root of beauty's bloom,
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<span style="color: black;">Unchecked, by nature's simplicity;
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<span style="color: black;">To flower in darkness, that subtly succumbs,
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<span style="color: black;">Unmasked, into the arms of sorrow's gloom.
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<span style="color: black;">And this wretched blood through dark veins, runs
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<span style="color: black;">Directionless, to unanswerable beauty.
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<span style="color: black;">But what love would seek this heart and stay
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<span style="color: black;">To find its fourfold chambers grim?
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<span style="color: black;">For these are the dreams of midnight's dread,
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<span style="color: black;">Where stars are born and turned away,
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<span style="color: black;">Away from the silence and the tragedy and the dim
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<span style="color: black;">Eternal echo of love's soft tread.
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In seeking this divine light of love
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<span style="color: black;">There is sadness ripped from history,
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<span style="color: black;">Where the ghosts of words lie silent and curled.
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<span style="color: black;">And my body yearns, yet cannot move
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<span style="color: black;">Through time, and no nearer each are we
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<span style="color: black;">In perfecting the music of our world.
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<span style="color: black;">I grow different and ways once known to me
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<span style="color: black;">Are delicate in ordeals that seem to prove
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<span style="color: black;">That beyond these songs nought can compare...
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<span style="color: black;">As morning blossom begins to fall -
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<span style="color: black;">Fingers, caressing the silken flow
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<span style="color: black;">Of shoulder-shaken midnight hair,
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<span style="color: black;">Find love in sadness, after all,
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<span style="color: black;">And tears of glass are music's sorrow.
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Should this veil between us ever part
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<span style="color: black;">To reveal love's course and astronomy,
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<span style="color: black;">Where the gentle ballad of womanhood
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<span style="color: black;">Sings soft and sweet within my heart;
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<span style="color: black;">Triumphant in strength, caressing me
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<span style="color: black;">With songs that soothe my every mood.
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<span style="color: black;">To pass through this memory of sleep, and see
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<span style="color: black;">Beyond nature's infinitesimal art,
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<span style="color: black;">Perfected by changes, still unknown;
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<span style="color: black;">To whisper solemnly, that beautiful name
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<span style="color: black;">That lives in the one light I adore,
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<span style="color: black;">Where childhood's blossom, first was sown
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<span style="color: black;">In that dread temple, like a flame
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<span style="color: black;">To flicker in darkness, for evermore.
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Where wild in the heart and mad with love,
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<span style="color: black;">Cold of all thoughts which were not of you,
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<span style="color: black;">As the moon, in its darkling embrace, always slips
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<span style="color: black;">From my fiery mantle and my every move.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thus I am shaped, and hopelessly drawn to
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The curve and precission of your lips;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To cling to their ecstasy, and pursue
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This vision of delicate creation, above
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All passion. Where tombs of violet night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">See more than tears in this lyrical death
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And surrenders to the silence of the dead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To hear only whispers from the radiant light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With the aroma of roses upon your breath;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To touch only shadows at your fearless tread...
</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
That love which I seek no stranger grows
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Than that which is of the dark always,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Torn, to crawl down the centuries
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And ache with the sound of man's sorrows.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The wild appetites, the cruel scent that strays
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through the long summer of her mysteries;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To breathe the music of nights and days,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Cursed to blow where the rough wind blows.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And in that expansive - love, there lies
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Some rich echo, absorbed by darkness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Filled with rage and terribly wronged,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the penetrating light destroys
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And spoils those beautiful lips that kiss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In evening dreams, where everything's changed.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And there is a sadness in beauty beyond all things;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its many petalled mystery remains unknown,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like the midnight flower in fear of the night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Startled, awaits the dawn and sings.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But that which is concealed and that which is shown:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Two ghosts grown separate that shun delight.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For below is the root and above is the crown:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Creation, destruction, their understanding brings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A marriage of opposites by enchantment;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A continual song like an echoing prayer
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of devotion, to release love's shadow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By seduction, from its element;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To flow from the heart that cannot bear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To wonder at its sensual might, and go...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Will sleep not take me far away
And fold me in its fiery wings;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To rest in the hollows of its sonorous sigh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where midnight masks this world of clay?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And is there momentum in all things
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That live upon the earth, and die?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The soul is stricken by strange sufferings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And has no will nor belief, to pray -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But this is blasphemy, you say - I know,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the spirit in sick retreat of night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Finds no perfection to adore;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It is incomplete and compelled to go,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soft in breath and tread, into the light:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be it devil, be it god - it cares no more!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I know no tender ways, I know
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nothing of that strange delight
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That the melody of the heart can bring.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And there is no feeling for words, and no
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Complete devotion that can unite...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lift up your joyous soul and sing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sing of love's madness and its might;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of spring and creation, and unto them go,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When the gulf between our hearts, once wide,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is no more so - and I will come;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Will come by satin moonlight cast,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To linger softly at your side
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And part those pressed lips that lie dumb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And wrench you from the varied past.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O adorable youth! - has your love fled;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Has that which filled the heart, now gone?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And is my world fallen where shadows lie long
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through remembered seasons of the dead;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Steered into silence by a serpent sun?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O heart, empty of ceremony and song,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the light divine once brightly shone.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And these are the last words of an old world, ended,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lost to the unutterable shades of fate;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fearful of what is to become
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Without the glory of your radiant name
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In this masquerade of tears and hate;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crowned a fool by wisdom, dumb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And born of sorrow, to die the same.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
No peace of mind, nor spirit, pure,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Can show me love how it shall be,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And not these dull senses of desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That sink before her radiant nature
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And dance by the pale moon-hungry sea.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The song is still, but the heart is fire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And will for evermore, adore thee,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By the sacred light of your timeless allure.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I will not look on youth again,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For dreams are false, and this I know:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We sigh at nothingness, yet we sing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And tire and tremble to the strain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of our awful selves, and go... and go...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the end, and still sigh - nothing!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Three loves have I, one for the heart,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">One for the living and one for the dead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love's threefold essence, strange and strong
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And silent, in its praise, to part
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The words of joy that won't be said;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The songs of love that won't be sung.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Time that the rose of youth ran red
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And loneliness gave up its sick idol - art,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the night perfume of summers gone and to come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Have grown stranger by the brute of desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where those songs of love and infinity
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Still long for the pains of angeldom;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Governed by solitude, where three loves are
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Silent of song in love's trinity.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But to sing of that splendour from afar
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is to lie with the anguish of the dead,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the continuity of sleep shall yield
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The secret ardour of a star.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And when the momentum of the heart has fled,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A palace of song shall be revealed;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A resolve of longing, and of reason, that dread
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The senseless conclusion of what we are.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But in search of your radiance, still I rove
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From moments great that I too have known;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the featureless changing of the land
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the terrible truth that's told by love:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love in despair, love immemorial, blown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By a lyrical torment, too cruel to understand.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Love is the law, love under will.
</span></div>
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Wednesday 16th May. I woke at 03.00 a.m. to find a large butterfly, the size of
a pigeon scrambling about in the darkness of my room, by the window. Of course
it was not real, but I still got up and looked for it! I made notes upon a
ritual from 3-7 p.m. – A Talismanic working. I prepared a Talisman and
dedicated it to Venus – Hagiel, Kedemel, with Planetary seal etc and the
Magical Square... I used the ______ Tarot card for my Talisman. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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At 10.00 p.m. I prepared the circle and placed the implements needed within the
circle: candle, incense, talisman, the magical link. Without the circle was
drawn the Triangle of Art with the Names of Power. <br />
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I. Standing outside the circle. 10.35 p.m. The Talisman and the Magick Square.
‘May all the devils flee and particularly those that are inimicable to this
operation. When I enter herein, I call with humility that God the Almighty
entering this circle, will cast down divine pleasure and prosperity, joy,
charity and greeting. May the Angels of Peace defend this circle, and may
discord be banished from it. Help and magnify me, O Lord, thy most Holy Name,
bless my meeting and my speech. O Lord our God, bless my entry into this
circle, for thou art blessed, for ever and ever, Amen’. <br />
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II. Entering the circle. A general consecration: ‘May all that is within this
circle be protected and consecrated by the Power of the Pentagram and the
Hexagram and the Holy Names hereby invoked’. <br />
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III. The Opening Ceremony. Perform the rituals of the Pentagram and the Hexagram.
Circumambulation seven times [7 for Venus]. Make the sign of the enterer
[Horus] on passing the East. The Kabbalistic Cross. With hands folded, give the
blessing of Kamea: ‘Blessed art thou O Lord, who hast sanctified thy great name
and hast revealed it to thy pious ones to show its power and might in the
language, in the workings of it, and in the utterance of the mouth: <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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IV. The Sphere of Netzach. Light the candle and the incense with the words: ‘I
offer thee this incense as the purest which I have been able to obtain. O great
Adonai, Elohim, Ariel, Jehovam, deign to receive it as an acceptable sacrifice.
O great Adonai, be favourable to me in thy power, and grant success to this
work. Amen’. <br />
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V. The Confession. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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‘Nescio quis sim <br />
Nescio unde veniam <br />
Nescio quo eam Quaero <br />
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VI. (a) The Invocation. * This was completed by speaking the name ‘Kedemel’
seven times. The incense. The talisman is passed through the incense smoke
three times, with the words of consecration: ‘Accedat in nobis Therion ignem
sui amoris et flammam aeternae caritatis’ – (‘I am uplifted in thine heart, and
the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body’). <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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VI. (b) Conjuration. ‘Kedemel, I call upon your blessed presence, in the name
of Yehovah Tzabaoth, Hanael, the Grace of God, Hagiel, and in the name of the
Name of the most Holy, Adonai, to consecrate this talisman, and indwell it with
your powers to attract that which I desire. May its effects be speedy and
successful, for there is no law beyond love is the law, love under will. In the
name of the most high, Adonai, Amen’. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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[To constrain, which was used on this occasion: ‘Mea artis, non immemor Et
nomen Dei lente loquor Yod He Vau He, Tzabaoth’.] – Kedemel was present in
camel form. <br />
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VII. The Magical Link. And a period of concentration upon the task which is to
be performed. <br />
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VIII. The Licence to Depart. The discharge of the force: ‘Effusus labor,
Defuncta vita. Fiat nunc voluntas mea’. <br />
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IX. The Closing Ceremony. Perform the banishing rituals of the Pentagram and
the Hexagram. The reverse circumambulation with the sign of the enterer [Horus]
in the East seven times. <br />
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X. The End of the Working. At 11.10 p.m. The Talisman was placed into a red
pouch and the circle and the Triangle of Art were destroyed. <br />
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*Conjuration: ‘I invoke and conjure Thee, O spirit Kedemel’ etc. See also VI
(b) further conjuration. <br />
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Thursday 17th May. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Invoke Fire Pentagram. The signs were
good. <br />
Saturday 19th May. 01.30 a.m. Invoke Fire Pentagram with the Tatwa. <br />
Monday 21st May. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Invoke Earth Pentagram with Tatwa. I used
‘Abrahadabra’ as a vibrational mantra. The Enterer. Invoke the Names of Power
for Earth. The Hierophant again! <br />
Wednesday 23rd May. 10.15 a.m. 8.50 p.m. Asana, my position. A red triangle on
a white background (actual). I recite the ‘Hymn to Pan’. Good results. The
colour became an electric glowing violet. I vibrated the names of Fire.
Duration of asana: 15 minutes. Midnight: Open T. Invoke Fire Pentagram and I
saw myself as a Priestess of ancient Egypt in some sort of ceremony in which I
was reluctant to participate. <br />
Friday 25th May. Success in the Kedemel working! <br />
Saturday 26th May. 02.40 a.m. Open T. Invoke Earth Pentagram with Tatwa.
Unwanted images. <br />
Sunday 27th May. 12.45 a.m. Invoke Fire Pentagram. Mind too active and I am
still in some pain. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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T. ‘Do what thou wilt’ etc as a mantra then changed to A.M.P.H. – Nuit! Cabala:
Greek and Hebrew for most of the day till 8.00 p.m. <br />
Tuesday 29th May. 5.09 p.m. Asana: legs crossed. End at 5.49 p.m. 9.00 p.m.
Asana: the Dragon [kneeling, hands on thighs]. Acute pain and ended at 9.20
p.m. <br />
Wednesday 30th May. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Invoke Fire Pentagram. Middle Pillar.
Vibrate Names. A good visual pentagram and rising. Meaningless voices, consumed
by sleep. 06.00 a.m. The beginning of the Adorations [see Liber Resh vel Helios
in Magick] Morning: Ra, in the sign of my grade. Midday: Ahathoor. Sunset: Tum.
Midnight: Kephra.<br />
Thursday 31st May. Open T. Invoke Earth Pentagram. I heard these words spoken:
‘The Fool knows many things, but the Hermit knows but one thing’. [compare with
Isiah Berlin’s ‘Hedgehog and the Fox’]. Tatwa very vivid. 06.00 a.m. Adoration.
Midday. Sunset and Midnight. [The Adorations continue daily without fail so I
will not waste space in recording the fact]. <br />
Friday 1st June. 01.15 a.m. R.C. in Ajna after Opening the T. Mantra: A.M.P.H.
Quite good – duality.<br />
Saturday 2nd June. LAShNAL=30+1+300+50+6+1+30= 418 AZNIA=1+7+50+10+1= 69
[period of O=O days for _____.] LAZDNIA=30+1+7+4+50+10+1= 93
ASDNIAH=1+60+4+50+10+1+5= 131 [Pan] <br />
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Sunday 3rd June. 01.15 a.m. Performed The Star Ruby Ritual (no other work). A
little before midnight performed The Star Ruby and the Lesser Hexagram Ritual. <br />
Tuesday 5th June. 02.00 a.m. Open T. Lesser Hexagram Ritual. Astral rising.
Very good and strong. I used my old formula of ‘I breathe in, I breathe out;
you breathe in, you breathe out; we breathe in, we breathe out!’ 12.35 p.m. <br />
The Eucharist of One: Take four elements= 4-4+ 0. Now, this nought must be
something, i.e. a unity, a whole, thus it equals one element (substance). A
physical waste product. There is a Tetragrammaton which is formed – I.A.O. (or
Y.H.V.H.) etc, which is infinite (a circle of life, death and rebirth – or
resurrection). Crowley says that he reveals it plainly within his works. <br />
Wednesday 6th June. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Pentagram and Hexagram. Rising good.
Mantra: Abrahadabra also good. <br />
Thursday 7th June. 01.00 a.m. Invoke Spirit. L.B.R. Pentagram and Hexagram=
Duality, my astral body was working independent of me. Mantra: Abrahadabra. <br />
Friday 8th June. 12.45 a.m. Invoke Spirit. Rising and Mantra: ‘Do what thou
wilt’ etc. <br />
Saturday 9th June. Further notes on ASNIA – <br />
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ASNIA= 122 <br />
2X61= 122 (61= AIN= Nothing or Zero) <br />
0=2 the Magical Doctrine of Thelema [zero equals two] <br />
122-11(the number of Magical expansion) = 111 <br />
111= Aleph in full [ALP= 1+30+80] signifies the Holy Trinity: Nuit,
Hadit, Ra-Hoor-Khuit <br />
(or Heru-Ra-Ha more precisely to include H.P.K.) <br />
111 is also AUM (AMOUN) and a number of the sun, in full 666 (sun=6) <br />
6X111=666. 111 is also the root sound of OMNE – [Greek: Pan] <br />
0=Mat (MAAT) truth. And the Fool of the Tarot. The beginning of the Great
Work. <br />
Harpocrates – child Horus. Air. <br />
2=Wisdom, the second emanation of Ra-Hoor-Khuit. <br />
Aleph (0) separates and joins these two emanations. <br />
2=Chokmah. 2X11=22, the Magical manifestation of Chokmah. [Word/Will] Moon. <br />
The High Priestess of the Tarot. <br />
0= the Holy Ghost. 2= the Virgin. <br />
ASNIA in full= 111+120_110+20+111= 472 (or 682 using Sh [330] for Samekh.
<br />
AShNA= 662 <br />
ASNIAL= 546 <br />
LASNIAL= 620 etc <br />
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Monday 11th June. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Good astral rising. <br />
Wednesday 13th June. 01.00 a.m. Invoke Fire Pentagram. Vibrate Names. Good
assumption of form.<br />
Thursday 14th June. Success with the Kedemel working II! <br />
Saturday 16th June. 12.50 a.m. Open T. Fire Tatwa. <br />
Wednesday 20th June. 01.00 a.m. Invoke Fire Tatwa with the Names etc. I used a
horizontal ‘rising on the planes’ instead of a vertical. The Eucharist of One –
dead matter – the Spirit. This circle squared is a key [O and +] feminine and
masculine [Two equals Zero] Love under will. <br />
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O= Agape: Love. The Moon. O= Ain – 61.<br />
+= Thelema: Will. The Sun. += Tau – 32 61+32=93 <br />
2= Line/Cross – the Phallus. <br />
O= The Circle – the Kteis. <br />
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Sulphur
Salt
Mercury <br />
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(fiery,
(passive, (flux,
Reconciliation= Philosopher’s Stone <br />
Male,
female,
bisexual, <br />
Soul)
body)
spirit) <br />
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Thursday 21st June. Summer Solstice. 01.15 a.m. Open T. Rising on the planes. I
found myself in an old dark house. I had stigmata’s on my hands. Complete
rapture, difficult to describe, on entering into the infinite love of Nu.
10.30-11.00 p.m. a ritual which shall remain nameless. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Invoke EL, Tzadqiel, Iophiel, Hismael. The Circle was cast etc... all very
dark! The dealings with this rite are silence! <br />
Friday 22nd June. 01.00 a.m. And a golden Ankh of flames was given unto me,
after invoking the trinity of Thelema: Nuit, Hadit, Ra-Hoor-Khuit – and I knew
it immediately as a sign to ‘go’. <br />
Saturday 23rd June. 12.50 a.m. Invoke Nuit in the astral form. Vibrate ‘Do what
thou wilt shall be the whole of the law, love is the law, love under will’ as a
mantra. I made Dharana on the symbol of Nu from the Stele. <br />
Monday 25th June. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Rising on the planes. A golden light with
a hexagram above. Mantra: Do what thou wilt etc. <br />
Tuesday 26th June. 01.00 a.m. I used the new formula of the Hexagram and the
golden light. Invoke: INRI – Yod, Nun, Resh, Yod/ Virgo, Isis etc and used the
L.V.X. signs [see Magick]. I found myself within a jewelled palace. A bat flew
about my head. <br />
Wednesday 27th June. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Lesser Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram
and the Hexagram. I invoke Nu (I used the golden light and the Hexagram
formula). Good rising on the planes. Mantra: Do what thou wilt etc. I saw the
name of Horus written in a great book. <br />
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P____.=83 [8+3=11] <br />
P____. by Aiq Bkr =11. [8+1+1+1=11] <br />
ASNIA by Aiq Bkr =11 <br />
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Success in the Jupiter Rite – the Hismael working! Drawing planetary and zodiac
seals. <br />
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Lingam: Heru-Ra-Ha [Active= Horus, Ra-Hoor-Khuit – the Enterer. Passive=
Hoor-Paar-Kraat: Babalon and the Beast conjoined – Yoni= Nuit.<br />
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Friday 29th June. Success in the Vision of the Ankh completed! <br />
Sunday 1st July. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Invoke Fire Tatwa. Vibrate Names etc. Good
but tired. 7.30 p.m. Made my confession. 9 p.m. Performed the Invocation of
Horus from The Equinox of the Gods. Tuesday 3rd July. =O=61 – Ain. Nuit. Womb.
[Infinite Space] also the Earth symbol. The Rose of R.C. [Rosy Cross]. The
Yoni.<br />
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+ = The Point. Hadit (hiding). Matter. Horizontal and Vertical. L.V.X. The
Cross of R.C. <br />
The Lingam. =Venus and Love. (0=1,2,4,6,5,3, Sephira on the Tree of Life [Above
the Abyss]. <br />
+ =6,9,10 and 7,8 Sephira on the Tree of Life [Below the Abyss]. <br />
The circle squared =The Formula of the Universe [Ra-Hoor-Khuit]. <br />
Also note the Ankh [Rose Cross] <br />
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Note: A strain is rent in nature’s ‘fluidic’ vehicle which must be compensated
for and balanced to regain equilibrium. <br />
Wednesday 4th July. 12.20 a.m. R.C. in Ajna. The symbolism of R.C. I am making
preparations for a Pan working. Either a 63 or a 131 period of devotion. A good
alternative is 70 [Ayin= 70 – Capricorn etc]. <br />
Thursday 5th July. 01.00 a.m. Dharana on R.C. Mantra: ‘Do what thou wilt shall
be the whole of the law. Love is the law, love under will’. Good. The R.C. was
propelled into different directions, serpent-like, which I followed, yea! Even
unto the Eye of Horus!I found myself in a room, dark with soft moonlight. I was
lying on a bed and I saw at the side of the bed the horn of Παν – more like
deer antlers. They remained near me, and they were still. I tried to call out,
but in vain. I did eventually and became conscious again. Dharana on R.C. from
morning [01.00 a.m.] – The red petals fall from the rose – tears of blood
(Lunar – Yoni). The life blood, lunar tears or menstruam. It’s counterpart, the
cross ‘weeps’ solar tears, or spermatozoan. Life’s essence: The redeeming
force. Disturb the equilibrium, and both cry/weep alone. There can be no
satisfaction of principles. This is Tetragrammaton – the self-dying, the
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Saturday 7th July. 12.20 a.m. Open T. Recite ‘Hymn to Παν’ in astral form. Very
good. <br />
Sunday 8th July. 12.40 a.m. Open T. Recite ‘Hymn to Παν’ in astral form. It was
spoken, not by me, but by a voice from within which echoed my own voice causing
duality! The astral assumption was very good and my lower limbs disappeared,
especially my right leg. There was no sensation whatsoever. I was unable to
tell if my leg was raised or flat or bent or anything. There was no surface to
the leg and no surface to the bed which touched the leg. Liber Samekh. 8.45
p.m. The Circle is drawn. I performed the Banishing Rituals of the Pentagram
and the Hexagram. Asana, a position similar to the Bear, but incorporating the
sign of Pan. Recite ‘Hymn to Παν’. Mantra (aloud): ‘Καιρε Σωτη Κοσμου, Ιω Παν,
Ιω Παν.’ Then after approximately 10 minutes I performed the mantra silent,
passive [internal]. I began to feel the excitement and enthusiasm as I banished
every veil with the Pentagram, further and further, yet it was ‘nowhere’. The
form of Παν sat within, his body enveloping my own earth body as if to conjoin
with my astral body. My hands became electric – his face was a withered rag of
debauchery; his fleecy thighs, thick with unutterable lusts. I ended the work
at 9.20 p.m. and banished the circle etc. [Throughout the working I had been
facing north, towards Boleskine]. <br />
Monday 9th July. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Recite ‘Hymn to Παν’. Astral rising on the
planes. Mantra: ‘AUMGN’ Very good.<br />
Friday 13th July. 12.30 a.m. 6.45 p.m. Invocation of Horus. 11.30 p.m. Open T.
An astral working pertaining to the R.C. <br />
Thursday 19th July. 11.45 p.m. astral work – the Ankh.<br />
Friday 20th July. 12.30 a.m. Attempt an Invocation of Nuit but I was too exhausted.
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Wednesday 8th July. 11.40 p.m. Open T. Attempt an invocation of Nuit but I
somehow got lost in sleep. Although the waiting has paid off – strong again! <br />
Thursday 9th August. I awoke feeling that something important had occurred. <br />
Sunday 12th August. 01.00 a.m. Dharana on R.C. and invocation of Nuit using ‘Do
what thou wilt’ mantra. <br />
Tuesday 14th August. The adorations continue unbroken. I have also added the
Thelemic ‘will’ in the last few days before eating, which I shall continue to
do. <br />
Wednesday 15th August. 12.10 a.m. Astral and ‘Do what thou wilt’ but very
tired. <br />
Friday 17th August. Just before the stroke of seven p.m. I confirmed my oath
towards the Great Work to give every ounce of my being, and all that I have
etc. Asana: 10.55-11.25 p.m. incorporating ‘Kundalini’ exercises in breathing.
A strange tiredness helps to create the correct attitude! <br />
Saturday 18th August. 01.00 a.m. R.C. in Ajna. Very strong, the astral is the
strongest as yet! A magical day revealed since last night’s oath and the minor
working of Sunday around midnight – my body has become tempered and strong, the
light streams in ever widening circles etc. The Ordeal of Abandonment [five
year period of silence in Magic – H.P.K.] of which I failed in one sense,
though was triumphant in another – I gave every ounce of myself, I held back
not one drop, all that I held dear and valued, I lost, many, by my own hands!
Today, I thought of the magical weapons, I thought of the sword and its
difficulty in attaining etc when lo and behold! I was stopped in my tracks and
compelled to turn round and I saw row upon row of antique swords in a shop
window [‘Blunderbuss Antiques, Marylebone High Street]. The strange thing was
that it was only a five minute walk from my home, thus proving as if those
secret chiefs were laughing at the fool that nothing is really too difficult to
attain! <br />
Sunday 19th August. 2.15 p.m. Dharana on the symbol of the triangle within the
circle. I concentrate on the breath rising from the Mulhadara Chakra to the
Ajna and back down again. I realise that asana and dharana cannot be done in
bed for bed conjures sleep to tired eyes! 8.15 p.m. Asana: God position. End at
8.30 p.m. <br />
Monday 20th August. Midnight: Open T. Invocation of Παν, in the sign of Παν,
reciting the ‘Hymn to Παν’ – Παν in golden letters upon a doorway. A vision of
complete love. The Yoke within the Egg; LVX penetrating beyond the flesh;
beyond the shell etc. <br />
Tuesday 21st August. The Vision of the Yoke etc. I was disturbed at 05.15 a.m.
Later Soror Lylan – the sign of Παν! – a very successful invocation! Midnight:
Dharana on the symbol of the Golden Dawn [Nuit]. Mantra: ‘Do what thou wilt’
etc. Partial success! <br />
Wednesday 22nd August. Samadhi! 1.00 p.m. Sitting in W_____ S____. A very hot
day reading ‘Cabalistic Dogma’ from Crowley’s ‘Collected Works’. I was suddenly
between worlds and could not concentrate; I lost all sense of reality: Who am
I? Where am I? Why am I? And when am I? There was no perception of time or
place; no past, no present and no future, just complete annihilation. My only
sense impression was of being a speck of dirt upon a sod of earth, speeding
through space (the dark void) and nothing else. There was no ‘being’ only
‘going’ [Hadit]. It took some time for normal reality to return. 8.55 p.m. I
read the 19th call from the 30 aethyrs and invoked the 30th aethyr: Tex.
Sitting in the Dragon position. I had to abandon the work at 9.10 p.m. due to
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Dharana on Ankh with the mantra ‘Do what thou wilt’ etc. 2.35 p.m. Performed
the Star Ruby Ritual. 8.40 p.m. Asana: legs crossed. At 9.20 p.m. the ‘prana’
(intense sweating) began. Acute agony in right foot. I ended at 9.27 p.m.
Duration: 47 minutes. <br />
Tuesday 28th August. 9.50 p.m. Opus 1. Asana: my position. I used the Elixer.
Mantra: ‘Do what thou wilt’. I found myself in a field, robed, at the foot of a
great, towering cross. The cross was of wood and it was rotten. At its centre
there was a rose, and I knelt at its foot as it cried tears of blood upon the
dusty earth, which was stained and clotted black with blood. The sky was a
luminous bright blue and there were golden cornfields around. I entered the
portal of Παν in the sign of the Enterer (Hadit) and rose up into the starry
blue heavens. I suddenly found that I had stopped and was confronted by a green
and blue-skinned naked woman, perfectly formed, yet strange; she was dark
haired and lithe limbed. We rose into the air together in unison and her touch
was beauty and her kiss was sweet – I did not resist unison, and she was as
some beast upon me, snapping with wild ferocious jaws, taking of my flesh in
ecstasy. I drew the pentagram of earth before her and she returned to her
former self, then I made the sign of Harpocrates and she shrivelled unto
nothing. But she had given me her name and it was TRINIA – <i>her skin too
terrible to behold, was wrought by madness, kist with gold!</i> The vision
ended at 10.10 p.m. <br />
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Hebrew: TRINIA=9+200+10+50+10+1=280 (or TRINIAH=285) or 400+200+10+50+10+1=680.
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Greek: Τρινια=300+100+10+50+10+1=480 (or Τρινηα=300+100+10+50+8+1=478. <br />
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Wednesday 29th August. 11.35 p.m. Opus II. Asana: God position. Elixer. Invoke
Fire (God names etc). Great progress in the rising on the planes [energised
enthusiasm] but I had to abandon the work at 11.45 p.m. as I was disturbed. The
asana became quite rigid in a short time and the astral release was swift. <br />
Thursday 30th August. 9.45 p.m. Opus III. Asana: God position. Elixer. Read
19th call and the 29th aethyr – Rii. The asana was good and so was the
breathing. Yet I must declare it a failure and ended at 10.05 p.m. I know why I
failed, I was exhausted and felt it to be ‘time consuming’ – I have so much to
do!<br />
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*<i>The Passion and the Prayer</i>: On 2nd November 1999 I moved into a new
residence - Room 7, ___ Manchester Street, W1 London. It was a large room but
strangely there was a locked door with the bed pushed against it. I went to bed
in the early hours of the next day and at 3.20 a.m. was awoken by the sensation
of hands around my legs, trying to remove me from the bed. As I lay there in
fear I heard groaning noises coming from behind the locked door. I looked
around and noticed certain items of mine had been moved, even 'placed' on the
bed! [I had not consumed any alcohol]. I went back to bed and immediately had a
vision of paper being blown around the room. Then the hands were upon me once
more. I sense a presence near the bed, by the door and it was very strong. For
some reason it wanted me off the bed, but I resisted, and it took all my will
to do so. The door continued to make its un-earthly noises and several more
times the hands were on me until finally I said a prayer aloud. The next day I
left that room never to return again but I stayed in the room above for some
years and every time I passed it on the stairs I had the sensation that
something 'evil' was there. <br />
About two years later a friend of mine who has 'mediumistic' ability told me
she sensed a bad atmosphere around that room and on the stairs. I had not said
a word to her yet she would not walk past the room on her own and said a death
occurred in terrible circumstances in that room. The poem 'The Passion and the
Prayer' is about that night and begins:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>White Stains – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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First published in November 1898 in Amsterdam by the popular English publisher of erotic literature Leonard Charles Smithers (1861-1907) and printed by Binger brothers, ‘White Stains’ remains a little known work of erotica outside of Crowley aficionados’. At the time of its publication (only 100 copies were printed, most of which were destroyed in 1924 by British Customs) Crowley was just twenty-three years old with the world before him as a man of quite a significant inheritance. Because of the book’s content, Crowley had to issue ‘White Stains’ or the ‘literary remains’ under the authorship of George Archibald Bishop, a ‘Neuro-path of the Second Empire’. The name ‘Bishop’ is a reference to Crowley’s detested Uncle Tom Bishop, a devout member of the Plymouth Brethren, who looked after young ‘Alick’ (Crowley) when his father Edward died in 1887. </span><br />
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‘White Stains’ was considered ‘the filthiest in the English language’ by Mr Peter Fryer, an authority on erotica (Confessions. p.16), and the preface to the book leaves us with no doubt as to the orgiastic excess and debaucheries we are about to encounter: ‘The Editor hopes that Mental Pathologists, for whose eyes alone this treatise is destined will spare no precautions to prevent it falling into other hands.’ </span><br />
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Many of the poems, which appear to be imitations of Baudelaire, Rimbaud and his beloved Swinburne, were written while Crowley was an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge (1895-1898) and relate to some of his sexual escapades (though some are clearly products of a fertile imagination) during his vacations in Berlin, St Petersburg, Switzerland and Stockholm: </span><br />
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Eloquent, warm, as words are cold and weak? – </span><br />
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We could not speak!’ [At Stockholm] </span><br />
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And there are tender moments with his lover, Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (1871-1942): </span><br />
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‘His breath as hot and quick as fame; </span><br />
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To kiss him and to clasp him tight; </span><br />
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This is my joy without a name, </span><br />
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A strong man’s love is my delight.’ [A Ballad of Passive Paederasty] </span><br />
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At its publication, Crowley was taking his first steps into the occult when he became a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn in London on 18th November 1898. White Stains is Crowley’s reaction to the opinions of the Austrian sexologist Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebbing (1840-1902) in his ‘Psychpathia Sexualis’ of 1893. In it he claims that all sexual perversions and abnormalities are the result of illness and disease – Crowley disagrees, saying that they are ‘magical affirmations of perfectly intelligible points of view’, they are in fact, acts of sexual magic. </span><br />
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The collection of poems, vile and sublime, goes beyond the bounds of common decency into a hellish nightmare in which ‘the mysteries of death become more and more an obsession, and he is flung headlong into Sadism, Necrophilia, all the maddest, fiercest vices that the mind of fiends ever brought up from the pit’. [Preface]. There is a romance in disgust and a childish fascination with fellatio, sodomy, urophagia, cunnilingus, lesbianism, analingus, bestiality, sado-masochism, coprophagia, venereal disease, blood lust and necrophilia (‘Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now / Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not’.); in fact, the book contains all the pleasurable pursuits and virtuous acts in which the ordinary Englishman excels! </span><br />
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‘Let my fond lips but drink thy golden wine, </span><br />
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My bright-eyed Arab, only let me eat </span><br />
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The rich brown globes of sacramental meat </span><br />
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Steaming and firm, hot from their home divine’. [Go into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in] </span><br />
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‘I yield him place: his ravening teeth </span><br />
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Cling hard to her – he buries him </span><br />
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Insane and furious in the sheath </span><br />
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She opens for him – wide and dim </span><br />
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My mouth is amorous beneath’. [With Dog and Dame] </span><br />
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Despite the nature of the book, Crowley remained insistent that he wrote the book with a pure heart: ‘my essential spirituality is made manifest by yet another publication, which stands as a testimony of my praeterhuman innocence. The book is called white stains and is commonly quoted by my admirers as evidence of my addiction to every kind of unmentionable vice. Asses! It is, indeed, technically, an obscene book, and yet the fact that I wrote it proves the purity of my heart and mind in the most extraordinary fashion’. (Confessions. p. 139). </span><br />
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And the perpetrator of these crimes: a poet, who descends into madness and murder through his diabolical debaucheries! Crowley often used the device of an ‘imagined author’ to pin his sexual abominations upon and to use as a mouthpiece for his blasphemies. In White Stains, he ‘invented a poet who went wrong, who began with normal and innocent enthusiasms, and gradually developed various vices. He ends by being stricken with disease and madness, culminating in murder. In his poems he describes his downfall, always explaining the psychology of each act. The conclusion of the book might therefore be approved in any Sunday School’. (Confessions. p. 139).
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<span style="color: black;">Amongst the poems is one titled ‘A Ballad of Choosing’ and it shows the poet (Crowley) at a spiritual crossroads, rejecting Christ and ‘the vileness of his plea’. In ‘At Kiel’ he wonders ‘What is Eternity, seeing we hold this hour / For all the lusts and luxuries of shame?’ In ‘La Juive’ the poet imagines copulating with Christ’s spear wound, which ‘lay open for a lover’s prize – I violate the Crucified!’
The poet is a man who has ‘sold soul and body to Satan for sheer love of sin, whose mere lusts of perversion is so intense that it seems to absorb every other emotion and interest’. (Preface).</span><br />
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But Crowley is no Satanist; he is a man rebelling at society and howling at Victorian propriety, prejudice and Christian morals, in the only way his youthful self knew how – through his poetry. His whole life was about not conforming, breaking barriers and taboos; freeing the soul from restrictions. He saw only beauty in strength and despised weakness. In White Stains, Crowley has put into print what most of us have thought about at some time or another and for that he should be commended!</span><br />
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<strong>The Winged Beetle – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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First printed in 1910 by Turnbull & Spears of London in 350 numbered copies, ‘The Winged Beetle’ contains some of the finest poetry Crowley ever wrote. The book is dedicated to his great friend John Frederick Charles Fuller (1876-1966) who also designed the original cover; in fact, each of the poems are dedicated to persons known to Crowley such as Victor Neuburg, Frank Harris, Cecil Jones, Norman Mudd, Kathleen Bruce, Allen Bennett, Crowley’s wife Rose and even his mother! The poems cover a wide range of subjects and emotions and even contain biographical themes: </span><br />
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‘He had crucified a toad </span><br />
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In the basilisk abode, </span><br />
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Muttering the Runes averse </span><br />
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Mad with many a mocking curse’.
[The Wizard Way. Dedicated to J.F.C. Fuller] </span><br />
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‘In the Years of the Primal course, in </span><br />
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the dawn of terrestrial birth, </span><br />
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Man mastered the mammoth and horse; </span><br />
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and Man was the Lord of the Earth.’
[The Pentagram. Dedicated to George Raffalovich] </span><br />
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But of all the poems perhaps the most heartfelt has to be ‘Rosa Decidua’ dedicated to Lord Salvesen, the judge who presided at Crowley’s trial for divorce after the death of their child. A copy of the poem was sent to the judge – ‘This poem is, perhaps, my high-water mark in realism. It reveals my human self as I had never even attempted to do. I trace my agony through every writhe.’ [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 535] </span><br />
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‘This is no tragedy of little tears. </span><br />
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My brain is hard and cold; there is no beat </span><br />
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Of its blood; there is no heat </span><br />
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Of sacred fire upon my lips to sing. </span><br />
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My heart is dead; I say that name thrice over; </span><br />
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Rose! – Rose! – Rose! – ‘ </span><br />
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And again: </span><br />
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‘Who asks me for my tears? </span><br />
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She flings the body of our sweet dead child </span><br />
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Into my face with hell’s own epitaph, </span><br />
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Profanes that shrine </span><br />
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Of infinite love and infinite loss, </span><br />
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My empty shrine, the one shrine undefiled, </span><br />
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My one close-clasped cross – </span><br />
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And hers as much as mine!’ </span><br />
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This book will surprise many readers who are coming to Crowley’s poetry for the first time and it may even ignite a life-long interest and passion for the perplexing, yet often misunderstood enigma – Aleister Crowley! Astounding!
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<strong>The Cloud upon the Sanctuary – by Karl von Eckartshausen (translated by Isabelle de Steiger).</strong> </span><br />
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‘The Cloud upon the Sanctuary’ is a translation of the German mystic Karl von Eckartshausen’s (1752-1813) ‘Der Wolke vor dem Heiligthume’ of 1802. It was translated and published as a small book in 1896 by the English painter, writer and occultist, Madam Issabelle de Steiger (1836-1927). de Steiger was interested in Spiritualism and in 1878 she joined the Theosophical Society; ten years later she became a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. The first publication featured a preface by the Scottish writer John William Brodie-Innes (1848-1923) who was also a leading member of the Golden Dawn in Scotland. </span><br />
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The book is ‘delivered’ to us in six letters and it speaks of the ‘Council of Light’, a hidden sect of initiates, or ‘Great White Brotherhood’ of enlightened ones; mystics who watch over humanity and guide it spiritually. The book was certainly a large influence in the life of the occultist Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) and it is beautifully written. But why should such a curious little book on Christian mysticism be so seductive to practitioners of the occult? We must remember that Eckartshausen wrote the book at a time when ‘Christianity’ was considered to be a ‘major religion’ and it was the accepted belief system for many people who still lived under the fear of damnation through the committing of sins; a ‘religion’ whose focus was to keep the ‘lower classes’ in order (and preferably un-educated) and to keep the ‘church’ in business! </span><br />
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There are moments of real enlightenment but for all its hints at an esoteric school of adepts I have to say I found the book disappointing. The Cloud upon the Sanctuary – the storm still rages! </span><br />
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<strong>The Green Garland – by Victor B. Neuburg.</strong> </span><br />
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The Green Garland published in 1908 is the first collection of poems to appear by the poet and occultist Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940). The poems, most of which first appeared in the ‘Agnostic Journal’ to which Victor contributed, have a rich lyrical quality to their rhythms and his verse throbs with all the vibrant energy and beauty of youth, joyous youth as he sings of nature and the ancient gods: </span><br />
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‘To-night, the wind shall play among the trees, </span><br />
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To-night, still waters shall reflect the sky, </span><br />
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To-night, the moonlight over wide strech’d seas </span><br />
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Shall rouse the slumb’rous earth with melody.’
[III. The Garden of Youth] </span><br />
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Other poems in the volume include: ‘The First Poet’, ‘The Eagle and the Serpent’, ‘Ballade of the Daisy’, ‘Carmen Triumphans’,’A Song of the Promise of Dawn’, ‘A Leaf from Walt Whitman’, and ‘Young Summer’. In ‘To Shelley’, Victor pays homage to the beautiful soul of the poet:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">‘Brother and bard, thy voice’s thunder </span><br />
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Changed the grey sky of the past to white: </span><br />
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Still we listen in pain and wonder – </span><br />
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Still we weep in our hearts’ delight </span><br />
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When the golden sun at eve goes under </span><br />
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The earth’s red rim at the touch of Night.’ </span><br />
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Many of the poems have a strong and positive mood with a typically romantic view of life but within some poems lurks the loathsome figure of death, as in ‘The Recall’ and in ‘The Dream’. Neuburg shows great potential as a poet in this first collection and who can fail to be moved by his vision of an optimistic future: </span><br />
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‘With arms extended to the stars, a song </span><br />
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Of freedom floats over the eager sea:
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was long!’’
[A Song of Freedom.] </span><br />
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Sensational! </span><br />
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<strong>The Triumph of Pan – by Victor B. Neuburg.</strong> </span><br />
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First published by The Equinox, London in 1910, ‘The Triumph of Pan’ is the second collection of poetry by Victor Neuburg (1883-1940). Neuburg was interested in the occult and he was under the influence of a fellow Trinity College, Cambridge man eight years his senior named Edward Alexander Crowley (1875-1947). Crowley was securing a name for himself as a poet, mountaineer and an occultist and he had met the twenty-three year old Neuburg at Cambridge in 1906. The young Victor became infatuated by the older poet who lavished praise and criticism upon Neuburg’s poems, and soon the two were lovers: </span><br />
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‘Sweet wizard, in whose footsteps I have trod
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<span style="color: black;">Unto the shrine of the most obscene god.’
[ The Romance of Olivia Vane. II.] </span><br />
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Seven of the poems in the collection are reprinted from other periodicals – ‘The Creation of Eve’, ‘A Lost Spirit’ and ‘The Cauldron’ are from the Theosophical Review; ‘An Origin’, ‘The Coming of Apollo’, ‘The Lost Shepherd’ and ‘The Lonely Bride’ are from The Equinox, Crowley’s biannual journal of magical knowledge, stories, poems and reviews that was published at the spring and autumn equinox beginning in 1909 and running for ten issues in volume one. </span><br />
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All the poems are dedicated to friends of the poet, such as Aleister Crowley, Norman Mudd, George Raffalovich, Ethel Archer, J.F.C. Fuller, Wilfred Merton, G.M. Marston and Austin Osman Spare etc. The title poem ‘The Triumph of Pan’ gives us an image of pagan beauty throughout its forty-four verses: </span><br />
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‘We found sleeping; yea, the Panic revel </span><br />
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Had drawn his spirit far; </span><br />
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Asleep, he bore the aspect of a devil; </span><br />
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Awake, the morning star </span><br />
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Flashed in his eyes; oh, scan </span><br />
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The vision of great Pan; </span><br />
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Thrust tongue and limbs against his pulsing side, </span><br />
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And thou shalt know the dayspring as a bride!’
[The Triumph of Pan. XIII] </span><br />
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Other poems include: ‘Sleep in the Hills’, ‘Selene’, ‘The Thief of Time’, ‘Osiris’, ‘Gipsy Tom’, ‘Under Magdalene Bridge’, ‘Music Pictures’, ‘Sigurd’s Songs’, ‘A Night Piece’ and the sensuous love lyrics of ‘The Romance of Olivia Vane’, a passionate poem to his lover ‘Olivia Vane’ (Crowley) in twenty-two verses. Together they have dwelt among the darkness and performed the rites of magic: </span><br />
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‘I have spoken; the four-fold word </span><br />
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In my soul hath been echoed and heard, </span><br />
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In my soul hath renewed the spring; </span><br />
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My soul is dark, and doth sing.’
[The Romance of Olivia Vane. IV.] </span><br />
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But it is love, eternal that is declared by the young poet to his ‘sweet wizard’: </span><br />
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‘Give me thy love and thy strength, </span><br />
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If it be for an age, for an hour. </span><br />
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For alas! we grow old, and at length </span><br />
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We love, and are shorn of love’s power.’
[The Romance of Olivia Vane. XIX.] </span><br />
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With ‘The Triumph of Pan’, Neuburg has surpassed his previous collection of 1908 ‘The Green Garland’ and never again will he achieve the mesmerising lyrical quality that he does under the genius of his magical lover, Aleister Crowley! </span><br />
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‘Raise high the Paean of the God of Man! </span><br />
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Io Triumphe! Hail to the new-born Pan!’
[The Triumph of Pan. XLIV.]</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">PEGAMINA</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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PART NINE
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WHEN THE SEA ROARS
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As the sun was setting, Pegamina found herself in a strange wood, and the further into the wood she wandered, the more the trees seemed to huddle together as if they were afraid of something more than the darkness. Deeper she went and darker it grew, and all about her, the sound of the night began to sing. It was the woods of her dreams where she became lost and afraid and where nothing seemed to sleep; where the hoot of an owl is the cry of some forsaken ghost, and a disturbance in the undergrowth is the tread of some nightmarish phantom. All these fears seemed to crowd upon her sense as the last rays of the sun disappeared below the trees.
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<span style="color: black;">Night was now upon her and a heavy mist was beginning to settle in the woods. And for a moment, Pegamina stood still and listened to the sound of the wood as it stretched and yawned before her. And as she listened, she heard the faint sound of someone singing, far away in the distance. She walked on and the song grew sad and long and loud, until she could hear plainly, the words that were sung by a shrill voice, drifting through the wood:
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‘Down below the waves that keep
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<span style="color: black;">My restless heart so incomplete;
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<span style="color: black;">Wet with kisses from the deep:
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<span style="color: black;">Swim with monster fuel, my sweet,
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<span style="color: black;">Through the blue energy of aqua-sleep;
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<span style="color: black;">Drawn by darkness – kick your feet!
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In submerged sensuality, she
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<span style="color: black;">Under the rolling, galleon-haunted sea
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<span style="color: black;">By the light of an incandescent shrine;
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<span style="color: black;">Under the water’s dorsal-filled beauty,
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<span style="color: black;">Drawn by this great love of mine!
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Let the pearly chambers of your heart be still:
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<span style="color: black;">I am alive and caressing in the liquid blue,
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<span style="color: black;">Where the dead dance by a dim-lit oracle,
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<span style="color: black;">And where my love waits to pull you through!
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<span style="color: black;">Kiss the dark reaches with lips soft and gentle
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<span style="color: black;">And by your dreams, I’ll be there too!’
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It seemed like the voice of an angel, calling out into the sad and lonely wilderness, and Pegamina took some comfort in this. As she walked on, under the dense, moonlit trees, she heard the sound of crying, not too far away, and it wasn’t long before she found herself standing before a man with his hands against his face, crying into the darkness. In fact he was sobbing so loud that he didn’t seem to notice Pegamina approaching at all.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why are you crying?’ she asked. And the man answered:
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<span style="color: black;">‘When the sea roars its song of eternity... these woods are my fathom-filled beauty!’
Pegamina didn’t quite understand what he meant, but she decided to introduce herself but the man of the woods did not answer.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Tell me please, what makes you so unhappy?’ she said.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Can you not see’ replied the man ‘that I have been tied to this tree and the woods are drowning me... drowning me...!’ </span><br />
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‘But who tied you to the tree?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘It was my brother’ he said tearfully, ‘Lord Magnus Doom and I am sick of sorrow’s suffering!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why did he do such a thing, he is your brother, does he not love you?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Magnus, my young brother owns this land including the grove of Lamentation in which I am an eternal prisoner, and which by right was my inheritance!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You mean he stole it from you?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘He is my father’s son and he is a noble one!’ and he laughed as if he were possessed by some streak of madness.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I shall untie you’ Pegamina said reaching for the rope.
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<span style="color: black;">‘It is no use I’m afraid, it is quite impossible. You see, I cannot live and I cannot die’. And Pegamina took the rope in her hands, shaking it, pulling it and even biting it, but it was no good, the rope could not be undone!
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<span style="color: black;">‘You see, it is no ordinary rope, but thank you for trying’ he said, hanging his head.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Can’t the rope be cut in some way?’ Pegamina asked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Not even with the sharpest axe!’ he replied.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then I don’t know what to do!’ And she sighed and sat down beside the man’s feet, looking thoughtful.
A long time seemed to elapse and neither of them said a word. Pegamina looked up into the man’s eyes and could see that he was far away in his thoughts.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What are you thinking about?’ asked Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m not thinking of anything, I’m looking!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Looking at what?’ said Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘At the sea, of course, for we are so much paper in the wind!’ he replied. And Pegamina looked about her but she could only see the black, crooked shapes of trees.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I can’t see the sea!’ she said, feeling a little puzzled.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s because you don’t look!’ And Pegamina looked again, but she still saw nothing of the sea!
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t believe you really can see the sea!’ she said.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I see it all the time; it is the only thing I do see!’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina watched the man for a few moments as he stared into the distance, beyond the grove and beyond the hills and the valleys where, perhaps, he really could see the sea.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I have dreamt of the sea too!’ she said.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What is dreamt?’ the man asked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Dreamt means to dream, when one is asleep’ she answered.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘And what is asleep?’ he asked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Sleep is when one closes one’s eyes to dream!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What nonsense! Close one’s eyes to dream! How can one see the sea with one’s eyes closed?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘In one’s head, of course!’ she said sharply.
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<span style="color: black;">‘The sea, in a head? How absurd!’ </span><br />
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‘It’s not absurd, it’s imagination!’
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<span style="color: black;">Then they both remained silent until the man said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘How can you understand? Knowledge, that’s the tragedy. It’s not powerful at all, it’s dangerous and terribly lonely and we are what we are!’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina thought the man was very ungrateful; after all, she had tried to undo the rope for him, but she also felt deeply sorry for him, and so she did not speak another word. The grove grew darker and darker, and as Pegamina felt the veil of sleep overcome her, she stretched out and lay before the man and closed her eyes to dream.
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<span style="color: black;">During the night, she often opened her eyes to look at the pitiful face above her, white in the moonlight, staring into the darkness, and his eyes like two shiny pearls. For although she was tired she found it somewhat difficult to sleep, what with the noise of the woods and the man sighing above her! Yet she was comforted by the thought that she wasn’t alone. She looked up into the night sky and saw all the bright stars twinkling and she wondered if her little friend, the star, had returned home safely and was twinkling for her. In fact all manner of different thoughts seemed to fill her mind; she even tried to remember the song about the butterfly: ‘O secret of symphony, I know its heart...’ but she fell fast asleep.
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<span style="color: black;">The next morning, as she awoke, she opened her eyes to the sad face of the man tied to the tree and greeted him:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Good morning! And how is the sea today?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘All is calm now but the waves were as high as the clouds during the night, as they crashed together like thunder, as if to say “that is all! That is all!”’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I think the sea can be very cruel!’ Pegamina said.
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<span style="color: black;">‘When the sea roars its song of eternity... it will find you! All-knowing and all-powerful! And here the man began to sing:
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‘O to be on some moonlit isle
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<span style="color: black;">Where I can watch the sea;
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<span style="color: black;">To watch the rising and falling waves
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<span style="color: black;">As they rise and fall in me!
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To watch the tall ships passing by
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<span style="color: black;">Ruled by the laws of the sea,
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Then suddenly, he closed his eyes and sang no more. And his body that had become so much a part of the tree fell to the ground as the rope broke, setting him free. And a smile seemed to cross his lips, but it was too late, for he was dead and Pegamina knew that he was dreaming of the sea as she wept uncontrollable tears!
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number 7. Winter Solstice An <span style="color: black;">CIX ☉ in 29° Sagittarius, ☽ in 24° Sagittarius.</span> </span></div>
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Sunday 21st December 2014 e.v.</span></div>
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'Draw into naught </span></div>
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All life, death, hatred, love: </span></div>
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Hear thou the Voice of Fire!' </span></div>
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Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.
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Love is the law, love under will. </span></div>
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Volume 1, Number 7 of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to Rose Edith Crowley
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<span style="color: black;"> CONTENTS</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Rose Edith Kelly</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Rosa Mundi</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Sub Umbra Alarum Tuarum</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Rosa Inferni</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Dedication from Songs of the Groves</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Walking from Foyers to Boleskine</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Rosa Coeli</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> A few words on the subject of Sex Magick</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Rosa Decidua</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Heather Garden</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Good Saint Crowley</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Ape of God</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Pegamina parts seven and eight</span><br />
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The editor, being otherwise disposed, performing his annual cursing of Christmas and tearing down mistletoe, has asked me to say a few words on the origin of The Voice of Fire. According to the diary of our gracious editor it was in the year 2010 e.v. on the day following the Feast of the First Night of the Prophet and His Bride, being Friday 13th August, that the notion of a magical periodical seemed to be delivered by means magical. The editor was busy with his daily invocations during a period of magical work. That night, as our humble editor sought a name for the publication, instantly, as if in answer to his question, came the booming reply from without, or so it appeared to him, and the thunderous male voice roared – ‘The Voice of Fire!’
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<span style="color: black;">It would be nearly three more years before the idea manifested in his mind once more on 10th May 2013 e.v. and from consulting his diaries again, we see it developed further between camping at Scafell (beginning of May) and a narrow escape from death in Yorkshire’s Whernside after a forty mile hike back to camp (end of May). The only real agenda or intended purpose was to introduce elements of Thelemic thought and concepts concerning Aleister Crowley without the gloss of occult intimidation or over-intellectual obscurity, to present basic ideas to provoke further research and interest with a small sprinkling of humour. The first edition of The Voice of Fire appeared at the Summer Solstice on Friday 21st June 2013 e.v.
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Miranda Tempest
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Love is the law, love under will.
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<span style="color: black;">The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc).
Please send all submissions to the editor at barryvanasten418@hotmail.com
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Rose on the breast of the world of spring,
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<span style="color: black;">I press my breast against thy bloom;
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<span style="color: black;">My subtle life drawn out to thee; to thee
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<span style="color: black;">I pass from change and thought to peace,
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<span style="color: black;">woven on love's incredible loom,
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<span style="color: black;">Rose on the breast of the world of spring!
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<span style="color: black;">How shall the heart dissolved in joy take
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<span style="color: black;">O China rose without a thorn, O honey-bee
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">he scent of all thy beauty burns upon the
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[<em>Aleister Crowley. 12th August 1903</em>]
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Thursday 23rd July 1874: Rose Edith Kelly is born in Paddington. Her father is the Rev. Frederic Festus Kelly (1838-1918) born St George, Bloomsbury and her mother is Blanche Bradford (1845-1935) born Hendon, Middlesex. Frederic and Blanche were married in Kensington in 1873. Rose was the eldest child followed by a sister Eleanor Constance Mary Kelly born 1877 and a brother Gerald Festus Kelly born 1880, both born in Paddington.
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1880: The Kelly’s move to Camberwell Vicarage and Rev. Kelly is Vicar there until 1915.
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1895: Rose travelled with her brother Gerald to Cape Town, South Africa.
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Tuesday 31st August 1897: Rose Kelly (aged 21) married Major Frederick Thomas Skerrett (c. 1859-1899) of the Royal Army Medical Service and they lived in South Africa. Major Skerrett died two years later and Rose returned home to England.
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1901: Rose joined her brother Gerald in Paris and stayed for six months.
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Early August 1903: Aleister Crowley is at Boleskine House when he receives a letter from his old university friend Gerald Kelly who is staying at Strathpeffer with his mother, Blanche, who is there for the spa and his sister Rose. Also with the group is a man named Hill, an elderly solicitor who has proposed marriage to Rose [Rose has not yet accepted as she has another suitor arriving in a few weeks from the United States named Howell who is getting permission from his father to also marry Rose. Rose is in love with neither man, in fact she is in love with a married man named Frank Summers whom she has been seeing and he has the idea of fixing her up with a flat]. Crowley, with nothing much to do, accepts the invitation to Strathpeffer.
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Tuesday 11th August 1903: Gerald Kelly and Mr Hill are playing golf at the Strathpeffer Spa and Golf Club. Rose is there and in attendance is Aleister Crowley who does not play as he did not have his clubs with him. At lunchtime, Aleister and Rose get into conversation:
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<span style="color: black;">She told me that she was being forced into the marriage with Howell by her family. She had been carrying on an intrigue with a married man named Frank Summers. This had got to the ears of her family because,
being hard up for money, she had told her mother that she was pregnant and got forty pounds from her for the purpose of having an illegal operation. Naturally, this led to inquiries; and though the pregnancy was merely an ingenious pretext, and the operation consisted of dinners and dresses, the Kellys were determined to prevent further raids on their purse and there prestige by insisting on her remarriage.
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<span style="color: black;">The story awakened my Shelleyan indignation. We sat down on the links in silence while I thought out the situation. The solution was perfectly simple. "Don't upset yourself about such a trifle," said I, and told her something of my spiritual state and my plans for the future. "All you have to do," I said, "is marry me. I will go back to Boleskine and you need never hear of me again --- unless," I added with romantic grandiloquence, "I can be of any further assistance to you. That will knock your marriage with Howell on the head; you will be responsible for your conduct, not to your family, but to me (as in the case of an Indian dancing girl married to a dagger or a pipal tree); and you can go and live in the flat which Mr. Summers proposes to take for you, without interference."’ [Confessions. Chapter 45]
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Wednesday 12th August 1903: Aleister, in highland dress, and Rose leave their hotel in Strathpeffer very early (not wanting to wake Gerald) and they take a train to Dingwall. They do not talk much during the journey.
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<span style="color: black;">‘We reached Dingwall in the clod damp dawn; we disinterred the sheriff's address from a sleepy policeman and arrived at his house only to be told by a dishevelled maid that we couldn't get at him till eight or nine or ten o'clock. I was piqued. The hint of obstacles roused me. I wasn't going to elope, whatever my reasons might be, and make a mess of it. I demanded the address of a lawyer and excavated him. He promised to be at his office at eight o'clock. With that we had to be content. There was no reason for apprehension. It wasn't likely that our disappearance would be discovered until breakfast time. We repaired to the hotel and ate and drank something in a state of suppressed nervous excitement. I confess to having been ashamed of myself. There I was, accoutred cap-a-pie from my bonnet to my claymore, and I had nothing at stake; and yet I was nervous! We were at the lawyer's on the stroke of eight, where we discovered that the sheriff was a mere flourish and that all we had to do was to consent to being married, and declare that we regarded ourselves as man and wife. A faint disgust at the prose of the proceedings induced me to elaborate them by taking out
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‘It then transpired that the sheriff had to have his little whack, after all, no less than an Armenian pimp. The marriage had to be registered in his office. We were completely at a loose end. I was to go back to Boleskine, of course, but there were some hours before the train started. She was to go back to Strathpeffer: but --- at this moment, Gerald Kelly burst into the room, his pale face drawn with insane passion. He was probably annoyed at his stupidity in not having realized that the announcement of our engagement, nineteen hours earlier, had been serious. On learning that we were already married, he aimed a violent blow at me. It missed me by about a yard. I am ashamed to say that I could not repress a quiet smile. If he had not been out of his mind, his action would have been truly courageous, for compared with me he was a shrimp; and while I was one of the most athletic men in the country, his strength had been impaired by his sedentary stupor and loose living in Paris.
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<span style="color: black;">When he felt better, we decided to carry out the original programme. I went off to Boleskine and she went back to Strathpeffer.’ [Confessions. Chapter 46] Mr Hill then arrived proclaiming that the marriage was not legal and so Aleister left them to argue the matter.
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‘At the sheriff's door we found the vehicle which was to take us to the wayside station. Rose and I got in, feeling as if we had been through a mangle; but the sense of humour came most opportunely to our rescue. The vehicle chanced to resemble a prison van, and the circumstance tickled our imagination and helped to break down our embarrassment. But it was a frightfully long drive to the wayside station and a frightfully long wait when we got there. I don't know whether it was part of the arrangement or not that we should take tickets to the end of the line, some place on the west coast of Scotland, the name of which I have entirely forgotten. But we did. We sat opposite to each other in an empty first-class carriage.
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<span style="color: black;">I only remember on scrap of conversation, and I do not remember what it was except that it was a sort of little joke. We were enjoying a species of triumph at having "got away with it", but we were in exquisite embarrassment as to what to do --- at least, I was. I have reasoned to suspect that Rose did not share my pathetic puerility. It never occurred to me that the programme I had planned had been in any way altered. Had we not carried it out with the most punctilious precision?
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<span style="color: black;">We arrived at our destination a little before dinner time. My embarrassment reached an acute point. It was simply impossible for me to register at the hotel. I confess to the most abject cowardice. I made some excuse and left Rose to confront a clerk, while I went to look at the sea and wish i<span style="color: black;">t </span>weren't too cold to drown myself. I returned to find that she had booked a double room. I thought it was hardly playing the game; but I couldn't be rude to a lady and, at the worst, it was only a matter of a day or so. I could decently dispatch her from Boleskine to the embraces of Mr. Summers [.]’ [Confessions. Chapter 46]
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<span style="color: black;">‘we drank a lot of champagne for dinner. We had been married on August 12th and could give God glory for his good gift of grouse, and then --- What's champagne for, anyhow? Rose retired immediately after dinner; I sat in the smoking-room and pole-axed a stranger by making mysterious remarks until he thought I was mad, and fled. I had some more champagne and remembered that I was a poet.’ [Confessions. Chapter 46] He then writes the beautiful love lyric for Rose which begins ‘Rose on the breast of the world of spring’. [see above]
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Friday 14th August 1903: Aleister and Rose return to Boleskine House following their short ‘honeymoon’ in Western Scotland and they fall passionately in love with each other.
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November 1903: Aleister and Rose spend a night in the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid in Egypt and Aleister attempts to show Rose the Sylphs.
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Tuesday 15th December 1903: Rose is ill.
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Thursday 7th January 1904: Rose had an attack of fever and Aleister writes a love poem to her – ‘Rosa Mundi’, the first in a sequence of four poems.
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Thursday 28th January 1904: Aleister and Rose leave Colombo and embark for Suez arriving there on Sunday 7th February. The next day [Monday 8th February] they arrive at Port Said. On 9th February they journey to Cairo.
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Friday 19th February 1904: The Crowley’s journey to Helwan which they leave for Cairo on either Friday 11th or Sunday 13th March.
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Wednesday 16th March 1904: Rose and Aleister take an apartment in Cairo. Aleister begins his Invocation [The Bornless One Ritual: the ‘preliminary invocation’ in the Goetia] to show Rose, whom Aleister refers to as ‘Ouarda’ [Arabic for ‘Rose’] the sylphs and Rose enters a trance state in which she repeats ‘They are waiting for you!’
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Thursday 17th March 1904: Rose once again enters a trance state and repeats that it is ‘all about the child’ and ‘all Osiris’. Aleister invokes Thoth, the Egyptian god of wisdom and magick who ‘indwells’ them, with great success.
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Friday 18th March 1904: Rose, the seer reveals that the ‘waiter’ was Horus, whom Aleister had offended and should invoke him. Rose also gives the basis for a ritual working with the promise of success and of ‘samadhi’. Aleister is unsure as it is a new technique which goes against his ceremonial understandings.
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Saturday 19th March 1904: Aleister writes out the ritual and performs the invocation at 12.30 pm with little success.
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Sunday 20th March 1904: Aleister probably cross-examined Rose on this day as to certain qualities of the god Horus. Aleister begins the ritual at 10 pm and Rose reveals that the ‘Equinox of the Gods’ has come and Horus is taking his Throne in the East. They end around midnight for Aleister writes in his ‘Book of Results’: ‘Great success in midnight invocation’.
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Monday 21st March 1904: Sun enters Aries [Spring Equinox]. Aleister probably took Rose to the Boulak Museum in Cairo on this day and she identified an image of Horus on the Stele of Revealing, exhibit number 666.
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Tuesday 22nd March 1904: This was designated a ‘day of rest’ in the ‘Book of Results’. He writes ‘Wednesday is to be the great day of invocation’.
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Wednesday 23rd March 1904: Aleister uses the Tarot in his divination and the following days are spent having the inscriptions on the Stele translated and Aleister composed a series of verse from the translations.
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Thursday 7th April 1904: Probably the day in which Rose prompted Aleister to sit at noon in the ‘temple’ for one hour on three consecutive days [8th, 9th and 10th April] and to write down what he hears.
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Friday 8th April 1904: Noon to 1.00 pm – Aleister writes the first chapter of Liber Al vel Legis [The Book of the Law] as dictated to him by ‘Aiwaz’ the ‘minister of Hoor-paar-Kraat’. The second chapter is received in the same way on Saturday 9th and the third chapter on Sunday 10th April.
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Thursday 28th July 1904: The Crowley’s first child is born at Boleskine House, Scotland named Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith Crowley., five days after Rose’s thirtieth birthday. At the house along with Aleister and Rose are Dr Percival Bott (1877-1953) who is taking care of Rose; Ivor Back (1879-1951), Aleister’s Aunt Annie and Lieutenant-Colonel Joseph Andrew Gormley (1849-1925). Gormley had spent many years in India, Burma and South Africa and Rose had known Gormley previous to her marriage to Frederick Thomas Skerrett. Gormley was in love with the beautiful Rose and regularly proposed to her. In 1912 she would accept.
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End of October 1904: Aleister goes to St Moritz in Switzerland and Rose joined him there in November leaving the baby with her parents.
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October-November 1904: Aleister writes the second in a sequence of four poems to Rose – ‘Rosa Inferni’.
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Saturday 29th April 1905: Aleister and Rose are at Boleskine entertaining their guest Doctor Jacot-Guillarmod (1868-1925). Their ghillie and piper Hugh Gillies joins in the revels as they all pursue the fearsome haggis in the rain, crossing the Italian garden to the artificial trout lake and wading through it and up the hill in search of the beast.
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Sunday 25th October 1905: Rose and their child join Aleister in Calcutta. The following day they decide to travel to China.
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Friday 3rd November 1905: Rose and Aleister arrive in Rangoon. They left on Wednesday 15th November on the steamship Java.
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Thursday 22nd March 1906: The Crowley’s arrive in Hong Kong and the ‘walk across China’ ends. </span></div>
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Spring 1906: Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith Crowley dies in Rangoon.
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Friday 8th June 1906: Rose arrives in Plymouth onboard the SS Himalaya and she meets Aleister and they break down in their grief and loss of their daughter.
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1907: A second child is born whom they name Lola Zaza Crowley. She is born in Paddington and she later marries Frank Hill on Saturday 9th June 1934 in Paddington. Lola died in 1990. Also in 1907 Rose becomes more and more dependent on alcohol.
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Autumn 1907: Rose spends two months in Leicester as part of her cure for her alcoholism.
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January/February 1908: Rose is treated for her alcoholism.
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1909: ‘early in 1909, the doctor threw up the sponge. He told her [Rose] that she must agree to be sequestrated for two years. She refused: I insisted upon a divorce. I loved her as passionately as ever --- more so than ever, perhaps, since it was the passion of uttermost despair. I insisted on a divorce. I would not be responsible for her. I would not stand by and see her commit suicide. It was agreed that I should be defendant as a matter of chivalry, and the necessary evidence was manufactured. I continued, however, to look after her as before; we even stayed together as much as we dared, and I saw her almost every day, either in our house or at my rooms. Directly the divorce was pronounced I returned from Algeria, whither I had gone to be out of the way during the trial, and we were photographed together, with the baby, at the Dover Street studios.’ [Confessions. Chapter 60]
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 21st July 1909: Rose leaves Aleister two days before her thirty-fifth birthday and she goes to live at 21 Warwick Road, Earls Court, London.
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Wednesday 24th November 1909: The beginning of Rose and Aleister’s divorce case in Edinburgh.
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October 1912: Rose marries Dr. also Lieutenant Colonel, Joseph Andrew Gormley (1849-1925), a Roman Catholic at Kensington.
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Thursday 11th February 1932: Rose Edith Gormley dies in London aged 57.
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1. </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">ROSE of the World!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Red glory of the secret heart of Love!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Red flame, rose-red, most subtly curled
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Its flower in its own perfumed passion,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In flower fashion;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And my deep spirit taking its pure part
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of that voluptuous heart
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of hidden happiness!
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2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">(While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Stolen of the scented rose
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache!)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Bend into an agony of art
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Whose cry is ever rapture, and whose tears
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For their own purity's undivided sake
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Are molten dew, as, on the lotus leaves
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Sliver-coiled in the Sun
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Into green girdled spheres
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Purer than all a maiden's dream enweaves,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Lies the unutterable beauty of
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Waters. Yea, arise, divinest dove
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of the Idalian, on your crimson wings
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And soft grey plumes, bear me to yon cool shrine
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of that most softly-spoken one,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Mine Aphrodite! Touch the imperfect strings,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Oh thou, immortal, throned above the moon!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Inspire a holy tune
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Lighter and lovelier than flowers and wine
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Offered in gracious gardens unto Pan
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">By any soul of man!
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3. In vain the solemn stars pour their pale dews
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Upon my trembling spirit; their caress
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Leaves me moon-rapt in waves of loveliness
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">All thine, O rose, O wrought of many a muse
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In Music, O thou strength of ecstasy
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Incarnate in a woman-form, create
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of her own rapture, infinite, ultimate,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Not to be seen, not grasped, not even imaginable,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">But known of one, by virtue of that spell
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of thy sweet will toward him: thou, unknown,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Untouched, grave mistress of the sunlight throne
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of thine own nature; known not even of me,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">But of some spark of woven eternity
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Immortal in this bosom. Phosphor paled
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And in the grey upstarted the dread veiled
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Rose light of dawn. Sun-shapen shone thy spears
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of love forth darting into myriad spheres,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Which I the poet called this light, that flower,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This knowledge, that illumination, power
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This and love that, in vain, in vain, until
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thy beauty dawned, all beauty to distil
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Into one drop of utmost dew, one name
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Choral as floral, one thin, subtle flame
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Fitted to a shaft of love, to pierce, to endue
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">My trance-rapt spirit with the avenue
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of perfect pleasures, radiating far
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Up and up yet to where thy sacred star
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Burned in its brilliance: thence the storm was shed
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A passion of great calm about this head,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This head no more a poet's; since the dream
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of beauty gathered close into a stream
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of tingling light, and, gathering ever force
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">From thine own love, its unextended source,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Became the magic utterance that makes Me,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Dissolving self into the starless sea
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That makes one lake of molten joy, one pond
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Steady as light and hard as diamond;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">One drop, one atom of constraint intense,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of elemental passion scorning sense,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">All the concentred music that is I.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O! hear me not! I die;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">I am borne away in misery of dumb life
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That would in words flash forth the holiest heaven
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That to the immortal God of Gods is given,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And, tongue-tied, stammers forth -- my wife!
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4. I am dumb with rapture of thy loveliness.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">All metres match and mingle; all words tire;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">All lights, all sounds, all perfumes, all gold stress
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of the honey-palate, all soft strokes expire
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In abject agony of broken sense
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">To hymn the emotion tense
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of somewhat higher -- O! how highest! -- than all
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Their mystery: fall, O fall,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Ye unavailing eagle-flights of song!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O wife! these do thee wrong.
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5. Thou knowest how I was blind;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">How for mere minutes thy pure presence
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Was nought; was ill-defined;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A smudge across the mind,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Drivelling in its brutal essence,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Hog-wallowing in poetry,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Incapable of thee.
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6. Ah! when the minutes grew to hours,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
And yet the beast, the fool, saw flowers
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And loved them, watched the moon rise, took delight
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In perfumes of the summer night,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Caught in the glamour of the sun,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thought all the woe well won.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">How hours were days, and all the misery
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Abode, all mine: O thou! didst thou regret?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Wast thou asleep as I?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Didst thou not love me yet?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For, know! the moon is not the moon until
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She hath the knowledge to fulfil
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Her music, till she know herself the moon.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">So thou, so I! The stone unhewn,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Foursquare, the sphere, of human hands immune,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Was not yet chosen for the corner-piece
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And key-stone of the Royal Arch of Sex;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Unsolved the ultimate "x";
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The virginal breeding breeze
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Was yet of either unstirred;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Unspoken the Great Word.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
7. Then on a sudden, we knew. From deep to deep
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Reverberating, lightning unto lightning
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Across the sundering brightening
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Abyss of sorrow's sleep,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">There shone the sword of love, and stuck, and clove
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The intolerable veil,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The woven chain of mail
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Prudence self-called, and folly known to who
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">May know. Then, O sweet drop of dew,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thy limpid light rolled over and was lost
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In mine, and mine in thine.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Peace, ye who praise! ye but disturb the shrine!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This voice is evil over against the peace
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Here in the West, the holiest. Shaken and crossed
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The threads Lachesis wove fell from her hands.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The pale divided strands
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Where taken by thy master-hand, Eros!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Her evil thinkings cease,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thy miracles begin.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Eros! </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Eros! -- Be silent! It is sin
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thus to invoke the oracles of orde.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Their iron gates to unclose.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The gross, inhospitable warder
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of Love's green garden of spice is well awake.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Hell hath enough of Her three-headed hound;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">But Love's severer bound
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Knows for His watcher a more fearful shape,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A formidable ape </span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Skilled by black art to mock the Gods profound
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In their abyss of under ground.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Beware! Who hath entered hath no boast to make,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And conscious Eden surelier breeds the snake.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Be silent! O! for silence' sake!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
8. That asks the impossible. Smite! Smite!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Profaned adytum of pure light.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Smite! but I must sing on.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Nay! can the orison
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of myriad fools provoke the Crowned-with-Night
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Hidden beyond sound and sight
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In the mystery of his own high essence?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Lo, Rose of all the gardens of the world,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Did thy most sacred presence
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Not fill the Real, then this voice were whirled
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Away in the wind of its own folly, thrown
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Into forgotten places and unknown.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">So I sing on!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Sister and wife, dear wife,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Light of my love and lady of my life,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Unveiling for one star-wink thy bright face!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Did we leave then, once cognisant,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Time for some Fear to implant
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">His poison? Did we hesitate?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Leave but one little chance to Fate?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For one swift second did we wait?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">There is no need to answer: God is God,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A jealous God and evil; with His rod
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He smiteth fair and foul, and with His sword
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Divideth tiniest atoms of intangible time,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That men may know he is the Lord.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Then, with that sharp division,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Did He divide our wit sublime?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Our knowledge bring to nought?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">We had no need of thought.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">We brought His malice in derision.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">So thine eternal petals shall enclose
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Me, O most wonderful lady of delight,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Immaculate, indivisible circle of night,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Inviolate, invulnerable Rose!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
9. The sound of my own voice carries me on.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">I am as a ship whose anchors are all gone.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Whose rudder is held by Love the indomitable –
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Purposeful helmsman! Were his port high Hell,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Who should be fool enough to care? Suppose
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Hell's waters wash the memory of this rose
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Out of my mind, what misery matters then?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Or, if they leave it, all the woes of men
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Are as pale shadows in the glory of
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That passionate splendour of Love.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
10. Ay! my own voice, my own thoughts. These, then, must be
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The mutiny of some worm's misery,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Some chained despair knotted into my flesh,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Some chance companion, some soul damned afresh
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Since my redemption, that is vocal at all,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For I am wrapt away from light and call
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In the sweet heart of the red rose.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">My spirit only knows
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This woman and no more; who would know more?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">I, I am concentrate
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In the unshakable state
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of constant rapture. Who should pour
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">His ravings in the air for winds to whirl,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Far from the central pearl
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of all the diadem of the universe?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Let God take pen, rehearse
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Dull nursery tales; then, not before, O rose,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Red rose! shall the beloved of thee,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Infinite rose! pen puerile poetry
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That turns in writing to vile prose.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
11. Were this the quintessential plume of Keats
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And Shelley and Swinburne and Verlaine,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Could I outsoar them, all their lyric feats,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Excel their utterance vain
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">With one convincing rapture, beat them hollow
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">As an ass's skin; wert thou, Apollo,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Mere slave to me, not Lord -- thy fieriest flight
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And stateliest shaft of light </span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Thyself thyself surpassing: all were dull,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And thou, O rose, sole, sacred, wonderful,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Single in love and aim,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Double in form and name,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Triple in energy of radiant flame,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Informing all, in all most beautiful,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Circle and sphere, perfect in every part,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">High above hope of Art:
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Though, be it said! thou art nowhere now,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Save in the secret chamber of my heart.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Behind the brass of my anonymous brow. (1)
</span></span><br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
(1). <em>This poem was issued under the pseudonym of H. D. Carr.</em>
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
12. Ay! let the coward and slave who writes write on!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He is no more harm to Love than the grey snake
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Who lurks in the dusk brake
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For the bare-legged village-boy, is to the Sun,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Sire of Life.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Lover and the Wife,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Immune, intact, ignore. The people hear;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Then, be the people smitten of grey Fear,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">It is no odds!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
13. I have seen the eternal Gods
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Sit, star-wed, in old Egypt by the Nile;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The same calm pose, the inscrutable, wan smile,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">On every lip alike.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Time hath not had his will to strike
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">At them; they abide, they pass through all.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Though their most ancient names may fall,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">They stir not nor are weary of
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Life, for with them, even as with us, Life is but Love.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">They know, we know; let, then, the writing go!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That, in the very deed, we do not know.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
14. It may be in the centuries of our life
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Since we were man and wife
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">There stirs some incarnation of that love.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Some rosebud in the garden of spices blows,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Some offshoot from the Rose
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of the World, the Rose of all Delight,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Rose of Dew, the Rose of Love and Night,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Rose of Silence, covering as with a vesture
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The solemn unity of things </span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Beheld in the mirror of truth,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Rose indifferent to God's gesture,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Rose on moonlight wings
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That flies to the House of Fire,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Rose of Honey-in-Youth!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Ah! No dim mystery of desire
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Fathoms this gulf! No light invades
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The mystical musical shades
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">"Of a faith in the future, a dream of the day"
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">"When athwart the dim glades"
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">"Of the forest a ray"
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">"Of sunlight shall flash and the dew die away!"
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
15. Let there then be obscurity in this!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">There is an after rapture in the kiss.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The fire, flesh, perfume, music, that outpaced
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">All time, fly off; they are subtle: there abides
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A secret and most maiden taste;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Salt, as of the invisible tides
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of the molten sea of gold
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Men may at times behold
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In the rayless scarab of the sinking sun;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And out of that is won
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Hardly, with labour and pain that are as pleasure,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The first flower of the garden the stored treasure
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That lies at the heart's heart of eternity.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This treasure is for thee.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
16. O! but shall hope arise in happiness?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That may not be.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">My love is like a golden grape, the veins
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Peep through the ecstasy
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of the essence of ivory and silk,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Pearl, moonlight, mother-milk
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">That is her skin;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Its swift caress
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Flits like an angel's kiss in a dream; remains
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The healing virtue; from all sin,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">All ill, one touch sets free.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">My love is like a star -- oh fool! oh fool!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Is not thy back yet tender from the rod?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Is there no learning in the poet's school?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Wilt thou achieve what were too hard for God?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">I call Him to the battle; ask of me
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">When the hinds calve? What of eternity
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">When he built chaos? Shall Leviathan
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Be drawn out with a hook? Enough; I see
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This I can answer -- or Ernst Haeckel can!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Now, God Almighty, rede this mystery!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">What of the love that is the heart of man?
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Take stars and airs, and write it down!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Fill all the interstices of space
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">With myriad verse -- own Thy disgrace!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Diminish Thy renown!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Approve my riddle! This Thou canst not do.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
17. O living Rose! O dowered with subtle dew
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of love, the tiny eternities of time,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Caught between flying seconds, are well filled
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">With these futilities of fragrant rhyme:
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In Love's retort distilled,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In sunrays of fierce loathing purified,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In moonrays of pure longing tried,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And gathered after many moons of labour
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Into the compass of a single day,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And wrought into continuous tune,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">One laughter with one langour for its neighbour.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">One thought of winter with one word of June,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Muddled and mixed in mere dismay,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Chiselled with the cunning chisel of despair,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Found wanting, well aware
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of its own fault, even insistent
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thereon: some fragrance rare
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Stolen from my lady's hair
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Perchance redeeming now and then the distant
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Fugitive tunes.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
18. Ah! Love! the hour is over!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The moon is up, the vigil overpast.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Call me to thee at last,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O Rose, O perfect miracle lover,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Call me! I hear thee though it be across
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The abyss of the whole universe,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Though not a sign escape, delicious loss!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Though hardly a wish rehearse
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">T</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">he imperfection underlying ever
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The perfect happiness.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thou knowest that not in flesh
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Lies the fair fresh
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Delight of Love; not in mere lips and eyes
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The secret of these bridal ecstasies,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Since thou art everywhere,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Rose of the World, Rose of the Uttermost
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Abode of glory, Rose of the High Host
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of heaven, mystic, rapturous Rose!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The extreme passion glows
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Deep in this breast; thou knowest (and love knows)
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">How every word awakes its own reward
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In a thought akin to thee, a shadow of thee;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And every tune evokes its musical Lord;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And every rhyme tingles and shakes in me
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The filaments of the great web of Love.
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
19. O Rose all roses far above
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In the garden of God's roses,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Sorrowless, thornless, passionate Rose, that lies
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Full in the flood of its own sympathies
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And makes my life one tune that curls and closes
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">On its own self delight;
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A circle, never a line! Safe from all wind,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Secure in its own pleasure-house confined,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Mistress of all its moods,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Matchless, serene, in sacred amplitudes
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of its own royal rapture, deaf and blind
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">To aught but its own mastery of song
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And light, shown ever as silence and deep night
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Secret as death and final. Let me long
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Never again for aught! This great delight
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Involves me, weaves me in its pattern of bliss,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Seals me with its own kiss,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Draws me to thee with every dream that glows,
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Poet, each word! Maiden, each burden of snows
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Extending beyond sunset, beyond dawn!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In the truth: -- for this is truth: Love knows!
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Ah! Rose of the World! Rose! Rose! </span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">SUB UMBRA ALARUM TUARUM</span> (1)
</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">by</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">AUDRAREP</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Very Illustrious and Illuminated Brethren! Before the Lord, our Father, the Sun, we Honour those who have gone before us; those who have delighted in the Joy and the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and those who have crossed the Abyss to reside in the City of the Pyramids, in the Night of Pan. We celebrate the lives and especially the works of these Great Lights of our Law of Liberty and Love; to Feast at their remembrance and to Honour those Great Ones who by their Devotion, Dedication and Strength have established the Law of Thelema upon Earth and assisted in the Sacred Work of the Prophet – the Priest of the Princes: Ankh-f-n-Khonsu, our Greatly
Honoured and Most Holy (who didst attain in the spring of the year 1921 e.v. the grade of Ipsissimus 10 = 1 )
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
To Mega Therion: The Beast 666; Magus 9 = 2 A . A . on 12th October 1915 e.v. who is the Word of the Aeon THELEMA; whose name is called Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici (V.V.V.V.V.) 8 = 3 A . A . in the City of the Pyramids on 3rd December 1909 e.v. OU MH 7 = 4 A . A . in 1909 e.v. OL SONUF VAORESAGI 6 = 5 A . A . in April 1904 e.v. and Christeos Luciftias 5 = 6 A . A . on 16th January 1900 e.v. in the Mountain of Abiegnus: but FRATER PERDURABO in the Outer Order on 18th November 1898 e.v. and in the world of men upon the Earth, Aleister Crowley, who entered the world on 12th October 1875 e.v. of Trinity College, Cambridge, who celebrated His Greater Feast on 1st December 1947 e.v. and thus also shall He be known as
</span></span></span><br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
BAPHOMET XI
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The O.H.O.
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
And the Secret Master. Rex Summus Sanctissimus X O.T.O. of Ireland, Iona and all the Britains that are in the Sanctuary of the Gnosis, Lieutenant Commander of the Holy Order of the Temple unto the Very Illustrious Sir Knights Sovereign Grand Inspector General of the Ancient and Accepted Rite and of the 95 of the Royal Rite of Memphis, Perfectly Illuminated of our sublime IX .
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
<em>1. Sub Umbra Alarum Tuarum (Latin) ‘under the shadow of thy wings’. CCCXVI=316. Taking the initial letters SUAT which add to 316 we receive ‘to worship’ and ‘to bow down’.</em>
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</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Flowers and fruits I bring to bless you,
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Cakes of corn, and wealth of wine;
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">With my crown will I caress you,
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">With my music make you mine.
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Though I perish, I preserve you;
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Through my fall, ye rise above;
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Ruling you, your priest, I serve you,
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Being life, and being love. </span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="color: black;">[‘</span>The Ship’ – Saint Edward Aleister Crowley 33 , 90 , 96 , X<span style="color: black;">]</span> </span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
<em>and let us remember</em>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
IEHI AOUR
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Charles Henry Allan Bennett 1872-1923 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn since 1894 e.v. and
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Friend and Teacher of our Prophet!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">His Buddhist name is Bhikku Ananda Metteya.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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Frater D.D.S.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">VOLO NOSCERE
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, George Cecil Jones.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He introduced our Prophet to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In 1906 e.v. founded the A . A . with our beloved Prophet the Beast 666
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">and became Praemonstrator.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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DEO DUCE COMITE FERRO (D.D.C.F.) 7 = 4 G . D .
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">‘S Rhiogail Mo Dhream (S.R.M.D.)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Samual Liddell ‘MacGregor’ Mathers
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">8th January 1854-1918 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Cofounder and Head of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
OMNIA VINCAM
LAMPADA TRADAM 2 = 9 A .. A .. & VI O.T.O.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Victor Benjamin Neuburg </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">6th May 1883-30th May 1940 e..v.
</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Of Trinity College, Cambridge. </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He became a Neophyte in 1909 e.v. after His Great Magical Retirement with the Prophet at Boleskine House, and is remembered for His works with the Prophet: Liber CCCXXV ‘The Bartzabel Working’ of 1910 e.v. Liber CDXV, Opus Lutertianum (The Paris Working) of 1914 e.v. and Liber CDXVIII The Vision and the Voice. Also for His work in The Rites of Eleusis at Caxton Hall, London in 1910 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
OMNIA PRO VERITATE
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Norman Mudd M.A. of Trinity College, Cambridge.
</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">1889-1934 e.v.
Mathematician and Lecturer on Mathematics at Grays University, Bloemfontein, South Africa. </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He arrived at the Prophet’s Abbey of Thelema on 22nd April 1923 e.v. and on the Beast’s expulsion on 1st May 1923 e.v. O.P.V. was left to continue the Great Work there. His work done His light was extinguished and He took His own life on 15th June 1934 e.v. at Guernsey where </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">His Earthly remains rest in plot No. 8, grave No. 1, New Cemetery, Forest.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
OUARDA
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Rose Edith Crowley (nee Kelly) 23rd July 1874-1932 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She became the Bride of the Prophet on 12th August 1903 e.v. at Dingwall in Scotland.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She was instrumental in the Cairo Working of 1904 e.v. whereby was delivered The Book of the Law unto our Prophet on April 8, 9 & 10th. She was thus given the office of the first Scarlet Woman. They were divorced in 1909 e.v.
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ALOSTRAEL
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">31-666-31
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Ape of Thoth
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Leah Hirsig 9th April 1883-22nd February 1975 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She became Scarlet Woman number seven and helped our Prophet found the Abbey of Thelema in the spring of 1921 e.v. She also witnessed and assisted the Beast in His acceptance of the grade of Ipsissimus 10 = 1 .
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span><br />
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UNUS IN OMNIBUS (VIO)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">ACHAD
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">ARTEON
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">OIVVIO
VIOOIV
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">PARSIVAL 5 = 6 </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">& </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">IX O.T.O.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">TANTALUS LEUCOCEPHALUS X O.T.O.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Charles Stansfeld Jones 2nd April 1886-1950 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He became a Probationer of the A . A . on 24th December 1909 e.v. taking the motto VIO. As a Neophyte He took the name ACHAD. He was the Magical Child between the Prophet and Soror Hilarion when ACHAD was born as a Babe of the Abyss – He is the Child predicted in The Book of the Law I. 55-56 who verily discovered the ‘key of it All’.
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SISTER AGATHA
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">SISTER CYBELE
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">LAYLAH 4 = 7 A . A . </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">& </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Grand Secretary General IX O.T.O.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Leila Ida Nerrissa Waddell (nee Bathurst) 10th August 1880-13th September 1932 e.v. She became a Probationer of the A . A . on 1st April 1910 e.v. as Sister Agatha and was a founding member of The Rites of Eleusis.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
AUD
ADONIS
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Frederick Charles ‘Raoul’ Loveday 13th July 1900-16th February 1923 e.v. of St John’s College, Oxford. He arrived at The Abbey of Thelema on 26th November 1922 e.v. with His wife Betty May. His Greater Feast took place at The Abbey of Thelema.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span><br />
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PER ARDUA AD ASTRA
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, John Frederick Charles Fuller CB. CBE. DSO.
1st September 1878-10th February 1966 e.v.
He is chiefly remember for His critical study of the Prophet’s collected works – ‘A Star in the West’ of 1907 e.v. and for His work on The Equinox.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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PROGRADIOR
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Frater 176
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Sir Frank Bennett VII O.T.O.
1868-23rd November 1930.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He became a Neophyte of A . A . on 25th February 1919 e.v. and arrived at The Abbey of Thelema on 17th July 1921 e.v. and thus received the grades of Zelator on 22nd July 1921 e.v. Practicus on 9th October 1921 e.v. Philosophus on 13th October 1921 e.v. Dominus Liminis on 15th October 1921 e.v. & Adeptus Minor on 23rd October 1921 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
MERLIN
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Theodor Reuss 28th June 1855-28th October 1923 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Founder and Grand Master of The O.T.O. and its O.H.O. – The Supreme and Holy King of Germany until 1922 e.v. when the Prophet became O.H.O. He helped the Prophet realise the Supreme Secret of The O.T.O. and therefore admitted the Prophet to the IX .
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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SATURNIS
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Karl Johannes Germer 22nd January 1885-25th October 1962 e.v. </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He became an Adeptus Minor 5 = 6 in1927 e.v. and 8 = 3 in 1938 e.v. He became the Prophet’s successor as O.H.O. of The O.T.O. 1947-1962 e.v. He is also the Rich Man from the West as predicted in The Book of the Law.
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VIRAKAM
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Mary d’Este Sturges (nee Dempsey).
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She became the second Scarlet Woman and was instrumental in Liber LX The Ab-ul-Diz Working of 1911 e.v. and thus helped with Book 4.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
HILARION
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Jean Robert Foster (nee Olivier).
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She became the third Scarlet Woman and bore the ‘Child’ (ACHAD) referred to in The Book of the Law.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
ACHITHA
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Camel
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Roddie Minor.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She became the fourth Scarlet Woman and was instrumental in the Amalantrah Working of 14th January 1918 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
METONITH
ESTAI
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Jane Wolfe 21st March 1875-29th March 1958 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She was admitted as a Probationer of the A . A . by the Prophet at The Abbey of Thelema on 11th June 1921 e.v. She later helped found the AGAPE Lodge of The O.T.O. in South California where She became Lodge Master.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
MERAL </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">IX O.T.O.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Phyllis Evalina Seckler 18th June 1917-31st May 2004 e.v.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She took the aspirational name TENAX PROPOSTI and was admitted as a Probationer of the A .. A .. by Jane Wolfe on 3rd June 1940 e.v. and later attained The Knowledge and Conversation of Her Holy Guardian Angel on 1st July 1952 e.v. with the grade of Adeptus Minor 5 = 6 . She became the Master of 418 Lodge of The O.T.O. from its inception in 1979-2004 e.v. and was also the founder of The College of Thelema and co-founder of The Temple of Thelema in North California.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
RHODON
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Mary Francis Butts 13th December 1890-1937 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For Her assistance in Book 4.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
ASTRID
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Dorothy Olsen.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She became the eighth Scarlet Woman in 1924 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
GENESTHAI</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
Frater 143
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">FIAT LUX
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Cecil Frederick Russell.
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In June 1918 e.v. He received IX & XI from the Prophet in New York City. He arrived at The Abbey of Thelema on 21st November 1920 e.v. and was initiated into the A . A . on 11th May 1921 e.v. by the Prophet Himself.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
HYMENAEUS ALPHA </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">777 </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">IX & X O.T.O.
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Grady Louis McMurtry 18th October 1918-12th July 1985 e.v.
</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A member of The O.T.O. from 1971 e.v. The Propher Himself gave Him the name HYMENAEUS ALPHA in November 1943 e.v.
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Frater 210
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">BELARION </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">ARMILUSS AL DAJJAL ANTICHRIST
</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Brother, Marvel ‘John’ Whiteside Parsons 2nd October 1914-17th June 1952 e.v. He was initiated into The O.T.O. on 15th February 1941 e.v. and He was initiated into the A . A . by Jane Wolfe on 15th April 1942 e.v. and He is chiefly remembered for The Babalon Working of 1946 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">
GRIMAUD
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Greatly Honoured Sister, Helen Parsons Smith 1910- 27th July 2003 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She was initiated into The O.T.O. on 15th February 1941 e.v. and the A . A . on the same day as Soror Grimaud.
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There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet – secret, O Prophet!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the gods.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight!
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A.L. II. 36-43. </span></span></span></div>
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Some stars fell from the orbit of the Prophet and some remained to shine bright unto the end – it is well that they are remembered purely for their devotion towards the Great Work. The list of Illuminated Brothers and Sisters may be reduced or extended in accordance to thy will.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><em>Audrarep</em>
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Love is the law, love under will. </span></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">ROSA INFERNI</span> (1)
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(1). <em>Being the necessary sequal to Rosa Mundi. -- A. C.</em>
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"Ha ha! John plucketh now at his rose
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> To rid himself of a sorrow at heart.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Lo,--</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> petal on petal, fierce rays unclose;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Anther on anther, sharp spikes outstart;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> And with blood for dew, the bosom boils;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> And a gust of sulphur is all its smell:
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> And lo, he is horribly in the toils
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Of a coal-black giant flower of hell!"
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> <em>-- BROWNING, "Heretic's Tragedy," ix.</em>
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I.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> ROSE of the world! Ay, love, in that warm hour
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Into the last repose, profounder power
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> To find another holier name, some flower
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Still red, but red with the ecstasy of blood.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Dear love, dear wife, dear mother of the child
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Whose fair faint features are a match for mine,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Lurks there no secret where your body smiled,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> No serpent in the generous draught of wine?
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Did I guess all, who guessed your life well given
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Up to my kiss? Aha! the veil is riven!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Beneath the smiling mask of a young bride
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Languorous, luscious, melancholy-eyed;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Beneath the gentle raptures, hints celestial
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Of holy secrets, kisses like soft dew,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Beneath the amorous mystery, I view
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> The surer shape, a visage grim and bestial,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> A purpose sly and deadly, a black shape,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> A tiger snarling, or a grinning ape
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Resolved by every devilish device
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Upon my murder. This I clearly see
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Now you are -- for an hour -- away from me.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I see it once; no need to tell me twice!
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II.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Some Yankee yelled -- I tag it to a rime --
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> "You can't fool all the people all the time."
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> So he of politics; so I of love.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I am a-many folk (let Buddha prove!)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> And many a month you fooled the lot of us --
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your spell is cracked within the ring! Behold
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> How Christ with clay worth more than any gold
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Cleared the man's eyes! So the blind amorous
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Is blinded with the horror of the truth
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> He sees this moment. Foolish prostitute!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> You slacked you kiss upon the sodden youth
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> In some excess of confidence, decay
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Of care to hold him -- can I tell you which?
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Down goes the moon -- one sees the howling bitch!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> The salmon you had hooked in fin and gill
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> You reel unskilfully -- he darts away.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Alas! you devil, but you hold me still!
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III.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> O first and fairest of Earth's darling daughters!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> How could I sing you? -- you have always seemed
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Unto the saucy driveller as he dreamed
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Like a rich sunset seen on tropic waters --
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> (</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Your eyes effulgent from a thousand slaughters
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Looked tenderly upon me!) all the red
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Raving round you like a glory shed
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Upon the excellent wonder of your head;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> The blue all massed within your marvellous eyes;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> The gold a curtain of their harmonies
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> As in a master canvas of de Ryn;(2)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> But ever central glowed the royal sun,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> A miracle cartouche upon the edge
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Of the opalescent waters slantwise seen.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> This oval sealed with grave magnificence
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one </span></span></div>
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Who stood a casual on life's slippery ledge,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Head downward, gorged with sweet banana juice,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Indifferent to -- incapable of -- aught
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Beyond these simple reflexes. Is thought,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Even the highest thought, of any use?
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(2) <em>Rembrandt.</em>
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IV.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> We are not discussing metaphysics now.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I see below the beautiful low brow
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> (Low too for cunning, like enough!) your lips,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> A scarlet splash of murder. From them drips
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> This heart's blood; you have fed your fill on me.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I am exhaust, a pale, wan phantom floating
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Aimless in air, than which I am thinner. You
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I see, more brilliant, of that sanguine hue
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> (If anything be true that I can see)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Full fed; you smile, a smile obscenely gloating
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> On the voluptuous wreck your lust hath wrought.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> See the loose languor of precipitate thought
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> These versicles exhale! How rude the rime!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> There is no melody; the tune and time
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Are broken. Thirteen centuries ago
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> They would have said, "Alas! the youth! We know
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> This devil hath from him plucked the immortal soul."
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> "I" say: you have dulled my centres of control!
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V.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> If you were with me, I were blind to this:
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Ready to drain my arteries for your kiss,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Feel your grasp tighten round my ribs until
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> You crush me in the ecstasies that kill.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Being away and breathing icy air
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I am half love, caring not to care;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Half-man again -- a mere terrestrial ball
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Thus breaking up a spiritual thrall --
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Eh, my philosophers? -- half-man may yet determine
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> To get back manhood, shake the tree from bats:
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> T</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">o change the trope a shade -- get rid of vermin
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> By using William Shakespeare's "Rough on Rats."(3)
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(3). <em>Meaning that by study of Shakespeare he would resume higher interests, </em></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><em>and baffle the sensual seductions of this siren.</em>
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VI.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Ah, love, dear love, sole queen of my affection,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Guess you not yet what wheel of thought is spun?
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> How out of dawn's tumultuous dejection
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> And not from noon springs up the splendid sun?
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Not till the house is swept and garnished well
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Rises seven other devils out of hell.
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VII.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> This is the circle; as the manhood rises
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> And laughter and rude rhyme engage my pen;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> As I stalk forth, a Man among mere men,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> The balance changes; all my wit surprises
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> That I who saw the goblins in your face,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> That I who cursed you for the murderous whore
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Licking up life as a cat laps its milk,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Now see you for a dream of youth and grace,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Relume the magic aura that begirt you,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Bless you for purity and life -- a store!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> An ever-running fountain-head of virtue
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> To heal my soul and buckler it and harden!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your body is like ivory and silk!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your lips are like the poppies in the garden!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your face is like a wreath of flowers to crown me!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your eyes are wells wherein I long to drown me!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your hair is like a waterfall above me,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> A waterfall of sunset! In your bosom
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> I hear the racing of a heart to love me.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> With rapture that you mingle it in mine!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your breath is fresh as foam and keen as wine!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Intoxicating glories are your glances!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Your bodily beauty grips my soul and dances </span></span></div>
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Its maddening measures in my heart and brain!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Is it that so the wheel may whirl again,
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> That some dull devil in my ear may show me:
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> "For John the Baptist's head -- so danced Salome!"?
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VIII.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Then, in God's name forbear! It does not matter.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> For heaven thy balance as an equal hell.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> We discard both; an infinite Universe
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Remains; we sum it up -- an infinite curse.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> So -- am I man? I lack my wife's embrace.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Am I outworn? I see the harlot's face.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Is the love better and the knowledge worse?
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Shall I seek knowledge and count love disgrace?
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Where is the profit in so idle a strife?
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<span style="color: black;">Dawn, like a silver vein.
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The water at our feet is still,
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<span style="color: black;">The air is still; she reigns supreme
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There is no barque upon the stream,
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<span style="color: black;">No single footfall goes or comes,
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<span style="color: black;">But all the world glides by, a dream
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<span style="color: black;">Of dimly muffled drums.
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So, curtained in her lucent blue,
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<span style="color: black;">She sleeps without a stir or stain;
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<span style="color: black;">Dawn, like a silver vein.
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<span style="color: black;">Stone inscribed with a poem by Robert Burns</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">'Lines on the Fall of Foyers near Loch Ness' (1787)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Foyers Bay Hotel built in the 1890's</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The 'elegant' Boleskine Gatehouse </span><span style="color: black;">complete with traffic cone!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">ROSE of the World! </span></div>
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Ruby with blood from the bright veins of God </span></div>
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Caught in the chalice of your heart, and pearled </span></div>
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With dew at many a melting period </span></div>
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When the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves </span></div>
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The veil that hides your naked splendour </span></div>
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From these inform resolves </span></div>
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And halting loves of your poor poet's soul </span></div>
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With Radiance mild and tender, </span></div>
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So that I see awhile the golden goal! </span></div>
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Yea! all your light involves </span></div>
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Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base </span></div>
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Ever to kindle to the maiden face </span></div>
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(Three years my wife, three years of me unwon!) </span></div>
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That would be mine, be mine, </span></div>
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Were I but man enough </span></div>
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To endure the rapture of that sudden sun </span></div>
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The knowledge of your love, </span></div>
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The assumption of me into that sweet shrine </span></div>
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Whose godhead duly knows </span></div>
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Only the one wind of the utmost heaven </span></div>
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Through hyacinthine deeps </span></div>
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Down from the sapphirine steeps </span></div>
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And azure abyss that blows; </span></div>
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Only the one sun on the stepped snows; </span></div>
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Only the one star of the sister seven; </span></div>
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Only the one moon in the orchard close </span></div>
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In the one hour that unto love is given </span></div>
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Of all the hours of bliss; </span></div>
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Only the one joy in a world of woes;</span></div>
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Only the one spark in the storm-cloud riven; </span></div>
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Only the one shaft through the rose-dawn driven, </span></div>
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Thy shaft, Eros! </span></div>
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Not as Apollo or as Artemis </span></div>
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Loosing gray death from golden thong </span></div>
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To slay the poet in a song, </span></div>
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The lover in a kiss; </span></div>
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But to divide the inmost marrow </span></div>
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With that ensanguine arrow; </span></div>
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But to unite each bleeding part </span></div>
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Of that most universal heart; </span></div>
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Leaving us slaves, and kings; </span></div>
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Bound, and with eagle's wings; </span></div>
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One soul, comprising all that may be thought, </span></div>
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One soul, conscious of naught. </span></div>
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ROSE of the World! Your mystic petals spread </span></div>
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Like wings over my head. </span></div>
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The tide of burning blood upon my face </span></div>
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Drowns all the floating images </span></div>
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That danced their spectre saraband </span></div>
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In Bacchic race, phantastical embrace, </span></div>
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Upon the sepulchres, the dizzy seas </span></div>
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Of this my mind, Sabbatic rout that spanned </span></div>
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These straits my soul! Ay, they are dead and drowned </span></div>
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(And damned, I doubt!) Ah God! I am exhaust </span></div>
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In the red moon’s holocaust! </span></div>
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God! God! The chasms secret and profound </span></div>
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S</span><span style="color: black;">uck down the porphyry flood </span></div>
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Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood </span></div>
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That maddens and bewitches. </span></div>
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My life is suffocated—now I swoon— </span></div>
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I die! I am in hell, red hell, red hell, </span></div>
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Circles me closer; all the soul’s afire </span></div>
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As if the boreal moon </span></div>
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With all the icy Lapland hags </span></div>
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That shiver on ‘s hibernal crags </span></div>
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Were but a thin white shell </span></div>
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Hoarding the seed of many a million suns, </span></div>
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Giving its life up unto its desire— </span></div>
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Out bursts the womb of my unguessed-at godhead; </span></div>
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The rose flames out in the flood; and all at once, </span></div>
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A brilliance disembodied, </span></div>
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I am shattered like the dew upon your leaves; </span></div>
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So that the lampless hour </span></div>
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Strikes, and an unborn universe perceives </span></div>
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Its lonely mother-flower, </span></div>
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Us, in our love’s arcane Briatic bower. </span></div>
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We scatter light, a music-tingling shower; </span></div>
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We breathe out life, a crimson whisper; </span></div>
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We radiate love, a velvet-soft complaint, </span></div>
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Most like the echo of a chime at vesper </span></div>
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Rung far across narcissus-haunted leas, </span></div>
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Lilied lagoons, and moon-enchanted seas, </span></div>
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By the high-bosomed boy, large-eyed, with fasting faint </span></div>
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That shares an hermitage with some devoutest saint. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">AS, in our life, I passed the awful gate </span></div>
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Where like a Cerberus sate </span></div>
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The triform silence, Fate, </span></div>
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And bade the red blood bloom </span></div>
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Within that Palace of untasted gloom; </span></div>
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As, in our life, confronting the black forms— </span></div>
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Colossal ghosts, like storms!— </span></div>
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I did abide in the most holy hall </span></div>
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And let the dread word fall, </span></div>
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Nor bade the red axe falter </span></div>
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There as I bowed mine head </span></div>
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Upon the amber altar, </span></div>
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And shed my life out there before ye all, </span></div>
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Careless if I had summoned from the skies </span></div>
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Some young true God, or spoiled the sacrifice, </span></div>
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And were but dead as any man is dead! </span></div>
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So I have given up my inmost life </span></div>
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Even unto you, sweet wife, </span></div>
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Careless—yet conscious of the babe-stirred womb </span></div>
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Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, </span></div>
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Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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IV
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">YOUR wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, </span></div>
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Mingle your wine-wise breath, </span></div>
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Spiritual siren! with the scent seducing </span></div>
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Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses </span></div>
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My tenderness bit in, </span></div>
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Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, </span></div>
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My spirit sensible to your skin: </span></div>
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Mingle them to a crescent character </span></div>
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That shall set shimmering all the parchment fine </span></div>
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And send a steam like wine </span></div>
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Laden with ecstasy and pain </span></div>
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Choral through all the passion-stained and passion-trembling air. </span></div>
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Inspire a closer strain </span></div>
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Such as strange orchids give, and hyacinths, </span></div>
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Among the broken pedestals and plinths </span></div>
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Where the gray Lords of Time, of Time forgotten, </span></div>
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Lie in the herbage rotten </span></div>
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Of the unpeopled forest.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">V
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">O SONG! O amorous and seducing, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
I see thee as thou soarest, </span></div>
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So that, the girders of the soul unloosing, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
That Child of you and me, O rose of roses, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
That Child whose life encloses </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Our lives, is therefore I, may wander ever </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
By the fritillary-fringéd river, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Through lotus gardens of the sleepy gods, </span></div>
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On hills where every timid oread tries </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Blue gentian as disguise </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
From holier (though she think profaner) eyes, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
On seas where, it may be, (to even the odds!) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Each nymph and undine issues from the foam </span></div>
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Armed with a pearly mirror and with a coral comb </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
To tire her beauty, lure me to the lakes </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Of light where strikes the day to hyaline floors </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Whereon blithe fish and emerald water snakes </span></div>
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Play all the day, and all their innocence adores </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Fallen from God knows what forgotten ship. </span></div>
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No! not in Fancy’s palace will I play, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Nor in imagination’s deep will dip </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
The timid foot; but rather will I strip </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Each rag of thought, and leap </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Into the sunset deep </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
S</span><span style="color: black;">till glowing with the glamour </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Of your life’s blood, and ashen gold </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
With floating gossamer your hair, that might enfold </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
A giant god, and strangle him anon </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
With starry serpents like Laocoon, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
A stoic god that might enamour </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
And draw him with its tendrils into time. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
VI
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">MY mouth was wet with the delicious crime </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Of kissing you, one night, when in a vision </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Your hair was like a forest of tall pines </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
In winter; black strange dwarfs with crooked spines </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
And elfin eyes, and bleating mouths that worked </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
All manner of grimace and bleak derision </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Bore them away; hollow-eyed ghosts that lurked </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
About the sea made thereof masts; they fitted </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Tall ships and goodly, furrowing the deep </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
To harvest merchandise; strong and keen-witted </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
The mariners; oho! the breezes leap </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Like lovers on them; lo! they faréd forth </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
To South, East, West and North, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Iceland, the Indies, Sicily, and Spain. . . . </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Lo! men have heard of all these ships not one, not one for ever more again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
VII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">SEEING your naked body in the bed </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Against the jetty silk, I thought you lay </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Just as the Milky Way </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Lies in the unkenned hollows of the sky. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
One swarthy ray of red </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Leapt from your hither eye, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
And straight my dream began </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
To map that heaven—your eye, Aldeboran! </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I launched the magic boat, and early found </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
The Pirate’s cave and the Enchaunted Ground; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The cedared Lebanon, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The Wizard’s Grot, the well of spice, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The Hanging Gardens of great Babylon:— </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
All these then did I visit in a trice, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And even did confirm the Bible tale </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
By playing Jonah to your Jonah’s whale. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
So, to the stars! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
VIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A POET is at ease </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
In all such voyages: </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Why, as a boy, I steered </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Up to the Scorpion and tweaked his tail, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Plucked foolish Capricornus by the beard </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And kissed the Blessed Damozel that leaned upon the golden rail, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Drank from the glad rim of the grail </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Or soothed the squally Twins (for they could weep!) </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And while I smiled “In Heaven how safe I am!” </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Found myself in my little bed asleep </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Having been butted thither by the Ram. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
IX
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">BUT in the dream of you, my starry sweet, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
It is my earth I lose six times in seven. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I have the Freedom of the City of Heaven’ </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But strange (though fair) are all the stars I meet. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The dull familiar and the homely drear </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Are lost for ever. Being asleep, I fear. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Wake! Let me cut the cable of my mind! </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My harbour lies before, and not behind. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Dreams are all lies; those jetty shadows lie </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
When the full moon doth crown the midnight sky; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But shadows image truth, and dreams come true, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For when I wake my arms are full of you. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
X
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">ANOTHER time, through tides from chaos rolled </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
I was upborne by this my scarabee </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
With scales like plates of porphyry and gold </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And wings like flakes of the green light that pours </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Through the blue heart of the Hawaian sea. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
So to the hollow shore </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
We came, and did behold a silver avenue </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
That wound through cypress groves and woods of yew </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Unto the hills; hideous hyaenas laughed, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Mean jackals snarled and screamed, and wild dogs bayed: </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Bayed at the waning moon that lapsed above </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Out of all light (had I not been in love, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And drunken on the quintessential draught) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
So that the forest folk were sore afraid. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But when I came upon the open space </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I might perceive my lady’s face, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And knew she waned because that I was late. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Twin hills like ivory glinted; on their slopes </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Blue rivers coursed, and many a nightingale </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Told all its tremulous tale </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
To viewless dryads, or elate </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Trilled out its bleeding hopes </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Into the mist of light that hid (I know) </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Bassarids, Bassarids Dionysus-mad. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Then, in that vision glad, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I saw twin towers of crimson ruby rise </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Into the scented snow </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
That fell like dew from the heart-hungry skies. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But when I came between the hills, behold </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The moon’s silver and gold </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Stood in the zenith, that I lost my guide. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
There stood I passion-pale </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Like a lost lamb that seeks the starry fold </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Within that warm and scented vale </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Clothed with narcissus, hyacinth, tuberose, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Snowdrop and lily, all white, all cream, all gold, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
With never a blush like dawn’s to flush or fail </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Upon their garden-close. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O wide is the world, wide, wide!
Be sure that I was lost, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Lost, lost for ever; are there palimpsests </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Wherein a man might study at great cost </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
His journey thence? O Rose of gramarye, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My riddle you shall ree. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My head was happy, laid betwixt your breasts. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">ANOTHER time I passed the holy well </span></div>
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And plunged (as Phoebus in the western ocean) </span></div>
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Into a forest of fine flame that crowned </span></div>
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The holy hill; all was enchanted ground, </span></div>
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The flames like scented tendrils of a vine </span></div>
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Or sensitive rays that spell </span></div>
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Strange curves to match their master-god’s emotion, </span></div>
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And ever nearer to the scarlet slash </span></div>
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I clomb, where the strange perfumes struck me like a lash </span></div>
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And the dread fires scorched up my life. </span></div>
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There, O insufferable delight </span></div>
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I mock with the weak word of wife, </span></div>
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I was sucked down into the crater rim, </span></div>
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Into the crimson damask dim </span></div>
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Candescent cave of night— </span></div>
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O then I mock myself with words! </span></div>
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They are like cardinal-coloured birds </span></div>
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And honey-coloured doves: </span></div>
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Yet one thing mortal serves to name another </span></div>
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As mortal as itself. </span></div>
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Why must our deathless loves </span></div>
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Be stained by the black-hearted mother </span></div>
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That called things by dead names? </span></div>
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The sunny elf </span></div>
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Language shall play with the ethereal flames </span></div>
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But never dare approach </span></div>
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The central and volcanic fire, </span></div>
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The inmost Force, nor, like a glittering army </span></div>
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Send forth its scouts to encroach </span></div>
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Upon our citadel desire. </span></div>
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Ay! though these flaming sentences </span></div>
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Eat like strong acid in my vitals, char me, </span></div>
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Blast me like lightning, smash me like black seas </span></div>
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Towering above the lofty ship </span></div>
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Whose masts did menace to the skies, </span></div>
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They are but plaisters of cool leaves that dip </span></div>
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In pleasant water to the white-hot wise </span></div>
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Terrible flames of hell that would devour me, </span></div>
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Did not the raptures of they love embower me </span></div>
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In meads Elysian, fields of foamless fire, </span></div>
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Nights of invincible desire, </span></div>
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Things beyond words, beyond the want of them </span></div>
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Beyond the pauses and the ecstasies . . . . </span></div>
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Where should my dream get such a diadem </span></div>
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Of voiceless thoughts as these? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">THESE dreams reform </span></div>
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Themselves into a rainbow to the storm </span></div>
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Of simple passion; let me from the string </span></div>
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Take many-coloured wing </span></div>
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As a swift-thoughted arrow </span></div>
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Vertically shot against the sun! </span></div>
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I would you were a sow </span></div>
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And these my verses were your squealing farrow, </span></div>
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That they might suck the milk of your perfection </span></div>
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Unto them, that the world’s ear might be won, </span></div>
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The world’s heart melted now, </span></div>
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The world’s mind drawn from its dejection, </span></div>
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By the sure fact that not in idle dream </span></div>
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But sole in sense supreme </span></div>
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Certainly visible and tangible </span></div>
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Were you, O Rose, whose root remotest hell </span></div>
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Nourishes, and whose top flowers higher than the Throne </span></div>
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Of the Eternal one. </span></div>
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Thou shouldst not leave me alone </span></div>
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To gaze upon the sun </span></div>
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And take the glory of his excellence— </span></div>
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Not unto me close curled, </span></div>
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And on my body’s beauty crucified </span></div>
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In silver spirit clad with god of sense, </span></div>
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But sending forth thy rays life-pearled </span></div>
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As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride </span></div>
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—Thou art sufficient to redeem the world.
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<span style="color: black;">XIII
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<span style="color: black;">O! IS the secret of the starry deep </span></div>
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Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy? </span></div>
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Is God a wanton boy
To play with us so bitter cheap </span></div>
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By such a jewelled light? Be thine the power, </span></div>
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Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour </span></div>
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When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, </span></div>
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To give the world a light of other gold </span></div>
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From that men hoard, from that the suns afford </span></div>
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In their implacable cars </span></div>
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As they roll on impassive; bid thy Lord </span></div>
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(O Rose, Rose of the Stars!) </span></div>
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And slave make known they beauty and thy passion </span></div>
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In his imperfect fashion, </span></div>
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So that thy wisdom and they strength are sold </span></div>
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In every mart of earth; </span></div>
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So that thine eyes enfold </span></div>
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The universe in one great look of love </span></div>
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Bring this, bring this to birth!</span></div>
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And neither hate below, nor hate above, </span></div>
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Nor chance, nor force, nor cunning shall deprive </span></div>
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Man of thy gift, a love alive </span></div>
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With more than men to-day can understand. </span></div>
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XIV
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">GIVE me thine hand, </span></div>
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Rose of the Stars, and we will soar above </span></div>
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Wisdom and Strength and Love, </span></div>
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Into the sphere where all delight retires </span></div>
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In azure flames and silver-edged fires. </span></div>
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Now through the veil we shoot </span></div>
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Like snaky lightning through a thundercloud </span></div>
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Up to the awful precipice-skirted place </span></div>
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Where deaf, blind, palsied, mute </span></div>
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There sits the leprous God; we laugh aloud </span></div>
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Seeing him face to face, </span></div>
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Blowing him like a shaken sheaf of snow </span></div>
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With a brief gust of wind </span></div>
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Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne; </span></div>
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Seating ourselves thereon, as men shall know, </span></div>
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Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, </span></div>
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All—but most irrevocably entwined </span></div>
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And irrevocably alone. </span></div>
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XV
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<span style="color: black;">THERE was a boy with O! the face of dawn, </span></div>
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The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin. </span></div>
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The breasts like golden roses circling red, </span></div>
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The limbs like limbs of a young fawn </span></div>
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For litheness—O! for innocence of sin </span></div>
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His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head </span></div>
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Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, </span></div>
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So that he paced the enamelled slopes </span></div>
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Laughing upon the laughing lake below, </span></div>
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Expectant of some strange experience </span></div>
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Worth all the woes of sense, </span></div>
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Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, </span></div>
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Some grace of One divine </span></div>
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Worth more than all life’s grace, and more than life intense. </span></div>
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Was there a wonder if the silken boy </span></div>
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Found her a-playing on the bluebell marge </span></div>
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And drank from golden vats the wine of joy; </span></div>
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Hot, eager, overcoming in her breath, </span></div>
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As she would draw him to those large </span></div>
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And firm white breasts and mix her liquid life </span></div>
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With his in pagan strife? </span></div>
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Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, </span></div>
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Pour on him from above </span></div>
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Wine from the purple vats of death? </span></div>
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Nay! ‘tis no wonder—shall they wonder then, </span></div>
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These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, </span></div>
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If thou and I have found the Elixir rater </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, </span></div>
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The Stone beyond compare, </span></div>
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T</span><span style="color: black;">he harmony of the Circle and the Square, </span></div>
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All that surpasseth mortal wit </span></div>
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Even to imagine? we have found it, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Rose,
Rose of the Stars, Rose of the utmost snows! </span></div>
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Where? Where Love knows.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">A FEW WORDS ON THE SUBJECT OF
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">SEX MAGICK</span>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">'Ou</span>r love is like a glittering sabre bloodied</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">With lives of men; upsoared the sudden sun;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The choral heaven woke; the aethyr flooded</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">All space with joy that you and I were </span><span style="color: black;">one.'</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">[Clouds without Water. Aleister Crowley. 1909]</span></div>
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ENFLAME THYSELF IN PRAYER
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The secrets of sex magick have long been revealed by various authors and so there is no longer any great fear or taboo attached to them concerning their ‘secrecy’.
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<span style="color: black;">All systems have a theory, a sense that reconstitution can take place between the primordial spiritual unity through the ecstasy of sexual activity and the consumption of the combined fluids intercourse produces. These secretions represent the god and the goddess, in the Thelemic tradition Hadit and Nuit, and the act of ritual consumption as a sacrament heightens the sacred awareness of the celebrants.
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‘And Her concoction shall be sweet in our mixed mouths, the Sacrament that giveth thanks to Aiwaz, our Lord God the Devil, that He hath fused His Beast’s soul with His Scarlet Whore’s, to be One Soul completed, that It may set His image in the Temple of Man, and thrust His Will’s rod over them and rule them. And that imperled Sea, dark with that oozy shore-mud which it washed, shall wash us, body and mind, of all that is not He, moisten our throats and loosen our loud Song of Praise, Thanksgiving unto Him.’ [Aleister Crowley’s diary entry 22nd July 1920. The Magical Records of the Beast 666. John Symonds and Kenneth Grant]
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Contrary to the usual understanding of the nature of sex magick, Kenneth Grant in his ‘The Magical Revival’ (1972) suggested that the texts and rituals of the Art were merely ‘exoteric’ and the actual physical phenomena contained the true ‘esoteric’ secret.
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Aleister Crowley made many experiments as to the practical use of the sexual current and the student should make a thorough study of Crowley’s works, particularly his monumental ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ and
‘The Magical Records of the Beast 666’ by Symonds and Grant. ‘Crowley’s diaries contain numerous examples of this current – for magical creation in male-female union, IX°, for the consecration of talismans in auto-erotic workings, VIII°, for the revitalization of the body in the secret Sacrament of the Gnosis of the XI°, and for the materialization of desired objects through the use of the lunar or periodic female current.’ [Kenneth Grant. Introduction. </span><span style="color: black;">The Magical Records of the Beast 666]
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The magical attitude towards sex is that the divine union between participants is a sacred act, a celebratory ceremony in which an alchemical process occurs within the physical temple of the celebrants, and ‘at the moment of discharge a physical ecstasy occurs, a spasm analogous to the mental spasm which meditation gives. And further, in the sacramental and ceremonial use of the sexual act, the divine consciousness may be attained.’ [Energised Enthusiasm. The Equinox. Volume I, number IX]
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ALCHEMY
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Because of the secret nature of these rituals, Crowley and his higher initiated followers used alchemical terms and symbols to describe various acts of sex magick.
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THE PHALLUS
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The male sexual organ is known as the Athanor, from the Arabic ‘at-tannur’ which means ‘furnace’. The Phallus, or Lingam, is symbolically and functionally the microcosmic human manifestation of the power of divine creation. It represents the True Will and the freeing of desires from the subconscious mind and from the strictures of the conscious mind. Symbolically, the Phallus is also shown as the Sacred Lance, the Wand, the Cross and the Rood; it is the salvation or the Redeeming Force. The Athanor, the furnace, contains the Fire which is the pure male element. Also ASAR.
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<span style="color: black;">The Sword and Balances (also the Judge and the two witnesses): Sword= The Phallus: Yod. Yesod. </span></div>
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Phallus – P – Pe (mouth) =80
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THE KTEIS
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The female sexual organ is known as the Cucurbite, from the Latin ‘cucurbita’ which means ‘a gourd’, an alchemist’s vessel or retort (container) used in distillation. The Kteis, or the Yoni, is symbolically represented by the Cup, the Holy Graal, and also the Dove. Also ASI.
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Kteis – K – Kaph (palm of the hand) =20
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K P [20+80] +100
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THE LION AND THE EAGLE
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The semen is called the ‘Blood of the Red Lion’, from the fixed sign for Fire, the purest male element, Leo. It is also known as the ‘Serpent’ or the old Gnostic symbol of the ‘Lion-Serpent’.
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The female secretion which lubricated the vagina during sexual arousal and intercourse is called the ‘Gluten of the White Eagle’, the eagle being a symbol for the fixed sign for Water, the purest female element, Scorpio. This ‘eagle’ also contains the ‘egg’ which is ‘laid’.
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THE ELIXIR
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The mixing of the male and female fluids during sexual intercourse produces what is known as the ‘First Matter’, which can then be magically transformed by ritual and controlled mental power into the sacred ‘elixir’ which is then either consumed by absorption by the participants as a sacrament to restore energy or administered onto the body for its healing properties.
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‘Ask of our brethren the alchemists, and of the Adepts of the Rosy Cross. The first answer: It is nothing but the Lion with his coagulated blood, and the gluten of the White Eagle; it is the Ocean wherein both Sun and Moon have bathed. The others: it is the Dew upon the Rose that hath concealed the Cross. Ask of the Ancients: they reply that the oldest of the Gods is Saturn. Beware lest thou also be deceived!
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<span style="color: black;">Blessed be He that hath discovered unto us the Arcanum Arcanorum! This is the Dissolved Stone; this is the Elixir of Life, this is the Universal Medicine, this is the Tincture, this is the Potable Gold.
Take an Athanor and Cucurbite, and prepare a flask for this Wine of the Holy Ghost.
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<span style="color: black;">Thou needest also a flame for the distillation. In the Athanor is thy Lion, in the Cucurbite thine Eagle. Use first a gentle heat, increasing at last to full flame until the Lion passeth over. Pour immediately thy distillation into the flask prepared for it.’ [Agape vel Liber C vel Azoth. ‘Of the sacrifice of the Eucharist’]
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‘in the preparation of the Sacrament, and in its consumption also, the mind of the initiate must be concerned absolutely in one rushing flame of will upon the determined object of his operation.’ [De Arte Magica, iii]
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The Sacrament is also used in the working of talismans which are specifically prepared and consecrated to a magical task. The word ‘elixir’ is from the Arabic ‘al-iksir’ which means ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ and in alchemy suggests the transmutation of base metals into gold.
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‘The Elixir being then prepared solemnly and in silence, do thou consume it utterly. And in all this thou shalt direct thy whole will unwavering to the particular purpose of the Operation.’ [Agape vel Liber C vel Azoth. ‘Of the Elixir’]
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During the consumption of the elixir, or ‘Quintessence’, as a Sacrament, the male uses his mouth to suck the elixir from the female’s vagina and he then shares it with her orally during kissing. The elixir is ‘absorbed’ in this way in the mouth and savoured.
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‘It is said that the second party is useless, even dangerous, when the influence of the Moon first shews itself. [Yet the motion of the Earth implying great causes in Briah and Yetzirah, must be difficult to check, unless by Briatic forces of much intensity.] But on the second day and after, though perhaps not on the last day, the Sacrament is more efficacious than at any other time, as is figured by our ancient Brethren the Alchemists in their preference of the Red Tincture to the White.’ [De Arte Magica. ix ‘Of the course of the Moon, and her influence’]
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THE HOLY HEXAGRAM
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">THE WAY TO SUCCEED – AND THE WAY TO SUCK EGGS!</span>
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This is the Holy Hexagram.
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<span style="color: black;">Plunge from the height, O God, and interlock with Man!
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<span style="color: black;">Plunge from the height, O Man, and interlock with Beast!
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<span style="color: black;">The Red Triangle is the descending tongue of grace; the Blue Triangle is the ascending tongue of prayer.
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<span style="color: black;">This Interchange, the Double Gift of Tongues, the Word of Double Power – ABRAHADABRA! – is the sign of the GREAT WORK, for the GREAT WORK is accomplished in Silence. And behold is not that Word equal to Cheth, that is Cancer, whose sigil is <span style="color: black;">(<em>astrological sign for Cancer</em>)</span> ? </span></div>
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This Work also eats up itself, accomplishes its own end, nourishes the worker, leaves no seed, is perfect in itself.
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<span style="color: black;">[The Book of Lies. Aleister Crowley. Chapter 69]
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DE ARTE MAGICA
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The secret sex magick techniques as taught in the Ordo Templi Orientis [OTO] were incorporated into various instructional papers which initiates received upon attaining the higher degrees. Crowley’s treatise ‘De Arte Magica’ written in 1914 at the outbreak of war contains the essential theory and key of sex magick.
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‘the act of love causes a magical disturbance in the Aether of Akasa of such a nature as to attract or create a discarnate human spirit.’ [De Arte Magica. xiii. ‘Of certain Jewish Theories’]
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‘it is said by the O.H.O. [Outer Head of the Order] that of this perfect medicine a single dewdrop sufficeth, and this may be true. Yet it is humbly and with all deference and worship Our opinion that every drop generated (so far as may be possible) should be consumed. Firstly, that this most precious of all gifts of Nature be not lost or profaned – indeed the Roman heresy hath appointed most excellent instructions for the treatment in all repects of the consecrated Host.’ [De Arte Magica. xiv. ‘Of the Consumation of the Element diune, whether Quantity be as important as Quality, and whether its waste be Sacrilege’]
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TETRAGRAMMATON
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YOD: the Father. Fire. HADIT. ‘Thou hast formulated thy Father and made fertile thy Mother’. The formulation of the first creative force.
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HE: the Mother. Water. NUIT.
The Children who are the ‘living Elixir’:
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VAU: the Son. Air. Lion [Sperm] </span></div>
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HE: the Daughter (twin sister of Vau and his daughter). Earth. The throne of Spirit. Eagle [Gluten]</span></div>
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Vau (the son) must redeem He (the sister/daughter) and make her his bride. She then sits on the throne of her Mother. She must then awaken the ‘eld’ of the All-father.
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THE BOOK OF THE LAW
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Upon Crowley’s rise through the ranks of the OTO to reach a position of influence he re-wrote the rituals, incorporating his own magical system in accordance with Liber Al vel Legis. ‘The elixir’ can also be used as an ingredient in the Cakes of Light:
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‘For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften and smooth down with rich fresh blood.’ [AL. III. 23]
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‘the best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.’ [AL. III. 24]
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‘Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.’ [AL. I. 15]
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‘For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight.’ [AL. I. 16]
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‘take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.’ [Al. I. 51]
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MAGICAL CHASTITY
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Magical chastity is not self-imposed celibacy. The Phallus and Kteis are considered to be sacred instruments of art, consecrated to the Great Work, just as the wand and the cup are ‘sacred’ and as such they should be treated with the same reverence and importance and used only with spiritual and magical intention. Another form of magical chastity is the retention of the bindu (semen).
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THE SACRIFICE
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The elixir is composed of the male and female essence which reflects the material form of the participants. It has the potential to produce life on the earth plane and its sacrifice is the death of that child on the magical plane. See Magick in Theory and Practice: ‘Of the Bloody Sacrifice: and Matters Cognate’ – ‘matters cognate’ refers to bodily fluids and substances which are sources of energy. The ‘bloody sacrifice’ is not a literal sacrifice, it is the sexual sacrifice of one’s self, spiritually.
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<span style="color: black;">’For the highest spiritual working one must accordingly choose that victim which contains the greatest and purest force. A male child of perfect innocence and high intelligence is the most satisfactory and suitable victim.’ [‘Of the Bloody Sacrifice’. Magick in Theory and Practice]
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MOONCHILD
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There is no sacrifice in this working, instead a specific spirit is drawn by invocation into the child (foetus) which is then born. ‘ The homunculus is a living being in form resembling man, and possessing those qualities of man which distinguish him from beasts, namely intellect and power of speech, but neither begotten and born after the manner of human generation, nor inhabited by a human soul.’ [Liber CCCLXVII. ‘De Homunculo Epistola’. Capitulum Primum. 1]
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BAPHOMET
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The image of Baphomet, the horned god which displays the characteristics of both sexes, was worshipped by the Knights Templars. It was venerated for its wealth-giving and its fertility of the earth aspects. It is also believed that the Knights Templars held secret rituals which involved certain sex rites.
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<span style="color: black;">Upon becoming the Head of the English branch of the Ordo Templi Orientis (Order of the Oriental Templars) in 1912, Aleister Crowley took the magical name Baphomet.
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<span style="color: black;">Karl Kellner (1851-1905), a wealthy German business man and high-ranking Freemason, formed the OTO in Germany in 1902 along with three fellow occultists and Freemasons: Theodore Reuss (1855-1923), Franz Hartmann (1838-1912) and Heinrich Klein (1842-1913).
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<span style="color: black;">Kellner insisted that three oriental adepts gave him the secret sexual teachings upon which the OTO was founded.
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<span style="color: black;">The sex secrets were said to be those used by the Knights templars, which had been guarded and protected by them. The rituals were based on the lines of Freemasonry and the sex rites were said to ‘explain all the symbolism of Freemasonry and of all systems of religion’.
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ORDO TEMPLI ORIENTIS
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The initiatory degrees of the OTO are in dramatic form representing the life cycle of the candidate. (see The Equinox. Volime III. Number I).
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VII° - The adoration of the Phallus as Baphomet.
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VIII° - Auto-sexual acts of magic (masturbation) for the consecration of talisman<span style="color: black;">s. Also known as the Lesser Work of Sol. </span>Crowley gave </span><span style="color: black;">VII° ritual instruction in his ‘De Nuptiis Secretis Deorum cum Hominibus’ (On the Secret Marriages of Gods and Men) which contains secret methods of evoking a ‘familiar spirit’ or Elemental. Following orgasm, the ‘elemental’ is absorbed into the magical aura, or human principle. It is in such a way that consecration is possible as in the consecration of a talisman with semen.
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IX° - The ninth degree is performed by the male and female and it also refers to the ninth sephira on the Cabbalistic Tree of Life which is Yesod (Foundation). Yesod is associated with the genitals and the moon rules over the sexual fluids. The breasts are associated with Chesed and Geburah. The heart is Tipherath and the mouth is Venus, but also Mercury through the power of speech.
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<span style="color: black;">Another aspect of the IX° is the lunar current, the Elixir Rubaeus (Red Elixir); intercourse during menstruation.
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‘it is, indeed, of the first importance for the celebrant in any phallic rite to be able to complete the act without even once allowing a sexual or sensual thought to invade his mind. The mind must be as absolutely detached from one’s own body as it is from another person’s.’ [Energised Enthusiasm. X]
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<span style="color: black;">Nine= Yod (the secret Fire). Nine is the number of creation (the Phallus erect and creative). Nine in the Tarot (IX) is the Hermit (sperm) and the Hermit gestates in Binah.
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X° - The tenth degree is merely honorary, conferring status on the Head of the Order.
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XI° - The eleventh degree involves homosexual or anal sex. The elixir, much as in the ninth degree is treated with the same reverence and a small portion is consumed following penetration and orgasm. Crowley indicated the eleventh degree in his writings as ‘P.V.N. – per vas nefandum [Latin]: ‘by the unmentionable vessel’ and the anus is also known as the ‘Eye of Horus’, the Fundament, the Tau, Malkuth.
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<span style="color: black;">'If the semen is safely bestowed in mouth or anus of the beloved one, the temptation is to begin all over again; bar the trifle of fatigue, one is in the same position as at first; its loss between the legs or in the hand rouses a sentiment of disgust which is fatal to passion.' [The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz. Aleister Crowley. 1910]</span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Eleven in the Tarot (XI) is Lust or Strength. Teth (the Serpent or the Sacrament). Sign of Leo (the Lion); Leo is the kerub of Fire, ruled by the Sun.
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‘It is said by certain Initiates that to obtain Spiritual gifts, and to aid Nature, the sacrament should be as it were a Nuptial of the Folk of Earth; but that Magick is of the Demon, and that by a certain Perversion of the Office, may be created Elementals fit to perform the Will of the Magician.
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<span style="color: black;">Now herein is a difficulty, since in this case the Matter of the Sacrament cannot exist, for that there is no White Eagle to generate the Gluten.
Howbeit, We hold that in this rite is great efficacy; it may be that for certain operations it is equal or superior to that explained to initiates of the IX°.’ [De Arte Magica. xi. ‘Of certain Rites analogous to that of the IX°’]
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‘I tell thee, man, that the first kiss of man to man is more than the most elaborately manipulated orgasm that the most accomplished and most passionate courtesan can devise. That is, it is not a physical, but a spiritual pleasure.’ [The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz. Aleister Crowley. 1910]
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.</span></div>
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FURTHER READING:
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The Secret Rituals of the OTO. Edited and introduced by Francis King (C.W. Daniel Co. London. 1973)
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The Magical Records of the Beast 666. Edited by John Symonds and Kenneth Grant (Duckworth. London. 1972)
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The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz. Aleister Crowley. (Probsthain & Co. Paris. 1910)
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Magick in Theory and Practice. Aleister Crowley. (Lecram Press. Paris. 1929)
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Liber CCCXXXIII. The Book of Lies. Aleister Crowley. (Wieland & Co. London. 1913)
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The Magical Diaries of Aleister Crowley. Tunisia 1923. Stephen Skinner. (Weiser. USA. 1996)
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Liber CDXV Opus Lutetianum: The Paris Working. Aleister Crowley. 1914.
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Sexuality, Magic and Perversion. Francis King (New English Library. London. 1972)
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A Manual of Sex Magick. Louis T. Culling (Llewellyn Publications. USA. 1971)
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Energised Enthusiasm. The Equinox. Volume I, number IX. (Wieland & Co. London. 1913)
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Liber CCCLXX A’ash vel Capricorni Pneumatici. The Equinox. Volume I, number VI. (Wieland & Co. London. 1911)
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">ROSA DECIDUA</span>
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Rose of the World!
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<span style="color: black;">If so, then what a world!
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<span style="color: black;">What worm at its red heart lay curled
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<span style="color: black;">From the beginning? Plucked and torn and trampled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And utterly corrupt is she
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That was the queen-flower unexampled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In gardens goodlier than Arcady.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O Thou! whose body was my lyre, whose soul
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lay on my mouth like a live coal!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This time thou hearest not my song; thine ears
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are stopped with worse than death;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all this wasted breath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of mine – those songs of six most memorable years
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of ecstasy and agony – may not attain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To charm thy being into love again...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This is no tragedy of little tears.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My brain is hard and cold; there is no beat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of its blood; there is no heat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of sacred fire upon my lips to sing.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My heart is dead; I say that name thrice over;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rose! – Rose! – Rose! – </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Even as lover should call to lover;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is no quickening,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No flood, no fount that flows;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No water wells from the dead spring.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My thoughts come singly, dry, contemptuous,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Too cold for hate; all I can say is that they come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From some dead sphere without me;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Singly they come, beats of a senseless drum
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Jarred by a fool, harsh, unharmonious.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is no sense within me or about me;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet each thought is most surely known
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For a catastrophe.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No climax of a well-wrought tragedy!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Single and sterile.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am here for nought.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I have no memory of the rose-red hours.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No fragrance of those days amid the flowers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lingers; all’s drowned in the accursed stench
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of this damned present. The past years abort,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And this is found. Foul waters drench
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My earth. All’s filth. With what cold eye one scans
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This body that was – so long since – two years! I wrench
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My soul to say it – all a man’s
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Delight. Come, look at it! This leaden skin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With ochre staining its amorphous grey;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All that elastic brilliance passed away;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Minute invading wrinkles where the flesh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is soaked away by the foul thing within
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her soul; the bloom so faint and fresh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Smudged to a smoky glow as one may see
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At sunset in the Factory lands; the lips
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thinned and their colour sickened into slate;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The eyes like common glass; the hair’s gloss dull;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The muscles gone, all pendulous with fat;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The breath that was more sweet than Lebanon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all the flowers and honey and spice thereof,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ripe for my soul’s kiss eagerly to cull,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now like a corpse three weeks drowned, swollen by sup
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And water and vermin. There she sways and stares,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And with the jaw dropped all awry – first swears,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Then lurches; then she slobbers unctuously:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">“I am not old; I am quite beautiful;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Pitiful! Pitiful! Most Pitiful!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This is no tragedy of little tears.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This worm was in her blood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lurking for thrice five years.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And now I see him – that old slime that leers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where Bacchus smiles, that evil and averse
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God that is wholly curse,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As he is wholly blessing to the wise.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This thing invertebrate, this sewer-flood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Compact of treacheries, meannesses, and lies,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Horrible thirst, infamous beastliness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dirt and disease, so sottish wallowing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet sensitive to pain so hideous
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That sometimes he appears all pain, all fear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All hate – so slavish yet so fierce a king,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A tyrant to himself, insidious
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And cunning as some sordid sorceress;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Incapable of action or control,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet a black gulph to drown so strong a soul!...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
He lay close curled within my rose’s heart.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is no blame; yet what avails all art?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">See! I reel back beneath the blow of her breath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As she come smiling to me: that disgust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Changes her drunken lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a shriek of hate – half conscious still
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">(Beneath the obsession of the will)
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of all she was – before her death, her death!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So she boils over her, and she rages –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It seems through countless ages –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With all the vile abuse,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That had degraded Glasgow’s grimiest stews,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With all the knowledge of despair
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Striking me cunningly, striking everywhere,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mutilating the corpse of my dead love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With such a savagery,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Intensity above
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All understanding, that it bleeds again –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As a corpse should bleed at the murderer’s touch!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Then, not content, she must needs smutch
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All my past purifying pain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Turning all life to a thing fouler than
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Aught yet imaginable to man!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Who asks me for my tears?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She flings the body of our sweet dead child
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into my face with hell’s own epitaph,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Profanes that shrine
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of infinite love and infinite loss,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My empty shrine, the one shrine undefiled,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My one close-clasped cross –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And hers as much as mine!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Profanes it with a hideous laugh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And a lie flung with a curse; and I must hear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And must not stamp on the snake, because, forsooth,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This was my love, my peace, my faith, my truth,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The rosebud of my youth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It was – it is not – it can never be.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This would corrupt God’s body with a breath.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I see Him sicken and swoon; I see Him rot
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through, though His tabernacle be Eternity.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This makes a man catch hold of death
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Greedily like a harlot in the street
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That plucks by the arm some sot.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Death shakes me off with a hoarse curse.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tied to this woman, his beneficence
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Were too like heaven – and heaven’s somehow to earn,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No doubt – no way that I know! Hell’s enough,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">If hell would only burn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And silence the one devil-word of love.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ay! death slinks off.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I have a child that claims my life
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To keep from heritage thereof,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To shield from the world’s scoff,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God! that has held me back from hate,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be merciful to me a sinner,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And ward me, warding her! As it is written:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In vain that build it. And again:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Excepting Adonai keep the city,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The watchman watcheth but in vain.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God, if there be a God, be Thou my Neighbour;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And if that God have pity, have Thou pity!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For never man was smitten as I am smitten;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nor from Time’s yesterday to Time’s to-morrow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was there a sorrow like unto this sorrow!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How many hours was Christ upon the cross?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How many days in hell? But I have hung
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the day of infinite loss,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Watching her degradation into dung
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Three years.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Three years!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And now who asks me to shed tears?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let a man pierce my side,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I warrant him nor blood nor water flows,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But such a poison as Locusta never
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Distilled from toad, asp, viper, scorpion,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nightshade, gall, orpiment, Jew’s hearts,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Old woman’s tongues, by monstrous arts;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But this my poison drips, without endeavour,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the mere soul of the world’s rose!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What alchemy of hell this ronyon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Venus has skill of!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wonder that I live!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This has been like a bag-pipe drone to wail
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its monotone through high, low, fast and slow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It has been like a secret cancer,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Forcing all servants of the life to give
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Their work to the usurper; all its themes assail
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The main word Life; they build their archipelago
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of poison in each sea where life was holy,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Their questions have no answer,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But all’s converted to the abominable
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soul-sickening thing that one is tied to. This is I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Just as God is His Nature, wholly
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Involved therein, its tune, its motive, its quintessence.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There were no meaning in Spring’s aspen spell,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Were man’s soul treasury, the sky,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Made bankrupt of His presence.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only, this God is a black fiend;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of blood, the babe’s drink, weaned
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And fattened on – what liquor and meat? Unnameable
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By all the giant horrors that haunt hell!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
These years I have watched her fade, my masterful love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all-embracing pity strove
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like athletes in an amorous bout to make
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Some child to tread upon that snake.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But ever the worm slipped, escaped; its spires
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That gave it purchase; keener flamed the fires
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In its eye triumphant. Now its soul asserts
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its master-pleasure;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The worm exerts
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its adult might, and in one bout
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And mangled he falls out
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the fight. Just so child Hercules
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strangled two serpents in his pretty
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Red fists, achieved twelve labours, won to ease,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And was done down to death and madness by
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The subtle poison that himself distilled.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So all the God in life is chilled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To a corpse. The informing one? God’s cast clout
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of a leper! Leave me here, corruptest of earth’s whores,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To scrape my sores!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Cry like a dog and run about the city!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is no word left, now the deed is dead!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No thought of her is in me; I am a stranger
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To all that dream of danger
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And bliss that Rose was. The green shoots
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of life that spring in me are fed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Not even on the mire of her decay.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They spring from other roots.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now I am cleansed of her, I am so to say
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A man part paralysed. One limb is dead
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In feeling as in motion. This remains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To ask: Will all catch death – how soon? This head
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Excites its miserable brains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To think the word it knows by intellect
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To be the right word – pity! Then reflect:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Pitiful! Pitiful! Most Pitiful!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The pity of it! Think of the love past,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Blossoms too beautiful!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Think of the babe and its most piteous end!’ –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All these things sound like lies.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I do not comprehend
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Anything of them – ‘Pity! pity! pity!’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the housetops of a ruined city
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Not one pale thought with blushes; my soul’s dead
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As a corpse flung out of the tideway on
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The stinking flats of London mud. The springs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are dry beyond appeal; dull grey like lead
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">(And heavier) is my soul’s carrion.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">If she came pleading now, pure, passionate, and sane,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I would not take her back again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am warned – that’s one word. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let my own back feel the lash!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All power of love is burnt right through to ash.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bray it in a mortar, mix with gall and ink,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And give it to the children for a drink!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I’ll wait till she is dead, to bring those tears.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I doubt not in the garden of my heart
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whence she is torn that flowers will bloom again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">May those be flowers of weeping, flowers of art.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Flowers of great tenderness and pain.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Broad lilied meers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lying in a lonely leafless forest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Silent and motionless beneath the moon.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I feel my weakness, O thou soul that soarest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a heaven beyond imagining
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On the unfaltering wing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the magic swan! I know this tune
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Should swell to a strong note, a triumph note
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Blared through a trumpet’s throat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To tell the world I am no coward, or else
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sob in sweet minor, soft as Asmodel’s
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Chant to the nightingale. I am so wrecked, so rent,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That one seems brag, the other sentiment.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I cannot leave the present; I will not pose.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There lies the rotten rose
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And stinks. That is the truth; the rest is gloss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My loss was total loss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So close that rose lay to my heart, its fall
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was the catastrophe of all.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now call me callous! Pass me, prigs, and sneer
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the base soul that could not bear its cross!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I say that infinite loss is infinite loss,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That tears are trivial, tears are happiness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That this blind ache is God’s last punishment
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are damned, that had I loved her less
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I could have prated in some honeyed strain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Taking a subtle pleasure in my pain.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It is my bulk, the mass of my intent,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That makes the ruin abject. I had sung
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Some partial earthquake; here the universe
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crashes with one great curse,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whelming the singer and the song. My tongue
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is palsied; only this chaotic clash
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of curses echoes the dire crash.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And after all the roar, there steals a strain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At last of tuneless, infinite pain;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all my being is one throb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of anguish, and one inarticulate sob
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Catches my throat. All these vain voices die,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all these thunders venomously hurled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Stop. My head strikes the floor; one cry, the old cry,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strikes at the sky its exquisite agony:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rose! Rose o’ th’ world.</span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE HEATHER GARDEN</span> </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">by Barry Van-Asten</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>I dream of a garden I don't know,
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Its mystery blossoms through the seasons.
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>And here, I wander where the unknown root grows;
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Where pathways are words written over hills and streams.
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I
</span><br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
DARK JOURNEY
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O dark witch of my heart, retreat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into your fabled land of dreams,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where I await your icy mythology
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Galloping through this emptiness of skin.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come out and speak of your Northern past
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the tales that have been handed down.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come out and weave for me, my love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For here in the heartland I don't want
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To be folded away by the garden gate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And unable to see beyond the glass
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where a roomful of cat-magic lies within,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Undisturbed in a grey-powdered mist.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I know her and she will not wait;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She has promises that she cannot keep.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I imagine her always close to me,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thinking in secrets while she weeps.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Veiled Aurora - unfathomable,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And changeless where sorcery sleeps.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With hair as dark as the dreamless grave
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And crystal orbs glowing from the seventh sphere
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Show shades of an incredible past. I know
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We will embrace in the fiery red planet's wake
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the first time and the last;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We will walk through the midnight garden,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through its silhouettes and shades
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till our voices no longer strain to utter
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All the hurt that love no longer hides.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But unknowable in her lamplit gloom,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She desires the forceful sway of the sea:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Perhaps she was born of its foamy spray
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Somewhere in a Northern bay? But
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Winter brings new ordeals and sadness
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like a visitor, flowerless and unwelcome,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With a fist pushed firm into your mouth.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And from her dark room she gazes out
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the broken railings round the pond;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the black remains of the mill, and beyond,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the sunlight on the silver stream
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That reveals the mayflies breaking free:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How I envy their short lives, she said,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dreams on Neptune's weary wave...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A trout twists and spins in the pools of shade,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Drawn to a dry-fly in the sun's haze;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Magnified by a ghostly fish eye,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Snatched from dimensions of black sanctuary, again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Two figures stood gazing into the pond:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He loved her once...long ago, one said,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like something beyond the living and the dead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And now, she won't leave the house, she won't leave,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And death has become a recurring theme
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now that there is blood in words once again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A white mist has descended upon the house
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like a blanket spread over its awful hold,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I can't see beyond the smoky glass.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I imagine her cocooned inside, somehow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wrapt up tightly as a moth,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Awaiting the end of her labyrinth of sleep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the end of her wordless universe.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Yet the garden remains to her tender touch;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Full of love, though dark as the night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She is the whispered wind in the swaying boughs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the autumn leaves upon my face.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She's there in the gentle air that soothes
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sweeps across this lonesome place.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But no memory of sleep nor its release
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Can give these pale bones what they need.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am lost because I cannot keep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The one that I desire inside, the most.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come and embrace the darkling wound
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That you have wrought upon my flesh.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It glows in the interminable shame of night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the brightness of these sufferings.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet who is it that walks in the garden
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By night and remains unseen?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who is it that hurts my endless heart
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When each night I awake to find
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That love has walked with nothing more to say?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Seen from the mill pond, nothing moves;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The old gate hangs on its rusty hinge.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet the dark windows speak of lives
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Falling away...forever away, inside.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And a presence lingers to be loved
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the riddle of the garden soothes.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A tree grows across its dim threshold,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And here will be an eternity, I thought,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now that the spell is cast.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
II
</span><br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span><span style="color: black;">CONIFER DREAMING</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Black witch of all my days, afraid
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To come out of the house again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Trapped between the threshold and
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The surface of the skin.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A darkness through which we cannot pass,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Closes around and over us;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">An immense mass, pushing forwards,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Separating our frontiers into afterlife,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where nameless, we shuffle closer to the grave.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Heel me into the disused summerhouse
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where I can become part of its genealogy,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Living among the dry seeds that hang
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the wooden struts like rococo beams.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There, amongst the old papers and rusting tools
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With the smell of sawdust, oil and wood preserver
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rushing like alchemy through my nostrils.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I shall see the house from this dwelling place;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">See when lights go on in rooms:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is that your spectre descending the stair
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like a mannequin in tears?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Behind the fence, I'll stretch and sigh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And straighten my crooked, mossy fingers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the cracked glass of the window pane,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Warmed by the early morning sun.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But here, I won't grow beyond the glass,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I'll dissolve into new constellations
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That are forever looking back.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Alone, I'll lie beside the lavender path
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where you will forget me in time, I know...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But still I'll listen for the sweep of your dress
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Brushing past in the night like a great lunar wing.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the long summer evenings, I will sigh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Because I will not hear you come,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Saddened by the drone of bees
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Blundering through the undergrowth,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To map the last regions of heart and brain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soon honeycombed into a perfect chamber
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That makes a snug home for a fat queen.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hidden in my breast is a black root
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That spears through my heart and shoots,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To spiral ever downwards, through
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Spine and soil, where blood becomes clay.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Trapped in the watery wheelbarrow tracks:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My life flows in these rivers of rain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the garden has held me, spellbound,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But there are things in this place I cannot say.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
In the woods as the sun went down,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I came here to remember her:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A July day...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Walking through the dark rooms
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where other worlds come close and listen.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Inside, the atmosphere's electric,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It crackles under my inspection.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And so I slipped out, unable to turn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Those pages filled with thunder.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I thought: Am I an invisible intruder here?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Does no one see I have come to this place?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They sit so close, yet do not see.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They don't see me. There is no answer.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I have come here often, yes,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Many times I have come here before death,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And so I almost think it a shrine for my pilgrimage.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Nearby the buried monks in the playing field ache
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To hear the close woods call to them;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I know that call and I know that ache
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And it's insufferable.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
As the years pass
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am wrapt in the wild ways;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Streams cut through my inside
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I become part of its flow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nettle and laurel seed from my palms
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Towards the sunlight I fear now.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The rain, with its ancient anger, stirs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And hammers on my brow again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For here, no one can know the ache of the grave
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the crime that lies so deep within.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I hear the wind whisper and I wake,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thinking your soft lips are near;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I call out and suddenly I remember
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only sad things whisper here.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A winter night and in the wood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A fire is burning down below
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The steep bank that meets the road.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Figures are flickering in the flames
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And far-away voices, laugh and shout.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Smoke is rising up the bank,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Winding through the broken fence,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the air is damp with woodland smells.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Do you look at me and think of the wild places?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am as ancient as all the world and all its sorceries.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Beneath the rolling acres - beyond,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Corpses have no time to command;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They listen to the crumbling hearts, like mine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And laugh beneath the decaying woodland.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But your face looks out from the window pane
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With its ghostly mask, devoid of life.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Those eyes are afraid to look on the world again,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Or perhaps they just died too long ago.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
In the green pools of the bog
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Those corpses gasp and remember death,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the sunlight shifts above their heads,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Skimming over the water's surface.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At night between the trunks, they walk,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crisp, to the snapping of twigs;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Between the submerged mass of roots,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Caught in the striking yellow light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the shallow water's shoots:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A story is unfolding of my youth.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I opened my heart's sadness, and thought:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here I will wander for eternity.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There are no names, there are no stones,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But lives have fallen to the wayside woods.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
III
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span><span style="color: black;">WALKING THROUGH THE WHITE WIRE</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Witch of all the world, awake,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The woods have rung, but it's too late
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To rid me of this elegiacal imprint
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That reduces me to the furniture of the grave.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There's a dance of death between the boughs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That calls her name and winds away...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">You're here, and you're here now, to stay,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Not even my silence will turn your heart
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From loving me for all eternity.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I saw all the centuries and celebrations pass,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Marching before me, yet I turned away,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wanting only to see the one who leaves me
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the final moments of the year.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I did not summon you, yet you came,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all those dreams...I let them go,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like afterthoughts weaving through my veins
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only to glimpse - Ullysses, in female form.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I remember those long, sleepless nights
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When through my tears I ached for you:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nothing seemed impossible, I thought,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I'll weave my flame into your heart
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And make a universe of your name.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Seen in the garden is spectacled Death,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Not quite whole, but sure to manifest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His loathsome shape in the nothingness.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the space of his predatory motions
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His vaporous step is incomplete.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Between thumb and forefinger, I measure his pace:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Four days to reach the end of the fence.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">While in the woods a darkness grows
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Around the limitations of my heart.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My intestines drop from the trees in coils,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bronzing in the morning sun.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And here I have widened the margin of love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To include the garden that's wrapt in death.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My insides are clay, and I am dumb;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My lungs are ballooning in my breast.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My eyes which once sparkled, are now dull
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And lie at the bottom of a dry well,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Inside a half-buried porcelain pot:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its cracked spout is my telescope
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where I'm blinded by the language of the stars.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come to me, this dark evening,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now that December's ghost is near;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I have fallen to pieces inside with thinking
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of your soft flesh and this divide,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the garden's winter beauty, where
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I weep in the place where love has died.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But love is a ghastly business,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It corrodes one's soul from the inside,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Depriving one's self of the entity within.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My body shall yield to spring blossoms,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To cover acres in its wide search.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But my sick heart will always remain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Locked in the sentences of your dreams.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But your heart is darker than buried bones,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I can do no more than pass through time
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Singing of the name I love.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This is how I imagined the end:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">You cannot cross and I cannot leave;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Between shadow and light, unable to release
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Our hold upon the worlds we know.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Still, the wind tells me of all you used to be,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the dark house hides what you are now.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Perhaps she won't stay, but the garden remains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">True to her identity, and I can never leave
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This place where we were parallel in our make-believe.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But how can she not say what's in her heart
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When I am sick with thinking of love?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">While passion's ghost is fleeting, I know,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To be near her now is all of my world.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Across the water, words pass
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Down the silent waves of change,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I am beyond reason, and less of man,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Drilled into the hillside once again -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am nothing in nature's infinite way.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And Death has won his timeless reign,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I turn to the dark secrets of the house
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the whispered heart has turned to stone
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the love it held has turned to dust.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I hear the voices that I dread,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Speaking of the past again -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They are a bridge to worlds unknown.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And here, the white lines of death are near,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Constant and caged by the twilight oaks;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A storm is gathering with cathedral fear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the intricacies of sleep unfolds
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The stages of our lives, retold.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Embrace me in the confusion of white death;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I linger on in after-worlds,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bound only by the starry perimeters
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And its soliloquy of dreams, that yields
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A space for dying. I heave with seasons:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">You are part of my world,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I, yours, for always. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-size: large;">GOOD SAINT CROWLEY</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>To be sung to the tune of
Good King Wenceslas</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley, yea was born
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The twelfth day of October,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto mysticism drawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet science kept him sober.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Plymouth Brethren nailed him to
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A cross of misery –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘I am the Captain and the crew
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of my own destiny!’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley set up home
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But found to his dismay
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unbounded love meant that Jerome
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Saw Crowley’s wizard’s way
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As something quite detestable
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And dull and not quite right;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His verse was so unmentionable
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In society and circles polite!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley woke one morn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In an awful state,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He swore and cursed the Golden Dawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And Arthur Edward Waite!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He raised his fist aloft, and said:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘I damn you all to Hell!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mother! Mathers! Yeats! – all dead!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the Alpine Club as well!’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley stood and swore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And gazed across Loch Ness:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Oh my Kingdom for a whore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Or some Highland hag’s caress!’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He took the matter in his hands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And whispered ‘Oh Saint Me,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That I must rub my Godly Glans –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A College man of Trinity!’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley took a wife,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A fine young thing named Rose –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Declared his love and kissed his knife
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the ceremony’s close;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He did not think to kiss his bride,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who was it then who said
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The days of honour now have died
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And chivalry is dead?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley yea praised few:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Eckenstein and Baker;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Pollitt, Jones and Bennett too,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But ‘charlatan’ and ‘faker’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Were accusations daily dealt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To cause him great distress;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And infamy often smelt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the British Press!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Good Saint Crowley died upon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The first day of December;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sixty-seven years have gone
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet here we still remember –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Do what thou wilt, without, within,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hail from abodes of Night!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All restriction is a sin –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine Liberty and Love and Light!’</span>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>Barry Van-Asten</em></span></div>
<br />
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE APE OF GOD</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Priest, let thee rest a while;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let wisdom be the burden of man!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Choose trouble truly as thy toil...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To fortunes run! No doubt you must
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Relinquish responsibility for your lust,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When you discover the lie of your religion! </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And as truth in beauty and idleness grow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So doth it leave its owner wretched.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let us to the dark arms of Satan go
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And match him, tooth for tooth, eye for eye;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Robed in Royal red: life must lie
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the sunburnt slumbers of the dead! </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To no longer mouth the c__k and the c__t;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To rid oneself from the fear inside;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To spill one's seed into the font
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And curse God damned in priestly rape
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of whatever size and whatever shape:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Disgusting the shame that he must hide! </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In whispers, they will speak his name
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Between the Holy Water and the Wine!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And in doorways shall his filth be fame!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This lie he lives and this he knows
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From his priestly head to his priestly toes:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On matters of love he must decline!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>Rev. Augustus Faversham.</em></span></div>
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Thursday 18th January 2001 e.v. 04.00 a.m. Dream: (dream within a dream) – in
dream a) I dreamt I was asleep, in dream b) dreaming of something terrible. I
shouted out ‘Wake up! Wake up!’ and I woke from dream b) into dream a), where I
suddenly yelled out and awoke in reality. Perhaps there are multi-layers to
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Thursday 25th January. 03.00 a.m. I was a young boy and I lay in bed. ____ in
the room too. I was afraid of a female entity. With my eyes closed, I appeared
in another part of the room (like astral travelling). As I tried to establish
where I was, I found myself sitting on the floor, with the bed to my left. I
sensed the female presence in my bed and she spoke. I flew into a frightened
rage, then [this being dream a)] I entered into dream b) where I was shaken
violently by _____ asking why I shouted out and awoke. Her face was red and
contorted. I screamed ‘Wake up! Wake up!’ and I left dream b) and entered
reality screaming. [I have acquired a good technique for escaping these night
terrors by a signal to ‘Wake up!’ which is easy to control in these multi-layered
dreams]. <br />
Friday 26th January. I feel the black devil creeping upon me once more [666]. <br />
Sunday 28th January. In bed, my astral was outside of my body and would not
return! My feet (were they my feet?) seemed incomprehensible. I tried using a
mantra which was quite effective. I did not want to be loose; it automatically
happened and continued into sleep. <br />
Monday 29th January. My astral became lost in ecstasy at 06.00 a.m. and thus it
was thrown into vision – city after city – cities of the past and of the
future. People I had never seen in this life. It was easy to control, like
viewing the scene from a hovering position; I could guide my vision with
accurate precision, and select details etc, no matter what the distance was.
There were office towers of the future (Babel/garden of Babylon). Large windows
that can control the light and black coloured plastic material were used inside
for furnishing, e.g. lamps. View screens which rose from the floor on stalks! I
saw the whole universe as if it was in a single acorn and it was immense! Time
evaporated! Yet I was Proustian, and could not escape it! <br />
Tuesday 6th February. Slight uncontrollable floating of the astral at 03.00
a.m. <br />
Tuesday 13th February. I must transform once again, the only way I know how –
by dark means! <br />
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Tuesday 6th March. What use has been all this Magic? <br />
Wednesday 7th March. My brain was dead with images of nothing. No future, no
present, only the past! <br />
Friday 9th March. I got ‘Do what thou wilt – A Life of Aleister Crowley’ by
Lawrence Sutin from the library. It seemed to draw me to it! The sign has
appeared for my new direction! <br />
Saturday 10th March. 01.00 a.m. Asana: legs crossed, hands making the sign for
‘water’ (over solar plexus to form the downward triangle). Mantra: A.M.P.H. [Aum
mani padme hum]. Formulate R.C. [Rose Cross] in Ajna. Success in discarding
thoughts as they arrive! I became aware that my body seemed to be glowing when
asana intensified, and that breathing was forgotten completely, and on
remembering – did I breathe: have I inhaled/exhaled? It became a little jerky,
probably due to the presence of food in my stomach. But a good start! I shall
interpret all foreseeable phenomena as manifestations purely relative to
myself! I began to feel ill. An immense pain in my head and felt awful all
night! <br />
Sunday 11th March. I woke early (06.00 a.m.) and was compelled to write, in a
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This morning at 08.30 a.m. – Mantra: A.M.P.H. Dharana on R.C. Its colours were
brilliant and vibrant against a pale sky. I felt myself grow distant from it
and I appeared to be in a long and dark corridor. Suddenly, I heard the voice
of a small boy, cry out into the darkness – ‘You little thief!’ on which I
returned to reality. <br />
Note: On Saturday 10th March I made a magical ring from a single strip of
platinum, which I consecrated and dedicated to Nuit. The ring was worn on the
little finger of the right hand on Sunday 11th March. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Because of the nature of this operation I shall remain silent [thus was born
the sins of the Christian Church]. Yet it did prove beyond all possible doubt
the existence of powers and intelligences which are not a part of me. <i>Upon
request the master was merciful and gave water to the chela who had the thirst
of the world upon him, and upon the chalice which contained the water of life,
were depictions of the ancient Gods of Khem. The young adept spoke their names
aloud and upon realising the significance of the sign, as if to confirm in the
heart of the young neophyte the reward of Nu, the heavens burst forth with a
single thunder clap which echoed in the soul of the young warrior upon the path
of the wise. </i><br />
Tuesday 13th March. 12.30 a.m. R.C. in Ajna with mantra: A.M.P.H. Began well
and experienced the true meaning of R.C. symbolically, but became difficult to
continue due to outside distractions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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mantra: A.M.P.H. tatwa: Prithivi (water). Invoke the God names and entered in
the sign of Horus (the enterer). Tatwa vibrant in the mist beyond the portal.
Partial success! I came upon the triple formula of ASNIA – LASNIAL [ASNIA
framed within 31 – LA and AL of Liber Legis].<br />
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ASNIA
LASNIAL AShNIA LAShNIAL
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a)1 60 50/10 1 c) 30 1
60 50 10 30
362 422<br />
b) 700
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a) 122. (see earlier record of this number) 1+2+2= 5 (Pent) 1+2X2= 6 (Hex)
5+6=11 122 V’’’=11.0453610171 [Sunday 18th March 2001 e.v.] <br />
b) 822. 82 divided by 2=42 (4+1=5) Pent. 8 divided by 2 =4 (+2) = 6 hex.
5+6=11. 8X22= 176 (17-6=11). <br />
c) 182. 1X8X2=16 (6-1=5) Pent. 1X8-2=6 Hex. 5+6=11. 1+8+2=11. <br />
d) 882. 8+8-2=14 (1+4=5) Pent. 8+8X2=32 (3X2=6) Hex. 5+6=11. 88X2=176
(17-6=11). <br />
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b) 8X22=176 =17-6=11<br />
d) 88X2=176 =17-6=11 <br />
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Saturday 17th March. 02.00 a.m. Open T. [Temple]. Kabbalistic Cross. L.B.R’s
(pent and hex). Tatwa: Prithivi. Very good transference of consciousness, but I
somehow lost direction in the work. <br />
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Monday 19th March. 01.00 a.m. Open T. I held it wonderful and vivid. Mantra:
A.M.P.H. – I spoke the invocation through the mantra, clearly, as if both were
running parallel: one automatic like breathing [a) mantra] and the other willed
and concentrated [b) invocation]. Quite a new breakthrough!<br />
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Tuesday 20th March. 12.15 a.m. Open T. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Good visualisation
again! Destruction: <br />
Only the necessary shall remain to one far superior than I! <br />
Wednesday 21st March. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Tatwa: Prithivi (in
Ajna). I expel it using the sign of the enterer (Horus) and begin the
invocation. Good, though not excellent. <br />
Thursday 22nd March. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Very good. Tatwa: Prithivi. Invocation.
Almost a complete breakthrough! Loss of consciousness. In terrible pain later
that day which did not ease until 9.30 p.m.<br />
Friday 23rd March. I have found I have been making a terrible error in my
invocations! (during Prithivi Tatwa). I must rectify this immediately. It is
related to the Divine Names! 12.30 a.m. Open T. Kabbalistic Cross. L.B.R’s.
Prithivi Tatwa. In asana. Too many outside distractions! <br />
Saturday 24th March. 02.00 a.m. Tatwa: Prithivi. On the threshold of a
breakthrough! Too many outside distractions! Yet again! Visualisation of a very
high standard. But getting beyond proved difficult. <br />
Sunday 25th March. 02.20 a.m. (BST) Open T. Prithivi Tatwa. Quite good but I
intend doing a new direction with it. At 04.30 a.m. I returned to consciousness
after hearing something heavy fall and crash behind me onto the floor – but
there is nothing behind me except for the wall next to the bed! It was such a
loud noise that it thundered like the slamming of a door in Hell! Was it the
Nada? I rose and smoked. Later, I had a dream about a violet ball of light
whose touch means certain death! I was running away from it. On waking, I felt
a tremendous surge of energy/force within me. As if some sort of transformation
had occurred. It is with me now! <br />
Monday 26th March. 01.30 a.m. Open T. Asana: Left leg under anus. Tatwa:
Prithivi. Invocation. Excellent transference of the Tatwa from Ajna, and
passing in the ‘enterer’. Rising on the planes good and almost across the threshold!
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Tuesday 27th March. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Prithivi Tatwa. Mantra: A.M.P.H. The
transfer of the Tatwa I have found that it works better when it is just outside
one’s direct vision (in the peripheral vision) which induces a feeling of
separateness, especially with the Tatwa in contrasting colours, e.g. Square –
not yellow but its complementary colour: mauve. Invocation of God Names which I
also used as a mantra, once through in the ‘enterer’. Almost got a scent of it!
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Friday 30th March. 12.50 a.m. I decided against the Prithivi Tatwa and did the
Tejas Tatwa (air). Asana: body fully stretched horizontal, hands (palms down)
beneath anus. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Focused on the Tejas in Ajna and transposed it
outwards in its complementary colour (turquoise-mauve). I entered in the sign
of Horus – the Darkness of the Veil. I vibrate the God Names: Yhuh Tzabaoth,
Michael, Aral. I also kept the image of the Tatwa below the line of my direct
vision (peripheral) while I repeated the mantra which gave an automatic feeling
of euphoria. I transferred the Tatwa to Tiphereth (heart) and I became
conscious that my spiritual body or astral had moved forwards out from my
physical body, into a sitting position. I tried again with the Tatwa in Ajna
and the astral body resumed its horizontal position to emerge with my physical
body. I transferred the Tatwa once again to Tiphereth and again the astral sat
up automatically. I repeated the God Names as a new mantra for fifteen or
twenty minutes I guess. When the mantra was repeated quickly, I found myself in
the astral body wearing the robe of a neophyte with my hands making the sign of
air. I rose higher and higher and looked down upon my physical body and felt
immense disgust for it at ever having been imprisoned in such a thing. It
became abhorrent to me and to be restricted within it seemed incomprehensible.
I could not return even if I wanted to which I did not! My astral soared thirty
or forty metres above the earth still repeating the mantra and still wearing
the robe of the neophyte. Eventually I found myself at a temple, inside near
the entrance. There was a congregation who were about to begin some sort of
worship. A loud bell rang as someone wished to gain entrance to the temple. The
Priest was on his way to the door to let whoever it was in and as he passed me
I heard him say, gleefully: ‘Now we’ll raise Typhon!’ He then signalled to a
junior to take over the proceedings, in his absence. I walked to the front of
the congregation, down the aisle, facing the lectern (or altar), where the
junior Priest stood. I felt terribly strong and invisible! Just then, as I was
preparing to fill my lungs and burst into ‘Yhuh Tzabaoth, Michael, Aral’ the
junior began some different chant, which seemed to offend me in its ‘Catholic’
nature. I turned to the first man I saw sitting in the congregation, of dark
skin (they were all seated like some hidden school of initiates) and I quietly
said to him: ‘Are you with us?’ he said ‘Yes’ and shook my hand. He introduced
me to many there and all shook my hand joyously. Then it became dark (I assume
that whoever was outside had now entered with the Priest). Someone grabbed my
hand and lead me to a beautiful foreign Lady with large dark eyes and vibrant
red lips. My hand was suddenly thrust into her hand and we said something and
laughed. As I moved on, I felt a great force from behind me, as if a pair of
hands had grabbed me forcibly by the head and were pulling me with my feet in
the air as if floating. It was ecstatic and immensely celebratory. The feeling
was almost Samadhic, if one could comprehend such things. Then I was face to
face with the beautiful dark-eyed Lady once more. We danced, a peculiar dance,
my left hand on her shoulder and my right hand in her outstretched hand. She
said ‘You Tango very well’ – I replied that I had never done it before and she
seemed surprised. After it ended I walked towards a glass cabinet and I admired
the miniature ceramic houses inside, like gnomic cottages, many hundreds of
them. I sat down, back to the wall. I made some silly disturbance and had to
apologise to the congregation (who were all seated). I noticed now that I was
no longer wearing my neophyte robe, but ordinary clothing. We listened to
someone speak and I felt ashamed because I had not shaved, but looking round, I
saw that none of the men had shaved also! I returned to consciousness at 02.20
a.m. and thus ended the Vision of Hands. [see tarot IX Hermit, also note
Kaph=Hand=Yod etc – Isis/Virgo and Tejas=Fire the upward pointing triangle]. <br />
I felt terribly exhilarated and made notes, then I immediately resumed my
mantra: Yhuh tzabaoth, Michael, Aral’ but nothing more occurred. <br />
Monday 2nd April. 12.30 a.m. open T. In a seated asana. Tatwa: Tejas. Tejas in
Tiphereth. I automatically rose into the air again and looked upon the physical
body. It became spontaneous, even quite easy to do (it seemed). Mantra
(vibrating of God Names) as before: 45 minutes to 1 hour. Very difficult and
tiring! There was no sleep! <br />
03.30 a.m. I was aware that some ‘dog-like’ animal was in my arms and trying to
get at my face. Then my astral body returned to the physical body to find that
I was in bed, being pulled from the bed by some magnificent ‘outer’ force! I
recognised it at once (these nightly attacks have occurred many time before) as
the old demon who still trails me. It almost succeeded, but I yelled out very
loud ‘Stop it!’ and having power once again in my muscles I foiled the demon! I
got about three hours sleep afterwards. <br />
Tuesday 3rd April. 12.45 a.m. Open T. (very good). Tejas in Ajna, then in
Tiphereth. Automatic rising in my astral body. Mantra: Yhuh Tzabaoth, Michael,
Aral. Making the sign of Fire after entering in the sign of Horus. Instead of
the usual ‘taking the astral to the Temple’ I placed the Temple about the
astral by the force of my will upon the earth plane! A few breaks in this due
to tiredness, but quite good. <br />
Thursday 5th April. 12.50 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Tejas. Invoke God Names. Some
good astral displacement but no real results to record. <br />
Friday 6th April. 12.45 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Tejas. My mind is too distracted
for serious work! <br />
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Saturday 7th April. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Tejas – Not Good! <br />
Sunday 8th April – The Holy Day of the writing of the Book of the Law! 01.00
a.m. Open T. Tejas. Began well but could not get past the damn veil! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Liber Legis – chapter one. The Reading. Phenomena occurs. 9.30 p.m. I renewed
my oath cutting the + into the flesh [Tiphereth: the breast/heart] to symbolise
the Great Work. At midnight I opened the T. Tatwa: Akasa (spirit). Began well.
Vibration of Names: Eheieh, Agla, Yeheshuah, but too fatigued for serious work!
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Monday 9th April. Holy Day. Reading of Liber Legis chapter two. Midnight.
Tatwa: Akasa – useless – I am so tired! <br />
Tuesday 10th April. Holy Day. Reading of Liber legis chapter three. <br />
Wednesday 11th April. 12.45 a.m. Tatwa: Vayu (Air). Invocation: Shaddai El
Chai, Raphael,Chassan. Very disappointing. I seem to have lost the initial
impetus. Hard to concentrate. Onwards! <br />
Thursday 12th April. 12.40 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Vayu. Invocation. Nothing to
speak of! <br />
Friday 13th April. 01.25 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Apas (Water). Good. God Names:
Elohim Tzabaoth, Gabriel, Taliahad. Vibrated the Names into sleep. After
entering in the sign of Horus there was an automatic rising of the astral body.
I returned to consciousness at 06.11 a.m. and resumed the mantra (God Names).
The visions were all of a watery nature – I saw a fortune beneath water (gold
and gem stones) but I did not take it at first. I went back for it but it was
gone. I also received encouragement for the ‘destruction’ – a new force to do
thy will: destruction! <br />
Saturday 14th April. 01.00 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Prithivi. Spontaneous rising. I
met Frater ____ at the Atlantis Bookshop. We talked about Gerald Gardner and
Gerald Suster; also K. Grant, D. Fortune, Mathers and the Golden Dawn; the
Watch Towers etc. I realised my vision of Hands of the 30th March concerns an
Adept Master I have been in contact with. <br />
Sunday 15th April. A little after midnight. Open T. Tatwa: Prithivi. Vibration
of God Names into sleep. Consciousness regained at 04.30 a.m. when I resumed
the invocation. Phenomena. <br />
Monday 16th April 01.00 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Prithiva. Minor success but I have
exhausted it for now. Tatwa in Kether [ above the head, the crown], quite
successful. Good visualisation. <br />
Wednesday 18th April. 12.45 a.m. Open T. Tatwa: Vayu (Air). Audible invocation
as before: A strange tall man (about eleven feet tall) wearing an elegant robe
that seemed to flare out at the feet like a dress, appeared to me. He seemed to
be cast in bronze; he was of a dull gold in colour (his flesh and his dress).
Words were exchanged but nothing that seemed of great importance to me. Later,
a Master spoke to me (Secret Chief) in respect of the ‘destruction’. I held my
‘____’ in my hands and he was ordering me to destroy it! I had great doubts and
could not do it! <br />
Thursday 19th April. 12.30 a.m. Tatwa: Vayu. Tree of Life. I went through the
signs of the grades and their importance upon the Tree etc. <br />
Friday 20th April. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Asana: Osiris Risen (from LVX). Tatwa:
Vayu. In the sign of the Enterer (Horus) with breathing calm and steady, deep
and full. 15-20 minutes in I felt I was holding something between my thumb and
forefinger of the right hand which was crossed upon my breast (Osiris Risen). I
had to check that nothing was in my hand! But the feeling was distinct and it
continued, almost as if a disembodied hand had gripped my own. Invoke God
Names. Good but I was too conscious of my own breathing. I examined the Tree of
Life in this state. 05.30 a.m. consciousness returned and I resumed the mantra.
12.40 p.m. Formulate Pentagram and invoke Fire in cardinal. Some ‘Probationary’
notes on Magick. <br />
Saturday 21st April. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Hands on Yesod. Invoke Earth Pentagram.
Vibration of the Holy Names. Pentagram in Ajna, then forcibly thrust outwards.
Vibrate Names slowly, breathing good. Kundalini force, like a thunderbolt,
travelled up the Sushumna from Mulhadara to Kether (base of the spine to the
head), like a mighty wave and all was bathed in soft blue light that had an
electric quality (LVX).Then the force travelled back along Sushumna and down
the legs to Malkuth. My legs trembled as if an electric current had passed down
them. Then my body, which seemed to be floating in blue energy, practically
disintegrated from my legs upwards – existence, time etc were unperceivable to
me! Many waves travelled up and down in this way – the slow mantra of the Holy
vibrations is the key! This was a great revelation and it ended at 03.30 a.m. <br />
Monday 23rd April. Unstoppable fabric visions – confronted by Choronzon!
Myself, deformed and demonic! I tried to strangle myself (doppelganger) and I
was so afraid. I had to say to myself: ‘I love you! I love you!’ as a mantra. I
woke but it was a long time before ‘he’ went away. Then ‘he’ became the ‘me’ I
know, how others see me, and I was quite pleased – there was no longer any
fear! But the struggle with my ‘self’ seemed endless! <br />
Tuesday 24th April. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Invocation of Earth pentagram. Difficult
as my mind was too active. <br />
Wednesday 25th April. I was contacted by the Scarlet Woman: Soror Lylan. <br />
Friday 27th April. The Book of Thoth. <br />
Saturday 28th April. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Invocation of Fire pentagram [Yhuh
Tzabaoth, Michael, Aral]. I saw the Hierophant seated at his throne; all very
misty, a murky gold colour. About him were smaller figures, difficult to see,
but Egyptian in aspect. [next day Sunday 29th I remembered I had invoked
incorrectly, I invoked the Fire pentagram with an invocation of Air so I had
actually invoked Air of Fire. I checked the correspondences: Hierophant V of
the Tarot, vau, 6, Tiphereth, Trial and ordeal, Taurus, sign of Air! It
represents the Aeon of Horus!] <br />
Tuesday 1st May. 12.30 a.m. open T. Invocation of Fire. The flaming pentagram. <br />
Wednesday 2nd May. 12.45 a.m. Open T. Breathing good. Invocation of Spirit
active pentagram. Invoke the Goddess of the Stars [Nuit]. A golden pentagram in
the azure blue sky. Rising on the planes with swift disembodiment. Then
suddenly I threw my mantra to the wind: ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole
of the law. Love is the law, love under will’. I began using the symbol [Tatwa]
of Spirit in the centre of an active pentagram. Partial success!
Vibration=automatic rising and piercing of the veil which I was unable to
sustain. <br />
Thursday 3rd May. 02.30 a.m. Invocation of Spirit active pentagram with ‘Do
what thou wilt’ as a mantra. Close again! This is the hour of the dying God,
though no earthly hour! <br />
Friday 4th May. 02.10 a.m. Open T. Invocation of Fire and Spirit pentagrams
with ‘Do what thou wilt’ as a mantra. <br />
Monday 7th May. 01.20 a.m. Open T. Invoke Fire pentagram. Quite good, but too
tired for any real success! <br />
Wednesday 9th May. 12.45 a.m. Open T. Invoke Fire pentagram. Used the Tatwa,
also. I began well but was overcome by sleep. <br />
Thursday 10th May. 12.30 a.m. Open T. Invocation of Fire pentagram. Sign of the
enterer [Horus]. Vibration of Holy Names and Fire Tatwa. A good rising on the
planes. Beyond the veil was a golden Hexagram relative to Fire [see the
Hexagram Ritual with the two interlocking downward facing triangles]. I was
standing in the South, the cardinal point of Fire. About the Hexagram were names
or correspondences which I was unable to make out. It was like a representation
of a part of the Tarot on the Tree of Life – Chokhmah, Geburah, Netzach. It was
thundering and lightning. Later, I was seduced by the ‘faceless Nuit’ her flesh
was voluptuous and soft. Later still, I was in the dark and I saw strange white
fragments on the carpet, like snowflake crystals. I got up and tried to
disperse them, but they only vanished to re-appear. _____ also in this room. I
became fearful and told him I’ve been seeing strange things all day. He became
afraid and said: ‘this is what’s sucking the night from the room!’ He didn’t
have to say anymore, I knew what he meant – Abramelin! I resumed consciousness
at 04.00 a.m. and continued with my mantra. [Various Fabric visions followed]. <br />
Saturday 12th May. 01.15 a.m. open T. Invocation of Fire pentagram. Strong. I
used the Middle Pillar Exercise. I found myself in a landscape, lush and green,
formal but a little wild. Vibrant blue sky. I could move and determine my actions
completely. 6.10 p.m. Asana: left leg under anus, right over left leg. I could
have done an hour quite easily or more, but ended at 6.40 p.m. 6.50 p.m. Asana:
Right leg over left. I ended asana at 7.30 p.m. <br />
Sunday 13th May. 01.30 a.m. Open T. Holy Names, breathing good. Invocation of
Fire pentagram. I used the Fire Tatwa also. It burst before me, into a
brilliant white pyramid under the starlit sky. I was walking up the pyramid
with the Fire Tatwa in my Ajna, my eyes raised to the apex. Posture: sign of
Fire. It became difficult to sustain. Mantra good and vibration of Holy Names.
03.30 a.m. I continued with the mantra A.M.P.H. using the Fire Tatwa. I invoked
again and used the Fire pentagram. A dark landscape appeared, iron roots like
black sooty chimneys [I had also used Adonai Ha-Aretz as a mantra]. Very earthy
and definitely below. I got very close and instead of making the Fire
[triangle] the main focus, I put it to one side, as if it wasn’t important,
objectively, but important subjectively. No sleep! <br />
Monday 14th May. Terrible! Complete collapse of my body! Severe dehydration!
Early morning, unending vision, it was unstoppable, not unlike Crowley’s ‘Star
Sponge’ vision, brilliant white specks upon the veil, as if they were a part of
God! Nuit manifested around Hadit! <br />
Tuesday 15th May. 12.45 a.m. Open T. Invocation of Fire pentagram after the
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<strong>Clouds without water – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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‘Clouds without water’ is a series of erotic love poems by Aleister Crowley, under the pseudonym of the Rev. C. Verey. The title is taken from the Book of Jude: ‘clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever’ [Jude 12, 13.] </span><br />
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Crowley began writing the book in October 1907 and it is inspired by a beautiful, young actress by the name of Vera Blanche Neville Snepp (1888-1953), who acted under the name Vera Neville. Crowley met her at Coulsdon in Surrey and she called herself ‘Lola’ – <em>‘Lola! Now look me straight between the eyes. / Our fate is come upon us. Tell me now / Love still shall arbitrate our destinies, / And joy inform the swart Plutonic brow.’</em> [VIII The Initiation]. Lola inspired the first four sections of the poem: I The Augur, II The Alchemist, III The Hermit and IV The Thaumaturge. She also inspired and appeared in Crowley’s ‘The Wake World’ as ‘Lola Daydream’ in ‘Konx Om Pax’ (1907). Vera married Henry Algernon Claude Graves (1877-1963), 7th Lord Graves, Baron of Gravesend in 1909. They divorced in 1922. Another of Crowley’s mistresses, the sculptress Edith Agnes Kathleen Bruce (1878-1947) inspired sections V The Black Mass, VI The Adept and VII The Vampire. Also the first letters of the lines of ‘A Terzain’ spell out the name Kathleen Bruce. Kathleen had met Captain Robert Falcon Scott, the explorer in 1906 and they were married in 1908. </span><br />
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Another mistress inspired the final part of the book, VIII The Initiation, she was a friend of Oscar Wilde and although Crowley does not mention her by name, this is undoubtedly Ada Leverson, nee Beddington (1862-1933), known by Wilde as ‘The Sphinx’. </span><br />
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On 8th July 1908 Crowley worked on ‘Clouds without water’ in Paris and in the following year it was privately printed and ‘edited from a private MS. by the Rev. C. Verey, for circulation among ministers of religion’. With an interesting preface by the good Reverend Verey, ‘Clouds without water’ is a fascinating and passionate journey of poetic lust: ‘our love is like a glittering sabre bloodied / With lives of men; upsoared the sudden sun; / The choral heaven wake; the aethyr flooded / All space with joy that you and I were one’. Beautiful! </span><br />
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<strong>Amphora – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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In 1908 Aleister Crowley sent his manuscript of Christian devotional verse in praise of the Virgin Mary, anonymously to the London publishers Burns and Oates, who subsequently published the work under the title ‘Amphora’. At the same time, Crowley issued a private printing for ‘the Authoress and her intimates’ by Arden Press, with the inclusion of an epilogue disclosing an obscene sentence when reading the first letter of each line downwards and the first letter of each last word, downwards! ‘I decided to write a series of hymns to the Blessed Virgin Mary in the simplest possible style’. [‘Confessions’] </span><br />
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When Messrs Burns and Oates discovered the true authorship, they reacted in typical Christian fashion when confronted with anything contrary or revealing free-thinking idealism and sexual expression: they closed their eyes and put their fingers in their ears, shouting ‘Repent!’ And so the remaining copies of ‘Amphora’ which had received mixed reviews, were withdrawn. </span><br />
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‘Amphora’ is divided into four books, each containing thirteen hymns and beginning with this short prologue: ‘Mother and maiden! on the natural night / Embowered in bliss of roses red and white, / To Him with gold and frankincense and myrrh.’ ... ‘Those Pagans gazing on the Heavenly Host / Were blest of Father, Son and Holy Ghost; / And me, though I be as an heathen Mage, / Thou wilt accept in this my pious page.’ </span><br />
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Crowley later re-issued the book in 1912 under the title ‘Hail Mary’, and it is unlikely to appeal to anyone not interested in Crowley and his works. Nevertheless, there are moments of simple beauty in the hymns and granted, they do lack a certain ‘dark passion’ which can be found in other Crowley poems such as his ‘Hymn to Pan’, but ‘Amphora’ shows to what extent Crowley’s magnificent creative mind could be directed. Intriguing! </span><br />
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<strong>Not the Life and Adventures of Sir Roger Bloxam – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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Written in the old French-Spanish quarter of New Orleans by Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) between 1916 and 1917, ‘Not the Life and Adventures of Sir Roger Bloxam’ is a very curious little book indeed! It is an extremely inventive piece of writing composed by Crowley when he was staying near to the old ‘Absinthe House’ and for those without any background knowledge of Crowley’s life, especially his intimacy with Jerome Pollitt, it will seem rather unintelligible. It is in parts a humorous, though veiled account of Crowley’s youthful ‘adventures’ and sexual relations, which focuses on his great love: Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (1871-1942), whom he met at Trinity College, Cambridge as an undergraduate in the October term of 1897. The relationship was to last until the summer of 1898 because of differences in interests, much to the eternal regret of Crowley, who ended their passionate affair in favour of a spiritual life. Pollitt was a ‘female impersonator’ with beautiful golden hair who performed at the College’s ‘Footlights Dramatic Club’ (he was the club’s Vice President in 1894-5 and President from 1895-1897). The whole of the book is really a ‘paean to Pollitt, whom Crowley came to regard as the greatest love of his life. </span><br />
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Crowley says of the book on page 817 of his ‘Confessions’ that ‘I also began from the very depths of my spiritual misery a very strange book of an entirely new kind; so much so that I describe it as ‘’A Novelissim’’. Its title is Not the Life and Adventures of Sir Roger Bloxam. It remains unfinished to this day; in fact it is hardly theoretically possible to finish it, strictly speaking. I have indeed serious qualms as to whether I have not overstepped the limits of truth in saying that I began it. To be safe, I should be content to say I wrote a good deal of it.’ </span><br />
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During his time in New Orleans, Crowley was experimenting with morphine, cocaine and absinthe, which may explain the work’s disjointed effect upon the reader. The character of Sir Roger Bloxam is obviously Crowley and Pollitt is ‘Hippolytus’. ‘Porphyria Poppoea’ is Crowley’s anus; ‘Cardinal Mentula di Carraco’ is the great man’s penis and his testes are ‘Signor Coglio the Florentine’ and ‘Don Cojone of Logorno’, and so the book is not so much the ‘adventures’ of Sir Roger Bloxam but also the exploits of Crowley’s sexual organs. This book is a misunderstood and often overlooked masterpiece that is well worth studying! Delightful!
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<strong>The Star in the West: A Critical Essay upon the Works of Aleister Crowley – by J. F. C. Fuller.</strong> </span><br />
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The Star in the West was written by Captain (later Major-General) John Frederick Charles Fuller (1878-1966) who was born in Chichester, West Sussex, and it came to be written as an entry for a competition devised by the poet and occultist Aleister Crowley. The best entry would receive a winning prize of £100 and the competition was announced in the press of the time as ‘The Chance of the Year! The Chance of the Century!! The Chance of the Geologic Period!!!’ </span><br />
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Crowley was in Darjeeling when he received a letter from the young Captain Fuller of the First Oxfordshire Light Infantry, stationed at Lucknow, informing him of the Army officer’s wish to enter the competition. </span><br />
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In the spring of 1906, Fuller, who had fought in the South African War of 1899-1902, contracted enteric fever and was invalided home. During the summer, he met Crowley and his wife Rose at the Hotel Cecil in the Strand. By October of that year Fuller had finished his essay on Crowley’s poetic works which he began writing at Lucknow, titled ‘The Star in the West’ (Crowley, of course being the ‘Star’) and it was posted to Crowley at his Highland home, Boleskine, on the shore of Loch Ness. As there were no other entrants in the competition the essay won hands down and it was published the following year in 1907. Fuller never received the prize money, Crowley flaunted his wealth but behind the pretence of riches he was actually quite financially disadvantaged! Fuller being a gentleman he would probably not have mentioned such things as prize money. Besides, he was becoming enamoured of the man! </span><br />
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And so Fuller and Crowley became great friends, seeing each other most days to work on some writing or other. Fuller helped with the editing of the great magical periodical ‘The Equinox’, producing works such as ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’ (first four parts), ‘The Treasure House of Images’ (The Equinox, vol I, number iii, supplement) and ‘The Chymical Jousting of Brother Perardua with the Seven Lances that he brake’ (The Equinox, vol I, number i). He was also a very good draughtsman producing the marvellous images for the Four Watch Towers in The Equinox, vol I, number vii. </span><br />
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Fuller subscribed to the Rationalist Press Association which is probably how he came upon the advert for the competition. He had previously contributed a few poems and articles to The Agnostic Journal and he agreed with Crowley that Christianity was ‘historically false, morally infamous, politically contemptible and socially pestilential’ [Confessions. p.539] Fuller became the loyal devotee of Crowley’s poetry and his high praise and gushing adoration for him flows throughout The Star in the West: ‘’’Behold the Lion... hath prevailed to open the Book and to loose the seven seals thereof.’’ For until now ‘’No man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the Book, neither to look thereon.’’ Yet through the astrolabe of his mind and in the alembic of his heart Aleister Crowley has opened the book, breaking not only the first six seals, but the seventh also.’ [Preface to The Star in the West]. And again: </span><br />
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‘And I for one take it that the prophecy has now been fulfilled: Aleister Crowley is the artist Elias, the marvellous being whom God has permitted to make a discovery of the highest importance in his illuminative philosophy of Crowleyanity, in the dazzling and flashing light of which there is nothing concealed which shall not be discovered’. [‘Crowleyanity’ in The Star in the West]. Even so, Crowley was not altogether happy: </span><br />
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‘I could have wished a more critical and less adoring study of my work; but his enthusiasm was genuine, and guaranteed our personal relations in such sort that my friendship with him is one of the dearest memories of my life.’ [Confessions. p. 543] </span><br />
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‘He (Fuller) had originally intended his essay to conclude with the sixth chapter, and he had scrupulously avoided any reference to the magical and mystical side of my work; nay, even to the philosophical side so far as that was concerned with transcendentalism. But I showed him that the study must be incomplete unless he added a chapter expounding my views on the subjects. Thus chapter seven came to be written’. [Confessions. p. 540-41] </span><br />
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And so the seven chapters came into being, representing the Book of the Seven Seals and the chapters are named: I. The Looking-Glass, II. The Virgin, III. The Harlot, IV. The Mother, V. The Old Bottle, VI. The Cup and VII. The New Wine. Fuller also writes in great detail on the concept of ‘Crowleyanity’ and he looks at various philosophical points in connection with such great thinkers as: Berkeley, Hume, Kant, Fichte, Schelling and Hegel, and wonders at such cosmological and religious notions as Time, Space, The Qabalah, Buddhism, Agnosticism, Yoga, Mysticism and Ceremonial Magic. </span><br />
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However, their friendship began to disintegrate following the Jones v the Looking Glass libel trial which concluded on 27th April 1911, in which Crowley’s friend George Cecil Jones (1873-1960) sued the racing journal for claiming that his association with Crowley brought his own reputation into disrepute, Crowley being known as a publisher of pornographic literature and a suspect homosexual at a time when it was illegal (he was in fact bisexual). Jones lost the case and Fuller, not wishing to suffer the same humiliation and loss of reputation; cut his ties with Crowley and went on to became a brilliant military strategist, especially in tank warfare during the First World War. But for a short time Fuller really did believe that Crowley the poet was the new messiah of the Aeon of Horus – ‘It has taken 100,000,000 years to produce Aleister Crowley. The world has indeed laboured, and has at last brought forth a man.’
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<strong>The Simon Iff Stories and Other Works – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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Published by Wordsworth Editions in 2012, this wonderful little book and accompaniment to the previous ‘The Drug and Other Stories’ contains the complete ‘Simple Simon’ stories featuring the wildly eccentric mystic detective Simon Iff. Crowley conceived the character of the hugely intellectual and cultured Iff as an idealised image of himself in old-age. Throughout these fascinating and engrossing stories, the great mystic applies his knowledge of philosophy, Taoism, logic and the principles of Thelemic wisdom in the art of solving the various crimes, like chess problems, that come his way. Not being a true devotee of the detective/crime novel, I thought perhaps I would lose interest, but my interest was sustained and of course, Crowley’s brilliant yet often dark wit and humour are an absolute delight, such as this from the story ‘Not good enough’, page 100 in The Scrutinies of Simon Iff:
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‘But foie gras is meat.’ </span><br />
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‘The animal kingdom,’ said the mystic, ‘is distinguished, roughly speaking, from the vegetable, by the fact that animals have power to move freely in all directions. When therefore a goose is nailed to a board, as I understand is necessary to the production of foie gras, it becomes <em>ipso facto</em> a vegetable; as a strict vegetarian, I will therefore have some more.’ And he heaped his plate.’
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<span style="color: black;">The first six stories in ‘The Scrutinies of Simon Iff’ are set in England and France and features the marvellous ‘Hemlock Club’ to which Simon Iff is a member. The stories were published in a monthly periodical called ‘The International’ in New York, edited by George Sylvester Viereck; Crowley would become its contributing Editor from 1917-18, and thus in an act of self-promotion, added his own stories and magical essays within its pages. Crowley published the ‘Scrutinies’ under a pseudonym – Edward Kelly. The stories and their publication dates in The International are: ‘The Big Game’ (vol xi, 9. Sept 1917), ‘The Artistic Temperament’ (vol xi, 10. Oct 1917), ‘Outside the Bank’s Routine’ (vol xi, 11. Nov 1917), ‘The Conduct of John Briggs’ (vol xi, 12. Dec 1917), ‘Not Good Enough’ (vol xii, 1. Jan 1918) and ‘Ineligible’ (vol xii, 2. Feb 1918). Crowley says of the ‘Scrutinies’ and the Law of Thelema that: </span><br />
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‘The Scrutinies of Simon Iff are perfectly good detective stories, yet they not only show a master of the Law as competent to solve the subtlest problems by considerations based upon the Law, but the way in which crime and unhappiness of all sorts may be traced to a breach of the Law. I show that failure to comply with it involves an internal conflict. (Note that the fundamental principle of psychoanalysis is that neurosis is caused by failure to harmonize the elements of character). The essence of the Law is the establishment of right relations between any two things which come into contact; the essence of such relations being ‘’love under will’’. The only way to keep out of trouble is to understand and therefore to love every impression of which one becomes conscious.’ (Confessions. p 828) </span><br />
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The next collection of twelve stories is titled ‘Simon Iff in America’ and they were written, or at least ten of them were written, in December 1917. Crowley lived in America from 1914-1919 and it is a fascinating and magically productive period of his life. The stories are: 1) ‘What’s in a name?’ 2) ‘A sense of incongruity’. 3) ‘The ox and the wheel’. 4) ‘An old head on young shoulders’. 5) ‘The Pasquaney puzzle’. 6) ‘The monkey and the buzz-saw’. 7) ‘A dangerous safe trick’. 8) ‘The biter bit’. 9) ‘Nebuchadnazzer’. 10) ‘Suffer the little children’. 11) ‘Who gets the diamonds?’ 12) ‘The natural thing to do’. </span><br />
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In 1916, Crowley left New York for New Hampshire to stay at the home of his friend the astrologer Evangeline Adams, who owned a house she called ‘the Zodiac’ in the village of Hebron, near Pasquaney Lake (Newfound Lake). She had a small studio built near the house and Crowley stayed there from the summer to the autumn of 1916 and called it ‘Adam’s Cottage’ in his correspondence.
Many of the stories have biographical details drawing upon descriptions of his friends and lovers which are ‘golden nuggets’ to the Crowley enthusiast. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The next collection, written around 1918, is titled ‘Simon Iff Abroad’ and the three surviving stories from the original four are: ‘Desert justice’; ‘In the swamp’ and ‘The haunted sea Captain’. </span><br />
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The following two stories, also from 1918, come under the title ‘Simon Iff, Psychoanalyst’: ‘Psychic compensation’ and ‘Sterilised Stephen’. </span><br />
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The character of Simon Iff appeared in Crowley’s first novel ‘The Butterfly-Net’ written in 1917 and published as ‘Moonchild’ by Mandrake Press in 1929. </span><br />
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As a departure from the ‘mystic detective’ series are a collection of eight stories which were mostly published in The International, called ‘Golden Twigs’. These stories of pagan belief were inspired by Sir J. G. Frazer’s ‘The Golden Bough: A Study in Comparative Religion’. The stories and their publication dates are: ‘The king of the wood’ (written 30 Aug 1916. Published in The International under the pseudonym Mark Wells. Vol xii, 4. April 1918). ‘The stone of Cybele’ (written 6-7 Aug 1916. Published in The Equinox, vol iii, 10. 1986). ‘The Oracle of the Corcian Cave’ (written 3-4 Sept 1916. Published in ‘Golden Twigs’ ed. Martin P Starr. 1988). ‘The burning of Melcarth’ (written 2 Sept 1916. Published in The International under the pseudonym Mark Wells. Vol xi, 10. Oct 1917). ‘The hearth’ (written 13-14 Sept 1916. Published in The International under the pseudonym Mark Wells. Vol xi, 11. Nov 1917). ‘The old man of the Peepul-Tree’ (written 10-11 Sept 1916. Published in The International under the pseudonym James Grahame. Vol xii, 4. April 1918). ‘The Mass of Saint Secaire’ (written 31 Aug-1 Sept 1916. Published in The International under the pseudonym Barbery de Rochechouart [author] and Mark Wells [translator]. Vol xii, 2. Feb 1918). ‘The God of Ibreez’ (written 8-9 Sept 1916. Published in The International under the pseudonym Mark Wells. Vol xii, 1. Jan 1918). </span><br />
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With an Introduction by William Breeze and 560 pages including notes and sources, ‘The Simon Iff Stories and Other Works’ is an indispensible addition to any collection! Inspiring and definitely intriguing!</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">PEGAMINA</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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PART SEVEN
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THE REMARKABLE NONSENSE BIRD
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The sunlight fell through the trees like a beautiful river of golden beams as Pegamina awoke, and she could see through a clearing in the woods the distant shapes of the landscape, all grey and green and sad and lonely. She thought to herself how haunted it all seems, not in the frightening way, but in a strange and romantic sort of way that one often finds in dreams; where everything is so ancient and so full of sorrow. It seemed to go deep into her heart as she stood there at the edge of the wood, looking at the rolling fields and ruinous woodland before her.
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<span style="color: black;">While she was deep in these thoughts, she noticed a small bright object on top of a hill, not too far away, but she was unable to see quite what it was. After walking for some time, the light on the hill became brighter and brighter. ‘I wonder what it is?’ she thought to herself. Climbing up the hill she could suddenly see what the bright object was, for there, at the very top of the hill, was a small ball of fire, and it seemed very unhappy!
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<span style="color: black;">‘Who are you and why are you so sad?’ inquired Pegamina of the bright object.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m a star and I’m sad because I fell from the sky!’ it replied.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That was very careless of you, wasn’t it?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I know! I’m not a very bright star, in fact, I’m rather dim and clumsy; I’m always bumping into things!’ the star said in some distress.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Silly little star. How I wonder what you are!’ laughed Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Please don’t make fun of me, it hurts and when I’m hurt I lose a little of my twinkle!’ And the star sobbed.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Is there no way for you to return to where you came from?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’ve thought ever so hard about it, so hard that my light has grown dim, and now I don’t know what to do!’ said the poor star with tears in its eyes.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t cry star. I will help you, I promise’. And with this the star stopped crying and said ‘you’re very kind, but I don’t know what anyone can do for me!’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina sat beside the star and thought a very long time over the problem. And every so often, the star would look to Pegamina, as if expecting some answer, but no answer would come. Pegamina felt sad for the star and all she could say was ‘it is so very far away, isn’t it?’
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<span style="color: black;">As the shadows lengthened and day was slowly turning into night, they were both startled to hear the sound of singing coming from the woods: </span><br />
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‘Have you ever seen such a marvellous fowl?
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<span style="color: black;">Have you ever heard such a fearsome growl?
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<span style="color: black;">Grrr! Grrr! Grrr! Grrr!
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<span style="color: black;">The greatest phenomena in feather and fur!
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<span style="color: black;">From the tip of my nose to the ring on my toe,
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<span style="color: black;">Talking nonsense wherever I go, don’t you know!’
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Now, this odd-looking creature that had been singing was now walking backwards at a fantastic speed up the hill like a steam engine, towards Pegamina and the star. Not noticing the little star, the backwards-walking creature sat upon the poor star’s face and began to read its book!
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<span style="color: black;">‘I think you’re on my face!’ said the timid little star.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Your face?’ replied the odd-looking creature.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, my face’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh excuse me I thought it was someone else’s face!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I can assure you it is my face!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘My apologies!’ and the strange backward-walking creature stood up only to sit back down with greater force upon the star!
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<span style="color: black;">‘Do you mind!’ said the star through its flattened mouth.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh, was that your face again? I thought it was a bit warm!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Still my face!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then may I suggest that you remove it from my posterior at once sir, at once... my posterior, sir’ said the strange creature, pointing to its tail. ‘Your face, sir’ it said, pointing to the star. ‘Worlds apart, sir, worlds apart!’ It boomed, expressing the distance with its hands before returning to its book.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I think you’re very rude! Who do you think you are?’ said Pegamina quite defiantly. And the creature stood up, releasing the star, and said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I am the remarkable nonsense bird. I have five legs, count them: one, two, three, four and five; and look, one toe. How do I know? Look again!’ and the bird raised one of its five legs to reveal a beautiful toe that was wearing a ring of gold with a sparkling emerald set into it.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s a beautiful ring!’ said Pegamina, admiring it.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ah yes, but look at the toe, look at the toe; isn’t it the finest toe you have ever seen?’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina never answered, for as far as toes go, one looks much like another. And so the nonsense bird sat next to the star and returned to its book.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What is the book about?’ Pegamina asked, feeling a little awkward.
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<span style="color: black;">‘It’s about half-way through!’ answered the nonsense bird.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But there are no words in it!’ said the little star, feeling brave.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s because it has nothing to say!’ then the nonsense bird began to sing:
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‘I will not reverse into a world
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<span style="color: black;">That is not prepared for me;
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<span style="color: black;">I go backwards to see where I have been
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<span style="color: black;">Don’t you see, don’t you see, don’t you see!’
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‘I think you’re very noisy for such a small thing’ said Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Nonsense! Don’t you know that noise is silence, only louder!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What silly things you say!’ Peg said wearily.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, but I can see in your eyes that you are head over toe in love with me. Oh say you’ll be mine and toe-gether in good and fowl weather, we’ll go to gather wild bluebells and heather, with sweet hand in fine feather, for ever and ever...’
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<span style="color: black;">‘No never! No never!’ screamed Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Never? What never?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Never! No never!’ </span><span style="color: black;">And the nonsense bird swooned:
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<span style="color: black;">‘O heartless beauty, I die before you. My bruised heart crushed with a careless word; has not a nonsense bird feeling? Has he not two eyes, five legs and a toe? Ohhh, ohhh I am a broken-hearted bird, broken by a careless word! I offered her my love and the use of my toe, to hang pretty things on and still she said “no”. And in time, many will come to this hill and stare at where the remarkable nonsense bird gave his life for a beautiful girl who did not care to be the remarkable nonsense bird’s remarkable nonsense wife!’ And the nonsense bird fell, as if dead, to the ground in one of the greatest and longest performances ever seen in theatrical history, crying ‘I wash my hands of love!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Birds don’t have hands!’ Pegamina said to the pitiful sight of feathers and tears lying on the ground before her, to which the nonsense bird sprang to his feet and said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, some handsome birds have some hands and some gruesome birds have yet to grow some!’</span><br />
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Pegamina looked at the nonsense bird and began to feel sorry for it. After all, it can’t help talking complete nonsense, it’s what it does. So Pegamina apologised for hurting its feelings and the nonsense bird said sorry to the star for sitting on its face.
Now, surely between the three of them they would find some solution for returning the star to its proper place. And so Pegamina explained the star’s distressful situation to the nonsense bird.
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<span style="color: black;">‘How very perplexing, said the nonsense bird, walking backwards in a circle, ‘and how fortunate for you that I should happen to come this way! Now, I shall have to apply all my scientific knowledge to the problem, of course.’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh of course’ Peg said, letting the nonsense bird feel very important indeed.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Let us take the astronomical point of view. Now, our sad, spherical friend here, who has not the sufficient propulsion, nor I might add, the intelligence to return to his celestial orbit, wishes to do so, correct?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Correct!’ answered the star and Pegamina together.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Now, if we apply the laws of physics, we can see that his mass is greater than gravity, and there is no way of changing his weight or his dimension for that matter, agreed?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Agreed!’ answered Pegamina and the star.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then let us take the mathematical stance. Logic tells us that by taking the locomotive radius and multiplying it, thus creating an arc of forty-five degrees, one is able, theoretically, of course, to predict the positive energy one needs to propel such an object into motion; and by subtracting the combined mass and adding the total to the molecular structure of the body, in its inert state, of course, the negative will, I calculate, be transformed into a positive flux and thus resolve itself in flight. Of course, one has to divide the horizontal factor by the vertical, that’s very important!’ And here the nonsense bird drew a line in the ground with its toe to demonstrate his theory.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s all very clever and we are not all blessed with your intelligence so could you make it a little clearer so that we can understand?’ asked Peg, a little bemused.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Well, to put it another way – upwards!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Are you saying that it is possible?’ said the star with a faint smile.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, it’s all a question of advanced mechanics and aeronautics. But let us not forget that it’s also necessary that the wind should be favourable and blowing in the right direction!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘And how will we know when we have the right direction?’ Peg said with a yawn.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Simple! I stick my toe in the air, thus!’ and the nonsense bird raised one of its five legs a wiggled his toe in the air.
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<span style="color: black;">‘It all seems very scientific; couldn’t you make it a little easier to understand?’ Peg said again.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Haven’t you heard anything I’ve said?’ the nonsense bird squawked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, but we don’t have your great learning, do we star?’ and the star giggled.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Well, to put it in simpler terms: what comes down, must inevitably, go up!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘How?’ cried the star.
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<span style="color: black;">‘How?’ yelled Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Simple!’ replied the nonsense bird, ‘the star will climb upon my back and I will fly into the air!’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina clasped her hands and jumped into the air several times, shouting ‘nonsense bird, what a marvellous bird! Have you heard, have you heard of the nonsense bird? From the tip of his nose to the ring on his toe, talking nonsense wherever he goes, don’t you know!’ And the nonsense bird blushed and smiled at Pegamina as the star climbed upon his back with the biggest grin you ever did see!
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<span style="color: black;">‘Hold on tight, star!’ shouted Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I will, and thank you so much! Remember, whenever you look up into the night sky and see my twinkle, you must know in your heart I am twinkling for you and you only!’
Pegamina flung her arms around the star and the nonsense bird and wished them a safe journey, and before she knew it they were both in the air. The star smiled at her as he became brighter and brighter and higher and higher they flew. And the nonsense bird turned his head towards Pegamina and shouted: </span><br />
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‘Look at the toe! Look at the toe! Look at the...’ and they were both gone.</span><br />
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GOBLIN AND GARGOYL – AN INTERLUDE
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Deep in the forest of whispering oaks, by the shores of the Loveless Lake, stood an old monastery in which dwelt a very ancient order of monks whose labours were solely dedicated to the pursuit of love, for this was their God; the one true ideal of their worship. The devotion to which the monks gave to their God was more than just a divine belief in something which may or may not be. In fact, so intense was their devotion that sleep had been forbidden to them on account that it interferes with their holy obligations. And so many of the monks died before they reached adulthood, thus sustaining their pure and innocent beauty into the afterlife! But a short life was a little price to pay in the service of their supreme Lord of all things – Love.
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<span style="color: black;">That it was an industrious order there is no doubt, for every day began with a reading of the divine scriptures and a little time was given to artistic pursuits, which were wholly encouraged in the monastery, for art is a labour of love and the creation of beautiful things was seen as the purest manifestation in which love was present; for let us not forget that here, the artistic soul of man was born! In the evenings, the monks attended mass where beautiful songs are sung in praise of love, and where each monk partakes of the sacrament: a rose petal with a single teardrop upon it, to symbolise the pleasure and the pain of love. Then the mass ends with the raising of the bronze cup of love, and with the words of Our Love’s Prayer spoken aloud:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Love, be thy word
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<span style="color: black;">In sorrow, pity and regret,
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<span style="color: black;">For now, tomorrow and always –
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<span style="color: black;">Praise the Holy name of Love!’
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After a light meal the night is spent in individual contemplation, endlessly turning the pages of long forgotten books in their search to discover the lost language of love, and to find long forgotten answers to questions they cannot forget, such as: what is love? Who is love? Why is love? Where is love? And when is love?
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<span style="color: black;">Because the monastery is a closed order the monks are strictly confined within its walls, having nothing whatsoever to do with the nearby villages of Woe and Despair, who think the monks a little sinister in their mysterious ways. It was a grand and ornate monster of a building, surrounded on three sides by woodland, with its remaining side bordering the chilly waters of the Loveless Lake, which sweeps right across to the edge of Despair. The walls of the monastery were taller than the oak trees beyond them and legend says that they were built by one man who lay down and died, having completed the task. Turrets and towers rise above the rooftops of the monastery, displaying fine examples of stone carvings. On one particular tower can be seen the carved figures of a goblin and a gargoyle, that seem to be more functional, in a peculiar sort of way, than decorative, for they were placed so high upon the tower to ward off all hateful thoughts emanating from those who do not believe in love. But it was purely superstition on behalf of the monks.
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<span style="color: black;">Each night, the stone goblin and the stone gargoyle would talk by the light of the moon, for as we all know, goblins and gargoyles know nothing of sleep.
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<span style="color: black;">‘How the moon becomes you, proud Goblin’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Gargoyle, may I remind you that pride is an ugly word, especially in your mouth, and I will not be associated with ugliness!’ said the goblin.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I just meant how noble you look beside the moon, my dear Goblin’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then that is well, for what mere moon could contain such magnificence as you or I? It is a perfect fright to behold when placed so carelessly beside such handsome fellows as ourselves’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘We are beautiful in our gruesomeness, aren’t we Goblin?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Indeed we are, for I believe there is not one soul who can say they have gazed upon our astonishing, and may I say distinguished features and not wept with admiration, when we are met by moonlight’.</span><br />
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‘Then you don’t believe it is the moon that draws tears of admiration?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Of course not Gargoyle, if it were so, then why would those vulgar children from the village throw stones at it and shout ‘’monster!’’?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But they always miss and hit you Goblin’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ahh, the price one pays for beauty. It is a cruel game that nature plays Gargoyle, to place our beauty before the moon, to shield it from those less fair than ourselves’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then you don’t believe, perhaps, that our beauty is a little misunderstood, and for some strange reason, those stones are not meant for the moon, but for us?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ahh, I see you have a heart of stone, dear Gargoyle, a heart of stone...’
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<span style="color: black;">It was a long time before another word was said, as both the goblin and the gargoyle were so pre-occupied with their own importance, that each forgot about the others existence. Eventually, the silence was broken by the gargoyle:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Goblin, what is love?’
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<span style="color: black;">And the goblin replied with genuine surprise –
‘Such a big question in so little words Gargoyle’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But can it be answered Goblin?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘You know, everything has an answer Gargoyle, no matter how complex the question’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then can you answer my question dear Goblin?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I can try Gargoyle, I can certainly try. Let me give you my own theories on love. But there is no one view on the subject, for its character is so perplexing. You have seen for yourself how the monks strive towards this same answer’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I have seen Goblin, yet I have not seen, for they get no closer to knowing for all their words, books and art’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘And they will get no closer than you nor I, for love cannot be summoned by a cup, and it cannot be found within the pages of a book, for its name is sorrow and it dwells in the heart. You see, love has many ways and it strikes without warning, or so I have heard, and can depart just as quickly as it strikes’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then it is not eternal like the stars and the moon our poets have written about?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘It lasts but a short breath, and comes in many names, with only one true purpose – to destroy; weaving its charms into the heart only to suck the pitiful heart dry’.<span style="color: black;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">'But</span> does it not bring with it happiness? I was led to believe that love is joyful, is it not so Goblin?’</span><br />
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‘It is true that love is beyond all riches, I’m sure, for it cannot be bought or sold’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then love has no value?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘On the contrary dear Gargoyle, for the price of love is a broken heart’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I should rather an unbroken heart than a broken one, I think. But tell me, why do so many willingly fall into its arms if it causes so much pain?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Because love cannot speak and the awfulness of love, with all its pain, gives those who practice it, the false hope that life is beautiful, and that their existence really does mean something to someone, which of course, it doesn’t. For no matter how deeply one loves, one still cannot become two! We are all as stars in a lonely universe, pretending there is more... but why are your thoughts turned to love, dear Gargoyle?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I have entertained no other thought, dear Goblin’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then let it be said that love is a bad lot of mischief and in surrendering to its ways a whole heap of despair will follow. For the fact is, love is a delusion, it makes one blind to the truth. Oh initially there is much to be said for it, of course, but nothing is as it appears when one is a victim of love’s arrows’. And here the goblin looked at the gargoyle and they both laughed.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes’, said the gargoyle, ‘I think I understand a little now, you say love makes one blind to the truth, I think it must be so also, for is it not true, that love makes those who are its slaves, want to give themselves completely and wholly to the object of their love in return for another love and devotion, only to find that it’s not worth having?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘You astound me dear Goblin in your lucid wisdom, you are indeed an intellectual sir, and I quite agree. It is better to remain ignorant of such things, than to be a fool under the spell of love’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, indeed’ said gargoyle, ‘it’s better for all who are concerned to live a lie than to die a hopeless liar, for they little know how they tear themselves to pieces’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Never said a truer word dear Gargoyle, for I myself find the cold waters of the lake below more inviting than the warm arms of love, for the result is just the same: death!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Exactly dear Goblin, for death conquers all in the end. And don’t you remember those many long winters ago, how we watched that poor boy build himself a snow maiden in the woods, and how he returned every day to sit with her. I don’t think we had ever seen such devotion before had we Goblin?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘No never, it was astonishing’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But how sad it was when he returned one day to find that she had gone, and oh how he searched the woods for her’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Love is cruel Gargoyle’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Indeed it is. And do you remember how the boy returned in the summer and fell in love with the little bluebell at the edge of the wood, and how every day he came and watered it with his tears?’</span><br />
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‘Ahh, how dearly he loved his little bluebell and oh how he cried when he returned to find she had gone. I had never seen so many tears Gargoyle’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘And I had never seen such a fragile heart broken in two like that before’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘How love ruins the pure and gentle in all of us is truly a crime dear Gargoyle, truly a crime...’
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<span style="color: black;">Just then, the monks began to appear below for their midnight praise to the nature of love.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Here they come again’, said the gargoyle.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What fools they are!’ said the goblin.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number 6. Autumn Equinox An CIX ☉ in 0° Libra, ☽ in 24° Virgo. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 23rd September 2014 e.v.</span></div>
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'Draw into naught </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">All life, death, hatred, love:
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<span style="color: black;">All self concentred in the sole desire - </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Hear thou the Voice of Fire!' </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number 6 of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to Julian Levett Baker
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<span style="color: black;">CONTENTS </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Julian Levett Baker</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber A'ASH</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Romance of Olivia Vane</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber XXXVI The Star Sapphire</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Veil of Eden</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Chokmah Days - A Summary</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A Bear in the Orchard</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Death's Song to Humanity</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Alys in Cumberland</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Pegamina part six</span></div>
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[Professor Harrington. The Night of the Demon. 1957]
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The sun beat down as I arrived at Foyers and walked down to the famous Falls. Bulbous ‘fairy-tale’ mushrooms lay in squat bunches and in singular displays along the birch and heather route from the Upper to the Lower Falls. On past the Foyers Bay Hotel as the energies of the Aeon of Horus intensify with every step and every gentle breeze whispers ‘it’s in the trees’ as you ascend through woodland to the Foyers Lodge and to General Wade’s Military Road (B852).
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<span style="color: black;">Walking along the road it isn’t long until the old burial ground comes into view on the left side of the road (loch-side from Foyers). Opposite of course, is Boleskine House but little of the house can be seen from the road. I ventured into the burial ground which seemed quite innocuous in the daylight and I noticed that upon the wooden window frame of the old stone grave-watchers hut, someone had scrawled ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law’. And I stood there and thought as I gazed towards the house:
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It was here – on Monday 31st January 1887 that the great granddaughter of the Right Honourable Simon, eleventh Lord Lovat (of the 45’s), Mrs Janetta Fraser Macpherson Fraser died in the house.
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – on Tuesday 29th November 1898 that Katherine Burton, nee Innes died in the house aged seventy-one, eldest daughter of Cosmo Innes and widow of the political economist John Hill Burton.</span><br />
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It was here – in August 1899 that Aleister Crowley first saw the house and decided that it would be a perfect location to perform the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage.
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – on Saturday 24th February 1900 that Aleister Crowley made his preparations for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin.
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – on Thursday 28th July 1904 that a daughter named Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith was born to Rose and Aleister Crowley.
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – on Thursday 27th April 1905 that the physician, photographer and climber Doctor Jules Jacot-Guillarmod (1868-1925) visited Crowley.
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – two days later on Saturday 29th April 1905 that Crowley, Doctor Jacot-Guillarmod and Crowley’s piper and ghillie, Hugh Gillies entertained the Doctor with the great haggis hunt hoax.
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – on Monday 28th July 1909 that Crowley re-discovered the ‘lost manuscript’ of Liber Legis.</span><br />
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It was here – on Tuesday 8th November 1960 that the retired Army Major Edward Errick Grant shot himself in the bedroom of the house. He was fifty-one years old. And
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<span style="color: black;">It was here – in 1971, that Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page, the new owner of the house, installed his childhood friend Malcolm Dent (1944-2011) at the house to help with repairs and renovation...
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<span style="color: black;">In fact, the history of the house and the area goes on and on...
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To those of us who have more than a passing interest in Aleister Crowley and magick/Thelema, depending on your views, the house and the area around it are sacred and visiting the site is nothing short of a pilgrimage. Tomorrow (18th September) Scotland decides in the referendum whether to be an independent country<span style="color: black;">, or indeed she may vote against it.</span> Whichever way she votes, let us not let politics invade upon our spiritual endeavours. Scotland is one of the most beautiful countries in the world and it is easy to see why Crowley so dearly loved it here in the Highlands. So let us respect Boleskine and its surroundings; let us embrace the ‘midge’ and wholeheartedly love the ‘tick’, for it may be the dawn of a new Scotland, afterall, stranger things have happened, who’d have thought the wonderful Kate Bush would be seen again in public in our lifetime with her fantastic performances recently. All in all, it leaves me with no doubt that there is still hope of seeing <span style="color: black;">the mysterious</span> Nessie, some day! Something definitely must be ‘in the trees’.
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Boleskine burial ground.
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<span style="color: black;">4 pm. Wednesday 17th September 2014.
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P.S.
Scotland did indeed vote ‘no’ to devolution and pictures from my Foyers trip will appear in the next edition of the Voice of Fire.
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</span><span style="color: black;">The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc).
Please send all submissions to the editor at <span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">barryvanasten418@hotmail.com</span></span><br />
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Monday 24th February 1873: Julian Levett Baker born in Camberwell. His father is George Nathaniel Levett Baker, a banker’s clerk, born 1843, Newington, Surrey [died 1922 at 16 Slaithwaite Road, Lewisham] and his mother is Bessie Helen Baker nee Buckman, born 1845, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire [died 1932, Lewisham]. George and Bessie were married in Cheltenham in the summer of 1871 and following Julian’s birth, they had two more children: Ethel Melinda Baker, born 1874 in Camberwell [Ethel married George Cecil Jones] and Muriel Albinia Baker, born 1876 also in Camberwell [Muriel remained unmarried and died in1955]
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<span style="color: black;">During the 1881 census for England and Wales the family was living at 15 Windsor Road, Camberwell.
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<span style="color: black;">Easter 1888: Julian contracts scarlet fever and does not return to the City of London School. Julian’s father arranged for him to have academic coaching and Julian passes the entrance exam to Finsbury Technical College where he studied chemistry for three years.
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<span style="color: black;">In 1891 the Baker’s are living at 57 Hendham Road, Wandsworth. Also in 1891 Julian became assistant chemist (later chief chemist) to the London Beetroot Sugar Association under Arthur Robert Ling (1861-1937) the future professor of brewing at Birmingham with whom he collaborated.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th June 1894: Julian becomes a member of the Golden Dawn at the Isis Urania Temple taking the magical motto Frater Causa Scientiae [for the sake of knowledge]
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 18th March 1896: Julian becomes a member of the Golden Dawn’s Second Order taking the magical motto Frater D A.
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<span style="color: black;">August 1898: Julian Baker meets Aleister Crowley in Zermatt, Switzerland, below the Matterhorn in a beer hall where Crowley is discussing alchemy. Baker introduces himself and they talk as they walk back to their hotel. Crowley wondered if Baker was the ‘master’ he had been seeking and decided to ask him the following morning. But early the next day Baker had left the hotel and Crowley telegraphed and searched the local hotels and the train stations for him. Crowley says he went up the Gornergrat, an Alpine ridge south of Zermatt and not seeing Baker there must have just missed him as Baker was walking down the mountain valley to Brig. Crowley pursued his ‘master’ and eventually caught up with him ten miles below Zermatt and he asks Baker if he is the ‘master’. Baker smiled and said ‘no’ but agreed that when they get back to London he would introduce Crowley to a man who is ‘much more of a magician than I am’. </span></div>
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September 1898: Crowley is staying at the Hotel Cecil in London and most definitely corresponding with Baker.
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<span style="color: black;">October 1898: Baker introduces Crowley to George Cecil Jones (1873-1960). Baker and Jones teach Crowley the technique of astral projection and in two months Crowley undertook 18 such visions which he part includes in The Equinox, volume I, number II.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 18th November 1898: Crowley becomes a member of the Golden Dawn.
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<span style="color: black;">December 1898: Crowley dedicates his ‘Songs of the Spirit’ to Julian Levett Baker.
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<span style="color: black;">April 1899: Baker becomes a Fellow of the Society of Public Analysts. He is also made a fellow of Imperial College (FIC) and a Fellow of the Chemical Society (FCS).
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<span style="color: black;">1900: Julian became the first chemist to be appointed to the London Brewery [The Stag Brewery at Pimlico, operated by Watney, Comb, Reid and Co Ltd]. He remained there until he retired in 1946 [in 1947 Watney, Comb, Reid and Co Ltd were bought by Crowley & Co]
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 3rd April 1900: Crowley is in London and he talks to Julian about concerns within the Golden Dawn and Julian replies that he is sick of the politics in the order.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 24th May 1900: Crowley and Baker talk at a Holborn Restaurant concerning what was written about Elaine Simpson and Baker calms Crowley who is eager for court action.
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<span style="color: black;">Summer 1901: In Islington, Julian marries Eveleen Daniels, born 1877 in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of H A Daniels of Fermoy, County Cork. Eveleen died in 1945. </span></div>
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1904: Julian and Eveleen’s first child is born named Sheila Baker, in Chiswick, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1905: Baker became Honorary Secretary (of the London section) of the Society of Chemical Industry. Also in 1905 Baker published his book The Brewing Industry.
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<span style="color: black;">1907: A son is born to Julian and Eveleen whom they name Patrick Aeroux Julian Baker, in Staines, Middlesex. [He married Helen Gardner in 1940]
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<span style="color: black;">1907-1920: Baker is made Editor of The Analyst.
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<span style="color: black;">1908-1911: Julian becomes an examiner for the City and Guilds London Institute.
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<span style="color: black;">1908-1918: Being a founder member, Baker is appointed Honorary Secretary of the Institute of Brewing.
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<span style="color: black;">1909: Julian’s article on ‘Malt and malt liquors’ is given a chapter in ‘Allan’s Commercial Organic Analysis’.
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<span style="color: black;">During the 1911 census Julian, an ‘analytical and consulting chemist’, Eveleen and their children are living at a house called Stainsesbury Holt, Kingston Road, Staines, Middlesex. Also in 1911, Julian’s article on ‘Fermentation’ appears in the Encyclopaedia Britannica.
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<span style="color: black;">1913: Another son is born to Julian and Eveleen named Desmond H Baker, in Staines, Middlesex.
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<span style="color: black;">1918-1958: Baker is appointed Vice President of the Institute of Brewing.
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<span style="color: black;">1920-1949: Baker is made Editor of the Journal of the Institute of Brewing.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 6th November 1924: Julian delivered the Streatfield Memorial Lecture at Finsbury Technical College, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1928-1931: Julian becomes an examiner at the University of Birmingham.
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<span style="color: black;">1944: Julian became elected to the City and Guilds of London Institute.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 15th May 1945: Death of Julian’s wife Eveleen. She is buried at Cookham Parish Cemetery.</span></div>
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1948: Julian, aged 75, marries 72 year old Catherine Lucy Paul. She was born Catherine Lucy Pearson in Clifton, Gloucestershire in 1876. The daughter of a civil engineer, she married Arthur Clifford Saint Paul in 1904 in Bristol. Arthur had worked for Bristol City Council’s finance department until his death in 1924. Julian and Catherine Lucy Baker lived in Dial Cottage. Also in 1948 Julian received the Horace Brown Medal, the highest award from the Institute of Brewing.</span></div>
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1956: Catherine Lucy Baker died.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 29th January 1958: Death of Julian Levett Baker at Maidenhead Hospital, Berkshire. He is buried with his first wife Eveleen at Cookham Parish Cemetery.
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VEL CAPRICORNI PNEUMATICI </span></div>
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1. Gnarled Oak of God! In thy branches is the lightning nested! Above thee hangs the Eyeless Hawk.
2. Thou art blasted and black! Supremely solitary in that heath of scrub. </span><br />
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3. Up! The Ruddy clouds hang over thee! It is the storm. </span><br />
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4. There is a flaming gash in the sky. </span><br />
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5. Up. </span><br />
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6. Thou art tossed about in the grip of the storm for an æon and an æon and an æon. But thou givest not thy sap; thou fallest not. </span><br />
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7. Only in the end shalt thou give up thy sap when the great God F.I.A.T. is enthroned on the day of Be-With-Us. </span><br />
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8. For two things are done and a third thing is begun. Isis and Osiris are given over to incest and adultery. Horus leaps up thrice armed from the womb of his mother. Harpocrates his twin is hidden within him. Set is his holy covenant, that he shall display in the great day of M.A.A.T., that is being interpreted the Master of the Temple of A∴ A∴, whose name is Truth. </span><br />
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9. Now in this is the magical power known. </span><br />
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10. It is like the oak that hardens itself and bears up against the storm. It is weather-beaten and scarred and confident like a sea-captain. </span><br />
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11. Also it straineth like a hound in the leash. </span><br />
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12. It hath pride and great subtlety. Yea, and glee also! </span><br />
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13. Let the Magus act thus in his conjuration. </span><br />
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14. Let him sit and conjure; let him draw himself together in that forcefulness; let him rise next swollen and straining; let him dash back the hood from his head and fix his basilisk eye upon the sigil of the demon. Then let him sway the force of him to and fro like a satyr in silence, until the Word burst from his throat. </span><br />
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15. Then let him not fall exhausted, although the might have been ten thousandfold the human; but that which floodeth him is the infinite mercy of the Genitor-Genitrix of the Universe, whereof he is the Vessel. </span><br />
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16. Nor do thou deceive thyself. It is easy to tell the live force from the dead matter. It is no easier to tell the live snake from the dead snake. </span><br />
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17. Also concerning vows. Be obstinate, and be not obstinate. Understand that the yielding of the Yoni is one with the lengthening of the Lingam. Thou art both these; and thy vow is but the rustling of the wind on Mount Meru. </span><br />
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18. Now shalt thou adore me who am the Eye and the Tooth, the Goat of the Spirit, the Lord of Creation. I am the Eye in the Triangle, the Silver Star that ye adore.
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<span style="color: black;">19. I am Baphomet, that is the Eightfold Word that shall be equilibrated with the Three. </span><br />
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20. There is no act or passion that shall not be an hymn in mine honour. </span><br />
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21. All holy things and all symbolic things shall be my sacraments. </span><br />
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22. These animals are sacred unto me; the goat, and the duck, and the ass, and the gazelle, the man, the woman and the child. </span><br />
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23. All corpses are sacred unto me; they shall not be touched save in mine eucharist. All lonely places are sacred unto me; where one man gathereth himself together in my name, there will I leap forth in the midst of him. </span><br />
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24. I am the hideous god, and who mastereth me is uglier than I. </span><br />
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25. Yet I give more than Bacchus and Apollo; my gifts exceed the olive and the horse. </span><br />
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26. Who worshippeth me must worship me with many rites. </span><br />
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27. I am concealed with all concealments; when the Most Holy Ancient One is stripped and driven through the marketplace, I am still secret and apart. </span><br />
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28. Whom I love I chastise with many rods. </span><br />
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29. All things are sacred to me; no thing is sacred from me. </span><br />
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30. For there is no holiness where I am not. </span><br />
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31. Fear not when I fall in the fury of the storm; for mine acorns are blown afar by the wind; and verily I shall rise again, and my children about me, so that we shall uplift our forest in Eternity. </span><br />
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32. Eternity is the storm that covereth me. </span><br />
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33. I am Existence, the Existence that existeth not save through its own Existence, that is beyond the Existence of Existences, and rooted deeper than the No-Thing-Tree in the Land of No-Thing. </span><br />
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34. Now therefore thou knowest when I am within thee, when my hood is spread over thy skull, when my might is more than the penned Indus, and resistless as the Giant Glacier. </span><br />
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35. For as thou art before a lewd woman in Thy nakedness in the bazaar, sucked up by her slyness and smiles, so art thou wholly and no more in part before the symbol of the beloved, though it be but a Pisacha or a Yantra or a Deva. </span><br />
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36. And in all shalt thou create the Infinite Bliss and the next link of the Infinite Chain. </span><br />
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37. This chain reaches from Eternity to Eternity, ever in triangles—is not my symbol a triangle?—ever in circles—is not the symbol of the Beloved a circle? Therein is all progress base illusion, for every circle is alike and every triangle alike! </span><br />
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38. But the progress is progress, and progress is rapture, constant, dazzling, showers of light, waves of dew, flames of the hair of the Great Goddess, flowers of the roses that are about her neck, Amen! </span><br />
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39. Therefore lift up thyself as I am lifted up. Hold thyself in as I am master to accomplish. At the end, be the end far distant as the stars that lie in the navel of Nuit, do thou slay thyself as I at the end am slain, in the death that is life, in the peace that is mother of war, in the darkness that holds light in his hand as an harlot that plucks a jewel from her nostrils.
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<span style="color: black;">40. So therefore the beginning is delight, and the End is delight, and delight is in the midst, even as the Indus is water in the cavern of the glacier, and water among the greater hills and the lesser hills and through the ramparts of the hills and through the plains, and water at the mouth thereof when it leaps forth into the mighty sea, yea, into the mighty sea.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE ROMANCE OF OLIVIA VANE</span>
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<span style="color: black;">by VICTOR NEUBURG
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To “OLIVIA VANE”
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<span style="color: black;">AND HER OTHER LOVER
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Paris, March 1909
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<em>Iam veniet virgo, jam dicetur Hymnenaeus.</em>
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<span style="color: black;">CATULLUS.
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Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
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<span style="color: black;">To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
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<span style="color: black;">While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
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<span style="color: black;">In such an ecstasy!
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<span style="color: black;">Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain –
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<span style="color: black;">KEATS.</span></div>
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I
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When first the golden trumpets came
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<span style="color: black;">To set my soul in fire and flame,
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<span style="color: black;">I lay unheeding, blind and dumb,
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<span style="color: black;">Ere ever wizard Night was come.
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But, in the gloaming, light flashed by,
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<span style="color: black;">And cast me on the burning sky;
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<span style="color: black;">A river of light thrilled through my being,
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<span style="color: black;">And made my eyes bright and unseeing.
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Sweet wizard, in whose footsteps I have trod
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<span style="color: black;">Unto the shrine of the most obscene god,
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<span style="color: black;">So steep the pathway is, I may not know,
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<span style="color: black;">Until I reach the summit, where I go.
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<span style="color: black;">My love is deathless as the springs of Truth,
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<span style="color: black;">My love is pure as is the dawn of youth,
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<span style="color: black;">But all my being throbs in rhythm with thine,
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<span style="color: black;">Who leadest on to the horizon-line.
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III
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O Pan, my slave and lord, god who hast turned the key
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<span style="color: black;">Within the rusty ward – the chambered mystery
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<span style="color: black;">Hath lain beneath mine eyes! Ah! I have known, my sweet,
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<span style="color: black;">My body, pure and whole, is merged within the ways
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<span style="color: black;">That lead to thee, my queen, who gav’st thy life to me
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<span style="color: black;">When all my heart was green, a lost wave in the sea.
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<span style="color: black;">I thank thee; thou hast been the way of life to me.
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IV
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I have found the light and the shadows,
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<span style="color: black;">The night-fall over the meadows,
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<span style="color: black;">The night-fall over the sea;
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<span style="color: black;">The night is the soul of me.
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I have the way and the truth,
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<span style="color: black;">O thou, who hast given me youth,
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<span style="color: black;">O thou, who art fair and wise,
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<span style="color: black;">Whose words are the fairest lies.
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I have heard the soul of thee say
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<span style="color: black;">The glorious legend of the day,
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<span style="color: black;">The glorious way of the wise,
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<span style="color: black;">And the glorious youth in my eyes.
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I have spoken; the four-fold word
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<span style="color: black;">In my soul hath been echoed and heard,
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<span style="color: black;">In my soul hath renewed the spring;
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<span style="color: black;">My soul is dark, and doth sing.
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I cross the water with the sun;
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<span style="color: black;">The light plays on the sea.
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<span style="color: black;">The Channel waters race and run
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<span style="color: black;">Betwixt thy soul and me.
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<span style="color: black;">Ah! never shall the song be done
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<span style="color: black;">That sung ‘twixt me and thee.
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I give my song the fevered breath
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<span style="color: black;">That from thee I have won;
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<span style="color: black;">I love thee ever, unto death –
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<span style="color: black;">Till the last star-crowned sun
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<span style="color: black;">In glamour of spring-tide witnesseth
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<span style="color: black;">The thing that we have done.
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VI
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Light wind, night wind,
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<span style="color: black;">Starry fold and fell, –
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<span style="color: black;">Thy light, my light,
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<span style="color: black;">Who shall know and tell?
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<span style="color: black;">Hark! hushed singing! </span><span style="color: black;">Dawn is springing
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<span style="color: black;">On us in love’s dell.
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Gray world, gay world,
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<span style="color: black;">World of thee and me,
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<span style="color: black;">Red day, dead day,
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<span style="color: black;">This our song shall be: -
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<span style="color: black;">I have found thee, I have bound thee,
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<span style="color: black;">One in Pan are we!
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VII
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All yesterday died hosts of angels in me,
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<span style="color: black;">I was cast out from hell, and found the earth;
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<span style="color: black;">And it was thou, sweet poet-soul, didst win me
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<span style="color: black;">To the most glorious, subtile, pagan birth;
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<span style="color: black;">Lady of light, take thou my lips, and be
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<span style="color: black;">The sunlight flaring on the blue-gold sea.
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I crossed the channel, yesterday, with singing
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<span style="color: black;">I could not still afoam within my heart;
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<span style="color: black;">For unto thee I fain had still been winging
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<span style="color: black;">Mine eager way since from thee I did part.
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<span style="color: black;">Come thou and slumber with me; there is rest
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<span style="color: black;">For thee and Love together, in my breast.
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Slow was thy wooing, so I crept upon thee
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<span style="color: black;">Until thy radiant face from sleep did rise;
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<span style="color: black;">And in the moment that I leapt upon thee,
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<span style="color: black;">I felt the agony of thy burning eyes,
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<span style="color: black;">And all my heart was thine; and now I know
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<span style="color: black;">The depth of fire beneath life’s glittering snow.
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VIII
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I think that never in my loneliness
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<span style="color: black;">May I forget my glory and my shame,
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<span style="color: black;">Nor the swift lightning-flash that ‘twixt us came
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<span style="color: black;">To strike the tower of my soul’s distress:
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<span style="color: black;">And thou, who hast been my heart’s glad ministress,
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<span style="color: black;">Who hast burned the lumber of my cross with flame
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<span style="color: black;">Drawn from my heart; - Oh, thou hast made me tame
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<span style="color: black;">With love, and with the loss of thee no less.
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Come back across the sea to comfort me
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<span style="color: black;">With purple kisses, touches all unplanned!
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<span style="color: black;">Let me once more feel thy strong hand to be
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<span style="color: black;">Making the magic signs upon me! Stand,
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<span style="color: black;">Stand in the light, and let mine eyes drink in
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<span style="color: black;">The glorious vision of the death of sin!
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Lyric light is mine
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<span style="color: black;">Brother of the way;
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<span style="color: black;">Give me yellow wine,
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<span style="color: black;">Sing me songs to-day –
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<span style="color: black;">I am thine, and thine
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<span style="color: black;">I shall be alway.
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Laughter of the gods
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<span style="color: black;">Makes melodious song
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<span style="color: black;">In the phallic rods
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<span style="color: black;">Of those who dare and long:
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<span style="color: black;">The dull world slowly plods;
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<span style="color: black;">Our pinions shall be strong.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou art mine, for </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I
Live my life in thee:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">While beneath the sky
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou remember’st me –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">ill at last we die –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">One in Pan are we.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The light that thou hast given
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lights my muse to bed:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast starred my heaven
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With planets wild and red:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Twin stars and planets seven
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are lighted overhead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
X
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
All yesterday the spring was born,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The spring that Ovid sang of old;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All yesterday the birth of morn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Held all the daylight wrapt in gold.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The buds unfold! The buds unfold!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
All yesterday the olden lore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was true to me; I saw how I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Had lived and loved and died before
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In every land beneath the sky.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And we must die! And we must die!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
All yesterday the way was paved
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With burnished mirrors picturing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In all the lands, enthroned, enslaved,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love coming with the birth of spring,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As now I sing! As now I sing!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
All yesterday thou hauntedst me,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As thou, I know, hast done of old;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All yesterday I sought for thee
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through all the paths of beaten gold;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The ways unfold! The ways unfold!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Some time, long hence, when I am old and gray,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They will say, “Once you knew him?” I shall say,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Smiling upon my eager questioners,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">“I knew him once in this wide universe.”
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And they shall ask me of your garb and port,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And of the miracles men say you wrought,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I shall smile upon their questioning,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And tell how in my soul you wrought the spring.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And they shall ask of this and that, and I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shall smile as old men do before they die,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Anew shalt thou be born from my old tongue,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And they shall wonder, for they shall be young.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And they shall know how once I gave my breath,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My hand, my lyre, to thee, and said, “Till death
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The image of this man shall not depart
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Out of the inmost shrine within my heart.”
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But they shall know not how we entered in,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Finding deliverance in the death of sin,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How pagan laughter leapt from eye to eye
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beside the sea, under a cloudless sky.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XII</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A SONNET leaps unto my lips, O King,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And every note shall be as first it springs;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I may not check the hot speed of my wings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now I have found a voice and heart to sing. –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thou hast waved thy rod, and everything
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath been transmuted. Now the sunlight brings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Desire of love, and longing for the stings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That eat into me while I feel her cling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And cling about me, seeking all my gift
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of body and soul; leaving no fragment mine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet taking all, herself she giveth me;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She is the cloud that hides the sun, to drift
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Over the face of heaven, and feed the sea
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With a new-breaking flood of healing brine.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XIII</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I may not weep, for now mine eyes are tearless,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But ah! my soul is bathed in bloody brine;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I know no fear, for now my heart is fearless,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thou for ever and ever shalt be mine:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I await thee in this city; when thou dost come,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My songs shall end; thy lips shall make me dumb.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My virile soul shall tremble at thy coming,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thou shalt spend thy spirit’s plenteous store
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On me, to sleep and death well-nigh succumbing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beneath thy body’s weight. Ah, come once more;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Grant me but that I seek, and I shall be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For ever fastened on the breast of thee.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Oh, thou who art the red dawn’s only singer,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Take these my songs; take them, for they are thine;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be once again my muse’s thunder-bringer;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her voice grows harsh for lack of thy bright wine.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oh, woo her forth! As to thine arms she slips,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Stay thou her song with kisses! Stop her lips!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come, and bring ease unto my thirsting soul;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Give what thou hast, spare me nor pain, nor dread;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ah! having taken love thou hast taken the whole:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come thou unto me now, and let thine head
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lie on my breast, and let me stroke thy skin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With my light hand! Come thou, and enter in!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XIV
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
How foolish are the men who make their heaven
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A distant vision of the world to be,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When we found hell and heaven not bereaven,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But brothers in the souls of thee and me.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All schemes that men have wrought for life’s undoing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Found swift expression in our sudden wooing.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All hells, all heavens, still transcended be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By him who in his ardent breast doth bear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Knowledge that sets him from the gray world free,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By reason of the master-spirit there.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From my strong soul this charter I did win:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast sinned in love; thou hast transcended sin.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
It may be, as thou sayest, that old Horus
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath been re-born beneath these sunny skies,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, when I hymn my love’s low-sounding chorus,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Warmed by the glamour of our merry eyes.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love! never more shall men’s Utopias be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As veils before the naked Mystery.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I see the summer sky break into rime,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I must sing in rhythm with it still,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Until thou comest to me; all the time
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art not here, with song dost thou fulfil
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The daylight, since the secret hour I won
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The lyric light of thee, my risen Sun.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XV
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Fresh from the heaven of new-born desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I wait thee here, and all my veins are fire;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all my breath is breathed in rhythm with thee;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come, therefore, and set free
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My voice, my lyre.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I knew not love, till thou hadst given me pain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nor heard love’s music, till the heavenly rain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Descended on me, and the gray-lined cloud
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Left me new-born and proud.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come back again!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ah, thou art wise and fair, and I am nought,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Save as I dwell in thy most god-like thought.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Take thou my body, now hermaphrodite,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Pink-tipped and gleaming white,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For love’s sake wrought.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XVI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The world without may never change,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But still the changeless soul within
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through worlds of spirit and sense may range,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unfettered by the primal sin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That man did win.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
So now the aspect of the sun
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is turned to something fierier yet </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Than that old bright accustomed one
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose radiance was wont to set
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My body asweat.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For now the sun is grown a world
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose glances burn the earth with love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose rays are banners fiercely hurled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Around earth’s bosom from above,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My soul, my dove.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Rejoice: The stars are yellow stains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Set in our canopy aflame,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That stir the agony in my veins
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To rapture, when I think we came
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From a star self-same.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The furious rapture burns me through,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The air brings waves of love to me,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The gods’ hot breath; the sea is blue
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">hrough endless yearning. Alas! poor sea,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I pity thee.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For thou art changed from brine to fire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whereby the fish that swim in thee
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Feel hotly as I the new desire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That burns the nascent soul of me
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In fearless glee.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
* * * * *
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I dare not sleep for long, for </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I
Should wake in anguished dream, my sweet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And wander bare-head ‘neath the sky,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And roam half-raving square and street,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In love’s fierce heat.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
XVII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A HUNDRED sonnets yesterday took wing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A thousand lyrics flew,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From out my heart into the glowing sphere
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of blazing golden blue.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ah, had I then but had the power to sing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What trembled on my lyre
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">More worthy gift my voice would yield thine ear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The song of young Desire.
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II
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Where old Dieppe smiles by the narrow bay,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I came, from o’er the sea,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And now I strive to let my singing say
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Things my heart cannot bide;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let me not be quite dumb in love’s first flush;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Shyly I tell to thee
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The wonder thou hast wrought, lest I should blush
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When next I hail thee, Bride.
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<span style="color: black;">
III
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
So, singing in my heart’s gold sunlight still,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
I reached the city rare
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where art and life are one; the glorious light
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Shone round me everywhere,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And as I rode unto the western hill,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Where the sun sank in flame,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I know my song would outlast all the night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And with the day it came.
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<span style="color: black;">
XVIII
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Creep the little shadows
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Over all the meadows,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The good green hills I knew of old still hold the steps of me
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The sunset in the South
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Still smiles upon my mouth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And so I smile, my love, my love, to thee!
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Oh, I know so well
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The water’s floating spell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Over all the greenest hills that ever man has known;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I hold thee where I hold
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sweet wonders manifold,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Since thou hast made them all to be thine own.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
The southern summers lie
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In my heart beneath the sky;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Take all the hoarded gold I found, and spend and spend it still.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Foe thou dwell’st there alone,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">My poet, O mine own,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And ever shall thou dwell there at thy will.
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<span style="color: black;">
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Here in the City of Light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There are music and wonder for me;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here in the star-guarded night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Life breaks on the shore of time’s sea.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Here in the sun and the spring
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Luxembourg gardens are gay,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And oh! but, my dearest, I sing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am the spring and the day.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I have laughed in the temple of God,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I have dreamed in the temple of Man;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now I am free from the sod;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Priapus hath grown into Pan.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am the spring and the sun,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art the earth and the sea;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Shake fiercely my soul. </span><span style="color: black;">We are one –
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sing on the bosom of me.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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Give me thy love and thy strength,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">If it be for an age, for an hour.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For alas! we grow old, and at length
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We love, and are shorn of love’s power.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Oh, I shall see thee to-morrow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Clasped heart to heart we shall lie
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Naked; all day we shall borrow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The space and the spread of the sky.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Come, and the day shall be ours,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With music and wonder and me;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come, and be glad of the flowers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I have plucked from the bosom of thee.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
There are lilies and burning red roses
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That flame and grow strong with desire;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come thou, ere winter re-closes
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The wide brazen gateways of fire.
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<span style="color: black;">
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
We will cross the green-wood and the salty sea;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We will hear the thrushes thrill, the nightingales awake;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We’ll let loose the reins of love until we are so free
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That none shall dare to bar our way through sea or hill or brake.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Who shall stay our footsteps? who shall call us back?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who shall quench the light from out the living breasts and eyes?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ah love, my love, remember to let love’s rein be slack;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Eros is still upon the wing, nor wearies as he flies!
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<span style="color: black;">
XXI
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Men shall not soon forget,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">While deeds of love are done,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The songs that my heart hath set
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In rhythm to the pulsing sun:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We are ever one in a golden net,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We are ever and endlessly one.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ah! When we rose to greet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did we pierce through the outer gloom?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When our eyes first came to meet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did we know of the secret doom
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That lay in our hearts, my sweet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A perilous, tender bloom?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
There are callings now on the wind,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sweetheart; I must rise and go,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the day is far behind,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the soft night-breezes blow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They call me out to the starlight blind,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the pale moon’s wonder-glow....
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
XXII
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ages hence, my songs recording,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Now, that here my seal I set;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All time’s shallow stream sure fording,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">These my songs shall ease the fret
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the lovers yet to be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who have dared a lonely sea.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Ages hence, know, this my singing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sprang from one great secret dawn; -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Onward life is ever winging,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Still to love that life is drawn,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Lovers! ye shall dare to be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wise, and in your wisdom free.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
Ages hence – my song grows fainter,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the light fades from my mind –
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Poet, player, singer, painter,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Learn the secret: be not blind.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Know the sign shall set ye free;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hear the word of mystery.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
<strong>There is a maiden harp-player, and a silver flute is held
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>In the hands of an hermaphrodite: this thing shall be fulfilled</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">LIBER XXXVI
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE STAR SAPPHIRE</span>
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Let the Adept be armed with his Magick Rood [and provided with his mystic rose]. </span><span style="color: black;">[1]</span><br />
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In the centre<span style="color: black;"> [2],</span> let him give the L.V.X. signs<span style="color: black;"> [3];</span> or if he know them, if he will and dare do them, and can keep silent about them, the signs of N.O.X. <span style="color: black;">[4]</span> being the signs of Puer, Vir, Puella, Mulier. Omit the sign. I.R.</span><span style="color: black;"> [5]</span><br />
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Then let him advance to the East and make the Holy Hexagram <span style="color: black;">[6],</span> saying: Pater et Mater unus deus Ararita. </span><span style="color: black;">[7]</span><br />
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Let him go round to the South, make the Holy Hexagram<span style="color: black;"> [8]</span> and say: Mater et Filius unus deus Ararita. </span><span style="color: black;">[9]</span><br />
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Let him go round to the West, make the Holy Hexagram <span style="color: black;">[10]</span> and then say: Filius et Filia unus deus Ararita. </span><span style="color: black;">[11]</span><br />
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Let him go round to the North, make the Holy Hexagram <span style="color: black;">[12]</span> and then say: Filia et Pater unus deus Ararita. [13]</span><br />
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Let him then return to the Centre, and so to The Centre of All (making the Rosy Cross as he may know how) <span style="color: black;">[14]</span> saying Ararita Ararita Ararita <span style="color: black;">[15]</span> (In this the Signs shall be those of Set Triumphant and of Baphomet. Also shall Set appear in the Circle. Let him drink of the Sacrament and let him communicate the same.) <span style="color: black;">[16]</span> Then let him say: Omnia in Duos: Duo in Unum: Unus in Nihil: Haec nec Quatuor nec Omnia nec Duo nec Unus nec Nihil Sunt. </span><span style="color: black;">[17]</span><br />
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Gloria Patri et Matri et Filio et Filiae et Spiritui Sancto externo et Spiritui Sancto interno ut erat est erit in saecula Saeculorum sex in uno per nomen Septem in uno Ararita. </span><span style="color: black;">[18]</span><br />
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Let him then repeat the signs of L.V.X. but not the signs of N.O.X.: for it is not he that shall arise in the Sign of Isis Rejoicing.
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<span style="color: black;">Notes:
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1. The Magick Rood is the magician’s Wand. In this ritual context it is the magician’s erect phallus, the Lingam (penis). The Mystic Rose is the Holy Graal or the Cup of the Priestess, in other words, her kteis, the Yoni (vagina).
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<span style="color: black;">2. The centre of the magical circle.
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<span style="color: black;">3. The LVX signs: Osiris slain [the Cross]; L: Isis mourning the Swastika; V: Typhon, the trident; X: Osiris risen – the Pentagram.
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<span style="color: black;">4. The NOX signs: Puer [Boy], Vir [Man], Puella [Girl], Mulier [Woman].
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<span style="color: black;">5. IR: Isis Rejoicing, also known as Mater Triumphans.
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<span style="color: black;">6. The Holy Hexagram: East, the Holy Hexagram of Fire, the union of Yod and Heh. [see The Lesser Ritual of the Hexagram in Crowley’s Magick in Theory and Practice. Also Chapter 69 in ‘The Book of Lies’]
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<span style="color: black;">7. ‘Father and Mother One God Ararita’.
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<span style="color: black;">8. The Holy Hexagram: South, the Holy Hexagram of Earth, the union of Heh and Vau.
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<span style="color: black;">9. ‘Mother and Son One God Ararita’.
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<span style="color: black;">10. The Holy Hexagram: West, the Holy Hexagram of Air, the union of Vau and Heh-final.
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<span style="color: black;">11. ‘Son and Daughter One God Ararita’.
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<span style="color: black;">12. The Holy Hexagram: North, the Holy Hexagram of Water, the union of Heh-final and Yod.
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<span style="color: black;">13. ‘Daughter and Father One God Ararita’.
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<span style="color: black;">14. The Rosy Cross: The union of the Magick Rood and the Mystic Rose.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Ararita: a notariqon of a Hebrew sentence which means: ‘One is His beginning: One is His Individuality: His Permutation is One’.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Set is triumphant over Horus, in other words the ‘Horus force’ is expended into the Cup. This ‘eucharist’ is consumed as a sacrament.
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<span style="color: black;">17. ‘All in Two: Two in One: One in Nothingness: These are neither Four nor All nor Two nor One nor Nothing’.
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<span style="color: black;">18. ‘Glory be to the Father and to the Mother and to the Son and Daughter, and to the Holy Spirit without and within, which was, is, and shall be, world without end. Six in One through the names of Seven in One, Ararita’.</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">BARRY VAN-ASTEN</span></div>
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O long ago, long ago, did I dream
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<span style="color: black;">That I had wings and a joyous heart,
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<span style="color: black;">And I sang sweet songs over hills that roam,
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<span style="color: black;">Of undying love and the eternal star.
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<span style="color: black;">Sang as my soul in soft moonlight
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<span style="color: black;">Found glorious things in everything,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And rejoiced in the wonder of day and night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But now the deep echo of my regret
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Leaves only my heart to hang and long
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For that far twilight where dreams are met
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the heart that's empty of its song...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O pity me, I pray, these, my misgivings:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God love me, and give me back my heart!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God love me, and give me back my wings!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part I </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Flower And The Madness </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This, our cosmic stage of sorrow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This our curtain, lifteth up!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lift up the veil and therein follow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The glories of love's zenith cup!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Through the celestial realm of night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That overthroweth day,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Stars were magical and bright
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In their dumb decay.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And planets shook to music's mode
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By the gods that reach
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through infinite space and abode,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Masterful in speech.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the song of ecstasy was born
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the lips of our goddess.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! her bosom's splendour - dawn,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sighed with love's madness.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
With darkness was her hair aflame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With diamonds and with pearls,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That glittered ceaseless, to her name,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hung soft in shaken curls.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But cameth whisperings in halls
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As some sick phantom stirred,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'tis the veil of Eden falls
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At his whispered word.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And all the stars were pale and rent
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of light in darkness now;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Those fixed points in the firmament
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wept long in love's sorrow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
See! we are but moonbeams cast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon some ruinous river
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That sweeps beyond the starry vast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lie of God, for ever.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Be life not such a delicate bloom
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of gentleness and sighing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thou art fragrant in the tomb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the old god, dying.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Quick! with thy mortal hands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Break the chain - restriction,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And raise thyself up, love demands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art the resurrection!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Strike! strike! the chain that binds
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Thy body beautiful unwinds
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Into regions of re-birth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Unto pleasures of the earth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Here, sickness in Eden falls
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Into dark extended halls.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Would'st thou be saddled with the fear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
That wrappeth round thy manly spear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
And gives thy sister thought to thirst
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Damnation's hunger? Thou accursed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Universal Lord of lies,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Man's spirit, hearest, Thou denies!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Strike! Strike! the chain that binds
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy body beautiful unwinds
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into regions of re-birth;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto pleasures of the earth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For man hath tired, man's brain is bent
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the veil of Eden, rent!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Invocation:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come, not when the moon is lying
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Low upon thy prow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come, not when the rose is sighing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sweet upon thy brow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come, by the bud of thy perfection,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Not in thy despair;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here be the bloom of thy redemption:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy synagogue of prayer.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For in the words that we remember
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon our altar - dawn,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We praise the light and praise its keeper
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Worshipped by the morn.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This sword thrust deep into thy side
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wills midnight's work be done.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy wound a token for thy bride
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That hast sighed long for devildom.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Come! Come! and see thy world
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And be not overcome
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By the treachery unfurled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On thy brave bosom, numb!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And this thy origin revealed,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And this thy regal right,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thou art sworn to sword and shield
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And to thy crown of light.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Phoenix rise ye, onward, on
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the void of flame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where death is sweet and calls upon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dread Baphomet, by name:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
To call upon the ghost of love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And unto its shade sing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Great prophecies shalt love's ghost prove
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By this immortal ring!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>The Ghost Of Love:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am Love, disfigured, and I bring
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thee tales of misery - my shame,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For love destroyeth everything
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That falleth in its name!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And what sick fruit from Eden's bowel
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath nursed thy pains? O man,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What plagues within thy garden, prowl
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And speaketh of salvation?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
What cometh when the rose of knowing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dieth in thy hand?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It is thine own self, ever growing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In thy wisdom, to expand
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thy flesh of sorrow, that here yearneth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With passions that hath bred
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The rot within ye; the core that burneth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the soul that's dead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Y</span><span style="color: black;">ea! sayeth of the flower, I,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ye crusheth in thy fate:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That which is born, is born to die
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With lusts immaculate!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
See ye how the dye is cast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Man's body, beautiful, hath passed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
From its sufferings, from its woe
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
And thus must into silence go,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Into the charnel-house of truth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
The womb of wisdom be his proof!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Thy body through the pylon, passed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thy death was sweet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ye are but as sepulchral dust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of death beneath mine feet.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>
Chorus:</em>
Let thy flower, lust unfold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the timeless gods of old.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Slain, thy horror shall foretell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What moveth in thee be not Hell.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And lips incarnate of desire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">hall burn with subtle flames of fire.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thy crown that sleepeth - tragedy,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shall give untold delights to thee!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O child of beauty and of chaos;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Child that singeth the song of madness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art impenetrable in thy tomb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To crush the flower of its bloom.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And ye shall sing unto the world
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of thy strange enchantment, curled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the portal of Eden's dream,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond thy chrysalis, extreme!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But thy season be not over yet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy rose-cupped beauty, thy coronet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Still aches for womanhood and her charm
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That can breedeth upon thee man, much harm!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Ah, I see man's heart anew;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I see his immeasurable soul shine through
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The fragrant portal of decay,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where virgin lips hath kissed the day!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And this be sorrow for he knows,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This be the madness of the rose
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That unfurls to taste the golden dew:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The spring of man's heart born anew.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Closer, ye not fear the morn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of thy tender soul, re-drawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a world that is thy making
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thy sufferings, awakening.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Give! Give all! and thou shalt know
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Why God feared give ye knowledge so;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For there be sadness in wisdom's joys
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When innocence falleth down, and dies.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ah, but what of woman, sayest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath she not her part to playest?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath not the organism of man's lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crumbled before his eyes? I trust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ye see'st the sickness of dimension,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Changed by form into corrosion,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Capable of supernal things
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is man, free from woman's wings.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And these be secrets to unfold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When thou redeemest the world of old:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What brute-beast comes in exultation
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At damnation's arrival? - Man!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And the creatures of the wood did sing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In each its special voice of God,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Turned with angered hearts, to sting
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The folly of fallen Eden, trod
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With madness, in the mire of sin -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thus, the tragedy within!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>
Chorus:</em>
O things of sorrow, O things of mirth,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Silent, is thy freedom cast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the abysses of the earth,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On this, our triumphant hour, past
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into glories that displeaseth God,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For in the wind His voice is oft'
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Heard to thunder bold and sad
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the victory cheers, aloft
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Call for the mantle that He wears.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And God in ancient wisdom, frail,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And silver-haired sits with His tears
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the tearing of the veil.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Ah! but what of love?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We think: has it taken stranger?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Some will say that loves knows not
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Which of the twain are stronger:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be it sorrow with its sombre thread
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of deep regret, returning?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Or be it joy, as some hath said,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Cools a heart of yearning?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Mask not thy burning germ of fear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the sentinels that rot
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And bear thy burden in good cheer,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where passion comforts not
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The heart of sighing, for as dust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath it fallen gladly -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Breathe! Breathe! deep of the lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That is divine and Godly!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This thy right and this thy will,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shade not thy loves in regret;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast built a temple, here distil
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its pure force into light and set
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thineself within thine amulet. </span><span style="color: black;">A shrine
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of consecrated wisdom, sealed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By earthly bread and fiery wine
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is the distant matter of thy brain revealed.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Yea! thy crimson death shall be as sweet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That giveth all unto the Lord,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine heart shall serve, swift wings shall beat,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Resurrected by the sword.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For man hath built himself a bridge
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Void unto void, world unto world;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He standeth at the spectral ridge
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With expectations curled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Towards the aeons that shall come,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Towards the sounding of the drum,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the narrow birth of devildom,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Framed by the leprosy of the sun
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the limitations of the Holy One,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For man's argosy hath here begun!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
And dress yea self rich unto God;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Drinketh of His brews, from casks
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That flow hearty. Set thee a period:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">These thine ordeals and thine tasks,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Measure thine experience and be strong
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And man shalt hereby reigneth long!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thy flesh be as a shoreless bark,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A beacon of thy liberty,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That shalt illuminate the dark
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By courage and virility!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let thy prow look only on man's face
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And thine helm taste of his sweet disgrace!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
God of alchemy, God of reason,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let His blood course through thy veined
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Temple. </span><span style="color: black;">Child of glory, in the season
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of thy paradise regained -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! ye hath raped long of God's sanctuary,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sweet ark of thy discovery.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Breathe of midnight's intoxication,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lift thy limbs upon its shore,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And bow thee down in adulation
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of love, pure love, thou dost adore.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This, man's joy and abomination:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Giveth all unto the cup
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of thy ceremony and salvation -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Quench thy thirst and drinketh up!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This, thy primal invocation,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This thy will to be declared
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the sons of initiation
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who art strong for they hath dared
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
By secret light, their evocation
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And by knowledge deemed it so
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wrought with danger, consecration
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Giveth strength that they may go!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
What monster passions lie in thy breast?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
'Tis the fiend of love's unrest.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Be it of nocturnal fire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The aspiration of the higher?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
It liveth and it breatheth great
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In its crucible of hate!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Seen ye yet death's wing come near,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In cheerless agonies, appear?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Death be like the serpent. wise,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His shape is formed fast to disguise;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He breatheth necromantic dung
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sings of fatal heartache, flung
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the corpse of youth, ran red:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A grotesque visage of the dead! </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part II </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Serpent And The Sorrow </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Here, I fortify the wine of disease
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With my liquid tongue of blasphemies.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I hath wrestled from the sacred bough
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The true lusts of man - these seeds I sow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The dark dimensions, the black centuries,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the wind and watch them grow!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I conjure whoredom's flickering flame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And curse the Almighty without shame.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Man, that walketh with the moon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">H<span style="color: black;">ath</span> harkened to the immortal tune
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sought the perfume, without name
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That's supped by gods and all too soon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Consumed in thy cup of amethyst, drained,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the end was its vile filth strained
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By mortal lips. Now man hast seen
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The beginning, the end and the in-between.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The cup of destruction, red-ruby stained!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The perfume of release - our Queen,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Unto Heaven's vault did'st seal
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Man's disobedience and conceal
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The architecture of man's fate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That strikes at the chains of inviolate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Love, for by wisdom and by zeal
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did man tire of his righteous state.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And thus possessed of gods did'st man
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tear down the lie: no mortal can
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be as a god and walk with might
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And rejoiceth in the eternal light.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet his bosom yearned and stranger, ran
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the sorrowful realm of regal night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And I am the circumference of thy skin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all that it containeth within,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am fashioned to thy breast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I swim with poisonous unrest.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thine own sorrow and thy sin:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy north and south, thine east and west!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And many are mine horrors and mine name;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This legion, mirrored, be but the same
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Cross of desire in darkness, falling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the circle of lust's calling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine golden seraphimed head of shame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That sought the sanctuary. This appalling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Pyramid of thine own making
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Found ye sorrow for thy taking
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And this dim star, thy profile, cast,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is mine Royal seal, for here at last
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is an apparatus re-awakening:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A man perfected of his past!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>The Song Of The Serpent:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ah! the fruit is ripe upon the bough:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shalt desire snatch it from me now
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And plant its knowledge on thy brow?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And what mystery of flesh shalt sing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When unto man falls everything?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But lo! 'tis more given when 'tis nothing!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Yea! for all of man's temptation,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The fool regreteth not his action:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This is his sorrow and salvation;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This is his rapture that is sweet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soft and fragrant and complete:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But when shalt man with serpent meet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And caress the dim shore of his pain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And break the rhythms of his brain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That's circled by a serpent's chain?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
When this night of mitred elegance
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In its fleet-footed pageant dance
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Doth ache to passion's darkling glance,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
That shoots through youthful veins of fear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For here, love lingers long and drear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the God, Love doth revere,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou shalt shame thy God before thine eyes,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou shalt conjure His immortal cries
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And damn His sacerdotal sighs!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O blow wind, yea! eternally blow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For speech and shame and sin follow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The endless summit of man's tomorrow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But life's miracle that we dare expand,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This tortured madness of command
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath given scope to understand
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The nature of desire, that slept
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Firm in thought as sadness leapt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the soul of Eden wept.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And thrice was beauty turned to stone,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Banished from her golden throne
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To lie with lustful ways, alone.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
She dreams, but nothing more than this
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath fallen unto sleep, to kiss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The awful ache of our mistress.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And mortal unto dying breath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shalt find a certainty in death,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That death shalt all too sooneth cometh!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I see thy wound, it runneth deep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through the centuries of sleep;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Deep, deep, so vast and deep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the fiery fathomless place of sleep.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This little world of man's content;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This infernal fold of past desires,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Death's rapture clings to his element:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Man unto the arm of man aspires.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Here death's feather hath weighed ye right,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And judgement manifold, thy fate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the lips that kissed the night;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lips of thine own incarnate hate.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Lips that cursed the ancient moon;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lips of thine unspeakable hell,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Pressed to the prison of the womb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of thine resurrecting angel.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
He giveth up and giveth all,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He rejoiceth in his sad suspension
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That dances, beast-like in the hall
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And clings to man's incomprehension.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O come, I adore thee, come O come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">While death's scent hath found release
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the pangs of falsehood's angeldom,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the terrors, pray ye now may'st cease!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
But hark! what vision of loveliness doth tread
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Between the living and the dead?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What frenzy of lust doth speak its name;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What salacious mollusc, revered by shame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Doth come? Its robe cast in the mud,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its high art a stain of womanhood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Purple, from the fount of Hell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like some magnificent Jezebel.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And as nature bows before our Queen;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the elements flicker, and stir unseen
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She assumes Her Royal right, anon,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And comes before us - Babalon!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Babalon:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Blessed be midnight, blessed be shame;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Blessed be the paps that seal my name.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Blessed be the season of desire:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Blessed the unquenchable Holy fire!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This head be death's head, reared for war,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This heart be rotten to its core.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Witch of the moon, whore of the sun:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am the ghost bloom - Babalon!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy work of silk and gold;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy mysteries untold.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My lips, the claret of the moon;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My breath, the scent of sweet perfume.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My limbs as lithe as panthers, move
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through the Holy abodes of love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am thy midnight jubilation:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy dawn, thy noon and thy dusk damnation.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My hair, a stream of lust, unending,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My body yearns to thy ascending
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Light; thy palace remains unmoved -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I see it ever thus, unloved.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am love, cloaked in desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rich and strange, I burn with fire.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I desecrate the Holy place
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And trample the contours of God's face.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy tempest mind, awake
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To bloodless sighings of the snake.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I bear the cup of fornication
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That gives thee sweet intoxication.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I, the Queen, who doth assume
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy purple passions, to illume
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy body, levelled in the tomb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Clung to the flower of my womb.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou did'st seekest, yet I was found not
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In those shapes of shade that rot
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy hungering, for doth not ye see:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I hath always dwelt in the heart of thee;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Since virgin, thy initial breath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Smote the catacombs of death
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And drew forth thine eyes unto the sun,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ye whispered one word - Babalon!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And through the intricacies of sleep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Doth Babalon in Her whoredom, creep,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To rise on smoke, foul of the air,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her teeth fixed firm on flesh, to tear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The heart of man, from out his breast,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Softened to Her glance, caressed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By slender hands that woo with lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And grind the humble into dust.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O star! my litany of desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Desolate in seduction's mire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To see thy nakedness crowned with gold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon Love's altar, where of old
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did'st Babalon cherish unto death,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The ache of man that lies beneath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The splendour wrapt, the sapphire tomb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of virtue veiled deep in Love's gloom.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Babalon:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O desirable man, I give thee rest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From thy hierophantic quest;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I warm thy flesh and give thee ease,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Trimmed in the wrappings of disease,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where nothing moves, nor shall it stir
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The masked sentinels of sleep and fear.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Animal-sighing - we are all dark now
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As man passes into that which he cannot know!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part III </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"> The Eye In The Sanctuary </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the phosphorescent hush of the dark wood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Came Eve, that delicate blush of womanhood;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her body, an ecstasy of celebration:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A temple of song that she sings of creation!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But her eyes hang sad for the veil is rent;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">he weeps for she can foresee man's discontent.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And here passes the star, in its sickness, grown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Awful before the meteor that was God's throne;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where there once was passion, dark and deep,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Radiant by night, where the light doth keep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Its vigil strong. Gone, O 'tis all gone now
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where woman walks alone and weeps unto her shadow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Her heart a stone cast in the pit of motherhood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lost unto the shades where she weeps within the wood.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thus tormented she sees things fate hast chose to be,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This be the song sweet Eve sings of man's destiny.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And having tasted of desire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She swooned at the unspeakable rites
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Foretold in a vision of the higher
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Realms of angels and of sprites.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thus, her eyes drawn unto fire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She sang as sighing satellites
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Perished in the unalterable mire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of mightier things in their delights.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Struck with beauty, sang the choir
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From their heavenly heights;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But blood lust gave the great destroyer
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His joy amongst the parasites.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Eve:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And I saw thus blazing from the hordes,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The shining ones come forth and listen
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With bloody hands clasped on mighty swords,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the emerald hilts that glisten
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Radiantly at their armoured sides.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">These winged warriors with giant strides
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Came to rest beside a stream,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The fight not lost, though their eyes told
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The light had'st lost God's brilliant gleam,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For eyes were as the darkness, cold;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like lunar lamps, and all put out
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As shadows fell to unseen doubt.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And Paradise raged against God's Law
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the full rise of the sun,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the beauteous bankside maidens saw
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The light retreateth into one.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And here were stars in the folds of sorrow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As darkness came down, thick and low.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And morning light did'st turn his head
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Aloft unto God's mighty throne
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And back upon the field of dead
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Celestial seraphims of stone:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come home! Come home! His pitiful voice
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And all the dim stars did'st rejoice!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Our saviour crosseth on the prow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Watched by darkness at the helm;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With names of blasphemy on His brow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He surveyed the measure of His realm.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His broken sword aloft, He swore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To reverseth all God madeth Law!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And God's voice did'st tremble in the wind
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto shameless sinners and the sinned:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Make why thou wilt, my brother son,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'tis writ that there shalt cometh one
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To un-good the good that I hath done
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto this Paradise begun.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy broken wings of undying hate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are folded in combustible fate;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the zenith hath appeared too late
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To save the Kingdom that falleth great!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou may'st have thy rule, thy period
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where thou may'st strut thyself a God,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But lo! as from a lightening rod
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shalt God's word find thy Kingdom shod
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In filthy labourings of the dead:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A crown of thorns upon thy head
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shalt bloom no more, for it hath bled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The terrors of the tomb ye fed.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And the muse of all time sat in wonder
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As dark, those ones of evil, born,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tore the brotherhood of Light asunder,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Terrible to that scarlet dawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the phoenix of the flames had'st flown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the splendour of damnation's crown.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And within the city of soulless slaves
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Were vast pyramids of corpses, lying
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Skinless, shovelled into graves
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of red streams unto midnight, sighing;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here man in fear of his true fate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did'st pray to terrors, insensate.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And the filth of an hundred days of war
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Had'st spoilt six days upon the earth;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Death's cloud did'st appear to blot the star
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And violate its swift re-birth.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Iron death and scent of skin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Had'st let infernal darkness in!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
From the night our master fell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And in war's wake the moon had'st turned
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With fastened lips - a sunlit Hell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As victory in death's madness yearned
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto man's cerements of fear:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lo! the goat-foot God was here!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And man breathed fire and man breathed force
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Throughout the depths of eternity,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And God revealed His unholy course
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For man and woman's destiny.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And woman sighed, sealed in the tomb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For she was as blind within its gloom.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Her love, shalt creaseth to the moon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And man's unto the sun
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where he shalt sheathe his splendid plume
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In sorrow's fruitless womb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where demon lusts slays, without pause:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Man, in the calamity of its jaws.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And love divided, conquered all,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Arose damnation on its head
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That whispered softly, Eden's fall
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was thrice glimpsed and thrice blessed!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And this thy pleasaunce and thy shore
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God giveth greatly to adore.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And tears shalt wash away the work
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of God whose mind cannot contain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The will to penetrate the murk
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That clouds upon the human brain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where imagination and the dream
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be thus like fishing in the stream.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Man long betrayeth for he hath wronged
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The omnipotent eye that all doth see
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The myriad miscarriages, triple-tongued
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In sad songs sung in serpentry.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet came the lone voice from afar
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Curled towards that elusive star:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hast thou seen the lion loveth the lamb?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hast thou seen the hawk loveth the hare?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hast thou seen the she-wolf loveth the ram?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hast thou seen man weak in woman's snare?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And his shadow shalt darken and grow with time
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the threshold of the dawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That shalt awaken him to the sublime
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Seeds of sorrow, upon him, born;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the dying of the old year
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wilt man wait, and beauty re-appear!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part IV </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Blossom And The Sigh </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
From this holy place I go
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto a wilderness unknown;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto a place where love, outgrown,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lies barren, for it cannot grow.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, the spirit of silent birth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath thundered long unto the sea,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And virtue thrown to devilry
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is all that purity is worth.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For upon this world mankind doth tread
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">'Twixt an everlasting faint dimension
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And things beyond man's comprehension;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond the living and the dead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet what bright moon on the horizon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Will sail the oracles of space
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And revealeth love's eternal face?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In measure met - all things are one,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Lord of Life hath wished it so;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For He gaveth man his opposite,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His dual expression - black and white.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And time and spasmodic change shall flow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the body yields to spring passions
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And there, breathe life - it breatheth yet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strong by nature's calling, set
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a robe of dreams - man's visions
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Are life's remembrance of the dead.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The stars are sown, the torn veil rent
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the Host of the Heavenly sacrament
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fell tearful at man's side and said:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Enough of unholiness and of death,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For all that liveth in vain, shalt sing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of life's beauty over everything!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thus, the great lie of man, beneath
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The starry sadness of Heaven, drawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto soft whisperings that revealed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Nothing in joy is twice concealed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By woman, at her darkling dawn.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And time wilt cease for moonlight priests
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the extinguishing of the light,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For darkness be their God of might;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A continual conjuring of strange beasts
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That come, by Royal sacrifice
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To trample hooves in tribal dust;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To work their foul alluring lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And in the madness found - rejoice.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On the Holy mount shalt man seek
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The glory of his radiant star
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That hath retreated, and gone far
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From the ceremonies of the meek.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here shalt corpses come to lie -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The glory of our loved dead:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Every one a good man's head
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unstirred by the blossom and the sigh!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And God hath cast thy fortunes great
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into scented halls of hate;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This be thy mannequin of woe
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the elements hath found ye so
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rich in joy on wings of sadness:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art sent scrying into madness!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And with thine new-found love, retrace
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine footsteps to the Holy place
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And supplicate thine self in prayer!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
But soft! here I invoketh to thee - Air!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Air:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am loud and silent: I am Air;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am the words of war and prayer,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On streams to carry love and hate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Drawn from hearts both small and great!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I am flattery which is joy;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy breath, I am thy sigh.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I make tempests of thy bones
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When mine rough winds upon thee moans.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Within, without, I am the storm
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of change, thy progress without form!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O carry, carry, wings of Air
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Man in his boat adrift, despair;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Seeketh still man, of the higher...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Here, I invoketh to thee - Fire!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Fire:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am thine inmost: I am Fire;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy flower of desire.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy flickerings, set in pain:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine serpent of unsaintly reign!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I bring joy and ease and love
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From under the cloak of lust, I move,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ever burning, though, thee be still -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I goeth onwards in thine thrill
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of ecstasy, that in thee be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Flames of uncontainable devilry!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O burn, burn, thy flames of Fire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto man's heart that doth aspire;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy love, thy melancholy rapture...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Here, I invoketh to thee - Water!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Water:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am thine thought: I am Water;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy mother, thy bride, thy Holy daughter.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy wanderings that resteth not;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine river that ever disturbs thy lot!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I am the flow of fate, foresee
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine own miracle of thy destiny.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I be calm and showeth the moon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Or whipped by tempest and typhoon
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That turn thee swift upon thine will
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto mine waters - magical!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O roll, roll, thy Waters sweet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Over man's brow in defeat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And strike thy pleasing chords of mirth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>S</em></span><span style="color: black;"><em>prite:</em>
Here, I invoketh to thee - Earth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Earth:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am thine form: I am Earth;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy firmament of birth!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thine glories and thine fear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Slow of change, I doth appear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dull and heavy, I confess
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am the vacuum of thy stubbornness.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy surface, point and plane -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am the laughter in thy pain.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy dream of lips unmet:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! I, the spectre of regret!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O fold, fold, Earth manifold,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy temple stones, thy bed of old
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon man's boundless breast, and sit...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Here, I invoketh to thee - Spirit!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Spirit:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am thine core: I am Spirit;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I seize thee by thy brain and will it
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To mine works that centre thee;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To thine masked wonder: Liberty!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I be stirred and moved by song
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am the fortunes of the strong
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soul that sleeps and wakes once more:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thine entity to adore!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine kisses giveth endless joy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For they be sweetness to thy sigh.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O kiss, kiss, Spirit bliss,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The lips of man that doth caress
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Passion's ardour and repents...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Here endeth the song of the elements!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part V </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Angel And The Abyss </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Shall the lie of God be told;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shall His mysteries unfold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And swell thy bosom to victory
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That thou hast sipped of His glory?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And this be rapture in thy brain;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This be thy star, risen and slain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And risen, once more into light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That once was darkness of the night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That once was far beyond thee, cast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the formless void, so vast,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'twas the wrappings of the tomb;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine pasture of nocturnal gloom
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That leads thee here. What visions tell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Why thy lusts are darkness, drawn from Hell;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy lie of madness and desire -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy penetrating star of fire?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast slipped thy fetters, see them fall
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And unto thine own Angel, call.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy bondage broken by a kiss;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy liberty strong in rapture's bliss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ah, but what hath made thee so?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">What pause in thy eternal ring
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath brought misfortune's silver sling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And dealt thy heart a mighty blow?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Draw back thy flesh;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hold back thy veil:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hail! unto thine Angel, hail!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
Speaketh monster!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Angel:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I magnify man's little sorrows
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into steps of doom;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I bringeth the Abyss, that swallows
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy radiant bloom.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
In this thy park of discontent,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ever at thy side
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was thine Angel - thy sacrament
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of fire, long denied.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou art risen on the wings of fate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That leadeth ye aright.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O sire! be not ye desolate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And forsaken in mine sight,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For thou walketh as a god, new-born
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In thy robe, aflame;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art glorious in the distant dawn
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In thy crown of shame!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I sing of thine own sweet embraces
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That in thine heart doth grow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'twas in those wild abandoned places -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There I loved ye so!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou hast seen thine opposite attract
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Itself to thee in every act.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast glimpsed thy birthright, from afar:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy flame-flecked wisdom of the star!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Hail! unto thine Angel, hail!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou cometh swift from restless sleep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into casms, dark and deep.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But lo! thine Angel, more must speak,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soft and low - 'tis very weak!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
Hail! unto thine Angel, hail!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Angel:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
If in sleep thou dreamest, I come to thee
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In love's unfolding of the unseen,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be ye ever a sun that burns, serene,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To die in the arms of eternity...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hear ye Adam! these words are gold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rushing through thy veins! Unhold
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy feared forebodings, be as one:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dimensionless unto the sun!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, the inhabitant of the Abyss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Summons ye to its nothingness!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>The Dweller Of The Abyss:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, come, not linger,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Come with Royal lips aflame;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fear not the song, thou art the singer
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Robed and crowned in Adam's name.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, there be sweet joy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In all thou givest unto love:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Joy be the heart of man and boy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That sings thy praises from above.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, fruit of God's labour,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou art not condemned by God;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Loveth thyself and damn thy neighbour;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Maketh madness thy method!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, breathe salvation,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Redeem the urges of the beasts
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That elevate their jubilation
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In sacred rites and forest feasts.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, raise thyself up
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And seekest thou swift brotherhood,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In damnation and the cup
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That thou hast drained dry of its blood!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, fear not thy shame,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fear not the wind that carries thee
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into strange places, thou art the flame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of fortune and of sorcery.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, thy flesh is bold;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine heart hast run its course of lust.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A mirror of thyself, behold,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is what thou seekest in the dust!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Adam, Adam, hide not thy tears
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For this sweetness, come to pass;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine is the Kingdom that ye steers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">'Twixt thine Angel and Abyss!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ah! 'tis like a broken bone
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That love disgraced, before it fell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To find its roots are firm in Hell,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where two mortal souls are thrown.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the great adulteress hath begun
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The unison of the moon and sun,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And its fulfilment shalt be done:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hark! how the whore was saved and won!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part VI </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How The Whore Was Saved And Won </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Lilith, on Her mighty air
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath led the way through darkness, where
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">She lay Her flesh and cast Her spell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And showed man mortal, lusts of Hell.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In dream, spoke She unto the son
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To show the Whore both saved and won.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And She sang of the mysteries that unite
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The eternal darkness and the light.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the Lord of Night sits oft' astride
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The infernal sadness of His bride
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And blasphemes nature with His lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To abide with devils and with dust.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His bride, the Whore, sick to Her breast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Found no ease in sleep nor rest,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till one night, in the leafy shade
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Came footsteps nearer, unafraid,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'twas the Lord of Day, that came
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To witness Night with Whore in shame.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And in Day's hand a mighty sword
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was drawn and raised without a word;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">'Twas thrust into the heart of Night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thrust with all His regal might
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That split the Lord of Night in twain -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From head to toe, the Night was slain!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And as the thunder clouds rolled by
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Lord of Day looked to the sky,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">While Whore sang sweet beneath the beast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of Night, to gaze on Her saviour priest.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And She rose and danced and kissed His feet
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With gentle kisses that were sweet.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Whore:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My Lord, my Lord, this very night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Day hath turned my darkness light!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I who loved each maid and man
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With all the skill of an artisan;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I who conjured man from boy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And dashed his dreaming with a sigh,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'twas the love that carried me
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the doomed realms of devilry.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Lord Of Day:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Thou art the harlet of the world, it's Whore;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The fount of all splendour to adore!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Thou were</span> shameless before all men,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Returned to shame and shame again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through the spring and summer air
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did'st thou in thy purple, perfumed lair
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Stain with blasphemies, thy cup
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And bid the goat god drink it up!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Autumn, winter, came and went
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And still thou stolest thy sa<span style="color: black;">cra</span>ment.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Whore:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O how mine womb sings in the night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sweet songs of love and songs of fright!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am but an instrument of man's desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And man is but a stringed bow to my fire.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Lord Of Day:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O, my thrice-blessed daughter of Hell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That hath sighed through aeons...I cannot tell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Why my path hath led me here
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In priestly mock that's thread with fear.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I gaze upon thy limbs that wrought
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Joy to life and death, unsought.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I ache with passions, born anew,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thou see'st, I am but mortal too!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And here, beside the Night in twain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He of dark appetites and of pain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I hunger thine unamed caress
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That foldeth fear within thy kiss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O harpy of infinitesimal lust,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy body is as dust and dung;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A chariot of disgust that must
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wield by magic, thy foul tongue.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crescent form and lissome limbed:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast seen the bloom of midnight dimmed!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Whore:</em>
</span><span style="color: black;">Nay my Lord, for see, I blush.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Lord Of Day:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
How I long to hold thee near, and crush
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy soft bruised flesh, and kiss it sweet,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And feel thine heart upon mine beat.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'tis madness that within me lies
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And yearns to thine cup that destroys.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Whore:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I see thine passions runneth deep:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine sting of holiness doth sleep!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine change was swift - see how it turns
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto Whoredom's grip that burns!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My breasts are ripe with motherhood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where beauty's flame hath flickered in;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Veiled with roses and with blood:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I hath long been the Queen of Sin!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine limbs doth ache, mine heart be tired;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine flesh is soft, yet weak and sore.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Flames of passion hath I fired
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In this sacred vessel known as Whore!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beggar, Prince, wench and King -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To all hath I sworn my lusts to sing!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By streams hath I lain with beast and brute;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To poets, strummed soft on lyre and lute.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In chambers hath I soiled with bliss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mankind's threefold consciousness
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That unlocked the gates that case the womb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To reveal the glories of the tomb.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A flower, cursed and midnight, dead,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By morn shall resteth on his head.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With flames I coil and weep and sing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the ecstasy of lust's everlasting spring.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But I see thou art cold to nocturnal pain;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Those tongues of fear hath dulled thy brain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet wine is sweet! My Lord, cometh near,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be ye not afraid of regions drear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And when next thou see'st the sun goeth down
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou shalt bear the sceptre and the crown!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Child of thy bowel, the war is near won:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">See'st how the moon lookest to the sun!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
.....................................................................
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And the Lord of Day remained all night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the arms of Whoredom, painted white
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the pure snow driven, soft and deep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon abominations that will not sleep.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Whore:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O my Lord, how art thou weak;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How art thou senseless in thy reign.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast planted wisdom on mine cheek,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I hath invoked horror in thy brain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And defiled the holy seed of man
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To bronze his passion in the womb
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sin unto the Holy Lamb.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! I hath sheathed his purple plume
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In depths unutterable, till it blooms
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where rose and lily fold as one.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And limbs are still in crimson tombs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now the dark God's work's near done!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But hush, dost thou not hear mine womb burst
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into song, now quenched of thirst?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Harketh! dost thou hearest the moan of Hell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rise in triumphant madrigal?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
It be the solar rays of light:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It be the lunar washed of white!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Whore:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
I am the horror of thy bowel;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am the obscene whorings, come
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By fragrances both fair and foul,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I am corruption and the sum
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of man's extension into shame,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That shall by fear and bliss, enflame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy brain, by copulation's bud
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And disintegrate thy nakedness
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And giveth thee to brotherhood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the excreta of excess!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Part VII </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Holy Place </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And thus the tragedy is revealed:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Vir puris cunni - Adam's shield
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That shineth golden, from afar
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To light the darkness as a star.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Chorus:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Cometh, yea! above all this
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lies thy destiny. Thou hast seen
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">he sacred sword that lies between
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thine Angel and thine Abyss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Goeth unto the realm of light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And kiss the apex of the night!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And by thrice moons was Eden rent
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of manhood's self-slain element!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Adam:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Eve, fair Eve, be thou not afraid
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of God's cruel wonder - night and day
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where sin and shame in the same shade play.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oft' I hath seen its beauty laid
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon a tear-stained marble mount
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Within the sanctuary of unrest;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where forest beasts lie breast to breast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And taste of knowledge from the fount
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of life and death. But tremble not
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At the sword of light I wield,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For hath </span><span style="color: black;">I not this golden shield
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To reflect the agony of Eden's rot?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And changed, thus far, I must retreat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the dark forest, and there find
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A love that be not of thy kind
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That gives mine flesh to comforts, great.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Eve, fair Eve, knowest I loved thee,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet now, cannot I, my sweet, conceive
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How born of Adam's rib, my Eve
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Should'st be so blind she cannot see
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That God, in all His grace, that blessed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And gaveth man breath, created pure,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Should'st fasten woman to some fleshy core
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And wake the elements from their rest.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O dark this love, and of God's flock
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath come by different waters, gay;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath wished the gentleness away
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sought the pains thou did'st unlock.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Eve:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O Adam, weep not for thy sighing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O Adam, curse not the unknown night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I see the day upon thee dying
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And darkness where there once was light...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Adam:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hush! for the ache of flesh is pain:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I desire mine maker's hands again!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Eve:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O Adam, I hath long here dwelt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And known thy pains and always felt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That what thou seekest is wrong by God:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou treadest not the path He trod!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I fear for thee and almost wish
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou had'st thy way with eager flesh,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I cannot giveth, all ye seek:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I cannot offer shame my cheek
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And lie with sin. O what thou art
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hast wounded me within mine heart.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Adam:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O Eve, fair Eve, I am strong, yet weak,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou hast all within thee that I seek,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet I asketh thee not, for truth it be,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine body will not yield to thee.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And I am cursed to walk alone;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To shame myself before God's throne.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As mortal to immortal, met
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To find His liquid gaze is set
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the flesh that breadeth shame:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the body without name.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This in mine heart, shalt not be moved
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till unalterable love is found and loved!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I must away to solitude
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And retreateth from this painful mood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And give mine lusts a stronger bough
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To shelter fancy's fear of now.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For I hath buried the lone star of desire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Deep in the whiteness of the snow;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I hath felt its burning light expire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In sorcery, and sleepless, I go
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the sword of Liberty's light. </span><span style="color: black;">I give
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All that I hath that I may live!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And Adam was wrought with lust
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And rage and sickness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the sweet perfume and
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The darkling caress.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And great citadels of shame were his
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shadows erect in the Abyss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet what untold horrors lie in wait
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For Adam on the path of fate?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Serpent:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O fate, draw back thy bow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sing, sing long thy virtuous note
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That purity's thought cannot know
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thou art ever concealed and remote.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In thy bleak simplicity - tremble
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A</span><span style="color: black;">nd let thine arrows pierce
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto man's universe and dissemble
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With actions subtle, swift and fierce.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Break the harmony that is sorrow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Go, go with thy lustre, look
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On man's dawn and man's tomorrow
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where thine arrows hath with beauty struck
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The chambers of his dim lit reign.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here be sadness, for the bud
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of spring rejoiceth long in pain -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy rose hath drowned in brotherhood!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Adam:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O mother earth, what pains I see
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To carry this dread misery
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That in me burns both day and night -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lust, in all its colours, bright!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And in seasons pass, I alone:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Would'st to God mine heart were stone!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I lie in fate and lie with truth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For stars of Heaven be my roof
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As onward unto welcome breast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is my perfection and my rest;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where strong arms gently fold around
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The limitless wonders they hath found;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To feel the ache of thighs caressed,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Kissed by lips that hath never kissed.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Serpent:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O see the sun upon thee frame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The flowered passion of thy name.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This, thy music serves thee well
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the throne of Raphael.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This, thy guiding light of Hell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the throne of Michael.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This, thy sufferings that doth swell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the throne of Gabriel.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This, thy heartache that doth tell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Before the throne of Uriel.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Adam:</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
'Tis myself grown dim, for I am dust,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Cursed by the ache of brotherhood's breast:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wine be mine poison, bread be mine shame
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And burn the flesh of sin with flame!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Serpent:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
What devil this of thy construction?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let nature's course, divine, compete -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To lie with death is thy destruction:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">hou must tasteth the bitter and the sweet!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy downfall? Never! thou art uplifted
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the rose of God, divine.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The scent of greatness, here hath drifted:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Speaketh not of bread nor wine.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And his skin that longs for love anew
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">halt weary where desire breaks through,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And Adam in his loneliness
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shalt reflect on his lost gentleness.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But he is young and unafraid
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of what the Gods upon him laid -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The fear of man, the weight of God
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That strikes night with His blasting rod.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Break Adam, break, all concentred hate
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thy flesh and for thy fate.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Adam:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
In fields of Eden will I dream
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The hands that built me, slew me.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Through this foul sleep, I resteth not
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine dark seed - O how art
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thou sighing for brotherhood...sighing!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Serpent:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Pity not ye man of sighing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For the old moon that is dying.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This thy Kingdom thou hast won:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be strong! thus thine will be done!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Eve:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Mine womb be as the desert sands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Scorched by an everlasting sun;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mine garden foldeth in mine hands:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No rose on the horizon!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet mine womb doth sing, though barren be,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For 'tis half the fruit of humanity.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! life upon the earth - awake!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To beauty, to mine child - the snake!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Epilogue:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
On Eden's veil did'st man caress
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The splendour of his nakedness.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The wine of life was his true goal;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The crushing arrows of his soul,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And that which stained God's pure creation
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was Hell's thrice-formed abomination.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For love had'st soughtest he the most:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His desire for the Holy Ghost.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His sword thrust to the heart of reason -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thus was man's fall Eden's treason.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And faith in liberty and in light
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Crowned by the dyad of the night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet freedom cameth from afar,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond the radiating star
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That giveth truth unto the soul;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That giveth will to what we are!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And so in many splendid ways
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Did'st man desireth of its rays
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To light the Kingly regions, dim
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O'ershadowed by the seraphim,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who keepeth the secret of the fire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Saddled with its strange desire -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But man is born to seek new things
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In his earthly wanderings.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And now that man hath been ordained
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the highest sanctuary,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let splendour in his heart be framed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By Love and Light and Liberty!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For he hath crossed that great divide
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That separateth God from man;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He hath distilled pure from the void -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The universal organ!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Speech shalt flameth that within
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And destroyeth that which lies without;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His noble brow shalt look on sin
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With no shame, no fear and no doubt!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sprite:</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Looketh! see how man hurries in
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To see his evil seedlings sprout!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
The End</span><br />
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</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">CHOKMAH DAYS – A SUMMARY</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
LISTING THE OFFICERS OF THE
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">GREAT BIRTH OF THE MAGUS
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">by Audrarep</span></div>
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‘The Grade of Magus is traditionally connected with the idea of the number 2; male creative energy, wisdom and the expression of a single idea in terms of duality. It transmits the idea of the divine unity to its feminine counterpart, the understanding, somewhat as a man transmits the essence of his racial character to his wife so that he perceives his inmost nature, itself unintelligible to him directly, by observing the flowering of that essence in his son. The Hebrew title of the idea embodying these characteristics is Chokmah, whose numerical value is 73. This fact appears arbitrary and irrelevant; but it forms part of the symbolic language in which the praeterhuman intelligences who control the initiate communicate with him. Thus, my adventures in America seemed a series of stupidities for a long time. Nothing I did produced the expected results. I found myself suddenly switched from one episode to another so irrationally that I began to feel that I had somehow got into a world where causality did not obtain. The mystery only became clear when analysis disclosed that the events which threw me about in this manner occurred at almost exact intervals of 73 days, or of some multiple or sub-multiple thereof. I understood from this that 73 terrestrial days made up a single day of initiation. As soon as I had grasped this singular fact, I was able to interpret each such period by considering how its events influenced my spiritual development.’ [Confessions. Chapter 81]
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Crowley’s initiation between 1914 and 1919 is documented in his magical diary Liber LXXIII ‘The Urn – the Diary of a Magus’ which is a sequel to ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’ in The Equinox, and also detailed in ‘The Magical Records of the Beast 666’ by Symonds and Grant.
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During July Crowley had been climbing in Switzerland in preparation for a third expedition attempt in the Himalayas in 1915. However Austro Hungary declared war on Serbia on Tuesday 28th July and Crowley had to cut short his climbing trip. He descended the Jungfrau by the Rothsthal to Berne. Crowley was still in Switzerland on Saturday 1st August when Germany declared war on Russia. Crowley took a train to Paris where he stayed for one week before returning to London. No sooner had he arrived when he had an attack of phlebitis with thrombosis of his left leg which left him bed-ridden for six weeks following Sunday 6th September to around Sunday 11th October. It was unfortunate as it meant he was unable to serve his country in the war.
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<span style="color: black;">His first recorded magical act in ‘Rex de Arte Regia’ (The King on the Royal Art) occurs on Thursday 3rd September 1914 with a ‘respectable married woman’ named Marie Maddingley. Then on Sunday 6th September (recovering from his phlebitis) he sees a ‘Piccadilly prostitute’ named Christine Rosalie Byrne (‘Peggy Marchmont’).
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 14th October: Leila Waddell assisted Crowley and a ‘chorus girl’ named Violet Duval in a magical operation to heal his leg: ‘At this time my leg is still very swollen and obstinate. I have been dressed and about for 3 days, but it was a decided risk to perform the ceremony. After so long abstinence, too, it was swift and easy going; but the will seemed concentrated. It has at least loosened my brain, which had been clogged for 3 or 4 days.’ [Rex de Art Regia: The Magical Record of the Beast 666. Symonds and Grant]. Three days later Crowley saw great improvement in his leg and was able to get ‘about much as usual’.
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<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 24th October 1914, Crowley sailed from Liverpool for the USA on the Lusitania and arrived in New York on Sunday 1st November. He stayed briefly at the Hotel Wolcott, 4 West 31st Street before moving to 40 West 36th Street.
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DAY I
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 3rd November 1914-Thursday 14th January 1915
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Sunday 1st November: ‘The symptoms are still not altogether vanished. But most assuredly some three days after the rite I had the feeling of health – an indescribable but well-known sensation. I began many energetic things, made up my mind, and here I am in New York.’ [Rex de Art Regia: The Magical Record of the Beast 666. Symonds and Grant].
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 12th November: Crowley sold some of his books to the American lawyer and book collector John Quinn (1870-1924).
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 13th November: Crowley met with George Winslow Plummer (1876-1944) the Supreme Magus of the Societas Rosicruciana in America.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 14th November 10.30-11.30 p.m.: Elsie Edwards.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 21st November: ‘The most anxious solicitude fails to discover any fault in the leg. This is a month earlier than the doctor’s prognostic.’ [Rex de Art Regia: The Magical Record of the Beast 666. Symonds and Grant].
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 23rd November: Grace Harris.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 29th November: Crowley gives a lecture on Buddhism. He was asked to give several lectures on religious and magical subjects. His leg was still giving him pain but on the whole his health was much better.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 1st December: Grace Harris.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 6th December: Crowley gives a lecture on Magick at 32 West 58th Street.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 13th December 2.35 p.m.: Grace Harris.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 15th December: Crowley dined with John Quinn who bought another collection of books from him. 11.40 p.m. Lea Dewey, ‘Dutch prostitute’.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 17th December: Crowley received $500 from John Quinn for the books.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23rd December: Crowley wrote the ‘psalms’, ‘The Holy Hymns to the Great Gods of Heaven’. 8.07 p.m. Grace Harris.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 27th December 11.40 p.m. Grace Harris.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th December 10.46 p.m.: Lea Dewey.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 1st January: Crowley concludes that ‘Mercury is Lord of New York City’ and he begins daily invocations of him using the ritual in Liber Israfel sub figura LXIV. These first three Chokmah Days are filled by silence and solitude.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 2nd January: Aimee Gouraud called to see Crowley. 9 p.m. Lea Dewey.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.30 a.m. 2.00 p.m. 9.30 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 4th January: Crowley speaks at a club, probably on magick and Buddhism. Invocation of Mercury: 9.30 a.m. 2.30 p.m. 11.35 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 5th January: Crowley recites (possibly his poetry) at a reception. 8.50 p.m. Grace Harris. Invocation of Mercury: 10.30 a.m. 4.30 p.m. 10.15 p.m. ‘followed by Dharana on Caduceus, the W[inged] G[lobe] being in the cerebellum and the staff in the spine. Not very good and yet near Dhyana.’...’I do not seem to have noted that I brought in the new (vulgar) year by the Thoth invocation, followed by Enochian Calls, and then the Bornless One.’ [Rex de Art Regia: The Magical Record of the Beast 666. Symonds and Grant].
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 6th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.00 a.m. 6.20 p.m. 8.40 p.m. 11.35 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 7th January: Crowley’s address at this time is 170 West 72nd Street, New York. Invocation of Mercury: 11.00 a.m. 3.45 p.m. 12.20 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 8th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.45 a.m. 2.10 p.m. 9.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.45 a.m. 4.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th January 3.20 p.m.: Lea Dewey. 4 p.m. Crowley visited Aimee Gouraud. Invocation of Mercury: 10.45 a.m. 1.30 p.m. 11.30 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 11th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.45 a.m. 1.30 p.m. 12.30 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 12th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.45 a.m. 1.30 p.m. 6.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 13th January: Invocation of Mercury: 11.00 a.m. 1.30 p.m. 12.15 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 14th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.00 a.m. 2.00 p.m. 11.20 p.m.
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DAY II
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 15th January 1915-Sunday 28th March 1915
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Friday 15th January: Invocation of Mercury: 11.00 a.m. 4.00 p.m. 8.20 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th January 9.12 p.m.: Margaret Pitcher. Invocation of Mercury: 10.35 a.m. 6.00 p.m. 12.50 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 17th January: Invocation of Mercury: 11.50 a.m. 3.10 p.m. 12.20 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 18th January: Invocation of Mercury: 11.00 a.m. 1.20 p.m. 10.45 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 19th January: Invocation of Mercury: 11.50 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 20th January: Invocation of Mercury: 9.20 a.m. 8.40 p.m. 11.10 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 21st January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.45 a.m. (with LBR, Lesser Banishing Ritual performed before invocation). 2.00 p.m. 11.55 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 22nd January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.40 a.m. (with LBR). 2.30 p.m. (with LBR). 9.20 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 23rd January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.35 a.m. (with LBR). 3.20 p.m. 8.30 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 24th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.50 a.m. (with LBR). 2.00 p.m. 3.20 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 25th January: Invocation of Mercury: 2.35 a.m. 10.40 a.m. (with LBR)> 5.55 p.m. 11.50 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 26th January 9.15 p.m. and 10.13 p.m.: Lola Auguste Grumbacher nee Oliviera. Invocation of Mercury: 10.40 a.m. (with LBR). 3.15 p.m. 9.15 p.m. 10.25 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.30 a.m. (with LBR). 3.40 p.m. 8.35 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 28th January: Invocation of Mercury: 10.40 a.m. (with LBR). 3.27 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 29th January 4.05 p.m.: Lola Auguste Grumbacher nee Oliviera. Invocation of Mercury: 10.50 a.m. (with LBR). 10.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 30th January 3.47 p.m.: Soror Aimee Crocker Gouraud. Invocation of Mercury: 10.55 a.m. (with LBR). 4.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 1st February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.50 a.m. (with LBR). 2.15 p.m. 10.30 p.m. </span><br />
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Tuesday 2nd February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.30 a.m. (with LBR). 3.30 p.m. 10.50 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 3rd February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.40 a.m. (with LBR). 3.40 p.m. 10.05 p.m. 11.59 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 4th February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.35 a.m. (with LBR). 3.00 p.m. 12.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 5th February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.30 a.m. (with LBR). 2.00 p.m. 11.40 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 6th February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.55 a.m. (with LBR). 3.00 p.m. 8.20 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 7th February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.50 a.m. (with LBR). 4.15 p.m. 10.50 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 8th February: Invocation of Mercury: 11.50 a.m. 4.15 p.m. 11.20 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 9th February: Invocation of Mercury: 11.10 a.m. 3.05 p.m. 12.15 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 10th February: Invocation of Mercury: 10.40 a.m. 5.55 p.m. 10.50 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 11th February 5.31 p.m.: Lea Dewey. Invocation of Mercury: 11.45 a.m. 11.25 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 12th February: Invocation of Mercury: 11.40 a.m. 1.00 p.m. 12.45 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 13th February 8.54 p.m.: Lea Dewey. Leila Waddell left Liverpool bound for the United States. Invocation of Mercury: 10.40 a.m. 5.50 p.m. 9.30 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 14th February: Invocation of Mercury: 2.30 p.m. 11.15 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 21st February: Leila is recorded assisting Crowley in a magical operation.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 4th March 2.55 p.m.: Lea Dewey.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 9th March: Invocation of Mercury: 1.05 p.m. 4.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 10th March: Invocation of Mercury: 12.15 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 19th March 3.35 a.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez). 6.50 p.m. Leila waddell.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 26th March 11.31 p.m.: Lea Dewey.
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DAY III
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 29th March 1915-Wednesday 9th June 1915
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Wednesday 31st March 11.15 p.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 8th April 3.11 a.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 12th April 2.20 a.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 19th April 3.02 a.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 21st April 1.56 a.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 29th April 1 a.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 3rd May 10.52 p.m.: Helen Marshall.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 4th May 8.47 p.m.: Leila Waddell.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 8th May 8.37 p.m.: Viola.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 14th May 11.56 p.m.: Doris Carlisle (or Edwards or Gomez).
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 22nd May: Crowley visits a Turkish bath house and in the steam room at 2.14 a.m. he performs fellatio on a ‘stranger’. At 3.34 a.m. another ‘stranger’ enters the ‘fundament of the King’ [Crowley]. And at 3.54 a.m. a third ‘stranger’ enters the ‘fundament of the King’.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 23rd May 9.30 p.m.: Marie Low.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 29th May: Crowley visits the Turkish bath house again and at 2.35 a.m. a ‘stranger’ enters ‘the fundament of the King’.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 30th May 2.03 a.m.: A ‘stranger’ [Mr Finch] enters ‘the fundament of the King’.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2nd June 12.25 a.m.: ‘Julia Robertson’.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 4th June 9.50-10.50 p.m.: Crowley met Mr Finch again (whom he probably met in the bath house).
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 6th June 10 p.m.: Crowley meets Mr Finch again.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 9th June 1.54 p.m.: ‘Mamie’
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DAY IV
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 10th June 1915-Saturday 21st August 1915
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Thursday 10th June: Crowley met Jean Robert Foster nee Oliver (born: 10th March 1879- died: 22nd September 1970), a poet born in New York, she married a man named Matlock Foster in 1896. She became the first ‘officer’ to assist Crowley in his initiation and because of her feline physiognomy she was given the name of the Cat Officer. She also became Crowley’s 3rd Scarlet Woman: Soror Hilarion. The same evening Crowley also met Helen Westley (1879-1942). She was born in Brooklyn and she became the Snake Officer.
Sunday 13th June 4.25 p.m.: Laura Brown.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th June 12.21 a.m.: ‘Lilian’.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 3rd July: Statue of Liberty: </span><br />
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‘I thought I would do something more public. I wrote a long parody on the Declaration of Independence and applied it to Ireland.
I invited a young lady violinist who has some Irish blood in her, behind the more evident stigmata of the ornithorhyncus and the wombat. Adding to our number about four other debauched persons on the verge of delirium tremens, we went out in a motor boat before dawn on the third of July to the rejected statue of Commerce for the Suez Canal, which Americans fondly suppose to be Liberty Enlightening The World.
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<span style="color: black;">There I read my Declaration of Independence. I threw an old envelope into the bay, pretending that it was my British passport. We hoisted the Irish flag. The violinist played the "Wearing of the Green". The crews of the interned German ships cheered us all the way up the Hudson, probably because they estimated the degree of our intoxication with scientific precision. Finally, we went to Jack's for breakfast, and home to sleep it off.’ [Confessions. Chapter 76] </span><br />
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Thursday 8th July: Crowley and Foster are sexually intimate for the first time.
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DAY V
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 22nd August 1915-Tuesday 2nd November 1915
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Wednesday 6th October: Crowley leaves New York to travel the West Coast. Hilarion and her husband also make the journey and Crowley and Hilarion manage to find moments to be together. He travels to Detroit, Chicago, Vancouver, Victoria, Seattle, San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Los Angeles, San Diego and the Grand Canyon.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 12th October (Crowley’s 40th birthday) he takes the grade of Magus. ‘The next important stage in my initiation was the formal proclamation of my attainment. As the Master of the Temple I wore a seal ring; the lapis lazuli, engraved with my cipher, was covered by a platinum lid studded with pyramids to represent the City in which the Masters of the Temple abide. On October 12th, in the train from Chicago to Vancouver, while engaged in my annual Sammasati meditation upon my Path since the previous birthday, I was suddenly impelled to tear off this lid. A little later I left the train; and on reaching the hotel found that the lapis lazuli had dropped out of its setting. In the morning I sought and found it on the platform of the station, broken into seven pieces. I picked them up and put them away with the utmost care in my travelling safe, intending to distribute them on my death to my nearest representatives. Just over a year later, looking through my belongings, the packet was missing. (I have noticed that every time I receive an important initiation, some cherished article mysteriously disappears. It may be a pipe, a pen or what not: but it is always an object which is impregnated with my personality by constant use or special veneration. I cannot remember a single occasion when this has not happened. The theory is that the elementals or familiar spirits in attendance on the Magician exact, so to speak, a tip on all important occasions of rejoicing.) My idea in tearing off the lid was to proclaim ceremonially that I would come out of the darkness of the City of the Pyramids.’ [Confessions. Chapter 81]
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DAY VI
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 3rd November 1915-Friday 14th January 1916
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A terrible ordeal: The Cat leaves Crowley for her husband and Crowley must sever all magical ties with the Cat and destroy her.
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<span style="color: black;">December: Crowley’s address at this time is: 25 West 44th Street, New York City. He takes the name of Cyril Grey.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 1st January: Crowley writes ‘The Message of the Master Therion’.
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DAY VII
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 15th January 1916-Monday 27th March 1916
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Friday 28th January: Florence Galy.
Crowley breaks the relationship with the Cat with a banishing ritual.
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<span style="color: black;">February: Leila Waddell returns to New York.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 25th February 5.25 p.m.: Leila Waddell.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 1st March 9.05 a.m.: Leila Waddell.
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DAY VIII
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 28th March 1916-Thursday 8th June 1916
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During this Chokmah Day Crowley meets Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy, nee Richards (1885-1958) also known as Ratan Devi. She becomes the Monkey Officer. He also meets Gerda Sofia Gebauer nee Schumann (1896-1967) whom Crowley calls Gerda Maria von Khotek. She was born in Dresden, Germany and she becomes the Owl Officer. Crowley felt he had to choose between them and so he chose the Monkey Officer. </span><br />
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Wednesday 29th March 12.35 p.m.: Carter.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 5th April 7.50 p.m.: Lilian Ham.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 10th April 12.20 a.m.: Lydia (probably Lydia Cabo).
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 12th April 2.20 p.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 13th April 1.50 p.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 15th April (evening and next day 16th April): Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 20th April 10.30 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 22nd April 9.50 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 23rd April 4.00 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 24th April 10.00 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 26th April 6.15 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 27th April 10.15 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 28th April (near midnight): Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 1st May 11.00 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 3rd May 10.00 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 17th May (in Philadelphia): Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 18th May (in Philadelphia): Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 19th May (in New York): Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 25th<span style="color: black;"> May</span> 8.30 p.m. Washington D.C.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 27th May 10.00 p.m. (open air): Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 4th June 10.25 p.m. New York: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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DAY IX
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 9th June 1916-Sunday 20th August 1916
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Saturday 10th June 1.20 a.m.: Leila Waddell.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 12th June 9.30 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 16th June 10.45 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 18th June 1.00 a.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 20th June 10.20 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 21st June (Summer Solstice): At 10 p.m. Charles Stansfeld Jones, Frater Achad, took the Oath of the Abyss and was born as a Babe of the Abyss.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Monkey Officer went to England and Crowley went on a Great Magical Retirement in June to Adam’s Cottage, Lake Pasquaney, Bristol, New Hampshire. The cottage was owned by the astrologer Evangeline Adams (1868-1932).
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 23rd June 9.00 p.m. Adam’s Cottage, New Hampshire: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 24th June 9.00 a.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 25th June 9.00 a.m. and 9.00 p.m.: Ethel Alice Coomaraswamy.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 28th June: At Adam’s Cottage, Lake Pasquaney: at 7.30 p.m. Crowley took ‘200 drops Chocolate base preparation Anh(alonium) Lew(inii)’ then at 10.30 p.m. he records in his diary </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Awhile ago I had cut down a great tree, whose fork was marvellous like unto the thighs of a Goddess. This I set up upon a stone, and putting another part of the trunk – with a similar but smaller fork – for a Phallus, I did enflame this giant copulation by my magick art. And first the Phallus became as the head of a great serpent, even the eye and ear marked aright, and he visibly taking pleasure in his kisses to that mighty Vulva. Last he fell exhausted, and the head being burnt through, I did then erect the shaft against that mighty Love; then they glowed and flamed right gleefully together; even unto this hour.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 29th June: At 6 a.m. he writes ‘At 5 I work and have now broken my fast, etc. The great copulation is still glowing red, the Phallus almost eaten through below the glans, yet still erect and joyous.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 3rd July: At Adam’s Cottage, Crowley wrote ‘De Thaumaturgia’.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 11th July: Crowley hears of Jones’s attainment. He notes in his diary: ‘This removes a bar to my full grade of 9°=2□. (I had heard before, by wire, on descending from the train at Bristol [New Hampshire]; but I had a blind fit on)’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 12th July: The Great Storm at Lake Pasquaney and Crowley witnesses the fire ball at the Cottage. He writes in his diary: ‘A storm struck the lake; I went out to put my canoe in safety. Returning, I found a father, mother, and child who had taken refuge under my roof. I was wet through, and went into the Middle Chamber of the cottage to change my clothes. I had just got the clean shirt on, and was stooping for the trousers, when a globe of fire burst a few inches from my right foot. A spark sprang to the middle joint of the middle finger of my left hand.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’] It was also on this day that the Monkey Officer miscarried Crowley’s child.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 16th July: Crowley wrote ‘Good Hunting’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 17th July: Crowley performs the ceremony in which he captures a frog and baptises it as Jesus Christ. ‘Performed the ceremony of the assumption of the curse of the Grade of Magus:
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<span style="color: black;">O. The Mystery of Conception about 2 a.m.
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<span style="color: black;">I. The Mystery of Birth about 6 a.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">II. The Mystery of Baptism about noon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">III. The Mystery of Worship all day.
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<span style="color: black;">IV. The Mystery of Trial 9.00 p.m.
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<span style="color: black;">V. The Mystery of Crucifixion 9.30 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">VI. The Mystery of Resurrection and Ascension 9.45’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 22nd July: Crowley is in Boston, Massachusets.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 23rd July (about midnight) Boston Massachusets: Marie Roussel.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 24th July: Crowley returns to Adam’s Cottage, Lake Pasquaney.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 26th July: Crowley wrote ‘The Law of Liberty’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 30th July: Crowley wrote ‘Filo de Se’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 4th August: Crowley wrote ‘Black and Silver’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 5th August: Crowley wrote ‘An Epistle to Parzival’ [see Liber CCC ‘Khabs am Pekht’]
Friday 11th August: A local girl becomes Crowley’s stenographer and because of her resemblance to a frog she becomes the Frog Officer.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 12th August 6.00 p.m. Boston, Massachusets: Marie Roussel.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 13th August (and previous night): a ‘stranger’ in the fundament of the King.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 14th August: Crowley writes Liber CVI ‘Concerning Death’.
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DAY X
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 21st August 1916-Wednesday 1st November 1916
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The Monkey Officer pleads with Crowley to take her back. He does not.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23rd August: The Star Sponge Vision:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Now with regard to my magical work strictly speaking, its character was presumably determined by my Grade. The Magus corresponds to the Sephira Chokmah, whose manifestation in the universe is Masloth, the Sphere of the Fixed Stars. It was accordingly proper that I should receive a revelation of the universe in this aspect. I began my meditation with no special objective in view. Almost immediately (instead of after a long- continued effort, as had been the case generally speaking in the past) I obtained a Samadhi of which my conscious memory brought back the account "Nothingness and twinkles", adding subsequently "but what twinkles!" This Samadhi developed in the course of time, as I repeated it, into such importance that I feel almost justified in calling it the radix of my whole philosophical outlook. I have described it, giving historical details, in my Comment on The Book of the Law, ch. I, v. 59. It seems convenient to quote this in this place, as throwing light upon the progress of my inmost apprehension of the universe from this time forward.
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<span style="color: black;">THE "STAR-SPONGE" VISION
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<span style="color: black;">There is a vision of a peculiar character which has been of cardinal importance in my interior life, and to which constant reference is made in my magical diaries. So far as I know, there is no extant description of this vision anywhere, and I was surprised on looking through my records to find that I had given no clear account of it myself.
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<span style="color: black;">The vision developed gradually. It was repeated on so many occasions that I am unable to say at what period it may be called complete.
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<span style="color: black;">I was on a retirement in a cottage overlooking Lake Pasquaney in New Hampshire. I lost consciousness of everything but a universal space in which were innumerable bright points, and I realized this as a physical representation of the universe, in what I may call its essential structure. I exclaimed, "Nothingness with twinkles!" I concentrated upon this vision, with the result that the void space which had been the principal element of it diminished in importance; space appeared to be ablaze, yet the radiant points were not confused, and I thereupon completed my sentence with the exclamation, "but what twinkles!"
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<span style="color: black;">The next stage of this vision led to an identification of the blazing points with the stars of the firmament, with ideas, souls, etc. I perceived also that each star was connected by a ray of light with each other star. In the world of ideas each thought possessed a necessary relation with each other thought; each such relation is of course a thought in itself; each such ray is itself a star. It is here that the logical difficulty first presents itself. The seer has a direct perception of infinite series. Logically, therefore, it would appear as if the entire space must be filled up with a homogeneous blaze of light. This however is not the case. The space is completely full and yet the monads which fill it are perfectly distinct. The ordinary reader might well exclaim that such statements exhibit symptoms of mental confusion.
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<span style="color: black;">A further development of the vision brought to the consciousness that the structure of the universe was highly organized, that certain stars were of greater magnitude and brilliancy than the rest.
While at Montauk, I had put my sleeping bag to dry in the sun. When I went to take it in, I remarked, laughingly, "Your bedtime, Master Bag," as if it were a small boy and I its nurse. This was entirely frivolous; but the thought flashed into my mind that after all the bag was in one sense a part of myself. The two ideas came together with a snap, and I understood the machinery of a man's delusion that he is a teapot.
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<span style="color: black;">From this I came to another discovery: I perceived why platitudes were stupid. The reason was that they represented the summing up of trains of thought, each of which was superb in every detail at one time. A platitude was like a wife after a few years; she has lost none of her charms, and yet one prefers some perfectly worthless woman.
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<span style="color: black;">It would be quite impracticable to go fully into the subject of this vision of the Star-Sponge. It must suffice to reiterate that it has been the basis of most of my work for the last five years, and to remind the reader that the essential form of it is "Nothingness with twinkles".’ [Confessions. Chapter 82]
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th August: Crowley wrote ‘The Priest of Nemi’ which became ‘The King of the Woods’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 31st August: Crowley begins writing ‘The Mass of St Secaire’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 1st September: Crowley finished writing ‘The Mass of St Secaire’.He also finished dictating ‘The Gospel According to St. Bernard Shaw’ Liber DCCCLXXXVIII to the Frog Officer.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 2nd September: Crowley writes ‘The Burning of Melcarth’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd September: Crowley begins writing ‘The Corycian Cave’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 4th September: Crowley finishes writing ‘The Corycian Cave’. 10.30 p.m.: Doris Gomez.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 6th September: Crowley begins writing ‘The Priestess of Cybelle’, which became ‘The Stone of Cybelle’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 7th September: Crowley finishes writing ‘The Priestess of Cybell’. 11.20 p.m.: Doris Gomez.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 8th September: Crowley begins writing ‘The God of Ibreez’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th September: Crowley finishes writing ‘The God of Ibreez’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th September: Crowley begins writing ‘The Old Man of the Peepul Tree’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 11th September: Crowley finishes writing ‘The Old Man of the Peepul Tree’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 13th September: Crowley begins writing ‘The Hearth’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 14th September: Crowley finishes writing ‘The Hearth’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 15th September: Crowley had a visitor at the cottage, Professor Lindley Miller Keasbey (1867-1946) of the University of Texas Department of Economics and Political Science. [not long after his visit Keasbey was dismissed from the University in Austin, Texas].
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 23rd September: Crowley was busy revising ‘The Gospel According to St. Bernard Shaw’. Also at this time he was reading Frazer’s ‘The Golden Bough’ and Jung’s ‘Psychology of the Unconscious’. ‘The word of the Equinox’ assisted by Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 25th September 10.30 p.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th September 12.30 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 29th September 1.20 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 30th September 8.45 p.m. and 11.45 p.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 3rd October: Crowley writes in his diary: ‘I note the period March 29 to Aug 22 as that in Egyptian rituals where one has a lot of small gods in the pylons. So here I had officers monkey, rat, frog and ram.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]. I have not been able to discover the identities of the ‘rat’ and the ‘ram’ officers. 12.35 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 4th October 4.35 p.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 5th October 12.15 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 7th October 12.45 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 9th October 12.30 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 12th October 7.45 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 14th October 2.10 a.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 16th October: Crowley got on the wrong train trying to return to New York and travelled to Potter’s Place. Crowley wrongly assumes it to be in Massachusets but it is actually Potter Place, New Hampshire, near Andover. It is possible he stayed overnight and he used the location for his setting of his story ‘Psychic Compensation’ in his ‘Simon Iff, Psychoanalyst’.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 17th October: Crowley is in New York. [He remains there until the morning of Sunday 9th December].
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DAY XI
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 2nd November 1916-Saturday 13th January 1917
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Friday 3rd November 3.45 p.m.: Vera Gilbert.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 7th November (late): Anna Grey.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 9th November 3.35 p.m.: Anna Grey.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 12th November 2.35 a.m.: Doris Gomez.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 19th November 9.30 p.m.: Anna Grey.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 20th November 11.45 p.m.: Anna Grey.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 1st December 4.00 p.m.: Anna Grey.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 5th December 5.00 p.m.: Anna Grey.
The end of the Great Magical Retirement at Adam’s Cottage, Lake Pasquaney.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th December: Crowley travels from New York to New Orleons and stays at a hotel in the French Quarter on Dauphine Street.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th December 8.50 p.m. New Orleons: Irene Standfield.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 11th December 3.55 p.m.: Irene Standfield.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 13th December 10.30 p.m.: Eleanore Jackson.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 15th December: Crowley goes on ‘strike’ until he receives ‘better working conditions’ from the Secret Chiefs: ‘Twice recently the Lord has showed me signal favour, by sending a sufficient sum of money when I was within a dollar or so of actual starvation. It is really very kind of Him, and I am aware that this is the usual practice in such cases, but I have had about ten years of it, and “I’m through”. I don’t care what the practice is; my faith is in perfect working order, I enjoy the Beatific Vision practically without cessation; I’m not complaining. I’m merely going on strike. For my power to work is being hampered exceedingly by the constant worries about things like stenographers and printers. The Book of the Law is quite clear, we are to have a good time in the ordinary sense of the word. And if the Book is wrong, then the whole question lapses... I therefore down tools until I have (1) a competent stenographer (2) money enough in hand to see me comfortably through until the Equinox of Spring, this to include payment of all American liabilities and clothes (3) a guarantee – by some signal sign or in some more practical manner – that all will be well in future> I intend to interpret this in the most liberal way; and shall add to it this fourth demand (4) means of publishing immediately all MSS. Except those destined for Equinox III.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th December: Crowley breaks the ‘strike’ and resumes magical work.
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DAY XII
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 14th January 1917-Tuesday 27th March 1917
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Sunday 14th January: Crowley records that he had completed the six stories for his ‘Scrutinies of Simon Iff’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 15th January: Crowley begins writing the Simon Iff novel [Moonchild].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 31st January 8.30 p.m.: Eleanore Jackson.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 1st February 4.30 p.m.: ‘sister’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 4th February 8.15 p.m.: ‘sister’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 9th February: Crowley, after leaving New Orleaons, arrives at his cousin Lawrence Bishop’s plantation in Titusville, Florida.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 4th March 10.00 a.m.: Titusville ‘Maddy’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 6th March: Crowley writes in his diary: ‘Threatened severe frost. I averted same, to repay my cousin for his hospitality. The Op. was very remarkable. I went out at noon, in bitter cold and high wind; and I willed. I then slept very deeply for three hours, and woke in still, warm weather, with the sun shining. The forecasts had given several days of cold; and forecasts in America are very different to those in England; they rarely go wrong.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
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DAY XIII
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 28th March 1917-Saturday 9th June 1917
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Thursday 29th March 08.03 a.m.: Crowley leaves the plantation at Titusville, Florida.
Crowley travels to New York.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 1st April 5.00 p.m.: Anna Grey.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 17th April 5.50 p.m.: Howard.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 22nd April: Crowley had been having doubts and so he meditates upon Mercury: ‘I said to myself that the obvious first step was to invoke Mercury. I instantly found myself, with a little internal laugh simmering in my solar plexus, saying, “But I am Mercury.” The suppressed chuckle was cut short suddenly by that feeling akin to alarm which a man often feels when he is sitting up late at night enjoying a book, and is suddenly reminded, perhaps by some slight noise, of some serious matter; an unexpected visitor, can it be, outside his door? For I was aware that there was something more in what I was saying to myself than its plain implication, and it came to me by some inscrutable instinct to couch the idea otherwise. “Mercurius sum,” I murmured, and now the unheard voice, not so loud as a whisper yet more compelling than a burst of thunder, told me without the use of language, “No, that isn’t it, say it in Greek.”’ - Ερμης ειμι [Epsilon rho mu eta sigma epsilon iota mu iota] has the numeration value of 418, the Magical Formula of the Aeon of Horus. [Confessions. Chapter 84] </span><br />
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Friday 4th May: Crowley has a dream in which his mother Emily has died.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 6th May: Crowley hears of his mother’s death.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 27th May 12.05 a.m.: May Lewinstein.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 28th May: Anita.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th May: Anita.
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..............................the end of the first half of initiation..............................
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DAY XIV
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th June 1917-Tuesday 21st August 1917
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Crowley notices that the next half of his initiation, the ‘officers’ become ‘guides’ through the desert to the ‘House of the <span style="color: black;">Juggler’</span> in which a Magus symbolically lives rather than administers of certain ordeals, for in fact, he had passed the ordeals.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The next ‘Officer’ appears and she is Anna Catherine Miller, a ‘Pennsylvania Dutch woman’. Crowley met her in August at a Singalese curry house on 8th Avenue. Crowley and Miller took a furnished flat in a corner house at Central Park West, near 110th Street. Because of her resemblance to Anubis, she becomes the Dog Officer.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th June 11.30 p.m.: Helen Huljus.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 22nd July 2.30 p.m.: Anna Grey.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 11th August 4.00 p.m.: Anita.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 13th August: Lionel Q____.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 14th August 6.30 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller ‘the Dog’.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 16th August 11.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 18th August 11.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 19th August 4.30 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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DAY XV
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 22nd August 1917-Friday 2nd November 1917
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Wednesday 22nd August 9.10 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 23rd August 6.30 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 24th August 8.33 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 25th August 10.30 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 26th August 11.00 a.m. and 10.30 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 28th August 10.10 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 29th August 11.00 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 31st August 8.40 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 1st September 10.00 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 2nd September 5.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 3rd September 2.15 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 5th September 10.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 7th September 6.30 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 9th September 12.45 a.m. and 2.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 11th September 6.30 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 13th September 11.50 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 15th September 6.20 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 16th September 10.00 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 18th September 11.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 19th September 11.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 21st September 7.10 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 22nd September 11.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 28th September 1.00 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 30th September 5.15 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Early October: The Dog Officer shows sign of being an alcoholic and Crowley leaves the flat they share and finds a studio on West 9th Street which he shares with the Dog’s friend, Roddie Minor.
Roddie Minor, whom Crowley met on Monday 1st October, was born in Georgia in 1884 (she died in Virginia in 1979) and she was married at the time of her meeting with Crowley, for she is also known as Mrs Zain. Crowley also calls her ‘Eve’ and because she has come to Crowley at a dry period, magically, she is to guide him across the desert; she is therefore given the title of the Camel Officer. She also becomes Crowley’s Scarlet Woman, Soror Achita.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 1st October 8.20 p.m.: Roddie Minor, ‘the Camel’.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 3rd October 11.50 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 4th October 8.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 5th October 10.00 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 9th October 10.15 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 11th October 12.10 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 12th October: Crowley’s 42nd birthday. 11.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 13th October 7.00 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 14th – Tuesday 16th October: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 18th October 11.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 19th October 11.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 21st October 11.00 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 22nd October 12.40 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 23rd October 11.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 26th October (late): Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 28th October 9.50 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 30th October: Roddie Minor.
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DAY XVI
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 3rd November 1917-Monday 14th January 1918
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Saturday 3rd November 12.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 4th November 7.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 6th November 4.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 10th November: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 11th November: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 15th November 11.40 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 24th November p.m.: Roddie Minor.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 25th November a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 27th November 10.15 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 5th December 7.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 8th December: Crowley begins his first story in the series called ‘Simon Iff in America’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 9th December 12.20 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 11th December 11.40 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 13th December 10.20 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 16th December 4.40 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 16th – Saturday 22nd December: Crowley writes a further five stories for ‘Simon Iff in America’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 21st December 11.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
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<span style="color: black;"> Saturday 22nd – Thursday 27th December: Crowley writes another four more stories for ‘Simon Iff in America’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 25th December: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 29th December 11.40 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 30th December 3.40 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 1st January 5.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 4th January 10.30-11.10 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller and Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 7th January 2.20 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 11th January 10.00 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
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<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">aturday 12th January 1.00 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller and 10.00 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller and Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 14th January, 12.10 a.m.: The Camel has the first of many spirit communications from the wizard named Amalantrah (729) in what will be known as the Amalantrah Working.
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‘While with The Lady of Our Dreams I had a vision of Myself being a spreading candlestick with thirteen candles. Over each flame was the opening of a tube which could hold water as a fountain. These tubes met the flame in a throbbing vibration which became almost excruciating when suddenly the part of the candlestick above the stem or staff, broke off and became a crown. The crown floated in the air tilted at a slight angle and a circle which was a halo came down from heaven and dropped into the crown. In the centre a wand came and then it all hovered above the candlestick with a veil round it. The veil in some ways appeared as rays of light. After I told this vision T[herion] talked a long while about the number 93; how adepts were tested when they brought messages; and how messages had been sent to him through the Scarlet Woman.
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<span style="color: black;">I had another vision of myself being thirteen naked women lying in a row and all being caressed at one time. When I told this to T., in a somewhat indirect manner, he suggested that I see if I could get any messages through visions or otherwise.
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<span style="color: black;">I began by asking for a vision containing a message. I first heard gurgling water and saw a dark farmhouse in among trees and green fields. The house and other things disappeared and a dark yoni appeared just where the house had stood. I then asked where will a message come from? Immediately soldiers with guns appeared lounging about the place and a king on a throne where the house had stood. I then asked again for a message and saw an egg in which were many tiny convolutions of some flesh-like substance which would form something. The egg was placed in an oblong as in a picture. Around it were clouds, trees, mountains and water, called the `four elements'. A camel appeared in front of the whole picture. I next tried to find out who the king was. He looked more like Prof. Shotwell than anyone else. That is, he was `simple, democratic' and very learned and fine. He was certainly not a king belonging to any kingdom limited by a country's borders, but was a king of men, or a king of the world. I asked his name and the word `Ham' appeared between the egg in the oblong and the soldiers around the king. i.e. King of Egypt?
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<span style="color: black;">The king went out to one side and a wizard linked his arm in the king's as they disappeared. The wizard looked at me significantly as they left. It was a sort of look as if one would almost wink. He was an old man, with gray beard, dressed in a long black gown. He was infinitely wise. They seemed to go to a cave in the base of a low mountain on the shore of a large body of water. A spring of sparkling cool water bubbled up through a barrel near the mouth of the cave. I went into the cave and saw them doing something mysterious with a revolver. The wizard had the revolver. What they were going to do was a joke of some kind, but the wizard looked grim about it. At T.'s suggestion I went up to them and said, ``I am Eve.'' This seemed to stop everything. They both disappeared with the cave. Very soon I saw the king sitting in a niche covered with a canopy, cut in the side of the mountain. In quite another place the wizard was sitting under a tree fanning himself. At T.'s suggestion I went up to him and asked him his name. I became very frightened and had the same sensation as when I spoke to him in the cave. It was a kind of shyness and awe. He only smiled at me and would not speak. It seemed that I did not know enough for him to speak with me. In order for him to say anything to me I should have to build a fire of sticks, which he showed me how to do. There was a baby in some way connected with the act of my building the fire which was like a ritual. Then a most beautiful lion was standing by the fire. The wizard was standing and still held one or two sticks in his hand. He smiled and said, ``Child.'' I then saw a most beautiful naked boy 5 or 6 years old dancing and playing in the woods in front of us. T. asked how he would look dressed and when I saw him in conventional clothes he looked very uncomfortable and repressed. He looked as if he should be dressed in skins such as tigers'. To one side near the place where I made the fire was a large turtle standing up as a penguin stands.
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<span style="color: black;">The wizard was very happy and satisfied looking. He sat down and reached out his hand to me and had me sit down beside him. As we watched the boy he put his left arm around me tenderly and placed my head on the left side of his chest near the shoulder.
He said, ``It's all in the egg.''’ [Liber XCVII The Amalantrah Working]
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DAY XVII
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 15th January 1918-Thursday 28th March 1918
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During this period, other officers appear who assist with the Amalantrah Working. Three officers become the Scorpion Officers and they are: the Canadian singer Eve Tanguay (1878-1947), Soror Darola (306); Marie Roehling [Marie Lavrov] born 1891 in Odessa. She is Soror Olun (156), the Dragon. Dorothy A. Troxel (1896-1986), a Russian musician, she is Soror Wesrun (333 or 888). Another officer of this time is Elsa Lowensohn Lincke, born 1864 and she is Soror Bazedon (444).
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 15th January (evening): Santas Occasio.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 17th January 1.20 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 19th January 9.00 p.m. - Sunday 20th January 7.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 20th January: Amalantrah Working. 3 a.m. and 4 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 24th January 10.00 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller and Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 25th January: Amalantrah Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 27th January (early morn): Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 29th January 10.00 p.m.: Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th January: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 31st January: Crowley writes in his diary: ‘Since last entry there has been the initiation of a new and very strong magical current. Eve [Roddie Minor, the Camel] has been getting visions and messages, evidently authentic, since her informant solved the problem of the spelling of Baphomet, and other things which had baffled me for a long time.’ [Liber LXXIII ‘the Urn’]
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 2nd February: Amalantrah Working. 2.30 a.m. Also: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd February: Amalantrah Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 6th February (evening): Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 7th February 9.30 p.m. – 11.00 p.m.: Anna Catherine Miller and Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th – Monday 11th February: Amalantrah Working. 5.20 p.m. 7.10 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th – Monday 11th February: Anna Catherine Miller and Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 11th February: Leon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 12th February: Amalantrah Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th February: Amalantrah Working.10 p.m. Anna Catherine Miller and Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 17th February: Amalantrah Working. 1.30 a.m. 11 a.m. 8 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 18th February 12.40 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 21st February 4.00 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 26th February 7.45 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th February 7.57 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 28th February 9.30 a.m. – 11.00 a.m.: Walter Gray. Also later: Roddie Minor and Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd March 10.00 a.m.: Roddie Minor. Amalantrah Working. 1.15 p.m. 2.05 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 7th March 11.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th March 10.40 p.m.: Roddie Minor. Amalantrah Working. 9.50 and 10.40
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th March 3.50 p.m.: : Roddie Minor. Amalantrah Working. 12.20 a.m. 4.30 a.m. 9 a.m. 2.35 p.m. 3.50 p.m. 6 p.m. 6.25 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 14th March: Amalantrah Working. 9.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th March: Amalantrah Working. 9.20 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 17th March (morning): Roddie Minor. Amalantrah Working. 8.40 ether experiment.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 18th March 10.00 p.m.: Walter Gray.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 20th March 4.00 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 21st March (Spring Equinox) 11.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 22nd March (midnight): Marie Lavrov [Soror Olun] and Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 23rd March: Amalantrah Working. 11.20 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 24th March 5.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor. 11.00 p.m.: Marie Lavrov [Soror Olun].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 26th March: Amalantrah Working. 5.15 p.m.
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DAY XVIII
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 29th March 1918-Sunday 9th June 1918
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Friday 29th March 6.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 30th March 2.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor. Charles Stansfeld Jones, Frater Achad, arrives and he assists with the Amalantrah Working. For the working he is Frater Arcteon (777). </span><br />
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Saturday 30th March: Amalantrah Working. 8.20 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 31st March: Amalantrah Working. 4.50 p.m. 7.15 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 1st April: Amalantrah Working. 11.20 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 3rd April 1.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 4th April 1.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 5th April: Amalantrah Working. 12.15 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 6th April: Amalantrah Working. 7.20 and 10.20. 11.20 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 7th April: Amalantrah Working. 1 p.m. 8.55 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 8th April 11.20 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 11th April: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 13th April: Amalantrah Working. 9.22 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 14th April: Amalantrah Working. 9.15 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 17th April 2.20 a.m.: Roddie Minor. 4.15 p.m.: Gerda Maria von Khotek.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 18th April 11.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 20th April: Amalantrah Working. 8.45 p.m. 10.45 p.m. 11.33 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 21st April: Amalantrah Working. 2.10 a.m. 9.20 a.m. 12.50 p.m. 8.25 p.m. 10.08 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 22nd April: Operation continued from 21st April: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 27th April: Amalantrah Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 28th April: Amalantrah Working. 3.20 a.m. 10.05 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 30th April 9.30 a.m.: Anna Catherine Miller.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 1st May 2.10 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 5th May: Roddie Minor. Amalantrah Working. 2 a.m. 3.20 p.m. 4.30 p.m. 9.35 p.m. midnight.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 10th May 8.20 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 12th May: Amalantrah Working. 3.42 p.m. 9.20 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 18th May: Amalantrah Working. 11.25 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 19th May 9.05 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 21st May 1.45 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 24th May (and possibly early 25th May): Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 25th May: Amalantrah Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 26th May (evening): Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 28th May 1.50 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 31st May: Amalantrah Working. 10.35 p.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 2nd June 2.05 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 3rd June 1.30 a.m.: Roddie Minor. Amalantrah Working. 5.00
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 6th June 1.45 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 9th June 1.15 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
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DAY XIX
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 10th June 1918-Wednesday 21st August 1918
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Monday 10th June: Amalantrah Working. 8.45-9.50.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 12th June 9.30 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 14th June: Amalantrah Working. 12.26 a.m.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 16th June: Amalantrah Working. 9 p.m. This is the last working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">July: C F Russell (1897-1987) came to visit Crowley in New York.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 23rd June: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 14th July: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 18th July 11.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 19th July: Crowley begins a Great Magical Retirement in a canoe on the Hudson River.
Sunday 21st July 10.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 28th July 2.00 p.m.: Roddie Minor.
August: The work of the Camel ends and she and Crowley part.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 19th August: Crowley is in New York on OTO business where he stays for two days.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 20th August 7.00 a.m.: Roddie Minor.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">August-September: Crowley camps at Esopus Island and explores his many previous incarnations.
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DAY XX
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 22nd August 1918-Saturday 2nd November 1918
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Sunday 1st September 5.20 a.m.: Madeleine George.</span><br />
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Monday 2nd September 11.05 a.m.: Madeleine George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 5th September: Crowley received a ‘Vision of Jupiter’:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I feel that I am more likely to be able to convey some hint of the colossal character of this revelation if I simply quote the broken staggering words in which I wrote it down at the time. As will be seen, I did not dare to write what it actually was, but I remember at this moment how I had to invoke the deep-seated habit of years to get courage to drag myself to my diary. I felt like a soldier wounded to death, scrawling in his own blood the horrifyingly disastrous information which he has lost his life in seeking.
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<span style="color: black;">
5:00 p.m. The meditation of this afternoon resulted in an initiation so stupendous that I dare not hint at its Word. It is the supreme secret of a Magus, and its is so awful that I tremble even now --- two hours later and more --- 2:20 p.m. was the time --- as I write concerning it. In a single instant I had the Key to the whole of the Chinese wisdom. In the light --- momentary glimpse as it was --- of this truth, all systems of religion and philosophy became absolutely puerile. Even the Law appears no more than a curious incident. I remain absolutely bewildered, blinded, knowing what blasting image lies in this shrine. It baffles me to understand how my brother Magi, knowing this, ever went on.
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I had only one foreshadowing of this Vision of Jupiter --- for so I may call it! --- and that was a Samadhi which momentarily interrupted my concentration of Sammasati. This can only be described vaguely by saying that I obtained a reconciliation of two contraries of which "There is a discrimination between good and evil" is one.
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This experience has shaken me utterly; it has been a terrible struggle to force myself to this record. The secret comes along the Path of Aleph to Chokmah. I could write it plainly in a few words of one syllable, and most people would not even notice it. But it has might to hurl every Master of the Temple into the Abyss, and to fling every adept of the Rose Cross down to the Qliphoth. No wonder One said that the Book T was in ashes in the Urn of a Magus! I can't see at all how it will affect me at present. Even the Way of the Tao looks idiotic --- but then of course that's what it is! So I suppose that's it, all right. And its freedom, in an utterly fascinating and appalling sense, is beyond my fiercest conception.’ [Confessions. Chapter 86]
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Monday 9th September: Crowley is in New York where he takes a studio at 1 University Place on the corner of Washington Square. He begins to paint.
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DAY XXI
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd November 1918-Tuesday 14th January 1919
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Saturday 11th January: Crowley meets Leah Hirsig (1883-1975), she becomes the last of the officers in his initiation and she is the Ape Officer after the Ape of Thoth. She also becomes his Scarlet Woman, Alostrael.</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">A BEAR IN THE ORCHARD</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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Marcel Delvaux was of French descent, a member of a long and noble aristocratic family whose eminent line it is said had links back to Mary Antoinette and to the court of the Sun King, yet it had dishevelled. The family tree, like an old rose bush in a genteel landscape, had been pruned as members who aspired too high were lopped off; sometimes roots crept into pastures where they should not creep, these unfortunate bastards were blessed with the blood of nobility but are not crowned with the glory to bear the name. Of Marcel’s blood we can be sure but of his heritage we must resist the desire to splinter him into the Royal box for the Revolution ended any pretensions to any throne!
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<span style="color: black;">Marcel was considered quite handsome in a European sort of way with his dark hair and sun-worn complexion; he was athletically built and tall of stature with dark eyes. He was always dressed impeccably and possessed a fine and extensive wardrobe.
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<span style="color: black;">Marcel’s father Raymonde Delvaux had made his fortune in the wine industry, exporting to colder climates that were less fortunate to deserve the golden rays of the sun. Marcel’s mother Jean Delvaux nee L’Orette, had died during Marcel’s infancy and his memories of her were scarce but he always remembered her to be smiling and smelling of roses wearing long loose flowing dresses and floppy hats. She was taken away to walk beside the good Lord as an angel, Marcel was told, but in actual fact she died of heart failure while out riding and the good Lord had no hand in requesting her services and appointing her as yet another angel in a work place with already an over-abundance of the things! As a child at the family chateaux Marcel would want for nothing: ponies were paraded around the gardens and Marcel would ride out to the vineyard to watch the pickers; his father had even bought Marcel a pet bear which he named Mephistopheles and it was chained to a post and tormented by the young boy until it broke free and escaped and was shot dead near the outskirts of the village by all accounts. In fact, life at the chateaux was nothing short of the last days of ancient Rome with an abundance of wealth that spilt into every aspect of Marcel’s life. During his formative years Marcel was privately educated at the chateaux by an English school mistress named Katrina Holt, a very stern and overbearing lady of mature years with the remains of a face that was once possibly extremely beautiful. The elegant Miss Holt taught Marcel an eclectic timetable of subjects from art, Latin, English, history, geography and all the other nasty little lessons that wasted the golden hours of the day, but of course, Marcel was a model student and excelled in chemistry and mathematics for which he showed great aptitude.
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<span style="color: black;">Marcel’s younger brother Andre whose speech was like rifle shots never got on with Marcel and as soon as age permitted he was away from the family and the confines of the chateaux. He became involved with some unsavoury characters and got into some enormous debts; he was caught misdirecting funds from the company he was working for and accordingly did the decent thing and hung himself, leaving his widow and young daughter with what little dignity an honourable death can afford.
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<span style="color: black;">Marcel became intrigued with Catholicism and spoke with great enthusiasm about converting to the faith to his cousin Baptiste Dubois who was staunchly of the Catholic persuasion. Baptiste, who resented Marcel’s family wealth informed his younger cousin about all the magnificent benefits of becoming a Catholic and some lesser known facts about the church, for example, that within the bowels of the Vatican reside six cannibal cardinals who are fed with the flesh of Protestant virgins, and that the splendidly hirsute and syphilitic Pope Leo XII lived a somewhat secluded existence and was a confirmed lycanthrope, thus he was kept on a leash blessed by his predecessor at the time of the full moon. Then of course there was the mad Pope Paul II in the fifteenth Century who was still alive to this day, kept alive by the blood of Christ that miraculously bleeds from a Holy relic kept locked away in the Vatican. Then of course there are the Pope’s handmaidens, a select group of eunuch priests kept in a special room where their only purpose in life is to disprove the theory of life after death by eating and sleeping and bathing with the recently departed. Baptiste wished to shock poor Marcel out of his interest for the Catholic Church but all he did was create more wonder and enthusiasm in the young devotee. ‘And what else do these elect heirs of god do?’ asked Marcel.
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<span style="color: black;">Baptiste went on to relate all the sordid behaviour from such luminaries as the sodomitic Pope Julius II, the incestuous Pope John XII, the deplorable and unspeakable Pope Benedict IX who kept a bear as his lover and the sodomitic Pope IV.
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‘I should say, in fact its compulsory!’ declared Baptiste.
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<span style="color: black;">A week later, Marcel went to see Father Chevalier Lecomte and expressed his intention to become Catholic. The kindly old Father was pleased and asked him why he wished to be confirmed. Marcel told him that he wished to see the six cannibal cardinals and help with the importation of Protestant virgins and to assist the handmaidens in their disproval of the existence of the spirit after death; and to see the miracle of Pope Paul II and besides, he was almost sure that he was a sodomite and that a day or two with the Pope would confirm him in this. The astonished Father Lecomte turned pale then red then choked on his rosary which he had been stuffing into his mouth subconsciously. Of course when Marcel learnt that there were no cannibals in the Vatican and neither were there any handmaidens it was like the Romans hammering in Christ’s nails all over again and as you would expect Marcel lost all interest in Roman Catholicism.
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<span style="color: black;">Marcel grew up and took over the family wine business after his father died and lived the life of a rich bachelor. It was said that he wore hand-stitched shoes from Italy and that his made to measure suits, which by the way he only wore once, were sent first class around the world to give them an ‘air of travel’.
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<span style="color: black;">It was during the great festival of Bacchus that Marcel met a young woman by the name of Marie Fournier, an artist who was very proficient with water colours. Marie was intrinsically pure and honest, a deep thinker but she was always trying to catch him out for she had such a suspicious nature due to being hurt by men in the past. They would argue and she would accuse him of deception and he would say she was always looking for the ugliness in life while he was always searching for beauty! </span><br />
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Marie was deeply intellectual, almost frighteningly so but she pretended to be otherwise for she felt that a man should not feel too intimidated, but of course most men were, but not Marcel and it was this that brought her closer to him. She had a cruel mouth which was not very expressive and weary eyes as if they had looked into the pit of hell and digested all that is horrible and filthy, like some creature of the night, pale and voluptuous. She feared intimacy yet secretly craved it; she drew him close only to push him away again. The act of lovemaking between them was like the ultimate sacrifice; a satisfaction in the others destruction! A blind fury of sexual congress and it was over, just like the act of eating was an explosion on the taste buds and then it was over! She made him feel like that awful Pope Benedict IX, making love to her as if she were some wild yet unfeeling bear!
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<span style="color: black;">An abstract force held by his tenderness and her unyielding refusal to let him get close to her, to look upon her and touch her soft skin passionately for she was always digging, bloody digging for deception! The alchemist observing the chemical reaction in him, calculating every movement, gesture and every word for the Philosopher’s Stone – Lies!
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<span style="color: black;">He knew all this, he understood her suspicions and her jealousy and he matched her tooth for tooth in the action and re-action stakes, but he did not account for a third party, throwing a substantial brick at the serene glass-house they were building together.
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<span style="color: black;">This third party in this un-holy trinity was a crazed and equally obsessive young woman named Monique Verdier who was the complete opposite of Marie, unrefined and not very intelligent for she sought filth and only filth. She had come into Marcel’s world through their common interest in the occult and he thought his great stature would have some lasting effect upon Monique in the form of curing her escalating alcoholism. Monique was in the early stages of being in love with Marcel who in turn had nothing but good intentions and friendship to offer in return for he was in love with Marie. Monique, realising that any relationship was hopeless resorted to the brutality of the so-called ‘fairer sex’ and spoilt any chance for poor Marcel by concocting a web of lies about him and evoking Beelzebub himself to enter the arena and turn all his attention upon poor Marcel who was of course the innocent party. Marcel was indifferent to most things but some harmless off the cuff remark had been sharpened like a dagger, tempered with untruth and turned upon him, thrust into his back, his heart and cutting his throat for good measure! Lies!
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<span style="color: black;">Against such insurmountable and overwhelming odds Marcel did not wish to degrade himself further and so he retired from the battle gracefully – tant pis! But Marie and Marcel had reached some sort of understanding where by she would continue to try and manipulate him into revealing himself as some sort of dishonest and devilish creature and expose him while he basks in the glow of her superior magnificence – Lies!
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<span style="color: black;">This could not go on! The bitter regrets and the ending of their relationship were meant to be, it was part of Marcel’s education and Marie’s acceptance of herself for she seemed much older in soul years than Marcel; it was their history and development and nothing could change the laws of nature, Marcel would have gladly let her trample upon his cold corpse that her feet should not disturb the grass; that he would bear her name upon his heart to the grave and beyond, whatever did lay beyond! Nevertheless, the fact was established: Marcel knew that he would never see her again and he also knew that he would probably love Marie until the day he died!
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<span style="color: black;">In time the palettes of the poor imbeciles who drank Chateaux Delvaux became more adventurous and sought something more worthy of their standing. Marcel, with no business sense or any financial understanding drove the family vineyard into the ground till it was no more. Marcel became bankrupt and upon investigation at the Chateaux the body of a young girl was found strangled in the cellars. Any more than this could and would not be spoken of for Marcel was accused of deeds so disturbing that there is no need to put such foul extremes of human behaviour into print! There was lots of talk about hideous depravity and things so unspeakable which could not be mentioned among the villagers but of Marcel there was no word for he had gone missing for over a week and the authorities were searching for him. The police spoke to Marcel’s tutor Miss Holt who had taken up a position at a nearby residence for young girls. Miss Holt spoke glowingly as to Marcel’s character and that any speculation to the abominable acts at the chateaux was not to be heeded as all forms of vulgarity were foreign and detestable to Marcel, she claimed. It seemed that the whole village had something or other to say about Marcel, those of his enemies, for they were numerous said that Marcel had gotten mixed up in the occult arts and that he was communicating with the dead and conversing with infernal spirits. In fact, this was not too far away from the truth as Marcel had indeed ‘experimented’ with ceremonial magic, namely the <em>Grimorium Verum</em>!
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<span style="color: black;">Now, Marcel was not capable of perpetrating such acts, I could find fifty or a hundred people to stand trial and confirm his integrity, honesty and general demeanour; I could summon figures from this world and the next to declare he was not a child-killer; his sister-in-law Suzanne said he was not a child-killer; his niece Ermelde said he was not a child-killer; the gardener Andre said he was not a child-killer; the local newspaper said he was not a child-killer and the Mayor said he was not a child-killer and even the local priest stepped out of his walled retreat and tore himself away from Henri the houseboy to say that Marcel was not a child-killer! Yes, God and the world knew Marcel was not a child-killer yet where was Marcel and why did he not stay to prove his innocence?
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<span style="color: black;">It was several years after Marcel left France and Chateau Delvaux had become a cursed place much avoided by the locals; following the discovery of three more children near the vicinity of the chateaux that the perpetrator of those horrific crimes who was brought to justice, a one Dr. Louis Marchand who had considerable access to the Chateaux and the surrounding villages for he was the physician to the murdered children; in fact, many body parts were found at the doctor’s apartment and what his intentions were was anyone’s guess. But of course, poor Marcel was unaware of such matters and remained in hiding.
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<span style="color: black;">Some years later in a London suburb a young family were hosting a garden party at their sumptuous home leaving the children to play in the orchard. Geoffrey Anstruther and his wife Elizabeth were part of the ‘live now pay later’ generation and they were sitting in their garden near the ornamental pond when they suddenly heard shouts from the direction of the orchard. The two children, Sylvia and Bradley came pounding into the group of adults shouting that they had killed the giant bear in the orchard. There was laughter and there were gasps and eventually Geoffrey agreed to follow the children and see the corpse of the great bear they had slain.
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<span style="color: black;">The children had been playing in the long grass meadow of the orchard when a large, dark figure had descended upon them with its arms raised in the air. The children were startled and Bradley threw a rock at the monster hitting its head. With a deep groan the bear fell down as the children ran away. When Mr Anstruther and the children returned to the bloody death scene Mr Anstruther, realising the awful atrocity that had occurred swiftly hurried the children away to fetch Mrs Anstruther. Geoffrey saw the figure of a man, a very dirty man with long finger nails, unkempt hair and beard wearing an oversized furry astrakhan coat. The only thing about the unfortunate devil which was not filthy was the whites of his eyes, and even they seemed a dull yellow peppered with red streaks. The identity of the man was never known because upon Mrs Anstruther’s arrival Mr Anstruther had already begun digging a hole but had they looked a little closer at the body, in fact at the signet ring he wore they would have noticed the Delvaux crest and a search of the dead man’s pockets would have yielded a faded letter from some woman named Marie, and had he looked but further still, into the heart of the fallen warrior, there in the orchard, again the name ‘Marie’ would come to light for it had been the only saving grace of poor Marcel, his only ever adventure into the existence of pure love which if not for the heavy hand of guidance from some inhuman being, may have flourished. But Mr Anstruther buried the poor wretch in the orchard where he fell and in explanation to the children and the guests he merely stated that the children had found a ferocious yet wounded badger which had to be mercifully put out of its misery. As the years and the seasons passed flowers grew and leaves fell and snow carpeted the shallow grave in the orchard and the event was just a long distant memory to the children who were now adults and married with families of their own. Yes it was all just a game a long time ago and no more was ever said about the bear in the orchard!</span>
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His eyes are like corpse candles, that burn;
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<span style="color: black;">Two fiery meteors in the dread sky...
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<span style="color: black;">He turns, casts off his mantle and gazes,
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<span style="color: black;">Heroic, from his damned dimension
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<span style="color: black;">With veins and tendons and muscles a strain;
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<span style="color: black;">And with spectral flesh aflame, he sings:
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‘What blasphemy crawls upon the earth?
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<span style="color: black;">What unspeakable corruption feeds
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<span style="color: black;">On the contemptuous lie of God? Insult of birth,
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<span style="color: black;">Condemned to darkness and its deeds!
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Priest! Upon such sordid things you yearn –
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<span style="color: black;">Monster-wooer of old – confess
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<span style="color: black;">Thy hideous sorceries upon thy flesh!
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<span style="color: black;">This filth which occupies thy brain;
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<span style="color: black;">This adoration of sense and song! See,
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<span style="color: black;">This vision of God leap from the unknown
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<span style="color: black;">To flood thy bruised mind into flight, or
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<span style="color: black;">Into the passionate recesses of oblivion, again!
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Lord! Gaze upon your creation, this atrocity;
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the shell of pitiful man, mundane!
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Here, anoint the secrecies born by pain,
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<span style="color: black;">By union numbed – the scent inhaled.
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<span style="color: black;">Witch! Thy body cooled by antique shame
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<span style="color: black;">And hammered into shapes, obscene!
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For here shalt love’s light upon thee break!
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<span style="color: black;">Yieldest thou, low-born maid – awake!
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<span style="color: black;">See this vision swift to end and rot:
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<span style="color: black;">Thou art ruined by consummation of continual thought
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the vermin child – nature’s mockery;
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<span style="color: black;">Beast of unborn joys, profane...
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<span style="color: black;">A step in the quadrille – the dance of death,
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<span style="color: black;">Like a drum beat: War! War! War!
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<span style="color: black;">The finite brain;
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<span style="color: black;">The savage mind; the plague of pity,
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<span style="color: black;">Specimens of pathetic lusts again
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<span style="color: black;">Dawns upon man – the end of humanity!
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<span style="color: black;">An end to the foul-smelling slime and their reign!’
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It is with regret that we must inform our gentle readers of the sad death of Percival Grott (1927-2014). Son of the celebrated conservationist Peregrine Greville Grott, he was born in Yorkshire and educated at Oxford. Percival had many interests from vegetable sculpting to writing unreadable poetry, but his main passion was collecting works by Aleister Crowley, and rare items of erotic literature. His widow, Margaret, said that ‘the passing of the old pornographer leaves a gaping hole which will be very hard to fill in the filth trade!’ By way of a tribute we offer one of his lesser obscene poems: ‘Alys in Cumberland’.
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There was no reason in the game –
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<span style="color: black;">Some specimen of man, Pollitt by name;
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<span style="color: black;">Herbert Charles ‘Jerome’, of that ilk,
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<span style="color: black;">Wrapt in several yards of silk,
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<span style="color: black;">Was struck by passions idle glance,
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<span style="color: black;">Enchanted by young Alys, perchance
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<span style="color: black;">He thought the poet’s heart was hollow
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<span style="color: black;">And seduced him from the ‘trance of sorrow’!
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<span style="color: black;">Jerome, Trinity man of Kendal, born
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<span style="color: black;">With golden hair brighter than the dawn,
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<span style="color: black;">Talks wide on Beardsley, Whistler and Rops –
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<span style="color: black;">On Wilde the old dear never stops!
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<span style="color: black;">But dull and decadent, he’d rather be
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<span style="color: black;">In fine lace and copious corsetry,
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<span style="color: black;">For he found his companionship and his desire
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<span style="color: black;">In one drawn to magick who did aspire
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<span style="color: black;">Towards the higher realms of the spirit
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<span style="color: black;">But the spiritless Pollitt was eager to kill it!
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<span style="color: black;">Young Alys climbed mountain tops with ease
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<span style="color: black;">Singing sonnets on the breeze;
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<span style="color: black;">Handsome and rugged, he smoked a pipe –
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<span style="color: black;">Poor Pollitt was never the outdoors type!
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<span style="color: black;">And as man and wife, they lived together:
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<span style="color: black;">Jerome and Alys, aesthete and lover!
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The two went roaming the Lakeland fells
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<span style="color: black;">But Alys was deep in his poetry and spells
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<span style="color: black;">And cursing some doddering old fool named Waite
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<span style="color: black;">In the Easter vacation of ninety-eight!
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<span style="color: black;">When it came to climbing Jerome was clear:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t want to break my finger nails dear!’
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<span style="color: black;">But the poet stood tall and declared:
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<span style="color: black;">‘My fruiting genius must be aired!’
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<span style="color: black;">And so he began to extemporate
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<span style="color: black;">Verse upon some old King’s fate –
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<em>Alys:</em> ‘Yea! Here lay the throne of Cumberland
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<span style="color: black;">Where King was eager to command!
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<span style="color: black;">Like Caesar, didst he Royal rule,
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<span style="color: black;">Depraved and murderously cruel!
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<span style="color: black;">He flashed, and the gateway ‘ere, lay broke:
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<span style="color: black;">No minstrel nor no knave had spoke,
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<span style="color: black;">Yet spied he a wench in the little brook,
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<span style="color: black;">Ripe to yield the old King’s pluck!
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<span style="color: black;">But madness marked the maiden’s face
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<span style="color: black;">And caused the King to turn apace,
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<span style="color: black;">For Lo! his aged member like asparagus, stood
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<span style="color: black;">Wilting on Wastdale, no fire in its blood!
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<span style="color: black;">“By God!” He said “Why thus so weak of mind
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<span style="color: black;">That I cannot satisfy her forwards or behind?”’
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Jerome:</em> ‘Hush! Dear Alys, for your leprous song
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<span style="color: black;">Lingers in Lakeland air too long!’
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Alys:</em> ‘Brute! Ofttimes I think thou must be dead
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<span style="color: black;">For no passion of song resides in your head!’
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<span style="color: black;">There is no rhapsody in your verse and no sign of a plot!
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<span style="color: black;">But tell me you will, fate of King and Cumberland!’
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Alys:</em> ‘Jerome the old fool fell away to a whimper in his hand!’
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Jerome:</em> ‘Thy damned art is like pustules and boils –
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<span style="color: black;">Your poetic scabs ooze satanic oils!
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<span style="color: black;">And your course is set for dark things and fame
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<span style="color: black;">And notoriety shall follow hand in hand, the same!’
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<span style="color: black;">When he realised the love between them lay decidedly dead!
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<span style="color: black;">For the Cambridge bard found the casm ‘tween the lovers wide
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<span style="color: black;">And in a momentary pause that love had painful died!
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<span style="color: black;">Poor Pollitt with his sad frame turned towards his home
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<span style="color: black;">Must here have the last word on Alys, dear Jerome:
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Jerome:</em> ‘He was always searching for the ultimate sin –
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<span style="color: black;">And in the end it was the Plymouth Brethren that done ‘im in!’</span></div>
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Magic is one of the subtlest and most difficult of the sciences and arts. There
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silence (H.P.K.) in which the Great Work was abandoned on Thursday 20</span><sup><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">th</span></sup><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"> April
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Monday 7th August. 6.25 p.m. I made my magical affirmation! I have given ten
days to see a definite and positive change – be it by a word or a deed or a
thought. Ten days! And ten days shall see me at its end either marked under the
logos and performing the G.W. – or dead! I re-affirmed my oath: Love is the
law, love under will. 01.30 a.m. Dharana on tip of nose using A.M.P.H. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Tuesday 8th August. I dreamt that I was climbing a mountain in the glorious
sunshine but I could not go up and I could not go down! A bit like me in
general at the moment! I must throw myself into situations beyond my measures,
even distasteful to me, and remain objective.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Thursday 10th August. 03.00 a.m. Prithivi Tatwa and astral formation. I began
feeling ill today. For some reason my mind turned to Theosophy and I thought of
going to the Blavatsky Lodge – it must be some sort of delusion caused by the
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Friday 11th August. 04.00 a.m. Dharana on moving pendulum, quite good. I felt
much worse today, really quite ill and pains all over. I slept from 2.30-3.50
p.m. and felt a little better for it. ‘Make thee an island and fortify it’ –
make thyself into an island and strengthen it against external forces!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Sunday 13th August. I received a sign of the G.W. – as I had sworn to accept
all phenomena as a definite sign directly to me I cannot ignore the
significance of it. I am beginning to understand my period of silence more. I
can also see how Frater _____. was carefully placed in my way and all the signs
are pointing towards me taking up the robe of initiation once again, but I must
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Tuesday 15th August. 01.30 a.m. Chakras. I dreamt I was in a secret garden with
lots of animals and I felt that I was being watched. There was a cat all
trussed up with vine and I freed it. There were hordes of spiders in an old
cupboard drawer. I had a sort of revelation last night (my being was flooded
with the idea): (a) I am to give away all my possessions, and (b) walk towards the
east, taking my sick body as far as it will go before falling dead, like the
elephant and its graveyard. To sleep with nature through all the elements;
drinking from the springs and rivers with no fear of death or disease, eating
from the fields and the forests, with no importance on life whatsoever. I have
been re-reading Crowley’s Confessions over these past nine days of my oath and
ordeal and I realise now that my abandoning of the G.W. was necessary. I needed
to grasp the fundaments of life before I could proceed upon the path. Obstacles
have been placed in my way both great and small which had to be overcome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Wednesday 16th August. 01.30 a.m. Astral; physical limitations within. The
current of will for the ten days of ordeal – the burning of the declaration
‘Let it vibrate throughout the universe and place upon me the supreme current
of will and open mine eyes and mine heart...’ ‘Love is the law, love under
will.’ [and on the reverse: the seal of the Neophyte]. <br />
Thursday 17th August. 01.30 a.m. I called upon the H.G.A. for a sign relating
to the G.W. to guide me. I got into my asana: hands locked in yogic mudra
(active and passive). Chakras and the signs of the grades, (with L.V.X. –
H.P.K. – Horus/enterer). Tatwa: blue disc (air). Invoke Shu – the brilliant
blue penetrated the whole of my being. I rose in the astral body but instead of
vertical I travelled horizontally (but the outcome was the same, if more
effective). There was no blackness, just pure white. I used ‘Thelema’ as my
mantra and increased the speed until I was unconscious of doing it. The astral
soared into the whiteness and became extremely fatigued until the astral
suddenly slowed down of its own accord, without me noticing it immediately. It
was difficult to move, it almost came to a complete halt, so I assumed H.P.K.
and the astral increased at a great rate into the air. This happened two more
times and I used the sign of the enterer to continue. Images appeared which I
counted as distractions. I invoked the pentagram of air and fixed it in my
Ajna. I lost consciousness and regained consciousness at 02.30 a.m., where I
rose and read Magick.<br />
03.30 a.m. A Vision of the Elixer [Amrita]. It cascaded over me in torrents,
not downwards, but its source was from below. I was bathed in it and its
consistency was as thick ‘dew’ – a strange amber quality, or milky sap. It was
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It was uncontrollable and no matter how hard I willed it to stop, it would not.
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<br />
Saturday 19th August. Strange how my will is working in accordance with my
wishes and how things around me seem to be ‘arranged’ as I desire; too numerous
to list but happening daily. But this illness all the time – why? The lock on
my door [front door to stairwell] is broken. It can be opened from outside, but
strangely not inside! I did an invocation to protect the threshold. Thus I have
no fear in leaving the door open while I am away at work. I have also noticed
physical changes in my appearance, there is a ‘brightness’ all of a sudden, as
if from within. The will is strong, so strong that I have to refrain from
thinking certain things for fear of bringing about the actuality. <br />
Sunday 20th August. Still feeling a little ill. I have deliberately chosen
against performing any magical workings, except what is recorded, despite the
‘fatal force’ I feel inside. I must begin at the beginning – I have sought the
Baphomet obscure! ‘Poised’ is a good description of my current state. <br />
Monday 21st August. The front door has now been fixed. Reading Confessions. <br />
Tuesday 22nd August. 01.35 a.m. some excellent work with the chakras. Dharana
on Ajna and used mantra: A.M.P.H. I was ill most of the night, not quite
feverish, but something odd beneath the skin is going on! It has all happened
since the tenth day of the ordeal operation –I fear there is much to come!<br />
Wednesday 23rd August. 01.30 a.m. Chakras – formulation. The robed astral body
in the sign of H.P.K. I used mantra: A.M.P.H. – numerous auditory
hallucinations. I ended the work at 02.30 a.m. Later: A dream within a dream –
I woke at 04.30 a.m. hearing the sound of a heart beating, which then became
footsteps and someone then touched the bed which made me shout out. I saw an
image of my brother at the side of the bed and he said ‘someone is outside!’ I
actually opened my eyes on seeing him standing there and was completely
surprised not to be in another location. Strange, but I have no motivation to
do anything since returning to the G.W. even though I have much to do: photos
for an exhibition and paintings etc. <br />
11.15 p.m. The Final declaration! [Unto the H.G.A.] Its culmination leading
either to the Holy Robe of the G.W. – or Damnation! Indefinitely, without
reservation and with obedience unto the Law of Thelema! I cannot discuss the
nature of the obligation, but failure of its fulfilment will result in my
abandoning of the G.W. – Love is the law, love under will. <br />
Thursday 24th August. 12.45 a.m. Chakras. Mantra: Y.H.V.H. quite good. Will in
Motion. <br />
Friday 25th August. 04.00 a.m. I attempted some astral work but was too tired.
I am beginning to feel the importance of the work once more, so much so that I
refrain from thinking things in the ordinary sense for fear of bringing about
their consequences. I must remain silent, vigilant and above all, objective.
The lust of result is a hideous worm, lust is base and the appropriate state is
a reposed and reflective contentment, like glimpsing something from the corner
of the eye, not the central focus, but in one’s peripheral range of vision. No
lust; no striving after phenomena – failure is only a reflection of success. I
understand its (al)chemical process, though language escapes its description:
‘vessel – medium – objective [the Magical Link]. Results continue! <br />
Saturday 26th August. 04.00 a.m. I returned home, feeling severely tested. My
own bigoted mind has been exposed to myself! I have learnt much in my failure!
04.50 a.m. I attempted Dharana with ‘Do what thou wilt’ as my mantra and it
flameth in my brain like kisses until awakening! 2.00 p.m. I re-cast my
obligation to the H.G.A. in plain English so that even He may understand and
not toy with His brother adept! The consequences thereof still stand: Love is
the law, love under will. <br />
Sunday 27th August. Morning dream: I was in a house, modern interior and
furnishings. A breeze blew from the hall and made the drawing room door close.
I went to the front door and noticed it wasn’t locked (this was about 3 or 4
a.m.) As I shut and locked the door, I attracted the attention of some men
outside (there was a twisted lace curtain veil covering the door). A man
knocked, wanting some assistance. I told him to go away. He tried his own keys
in the door and I heard other voices urging him on. I became abusive and swore
at him. I then stormed to the drawing room to fetch a metal bar with a heavy
spring coil on the end and I went back to the hall with it. I saw a man with a
brick smash the glass in the door. The door flung open and in he rushed. I
tried to strike him with the rod but he avoided the blow! The end! Moral: Don’t
draw attention to yourself. By locking the door I attracted unwanted forces and
set in motion a hostile current! The magical operation made on Wednesday 23rd
August is reaching its conclusion, but not its desired objective! I await the
newly directed current to manifest. I made it physical and cut the + on my arm
to invoke the internal will in the external matter (or ‘cloak of the will’). <br />
Monday 28th August. At a loose end and even after extending my magical working
to include today, I feel the current has fallen flat! Though there were
definite changes around me! At 6.30 p.m. I re-affirmed my Magical working in
the Temple; consecration of the circle; L.B.R. (Pent and Hex) after I generated
sufficient Kundalini; Invoked the four quarters with the current in the form of
a fire-ball, white hot, being my will symbol. I re-stated the charge; banished
in the four quarters and settled upon Dharana on the R.C. the fragile rose,
symbol of beauty [see Formula of Tetragrammaton] and the cross of sorrow and
death – the rose of flesh and the rose of blood: spirit over matter... I gazed
upon a pyramid under the fragrant night sky filled with stars about the full
moon, while using the mantra: A.M.P.H. and I saw the ragged bones of ‘he that
once lived’ chained to a wooden wheel and silhouetted against the blue sky of
night. I passed through into nothingness in the sign of the enterer (Horus). I
then perceived this sickness in humanity and I remained impartial to it. I saw
(as if seeing through a woman’s eyes: Nuit/Isis) my swollen breasts before me
and I gazed down and saw the swollen belly, that veiled the fertile womb, ripe
with life, yet beyond this, I could not pass, though I tried tearing asunder
the veils that hid the ways before me. And all had ended! I fell into gentle
sleep! Tuesday 29th August. 12.45 a.m. Chakras with mantra: A.M.P.H. I rose
into the air... I found myself in bed with a small monkey [the Ape of Thoth,
the Cynacephalus]. I was afraid of his bite and tried to fix the window so it
was open enough for air to get in but not enough for the monkey to get out!
9.55 p.m. I realise that I cannot be angry with those S.C. (Secret Chiefs). It
was my own stupidity that failed in not expressing the correct details in my
obligation etc. I await the outcome of the new energy, both astral and
physical. I shall continue to interpret all phenomena, be it by a word, a
sound, a thought or a dream, as a direct communication unto me! <br />
Wednesday 30th August. 12.30 a.m. Chakras with mantra: A.M.P.H. Invoke
Pentagram of Air (blue disc) God: Shu. There was a disturbance outside at 12.45
and the work ended. But there was a good transference of consciousness from
physical to astral body. Then later a vision: I was in a place familiar to me
and wearing some strange ‘visionary material’ over my head. I received a vision
of the B.V.M. [Blessed Virgin Mary]. She became material in the form of a
painted ceramic dog that was very hot to touch. It cooled down and became
organic – an actual living dog. It began to attack me, but I fooled it and
lured it into another room where I locked the door on it and I returned to
normal consciousness at 04.30 a.m. <br />
A strange mark has appeared upon my flesh, on my left shoulder above the + I
cut. A triangle has become visible (in the same manner as the circles I
received when undergoing the O=O Ritual). <br />
Thursday 31st August. 12.30 a.m. Chakras – very good. In the sign of H.P.K. I
used the mantra: A.M.P.H. and rose into the air in my robed astral form. I held
the ‘black egg’ of spirit (Akasic) which I invoked in Ajna. Quite successful,
but I realise I am missing certain formula that only Magick in Theory and
Practice contains: Preliminary Invocation of the Goetia: Keeping four ‘things’
sustained in motion proved very good as a way of distraction and deep
concentration; this was: (1) the path of the astral body, (2) H.P.K. (3)
mantra: A.M.P.H. and (4) Tatwa: Akasa. I found it easy to transfer the
consciousness, but without the formula I am lost! It is strange, but I feel
positive about the current I have initiated, yet I also feel a little forsaken,
a transitionary period (as in I.A.O.). Later, the current manifested and I
could do nothing – some sort of side effect or ‘leakage; perhaps and some
beautiful woman could not resist from stroking my face, in fact, she could not
pull her hands away from me. <br />
<br />
Monday 4th September. 1.30 a.m. Chakras – attempt transverse (exterior
formulation) which was good. Tatwa: Earth (yellow square), sign of the enterer
(Horus). Vibrate names etc: ‘Adonai Ha Aretz – Auriel – Phorlakh’. Very
positive. I saw a woman laughing and she had golden skin. I vibrated the names
and she crumbled before me, thereby showing that she was not a true dweller of
the element. I saw a landscape, many came upon me and I saw them off using the
names and the signs: Illumination – the external elixir. I half awoke from the
state and more visions came. 10.50 p.m. Asana: my position (left leg under
anus, right leg over left. Left hand on right ankle; right hand on right knee)
till 11.10 p.m. I decided on a new regime of exercise and meditation practices.
<br />
Tuesday 5th September. 1.30 a.m. Chakras (using the new ‘external technique’)
Transverse drawing-up. Breathing very well, better than ever, steady, deep and
rhythmical. Tatwa: Prithivi (Earth: yellow square), projected outside the body
and drawn into the Ajna. It grew in size. The robed adept made the sign of the
enterer and passed through the yellow square. The vibration of God names and
then followed uninterrupted visions – I gazed upon a map of a very Holy City
with the main thoroughfares circling off from the form of a cross. I could see
the layout of the Temples and the buildings all in white marble. Too numerous
to describe in detail! One phrase which kept being repeated came to my ears,
this was: ‘Return to Igusta’ (or ‘Igustas’). The vision ended at 3.00 a.m.
11.30 p.m. Asana till midday (30 minutes). <br />
Wednesday 6th September. 1.00 a.m. Chakras (new: the astral is hovering over
the physical body and placing the hands on the chakras as a channelling method
to ‘flood’ the chakra centres with energy [light]). I transformed the ‘will
symbol’ into the astral and entered the Temple. L.B.R. Invocation – sign of
H.P.K. and rising on the planes in the astral body; Tatwa: Prithivi (Earth:
yellow square) drawn into the Ajna. Breathing good. I expand the Tatwa and pass
through in the astral body in the sign of the enterer. Vibration of God names.
I stood on the threshold but I became very fatigued and overcome by a sudden
overwhelming harmony – like looking at an object and noticing something much
nicer and interesting from the corner of one’s eyes! Not distinct, but suddenly
lost if the eyes are turned towards it directly! Very good! Thesis –
anti-thesis – synthesis. I took an oath to abstain from magickal workings until
the operation has come to pass – in the name of the Crowned and Conquering
Child: So Mote It Be!<br />
Sunday 10th September. I made the kabbalistic Cross, performed the Middle
Pillar exercise and the LBR and reaffirmed my oath that I shall refrain from
any further magickal work (unto Nu, and apart from certain exercises) until the
SC’s (Secret Chiefs) have brought about that which I have willed and stop
toying with me! <br />
Tuesday 12th September. 1.10 a.m. Middle Pillar and four-fold breath. I woke in
a strange state at 11.45 a.m. and felt this great force swell within me. <br />
Wednesday 13th September. 2.00 a.m. Middle Pillar. Open the Temple in astral.
Tatwa: Prithivi (Earth: yellow square) Very good. I did some planetary table
notes. 11.25-11.40 p.m. Asana: My Position. <br />
Thursday 14th September. 1.15 a.m. Middle Pillar. Open the Temple –
Circumambulation, LBR and Kabbalistic Cross. In asana: Dharana on Prithivi
Tatwa. Rise in the astral body and use mantra: A.M.P.H. with slow breathing.
Sign of the enterer to pass into Tatwa (still in asana form). Deep and intense
concentration followed and I felt the surging sea within my head, the great
tide: Whooooooosh! It never left me! I vibrate the God names: Adonai-Ha-Aretz,
Auriel, Phorlakh and I also used them in a mantra form. Almost complete
success. My endeavours are showing positive results. I fell into the swoon of
strange dreams with the sea still whoooooooshing in my Ajna! Woke at 7.00 a.m.
and performed the LBR. The rest of the day and night was endless idiocy and
debauchery, almost fighting with the person I love dearest in the world and
having to call in sick at work. D____ and K_____ and I decided to go and ‘shout
at the mountains’ in Wales! <br />
Friday 15th September. I went to see ______ and he went uncontrollably mad last
night after I parted from him and tried to cut his wrists (he’d already cut his
chest with a sharp knife). He went to the doctors and I waited in the Library
for him, reading ‘Nature of the Beast’ and ‘Joe Orton’s Diaries’. <br />
Saturday 16th September. I did some notes on the tables of correspondences till
3.30 p.m. I hardly ate all day! What is this flame – the Middle Pillar? The
solar ‘eucharistos’ etc has fired it into glories unknowable! But what is its
use and how can it be channelled? I am the slave of Gods, I know not! <br />
<br />
Sunday 17th September. Drained of enthusiasm, yet I did some notes on the Tatwa
till 4 p.m. <br />
Monday 18th September. 12.30 a.m. Notes on the nature of ceremonial conjuration
(kliphotic) till 2.10 a.m. Middle Pillar and open the Temple with the intention
of doing some Tatwa work, but too tired. I re-affirmed my oaths and obligations
etc towards the G.W. (Great Work) and cut the + into Tiphereth [the heart,
breast] at 3.20 p.m. this past week has been a magical desert and things must
change now that the furniture of the mind is being organised into magical
equilibrium. There is much to do! I spoke to Frater ______ and he will come to
see me on 30th October. Later, more phenomena occur: some female stranger felt
compelled to kiss me and she was extremely beautiful. <br />
Tuesday 19th September. 12.30 a.m. Middle Pillar Exercise. Open temple but felt
extremely fatigued in the Tatwa so I abandoned the exercise. I felt terribly
congested, despite stopping smoking recently, but today, I took up once more
the gentleman’s habit. I was so bored. ‘S’ back from Venice and will call me
tomorrow. Phenomena again – another woman is compelled to force her lips on
mine: where will it end? <br />
Wednesday 20th September. 03.00 a.m. Middle Pillar Exercise. Open Temple. I
felt ill on waking at 11.00 a.m. chest infection and no motivation, a feeling
of being ‘between worlds’ all night. I think something terrible is inside me!
My lungs are drawn to dark matter! At the hour of Kephra (midnight) an
Invocation ceremony, skyclad. Circumambulation. Qabalistic Cross and open the
Temple. L.B.R’s. I used an elaborate form of the _______:the inversion, the
Holy of Holies. At the climax I read aloud the Qabalistic Prayer by E. Levi
from his ‘magical Ritual of the Sanctum Regnum’ (translated by W. Wynn
Westcott. Redway. 1896.) the Temple was closed at 12.40 a.m. after the
banishings etc. <br />
Thursday 21st September. 02.00 a.m. Charged with the light I performed the
Middle Pillar Exercise. Opening of the Temple: Dharana on Prithivi Tatwa. I was
too ill for any real revelations to occur. I declared that I was unafraid of
death and even welcomed it, as brother unto brother! 12.20 a.m. I woke from a
terrible night of hardly sleeping at all. Very congested and severe headache.
The headache began to recede at 03.30 a.m. I made some notes on certain
Talismans. <br />
Friday 22nd September. Spoke to ‘S’ and said I will see him Monday 25th. Read
some ‘Claudius the God’ by Graves. Sunny out and I feel like death. My mind is
turned upon unwholesome things! Tried to sleep from 5-6.30 but no good. <br />
Wednesday 27th September. I woke at 05.00 a.m. to find my astral body thrown
from the bed and flung to the floor. I shouted for ______ and he saw my astral
body frozen in some stupid position and he was angry with me. <br />
Monday 2nd October. I woke three or four times in the morning because of a bad
chest and I had the feeling that I was definitely not alone! I felt hands upon
the bed and then they were upon me! I was being pulled from the bed, downwards.
My spirit body was being forcibly removed from the bed by my legs! I could not
stop it. I was pulled from the bed to the foot of the bed and onto the floor. I
was unable to speak or shout. Some elemental spirit had broken through the
veil. At first I could not see her, I only felt her presence, but I knew her to
be young and lithe limbed, and she semi-appeared, translucent and she had large
black almond-shaped eyes. It was the ‘Passion and the Prayer’* all over again!
I managed to get one of her fingers into my mouth and I began to chew through
it. This is when she became visible. It was so clear and lucid. Suddenly I
thought ‘what if this isn’t reality and I’m chewing through my own finger?’ I
did eventually regain consciousness. My hands were hot and under my chin –
typical position for this sort of possession. I looked around for evidence of
manifestation but I knew it as just another spiritual attack in a chain of many
I have experienced. Have I incorrectly banished in the past? My soul has become
a prey to some terrible influential being who either wants to dominate me or
destroy me. Or is it a warning to return to the vows (or a warning not to) of
adeptship? It is almost ‘Abramelin’ in its maliciousness! <br />
Tuesday 3rd October. _____ phoned me today. She wants to stay at my place till
she finds her own flat in London. It is strange, but she has become
unconsciously part of my magical work. I knew what the result would be of her
returning home, (depression and dissatisfaction) as if I was working on
auto-pilot (as in the talismans I have been using). But this I think is more
completely part of the way of the Tau – outer appearance: silent and still
(calm); inner appearance: the whole universe is being moved to achieve the
will! Over the next few days I arrange an interview for her (she got the job)
and I put her up at my place for a week and helped her to find a place to live
(which she did). <br />
Friday 6th October. I met ______ at _____ station and took her for her
interview. She stayed at my place and moved into her new flat on Sunday 22nd
October. No magic of significant importance was conducted while _______ stayed
with me. <br />
Tuesday 24th October. I dreamt that I was being pursued through woods by a
horned animal. I kept stumbling and trying to hide from it. It was like a
beautiful white unicorn. Later in the dream, the unicorn became a pretty young
maiden with a horn on her head. She was sad because everyone kept running away
from her, so I took pity on her, and ran no more! <br />
Friday 27th October. 04.30 a.m. Open the Temple. Prithivi Tatwa. Exhausted. <br />
Saturday 28th October. A Magical Working: 5.20 p.m. I opened the Temple
(lustration of instruments), circumambulation; Qabalistic Cross; lesser
Banishing Rituals and Invoking Pentagram etc. Dharana on the work to be done. I
used aspects of the war-like Mars for this working. Mars (Saturday). Archangel:
Samael. Hour: Mathan. I made my obligations unto the Holy Names etc. I declared
the intention of the working, (to cause change to occur in harmony with my
will). And after the spoken rite (vibration of sound) the talismanic power was
invoked [fire]. The talismanic magical link was released into the aethyr and
ceremonially burnt. Then followed some moments of thought upon the work and I
then gave the Licence to Depart, causing no harm to any being without or within
my sphere etc. I closed the Temple with the Lesser Banishing Rituals. At the
commencement of the rite, the heavens opened up and the rain fell hard and the
vibrations hung dull and heavy in the air like incense [the stress upon the
aethyr]. I felt the potent force of winter returning. I lay somewhere between
the stars and the planets, awaiting the great eye’s opening. I saw creation and
destruction as one and the change has been of enormous import (which is why I
could not talk to ____ last night). I have once more wrought a fissure between
the adept and humanity. But it is wrong for it is not the way of the ‘Fool’ to
work apart from humanity; one must love and suffer the pains of humanity or be
content to be a brother of the left hand path. At 7.50 p.m. I cut the Tau cross
upon my breast to symbolise the Great Work manifested into flesh, the magical
undertaking of the aspirant, and the culmination thereof, which has begun on
this day – 28th of October in the Year of Horus XCVI. <br />
<br />
Sunday 29th October. I prepared for the Great Working at 5.30 p.m. I drew the
moon’s planetary Seals of Power. I purified the flesh (lustration). I
consecrated the Instruments of Art and at the stroke of 6 p.m. the hour called
Rana (Levanah), I opened the Temple with the usual rituals. With the
Instruments of Art – a silver wrist band consecrated to the purpose of the work
(silver for the moon); the moon symbolises change, love and the feminine
principle (the downward triangle/ water). Archangel: Gabriel. The Hexagram.
Colour: White. Cardinal Point: west. I thus invoked Gabriel and the appropriate
forces for the work. As in last night’s work, I used the talisman (that
contains life yet is dead). Invocation followed by a period of contemplation on
the Planetary Seals, signs etc. Banishings and closing the Temple after the
Licence to depart! I placed the seals into a small pouch which I will keep on
my person. <br />
Monday 30th October. At 7.40 p.m. I prepared the talismans (planetary symbols
of Venus). The hour: Tafrac (8 p.m.). Venus (ruler) the circle and the cross.
In Hebrew: Nogah. Archangel: Hanael. Intelligence: Hagiel. Spirit: Kedemel
[Venus – love, beauty, harmony etc]. At 8 p.m. I cast the circle. Lustration
(with the talismans outside the circle). I entered the circle and performed the
Opening Ceremony with the Lesser Banishing Rituals etc. I lit the incense and performed
the invocation. I passed the talismans three times through the incense smoke to
charge them. And then a period of contemplation on the work to be done took
place. After the Closing Ceremony I wrapped the talismans into the appropriate
coloured material and placed them into a wallet. The circle was dismantled and
how quickly the spirit moves! I was contacted at 9 p.m. by ____. in connection
to the work, sounding strange and distant and sad. A meeting was arranged. <br />
Tuesday 31st October. At 02.00 a.m. the Magical Link – the sacred ‘life-force’
of the talisman. The guard fell and my soul poured forth. I met ‘S’ later and
we discussed the exhibition and we went to see about hiring gallery space. <br />
Sunday 5th November. I felt strange and otherworldly, like being on some
tremendous threshold. I don’t know what it is, but something within is growing
strong and visual perception seems to have changed; the air is as thick as fog
and full of luminous particles. My chest and shoulders are painful and I feel
very tired! <br />
Monday 6th November. I woke at 11.30 a.m. and noticed that my arms and chest
are covered in a rash (that’s why I felt strange and light-headed all last
night). I thought it may be meningitis. I went to the Hospital. I had a high
temperature and it appears I have Rubella, a form of German measles. Glands are
up on my neck etc. I need to get 3-5 days complete rest with paracetamol.
Diagnosis: rash and mild fever today. O/E. Rubella form rash and occipital LN
enlargement. Probable Rubella. I prepared to sit it out! I made some
experiments in pendulum dowsing using a pendant with an image of the Virgin
Mary (in gold) attached to a 10 inch length of cord, held 1 inch above a piece
of paper, giving ‘yes’ (clockwise) and ‘no’ (anti-clockwise) answers to
questions [these have been omitted]. <br />
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Tuesday 7th November. My body is completely covered in the rash now. My
thoughts turn to mortality. I am awful to behold, thank the Lord no one has to
but the adept! I began coughing blood. Frater ______ contacted me at 6.30 p.m.,
a friend of his shot herself – quite dead! _____ also called and was concerned
about me.<br />
Monday 13th November. It has been a strange night, as if the spirit has
descended upon me – there is peace, utter peace and no words can describe it.
Nothing can be said, it is an everlasting well of man’s despair and joy in one.
Like walking into a tomb or the chamber of some pyramid or Holy shrine; or
standing upon a battlefield and feeling the great human loss. Love and be
loved, unconditionally – pure and divine – and only by God – though which God
or Gods, I know not. A prayer ignored! I have done all I can do in winding
down, there are things to complete before the unknown! <br />
Tuesday 14th November. 02.00 a.m. completed a minor magical work. An important
insight: If you want something very badly, pretend it does not exist! <br />
Thursday 16th November. I met ‘S’ and I told him that I’ve lost interest in
putting on this damn exhibition (paintings and photographs). I laid my soul
bare before the poor fellow and he tried to win me over with ‘life, beautiful
life’ but I suppressed it with ‘death, glorious death’. We hugged and parted on
friendly terms though I fear for the last time! <br />
Sunday 19th November. 11.35 p.m<span style="color: black;">. </span>– I destroyed the Moon and Venus talismans and
they are released from their obligations. <br />
Thursday 23rd November. A beautiful woman couldn’t take her eyes off me all
night and it was like meeting someone from the past whom I knew before in a
previous life. <br />
Monday 27th November. I had a revelationary dream last night (this morn): I was
in a crowd of people and suddenly it struck me – I boomed down the street with
a primeval yell, tugging at my jacket lapels like some Dickensian ‘Artful
Dodger’. I was free! Nothing really matters, I played with people as if they
were toy dolls for manipulating – everyone is everyone, yet I am the only me!
It is catastrophic and it left me in a strange spiritual spell all morning! <br />
Tuesday 28th November. I realised why the rituals failed – I have been
channelling every ounce of magical energy into other distractions, namely
writing. <br />
Friday 1st December. Vision: objects, lucid and could be sustained mentally. I
felt an electrical charge in my head, below the right ear (this is typical of
an astral attack) which then travelled to the top of my head and down the spine
where it entered my left kidney, and the pain was immense. I had automatically
touched my right ear and it was completely numb. Suddenly, my body and the bed sheets
are plucked from the bed and thrown to the corner of the room, to the ceiling –
what devil is this that comes to me in this state to cause astral harm? I never
slept all night! <br />
Saturday 23rd December. 04.30 a.m. I formulated the Kabalistic Cross, using the
astral in the form of the enterer. Success! [In vision of 4.30 a.m. this
morning: I made a small geomantic/demonic sigil out of some material, very
small and intricate. On being asked I said it should be made from bread (dough,
probably Eucharistic in nature), it resembled a small segment from a paper
doily. <br />
Sunday 24th December. 02.00 a.m. I formulated the Kabalistic cross and opened
the T. in the astral. <br />
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Monday 25th December. 04.30 a.m. I formulated the Kabalistic cross and entered
in the astral but I was too tired to make much progress! <br />
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Lux Mirabilis – an exercise in which one visualises the body slowly enveloped
in coils of ketheric light, like a mummy in its wrappings. <br />
Each Sephira on the Tree of Life is related to a different time scale: <br />
Geburah – Human lifetime. <br />
Chokmah – The lifetime of our planet. Tiphareth – Time’s essence (absolute
time). <br />
Binah – (associated with Saturn) the Greek Chronos. Governs relative (Yesodic)
time sequence of our daily lives. <br />
Thoth, the Ibis-headed God is the measurer of time.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<strong>777 and Other Qabalistic Writings of Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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Edited and introduced by Dr. Israel Regardie, a man who knew Crowley personally, this extensive collection of selected writings on the Qabalah is presented in three main sections. In part one there is Crowley’s essay ‘Gematria’ which is reprinted from ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’, found in The Equinox, volume I, number 5. Gematria is a system based on the relative numerical ‘Qabalistic’ value of words as found in the Hebrew Alphabet. Other forms of the literal Qabalah are ‘Notariqon’, in which every letter of a word is taken from the initials or is an abbreviation of another word; and ‘Temura’ which is a permutation, substituting one letter for another letter in the Alphabet etc. Also included is Crowley’s ‘An Essay upon Number’. In the second part of the book we find Liber 777 which first appeared in 1909 and is a series of tables showing the relationships or ‘correspondences’ between certain numbers and objects, thoughts, ideas, symbols, elements and planetary spheres; various religions and magical systems – it is a structured, magical and philosophical dictionary. And finally, in part three, we find ‘Sepher Sephiroth’, which first appeared in The Equinox, volume I, number 8. It is a dictionary, listing hundreds of Hebrew words with their numerical values and equivalent words of the same numeration. This book is an invaluable source of reference!
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<strong>The Equinox of the Gods, being The Equinox, volume III, number 3 – by Aleister Crowley.</strong>
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First published in 1936, The Equinox of the Gods presents the reader with the facts and circumstances concerning, what is undoubtedly Crowley’s greatest achievement, that of Prophet of the Law of Thelema. This fascinating book takes an in-depth look at the revelation which occurred in Cairo on 8th, 9th and 10th April in the year 1904, when Liber Al vel Legis (The Book of the Law) was delivered to mankind. The Book was dictated by a discarnate being named Aiwass, the Minister of Hoor-Par-Kraat (the Lord of Silence), to the great Master of Magick, Aleister Crowley, who is the Priest of the Princes, Ankh-Af-Na-Khonsu. </span><br />
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Within the three chapters of the Book of the Law, is a new order or ‘Law’ for humanity, that of ‘Do What Thou Wilt’. This new Law of Love, Liberty and Light supersedes the old law of compassion and weakness and of the ‘dying god’ religions in which suffering brings about redemption and sin which is considered shameful, as in Christianity, whereby the acolyte and worshipper are obedient servants to God’s will; in turn, the new ‘aeon’ or era of Thelema (Greek for ‘Will), the Law of the Strong, states that mankind must realise the true will of the individual and understand one’s purpose in existence, for ‘every man and every woman is a star’. </span><br />
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Included in The Equinox of the Gods are the beautiful illustrations of the Stele of Revealing and a facsimile of the original manuscript in Crowley’s handwriting, along with the Comment.
For years Crowley struggled to understand the significance of Liber Al and strove to ignore the message, but over time he came to realise the tremendous importance of what occurred during those three days in Cairo; he came to believe whole-heartedly in the authenticity of The Book of the Law and he dedicated the rest of his life to teaching and studying its beautiful and terrifying wisdom. Thelema is like no other religion, for it does not aspire to become dogmatic and ‘established’ and its followers are ‘few and secret’, but it is for the individual who chances upon the ‘glad word’ and comes into contact with Thelema on their long journey through life to decide for themselves, if the Book, like so many other Holy Books of the past, inspires the mind and speaks to the heart and uplifts the soul with wondrous rewards – Love is the law, love under will.
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<strong>The Equinox – Volume I, numbers 1-10.</strong> </span><br />
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The Equinox is a massive periodical containing esoteric writings, poetry, short stories, plays and material on yoga techniques and magical instruction. Volume I comprises of ten bulky issues or ‘numbers’ published twice yearly at the vernal (spring) and autumnal equinox between 1909 and 1913. The motto on the front cover of each volume reads ‘The Method of Science’ and ‘The Aim of Religion’ and it is subtitled ‘The Review of Scientific Illuminism’; in a magical sense it is known as the ‘encyclopaedia of Initiation’ and it gives very specific and structured methods of attainment in the occult arts. Its author was the celebrated occultist and so called ‘wickedest man in the world’ Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) who published it at his flat and Headquarters of his magical order the A.A. or the ‘Silver Star’ at 124 Victoria Street, London. Other contributors included: John Frederick Charles Fuller (1878-1966), Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940), Frank Harris (1856-1931), Meredith Starr [Herbert Close] (1890-1971), and George Raffalovich (1880-1958). </span><br />
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It was Crowley’s wish to produce a masterpiece of the English language in its printing and content – ‘My special job was to preserve the Sacred Tradition, so that a new Renaissance might in due season rekindle the hidden Light. I was accordingly to make a Quintessence of the Ancient Wisdom, and publish it in as permanent a form as possible... the Equinox, in a word, was to be a sort of Rosetta Stone’. The Equinox was the official organ of Crowley’s magical order, the A.A. and it was the ‘first serious attempt to put before the public the facts of Occult Science, so-called, since Blavatsky’s unscholarly hotch-potch of facts and fable, Isis Unveiled’. </span><br />
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Throughout several issues are serialised essays such as ‘The Herb Dangerous’ which looks at the psychological effects of drugs and it is found in the first four numbers of the Equinox. ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’ a biography of the magical career of Frater Perdurabo [Aleister Crowley] has the first four numbers written by Fuller and the rest written by Crowley. </span><br />
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Number 1 (published March 1909) contains such works as ‘At the fork of the road’, ‘The Soldier and the Hunchback ! and ?’ with a special supplement: ‘John St John: The Record of the Magical Retirement of G. H. Frater O. M. (Crowley). In number 5 (March 1911) there is the special supplement Liber CCCCXVIII ‘The Vision and the Voice’ and in number 6 (Sept 1911) is the supplement featuring ‘The Rites of Eleusis’, seven invocations or ‘rites’ of the planets: Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, Sol, Venus, Mercury, Luna. There is an account of an incarnation in Egypt in number 7 (March 1912) titled ‘Across the gulf’, and in number 9 (March 1913) is the extraordinary ‘An Evocation of Bartzabel the Spirit of Mars’, and finally in number 10 (Sept 1913) is a translation of Eliphas Levi’s ‘The Key of the Mysteries’ as a special supplement. </span><br />
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There is no doubt that to the student of the occult and the enthusiast of Crowley’s work, The Equinox is essential reading and it incorporates everything from the early Golden Dawn teachings to Crowley’s own magical system and the Law of Thelema in the Aeon of Horus. Many of the major writings have been published elsewhere of course and a less expensive option is to purchase Regardie’s ‘Gems from the Equinox’ which has most of the important magical writings, but to have the complete set of The Equinox is truly a wondrous and invaluable thing! Outstanding! </span><br />
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<strong>The Equinox – Volume III, number 1.</strong> </span><br />
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After five years of silence since the publication of volume I (publication alternated five years of silence with five years of speech and so Crowley considered volume II of The Equinox to be an unpublished ‘volume of silence’), volume III of The Equinox appeared in March 1919. With its blue cloth covers it became known by the familiar name of the ‘Blue Equinox’. The book has many works of magical instruction and esoteric knowledge specific to Crowley’s Thelemic system of the occult the A.'.A.'., or Great White Brotherhood, a ‘Body of the highest Initiates, pledged to aid mankind. It offers instruction in the Way of Spiritual Progress and Illumination to individual seekers. The work of the A.'.A.'. is called Scientific Illuminism. This may be briefly expressed by quoting its motto: "The method of Science; the aim of Religion." Every seeker is taught how to realise Truth for himself, by means accurate and well-tested. The O.T.O. is the first of the great religious Societies to accept the Law. It trains groups by way of progressive initiation. The Equinox publishes all instructions and pronouncements of the A.'.A.'. and O.T.O. It also publishes such poetry, drama, fiction, and essays, as are sympathetic to this programme, so far as space permits.’ </span><br />
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This first number of volume III contains such important works as: ‘Liber II – The Message of the Master Therion’, ‘Liber DCCCXXXVII – The Law of Liberty’, ‘Liber LXI’, ‘Liber LXV – Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente’, ‘Liber CL – De Lege Libellum’, ‘Liber CLXV – A Master of the Temple’ (an account of the attainment of Frater Unus in Omnibus [Achad], Charles Stansfeld Jones), ‘Liber CCC – Khabs am Pekht’, ‘The Seven Fold Sacrament’, ‘Liber LII – Manifesto of the O.T.O.’, ‘Liber CLXI – Concerning the Law of Thelema’, ‘Liber XV – The Gnostic Mass’ and the special supplement is ‘Liber LXXI – The Voice of the Silence: The Two Paths, The Seven Portals’. </span><br />
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The book shows a definite progression from the first volume and there is a clear turn towards more magical and Thelemic writing rather than short stories and plays. Sadly other numbers were not published during those ‘five years of speech’ but if number one is anything to go by other numbers would have been of the highest quality and content. The book is remarkable as it stands alone in volume III (until other books by Crowley were issued under the Equinox volume III banner later on, such as ‘Eight Lectures on Yoga’ and ‘Liber Aleph’ etc), and it is an excellent addition to any occult student or Crowley scholar’s library! Recommended!
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Crowley wrote the book during a stay at his Highland home, Boleskine, on the banks of Loch Ness, after his wife Rose gave birth to their daughter Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith Crowley, on 28th July 1904. Crowley and his friends whom he invited to stay: his physician Dr. Percival Bott, who joined the party in readiness for Rose’s confinement; Gerald Kelly (1879-1972) the artist and brother to Crowley’s wife Rose; Ivor Gordon Back (1879-1951), a friend of Aleister’s and Gerald’s from their Cambridge University days. Ivor was editing Crowley’s ‘Collected Works’ at the time and he later became a surgeon at St. George’s Hospital, London. Crowley’s Aunt Annie also attended and looked after the household while the men enjoyed the Highland delights of salmon fishing, shooting, climbing (Crowley taught Bott and Back the rudiments of climbing), playing billiards and the Laird’s (Crowley’s) wine cellar! Rose, in her convalescence was bored and so Aleister decided to entertain her by writing a ‘suitable book for her’. He wrote a chapter a day on his typewriter and read what he wrote to the rest of the party, except his Aunt Annie! – ‘Ivor and I, with some assistance from Gerald, collected such of these manuscripts as had not been destroyed, and with ‘The Nameless Novel’, we composed a volume to carry on the literary form of White Stains [Aleister Crowley. 1898] and Alice [Aleister Crowley. 1905]; that is, we invented a perpetrator for the atrocities.’ [Confessions. Aleister Crowley] </span><br />
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And so the book begins with an account of its imaginary author’s life; the author, who is only known by the letter ‘K’, we are told by an un-named editor who stole the manuscript, was born around 1860 in a ‘hunting shire of England’ to parents who were reasonably well off to enjoy a life of leisure. ‘K’ is a delicate and religious youth whom his tutors respect for his learning. After taking Holy Orders, he gains a Chaplaincy in Paris where he is accepted and honoured for his work amongst the poor. During the many hours of idleness he composes ‘hymns’ and spends his evenings at a restaurant known as the ‘Au Chien Rouge’ with the celebrated artists who frequent the place [Crowley is here thinking of the ‘Chat Blanc’ in the Rue d’Odessa, where he enjoyed many an evening in the year 1902]. </span><br />
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‘K’ gives himself sexually to a ‘boat-captain on a Seine steamer’ and after marrying a young and beautiful English woman, they honeymoon in Cairo [Crowley is on familiar ground as he and Rose spent their honeymoon in Cairo]. The couple go to the notorious ‘T – Club’ and there are soldiers, fish porters and all the good and bad of Egyptian society indulging in orgiastic behaviour. It is here that ‘K’s’ wife is violated numerous times! </span><br />
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Then we come to the ‘Nameless Novel’ itself which is about an archbishop and his obscene atrocities which defy belief. Then we are treated to the ‘Juvenilia’, poems which include: ‘The needs of the Navy’, ‘After the Fall: a page from the Book of the Recording Angel’ and ‘The Parson’s Prayer’. Then from the ‘Bromo Book’ we have: ‘Long before dawn’, ‘Stephanos’, ‘To Pe or not to Pe’, ‘Home thoughts from abroad’, ‘One way of love’, ‘Outside the Spanish Cloisters’, and ‘Force’. Then come the Limericks: ‘The sailor ashore’, ‘Triolets’, ‘Birthday Ode’, ‘Rosa Mystica’, ‘Celia’, ‘The automatic girl’, Micturating Mary’ and ‘The poet abroad’. </span><br />
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The book is an interesting example of pornographic literature and ‘schoolboy humour’ written merely as an exercise to amuse his wife Rose. Crowley invented many new words and phrases but its only real value is as a ‘period piece’ for Crowley students and scholars. Its content fails to titillate but be warned as it does include such content as incest, torture, necrophilia, coprophagia, cannibalism, sodomy... you get the idea, all the things that put the ‘Great’ in Great Britain! Crowley said about the book in his ‘Confessions’ that ‘my object is not merely to disgust but to root out ruthlessly the sense of sin!’ Not a bad endeavour! Humorous and degrading and jolly good fun! Enjoy!</span><span style="color: black;">
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It had been a long day, and as the day grew into night Pegamina, finding no place to rest, decided to wander a little from the track she had been keeping to. She hadn’t wandered very far when she heard the sound of raised voices which seemed to come from behind a stone wall. As she crept silently towards the wall, the voices began to grow louder until she could almost hear what was being said, though not quite, for the sound of a flowing river seemed to half drowned out the voices.
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<span style="color: black;">In quanerous rodells by the lade.
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<span style="color: black;">Slurping Goodbar – jatacasted,
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<span style="color: black;">Tome Slanty, the gurlet, purdoranced.
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<span style="color: black;">Undew norns did slapeless, wadelgrabe,
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<span style="color: black;">Through dripping, guey, Noggin Slabe;
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<span style="color: black;">Where Ular bellowed: “Boll Berwick’s Bruste!”
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<span style="color: black;">Upon Mount Zosta, the Wibble’s Puste!
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<span style="color: black;">Run rackled, begulfed in momulous grief
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<span style="color: black;">And entant the sloven, wooly reef.
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<span style="color: black;">Nitter, natter, the bewilderous things;
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<span style="color: black;">Toadish brines by eternal springs.
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<span style="color: black;">Yimmer, yammer, the moondish flats,
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<span style="color: black;">Osgan Moord, contentus grats;
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<span style="color: black;">Bagal, finial, rugged rand, and
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Now, I should point out that The Pense or The Dense is considered to be the holiest of books ever communicated by the Superior Being known as the Ancient. It was received after the dawn of time by an unknown prophet who spent his life teaching that which was divinely given to him. But unfortunately, the prophet was as deaf as an old pair of boots and could not be sure whether the book was to be known by the title of ‘The Pense’ or ‘The Dense’. And so it came to be known as ‘The Pense or The Dense’. The book is written in the style of an epic saga. Telling of how wars were lost and wars were won, and it gives an excellent account of noble deeds and acts of treacherous villainy. In fact, it is a complete history of Sleepy Sadness and its surrounding villages. Tradition has it that there were a further nine volumes originally written, but only the first has survived, which alone takes a lifetime’s study, and so most serious students can do no more than browse through its incomprehensible contents. Kingdoms have been won and lost between those who refer to it as ‘The Pense’ and those who know it as ‘The Dense’. And even now, scholars are disclaiming its authority as the word of the Ancient on the grounds that the prophet, being stone deaf, must have misheard and misspelt most, if not all of the book, and so it is therefore unreliable, and some would say unreadable. But still it continues to be the most revered and worshipped object in Sleepy Sadness.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Furthermore,’ croaked the raven once again, ‘I come not to you, but for you. I ask not that you shall follow me, only that I shall lead!’ And here, he began to recite the parable of the crooked man:
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‘In a crooked room, there lived a crooked man,
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<span style="color: black;">And in his crooked dreams, he dreamt a crooked plan:
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<span style="color: black;">He dreamt a crooked man could fly, far from this crooked earth
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<span style="color: black;">And crooked eyes looked on the light dimmed by his crooked birth.
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<span style="color: black;">He walked across the crooked floor and around the crooked walls
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<span style="color: black;">And to the crooked table where the crooked curtain falls,
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<span style="color: black;">Where there stood a crooked book full of crooked words
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<span style="color: black;">And little crooked pictures of little crooked birds.
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<span style="color: black;">Sat by the crooked window he watched the crooked sky
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<span style="color: black;">And asked the crooked question why a crooked man can’t fly.
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<span style="color: black;">He searched his crooked heart and found the reason why:
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<span style="color: black;">A crooked man has a crooked soul so a crooked man can’t fly!
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<span style="color: black;">But the crooked man had one desire since he was a crooked boy:
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<span style="color: black;">He had to know within himself if a crooked man could fly!
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By now Pegamina was becoming quite sleepy and found it difficult to listen to what was being said. Only small snatches of words seemed to reach her ears between the sound of the rippling river and the wind blowing in the trees. And only distorted images of the raven, flapping its wings and stamping its feet upon the mound, seemed to enter her tired eyes.
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<span style="color: black;">‘...and we are merely wished into a world we no longer wish to participate in. It is ourselves; our very selves, with all its desires and pains and infantile fancies that cause this everlasting sorrow. For let us not forget the words of the Ancient: “It is in the mystery of the heart where sorrow’s seeds are sown, and it is in the cradle of our tears where sad seeds come to bloom!” And furthermore...’ she heard between the river and the wind. But she had fallen fast asleep.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number 5. Summer Solstice An CIX ☉ in 0° Cancer, ☽ in<span style="color: black;"> 21° Aries.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturda</span>y 21st June <span style="color: black;">2014 e</span>.v. </span></div>
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'Draw into naught
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<span style="color: black;">Hear thou the Voice of Fire!' </span></div>
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<em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em></span></div>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.
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Volume 1, Number 5 of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to Frederick <span style="color: black;">Charles</span> 'Raoul' Loveday [1900-1923]
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CONTENTS</span>
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<span style="color: black;"> Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Raoul Loveday 1900-1923</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">My Artemis</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Liber B vel Magi</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Some Observations into the Thelemic Gematria</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Of Liber Al vel Legis. Part 3.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Frater Aud</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Magical Events: Thoughts for Daily Adorations</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Hymn to Pan</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Sudanenka</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> At Wasdale</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> The Kiss</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Pegamina part five</span></div>
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As we celebrate the summer solstice and delight in the long, lazy days ahead, it is altogether quite easy to become distracted from one’s spiritual aspirations. Finding the correct balance between the ‘material’ and the ‘spiritual’ is something we all must do but we should not forget that the Aeon of Horus worships both the material and the spirit equally. It takes a lot of self-discipline to study and practice magick, but it is not necessary to live one’s life as a monk in perpetual devotion, each individual must find the time suitable to their own life and work hard and stride forwards with honour and with integrity. </span></div>
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‘Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.’ [AL. II.20]</span></div>
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The ultimate aim of the magician, whether he or she is using one system or another, is no different from other religions or spiritual philosophies – Union with the Divine! [it is a matter of personal belief whether one considers Thelema to be a Religion or a Philosophy] For whatever reason one comes to magick and to Thelema one must inevitably realise that the true adept has set themselves upon the path to God-hood; towards the Divine Light in order to reflect that Light within them. </span></div>
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‘Success is your proof.’ [AL.III.42]
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In a psychological sense, the Great Work or the ‘spiritual journey’ is an inner exploration of one’s nature, with no stone unturned and every weakness and strength examined and accounted for. In facing those fears and accepting the passage of Life as just another brief moment of collected experiences and spiritual progression; as the finite inner Light sheds its earth-bound body once more, we continue to grow and develop upon our journey!
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In accepting the Law of Thelema as one’s ‘philosophy’ one must consider the true nature of the Law in relation to one’s own life and how one’s thoughts, beliefs and actions correspond within one’s ‘Universe’: what direct effects do they have upon you and to those around you?
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‘Do what thou wilt does not mean “Do what you like.” It is the apotheosis of Freedom; but it is also the strictest possible bond.’ [Liber II]
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It is natural for moments of darkness and doubt to occur, even Greatly Honoured Frater Perdurabo, who worked tirelessly upon the spiritual quest and unto whom the Law of Thelema was revealed, was initially sceptical as to the authenticity of Liber AL. He struggled for many years and fought against it, distracting himself with remarkable adventures and the further away from the Law he threw himself, closer did those Secret Chiefs bring him back, by subtle means towards the Law of Light and Love. It was not until the year 1909 e.v. following his own initiation of <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;">5°=6<span class="unicode"><sup>□</sup></span></span> </span>did he finally accept the heavy burden and understand the important message for mankind that he was responsible for bringing about. And by actions both gentle and grand was he drawn into the attic space of his Magical House, Boleskine, searching for the ‘Enochian Tablets’ and his spare skies for his friend, Kenneth Ward (1887-1927) and once again did the hands of the Prophet of the Lovely Star behold the manuscript of Liber AL vel Legis which he thought had been lost. On that fateful day, Monday 28th June 1909 e.v., a day in which Crowley was ‘exhausted’ from ‘playing fives, billiards, etc. till nearly six this morning.’ A day, perhaps, for it was a short time following the summer solstice, in which the sun was shining and the world seemed full of long, lazy days ahead!
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The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc). Please send all submissions to the editor at barryvanasten418@hotmail.com </span>
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when he was a scholar of St John’s College, Oxford, was a stocky, untidy,
carelessly dressed young man. Beneath his short hair, which was cut <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">en brosse</i>, he had a merry rather than a
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good soccer player and a spectacular climber. After the college gates were
closed at midnight, he regularly climbed in and out. His feat of climbing the Martyrs’
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Frederick Charles Loveday was born in Rangoon on 3rd July 1900 and he was christened sixteen days later. He was one of three children <span style="color: black;">[Frederick had two sisters named Nellie and May]</span> to George Loveday (born 1859) a Royal Navy Petty Officer and Amelia Ann Lewendon (born 21st January 1859) in Newington, Surrey. George and Ann were married on 1st October 1882 at St Saviour’s Church, Denmark Park, Middlesex.
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<span style="color: black;">As a child in Rangoon, young ‘Raoul’ caught malaria and when the family moved to England; they lived at 112 Barry Road, East Dulwich, South London.
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<span style="color: black;">On 2nd August 1918 eighteen year old ‘Raoul’ enlisted in the Officers Training Corps at London’s Inns of Court, a volunteer battalion and part of London’s Territorial Force in Berkhamsted, Berkshire, from September 1914-June 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">Following this he became an undergraduate of St John’s College, Oxford where he studied History and enjoyed writing poetry and playing football. It was here that his interest in the occult began. He was also a member of the Hypocrites Club, a philosophical discussion group at Oxford University and Raoul became the club’s secretary. On one occasion while Raoul was out of college after hours he tried to climb back in but slipped and impaled his thigh on an iron gate railing. He left Oxford in 1922, graduating with a 1st Class Degree in History.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In Oxford Raoul was living at 2 London Place, St Clemente and in 1922 he married Betty May; they had met at Soho's 'Harlequin Club' some weeks previous to their marriage.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Betty May was born Bessie Golding in 1894 in London’s Limehouse and she was the daughter of George Golding. Betty became an artist’s model and she had been living in Paris and was frequently using drugs, mostly cocaine. Her first husband, Miles L Atkinson (they married at St Marylebone, London in the summer of 1914) was a drug addict and after he died Betty married George D K Waldron at St Martin’s in London during the autumn of 1916. George divorced Betty because of her drug use.
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<span style="color: black;">Betty and Raoul were married at the Registry Office in Oxford in September 1922 and a photo of the </span><span style="color: black;">couple was taken in St John’s College gardens.
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<span style="color: black;">At Oxford, Raoul had been studying The Equinox from 1920 until he graduated in 1922, the same year that Raoul met Betty Bickers, the wife of Sheridan Bickers who contributed to The Equinox. It was through Bickers that Roaul met Aleister Crowley as he was staying with Bickers at her home 31 Wellington Square, London. Raoul called on Crowley alone and did not return home to Beak Street, Soho and to his wife Betty, in fact he spent three days with Crowley, taking ether. Betty had already met Crowley in 1914 at the Cafe Royal and was decidedly unimpressed with the magician. It wasn’t long after the great meeting of Raoul and Crowley that the younger man lost all ambition in having an academic career and his mind became obsessed with Crowley and the study of magick. Seeing the huge potential Raoul had for magick, Crowley invited him (and Betty) to the Abbey of Thelema in Cefalu.
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<span style="color: black;">A magician named Robinson Smith, a retired concert agent whom Crowley met at Austin Harrison's house at Seaford, paid the Loveday's fare to Cefalu. </span><span style="color: black;">After Raoul and Betty visited Nina Hamnett (1890-1956) in Paris, they travelled to the Abbey, arriving on Sunday 26th November 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">For the next few weeks Raoul studied his magical work performing the Lesser Banishing Ritual daily and some visionary work which he showed great progress in. </span><span style="color: black;">At the Abbey, Raoul acted as the High Priest during ritual work.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Raoul became a Probationer of Crowley’s Magical Order the A∴A∴ and he took the magical name Frater Aud (Magic Light) at the winter Solstice [Friday 22nd December].
Betty didn’t enjoy life at the Abbey, finding it dirty and she could not get on with Crowley or Ninette Shumway. </span></div>
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One day, Betty and Raoul went for a long walk to visit a nearby monastery and after Crowley told them not to drink the water but Raoul with great thirst drank from a spring.
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<span style="color: black;">'On Saturday morning, 10th February, the Virgin Guardian of the Sangraal [the Scarlet Woman, Leah Hirsig] returned from shopping in the town and found Crowley, Betty, Ninette, Jane, and Raoul assembled in the courtyard. A violent quarrel between Betty and Ninette was in progress. Crowley took Betty's side. Jane listened in silence. Raoul was too ill to say anything. Finally, the row, which had risen out of Betty's calling Ninette a slut, simmered down, and everyone fell in with the Beast's call for greater discipline in the Abbey.' [The Great Beast. John Symonds]</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The next day, the evening of Sunday 11th February, Betty left the Abbey and asked Raoul to send her passport the following day. Raoul wrote a letter to Betty to persuade her to return:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Jane [Wolfe] called on Betty at the Hotel in Cefalu the next day, Monday 12th February, and a little later Leah Hirsig turned up with Raoul's letter and so Betty returned to the Abbey that day to be with her husband, Raoul.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">On Tuesday 13th February Crowley recorded in his diary that he felt 'a current of Magical Force - heavy, black and silent - threatening the Abbey.' [The Great Beast. John Symonds] </span><span style="color: black;">But the next day [Wednesday] Raoul became much worse and Dr Maggio was called for and he diagnosed acute enteritis. Crowley sent a telegram to Raoul's parents explaining his condition.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Raoul Loveday, ‘Frater Aud’ died of enteritis on Friday 16th February 1923 at 4 p.m. at the Abbey of Thelema. He was swiftly placed into a coffin, about an hour after his death and that night the coffin was placed in an outhouse while Crowley kept vigil over it all night, uttering prayers for the young The<span style="color: black;">lemite. He was buried the next day [Saturday 17th February] outside the Catholic cemetery in non consecrated ground. Crowley led the proceedings for Raoul’s ‘Greater Feast’ with Betty, Jane <span style="color: black;">[Wolfe],</span> Ninette <span style="color: black;">[Shumway],</span> Leah and Leah's son Howard in attendance. Raoul was and </span>the first Thelemite to die in the Aeon of Horus. His parents later had his body exhumed and brought back to England for re-burial.
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<span style="color: black;">On Sunday 22nd April 1923 following the arrival of Norman Mudd that day came two Oxford undergraduates named John Pinney, of Christ Church and Claud Bosanquet of New College. They came to investigate the Abbey following the death of their friend and fellow student Raoul Loveday, whom they believed may have died under suspicious circumstances. They stayed for three nights and had a delightful time climbing with Crowley and found no truth in the claims of wickedness at the Abbey.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">On Wednesday 25th February 1925 the front page of the Sunday Express had the headline: 'New Sinister Revelations of Aleister Crowley' and Betty May was laying the blame for Raoul's death at Crowley's door!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In 1929 Betty May published her autobiography ‘Tiger-Woman: My Story’.
Sometime in the nineteen-thirties Betty married again and was Betty May Sedgwick living in Hampstead and in the nineteen-fifties there was a fifth and final marriage to a gentleman named Bailey. </span></div>
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in Camberwell, East Dulwich. The head of the household is George Loveday, aged
50, born 1859 in Lambeth, London, a ‘Naval Pensioner’. His wife, Amelia Loveday
nee Lewendon, is also 50 years old, born 1859 in Newington, London (although
she is entered as ‘Southwark’ on the census). Daughters Nellie, aged 15, born
1895 in ‘Portsmouth’, ‘an apprentice’, and May, aged 14, born 1896 in ‘Portsmouth’
and is a ‘pupil attending school’. Then we find young Frederick Charles Loveday,
aged 10, born in Rangoon, Burma, also a ‘pupil attending school’. The Lovedays
have two boarders staying with them: Alice Hardy aged 40, a widow born in Mogi
Japan listed as a ‘visitor’, and Cecil H Hardy aged 17, born in Ivybridge,
Devonshire, who is a ‘boy clerk’.</span> </span></div>
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1861 census we find the family living at Forty Acres, Kingston, Surrey. Charles
Lewendon, the head of the household is 33 years old, born 1828 at Whitechurch,
Oxfordshire and he is a bricklayer by profession. His wife Sarah is 30 years
old, born in 1831 in Kingston, Surrey. They have three daughters: Elizabeth
aged 9, born in 1852 in Kingston, Surrey and she is a ‘scholar’; Emma aged 7
born in 1854 in ‘London’ and Amelia aged 4, born in 1857 in ‘London’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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1871 census they are still living in Kingston, Surrey, Charles is 37, still a
bricklayer and he is born in ‘Hill Bolton, Oxfordshire’ – the census is not
reliable for accuracy of birth details! His wife Sarah is 37, Amelia Ann is a
scholar born 1859, and there is also Rose Lewendon, 10 years old, Alice aged 6,
Charles aged 3 and Alfred aged 1, all born in Kingston, Surrey.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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years later in the 1881 census the family have moved to Ulverscroft Road in
Camberwell, London. Charles, the head of the family is 46 and a bricklayer, his
wife Sarah is also 46 and a laundress; the children all born in Kingston,
Surrey, are: Elizabeth aged 26 born in 1855 is a ‘Cook (domestic)’, Amelia is
21and a ‘Barmaid (Inn Servant)’, Alice is 16 and a ‘Nursemaid (domestic)’,
Charles is 13, Alfred is 11, George is 8 and Clara is 4. Also living at the
address is Charles Lewendon’s father (Amelia’s Grandfather and Raoul’s Great
Grandfather) George Lewendon, a widower aged 60, born in 1821 in Oxford and a
bricklayer by profession.</span></span><br />
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married at the Oxford Registry Office on Sunday 3<sup>rd</sup> September 1922.
Raoul, or Frederick Charles to give his birth name, is 22 years old and he
gives his profession as ‘author’; he is living at <st1:address w:st="on"><st1:street w:st="on">50 Walton Crescent</st1:street>, <st1:city w:st="on">Oxford</st1:city></st1:address>
and his father, George Loveday is described as a ‘civil servant’. Betty May
Golding is 25 years old and living at the Golden Cross Hotel, <st1:address w:st="on"><st1:street w:st="on">Cornmarket Street</st1:street>, <st1:city w:st="on">Oxford</st1:city></st1:address>; her father George Golding
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Raoul requested
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<st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype></st1:place> for the
weekend which was granted and Betty <span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">May says of the momentous day in her
autobiography ‘Tiger Woman’ published in 1929: <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">‘We were married, in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Oxford</st1:place></st1:city>, shortly before
the end of the summer term. Once again I stood in front of the registrar (1) –
this time, however, in my own shoes. Raoul, less experienced than I, was
extremely nervous, and at the crisis of the ceremony dropped the ring, which
rolled into a corner of the room. One of the witnesses crawled after it and
stood dusting his trousers for the rest of the time. (2) Raoul’s hand trembled
as he slipped the ring onto my finger at the second attempt. I left the office
feeling slightly uneasy. Had the dropping of the ring anything to do with the Princess
Amen Ra? (3) I knew it was an evil omen. Was my marriage again going to be a
failure?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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marriage [Sunday 3<sup>rd</sup> September 1922] a thing happened which although
even at the time it filled me with a certain foreboding, I never imagined would
return to me in such circumstances of horror. We were walking through the
gardens of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">St. John’s</st1:place></st1:city>
and someone suggested taking a photograph of us both. We stood beneath one of
the trees there and he took a snap. When this photograph was printed there was
the ghostly form of a slim young man lying just over my husband’s head. It was
as though the form was asleep or dead, and the arms were raised slightly behind
the head, while the head drooped gently to one side. At the time I remember we
were amused by this “spook” photograph, but I felt an indescribable feeling of
anxiety, even though I laughed at it. Later on in my story you will learn how
my fears were justified and how amazing a warning this was of what was to come.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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of us went to one of the dance halls forbidden to undergraduates. It was rather
a sordid place, with a bad floor and a worse band, whose chief allurement must
have been the fact that it was forbidden. Rather drunken undergraduates were
dancing with cheap-scented girls of the town. Some of them greeted Raoul
noisily. However, he was not in the slightest degree embarrassed, and treated
them with his usual easy insolence of manner.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">We stayed there a bit.
It was not very amusing, but there did not seem to be anything else to do in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Oxford</st1:place></st1:city> at this time of
night. I was dancing with Raoul, I remember, when at about <st1:time hour="11" minute="0" w:st="on">eleven o’clock</st1:time> the alarm went round that the
proctors were coming. There was a rush for the door, and I was left alone. Two
undergraduates only had not fled, and they were hiding under a seat in the
ladies’ cloak-room, protected by the skirts of their partners. The proctors,
well up to the trick, and untroubled by modesty, searched that apartment as a
matter of course. It was an exciting moment. They were just going when one of
the idiotic girls laughed, and the proctors returned and dragged the fugitives
ignominiously by the ankles from their concealment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I was very sick with
myself for having suggested coming to the dance. Raoul, with whom I was quite
unjustly angry for leaving me, had been against it, because, having got leave
to go away for the week-end so as to be able to stay with me on our wedding
night, it would have been fatal for him to be discovered in Oxford.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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closing down. What was I to do? Would Raoul come back for me, or would he
expect me to follow him? I was undecided until my hesitation was overcome for
me by a certain famous boxer, who had been with us, and now offered to take me
back to the hotel where Raoul and I were staying.’<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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that she was about to ring the night bell at the hotel but she decided to go
for a walk to the Trout Inn to look at the water meadows and the Thames by
moonlight, (4) and also to punish Raoul for abandoning her at the dance hall.
She stood leaning over the bridge by the Trout Inn; (5) after a while she
crosses the bridge and walked along the river, singing songs in her head. The
river bank was sloping and slippery and she fell head-first into the river.
Luckily it was quite shallow. Betty returned to the hotel covered in mud: ‘For
a moment Raoul could not recognise the miry apparition that met his eyes. Water
dripped from me as I stood there. He asked me what on earth had happened and
how I had managed to get like this. Had someone thrown me into the river?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Good God,” he asked,
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reprimanded at this early stage of our relationship, so I said, “And why did
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September, Raoul had invited a friend of his to dinner and to meet his new
wife, Betty; the un-named friend, (6) a well-known psychic and clairvoyant, in
Betty’s autobiography was tall and gaunt and she took an instant dislike to him
although he was an entertaining speaker and he and Raoul talked about poetry;
Raoul was making a stand for the poets Ernest Dowson (1867-1900) and Lionel
Johnson (1867-1902) whom his friend said were ‘sentimental and decadent’. Raoul
defensively said that he hated the Georgian poets and declared himself a
romantic and when asked which living poets he admires, mentioned the name of
some professor and a poet of the occult whom Betty had met in 1914 at the Café
Royal – Aleister Crowley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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fellow suggested he knew what Betty was in a previous incarnation. In comparing
their notes on the subject Raoul and his friend had reached the same
conclusion, that she was a witch-doctor and Raoul was the chieftain of the
village who loved her but she refused to yield her love to him; the chieftain,
deciding to kill the witch-doctor set her adrift in a boat which capsized in a storm
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in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Oxford</st1:place></st1:city> for a
few days after the Oxford University Commemoration Ball and then went to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">London</st1:place></st1:city>, taking a room at
the Harlequin Club at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">55 Beak
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Raoul. They were poor and Raoul had accumulated large debts with tailors and
booksellers in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Oxford</st1:place></st1:city>.
Betty took to being an artist’s model again; earning a pound a day to keep them
both while Raoul studied Egyptology at the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">British</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Museum</st1:placetype></st1:place>
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Harlequin, Betty’s friend Betty Bickers came over, Bickers was interested in
the occult and when <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Crowley</st1:place></st1:city>
came up in conversation Raoul said he would like to meet him and Bickers
informed him that <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Crowley</st1:place></st1:city>
was staying at her house. (7) Raoul became infatuated with magick and <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Crowley</st1:place></st1:city> and did not
return home for two days and nights. ‘On the night of the third day I was
awakened by the sound of someone trying to open my bedroom window. It was
Raoul. We were on the third floor in one of those tall houses in <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Beak Street</st1:address></st1:street>, just
off <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Regent Street</st1:address></st1:street>,
and he had climbed from the street. He was covered with dust and soot, and his
breath reeked of ether. I put him to bed, where he lay in a doped sleep until
the middle of the following day.’<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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again and Raoul was away for three days, Betty attempted to foil <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Crowley</st1:place></st1:city> and they left the
room in <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Beak Street</st1:address></st1:street>
and took another, (8) but after a while <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Crowley</st1:place></st1:city>
turned up at the door wearing his <st1:place w:st="on">Highland</st1:place>
kilt and holding a magical wand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;">The name of Registrar was J. H. B.Wright.<o:p></o:p></span></span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;">The two witnesses on the marriage
certificate are almost undecipherable but diligent examination seems to
yield two names: Jean Pierre Dubont and Susan Billingham, so it would
appear that Jean Pierre is the witness who crawls after the ring.<o:p></o:p></span></span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;">Betty had mocked the mummified Princess by
sticking her tongue out at her when Raoul took her to the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">British</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Museum</st1:placetype></st1:place>. Raoul was shocked. ‘Without
a word he rushed me out of the Museum, took me straight back to where I
was staying and told me to wait for him there. <span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“But where are you going?” I asked.<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Back to the Museum,” he answered, still pale, “to pray that she may
take her evil spell from you and place it on me.” [‘Tiger Woman’. The Mystic.]</span></span></span></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The moon was three days from full which
occurred on <st1:date day="6" month="9" w:st="on" year="1922">Wednesday 6<sup>th</sup>
September 1922</st1:date>.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;"> <span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The Trout is a 17<sup>th</sup> Century Inn
by the River Thames at <st1:place w:st="on">Lower Wolvercote</st1:place>, <st1:place w:st="on">North<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Oxfordshire</st1:place>, near <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Godstow</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Bridge</st1:placetype></st1:place>.</span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;">Raoul had several friends from oxford such
as Allan Porter, Arthur Read, and Bertram Higgins (1901-1974) born in
Melbourne who read languages at Oxford; Betty’s friend ‘Dolores’ [Norine
Fournier Lattimore (1894-1934)] was an artist’s model at the Harlequin
Club and often joined them at social gatherings.</span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">This was at <st1:address w:st="on"><st1:street w:st="on">31 Wellington Square</st1:street>, <st1:city w:st="on">London</st1:city></st1:address>,
where <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Crowley</st1:place></st1:city>
was staying with Betty Sheridan-Bickers and teaching her magick and giving
lectures on Thelema.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: black;"> <span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">This would have been in October 1922 and
it was probably a furnished room in <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Fitzroy Street</st1:address></st1:street>. Crowley says in his
‘Confessions’: ‘He and Betty lived in one filthy room in Fitzroy Street, a
foul, frowsty, verminous den, stinking of the miasma of that great class
who scrape through the years by dint of furtive cunning in dubious
avocations. They were living from hand to mouth, with disaster eternally looming
ahead, and the whisper of hope more faint and feeble as each effort ended
in failure.’ [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. Chapter 94.]<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
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<span style="color: black;">*from an essay by Raoul Loveday entitled 'Ravishment' quoting Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">MY ARTEMIS</span>
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I was sheep in your fold
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<span style="color: black;">Of emerald and gold,
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<span style="color: black;">Cradled gently at your thighs,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Where thy milky limbs begin –
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<span style="color: black;">Your young face flushed with sin
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<span style="color: black;">And summer’s sweet surprise!
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Two minds, two souls, collide;
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<span style="color: black;">Two hearts as one inside
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<span style="color: black;">And at the scent of death our lips were pressed.
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">he air was thick with madness
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">And your subtle sighing sadness
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Beneath the midnight moon as we caressed!
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By soft seduction, I could tell
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<span style="color: black;">That our hearts were damned to hell
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">When your body, ‘neath cold stone, graceful lies!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Love’s murderous midnight rapture –
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Something strange in your super-nature
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Evokes a world of love that too soon dies!</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>Barry Van-Asten.</em></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">LIBER B</span> <strong>VEL</strong> <span style="font-size: large;">MAGI </span></span><br />
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SUB FIGURA</span><br />
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00. One is the Magus: twain His forces: four His weapons. These are the Seven Spirits of Unrighteousness; seven vultures of evil. Thus is the art and craft of the Magus but glamour. How shall He destroy Himself?
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<span style="color: black;">0. Yet the Magus hath power upon the Mother both directly and through Love. And the Magus is Love, and bindeth together That and This in His Conjuration.
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<span style="color: black;">1. In the beginning doth the Magus speak Truth, and send forth Illusion and Falsehood to enslave the soul. Yet therein is the Mystery of Redemption.
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<span style="color: black;">2. By his Wisdom made He the Worlds; the Word that is God is none other than He.
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<span style="color: black;">3. How then shall He end His speech with Silence? For He is Speech.
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<span style="color: black;">4. He is the First and the Last. How shall He cease to number Himself?
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<span style="color: black;">5. By a Magus is this writing made known through the mind of a Magister. The one uttereth clearly, and the other understandeth; yet the Word is falsehood, and the Understanding darkness. And this saying is Of All Truth.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Nevertheless it is written; for there be times of darkness, and this as a lamp therein.
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<span style="color: black;">7. With the Wand createth He.
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<span style="color: black;">8. With the Cup preserveth He.
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<span style="color: black;">9. With the Dagger destroyeth He.
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<span style="color: black;">10. With the Coin redeemeth He.
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<span style="color: black;">11. His weapons fulfil the wheel; and on What Axle that turneth is not known unto Him.
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<span style="color: black;">12. From all these actions must He cease before the curse of His Grade is uplifted from Him. Before He attain to That which existeth without Form.
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<span style="color: black;">13. And if at this time He be manifested upon earth as a Man, and therefore is this present writing, let this be His method, that the curse of His grade, and the burden of His attainment, be uplifted from Him.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Let Him beware of abstinence from action. For the curse of His grade is that He must speak Truth, that the Falsehood thereof may enslave the souls of men. Let Him then utter that without Fear, that the Law may be fulfilled. And according to His Original Nature will that law be shapen, so that one may declare gentleness and quietness, being an Hindu; and another fierceness and servility, being a Jew; and yet another ardour and manliness, being an Arab. Yet this matter toucheth the mystery of Incarnation, and is not here to be declared.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Now the grade of a Magister teacheth the Mystery of Sorrow, and the grade of a Magus the Mystery of Change, and the grade of Ipsissimus the Mystery of Selflessness, which is called also the Mystery of Pan.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Let the Magus then contemplate each in turn, raising it to the ultimate power of Infinity. Wherein Sorrow is Joy, and Change is Stability, and Selflessness is Self. For the interplay of the parts hath no action upon the whole. And this contemplation shall be performed not by simple meditation—how much less then by reason? but by the method which shall have been given unto Him in His initiation to the Grade.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Following which method, it shall be easy for Him to combine that trinity from its elements, and further to combine Sat-Chit-Ananda, and Light, Love, Life, three by three into nine that are one, in which meditation success shall be That which was first adumbrated to Him in the grade of Practicus (which reflecteth Mercury into the lowest world) in Liber XXVII, «Here is Nothing under its three Forms.»
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<span style="color: black;">18. And this is the Opening of the Grade of Ipsissimus, and by the Buddhists it is called the trance Nerodha-Samapatti.
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<span style="color: black;">19. And woe, woe, woe, yea woe, and again woe, woe, woe, unto seven times be His that preacheth not His law to men!
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<span style="color: black;">20. And woe also be unto Him that refuseth the curse of the grade of a Magus, and the burden of the Attainment thereof.
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<span style="color: black;">21. And in the word CHAOS let the Book be sealed; yea, let the Book be sealed.
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">SOME OBSERVATIONS INTO THE THELEMIC </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">GEMATRIA OF LIBER AL vel LEGIS </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">sub figura CCXX </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">as delivered by XCIII = to DCLXVI</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">PART THREE</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">BY AUDRAREP</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.</span></div>
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Chapter III </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.</strong></span>
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Abrahadabra – the word contains five letters ‘a’, (Hebrew letter Aleph) symbolic of the pentagram (or the’ pentalpha’). Aleph in full=111 (111x5=555). 555=HAD in full. Abrahadabra= 11 letters (5 the pentagram + 6 the hexagram, the union of the microcosm with the macrocosm and it therefore represents the completion of the Great Work). Notice also that the first verse contains five words, five being the ‘elements’ and the pentagram, the symbol of Hadit. In chapter I was the ‘manifestation’, in chapter II the ‘hiding’ and here in chapter III is the ‘reward’. Also ‘Ra Hoor Khut’ is spelt without ‘yod’ [Khuit] which may have some significance as to a formula or gematria.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!</strong></span>
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‘word not known. Spelling is defunct;’ – ‘Ra-Hoor-Khuit’ now contains the ‘yod’ and is spelt in the familiar way.
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ALL=1+30+30=61.
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AUGHT=1+6+3+5+9=24.
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</span><span style="color: black;"><strong>3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.
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4. Choose ye an island!</strong></span>
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I</span><span style="color: black;">sland=Chokhma on the tree of life. Ye= Yod/He=10+5=15, the mystic number of Geburah. Island could also mean a part of the psych that is weak and needs to be ‘healed’ or strengthened to attain perfect equilibrium in order to perform the Great Work.
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<strong>5. Fortify it!</strong>
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Make it strong!
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<strong>6. Dung it about with enginery of war!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>7. I will give you a war-engine.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.
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9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.
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The beginning of the verse implies a magickal formula known to initiates.
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<strong>1</strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>0. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple -- and that temple is already aright disposed -- & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.</strong>
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The Stele of Revealing which was numbered 666 in the Boulak Museum, Cairo. The Stele (which is the stele of the Priest Ankh-f-n-khonsu) shows the image of Horus in his form as Ra-Hoor-Khuit. Above him is the Winged Globe and above that the bent figure of the Goddess Nuit, her feet and hands touching the earth.
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<strong>11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!</strong>
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The Victorious City is Cairo and the ill-ordered house is the Boulak Museum.
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HEATHEN=5+5+1+9+5+5+50=80.
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EAT=5+1+9=15.
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Ra-Hoor-Khu by its nature seems to suggest that it manifests in the soul or ‘khu’ of the adept. By this thinking, Ra-Hoor-Khuit may be an element which manifests as ‘the Lord of the aeon of Horus’ and Ra-Hoor-Khut as an element of the manifestation which appears as the initiator of the magickal current from the Kiblah, or Boleskine.
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‘let blood flow to my name’ in its secret sense suggests semen.
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<strong>12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.</strong>
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LITTLE=30+10+9+9+30+5=93 (3x31, La ShT Al, Thelema).
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BIG=2+10+3=15.
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CHILD= By the Tarot VII+XVII+IX+VIII+III=44 (DM blood).
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<span style="color: black;">This is not a licence to perform a sacrifice; child in this sense is the unborn child of the adept, in other words, semen.
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<strong>13. But not now.
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14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!
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15. Ye shall be sad thereof.
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16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.</strong>
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‘Know not’ – ALL (1+30+30=61) AL+LA.
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Ye= Yod, He, the Beast and the Scarlet Woman.
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<strong>17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.
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18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!</strong>
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OFF=6+6+6=18.
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Mercy= Chesed.
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<strong>19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.</strong>
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718= Upsilon – pi – omicron – mu – omicron – nu – eta = persistence, a Greek noun corresponding to ‘perdurabo’.
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Steel 666= CTHAH=546 (CT counts as 500 or 52 when CT is 6).
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<span style="color: black;">CTAYPOS=777. CTHAH=52.
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<span style="color: black;">178-52+666, CYHAH=666.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">WHY (taking Tzaddi as the Emperor in the Tarot) = V+XVII+IX=XXXI (31).
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<strong>21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.
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22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The ordeal X is perhaps an allusion to the crossing of the Abyss.
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<strong>23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.</strong>
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Oil of Abramelin: 8 parts Cinnamon oil, 4 parts Myrrh oil, 2 parts Galangal oil, and 7 parts olive oil. (Essential oils are usually used for this).
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<strong>24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.</strong>
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Blood of the moon= menstrual blood. In the aeon of Horus sexual energies are utilized and where it is written blood it usually means semen or the conjoined elements found after sexual intercourse.
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<strong>2</strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>5. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.</strong>
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Cakes of Light (see verse 23 above):
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A simple recipe is 1.5 cups of flour, 6 table spoons of extra virgin olive oil, 7 table spoons of honey, 1 table spoon of wine leavings and 7 drops of Abramelin oil. The ‘rich fresh blood’ I would suggest is an optional ingredient but I would say that 1 drop or a certain number peculiar to a particular operation would suffice. These ‘cakes’ are generally used in the Gnostic Mass and the Mass of the Phoenix, but they can be used in other rites as the adept desires.
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<strong>26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.
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27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>28. Also ye shall be strong in war.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.
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30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.
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32. From gold forge steel!</strong>
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Gold represents Tiphereth and ‘forge steel’ suggests Geburah.
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<strong>33. Be ready to fly or to smite!
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3</strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>4. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!</strong>
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Snake – the serpent-god= Hadit. [Apep – APP=1+80+80=161].
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‘double-wanded one’ is Thmaist (the dual form of Thmaist is Thmais and Thmait and in Greek it is Themis). ‘Blessing’ (semen) ‘poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!’ who is Horus.
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35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">Heru-ra-ha=HRU-RA-HA (5+200+6+200+1+5+1=418.
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Horus and Ra and Spirit. Ha=5+1=6=the sun (and the Hexagram).
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<strong>36. Then said the prophet unto the God:
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37. I adore thee in the song --
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I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>For me unveils the veiled sky,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
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Unity uttermost showed!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>I adore the might of Thy breath,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Supreme and terrible God,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Who makest the gods and death
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>To tremble before Thee: --
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>I, I adore thee!
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Appear on the throne of Ra!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Open the ways of the Khu!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Lighten the ways of the Ka!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The ways of the Khabs run through
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>To stir me or still me!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Aum! let it fill me!</strong>
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Unity=13.
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Ankh-af-na-khonsu(t)=666.
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RA=201. KHU=31. KA=21.
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38. So that thy light is in me; & 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 quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:
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The light is mine; its rays consume
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Me: I have made a secret door
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Into the House of Ra and Tum,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
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By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Bid me within thine House to dwell,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>O winged snake of light, Hadit!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!</strong>
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Mentu=MVNTV=40+6+50+9+6=111.
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Bes-na-Maut= BISh-N-MAVT=2+10+300+50+40+1+6+9=418.
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Ra, Tum, Ahathoor and Kephra pertain to the various stations of the sun throughout its course: Dawn (East), Noon (South), Sunset (West), and Midnight (North). See Liber Resh vel Helios.
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<strong>39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever -- for in it is the word secret & not only in the English -- and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!
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40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.</strong>
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The comment is found at the end of the Book:
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THE COMMENT.
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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The study of this Book is forbidden. It is wise to destroy this copy after the first reading.
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Whosoever disregards this does so at his own risk and peril. These are most dire.
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<span style="color: black;">Those who discuss the contents of this Book are to be shunned by all, as centres of pestilence.
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All questions of the Law are to be decided only by appeal to my writings, each for himself.
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<span style="color: black;">There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
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Love is the law, love under will.
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The priest of the princes,
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Ankh-f-n-khonsu
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41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.</strong>
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KAABA=20+1+1+2+1=25 (5x5) the Pentagram in action.
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42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!
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4</strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>3. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">Scarlet woman in Greek=667 [eta, – kappa – omicron – kappa – kappa – iota – nu – eta, – gamma – upsilon – nu – eta] and its initial eta, kappa, gamma= 8+20+3=31.
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<strong>44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!
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45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.
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46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!</strong>
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40=Mem, 80= Pe, Mars etc. ‘Go on’ Go=73, Gimel in full, On=56 or 120. ANY=1+50+10=61.
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47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.</strong>
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‘circle squared in its failure is a key also’ – ALHIM – The mathematical Pi to four places= 3.1415 (more accurately 3.1416). Notice 31! Placing ShT before it we get Pi correct to six places 3.141593= ShTALHIM =300+9+1+30+5+10+40=395. This is reversed to give 593. ‘In its failure’ – Pi more accurately would be: 3.1415926535…
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IT= 10+9=19. It was Charles Stansfield Jones (Frater AChAD who is ‘one’) who discovered the ‘key of it all’ (the number 31) in the year 1918 and he was the ‘child’ prophesised by the Book because Crowley and Soror Hilarion (Jean Robert Foster) performed a magical operation to produce a magical child, thus AChAD was ‘born’, he became a Babe of the Abyss. Crowley’s letter to AChAD of 9th September 1919 reads:
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‘Your key opens Palace.CCXX has unfolded like a flower. All solved, even II.76 & III.47…. AL’AIN the Priest…..666’. For more on this see Liber 31.
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<strong>48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.
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49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.
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5</span><span style="color: black;">0. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
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51. With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>2. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.
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53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.</strong>
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<strong>54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.</strong>
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The words ‘Bahlasti’ and ‘Ompehda’ have the appearance of Enochian words.
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OMPEHDA(H)=70+40+80+5+5+4+1+5=210 ( a reduction from two to nought).
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<strong>55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!
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56. Also for beauty's sake and love's!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">Perhaps a reference to Babalon and the Beast.
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57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>59. As brothers fight ye!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.</strong>
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WILT=6+10+30+9=55.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra's seat, lightening the girders of the soul.
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62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.
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63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.</strong>
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‘The fool’ (Parzival= Frater O.I.V.V.I.O. who is also AChAD – Charles Stansfield Jones) ‘understandeth it’ (he was a Magister Templi which is the grade attributed to understanding) ‘not’ (meaning to be ‘not’. PARZIVAL=418. Parzival is AChAD which means ‘unity’, and the letter of unity is ‘Aleph’ which is the letter of the ‘fool’ in the Tarot. ‘NOT’ in Hebrew is ‘LA’ which is 31 and ‘AL’ is God, also 31. The third 31 is the double letter ShT (XX + XI in the Tarot). 31+31+31=93.</span><br />
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<strong>64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.
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65. Through the second, gold.
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66. Through the third, stones of precious water.
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67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.
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68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.
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69. There is success.</strong>
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<strong>70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.
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71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.
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72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia--but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.</strong>
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‘I am’ in Greek= epsilon – iota – mu – iota =5+10+40+10=65 [6+5=11.
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65= Samekh (60) + He (5). In the Tarot Samekh=XIV and He=XVII [XIV+XVII=XXXI (31)].
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WAND=6+1+50+4=61.
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Coph Nia=100+61=161. Coph in the Tarot= KVPh=31. KVPh NIA in full=434 (4+3+4=11). [KOPh NIA=231 which is the sum of the first 22 numbers </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">0+1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13+14+15+16+17+18+19+20+21=231.
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KPh=K the Kteis (the moon) and Ph the Phallus (the sun), their conjunction produces NIA (61) – AIN (the negative) and ANI (the ego).
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<strong>73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!
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74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.</strong>
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‘the sun of midnight is ever the son’= the sun of midnight= Kephra, of which it is stated is ‘ever the son’ – Son in the Tarot= XIV+XV+XIII=XXXVIII (38) 3+8=11 and 38x11=418.
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Also, SUN=60+6+50=116 and SON=60+6+50=116, and also by the Tarot we can get XIV+V+XIII=XXVIII (28) for both ‘sun’ and ‘son’. 28= KCh=Power and it is the mystic number of Netzach. Also note that by addition sun+son=28+28=56 – NV (Nuit).
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<strong>75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.
The Book of the Law is Written
and Concealed.
Aum. Ha.</strong>
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Abrahadabra, the word of eleven letters. Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khuit also have eleven letters each.
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Aum-Ha= Aum=111 and Ha=6. [111x6+666]. Aum (mem final)=671 which is Throa, the Gate of Adonai in full.
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75, the final verse= NUIT (50+6+10+9=75).</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">FRATER AUD</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Raoul Loveday
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<span style="color: black;">(1900-1923)
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Dream-child of the poet, forsaken,
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<span style="color: black;">The Gods hath delivered your prayer;
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<span style="color: black;">The songs of the Lord sung in darkness
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<span style="color: black;">And the eyes of the neophyte, fair.
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Pride of the Prophet – since chosen
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<span style="color: black;">By a force in the fever of brain;
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<span style="color: black;">Yours was the first of the Great Feasts;
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<span style="color: black;">The first of the Saints to be slain!
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Boy of rare beauty, outstanding;
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<span style="color: black;">Brilliant of mind... Youth’s courage
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<span style="color: black;">Answered the call of the aeon
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<span style="color: black;">And sought the great Light of the Mage!
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Illuminated by wisdom and Love,
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<span style="color: black;">The shadow in your soul was still –
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<span style="color: black;">A sentinel of silence, you stood:
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will!
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Your sacrifice, here we remember;
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<span style="color: black;">Your flame in the cavernous Night!
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<span style="color: black;">A hundred years hence they shall praise you
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<span style="color: black;">Dear brother of the Magical Light!
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>Barry Van-Asten.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">MAGICAL EVENTS: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">THOUGHTS FOR</span> DAILY ADORATIONS</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By Audrarep</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">JANUARY
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<span style="color: black;">1. The 2nd working in the Paris Working (-2nd Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">2. The 3rd working in the Paris Working (-3rd Jan) 1914. Crowley met Frank Harris 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">3. The end of the 3rd working in the Paris Working 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Jack Parsons begins his Babalon Working 1946.
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<span style="color: black;">5. The 4th working in the Paris Working (-6th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">6. The 5th working in the Paris Working 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley wrote Rosa Mundi 1904. The 6th working in the Paris Working 1914. Crowley passing the bookshop in Praed Street, London where he noticed his book Moonchild and a case for ‘libel’ 1933.
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<span style="color: black;">8. The 7th working in the Paris Working (-9th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">9. Crowley in Paris 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">10. The nativity of George Cecil Jones 1873.
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<span style="color: black;">11. The 8th working in the Paris Working (-12th Jan) 1914. Leah takes the Oath of the Scarlet Woman 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">12. Crowley invoked Aiwaz in an I Ching divination 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">13. Chokmah Day 11 ends 1917. Crowley gave his first lecture on Yoga in Paris in 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Chokmah Day 6 ends 1916. Chokmah Day 12 begins 1917. Chokmah Day 16 ends 1918. Crowley’s first encounter via the ‘Camel’ of the wizard Amalantrah 1918. Chokmah Day 21 ends1919.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Chokmah Day 7 begins 1916. Chokmah Day 18 begins 1918.
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<span style="color: black;">16. The nativity of Norman Mudd 1889. Crowley initiated by Mathers as an Adeptus Minor in Paris 1900.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley moved into Netherwood, Hastings 1945.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Jack Parsons went into the Mojave Desert to perform the Babalon Working 1946.
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<span style="color: black;">19. The 9th working in the Paris Working (-20th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">20. The 10th working in the Paris Working (-21st Jan) 1914. Crowley’s second lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">21. The 11th working in the Paris Working (-22nd Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">22. The 12th working in the Paris Working (-23rd Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">23. The Crowley’s reach Yungchang in their walk across China 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley and Eckenstein walk to the summit of Cabeza in Mexico 1901.
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<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley’s third lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">26. The 13th working in the Paris Working (-27th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">27. The 14th working in the Paris Working (-28th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">28. The 15th working in the Paris Working (-29th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">29. The 16th working in the Paris Working (-30th Jan) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">30. Crowley called on his old mistress Jane Cheron in Paris and was given a reproduction of the Stele of Revealing 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">31. Crowley performs a magical operation to dedicate himself to be the High Priest of the Most Holy Phallus 1917.
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FEBRUARY
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<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley writes to P R Stephenson of Mandrake Press to issue The Banned Lecture 1930.
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<span style="color: black;">2. The 17th working in the Paris Working (-3rd Feb) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">3. The 18th working in the Paris Working (-4th Feb) 1914. The day the Banned Lecture would have taken place in Oxford 1930. Crowley’s fourth lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">4. The 19th working in the Paris Working (-5th Feb) 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">5. The 20th working in the Paris Working 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley burnt his talisman dedicated to Jupiter and consecrated to K Margaret Binetti 1927.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley is at Boleskine preparing for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin 1900.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Crowley and his wife Rose arrive at Port Said 1904.
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<span style="color: black;">9. Crowley and Rose travel to Cairo 1904. The 21st working in the Paris Working 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">10. The 22nd working in the Paris Working 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">11. The 23rd working in the Paris Working. Crowley pledges to do a Magical Retirement concerning Augoeides 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">12. The birth and death of Crowley’s sister Grace Mary Elizabeth Crowley 1880. The 24th and last working in the Paris Working 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">13. Crowley visits Allan Bennett in Burma 1901.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Crowley begins Augoeides 1906. Crowley leaves Paris to return to Fontainbleu 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Crowley begins to come off heroin 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">16. The Greater Feast of Raoul Loveday 1923.
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<span style="color: black;">17. The funeral of Raoul Loveday 1923. Crowley’s fifth lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Karl Germer is liberated from a French concentration camp 1941.
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<span style="color: black;">19. Crowley and Rose go to Helwan and Crowley plays golf 1904.
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<span style="color: black;">20. The Crowley’s reach Yunnanfu in their walk across China 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley writes Ahab 1902.
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<span style="color: black;">22. The Greater Feast of Leah Hirsig 1975.
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<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley leaves Allan Bennett whom he visited in Akyab 1902.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley begins his preparations for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin with the Oath of the Beginning 1900. Crowley’s sixth lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">25. The Sunday Express publishes an article about the death of Raoul Loveday 1923.
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<span style="color: black;">26. The nativity of Anne Leah (Poupee), Crowley’s child by Leah Hirsig 1920
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<span style="color: black;">27. Crowley performs a magic operation with Ninette Shumway 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley’s ‘first missionary mission’ talk at Cambridge for the Pan Society 1907. Jack Parsons received the Book of Babalon in the Mojave Desert 1946.
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<span style="color: black;">29.* The young Crowley is taken to view the dead body of his sister grace Mary Elizabeth Crowley 1880.
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MARCH
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<span style="color: black;">1. The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn is founded 1888.
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<span style="color: black;">2. The Crowley’s breakfast with the Consul General 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley’s ‘ragged Ragtime Girls’ open at The Old Tivoli 1913. Crowley’s seventh lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">4. The Sunday Express interview with Betty May the Tiger Woman and wife of Raoul Loveday 1923.</span></div>
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5. Death of Crowley’s father Edward Crowley 1887.
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<span style="color: black;">6. The Crowley’s reach the Plateau and Gorge on their walk across China 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">7. The Mother’s Tragedy published 1901.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Leah Hirsig returns home after the birth of their daughter Anne leah (Poupee) 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">9. The death of Crowley’s daughter by his wife Rose whom they called Lola Zaza Crowley 1990.
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<span style="color: black;">10. Crowley’s ‘My wanderings in search of the absolute’ appears in the Referee 1935. Crowley’s eighth and final lecture on Yoga in Paris 1937. </span></div>
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11. Crowley is served a writ on behalf of Mathers for publishing Golden Dawn secret rituals in The Equinox 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">12. Frank Bennett joins the A∴A∴ 1910. The nativity of John Symonds 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">13. The first performance of the Gnostic Mass at Agape Lodge OTO California 1933.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Crowley and his wife Rose take a flat in Cairo 1904.
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<span style="color: black;">15. The long march over cobbles in the wind and the rain when Crowley’s horse constantly slipped and stumbled on the walk across China 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Crowley performed the Preliminary Invocation of the Goetia for Rose’s amusement 1904.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley invoked Thoth 1904. Crowley gave a talk Travelling on the Astral Plane in London 1939.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley completes Book III of Orpheus 1902.
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<span style="color: black;">19. Crowley performs The Invocation of Horus 1904.
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<span style="color: black;">20. Crowley wrote ‘Crowleymas Day’ [Berashith] 1902. The Equinox, volume I, number I. 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">21. The nativity of Jane Wolfe 1875. The Equinox volume III, number I published 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley and his wife Rose travel to Hong Kong 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley boards a train for Rawalpindi 1902. Crowley moves to 60 Jermyn Street, London 1907.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley finished moving into 60 Jermyn Street, London 1907.
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<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley sends his finished proof of Olla to the publishers 1946.
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<span style="color: black;">26. Crowley is busy correcting his Simon Iff stories 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">27. Chokmah Day 7 ends 1916. Chokmah Day 12 ends 1917.
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<span style="color: black;">28. Chokmah Day 2 ends 1915. Chokmah Day 8 begins 1916. Chokmah day 13 begins 1917.
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<span style="color: black;">29. Chokmah Day 3 begins 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">30. Frater Achad [C S Jones] travels from Vancouver and joins Crowley to assist him in the Amalantrah Workings and The Equinox 1918.
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<span style="color: black;">31. Karl Germer sailed for the USA 1941.
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APRIL
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<span style="color: black;">1. Leila Waddell joins the A∴A∴ 1910. Crowley arrived in Cefalu 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">2. The nativity of C S Jones [Frater Achad] 1886. The Abbey of Thelema founded 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley and Eckenstein leave Mexico City for Chalchicomula 1901.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley ‘foolishly and wickedly puts off Augoeides’ 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley is suffering from malaria 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Victor Neuburg becomes the first member to join the A∴A∴ 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley goes to 36 Blythe Road, London, location of the Second Order 1900 and postpones his Abramelin operation.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Chapter I of the Book of the Law 1904.
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<span style="color: black;">9. The nativity of Leah Hirsig 1883. The nativity of Roddie Minor [the Camel] 1884. Chapter II of the Book of the Law 1904. Crowley stays with Soror Fidelis in Hong Kong 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">10. Chapter III of the Book of the Law 1904. The first day of the Laughing Torso trial 1934.
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<span style="color: black;">11. The second day of the Laughing Torso trial 1934.
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<span style="color: black;">12. The third day of the Laughing Torso trial 1934.
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<span style="color: black;">13. The fourth and final day of the Laughing Torso trial 1934.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Leah and baby Poupee arrive at the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Crowley attempts to stop the Golden Dawn rowdiness with symbol of Mahawani Thesi 1900.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Crowley climbs the Great Gully [Deep Ghyll] in Cefalu 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley attempts to seize the Vault of the Adepts at 36 Blythe Road, London 1900.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley is studying Liber legis and asks Fidelis to invoke Aiwass. Hong Kong 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">19. The Doctor is sent for as baby Poupee is unwell at the Abbey of Thelema 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">20. Leah, Ninette and Crowley are intoxicated at the Abbey. Ninette runs off and Crowley pursues her and brings her back safely 1920.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley leaves Fidelis and Shanghai 1906. Reuss appoints Crowley National Grand Master General Xth Degree OTO of Great Britain and Ireland 1912.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">22. The nativity of Marjorie Cameron 1922. Norman Mudd arrives at the Abbey of Thelema 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">23. The order of Expulsion from Cefalu is read to Crowley 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley is at Kobe (Japan) where he has a vision of the Order of the Silver Star 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley first recognises the fact that he must accept the Cairo Working and that he has been chosen 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">26. Gerald Kelly (Rose Crowley’s brother) visits the Crowley’s at their home 21 Warwick Road – Rose is still drinking heavily 1908. Jones v the Looking Glass 1911.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">27. Jacot-Guillarmod arrives at Boleskine 1905.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley leaves Srinagar to begin the climb of Cogo Ri 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">29. The Great Haggis Hunt at Boleskine 1905.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">30. Crowley’s entry in his diary: ‘Force and Fire – Invoke Often’ 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
MAY
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">1. The death of Crowley’s daughter, in Rangoon, little Nuit by Rose 1906. Crowley is expelled from Italy 1923. The first visit by Gerald Gardener to see Crowley 1947.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2. Crowley arrives in Tunisia 1923. Crowley’s child is born to Deidre Macalpine named Randal Gair Doherty 1937.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley leaves San Francisco for Hawaii 1901.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley dreams of his mother’s death 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley meets John Symonds 1946.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">6. The nativity of Victor Benjamin Neuburg 1883.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley’s diary reads: ‘Augoeides good; starry effect concentrating into a brilliant moonlight in my body’ 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">8. Also from Crowley’s diary: ‘same effect as yesterday’ 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">9. The Evocation of Bartzabel. Dorset 1910.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">10. Crowley met Mary Alice Rogers [this is Day One of ‘Alice an Adultery’ published 1903] 1901. Crowley is in court concerning the libel he brought against the bookshop in London’s Praed Street 1933.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">11. Crowley arrived in Tunis 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">12. Crowley records in his diary that Pearl Brooksmith is showing signs of insanity 1936.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">13. Crowley consults the I Ching as to proposing marriage to de Miramar ‘a rash act’ 1929.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">14. Police enter and raid the offices of MMM 93 Regent Street, London 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">15. Crowley arrives in New York 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">16. Kenneth Grant sees Crowley for the last time 1945.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley’s diary reads: ;Augoeides better, but “business” is a nuisance, and prevents the mind concentrating’ 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley is in Venice and he takes Anhalonium Lewinii 1910.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">19. The article ‘A man we’d like to hang’ appears by John Bull 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">20. Crowley and Leah perform sex magic at the Abbey to release the energy of Babalon into Leah 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley seems quite content at the Abbey of Thelema 1919.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">22. On this the ‘thirteenth day’ of Alice an Adultery, Crowley and ‘Alice’ kiss for the first time 1901.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley takes the Oath of an Ipsissimus 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley meets the book publisher Grant Richards (1897-1948) who declines Crowley’s autobiography and his ‘Drug Fiend’ 1922.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">25. Kenneth M Ward joins the A∴A∴ 1909.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">26. Crowley leaves New York for England on the SS Compania 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">27. Crowley performs a magical operation for good health 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley performs another magical operation, this time to establish the law of Thelema 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">29. Crowley sends Bertha Busch to London from Germany to see G Yorke and negotiate a loan 1932.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">
30. The Greater Feast of Victor Benjamin Neuburg 1940.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">31. Crowley invokes Aiwass and shown Baphomet and receives the Word of the Oath of Ipsissimus 1920.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
JUNE
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley receives £60 advance for ‘Drug Fiend’ from Collins publishers 1922.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2. Crowley arrives in Liverpool from the USA where he learns of the death of his child 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">3. W T Smith retires to the desert [Apotheosis] 1943.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley paints Leah with Enteritis 1919. Crowley has a vision while writing the Confessions 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley sets out with the first team to climb K2 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley writes to G Yorke 1944 [first contact since they split in 1932].
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley met his wife Rose at Plymouth following the death of their child 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">8. Chokmah Day 8 ends 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">9. The nativity of Louise Helene Fraux Shumway [Ninette] 1894. The nativity of C F Russell 1897. Chokmah Day 3 ends 1915. Chokmah Day 9 begins 1916. Chokmah Day 14 begins 1917. Chokmah Day 18 ends 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">10. Crowley met Helen Westley (the Snake) and poet Jean Robert Foster (the Cat) 1915. Chokmah Day 4 begins 1915. Chokmah Day 19 begins 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">11. The Crowley’s move to The Grange, Redhill, Surrey 1881.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">12. Crowley leaves for Darjeeling 1905. Karl and Maria Germer emigrate to the USA 1926.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">13. Jane Wolfe begins her Magical Retirement at the Abbey of Thelema 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">14. Jane Wolfe’s tent on the beach is surrounded by sea so Crowley and C F Russell move the tent 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">15. The Greater Feast of Norman Mudd 1934.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">16. Crowley arrives at the Baltoro Glacier 1902. The end of the Amalantrah Workings 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley begins his comment to Liber LXV 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">18. The beginning of Victor Neuburg’s Magical Retirement at Boleskine 1909.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">19. Crowley is reading his book The Butterfly Net [Moonchild] 1920. Crowley finishes the chapter concerning the Magus in his Confessions 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">20. Norman Mudd arrives in Tunisia 1923. The burial of Norman Mudd 1934. The Greater Feast of Jack Parsons 1952.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley visits Karl Germer 1925.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley leaves Germany and returns to London 1932.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">23. George Cecil Jones visits Crowley during his Augoeides Working 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley experiments with Ethyl Oxide 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley’s four page prospectus and subscription form for The Equinox volume III, number 3 [The Equinox of the Gods] published 1936.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">26. Crowley continues his comment on Liber LXV (begun on 25th June) 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">27. Victor Neuburg’s initiation ends at Boleskine 1909.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley finds Liber Al in the loft at Boleskine 1909.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">29. The 38th day since Crowley and ‘Alice’ kiss and the 50th day since they met. This is their last day together. He is ‘finished with that foolishness’ 1901
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">30. Crowley goes to Tunis and plays and wins 4 games of chess 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
JULY
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley’s proofs of ‘Thumbs Up’ arrived 1941.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2. Crowley is waiting for Jane Wolfe to arrive in Tunis and asks for a ‘message’ concerning her non-appearance 1920.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">3. The nativity of Raoul Loveday 1900. Crowley at the Statue of Liberty 1915. Crowley met Pearl Brooksmith 1933.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">4. Karl Germer returned to Berlin 1929.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">5. Mary Butts and Cecil Maitland arrive at the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley arrives in New York 1900.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">7. At 11 a.m. Lord Tankerville tells Crowley he is ‘sick of his teaching’ 1907. Crowley and the Ragged Ragtime Girls travel to Russia 1913.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">8. Crowley and other climbers move to camp 11 ‘Camp Despair’ 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">9. Crowley views the mountains in Darjeeling and reconnoitres the route on the Kangchenjunga expedition 1905. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">
10. Crowley returns to the Abbey of Thelema after waiting for Jane Wolfe in Tunis 1920.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">11. Crowley hears from C S Jones who has taken the Oath of the Abyss (on the summer solstice) 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">12. Crowley is at Lake Pasquaney and he encounters the ‘electric ball of light’ 1916. Boleskine sold 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">13. Crowley goes to Edinburgh and hires ‘Red Headed Arabella’ 1903.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">14. Crowley receives a note saying that Pfannl is ill on Chogo Ro climb 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">15. Crowley receives a telegram from Jacot Guilarmod saying he has been wrecked in the Red Sea 1905.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">16. Crowley wrote ‘Good Hunting’ 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley performs the ‘Frog Ceremony’ 1916. Frank Bennett [Frater Progradior] arrives at the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">18. C F Russell begins his Magical Retirement 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">19. Crowley begins his Magical Retirement in a canoe on the Hudson River USA 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">20. The nativity of H C Pollitt 1871. Kenneth Grant is expelled from OTO by Karl Germer 1955.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley wrote ‘La Gitana’ 1907.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley swears an oath of obedience to the Scarlet Woman [Leah Hirsig] 1920.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">23. The nativity of Rose Edith Kelly [Crowley’s wife] 1874.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">24. The end of C F Russell’s Magical Retirement 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley loses the injunction for libel in court 1934.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">26. Crowley wrote the ‘Law of Liberty’ 1916. Crowley consumes the ‘Thelemic Host’ offered by the Scarlet Woman [Leah Hirsig] 1920. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">
27. Crowley is ‘crucified’ by G C Jones 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">28. The nativity of Crowley’s daughter Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith Crowley at Boleskine 1904.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">29. Crowley has the idea of founding a magical order [A∴A∴] 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">30. Crowley returns to London 1906. Crowley wrote ‘Filo de Se’ 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">31. Crowley and Neuburg leave Paris for Bordeaux to begin a walking trip through Spain 1908. Chokmah Day 10 begins 1916. Chokmah Day 14 ends 1917. Chokmah Day 19 ends 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
AUGUST
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley and Neuburg go to Bayonne, France 1908. Crowley leaves London for Berlin to exhibit his art 1930.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2. Crowley and Neuburg arrive in Madrid, Spain 1908. Crowley arrives in Berlin 1930.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley met Bertha Busch 1931.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">4. Camp 9, Chogo Ri 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley attempts to tame a thrush that enters the cottage at Lake Pasquaney 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley opens an account in the name of Ordo Templi Orientis 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">7. Resting at camp 7, Chogo Ri 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">8. Crowley leaves Darjeeling and the Kangchenjunga expedition begins 1905.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">9. Crowley wrote ‘The Invocation of the Ring’ 1906. Crowley’s second meeting with Pearl Brooksmith 1933.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">10. The nativity of Leila Waddell 1880.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">11. Rose Kelly tells Crowley of her plight 1903.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">12. Rose and Crowley are married in Dingwall, Scotland 1903.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">13. W T Smith leaves the desert and abandons magick 1943.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">14. The march to camp 1, Chogo Ri 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">15. Crowley goes to Paiyu from the Chogo Ri glacier 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">16. 11.20 a.m. Crowley marries Maria Teresa de Miramar in Germany 1929.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley travels to Kandy and studies with Bennett 1901.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley performs a magic operation to achieve the Divine Knowledge 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">19. Crowley is living with Pearl Brooksmith 1933.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">20. Chokmah Day 9 ends 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2</span><span style="color: black;">1. Chokmah Day 4 ends 1915. Crowley hears of C S Jones’ attainment to Magister Templi [the child prophesised in the Book of the Law] 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley spends three days in a canoe under the weir by Boulter’s Lock and wrote ‘Aha’ 1909. Chokmah Day 5 begins 1915. Chokmah Day 15 begins 1917. Chokmah Day 20 begins 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">23. The Rite of Artemis 1910. The Star Sponge vision 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">24. The ‘Freethinker’ publication defends Crowley [A Fair Plea for Fair Play] 1930.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley performs a magical operation to promulgate the Law of Thelema 1915.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">26. Crowley is suffering from fever 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">27. The ride to Pinderbal from Chogo Ri 1902.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley and Neuburg left Madrid and abandon their idea of walking to Gibraltar and go on to Granada and Rondon 1908.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">29. Crowley instructs the Lecram Press to send ‘Magick’ to Mandrake Press 1929.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">30. Crowley moves to 56 Welbeck Street, London 1936.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">31. Crowley takes six men up the snow slope on the Kangchenjunga expedition 1905.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">SEPTEMBER
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">1. Pearl Brooksmith became the Scarlet Woman 1933.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2. Crowley wrote six sonnets and other verse on the bombardment of Corfu 1923.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley left the Kangchenjunga expedition for Darjeeling 1905.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley was on the threshold of eviction from 56 Welbeck Street, London due to Pearl’s disruption the previous night 1936.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">5. The Vision of Jupiter 1918.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">6. The nativity of Dorothy Olsen [Soror Astrid] 1892.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley read Nina Hamnett’s autobiography ‘Laughing Torso’ 1932.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">8. Crowley began writing ‘The God of Ibreez’ 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">9. The nativity of Oscar Eckenstein 1859. Crowley is in New York preparing to publish The Equinox volume III, number 1 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">10. Crowley begins writing ‘The Old Man of the Peepul Tree’ 1916. ‘The Stratagem and Other Stories’ published 1929.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">11. Crowley finished writing ‘The Old Man of the Peepul Tree’ 1916. Crowley performs a magic operation in praise of Pan, the god of lust 1917.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">12. Diary entry: ‘woke after the hideous nightmare that I called the “Mislaid MSS”’ 1916.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">13. Crowley begins writing ‘The Hearth’ 1916 [and finishes it the next day].
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">14. The Greater Feast of Leila Waddell 1932. Mary Butts and Cecil Maitland sign their A∴A∴ oaths of probationer 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">15. Crowley sailed from Gibraltar to London 1908.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">16. Mary Butts and Cecil Maitland leave the Abbey of Thelema for Paris 1921.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley enters Ashdown Park Hotel, Caulsdon, Surrey 1906.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley and Dorothy Olsen go to Tunis where Crowley writes ‘To Man’ [The Mediterranean Manifesto] 1924. </span></div>
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19. A distraught Leah Hirsig prepares for her own death 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">20. The Equinox volume I, number 2 published 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">21. The ‘end of 32 weeks, 8 months, 224 days of Augoeides’ 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">22. G C Jones visits Crowley at Ashdown Park where they celebrate the autumn equinox 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley’s fake suicide at Boco-do Infierno 1930. ‘The Equinox of the Gods’ published 1936.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Leah Hirsig writes her will in Paris leaving everything to Norman Mudd 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">25. ‘Moonchild’ published 1929.
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<span style="color: black;">26. Letter to Crowley from Leah Hirsig, a farewell 1924. Crowley goes to live in Torquay 1940.
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<span style="color: black;">27. Rose Crowley enters an asylum 1911.
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<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley receives the Vision of the Rosy Light 1933.
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<span style="color: black;">29. Leah Hirsig receives a telegram from Ninette Shumway saying that Alma Bliss [Leah’s sister] has gone to the USA with Leah’s son Hansi 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">30. Bertha Busch becomes Crowley’s new Scarlet Woman 1931.
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OCTOBER
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<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley begins his two week Magical Retirement in Paris [John St John] 1908. </span></div>
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2. Crowley successfully reached a state of Dhyana 1902.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Leah Hirsig places the Seal of Babalon upon Norman Mudd’s Phallus 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley leaves India for Cairo then to Paris (in November) to meet Mathers 1902.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley gives Frank Bennett X degree charter as head of the OTO [Australia] 1921. Crowley vs Constable and Co 1932.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley and Jean Robert Foster [the Cat] leave New York for the West Coast 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Leah Hirsig and Norman Mudd consummate their Thelemic marriage 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Leah Hirsig take baby Poupee to the doctors in Palermo 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">9. Crowley successfully completes the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage [Shivadarshana] 1906.</span></div>
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10. Crowley discovers that his wife Rose is an alcoholic 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">11. Crowley meets Mary Desti 1911. Little Poupee is in hospital 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">12. The nativity of Edward Alexander Crowley 1875. Crowley became a Magus 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">13. The end of Crowley’s Magical Retirement in Paris [John St John] 1908.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Death of baby Anne Leah (Poupee) 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Diary entry: ‘Sudden fever yesterday. Better today’ 1916.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Diary entry: ‘Unpacking. Samadhi nearly, yet not quite, worn off. At work very hard all day’ 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley goes to New York 1916.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley performs a magical operation to consecrate 1 University Place, corner of Washington Square, New York City, to Pan 1917.
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<span style="color: black;">19. The Rite of Saturn 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">20. Leah Hirsig miscarries Crowley’s child [second time] 1920
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<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley performs a magical operation to improve his fortunes 1917.
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<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley astrally visits Soror Fidelis: the Vision of the Golden Hawk 1905.
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<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley finishes writing ‘Ercildoune’ 1907.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Crowley leaves for the USA 1914.
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<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley, Alostrael [Hirsig] and ‘Mahammod’ are on a Magical Retirement in the desert 1923.
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<span style="color: black;">26. The Rite of Jupiter 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">27. Crowley, Alostrael [Hirsig] and ‘Mahammod’ cut short their Magical Retirement as Hirsig fell ill and so they returned to Nefta 1923.
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<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley is attacked in Calcutta by robbers 1905.
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<span style="color: black;">29. Crowley automatically receives Liber vel Lapidis Lazuli [Liber VII] 1907
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<span style="color: black;">30. Liber VII is finished and Liber LXV begins 1907.
</span><span style="color: black;">The Greater Feast of George Cecil Jones, 1960.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">31. Frater Achad ‘s [C S Jones] revelation concerning the Book of the Law 1918.
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NOVEMBER
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<span style="color: black;">1. Chokmah Day 10 ends 1916.
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<span style="color: black;">2. The Rite of Mars 1910. Chokmah Day 5 ends 1915. Chokmah Day 11 begins 1916. Chokmah Day 20 ends 1918.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley finishes receiving Liber LXV 1907. Chokmah Day 1 begins 1914. Chokmah Day 6 begins 1915. Chokmah Day 16 begins 1917. Chokmah Day 21 begins 1918.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley returns to the Abbey of Thelema after meeting Raoul Loveday 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley goes to Pere-Lachaise cemetery in Paris and the tomb of Oscar Wilde to remove the ‘butterfly’ attached to the sexual organ of the sculpture by Epstein 1913.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley comes up with the magical word ‘OZ’ [goat] 1941.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Walter T Smith writes to Crowley to inform him that he is suspending Agape Lodge in California until they receive better initiates 1936.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Victor Neuburg’s marriage 1921.
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<span style="color: black;">9. The Rite of Sol 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">10. Crowley and Neuburg leave London for a walking holiday in Algeria 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">11. Crowley is evicted from his room in Grosvenor Square 1934.
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<span style="color: black;">12. Crowley performs a magical operation [XI degree] for wealth and is successful 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">13. Crowley writes to Sir Agamya Guru Paramahansa 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Crowley explores the 30th Aethyr in Mexico 1900. Chokmah Day 1 ends 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Chokmah Day 2 begins 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Crowley writes ‘Ascension Day’ 1901. The Rite of Venus 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley explores the 29th Aethy in Mexico 1900. Crowley writes ‘Pentecost’ 1901. The nativity of Israel Regardie 1907. Crowley and Neuburg arrive in Algiers 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley’s initiation into the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn 1898.
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<span style="color: black;">19. Norman Mudd signs himself into a home for the poor homeless 1924.
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<span style="color: black;">20. Adam Gray Murray arrives at the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu with 200 lire donation from South Africa 1923.
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<span style="color: black;">21. Crowley and Neuburg arrive at Aumale 1909. The Ab-ul-diz working 1911. C F Russell arrive at the Abbey of Thelama 1920.
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<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley suffers from ‘intellectual insanity’ and writers’ block before undergoing the Augoeides 1905.
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<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley and Neuburg the 28th Aethyr 1909. The Rite of Mercury 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Rose divorces Crowley in an Edinburgh court and Crowley and Neuburg 27th Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley received LXVI 1907. Crowley and Neuburg the 26th Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">26. Crowley and Neuburg the 24th Aethyr 1909. The nativity of Crowley’s daughter by Ninette Shumway named Astarte Lulu Panthea in Cefalu 1920. Raoul Loveday and his wife Betty May arrive at the Abbey of Thelema 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">27. Crowley has fever in Bou-Saada 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley and Neuburg the 23rd and 22nd Aethyrs 1909. The Ab-ul-diz working 1911.
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<span style="color: black;">29. Crowley and Neuburg the 21st Aethyr in the desert 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">30. Crowley and Neuburg the 20th and 19th Aethyrs 1909. The Rite of Luna 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley and Neuburg the 18th Aethyr 1909. The Greater Feast of Aleister Crowley 1947.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Crowley and Neuburg the 17th and 16th Aethyrs 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Crowley and Neuburg the 14th Aethyr and Crowley became a Magister Templi 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">4. Crowley and Neuburg the 13th and 12th Aethyrs 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley and Neuburg the 11th Aethyr 1909. The funeral of Aleister Crowley at Brighton 1947.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Crowley and Neuburg the 10th Aethyr ‘Choronzon’ 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Crowley and Neuburg the 9th Aethyr 1909. Crowley wrote ‘Temperance: a tract for the times’ 1939.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Crowley met Norman Mudd at Trinity College, Cambridge University 1907. Crowley and Neuburg the 8th Aethyr 1909 [they begin to travel to Biskra].
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<span style="color: black;">9. Crowley and Neuburg the 7th Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">10. G C Jones declares Crowley a Master of the Temple 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">11. Crowley and Neuburg the 6th Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">12. Crowley receives Liber Porta Lucis 1907. Crowley accept grade of Magus 1915.
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<span style="color: black;">13. Crowley receives Liber Tau 1907. Crowley wrote The Soldier and the Hunchback 1908. Crowley and Neuburg the 5th Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">14. Crowley receives Liber Trigrammaton 1907.
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<span style="color: black;">15. Rose Crowley is ill 1903. Crowley left Plymouth on the ‘Marlborough’ for France 1908.
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<span style="color: black;">16. Crowley and Neuburg arrive in Biskra: the 4th Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Crowley and Neuburg the 3rd Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">18. Crowley and Neuburg the 2nd Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">19. Crowley and Neuburg the 1st Aethyr 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">20. Crowley falls with his horse over a cliff 1905. Crowley and Neuburg finish the 2nd Aethyr 1909.</span></div>
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21. During the winter Solstice Raoul Loveday became a probationer of the A∴A∴ 1922. Crowley’s final initiation stage in the grade if Ipsissimus 1923.
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<span style="color: black;">22. Crowley has gathered representatives at Cleopatra’s Needle to present them with copies of the Book of the Law [The 4th publication of The Equinox of the Gods] 1937.
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<span style="color: black;">23. Crowley is in Amsterdam where he has a crisis of faith 1897.
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<span style="color: black;">24. C S Jones joins the A∴A∴ as a probationer 1909.
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<span style="color: black;">25. Crowley spends Christmas dinner with Karl Germer, his mistress Hedy, Hamilton, Christopher Isherwood and Stephen Spender in Berlin 1931.
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<span style="color: black;">26. Leah Hirsig renounces her title as the Scarlet Woman1929.
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<span style="color: black;">27. Crowley’s Atmadarshana 1906.
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<span style="color: black;">28. Crowley lunches with Gwendolen Otter 1919.
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<span style="color: black;">29. Crowley performs a magical operation to improve his sex force attraction 1917.
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<span style="color: black;">30. Vanity Fair publishes an article by Crowley on how to write a novel after W Somerset Maugham 1908.
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<span style="color: black;">31. Crowley’s Stockholm revelation 1896. The beginning of the Paris Working [first working] 1913.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">HYMN TO PAN</span>
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T</span><span style="color: black;">hrill with lissome lust of the light,
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<span style="color: black;">O man! My man!
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<span style="color: black;">Come careering out of the night
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<span style="color: black;">Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Come over the sea
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<span style="color: black;">From Sicily and from Arcady!
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<span style="color: black;">Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
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<span style="color: black;">And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
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<span style="color: black;">On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">o me, to me,
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<span style="color: black;">Come with Apollo in bridal dress
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<span style="color: black;">(Sphepherdess and pythoness)
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<span style="color: black;">Come with Artemis, silken shod,
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<span style="color: black;">And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
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<span style="color: black;">In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
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<span style="color: black;">The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
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<span style="color: black;">Dip the purple of passionate prayer
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<span style="color: black;">In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
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<span style="color: black;">The soul that startles in eyes of blue
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<span style="color: black;">To watch thy wantonness weeping through
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<span style="color: black;">The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
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<span style="color: black;">Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
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<span style="color: black;">And body and brain -come over the sea,
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<span style="color: black;">(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
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<span style="color: black;">Devil or god, to me, to me,
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<span style="color: black;">My man! my man!
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<span style="color: black;">Come with trumpets sounding shrill
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<span style="color: black;">Over the hill!
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<span style="color: black;">Come with drums low muttering
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<span style="color: black;">From the spring!
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<span style="color: black;">Come with flute and come with pipe!
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<span style="color: black;">Am I not ripe?
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<span style="color: black;">I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
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<span style="color: black;">With air that hath no boughs to nestle
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<span style="color: black;">My body, weary of empty clasp,
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<span style="color: black;">Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp - </span></div>
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Come, O come!
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<span style="color: black;">I am numb
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<span style="color: black;">With the lonely lust of devildom.
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<span style="color: black;">Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
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<span style="color: black;">All-devourer, all-begetter;
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<span style="color: black;">Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
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<span style="color: black;">And the token erect of thorny thigh,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And the word of madness and mystery,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">O Pan ! Io Pan!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
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<span style="color: black;">I am a man:
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Do as thou wilt, as a great god can
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">O Pan! Io Pan!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In the grip of the snake.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The gods withdraw:
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
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<span style="color: black;">To death on the horn
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Of the Unicorn.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I am thy mate, I am thy man,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Everlasting, world without end,
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<span style="color: black;">Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
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<span style="color: black;">In the might of Pan.
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<span style="color: black;">Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!
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[Aleister Crowley]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">SUDANENKA</span></div>
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by AUDRAREP
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PREFACE </span></div>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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The full and true history of any Adept could only be
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<span style="color: black;">written by himself, and even then, if brought before </span></div>
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the eyes of the world at large, how many persons
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[The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin
the Mage. Introduction. pxxi ] </span></div>
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The story of Sudanenka came to me in the year nineteen-hundred-and-ninety-four e.v. following a magical working whereby I invoked Auramoth, the Goddess who presides over the element of water, in the South, (also representative of the Hanged Man in the Tarot). The story is that of a Baptism which is also a Death; the symbol of the Triangle surmounted by a Cross – the descent of Light into Darkness, to redeem it. And thus one aspect of Sudanenka is the Hanged Man, the Dying God of Self Sacrifice which is an image belonging firmly in the old aeon of Osiris, along with the notion of Chastity!
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<span style="color: black;">We find that ‘Man and Tree were One’, which we can assume to mean that Sudanenka is a representation of the Christ figure, crucified as a sacrifice for the redemption of sins. But water being the element of illusion, we find that all apparent truth is but a mirror of itself. Mem, the letter in the Hebrew alphabet which symbolises water, gives us a return to the eternal silence, (in accordance with this the student should read Crowley’s chapters on various magical formulas, i.e. his explanation of the word AUM . See Magick ).
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<span style="color: black;">Sudanenka is the centre of his own universe whereby he is a being of perfect and absolute equilibrium; there is no part of his nature that is in opposition to his will. He has attained, yet this is not to say that he has ceased to evolve in any way, for as a magician, he is part of a continual cycle which is perpetually in motion and is never static; he embraces change, as all those who accept the Law must do, for it is only by the understanding of this process that true Magick can flow, ‘the word of sin is restriction’. And is not the Ankh also known as an ankle strap? It is inertia that is the enemy of the Great Work! – Go! And be ye not Black Brothers! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Without going outside, you may know the world.
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<span style="color: black;">Without looking through the window, you may
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<span style="color: black;">see the ways of heaven. The farther you go, the
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<span style="color: black;">less you know. Thus the sage knows without
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<span style="color: black;">travelling; He sees without looking; He works
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<span style="color: black;">without doing.
- Tao Te Ching
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<span style="color: black;">Man must become the Cup to receive the higher spiritual forces which exist on more subtle realms than the lower world of matter. Once this is attained, the transcendental beauty and purity beyond the Abyss will be reflected in the Adept.
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<span style="color: black;">In Sudanenka we see the strength of Geburah which is a corrective force; a violent yet disciplined energy (Ra-Hoor-Khuit: Will) balanced with that of Chesed, which is protective and jovial (Hoor-Par-Krat: Love). This ‘union of duality’, of severity and mercy, is Horus, whose destructive force purges and cleanses elements which no longer have a use. And so in reference to the ‘sacrifice’ we see only ‘change’ and not ‘annihilation’. Sudanenka may give the impression of a typical ‘Christian’ whose small mind screams sin! and cowardly heart cries shame! when confronted by lust, but as in all things, in one’s animal urges and in all one’s sensorial experiences, it is not the act (for there is no sin but restriction), it is the feelings and emotions which accompany the act which cause the harm and imbalance to the adept when empowered by negative forces. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">But exceed! exceed! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">It was in the year two-thousand-and-four e.v. on the day of the moon, three days before the centenary of the writing of the Book of the Law that I encountered a certain Adept. An Adeptus Major who expounded certain truths to me in plain English, and each found their target, and I left his side as if I were poor bloody St Sebastian, filled by his wondrous arrows! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Every breath, every word, every thought, every deed is an act of love with Thee.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The songs of me are the soft sighs:
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<span style="color: black;">The thoughts of me are very rapture: </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">He shall await the sword of the Beloved and bare his throat for the stroke.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Then shall his blood leap out and write me runes in the sky; yea, write me runes in the sky.
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<span style="color: black;">[Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli. Sub Figura VII. Part V] </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will. </span></div>
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<em>Come not unto me as the lamb,
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<span style="color: black;"><em>But come unto me as the wolf. </em></span></div>
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OOO
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THE OPENING OF THE VEIL </span></div>
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The road is long and dark and weary, cobbled with guilt that stretches into shame. It is the road along which all must pass when the flesh becomes the flower of the grave. And on either side of this winding road are fields rich and plentiful in fruit, but eateth not, for it is poisonous fruit which containeth the milk of the Gods. Beyond the fruit fields lie hills speckled with bright flowering blooms whose touch is death, for they are the souls of 'what would be' and they look not above for they look below, consumed by veiled virtue that is forever the chain about them. And beyond these, in ever-widening circles are the forests of 'those we have forgotten' for they are the meek who cloak their aspirations in deceit, and they tower as cathedral domes above the dark-loving mushroom tops of 'when we are again' who cluster in clumps of selfish pride and talk of 'things we shall do'. Yet nothing shall be acomplished by imperfection, for it is as a wheel in the form of a cone that turns repeatedly upon its own axis, and moveth not. And through fields and over hills; beneath forests and over mounds, are meandering footpaths that stray and appear as veins upon a corpse, for through them flow the dung of existence, once mighty in breath, but now a particle of dust blown upon its course by an ancient wind. And the dark forest opens its arms to the road, as if it were the sun rejoicing in the arms of the moon, or a mother cradling her child, or she-wolf suckling its young in the unfathomable pit, howling with despair into the darkness, for this is the place of tormented souls, and no happiness is there; no joy can penetrate the black restless boughs that caress the winding stream, angelic in its appearance. But the wings hath been torn from its crooked back, and lost forever. And it is the tears of confession from the prayers of the weak. There is a light that glows softly in curls and crescents, but no sound, for no wind can stir the tall grass of oblivion into song and no bird hath dared to part its beak, for this is the region of dreadful dreams... this is the silence of the damned! </span><br />
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OO
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At the end of the road, like a colossus, is a palace of stone that towers into the sky and reaches beyond the clouds. It is a black symphony of sound in stone, smeared by filth and slime. And yet all around, the scent rises and the scent falls, but never beyond those dread stone walls, splashed in the blasphemy and corruption of time's sins and sorrows. A chorus of breaking bones and unending screams lie beyond the large iron gates that drip with unspeakable wickedness, dark and cavernous, like an immortal cathedral of incarnate hate. And above the gates, written in the putrescence of 'those that were', is the word </span><br />
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Berimhanalakhuskahuit (1)
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O </span></div>
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Upon a hill, in view of the palace, there stood a tree. But this tree was not as other trees in the kingdom, for it was radiant with blossom and richly coloured leaves; leaves that never fall, that never turn nor change, for it is the tree of Life and Knowledge; the tree of the Holy Garden. And beneath its spread boughs, in its circular shade, sat the essence of wisdom in the form of a man, a holy man, in the unending trance of sorrow,</span><span style="color: black;"> for man and tree were one.
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<span style="color: black;">I </span></div>
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THE PRINCE </span></div>
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Upon the long and crooked road that journeys from one end of the kingdom to the other, there walked a prince. He was tall and handsome in his fine clothes and flush with the wonder of youth. His eyes were large, blue and piercing, and somewhat gentle if not a little sad, as if they hungered for beauty, but there was no soft setting in that cruel landscape that could inspire his heart to joy; no swaying woodland rhythm or sweet fruit to taste. And on seeing the holy man beneath the boughs of eternal knowledge, the prince gave a sigh and spoke:</span><br />
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'The garden trembles... it unwraps and folds all into its cheerless Eden, where I am thus carried'. And the prince rested beneath the lush blossom of the tree.
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'The road is full of many things', said the holy man, 'things that jump and crawl and sing... tell me: which are you?' and the holy man, without so much as openong his eyes, plucked upon his bones through a hole in his side.
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'I am a prince by birth sir and a poet by heart' answered the young prince.
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'Beauty's song is rare here in this foul stomach. Do you not see the stream of sorrow flow into the river of despair and joineth the sea of woe?'
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'I see, yet I do not see, for there is words in sadness sir' said the prince, gazing upon a small worm that he had plucked from the soil and placed in his snow-white handsighed upon, and returned safely to the ground again. And the prince came closer to the holy man and knelt before him, looking into his ancient face of wisdom, deeply lined.
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'Tell me', asked the prince, 'what is your name and why do you sit beside the road beneath this beautiful tree? Dost thou keep the gate's vigil for his majesty?'
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'I am called Sudanenka by the many and I am of no name to the few. I sit beside the road for it passes where I sit. The tree, with its cruel roots that wrinkle my bed, also shelters me, and thus the tree hath long been at my side', replied the holy man.
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'Then thou art truly an immortal star sir', said the prince with a grand sweeping gesture of his arm and a splendid bow, his nose almost meeting the ground.
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The little worm on seeing this, naturally assumed the bow was directed towards him, and so he gave a little bow in return, as if to casually say 'how do you do?' But it went unnoticed. And Sudanenka remained silent.
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The light streamed across Sudanenka's stern face of concentration, and the prince fixed his gaze upon a single bead of sweat contemplating the leap between nose and chin, and thence to neck.
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'Does not the palace and its loathsome filth disturb thy trance?' enquired the prince.
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'I see all', said Sudanenka, 'for I hath seen with my own ears, and heard with my own eyes, and I hath seen and heard eternity'.</span><br />
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'And what is eternity?' questioned the young prince, feigning a puzzled look.
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'More than now', replied Sudanenka in his soft voice, opening his eyes and looking upon the prince for the first time. And the prince talked of many things. He recounted his journey through the City of the Shades of What Were, in his search for the City of the Shades of What Are, which he knows to be somewhere before the City of the Shades of What Will Be. And the prince learnt much from the holy man; of his many thousands of years in the shadow of the palace of the abyss, for a thousand years is but a sigh here, and many more thousands of years passed as they talked. After a very long pause, the prince asked:</span><br />
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'Which came first: man or tree?' And Sudanenka was a long time in answering, until eventually he lifted up his hand and spoke:
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'The tree of Sanctuary is also the tree of Restriction, and this is the egg of Reason, and this ye must know, for the hardness of the shell is the softness of the yolk. The tree is the perfection of thought and beauty, for by its roots does it take nourishment from the soil: this it concealeth! And the fruit that springs forth is an act of love: this it revealeth! Each bud is an extension of its will and the infinite beauty thereof. This robe upon me is but the circumfrence of a star that shineth as a sun unto the universe. Let the foolish reflect upon its outward shape and appearance, for to the fool, all things are one, and this is their comedy, for it is light in darkness. And let the wise reflect upon its inner light, for to the wise, all things are many, and this is their tragedy, for it is darkness in light'.
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And the prince was fallen upon the ground, struck by what had been said. And he remained so for several thousands of years, until he woke from his deep sleep and said:
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'I cannot tell what mystery hath been revealed, even though I have thought hard and long upon the question'.
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'I asked no question', said Sudanenka.
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'But one was inferred', returned the prince.
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Sudanenka was silent and several centuries passed before he spoke, during which time neither moved so much as a hair in that astronomical pause.
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In the intermission, two figures approached upon the road, so deep in conversation that they failed to notice Sudanenka and the prince beneath the tree. They were on their way to the palace:
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'A door has shut in the house of moons', said the first gentleman.
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'Methinks thou art a jester sir: hast thou swallowed the pill of madness?' said the other.
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'Aye, if love be a kind of madness?'
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'Thou hast been here before sir?'
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'Aye, in merrier days, perhaps'. And they were gone.
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'It is comforting to know', said Sudanenka, 'that foolishness springs in the eternal'. And the prince replied, without hesitation, 'my sentiments entirely sir', forgetting what the question was and not wanting to appear dim-witted. And so having exhausted all forms of conversation, the prince's thoughts turned to his stomach.
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'I find words give me an appetite sir', and the prince stretched out his arm to pick an apple from the tree.
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'You must not rob the tree of its fruit; their journey hath only begun!' cried Sudanenka.
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'But I am hungry and what harm is there?'
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'It is not the will of the tree for the apple to be taken; it is the will of the tree for the apple to fall'.
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'But many apples have fallen, and all go untouched and come to rot. Do you yourself not eat of them?' said a bemused prince.</span><br />
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'Only those which fall within my reach do I eat. It is of no consequence, their burden is over, for the body is a palace of Light, and all that passeth that way is of the Light and sacred unto the Light; and so shall it extend outwards from the heart of every man, woman and child. And in silence there is mystery, for it is the inactive form of speech'. And Sudanenka began to draw upon the earth about him, with a fallen twig.
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SUDANENKA'S SONG </span></div>
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'It hath no sound', whispered Sudanenka, 'which I write upon the ground'. And the prince fell silent as the holy man began to sing; yet its beauty was utterly incomprehensible to the prince, who sat astonished, gazing upon the earth as Sudanenka's song began to radiate from the twig which he held.</span><br />
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'Tell me', said the prince, 'what sin are you guilty of to be punished so?' And Sudanenka simply replied 'no sin'. And both were as stone for many thousands of years, until the prince said, as if it were his next breath:</span><br />
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'Poop...! Poop...!' And time rolled gently into nothing.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">III </span></div>
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THE PRINCE'S SONG </span></div>
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'Why so sad?' asked the prince of Sudanenka.
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'Not sad', replied the holy man, for sadness implies that I am not content, and sadness is nothing more than joy's excretion. It is the inward, not the outward, in the matter of joy and wisdom, that gives delight; and thus so, it is impossible to communicate the joy between heart and heart, for words are false...'
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'I must disagree' interrupted the prince, 'for existence is richer for the word. Without the word, how could thoughts be projected and made solid?'
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'Language is a lie! Yet a good one at that!' laughed Sudanenka.
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'I'm glad to see you laugh, but can you deny the beauty of words; are you unmoved by such excesses of rhythm and beauty; are you not stirred like a mountain stream, into a torrent of emotion?'
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'If the stream be clear, you leave it alone: you do not stir it into mud!'
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The prince grew decidedly angry at his friend's reaction and so he began to recite a poem he had written, long, long ago:
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'Heart, heart, you have looked into the light,
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<span style="color: black;">You have seen the morning blossom in the miracle of night;
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<span style="color: black;">And sadness dipped with danger has strangely torn apart,
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<span style="color: black;">Love's eternal beauty, in the rapture of the heart.
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And the all-consuming flame hath devoured all life from love,
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<span style="color: black;">And the dream within the dream is the serpent and the dove.
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<span style="color: black;">Then radiate despair, for I can no longer know
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<span style="color: black;">What mystery awakes in the heart that leaves you so.
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For the heart hath no beginning and the heart it hath no end;
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<span style="color: black;">No simple course of nature and no will to comprehend
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The light that leaves its embers cold, by the morning light;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Or the tragedy of strangers, grown stranger by the night.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Heart, heart, I curse the solemn air
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For you hath given beauty, when beauty was not there.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But take the shadow's softness, and those measurements I know
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the heart and its caress, that deceived me long ago'.
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The prince looked towards Sudanenka, who sat as still as a statue. And the holy man said in a low voice:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'A work of beauty indeed, but...
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hath not a potato eyes, yet can it see?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath not a poem feet, yet can it walk?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hath not a cave a mouth, yet can it speak?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Does a watch: watch? And can a clock hold hands?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When paper tears, does it cry? And
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Can a camel walk on water as it walks upon the sand?' (2)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">IV </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
THE QUESTING BEAST </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Many thousands of years passed while Sudanenka and the prince sat discussing matters of the heart and matters of the brain; the substantiality of linguistics and the laws of aesthetics. But they agreed on nothing. In fact, it was as if nothing had been said. And all that time, above them, the sky became darker and darker... It grew from a single point, like a spider's web, and the clouds seemed to group in angry silence as if in some malevolent conspiracy; whispering, gloomy and persistent. Sudanenka's heart sank, and the prince also felt the heavy stream of foreboding in the air; it seemed to drift like melancholy ribbons through the soul. Then, suddenly, from the black vault above them, a flash of lightening struck upon the ground. Sudanenka sat fingering his ebony beads as a fearful rumbling erupted from a grassy mound on the opposite side of the road. The prince rose quickly and leapt behind the tree. The mound split in sunder and the earth was shaken, and clouds of black smoke appeared from the cleft, quickly followed by a dark and monstrous head. And the smoke lifted to reveal the head of some ancient and warrior-like dragon, with its blood-red eyes fixed on Sudanenka, who sat unmoved beneath the tree.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Do you not agree that my ears are plain to see?' said the hideous dragon, showing row upon row of terribly sharp teeth.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I cannot breathe a falsity,' uttered Sudanenka. 'I see your ears'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Therefore', continued the dragon, 'it is by logic that you see me'. And the beast rose from the mound, towering into the air beyond the black clouds. In an infinitesimal flash, the beast diminished in size and became that of a man, yet his head remained that of a dragon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Brother, long hast thou dwelt with hoof and horn, now sit ye down with hands and feet'. And Sudanenka beckoned towards the brute.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Have you not the intelligence to know the dark Lord of the abyss when you see him?' hissed the monster through clenched teeth.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'And what is thy sorcery?' asked Sudanenka.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Dispersion!' replied the beast.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I have prayed for your acquaintance'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Your prayers do not interest me, for they are rags in which you hide your filthy existence'. The monster said fiercely.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'You must excuse my appearance. My work is never done!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Thy work is the Devil's work!' snapped the beast.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'And thy mouth his buttocks!' returned Sudanenka.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
During this friendly and eloquent exchange, the prince remained unobserved, which was a curious thing in itself, for he had such a striking and unusual appearance, that ordinarily, one couldn't help but notice him, even when looking in all the wrong places.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Tell me... who sends such a distinguished Lord as yourself, to seek such a humble man as myself?'</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the beast laughed such a mighty laugh that it rang and echoed throughout all eternity.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'My name hath been uttered by mightier lips than your God, holy man, for I come from the pit of darkness; from the blackness of the abyss, and Chaos and Madness are of me. We are many, and you are one'. And the beast crouched down low like a hunting tiger, stalking its prey, creeping towards Sudanenka. But the wise Sudanenka continued to finger his beads, and even closed his eyes on the beast.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Do you not flee at destruction?' raged the beast, perplexed at Sudanenka's show of courage.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I tremble before one God, yet fear of nought!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Then you are a fool!' laughed the beast. 'Let your God help you now, for you have wasted your pitiful existence in nothing. What sorcery dost thou yield?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the old man dropped his head and dropped his beads, and the beast's eyes became a frenzy of wanton destruction.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I will break you where you sit, old fool, and take great pleasure in thy ruin'. And the beast became a nightmare of grunting blasphemy:
</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
'Maahagarnii Xilkareton Tsalonai
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bakhoori Baxhara Khuuntereton
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Heranuth Larasaral Sagahabad...'
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Thy words hold no fear for me, and thou shalt no more enter upon the sacred shade of this tree, than I am to enter within the gates of the palace. My God hath already weighed thy unspeakable soul'. Said Sudanenka, opening his eyes upon the beast, in the process of transforming itself into a vile and hideous torso, suspended on eight legs protruding from its stomach. It seemed an eternity, and Sudanenka, whose lips had been rippling over some sacred lines, suddenly stopped and exclaimed:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'You may come forth, brother prince'. And the prince stepped from behind the tree, forming the holy trinity and dispersing the evil dyad. And the beast shook to the core as Sudanenka continued:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Thou art to me as the most beautiful and sweetest smelling rose in the Garden of Eros: Venus is no match for thee!' And the beast showed its foam-filled mouth, frothing and biting at the air with deadly incisors.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Do not be afraid brother beast, nor ashamed' said Sudanenka, 'for if swine be thy bedfellow, thou must expect muck in thy delight of horror!' And the beast fell to the ground, unable to rise again as it squirmed in torment.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Thou hath showered thy head with gold yet filth hath been thy heart and filth hath been thy ruin! Lift up thy head and hands, and raise thy heart, for thou art consumed by the power of the one true God, and thou art beautiful in thy destruction'. Sang Sudanenka as the beast crumbled, its screams and roars booming throughout the abyss as Sudanenka's ebony beads bounced in a never-ending chain along the road.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the prince was mystified, saying 'what miracle hath occurred?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'No miracle', answered Sudanenka, 'for my way is the way of the universe: one does nought, yet one can move all in nought!' And there was silence once again. And for a thousand years remained the prince at the side of Sudanenka, beneath the tree, a picture of perpetual amazement.</span>
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<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">V </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
KING DEATH </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'This is not Being for this is Going!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Explain Master!' said the prince. And the holy man gave the prince the key to the mysteries; the secrets of the laws of equilibrium; the perception of time, and the illusion of matter. And when Sudanenka had finished, he raised his hand to show all was at an end. And at an end it was, for no more words were spoken for several thousand years. And during all that time they saw no one pass upon the road, and the prince's love and devotion towards Sudanenka, grew strong in their brotherhood. The bond of companionship was forged in fire, and hammered and shaped in Hell, yet a time would come... and a time did come! And there came upon the road a mighty rush of thundering hooves, from the gates of the palace. And horse and rider came nearer and nearer, and Sudanenka knew it to be King Death upon his nightmare steed. Closer and closer they came until Death halted before Sudanenka and the prince. Sudanenka remained unstirred by the intrusion, and the devoted prince had learnt to do the same. Death gave a great laugh and said:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Prince Poet, a eulogy if you will? In mine honour: sing a song of Death! And thou shalt be crowned King Poet of the abyss!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the prince began to sing: </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
'Here be infamy for thy brains;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For thy sacerdotal pains,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For limbs shall lie with black caress
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And lips shall quiver at its kiss.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And Death shall suck upon thy veins
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till nought but skin and bone remains.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the darkness of gross desire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Burn those very tongs of fire
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
In the charred basilisk of his strains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Made of damned immortal chains;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He hammers to the lute and lyre:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! Those tongs of fire won't tire!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For 'tis Death that holds thee at the reins
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the moon waxes and the moon wanes
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Above that dread, insufferable choir
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of the all-devourer, all-denier!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Within the hushed groves of these plains,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">'Tis King Death in his tyranny reigns.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That dread blasphemer; that cursed liar
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shall scorch the virgin flesh with fire!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
For he be the night time breed that stains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy virtue; and his Death's glance slains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thy body with a cauldron's kiss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In King Death's realm of the abyss'.
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Amusing' said Death, 'but you do me an injustice. It is not worthy of my magnificence'. And with a wave of Death's hand, the prince was reduced to burnt ashes, and the prince was no more than cloak and boots! Sudanenka remained still, yet inwardly, he raged!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'What wickedness I do', said Death. 'I walk with famine, I skip with plague and run with pestilence, and I make mushrooms of brains. And I laugh, and I do it all again!' And Death roared with laughter so much, he almost fell off his horse.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'What say you now old man?' questioned Death. 'Dare you sit before me and not recognise my power over all?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sudanenka clasped his small hands together and spoke:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Only pity can I feel for you, for to walk in your shadow is to hate and destroy everything of worth'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Yes, and I do it so well!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Tell me,' said Sudanenka, 'what disease drives you?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'The same that drives you old man: power!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'A sordid word, made more sordid on such a vulgar tongue'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Ah, but you have wickedness in you also, old man, you just look the other way! Come and I shall show thee riches beyond thy dreams and beyond thy God's comprehension'. And Death held out a bony hand towards Sudanenka. 'Come! Come drink of the wine of the abyss!'</span>
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<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">VI </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
THE THREE ORDEALS</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'What trinket poureth thou over fool?' screeched Death, his brow wrinkling into an infinite number of furrows. 'What wants thee with such a pyramid box?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'It is nothing!' said Sudanenka.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Sphinx!' shouted Death, snorting the air. 'Are ye so afraid of Death that thou must cling to some Holy relic? To some Saint's squat phallus in a box, I'll wager! Hath doubt been conjured in thy heart? Speak!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'It is all and it is nothing!' replied Sudanenka.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'What intrigue is this? Thou hast bred curiosity in Death'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
But Sudanenka remained silent. And Death continued:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Tell me: wouldst thou a deal with Death do?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I strike no bargain!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Not for thy salvation, fool?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I think nothing of perishing for my Lord'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And Death laughed, causing the whole of the abyss to shake. 'This be no match for Death. I gain nothing either way by executing my lust; thou causeth not one leaf to fall, nor wind to stir, for thou art nothing in Death's tempest. Yet Death is sporting, even when the outcome is inevitable. Therefore do I set thee three ordeals. If thou shouldst fail, thou must walk freely into the palace of the abyss. If ye not fail, then let the abyss look on God's face and tremble! What sayest thou?'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I have rejoiced in the palace of good and evil, and all are one to me, for I have no beginning and I have no end!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Then choose ye well from the middle!' said Death impatiently.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'I have chosen!' replied the holy man.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Then let it be written: Thrice shall ye face Death's legion and thrice must ye triumph!' And Death was gone into the mist, upon his steed, cursing and blaspheming.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Many thousands of years were to come and go. And Sudanenka remained within the Holy shade of sorrow, for all truth is but darkness reflected upon the light of falsity. And for many hundreds of years did it rain and thunder, without cessation, and it was a black, poisonous rain, filled with corruption that fell. But Sudanenka felt it not, for he was protected in the sacred circle of the tree; the centre of his universe; the supreme extension of his Light which reaches unto all eternity and radiates unto all the worlds.</span>
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<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">VII </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
THE BLIND MAN </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The storm did cease, and light was once again at the hand of darkness. And there came a man upon the road, dressed in rags, for he had been travelling many centuries through the driving rain. He was not so very old, yet he was not so very young, and he walked with a limp and carried a staff. He was blind, and as he came upon Sudanenka, the holy man spoke:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Sit ye down brother, for I can see thou art weary of the road; rest a while, thy journey is almost at an end'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the blind man sat beside Sudanenka, thanking him, for he had not heard the sound of another's voice in over eight-hundred years, and it was greatly welcomed. And so the blind man told Sudanenka of his travels upon the road and all the misfortunes that befell him and how every step was a tearing of his flesh.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'Then thou art of the Light?' questioned Sudanenka.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'The Light', said the blind man, 'has been my every thought upon the road; it has been my truth and my strength'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The Light is the Light of Love', the holy man said, 'yet it is also the Light of Death. But there is fire, and in the flames lie purity!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the blind man put his hands to his face and wept. And tearfully, he sang:
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Onimhaalooodhaaa, Bramhemnieuuuuu
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Soltzamhanaaaartzaaa aa aa
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Chandhoooo Chandhoooooo.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Heeliannndhooonieuuuuu
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ooramnoxcoph Seeliarhnooooo
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Khooramnanbeher Archtair
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chandhoooo Chandhoooooo
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Chaaaandhoooooo oooo ooo oooo.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Kohbaaa Denuda Seluda </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Kohbaaa
Aramatheelee </span><span style="color: black;">Bodhihoood
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wasaarnaaah Sempulmatulaaah
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Chandhoooo </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Chandhoooooo.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Anasaieeaaah oo aaah ee aaah
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Charieemzaaah niaah nieuuuuu...' </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And sadness like a thick mist was drawn within the circle.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sudanenka, being the living light of the tree, penetrated the mist and saw that each new fallen apple within the circle had become black and rotten. He looked, and he could see the light about the blind man's body, yet it was not the light, for it was as a shield of flames. In the centre of the circle, the fiery mass seemed to be gathering. Sudanenka reached for the pyramid box, taking a gold coin from it and handing it to the blind man, saying:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'What the left hand concealeth, the right hand revealeth!' and at its touch the blind man's skin fell from him in heaps of rotten flesh that stank of pestilence, for he was that of which it is unlawful to speak: the abomination of abominations, whose touch is death. And the blind man became as dust himself and was blown into the four corners of the abyss. And the circle was pure once again.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">VIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
THE DREAM AND THE SANCTUARY </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the centuries passed as in some strange dream, recalled and repeated in the wakeful hours. And the wind howled and whipped the abyss into a torrent of curses, yet Sudanenka remained protected in the circle, beneath the tree. But, in a forgetful moment, all was cast out and a strange body of enormous strength had entered the holy man's sphere of thought; and it was Division, Addition, Subtraction and Multiplication in number. But being a perfection of equilibrium, the holy man raised not one thought against it. The numerical dweller was strong, yet the holy man's will was stronger! He was shown a dream of all things revealing vast wonders of falsity and truth, for he was shown the point of the line at the beginning, which is nought; and he was shown the point of the line at the end, which is two and infinity. And he was led into the vision beyond words.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
He saw how the beginning, which is beyond birth, is the light of the angles of the cross (3), and he saw how the middle, which is beyond life, is the darkness of the sacred eye and the cross (4); and he saw how the end, which is beyond death, is the light of the circle and the cross (5). He saw himself as Being, and as Going, and as Returning, all in an infinitesimal particle of thought. And he cried out:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
'The Light I receive gives sustenance, and the shell hath been pierced through by unclean hands, which hath partaken of the Light, which is Love and Death; and the vessel of blasphemy hath been devoured by Love!' And the vision ended. And the victor passed into a strange dreamless sleep upon the eve of the third ordeal.</span><span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
IX </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
THE DESIRE IN DARKNESS </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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On waking, Sudanenka found himself confronted by a beautiful woman, with large almond eyes and long black hair streaming over her naked body. And she was of savage strength; magnificent and proud. She moved in strange motions, as if she were part feline, shaping her form in never-ending angles of shameless desire, for she was the desire in darkness; the great adulteress of the abyss whose lusts are insatiable. And she spoke:
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'I am the terror and the call within the heart of man,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And the transference of sorrow into joy by woman,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">For I hath stained the holy cup of brute desire;
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<span style="color: black;">I hath defiled death with my breasts of fire.
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<span style="color: black;">I am the worldful whore and my scarlet kiss
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<span style="color: black;">Is the infernal blossom in the darkness.
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<span style="color: black;">For I am the core of sin that saps
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<span style="color: black;">In caressing the tomb... These purple paps
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<span style="color: black;">Hath long crusaded, for they ache with lust:
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<span style="color: black;">I hath turned the hearts of oaks to dust!
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<span style="color: black;">And the palace of my joy is found
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<span style="color: black;">Three-form, for I am bound
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<span style="color: black;">To take of flesh, for my flesh gives
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<span style="color: black;">To all that dies and all that lives!'
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Sudanenka watched as she danced around the circle.
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'Am I not desirable, master?' said the pale seductress, stroking Sudanenka's forehead.
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'I am not of thy flesh, for thou art false: thou hast paraded virtue in the mud!' And the holy man closed his eyes. Her nakedness coiled about him, and she kissed him, yet he moved not. She whispered obscenity after obscenity in his ear, and yet he moved not. Then she opened her mouth and her sharp teeth glistened as she spoke in a tongue unfamiliar, yet known to Sudanenka. And she clasped her hands to his throat and writhed upon him as a serpent. Sudanenka reached for the pyramid box and thrust a coin into her mouth, and she turned many shades of the earth as her beautiful skin became old and ugly, hanging upon her in loose folds. Her screams of ecstasy and passion became the agonies of the damned; an abomination of filth and horror. And the ground opened up and swallowed her vile carcass.</span><span style="color: black;">
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X </span></div>
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THE CLOSING OF THE VEIL </span></div>
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And Death's laughter rang throughout the abyss as Sudanenka took the last remaining coin from the pyramid box, rolling it in his fingers and casting some enchantment over it. And he hurled it along the road, towards the gates of the palace. The coin grew in size and speed, doubling its diameter with each revolution until it grew far beyond the clouds in height. And it thundered into the palace, bringing down the stone walls of the damned, sealing its horror for evermore. And a radiant light shone forth over the abyss, and the air was silent of screams, and the trees did begin to blossom once more; and the birds dared once again, to open their beaks and sing!
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Notes
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1. Beyond Salvation Lies The Fool. (refers to The Tarot).
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<span style="color: black;">2. Camel: Ship of the Desert.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3. L.V.X. Light in Extension.
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<span style="color: black;">4. OT - The Egyptian Ankh, symbol of Life.
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<span style="color: black;">5. N.O.X. The Night of Pan in the City of the Pyramids. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE CUP AND THE CROSS</span>
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Notes on the nature of
SUDANENKA </span></div>
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The title The Cup and the Cross gives an explanation to the true meaning of the little tale of Sudanenka for they are the magical weapons associated with Mem; the element of water and ‘The Hanged Man’ in the Tarot. The name Sudanenka can be defined thus:
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Sud is the secret eye, the intersecting ellipses that see beyond illusion. It is also known as the third eye, or the Ru = (), the oval between the eyes; this oval is also the origin of the Ankh which has the oval attached upon a cross (also note the similarity to the planetary sign of Venus, the planet of Love which has a circle with a cross at the bottom). The Ru can also be seen as a birth passage, a vagina, the kteis; a door and a mouth.
</span><span style="color: black;">Sud is also the anus of the goat which is ceremonially kissed during the Sabbath rites; the obsculum obscoenum – the obscene kiss!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sud relates to the Ru, for the sud is the secret eye that looks from the far side of the zodiac, from Capricorn to its opposite sign of Cancer, governed by the moon; Sud is then the third eye, the all-seeing eye – as Ru is the portal between two worlds – the gateway – birth!
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SUD= 60+6+4= 70 = the letter Ayin (o); XV The Devil in the Tarot and Eye in Hebrew
which gives the number 70.
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AN= 1+50= 51 = Pain. 1=O, the Fool in the Tarot.
50=XIII, Death in the Tarot.
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EN= 5+50= 55 = Malkuth, the bride; (a mystic number).
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KA= 20+1= 21 = Tiphereth, (a mystic number). The 21st Key of the Tarot = The
Universe. Also the letter Tau, the Phallus in manifestation.
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In total SUDANENKA gives us 197, of which we can extract 156= Babalon, and 41=AM, the unfertile Mother. [also 197-111=86 which is ALHIM]
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THE OPENING OF THE VEIL </span></div>
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OOO
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<span style="color: black;">AIN SOPH AUR
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<span style="color: black;">The sun in the arms of the moon.
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<span style="color: black;">The Beast & Babalon.
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<span style="color: black;">The Mother cradling the Child.
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<span style="color: black;">Isis Rejoicing.
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OO
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<span style="color: black;">AIN SOPH
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O
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<span style="color: black;">AIN
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AIN=negative – the Yoni. 10 Sephira= positive (emanations of Unity) – the Lingam.
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NUIT. The negative veils of existence.
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The Limitless Light.
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‘Man and tree were one’ =
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Man=91 (also note AMN [Amen] =91).
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Tree =91 (Tree in Hebrew is Aleph, Yod, Lamed, Nun =91).
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One=Achad=Unity.
One also =Aleph=Pentagram. (Aleph is also O. The Fool in the Tarot).
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Also
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M=Sacrifice. The Hanged Man in the Tarot=XII.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">A=Folly. The Fool in the Tarot=O.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">N=Death. Death in the tarot=XIII.
XII+O+XIII=XXV (25) =5x5 The Pentagram in Action.
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Also
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Aleph Yod Lamed Nun = TREE (in Hebrew)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Fool Hermit Justice Death }= O+IX+VIII+XIII=XX (20).
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<span style="color: black;">Ox Hand Ox Goad Fish
20= IVD (Yod) The Letter of the Father.
.....
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<em>Come unto me not as the lamb,
</em></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><em>But come unto me as the wolf.</em>
</span><br />
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It is the voice of Nuit singing ‘To me! To me!’ not Hadit, for it is His nature to go!
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‘My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, and the circle is red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me’.
AL.I.60
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‘But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am al pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!’
AL.I.61
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‘At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say – and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple – To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant’.
AL.I.62
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‘Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!’
AL.I.63
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‘I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky’.
AL.I.64
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‘To me! To me!’
AL.I.65</span><br />
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The wolf= Mars, 9, the war-like Ra-Hoor-Khuit (R-H-K): ‘As brothers fight ye’ [AL.III.59]. It is Horus in the aspect of R-H-K.
Mouth =(scarlet red) Ruby, vengeance and wrath.
Paths joining=7-8 Sephira.
Weapon=Sword.
Figure=Pentagram.
XVI (16) in the Tarot=The Tower=War, the letter Pe (mouth).
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<span style="color: black;">Mars symbolises the coming of a New Aeon which is destructive by fire; a cosmic energy in its grossest form. And so Life and Death are the two forms of desire.
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‘Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God’.
AL.I.57
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The lamb is the Agnus Deus, the lamb of God as taught in the old religion which was known as Christianity; it is the symbol of meekness and self-sacrifice; a powerful symbol of the ‘Dying God’, and of pity and forgiveness. In Thelemic terms it is the slave, the servant and the weak man of God punished for his sins; for his thoughts, words and actions and restricted in his every expression of love, and we are told therefore –
</span><br />
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‘Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!’
AL.I.6
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We are taught to be brave and fierce as the wolf; to lurk and withdraw and to fight for our honour; to despise weakness and compassion and lift up our heads as we stride the world with the light of love burning in our breasts.
‘Obey my prophet! Follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! Seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so; I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all’.
AL.I.32
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‘I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice’.
AL.I.58
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‘Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright’.
AL.II.5
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‘Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us’.
AL.II.20</span><br />
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‘Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joys; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath’.
AL.II.24
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‘There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!’
AL.II.70
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‘But exceed! exceed!’
AL.II.71
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‘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’.
AL.II.72
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‘Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee’.
AL.II.73
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‘The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings’.
AL.II.74
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‘O be thou proud and mighty among men!’
AL.II.77
</span><br />
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‘Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house’.
AL.III.9
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‘Fear not at all; fear neither men, nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms’.
AL.III.17
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‘Mercy let be off: damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!’
AL.III.18
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<span style="color: black;">
‘The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not overmuch! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!’
AL.III.42
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<span style="color: black;">
‘With my Hawk’s head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross’.
AL.III.51
‘I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him’.
AL.III.52
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<span style="color: black;">
‘With my claws I tear at the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din’.
AL.III.53</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds’.
AL.III.54
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!’
AL.III.55
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Also for beauty’s sake and love’s!’
AL.III.56
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play: all fools despise!’
AL.III.57
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!’
AL.III.58
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘As brothers fight ye!’
AL.III.59
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt’.
AL.III.60
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt’.
AL.I.22
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The unveiling of the company of heaven’.
AL.I.2
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men!’
AL.I.5
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs’.
AL.I.8
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!’
AL.I.9
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy’.
AL.I.13
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘With the God & the Adorer I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit’.
AL.I.21
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<span style="color: black;">
‘I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty’.
AL.I.24
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Divide, add, multiply, and understand’.
AL.I.25 </span><br />
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…..
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The chapters in relation to Thelemic Gods:
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<span style="color: black;">000
00
0.. Nuit.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1.. Hadit.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2..Chaos.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3.. Babalon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">4.. Hoor-Par-Kraat.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">5.. Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">6.. Heru-Ra-Ha.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">7.. The Scarlet Woman.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">8.. Baphomet.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">9.. Therion.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">10. Ankh-Af-Na-Khonsu
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I
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THE PRINCE </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
This chapter relates to the sephira called Kether. The God is Hadit (R-H-K). In the Tarot we find The Magus I, The Priestess II and The Fool O. Its magickal grade is the Ipsissimus [10=1]. The planet is Pluto.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Kether is formless because it exists above Binah on the Tree of Life where form is created. Binah = Time, and Chokhmah = Form.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Kether is one degree removed from non-existence; it is without reaction and it does not conform to any criteria. It is the cause of manifestation but is not manifested. It exists above duality – all sephira are extensions of Kether and Kether is the source of all Magickal energy!
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Come! All ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the compliment of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and khabs is the name of my House’.
AL.II.2</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found’.
AL.II.3
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Yet she shall be known & I never’.
AL.II.4
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death’.
AL.II.6
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go’.
AL.II.7
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‘Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains’.
AL.II.9
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">‘I am alone: there is no God where I am’.
AL.II.23
</span><br />
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‘I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one’.
AL.II.26
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‘Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green’.
AL.II.50
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‘Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight’.
AL.II.51
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<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction with this chapter one is recommended to read ‘The Vision and the Voice’ by Aleister Crowley; aethyrs: 1,4,15,16 & 21 in particular.</span><br />
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‘Sea of woe’ – a reference to Binah.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sudanenka – one who has attained – Ipsissimus.
‘No name’ – nemo.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Tree long been at my side’- The tree is the Holy Guardian Angel [H.G.A]
‘I see all’ – I see Nuit.
‘Seen with ears, heard with eyes; seen/ hears eternity’ – a reference to the Powers of the Sphinx, especially ‘silence’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘More than now’ – numerically we can find: NOW= 50=70=6 =126.
126= Darkness in Hebrew, also a widow.
1+2+6=9 [Yesod, the moon]
9=AVB – witchcraft, the false moon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Other permutations include: 9x14=126, 7x18=126, 6x21=126, 3x42=126.
</span><br />
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N=Scorpio and Death in the Tarot (XIII)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O=Capricorn and The Devil in the Tarot (XV)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">W=Taurus and The Hierophant in the Tarot (V)
</span><br />
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XIII+XV+V=XXXIII (33)
</span><br />
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33= Sorrow in Hebrew, also to mourn.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3x3=9 (IX) The Hermit in the Tarot. Also see 9 above.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3x11=33, perhaps a reference to the deities of Liber Al vel Legis: Nuit, Hadit, R-H-K.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
9 is also important in the publication of The Book of the Law, because nine months before the first publication was the outbreak of the Balkan War, which broke up the Near East.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Nine months before the second publication was the outbreak of the first World War, which broke up the West.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Nine months before the third publication was the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War which broke up the Far East.
Nine months before the fourth publication – 6.22 A.M. Dec 22 1937 e.v. – nine months before the betrayal which stripped Britain of the last rags of honour, prestige and security, and will break up civilization in the second World War.
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‘the event will establish the Kingdom of the Crowned and Conquering Child over the whole earth, and all men shall bow to the Law, which is love under will’.
Magick pp 112-113. 1922, published 1929.
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Sanctuary/Restriction= Balance.
‘Egg of Reason’ –
</span><br />
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‘There is a great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason’.
AL.II.27
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Babe of the Abyss/H.P.K.
The hard shell/soft yolk= equilibrium.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thelemic doctrine=
Fool, all is one (nought) = Aleph (comedy of Pan).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Triangle= the outer robe of concealment (woman) = Kteis/Yoni – Binah (Time) = Understanding!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Inner light= the inner robe of glory (man) = Phallus/Lingam.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">All things are many= O=2, the Thelemic equation (tragedy of Pan) = Chokhma (Form) = Wisdom – Man.
</span><br />
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‘If this be not aright; if ye confound the space marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgement of Ra Hoor Khuit!’
AL.I.52</span><br />
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Cross + = the cross surmounted by a triangle, which is the Hanged Man; the descent
of Light in Darkness to redeem it.
</span><br />
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2 figures= The Fool [O] and The Magus [I].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Fool: ‘Door shut in the House of Moons’= Yesod.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Thou art a jester’ – The magus to The Fool.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Love= Madness. (Fool) this also refers to the madness of Pan – see ‘The Hymn to Pan’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Been here before sir?’ spoken by The Magus.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Fool replies: ‘Aye, in merrier days, perhaps’ alluding to Kether and also the cycle of re-birth.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Apples - refer to the interference of the will.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Palace of Light= All matter is of Kether (Light).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Heart= Tiphereth.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Man, woman, child – Hadit, Nuit, Horus [Osiris, Isis, Horus].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Beast & Babalon= Therion/ Scarlet Woman.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Silence= Mystery. The inactive form of speech – see 1st aethyr in ‘The Vision and the Voice’.
This chapter relates to Mercury in Alchemy which acts as a flux; its nature is bisexual – it is the spirit. In Hindu: Sattvas; in Hebrew: Aleph, its element is Air. The Prince lives in adoration of Sudanenka as found in ancient Greece! </span><br />
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II
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S</span><span style="color: black;">UDANENKA’S SONG </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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This chapter relates to MAN. The sephira is Chokhmah, which is wisdom. We are wholly masculine – the seed, the Lingham (Phallus) +. The Father of Thought! Here is contained all things which are possible yet not manifested (such as Sudanenka’s song which has yet to be born as it were).
The God which rules this sephira is Chaos – Thoth (the Word). Chaos= the Dyad.
Its element is Air and in alchemy it represents sulphur; the fiery male soul; in Hindu: Rajas, in Hebrew: Shin, its element is fire (Shin by shape equals a flame).
Yod of Tetragrammaton (aspect of Nuit – unity) an Active and Positive force.
</span><br />
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‘Twig’= Wand (club in Tarot) = Fire.
</span><br />
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Birth words of a Magus – Wisdom (Chokhmah) beyond understanding (i.e. the song) Binah, the sephira below is ‘understanding’, so it actually is ‘beyond’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tarot= High Priestess or The Tower XVI (ejaculation).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Being and Not Being= CHAOS (Chokhmah) the conduit of energy from kether.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Hebrew letter= Gimel (camel), the Path of the Moon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Planet= Neptune.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Grade= Magus 9=2. See also 6th Aethyr and Liber I B vel Magi.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Magickal Formula= CHAOS.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">World= Atziluth (archetypal world)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paths joining= The Fool O, The Empress III, The Hierophant V.
</span><br />
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‘Poop’= 80+70+70+80= 300 = Khabs am Pekht (Light in Extension), also ‘Formation’ and ‘Separation’.
300= Letter Shin in Hebrew (tooth), triple flame by shape, symbolic of the Holy Spirit, Ruch Alhim= 300.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Poop poop’= 600= RED. The Star Ruby (precious stone of Chokhma).
600= Mem final (Mem= Water – this whole story is concerned with the Hebrew letter Mem).
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘and both were as stone’ – standing stone, the magical weapon relative to Chokhmah.
</span><br />
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The ‘song’ is the ‘seeds’ yet to ‘flourish’ into perceivable ‘manifestation’.
</span><br />
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Thoughts become Words!
</span><br />
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III
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THE PRINCE’S SONG </span></div>
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This chapter relates to that of WOMAN. The sephira is Binah (understanding), the wholly feminine – Yoni/Kteis (vagina): the egg O ()
The Goddess is Babalon (Isis).
The element is Water and the Planet= Saturn. In Alchemy it is Salt, the passive female body. In Hindu: Tamar and in Hebrew: Mem (the three mother letters: water).
</span><br />
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‘Heart’= cup or chalice in Tarot. It also refers to Tiphereth and Beauty.
</span><br />
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Here, all things are possible and begin their development. ‘Chaos’ in Chokhmah possesses the ‘seed’, and ‘Babalon’ in Binah possesses the ‘egg’ and womb of existence.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Serpent’ and the ‘dove’ – (Kundalini; Ra-Hoor-Khuit; dove… symbolism found in OTO etc).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Snake’ – </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well!’.
AL.I.57
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Given ‘Beauty’= Tiphereth O – (Heart) its number is 6, the mystic number of Binah.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Eyes’= Ayin (eye in Hebrew) 70.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Mouth’= Pe (mouth in Hebrew) 80.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Hand’= Daleth (Hebrew letter) The Empress in the Tarot, the Path joining Chokhmah and Binah. The Gate of the Supernals. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The letter of Venus – sexual symbolism= 4.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Camel’= (Hebrew letter Gimel meaning camel) 3. [3 is the mystic number of Chokhmah]. It is the Path that joins Kether and Tiphereth, the pathway through the Abyss.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Note: 70+80+6= 156 (Babalon) [5x31, and 26x6].
6+70+80+10+4+3=170 (wand).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">70+80+10+4+3= 164 (the Pillars). </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Also 10+4+3= 17 & 80+10+4=94 (see 777).
</span><br />
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‘water’= element of Binah – Mem.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Sand’ – earth.
‘Richer for the word’ – projected and made solid= a reference to Chokhmah and Binah polarities, the un-manifest beginning its manifestation – from ‘Chaos’ to ‘Order’.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">‘A good one at that’= ‘One’, the value of Aleph, The Fool in the Tarot (0). </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Also see ‘The Book of Lies’ by Aleister Crowley for other symbolism specific to ‘that’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">8=3 Magister Templi.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paths joining= Magus I, Empress III, Lovers VI, Chariot VII.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">World= Briah (creative world).</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Magical Formula= M.E.R.C.U.R.I.U.S and Babalon.
In conjunction read The Vision and the Voice aethyrs 2, 13, and 14. Also Liber VII (Lapiz Lazuli) especially chapter II. </span><br />
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IV
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THE QUESTING BEAST </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
The sephira of this chapter is Chesed (mercy). Its God is Hoor-Par-Kraat (God of silence). Silence equates with Love in Magick.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The element is Water and the Planet is Jupiter.
</span><br />
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The beginning explains the nature of Daath – ‘The Abyss’ (babe of the abyss) see 10th aethyr. The relative Planet is Uranus.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Magical Formula= N.O.X and T.A.R.O
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Beast’= Cheva [ChIVA]: AChIHA [the beast] 666, in full:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">A=111+Ch=418+I=20+H=6+A=111=666.
A=111 (x6= number of the sun – 666) also Beast of the Abyss= Choronzon (Dispersion) [see The Vision and the Voice].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Prince (unobserved) = sign of silence. H.P.K. Passive.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sudanenka (observed) = sign of Horus (enterer). R.H.K. Active.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘One God, fear of nought’ –
</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">‘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 of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!’
AL.I.27
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Also ‘nought’ of the Tarot= The Fool, also Ox (one).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Existence is nothing’ –
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Nothing s a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred and eighteen’.
AL.I.46
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Eight legs’= change in stability.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Father degraded to animal reason. Intellect.
‘Holy Trinity/evil Dyad’.
333= the number of Choronzon.
Does ‘nought’, move ‘all’ in ‘nought’. [All= 61 – the negative, non-existence; not] also AL= 31 (The great number in Thelema, see Liber Al vel Legis).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Ends in ‘silence’= Hoor-Par-Kraat (H.P.K)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sudanenka displays virtues relevant to Chesed – ‘mercy’ towards the beast.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Silence and Speech – The passive and active forms of Horus [Heru-Ra-Ha] –H.P.K & R.H.K – ‘Love’ and ‘Will’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Grade= Exempt Afept 7=4.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction with this read Liber VII, chapter III and Liber CLVI. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
V
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
KING DEATH </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
In this chapter the sephira is Geburah (Power). Its God is Ra-Hoor-Khuit, equilibrated with Chesed (H.P.K.) – R.H.K.= Will [H.P.K.= Love], both guard the gates of the Abyss – R.H.K. (serpent/kundalini).
In Alchemy it is the sun and its planet is Mars. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Magical Grade is Adeptus Major 6=5.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">he Magical formula= S.U.L.P.H.U.R. and ABRAHADABRA.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paths joining= Lust XI, Chariot VII, Hanged Man XII, Adjustment VIII.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘This is not Being for this is Going’ –
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go’.
A.L.II.7
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
‘Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper’.
A.L.II.8
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Also see the Bornless Ritual:
Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thee, that didst create the Night and the Day.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">………………………………………………..
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I am He! the Bornless Spirit! having sight in the feet:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Strong, and the Immortal Fire!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I am He! the Truth!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I am He! who hate that evil should be wrought in the
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">World!
………………………………………………..
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I am He; the Grace of the World:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">“The Heart Girt with a Serpent” is My Name!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Also the Ankh is a symbol of ‘Going’ ( a sandal strap).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
King Death is a Martial God of War and Death, also of Destruction.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Power’ – Geburah.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction read Liber VII, chapter I.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
VI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
THREE ORDEALS
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The sephira in this chapter is Tiphereth (Beauty) a product of the union of Chaos (Chokhmah) with Babalon (Binah)= Balance. The God is Heru-Ra-Ha, the embodiment of the Holy Guardian Angel [H.G.A.], an aspect of Horus (as is R.H.K. & H.P.K.)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Its Planet is the sun [the Knowledge and Conversation of the H.G.A.]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Magical grade is Adeptus Minor 5=6 and the Magical formulas are A.U.R.U.M. & L.U.X. & I.N.R.I.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paths joining= Priestess II, StarXVII, Lovers VI, Hermit IX, Adjustment VIII, Art XIV, Death XIII, Devil XV.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Pyramid box= cube= Magical weapon of Tiphereth.
Tiphereth is the home of the sacrificial Gods.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘ALL’, ‘NOTHING’.
Death attempts to lure Sudanenka from the path.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Palace’ – ‘good/evil’. All=one. No beginning, no end.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Holy shade of the tree [Tree= H.G.A.]
Extension of Light= L.V.X.
The tree also represents ‘crucifixion’ and the ‘Hanged Man’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Unto all the worlds’= Assiah, Yetzirah, Briah, Chiah & Jechidah.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction with this see The Vision and the Voice, Aethyrs 15 & 18. Also Liber VII, chapter IV and Liber LXV.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
VII
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
BLIND MAN </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The chapter of the Blind Man is Netzach (Victory), emotion (Lust).
The Goddess is the Scarlet Woman – strength & lust. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The element is Fire and the Planet is Venus. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Magical grade is Philosophus 4=7 and the Paths joining are Fortune X, Death XIII, Tower XVI, Emperor IV, Moon XVIII.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The Blind Man is the Scarlet Woman, an aspect of Babalon, the Dark Mother (of Binah).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘has not two eyes’= IxI = II The Priestess in the Tarot.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">II The Priestess (Gimel/Camel)= Moon reference. Feminine symbol, connecting the Father (Hadit/Kether) to the Son (Horus/Tiphereth).
She is clothed in luminous veils of Light.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Death – (path of Death XIII) distorts Her beauty so that she appears as a Blind, frail, old Man. The notion of the ‘Blind Man’ is also associated with the ‘Old Aeon’ – (see the Vision and the Voice, Aethyr 30).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler’.
A.L.II.48
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Gold coin= The Root of the Power of Earth. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Coin= Pantacle. Circle is pure – the Scarlet Woman’s Light redeems.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Death XIII (XIII=13= Love, Unity).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Now let there be a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!’
A.L.II.14
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk’.
A.L.II.18
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us’.
A.L.II.20
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, O king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: verily thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be understood: If the body of the king dissolve, he shall remain in pure ecstasy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun. Strength and Sight, Light; these are for the servants of the Star & the Snake’.
A.L.II.21</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen’.
A.L.II.49
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Fear not, O prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up’.
A.L.II.53
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter’.
A.L.II.52
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King thou canst not hurt him’.
A.L.II.59
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!’
A.L.II.60
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Mercy let be off: damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!’
A.L.III.18
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not overmuch! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!’
A.L.III.42</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through the dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered’.
A.L.III.43
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!’
A.L.III.44</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit’.
A.L.III.45</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction with this read the Vision and the Voice, Aethyr 30 and Liber VII, chapter VII.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
VIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
DREAM & SANCTUARY </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Hod is the sephira in this chapter which is Intellect, Glory & Honour. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The God is Baphomet and the element Water; the Planet is Mercury and the Magical grade is Practicus 3=8.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paths joining are Tower XVI, Sun XIX, Hanged man XII, Devil XV, Aeon XX.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Division, addition, subtraction, multiply’ – (intellect):
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Divide, add, multiply, and understand’.
A.L.I.25</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Point of line at beginning’= nought.
‘Point of line at end’= 2 and infinity.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘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 of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!’
A.L.I.27
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘None, breathed the light, faint and faery, of the stars, and two.
A.L.I.28</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union’.
A.L.I.29
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all’.
A.L.I.30</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Vision beyond words –
‘Beginning’= beyond birth; the Light of the angles of a Cross= L.V.X.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Middle’= beyond life; the Darkness of the Sacred Eye and the Cross= 0T=T Ankh.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘End’= beyond death; the Light of the Circle and the Cross= N.O.X.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Being – Going- Returning= The formula of I.A.O. (also A.U.G.M.N.) see Magick in Theory and Practice by Aleister Crowley.
Baphomet= Union of opposites.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Devil in Tarot= Androgony/bisexuality.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Hod, reflection of Binah, filtered through Chesed, (all Water elements) balanced between Hod and Netzach (Intellect/Emotion or Science/Art).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction read the Paris Working – ‘De Mercurio’ and Liber VII, chapter V, also the Vision and the Voice, Aethyr 30.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
IX
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
DESIRE IN DARKNESS
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
The sephira in relation to this chapter is Yesod (the moon). The God is Therion (Beast) and the Magical grade is Zelator 2=9.
The Paths joining are Art XIV, Emperor IV, Sun XIX, Universe XXI.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
She is Babalon, the Scarlet Woman, the concubine of the Beast (Therion).
Death has impressed the vision of Her upon Sudanenka, and distorted Her.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Moved ‘not’= Nuit.
Tongue unfamiliar= the language of the moon (see the invocation of the infernal adorations of Oai in Liber LXVI Stellae Rubeae).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Serpent.
2nd Coin (pantacle) – mouth (Pe).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Old and ugly – witchcraft, the old crone, the sterile, dark mother; in the Tarot XVIII the Moon – ‘Vision of Sorrow’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
AMA (no Yod/Phallus, so is not AIMA) see Magick.
She is an aspect of Binah –
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men’.
A.L.I.15
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight’.
A.L.I.16
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction with this read the Vision and the Voice, Aethyrs 11 and 15. Also Liber VII, chapter VI.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
X</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
CLOSING OF THE VEIL </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Malkuth is the sephira in this chapter and the God is Ankh-Af-Na-Khonsu. The Planet is Earth (Assiah, the material world) and the Magical grade is Neophyte 1=10.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paths joining are Aeon XX, Universe XXI, Moon XVIII.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
I am come
Into this darkness to attain the light:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">To gain my voice I make myself as dumb:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">That I may see I close my outer sight:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">So, I am here. My brows are bent in
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">prayer;
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I kneel already in the Gates of dawn;
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">And I am come, albeit unaware,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">To the deep sanctuary: my hope is drawn
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">From wells profounder than the very sea.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Into the very Presence of the Three
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">That Are beyond all Gods. And now I know
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">What spiritual Light is drawing me
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Up to its stooping splendour. I my soul
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Rush with my Rising. There, beyond the
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">goal,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Veil is rent!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Yes: let the veil be drawn.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
[Collected Works of Aleister Crowley vol I. 1905.
III The Holy Place – ‘The Neophyte’ from The
Temple of the Holy Ghost.]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In conjunction with this read the Vision and the Voice, Aethyrs 9 and 15.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">AT WASDALE</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>Sparking at moonlight, I tender tread
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Through distant avenues of the dead!
</em></span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This, my crag-root of desire;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My devil dance of destiny!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, shall I awaken and solemnly wear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This woven robe of landscape and devour
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The mossy saga and the pagan energy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where Diana, in strained Lancastrian
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unfolds her fruit and reclines, again.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Hinged by nook and boulder, blown
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By an endless goblin-cloaked darkness –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">England’s wild, wet shaggy beard...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My mind wandered into cosmology;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a memory once that you were here;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, my hermaphrodite, my Mercury!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Manifest! Move! Awake!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Amidst the untold horrors –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The veiled threshold; the secret door
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the ‘House of Ra and Tum,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of Kephra and of Ahathoor...’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And so in silence I surrendered </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And worshiped the elements that haunts </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
This bog-crusted splendour,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>‘While o’er the shrinking dale
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>The insatiable gale
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Roars with unconquered and impassive might.’</em>*
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A figure appears in the gloom, the salt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of your body came through –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hail, Priest of the Phallus; my Prometheus;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Warrior of Priapic tempests, stirred
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By this intimacy of darkness, dealt
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By strange seduction and words sublime
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That echoes through my heart’s decline...
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
A mad moon lies over Wastwater,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">cafell, Lingmell and Great End;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lightbeams are descending Great Gable
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To the wild roar of enchantment, I find
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Magic remains – Your scent is here!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Knuckled into crevice, the physical realm
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yields to the spirit of the mountain again!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>‘Clad in sparse robes of white
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>The mountain beckons Night.’</em>*
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Sleeping beneath the white-shrouded summit,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The little tent dreams death away,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond the moon-rush of insanity
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In a widdershins spiral kiss of Thoth;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Your commanding voice, like music
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where flowers forever bend dream-wards
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By ceaseless wind and star!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But morning brought clarity, and the view
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of sister peaks, peering down
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the little valley, immersed and steeped
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In spellcraft, sensuality and you!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
My God, how I breathe in your essence;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">How I secrete myself to your portal flame!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And I whispered:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am following your footsteps, knowing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The pathways of your thoughts, again!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Ascending the Pike a veil of mist
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Swirls as incense on a sacred altar –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Odoriferous offerings to summon the dead
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose features burst upon the senses
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like nakedness to the eye of adolescence.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
We picked our way amongst the cairns that
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lie like scabs on an old man’s back:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is no forgiveness here, I thought,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only nature, drained from the mundane –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>You are near! You are near!</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And impurities are purged by a sacred flame.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Mountain God, feel this anger
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Forged by fear! Know this insatiable ache;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This despair! Know my naked soul – Appear!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And by equal measure of wind and muscle
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We reach the summit, charged by something
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond the circumference of what we are;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A magic and Light, known and Divine –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>You are here! You are here!</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O Prophet of the Lovely Star!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Consume me – on the mountain shrine
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of this old ecstasy – Magus mine!
</span></div>
<br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div align="right">
<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>Barry Van-Asten</em></span></div>
<br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">*A Spring Snowstorm in Wastdale, from ‘Songs of the Spirit’ by Aleister Crowley. 1898. [see the Collected Works volume I]</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE KISS</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">by Mary d’Liverus</span></em></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
Lady, let me taste thy ______;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let me rest there, triumphant!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Let me sip the soup of wilderness
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That flowers voluptuous beneath thy dress.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
And there, with lips aflame, I’ll go
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And part those sweet-scented lips below,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where lust hungers and desires a kiss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From nether-worlds, the glory of thy _____!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
O joy to me – what name is this
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Dark craving of my sorrow? No less
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WORD THOUGHT
ACTION<br />
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<i>I have not said the dreaded word yet, but then I have not spoken much!</i><br />
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Sunday 3rd December. LBR. It appears I am unable (almost) to say the forbidden
word, for it is constantly on my mind – the sore throat I have seems to act as
a reminder and I am unable to swallow. Magick – Formula of Tetragrammaton
5.00-8.15 p.m.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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fear of the punishment. After every sentence spoken I naturally go through what
has been said in search of the damned ‘word’, even in writing etc. The small
verse above, originally suggested ‘and high vigilance’, but as my hand wrote
the lines, although ‘and’ was in my mind – ‘a high vigilance’ is what my hand
wrote.<br />
9.50 p.m. word spoken. Punishment [arm].<br />
10.00 p.m. word spoken. Punishment [Stomach].<br />
Monday 5th December. LBR. 12.45 a.m. word spoken. Punishment. Again at 12.58
a.m. [word spoken twice]. Punished twice.<br />
01.52. a.m. The wretch bore his soul in tears. I had done well until 09.50 p.m.
earlier – I was desperately afraid of the punishment! Crowley was cremated on
this day in 1947. My throat is still sore. Reading Magick – Tetragrammaton. No
word all day apart from those before bed after midnight!<br />
Tuesday 6th December. LBR. 01.15 a.m. said the dreaded word. Punishment [right
hip].<br />
02.40 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H.<br />
1.00 p.m. word spoken. Punishment [stomach].<br />
9.45 p.m. possibly said the word, unsure, punished myself anyway [chest].<br />
Wednesday 7th December. LBR. 02.00 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. (active form) – 02.10
a.m. then 02.10-02.15 a.m. (passive form). No word all day!<br />
Thursday 8th December. LBR. No word all day!<br />
Friday 9th December. LBR. 02.20 a.m. I felt so close, as if I had singled the
thought out and contained it, and then made it into an object! No word all day!<br />
Saturday 10th December. LBR. 02.00 a.m. formula: Abra Had Abra –<br />
Ab the Father (Hadit)<br />
Ra (Solar)<br />
Aleph= key letter<br />
(Abraxas – Ab Ra) <br />
Babalon - AL<br />
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Pre 1904:<br />
I.A.O<br />
AUM<br />
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Post 1904:<br />
VIAOV [FIAOF]<br />
AUMGN<br />
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No word all day! Thinking about the second week of Jugorum. Midnight: the first
week [word] of Jugorum has ended and the second week [thought] begins. I will
refrain from thinking of a person known to me. I will use the mantra: A.M.P.H.
(or Tatwa) and the sign of the Enterer with H.P.K., to banish the forbidden
person from my consciousness.<br />
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Results for week one – ‘word’.<br />
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Sun Mon
Tue
Wed Thursday Fri Sat<br />
<br />
9.50 p.m. 12.45 a.m. 1.00 p.m. <br />
10.00 p.m. 12.58 a.m. 9.45 p.m.<br />
12.58 a.m.<br />
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II
IV
II
O O O O<br />
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Total= 8.<br />
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Sunday 11th December. LBR. 02.00 a.m. I had to resort to the mantra: A.M.P.H. a
few time to rid a certain forbidden person from my consciousness, which was
successful. Punishment will result if I fail to banish. Astral in the scarlet
robe. I continued with ‘breaks’.<br />
Monday 12th December. LBR. 02.47 a.m. As soon as the forbidden enters it is
banished automatically on remembering my oath, followed by the LBR and the
mantra: A.M.P.H.<br />
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Concerning Jugorum and my Oath:<br />
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I
Word II
Thought
III Action<br />
<br />
Ra-Hoor_Khuit Hoor-Par-Kraat =
Manifestation<br />
Nuit<br />
<br />
=
Speech
= Silence<br />
<br />
(Active) (Passive)<br />
Heru-Ra-Ha<br />
Horus<br />
AGAPE
– LOVE= 93<br />
THELEMA
– WILL= 93<br />
<i>Love
under will</i><br />
<br />
Nuit – Isis (Nu)
female La
– Not (31) AL – The/God (31)<br />
Hadit – Osiris (Had)
Male ShT
(31) Fire (Sh) Force (T)<br />
R.H.K. – Horus
(H.R.H.)
=LAShTAL= 93<br />
2 sexes in one.<br />
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I – The
Void II
– The
Pyramid III
– The Summit<br />
<br />
The
Circle The
Triangle Triangle
point on the <br />
Circle
axis<br />
G.D. S.S.
A.A.<br />
<br />
Dominus
Babe of Mount<br />
Liminus
the Abyss Abiegni<br />
[death/ Daath]<br />
<br />
= Initiation Resurrection<br />
GOD<br />
<br />
I
[ISIS] A
[APOPHIS]
O (OSIRIS)<br />
<br />
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Tuesday 13th December. LBR. 02.00 a.m. Enter the Temple. Purification [Water],
Consecration [Fire]. Invocation of Air Pentagram. Astral rising on the planes.
The edge of the torn veil. The Pentagram became an adept, glowing white with
arms stretched out as in the Tau (cross). End at 02.30 a.m. Breaks continue.<br />
11.40 p.m. (a) ‘In the beginning was the word’ – The Gospel according to St
John.<br />
(b) Thought – contemplation (silence): the wilderness, temptation to stray etc.<br />
(c) ‘word made flesh’ – Action (matter): Man.<br />
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Wednesday 14th December. LBR. I attempted to fix the sun and the moon conjoined
in my Ajna but was unable to pin it down!<br />
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Thought: Word: Action:<br />
Unicorn Horse Ox<br />
Parzival Harpocrates Bacchus<br />
La – not
‘being’ AL
– The/God Set
[Sh/Fire – T/Force]<br />
Ain
‘being’ <br />
31 31 31
=93 AGAPE<br />
Nought of
thought LAShTAL THELEMA<br />
LAShTAL<br />
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Thursday 15th December. LBR. 01.50 a.m. I formulated my will into an apparatus
and thrust it to the quarters. Thought has been quite strange; the first two to
three days were not difficult but ‘manifest’ and banishing worked successfully.
The following days have been empty of the forbidden thought and so no
punishment has been necessary. Also I have noticed since taking the grade of
Neophyte I have lost all forms of good luck. I used to be considered a ‘lucky’
person and successful with games of ‘chance’ but now, not at all. As if the
‘lust of result’ is to be avoided and has become instinctive, whether I like it
or not!<br />
Friday 16th December. LBR. Thought – very bad and had to punish [left arm].<br />
<br />
VOID
PYRAMID
SUMMIT<br />
(Negative)
Binah Kether
(Abiegni)<br />
Ain<br />
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Saturday 17th December. LBR. 01.45 a.m. Dharana on tip of nose. Successful.
Solar Current xvii days. The Book of Lies. Midnight: Thought ends and third
week of Jugorum [Action] begins. I will refrain from crossing my legs.<br />
Sunday 18th December. LBR. <br />
12.50 p.m. Punished [stomach].<br />
1.10 p.m. Punished [hip].<br />
1.15 p.m. Punished [left arm] It will be a difficult week!<br />
4.30 p.m. Punished [stomach]<br />
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FABRIC= The Son is a Fool to Juggle with the Sun on his Secret chariot!<br />
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The Oath fills my mind, yet:<br />
Monday 19th December. LBR. <br />
12.13 a.m. Punished [left arm].<br />
4.35 p.m. Punished [left arm].<br />
Tuesday 20th December. LBR. <br />
12.35 a.m. Punished [left arm].<br />
12.40 a.m. Punished [stomach].<br />
12.45 Punished [left arm].<br />
7.15 p.m. Punished [left arm].<br />
Wednesday 21st December. LBR. Winter Solstice. <br />
12.45 a.m. Punished [stomach].<br />
7.35 p.m. Punished [right arm].<br />
Thursday 22nd December. LBR. <br />
12.40 a.m. Punished [stomach].<br />
3.07 p.m. Almost did forbidden action but remembered my oath.<br />
End of recorded breaks (see table of results). Solar Current xxii days.<br />
Friday 23rd December. LBR. No Punishment today.<br />
Saturday 24th December. LBR. The end of the oath concerning Liber Jugorum. No
Punishment today.<br />
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Results for third week (Action):<br />
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Sun Mon Tue Wed Thursday
Fri Sat<br />
4
1
4
2 1
O O<br />
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Total= 12.<br />
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Sunday 25th December. LBR. A disturbing day! Full of doubts.<br />
Monday 26th December. LBR. Solar Current xxvi days. <br />
Wednesday 28th December. LBR. 02.10 a.m. I entered the Temple robed in scarlet.
Pentagram in astral body with rising on the planes. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Used the
God-form of H.P.K.<br />
Friday 30th December. LBR. 01.55 a.m. The brute summoned tears at the thought
of the forbidden person. Sore throat still bad. <br />
Saturday 31st December. LBR. I saw a black panther rising from the mud and its
phallus was extended, like a shiny worm.<br />
8.05 p.m. Hell was let loose! No sense of time – the ‘wanderer in the waste!’ I
was found and returned sometime after midnight!<br />
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Sunday 1st January 1995. LBR. Feeling very ill today. Emotionally bad. I
immersed myself in painting.<br />
Tuesday 3rd January. LBR. Still very ill. I had to rise at 05.30 a.m. and the
temperature was minus three degrees. Solar Current xxxiv days.<br />
Friday 6th January. LBR. I hurt my arm. I seem to be physically destroyed.<br />
Saturday 7th January. LBR. I attempted asana and Chakras at 02.10 a.m.<br />
Tuesday 10th January. LBR. My arm is still very painful. I attempted astral
with mantra: A.M.P.H. – I am wasting my time! It is too soon!<br />
Saturday 14th January. LBR. 10.00 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Friday 20th January. LBR. This dry period is passing and a fire is beginning to
glow!<br />
Saturday 21st January. LBR. 02.15 a.m. mantra: A.M.P.H. and Dharana on R.C.
[Rosy Cross].<br />
Sunday 22nd January. LBR. Astral form quite good.<br />
Thursday 26th January. LBR. 5.15 p.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Saturday 4th February. LBR. 07.50 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Wednesday 8th February. LBR. Rise 05.55 a.m. I had to go to hospital for
surgery. Later Hell broke loose again! I do not perform the LBR after this date
as I am physically too weak and unable to walk. I immerse myself in
Shakespeare.<br />
Tuesday 14th February. LBR begin again but not daily. Emotionally bad.<br />
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Friday 24th February. LBR now begins daily. 6.30 p.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Wednesday 1st March. LBR. I received a direct sign concerning the Great Work in
the form of Crowley’s Tarot: Thoth!<br />
Thursday 2nd March. LBR. 02.12 a.m. Astral form. Mantra: THERION (very good).<br />
Friday 3rd March. LBR. 09.10 a.m. ‘The Celebration’. 09.55 a.m. Eucharistos.
The beginning of the end in Magick – the Vision concerning the ‘Queen of the
East’ (as received on Sunday 16th October 1994) is born! LBR continues,
unenthusiastically until Friday 19th March and performed for the last time on
Saturday 20th March at 02.15 a.m. and the Great Work is abandoned on that day!<br />
Monday 6th March. 08.00 a.m. Fabric – ‘Terrifying!’ There was sunlight and the
curtains slowly closed by their selves and all was darkness! I leant over to
open them and I was seized around the neck by some ‘entity’. I was paralysed,
no limbs or any muscle could I move! Only my brain still functioned. It was
difficult to breathe and I declared: ‘If it is thy will, take me!’ I am but a
miniscule speck in the cosmos – perhaps this is the elusive Samadhi? I came
back to the physical to find myself actually attempting to choke myself with my
hands around my neck! A very frightening experience!<br />
Tuesday 14th March. LBR. 09.35 a.m. Eucharistos. All is forsaken! <br />
Thursday 23rd March. 07.55 Eucharistos. An attempt at reviving my flagging
interest. LBR done early in mornings in the astral form but enthusiasm is
lacking.<br />
Friday 7th April. 11.25 a.m. Eucharistos. LBR etc.<br />
Saturday 8th April. Liber Legis part I.<br />
Sunday 9th April. Liber Legis part II.<br />
Monday 10th April. Liber Legis part III.<br />
Tuesday 11th April. Fabric vision again, the same as Monday 6th March,
frightening but without physical choking. LVX very strong. I saw an old woman
opening a door to a courtyard.<br />
Friday 14th April. Confused! Tearful! Emotionally bad! Torn by love and the
O=O. LBR continues daily in the astral form.<br />
Saturday 15th April. Magick has been almost completely removed from me, and I
feel no loss! It is as if something has presented itself to me in the form of a
person [Queen of the East] and those ‘secret chiefs’ have decided I am to
experience more of the world before I can continue with the Great Work. I took
my mind from it and on Tuesday 18th April I threw myself into learning to play
the piano and learning Russian!<br />
Thursday 20th April 1995 e.v. LBR performed for the last time at 02.15 a.m. and
the Great Work is abandoned! (1)<br />
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Subject Time End Duration
Breaks<br />
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26.11.94 08.25 a.m.
Prithivi 08.35 a.m. 10 mins
8<br />
Tatwa<br />
27.11.94 08.10 a.m. Akasa
08.25 a.m. 10 mins
7<br />
Tatwa<br />
29.11.94 08.00 a.m. R.C.
08.10 a.m. 10 mins
5 <br />
01.12.94 08.25 a.m. Teja
08.35 a.m. 10
mins
7<br />
Tatwa<br />
02.12.94 08.10 a.m. Apas
08.20 a.m. 10
mins 5
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Tatwa
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03.12.94 08.00
a.m. Vayu
08.10 a.m. 10
mins
5<br />
Tatwa<br />
04.12.94 08.15 a.m. R.C.
08.25 a.m. 10 mins
6<br />
06.12.94 08.40 a.m. Prithivi
08.50 a.m. 10 mins
6<br />
Tatwa<br />
09.12.94 08.43 a.m. R.C.
08.58 a.m. 15 mins
5<br />
11.12.94 08.53 a.m. Star
09.00 a.m. 7 mins
5<br />
13.12.94 08.45 a.m. Air of
08.57 a.m. 12 mins
1<br />
Earth<br />
14.12.94 08.30 a.m. Ether of 08.40 a.m.
10 mins
2<br />
Fire<br />
15.12.94 08.15 a.m. Sun/Moon 08.25 a.m. 10 mins
4<br />
Conjoined<br />
16.12.94 08.00 a.m. Water of 08.10 a.m.
10
mins 6<br />
Earth<br />
17.12.94 08.00 a.m. Fire of
08.07 a.m. 7
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2<br />
Air<br />
22.12.94 08.05 a.m.
Pistons 08.15 a.m. 10 mins
5<br />
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*<i>A ‘Break’ is a wandering of thought during meditation, especially when the
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1. It was later discovered that there was an imbalance within my nature and I
was not allowed to proceed further with the Great Work until this was
addressed. And so the decision was made for me. I was presented with the
reality of my vision concerning ‘the Queen of the East’ and I embraced the
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In the same year I suffered great loss at the death of a loved one and still I
was not allowed to return to the Great Work! I left everything that was
familiar to me and moved to London where I studied on a degree course. It would
be five years before the imbalance would be corrected and I was again, by
subtle means, enticed back to the Great Work by those Secret Chiefs!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">REVIEWS BY BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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Commentaries on the Holy Books and other papers, being The Equinox, volume four, number one.</strong> </span><br />
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This volume contains many interesting papers by the magician Aleister Crowley, referring to the Holy Books of Thelema, a set of inspired poetic texts or ‘divine scriptures’, depending on your point of view, received in 1907 and 1911. Within this book is Crowley’s excellent essay ‘Occultism’, a forward-thinking explanation of the subject. There is also ‘One Star in Sight’ a glimpse of the structure and system of the Great White Brotherhood; Liber XXXIII an Account of A.A.; Liber XIII vel Graduum Montis Abiegni; Liber CLXXXV, which describes the tasks and the oaths of the magical grades; Liber Vesta; Liber DCLXXI vel Pyramidos; Liber VIII, an invocation of the Augoeides; Liber Cordis Cincti serpent vel LXV; Liber LXXI – ‘The Voice of Silence’, ‘The Two Paths’ and ‘The Seven Portals’, being Crowley’s commentaries on the above works by Helena Blavatsky. There are also the shorter commentaries to the Holy Books of Thelema. In fact, the book aids the aspirant in the attainment of the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and the grade of Adeptus Minor; this is therefore an important publication to magicians everywhere! </span><br />
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<strong>The Vision and the Voice with commentary and other papers, being The Equinox, volume four, number two.</strong> </span><br />
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Liber CDXVIII The Vision and the Voice is a detailed exploration of the thirty aethyrs from the Enochian system of magic as discovered and developed by Dr. John Dee and Edward Kelly. Aleister Crowley began investigating the aethyrs in Mexico in 1900, and then in Algeria during 1909 with Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940). Within these recorded visions is the important magical ordeal of ‘Crossing the Abyss’ and the attainment of the grade of Magister Templi [Master of the Temple]. Also included in the book is Liber CCCXXV The Bartzabel Working, a ritual evocation of the spirit of Mars performed in 1910; Liber LX The Ab-Ul-Diz Working, a discourse with an intelligence in 1911 which led to the writing of the inspirational ‘Book 4’. Liber CDXV The Paris Working, sex magick performed in 1914 with his magical assistant, the poet, Victor Neuburg (Frater Omnia Vincam or Lampada Tradam). Also included are Crowley’s fragmentary diaries for 1909 and 1910, together with detailed editorial notes and a full index. In fact, the book contains a wealth of new and invaluable material to any aspiring magician!
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<strong>The Book of Lies – by Aleister Crowley.</strong> </span><br />
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First published in 1913, ‘The Book of Lies which is also falsely called Breaks the wanderings or falsifications of the one thought of Frater Perdurabo (Crowley) which thought is itself untrue’, is a collection of paradoxes and aphorisms, consisting of ninety-three chapters of various lengths, concerning the Qabalistic signifigance of each number. For example, chapter 36 ‘The Star Sapphire’ gives a revised and ‘perfect’ ritual of the Hexagram, 36 being the square of 6; and chapter 77 refers to Laylah, whose numerical value in Hebrew is 77, and so on. Each chapter has a commentary to help understand the veiled symbolism and obscure allusions behind each numerical interpretation. There are puns, play upon words revealing secret ‘esoteric’ knowledge; double and even triple meanings connected in combinations that will outrage, baffle and thoroughly perplex the reader beyond belief, but all of a sudden, through diligent work and understanding, its subtle beauty is revealed! Remarkable!
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<strong>The Magical Diaries of Aleister Crowley: Tunisia 1923 – Edited by Stephen Skinner.</strong> </span><br />
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The Magical Diaries present us with a warts and all glimpse into the daily life of Aleister Crowley during the year 1923; a year in which Crowley had been banished from his Abbey of Thelema in Cefalu, Sicily, by order of Mussolini. These diaries record in detail the ‘Great Beast’s’ magical workings and the influences and results obtained. He writes down his thoughts on the Book of the Law and its commentaries; his use of drugs to achieve altered states of consciousness and his investigations into the practice of sex magick; also his use of the I Ching for general divination purposes. In fact, the diaries reveal a very ‘human’ individual with doubts thrown into self-analysis and unsure of his next move; a man subjected to constant ill health that isn’t afraid to laugh at himself and his failings. But, through all of this personal introspection we see a man dedicated towards his spiritual journey and tirelessly working towards its conclusion. Fascinating! </span><br />
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<strong>New Aeon Magick: Thelema without Tears – by Gerald del <span style="color: black;">Campo</span>.</strong> </span><br />
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New Aeon Magick is a very unique and useful book to both beginners and experienced practitioners of Thelemic Magick. Written in a simple to understand manner, it tackles such important subjects as: ‘What is Qabalah and how is it used within a magical context?’, ‘What is Magick?’, ‘How do Thelemic Gods and Goddesses differ from established perceptions of God forms?’, ‘How does one obtain or make one’s magical tools?’ With the emphasis on ‘practice’ rather than theory, New Aeon Magick looks at the Great Work in relation to everyday life, with chapters on: ‘The Philosophy of True Will’, ‘Courage’, ‘Love’, ‘Silence’, ‘Death’, ‘Meditation’, ‘Magical Ritual and Formulae’, and much more. I would highly recommend this book purely on the fact that there is not enough good ‘insightful’ books on Thelema and also because it is a very good general guide on magick which can be used in daily practices.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;">By BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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PART FIVE
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THE ELUSIVE SINGING BUTTERFLY
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It was early the next morning when Pegamina awoke to the shafts of sunlight entering through the windows, giving the room an other-worldly glow. As the last curtains of sleep fell from her eyes, she sat up and looked about her – there was the music box, still on the bookcase, and there were her shoes on top of the shelf by the fire. But how awful the room seemed in the sunlight, its decay unmasked for all to see! Could there ever have been joy here? Across the room great chains of cobwebs fell and everywhere that Pegamina looked there was a thick carpet of dust eager to blot out every reminder that this room had once known life. Yet nothing could live here now; this is a dead room! How very different it all seemed the night before. ‘The darkness does hide the things one doesn’t want to see’ thought Pegamina as she sat by the window, looking at the wild green landscape stretching out beyond the yew trees that had been so frightening in the darkness. Now everything was calm and still, yet Pegamina felt confused: ‘had it all been a dream?’ she thought. And not wishing to stay any longer, she hurried from its dim walls and depressing air, out into the sunshine – ‘Let it keep its secrets’ she whispered to herself.
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<span style="color: black;">She had walked for most of the morning and was beginning to feel rather hungry. As she turned a bend in the lane, she noticed a large stone monument in the middle of the crossroads. It didn’t seem to be of anything in particular, just an ordinary stone column with some words written upon it. Pegamina walked towards the column and read the words out aloud: ‘In memory of a thin man’ and she read on:
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‘Here lies one, whose soul was meek,
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<span style="color: black;">He ate, but only once a week;
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<span style="color: black;">He grew so frail, he could not stand:
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<span style="color: black;">He weighed but fifty grains of sand.
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And if in life you should meet
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<span style="color: black;">A man so disinclined to eat:
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<span style="color: black;">Don’t cough, don’t sneeze, don’t say “Good Day!”
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<span style="color: black;">For you shall blow him quite away!’
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‘How strange’ thought Pegamina as she sat down against the stone column to rest a while;
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t do that!’ came a voice from somewhere.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t do what?’ replied Pegamina, jumping to her feet.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t pity poor thin man for he is dead – he left too many things in his heart unsaid!’ And just then, an odd-looking bird-like creature stepped from behind the column and introduced itself: </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I am the Don’t Don’t bird don’t you know and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance’ it said in a gruff voice, bowing so low that its nose touched the ground.
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<span style="color: black;">‘My name’s Pegamina, how do you do?’ she said a little nervously.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Exceedingly!’ was all that the Don’t Don’t bird replied.
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<span style="color: black;">Now, to give a description of the Don’t Don’t bird would take so long that by the time you’ve understood what it was in the end you would have completely forgotten what it was in the beginning, for it was such a fascinating and unusual bird in its appearance. But briefly, one could say that its head was of the exotic sort: too much beak and not enough eye! (I must mention here that the Don’t Don’t was somewhat disadvantaged in the eye department, in fact, he had decided at an early age that one eye is quite sufficient to see the world and to have two seemed positively greedy, so out came the eye!) its feathers were sometimes black and sometimes blue, for they seemed unable to agree on one colour. Its legs were long and thin and its feet were three sizes too big. And the whole ensemble was carelessly thrown into a pair of ancient golfing trousers and a red hunting jacket. And upon his back he carried a pink ruck-sack with a shotgun strapped across it. And all this could be seen pacing up and down before Pegamina, looking a little flustered.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What are you doing?’ asked Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m waiting’ replied the Don’t Don’t.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Waiting for what?’
‘Not what – whom!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then for whom are you waiting?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Peacock!’ said Don’t Don’t, almost singing it.
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina didn’t like to ask why he was waiting for the peacock, although she would have liked to have known. She sat down and feeling a little weak from being hungry, she said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t suppose you have something I could eat in your bag?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘You can’t eat in my bag but I have something in my bag that you can eat!’ returned the Don’t Don’t. And he reached into his ruck-sack and pulled out a big red apple and said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘You may take this apple with my compliments’ and he bowed once again, just as low.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Thank you, you are kind’ said Pegamina accepting the apple.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Tell me, why are you sitting at the monument; are you waiting for someone too?’ inquired the Don’t Don’t.
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<span style="color: black;">‘No, I’m only resting, you see, I have become quite lost and don’t know which road to take’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t take that one!’ said Don’t Don’t, pointing, ‘it goes nowhere, which is all very well if you want to go nowhere, but if you want to go somewhere, then I would take that road’ and he pointed once again. But Pegamina didn’t really understand where somewhere was and why it was better than nowhere, but she supposed it was better than here or anywhere.
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<span style="color: black;">As she sat eating the apple, she forgot all about the Don’t Don’t bird and thought only about her ghostly visitor the night before. Why was he occupying her thoughts so much? In her mind she saw how kind he had been to her and how very lonely he seemed in that crumbling time mill. She thought how, for the first time in her whole life she had looked into someone’s eyes and found more than pity for her own sorrows; more than the cruel thoughts that hurt so much and cannot be hidden by one’s eyes no matter how hard you try. It’s like the sunlight, she thought, pouring in at the windows of that dark and dreary house; nothing can escape the truth and one’s eyes are like the sunlight, for no deceit can be hidden away by them. But she didn’t want these feelings, there was no joy in them, only pain, for the truth was she had fallen in love with a ghost!
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<span style="color: black;">As she wiped a tear from her eye, the Don’t Don’t bird, who, between keeping his eye out for the peacock and observing the sad, sitting figure of Pegamina, suddenly said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t cry little one! It is only the butterfly fluttering in your heart!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What do you mean?’ said Pegamina, not understanding.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t you know of the elusive singing butterfly?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’ve never heard of it!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Dear me not heard of it!’ chimed the Don’t Don’t.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m afraid not. Will you tell me about it?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Well’ began the Don’t Don’t bird, ‘a long time ago, when there was time of course, there was a great falling out between the night moon and the day moon’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You mean there are two moons?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘There were, let me continue. Now, these moons, they had both fallen completely in love with a princess and her name was Caltrenia. She was so beautiful that all the young and handsome princes came to admire her beauty and ask for her hand in marriage. But the princess would never consent for she so very much liked having two moons fighting for her love that no mere prince could ever compete or be acceptable to her! Each night, she would sing from the highest window in the tower of the palace to the night moon and each morning she would play her harp to the day moon, for she could decide between them. But her father, the King, grew more and more unhappy, for the land was plentiful with prosperous and well-connected young princes, yet his daughter who despised all earthly riches, would have none for a husband! So the King sent word throughout the kingdom that whoever could rid the land of the day moon, that man, no matter his status or his finances, shall take the hand of his daughter in marriage. Well, as you can imagine, many tried and many failed and the King grew more and more anxious, until one day, a man named Myther, not so very handsome and not so very rich, came and put a spell over the day moon, transforming it into a beautiful butterfly!’</span><br />
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‘And what happened next?’ said Pegamina, entranced by the story.
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<span style="color: black;">‘The princess married the man, though she did not love him. She tried with all her heart, yet still she could find no affection for him. Then, one day, she ran away from her doting husband and away from her father’s kingdom, in search of the butterfly that sang so sweetly. She searched and she searched but no trace of the butterfly could she find and she grew very sad and very old until she was never heard of again!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What a terrible thing to fall in love! But tell me, has anyone ever seen this butterfly?’ said a tearful Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘No, it is elusive, but it can be heard, so I’m told, when one is deeply in love. Its soft, sonorous voice sings in the hearts of lovers. And I think it is singing in your heart!’
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina said nothing as she felt the tears come to her eyes once more.
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<span style="color: black;">‘There is a song about the butterfly that is well known here, would you like to hear it?’ said the Don’t Don’t bird.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, I would please’ Pegamina answered. And the Don’t Don’t bird began to sing: </span><br />
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‘O secret or symphony -
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<span style="color: black;">I know its heart too well;
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<span style="color: black;">Sweet sovereign of life's mystery,
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<span style="color: black;">Your silence cannot tell
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Will this love immense, never fade;
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<span style="color: black;">Could my heart but love you less?
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<span style="color: black;">I have seen your fiery wings displayed
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<span style="color: black;">To summer's silver light caress;
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<span style="color: black;">And blessed to live another day.
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I'll say I'll seek its beauty,
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<span style="color: black;">Through the long, lone summer,
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<span style="color: black;">Wherever its soft wings lie.
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<span style="color: black;">And passions fleeting in vain, will chase,
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<span style="color: black;">Though never mar nor seize its grace.
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Since then in my remembering
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<span style="color: black;">Where the frailness of the butterfly
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Pegamina wept. ‘Perhaps it does sing in my heart after all!’ she thought.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ah! Here’s Peacock now!’ shouted the Don’t Don’t bird. </span><br />
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‘Helloooo’ boomed the peacock, striding towards them with a refined air about it.
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<span style="color: black;">‘He’s a game old bird the Peacock, a positive enigma, I say a positive enigma to all who know him!’ whispered the Don’t Don’t bird in Pegamina’s ear.
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<span style="color: black;">Now, there was nothing unusual about the peacock except for a rather long scarf wrapped at least three dozen times its neck with the remaining ends continually getting under his feet and tripping him over. On his head he wore a top hat that was much too large for him and so he was forever pushing the brim up from out of his eyes. And on his back he carried an over-stuffed ruck-sack!
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<span style="color: black;">‘Up to no good I see Don’t Don’t! And what have we here?’ said Peacock, waving a wing in the general direction of Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘This is my new acquaintance dear Peacock, her name is Pegamina and she has the butterfly within her!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ahhh, so young and so foolish! Pleased to meet you!’ Peacock said, shaking her hand but looking at the Don’t Don’t bird.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m very pleased to know you’ she said, curtsying for he did look so distinguished.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Are you indeed? Then I’m sure we shall get on just fine, eh Don’t Don’t?’ and they both laughed, and Pegamina, not wishing to seem rude and unfriendly, laughed too.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Well are we all ready?’ the peacock said in a theatrical manner.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">'We</span> are so ready Peacock that there is a danger of expiring from over-readiness!’ chuckled the Don’t Don’t.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ahh I see we’re in fine jest Don’t Don’t; one needs to laugh when one is so incredibly laughable!’ and they both laughed.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ready for what?’ inquired Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘For the hunt! My dear, for the hunt!’ answered the peacock, emphasising the word ‘hunt’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But what are you hunting?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know... what are we hunting Peacock?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ahhh who knows when the sweet hunt is upon us!’ the peacock answered displaying a grand sweeping gesture with his wing and again emphasising the word ‘hunt’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘We may begin by shooting at the Lily, that’s always good sport! Or maybe throwing stones at the weeping trout, or then again, we could make another attempt at cracking the shell on the back of the giant shouting snail’ Peacock said gleefully.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But why?’ said a shocked Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why?’ said the Don’t Don’t.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Whhhhy?’ said Peacock.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes why? That’s not very nice at all!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Nice’ said the Don’t Don’t.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Niiiice’ said the peacock. And he continued:
‘My dear, let me explain. We are sporting fowl. We hunt. It’s what we do’ he said, emphasising the word ‘hunt’ again.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I think it’s very cruel!’ Pegamina shouted angrily.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Cruel! Of course not’ said an astonished Peacock.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Of course not’ echoed the Don’t Don’t. ‘Besides, Peacock can fire away with both barrels all day long and still not hit a thing!’ Don’t Don’t whispered behind his wing.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I heard that!’ screeched Peacock, frowning.
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<span style="color: black;">‘And anyway’ continued Don’t Don’t ‘fishy likes stones thrown at it, it’s just like being tickled, only more fatal, you see. And as for the snail, well, its shell is un-crackable, but one must try, mustn’t one? It’s the love of the hunt!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Precisely Don’t Don’t, the love of the hunt!’ Peacock interjected, again emphasising the word ‘hunt’.</span><br />
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‘I know what’s right and I know what’s wrong, and this is definitely wrong!’ Pegamina shouted, stamping her foot.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Good for you!’ said the Don’t Don’t, nodding its head.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Good day to yoooou’ sang the peacock and the two sporting fowl went on their way, contemplating the day’s hunt as Peg took the road to ‘somewhere’, thinking what wickedness there is in even those who know beauty!
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, <span style="color: black;">Number 4.</span> <span style="color: black;">Spring Equinox.</span> An CX ☉<span style="color: black;"> in 29° Pisces, ☽ in 16° Scorpio.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thurs</span>day 2<span style="color: black;">0th </span><span style="color: black;">March </span>201<span style="color: black;">4 </span>e.v.
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All self concentred in the sole desire - </span></div>
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Hear thou the Voice of Fire!' </span></div>
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<em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em> </span></div>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. </span></div>
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Love is the law, love under will. </span></div>
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Volume 1, Number<span style="color: black;"> 4 of</span> the Voice of Fire is dedicated to <span style="color: black;">George Cecil Jones [1873-1960]</span> </span></div>
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CONTENTS</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> E</span><span style="color: black;">ditorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> George Cecil Jones</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A Brief Crowley Chronology</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Hymn to Astarte</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Augoeides</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> In Manu Regis</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Growth of God by Aleister Crowley</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Some Observations into the Thelemic Gematria</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Of Liber Al vel Legis. Part 2.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> The King Ghost </span><span style="color: black;">by Aleister Crowley</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Her Witchcraft
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<span style="color: black;"> Ol Sonuf Vaoresaji</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Pegamina part four</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">EDITORIAL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
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As we wrestle from the dark days of winter we celebrate the return of the sun to the bog lands and sodden flood plains of England. We welcome the joyous wonder of the return of spring and the fragile fluttering of new life. There is a strong sense of spiritual renewal and the potential for new growth: the day is lengthening and Love is ever present upon the horizon! But ‘there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well!’ [AL. I. 57] Real love is in essence an unconditional state in which there is no differing factor: ‘Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.’ [AL. I. 22]
We must love without the ego’s all-consuming passion for division and for creating preference and prejudice, without unbalanced attachment for where there is an over-active attachment there is also restriction. This is a destructive form of love. ‘There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse.’ [AL. I. 41]
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<span style="color: black;">But this ‘Love’ is not a condition which weakens the individual, as can be seen in Christianity which teaches its followers to embrace one’s enemies and to turn the other cheek. As Thelemites we have the right to conduct our lives according to our will and to thwart those who would seek to act directly, imposing their will upon us and thereby restricting our nature and existence. ‘Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.
Therefore strike hard & low and to hell with them, master!’ [AL. II. 59 & 60]
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<span style="color: black;">Love, therefore is the uniting of one thing to another, a complete conjoining of the ‘subject’ to the ‘object’ in order to experience that unity. It is what attracts and holds two individuals or ‘stars’ together, whose orbits have come close. When love ceases to exist, those stars usually drift apart. The manifestation of Love in the material expression of that emotion is the sexual union of two individuals; a merging of the creative force in the most wonderful sacred act and declaration between two ‘stars’ united by the energy (bond) of Love. So, may the sun shine and its glorious Light uplift our hearts and may we all become united in Love!
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Love is the law, love under will.
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The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc). Please send all submissions <span style="color: black;">to the editor at barryvanasten418@hotmail.com
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">GEORGE CECIL JONES</span>
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<span style="color: black;">George Cecil Jones, <span style="font-size: xx-small;">A.C.G.L.I.; F.I.C.; F.C.S.</span> played one of the most important parts in Crowley’s life, yet little is really known about him. Crowley says he was the son of a suicide and that he was Welsh. The former statement, I cannot confirm, but the latter is certainly not true! He was born George Cecil Jones, after his father, on Friday 10th January 1873, in Croydon, Surrey, England. He was educated from 1889-1893 at the City and Guilds of London Central Institute (A.C.G.L.I.); the Central Technical College in South Kensington and Birmingham University (1892) where he studied chemistry. In 1893 he became the assistant to Dr. F. W. Passmore, the consulting chemist at the London analytical chemists ‘Helbing and Passmore’. After eighteen months in this role, in late 1894, he worked at the Dowson Economic Gas and Power Company, in Basingstoke, Hampshire. At the time, Jones was living at Waterloo House, 58 Cliddesden Road in Basingstoke where he would live for the next seven years until 1901 when he is 28 and a 'chemical engineer'. Also in 1894, Jones became a Fellow of the Chemical Society (F.C.S.)
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<span style="color: black;">On Friday 12th July 1895, aged twenty-two, Jones became a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn at London’s Isis Urania Temple, taking the magical motto ‘Volo Noscere’ (I wish to know). In the following year he became a Fellow of the Institute of Chemistry (F.I.C.)
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 11th January 1897, the day following Jones’s twenty-fourth birthday, he was admitted to the Golden Dawn’s Inner Order, taking the grade of Adeptus Minor 5°=6□ and the magical name Frater D.D.S. In October of 1898 his fellow chemist and Golden Dawn member Julian Levett Baker (1873-1958) introduced a young Cambridge man by the name of Aleister Crowley to Jones, and Crowley says of Jones that he ‘possessed a fiery but unstable temper’ and that he ‘bore a striking resemblance to many conventional representations of Jesus Christ. His spirit was both ardent and subtle. He was very widely read in Magick; and being by profession an analytical chemist, was able to investigate the subject in a scientific spirit. As soon as I found that he really understood the matter I went down to Basingstoke, where he lived, and more or less sat in his pocket.’ [Confessions. P. 172] Baker and Jones taught Crowley the techniques of astral visions and Jones seeing his great potential as a magician, introduced Crowley to the Golden Dawn and likewise to Macgregor Mathers. It was inevitable that Crowley would join the illustrious Order and so he did on Friday 18th November 1898 at London’s Mark Mason’s Hall, Jones taking the part of Kerux at the ceremony.
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<span style="color: black;">Between late 1898 and late 1899 Crowley was living at his flat in Chancery Lane, London, and Jones would visit and they would practice magic together. ‘One night Jones and I went out to dinner. I noticed on leaving the white temple that the latch of its Yale lock had not caught. Accordingly, I pulled the door to and tested it. As we went out, we noticed semi-solid shadows on the stairs; the whole atmosphere was vibrating with the forces which we had been using. (We were trying to condense them into sensible images.) When we came back, nothing had been disturbed in the flat; but the temple door was wide open, the furniture disarranged and some of the symbols flung about in the room. We restored order and then observed that semi-materialized beings were marching around the main room in almost unending procession.’ [Confessions. P. 182]</span><span style="color: black;">
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley had asked his friend and fellow Golden Dawn member Frater Iehi Aour, Allan Bennett (1872-1923) to live at Chancery Lane and they practiced ceremonial magic together. Bennett was constantly suffering from ill health, physically weak from asthma. The ‘Confessions’ describe one episode in which magic was used to prolong the life of Greatly Honoured Frater Iehi Aour: ‘Jones and I had come to the conclusion that Allan would die unless he went to live in a warmer climate. However, he was penniless and we would not finance him for reasons given above. Instead, Jones and I evoked to visible appearance the Spirit Buer, of <em>The Goetia</em>, whose function is to heal the sick. We were partially successful; a helmeted head and the left leg being distinctly solid, though the rest of the figure was cloudy and vague. But the operation was in fact a success in the following manner. It is instructive to narrate this as showing the indirect and natural means by which the will attains its object.
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<span style="color: black;">I am constrained to a seeming digression. Many authors insist on the importance of absolute chastity in the aspirant. For some months I had been disregarding this injunction with a seductive siren whose husband was a colonel in India. Little by little I overcame my passion for her and we parted. She wrote to me frequently and tried to shake my resolution, but I stood firm. Shortly after the evocation of Buer, she wrote, begging me to call at her hotel. I cannot remember how it came into my mind to do what I did, but I went to see her. She begged me to come back to her and offered to do anything I wanted. I said to her, “You’re making a mess of your life by your selfishness. I will give you a chance to do an absolutely unfettered act. Give me a hundred pounds, I won’t tell you whom it’s for, except that it’s not for myself. I have private reasons for not using my own money in this matter. If you give me this, it must be without hoping or expecting anything in return.” She gave me the money – it paid Allan’s passage to Ceylon and saved to humanity one of the most valuable lives of our generation.’ [Confessions. P. 181-182]
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<span style="color: black;">In February 1900 Crowley asked Jones to join him at his Highland home, Boleskine House on the shore of Loch Ness, to assist Crowley during his performance of the Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage, but Jones was too busy and declined. The Sacred Magic was postponed due to the rebellion within the Golden Dawn. On Tuesday 3rd April 1900 Crowley was in London and he talked to his friends in the Golden Dawn about the rebels and what should be done. Jones, loyal to Mathers declared that there is no Golden Dawn without Mathers! Crowley was of much the same opinion and travelled back and forth to see Mathers in Paris. For further accounts concerning the ‘Battle of Blythe Road’ and the unfortunate outcome, see Crowley’s ‘Confessions’, ‘Liber LXI vel Causae’ Kaczynski’s ‘Perdurabo’ and ‘What you should know about the Golden Dawn’ by Israel Regardie (1985).
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 3rd June 1901Jones gave a talk at the Society of Chemical Industry on ‘The need for greater care in introducing Gas-Firing into small Gasworks’.
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<span style="color: black;">In 1902 Jones became the Managing Chemist at Free, Rodwell & Co. Ltd. Maltsters of Mistley in Essex. In December of 1902 Crowley dedicated his ‘Ahab’ to Jones.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley was planning to climb Kangchenjunga in 1905 and sometime before he left in May he wrote his will which read: ‘In case of my death, George Cecil Jones will carry out these instructions: Embalm the body. Dress it in white Tau robe with Abra-Melin red and gold tunic and girdle, and the Crown and Wand. Also the big red sword. Bury all magical jewels with me. A pastos and vault to be prepared for coffin and tomb; in shape as taught, but without and figuring. Use white stone. On the pastos write only Perdurabo. Let the vault be bricked up and concealed utterly from human sight nor let any memorial of its place be kept. In the vault place vellum editions of all my works, hermetically sealed up. The place shall be chosen by and known to George Cecil Jones alone. It shall be in ground consecrated by him. Aleister Crowley.’ [The Great Beast. John Symonds. Kangchenjunga, the Five Sacred Peaks.]
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<span style="color: black;">George Cecil Jones married Julian L. Baker’s sister Ethel Melinda Baker<span style="color: black;">* </span>in the spring of 1905 at Wandsworth. Ethel was born in 1875 at Camberwell, London. Also in 1905 Jones’s paper on the ‘Standardisation of Malt Analysis’ appeared in the Journal of the Institute of Brewing.
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<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 23rd June 1906, Jones visited Aleister Crowley and they discussed Crowley’s performance of the Abra-Melin Ritual (Augoeides). They talk all night and agree that Crowley is to take a ‘Great Retirement’ but is to remain close at hand for Jones to contact him. On Thursday 26th July 1906, Crowley goes to stay with Jones in Caulsdon, Surrey. The following day Crowley made his magical obligation re Augoeides with Jones in attendance. Two days later on Sunday 29th July they are discussing about the formation of a Magical Order (this of course would eventually become the A∴A∴). Crowley left for London on Monday 30th July.
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<span style="color: black;">Jones visits Crowley at Caulsdon on Saturday 22nd September (Crowley is staying at the Ashdown Park Hotel) and together they celebrate the Autumn Equinox. Jones revised the old Golden Dawn 0°=0□ Ritual and over the next few days they simplify and write out the ritual [see Liber 671 ‘Pyramidos’]
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<span style="color: black;">Also in 1906 George and Ethel Jones had a daughter named Eileen Cecil Jones, born at Mistley in Essex.
On Sunday 18th November 1906 Crowley dedicated the epilogue of his Collected Works to G. C. Jones:
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<span style="color: black;">‘MY DEAR ION, - I address you by the unfamiliar title in giving you a man self-damned, God knows how unjustly, as the author of the phrase, “I am not an appreciator of poetry, and I have no Keats,” these volumes. For the matter thereof is already in great part yours and and as such cannot be given. The rest I offer because it is hardly possible to close definitely, as I do now, a period of many years’ work, without reflecting upon that period as a whole. And, when I do so, I find you at the beginning like Ladas or Pheidippides of old, running – ready to run until you achieve the goal or your heart burst; but you are among a crowd. I join you. Eight years ago this day you, Hermes, led me blindfold to awake a chosen runner of the course. “In all my wanderings darkness your light shone before me though I knew it not.” To-day (one may almost hope, turning into the straight) you and I are alone. Terrible and joyous! We shall find companions at the End, at the banquet, lissom and cool and garlanded; companions with a Silver Star or maybe a Jewelled Eye mobile and uncertain – as if alive – on their foreheads. We shall be bidden to sit, and they will wreathe us with immortal flowers, and give us to drink of the seemly wine of Iacchus – well! but until then, unless my heart deceives me, no third shall appear to join us. Indeed, may two attain? It seems a thing impossible in nature. May it not be that – near as the resounding roar of the viewless spectators sounds to our dust-dimmed ears – there stands some awful oppose in the way, some fear or some seduction? Why do you grip that bar in your left hand? Does not this loin-cloth irk my limbs? We should have shaved our heads before the race – the curls are moist and heavy! Why did we cumber ourselves with sandals? Long ere now our feet would have grown hard. Well, if my heart bursts, it bursts; you must give these volumes to the young athletes, that they may learn wherefore I failed – wherefore it was given unto me to run thus far. For, if I have put nothing else therein, most surely that is there. </span><br />
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ALEISTER CROWLEY.’
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 10th December 1906, Jones in contact with the Secret Chiefs declares Crowley a Master of the Temple 8°=3□ inviting him to join the Third Order. Crowley had crossed the Abyss.
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<span style="color: black;">In 1907 Jones started his own consultancy practice, taking offices at 43-45 Great Tower Street, London. He would remain in this role at this address until he retired in 1939. Jones also found time in 1907 to help Crowley with the writing of his ‘777’.
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<span style="color: black;">On Friday 15th November 1907 Crowley visited Jones and Crowley proposed John Frederick Charles Fuller (1878-1966) as the third member to form the A∴A∴ and Jones agrees and so the Order of the A∴A∴ is born!
In 1908 ‘The Volumetric Determination of Reducing Sugars, Part II: the Limits of Accuracy of the Methods under standard conditions’ by Jones and Arthur R Ling appeared in ‘Analysis’. Also in the same year Jones’s ‘Note on the Determination of Extracts during Summer’ and his ‘Determination of Diastic Power by Lintner’s Method’ appeared in the Journal of the Institute of Brewing.
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<span style="color: black;">In 1909 he published with John H Jeffery ‘The Estimation of Iron by Parmanganate in Presence of Hydrochloric Acid’ which appeared in ‘Analyst’. He also contributed to ‘Allen’s Commercial Organic Analysis’ in 1909 with chapters on ‘Alcohols’ and ‘Wines and Potable Spirits’. In the 1913 edition he added ‘Non-Glucosidal Bitter Principles’.
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<span style="color: black;">In 1910 a son was born to the Jones family whom they named George Alan Jones. He was born in Lewisham and the family were living at 41D London Road, Forest Hill, Lewisham.
On Saturday 29th October 1910 an article appeared in The Looking Glass titled ‘An Amazing Sect’ which attacked Crowley and the A∴A∴ </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 26th November 1910 the third part to the article appeared, naming Jones and Allan Bennett (1872-1923) and hinting at unnatural associations with Crowley. Jones took The Looking Glass to court for libel and the case opened on Wednesday 26th April 1911 at the King’s Bench Division, London Law Courts. Jones does not call Crowley as a witness and neither does Crowley put himself forward and offer his assistance as Jones’s friend. The case ended the following day and the Jury sided in favour with The Looking Glass. Jones feels betrayed by Crowley and their friendship ends, as does Crowley’s friendship with J. F. C. Fuller [see ‘Jones vs The Looking Glass’]
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<span style="color: black;">Jones’s ‘Purchase of Fuel under Specifications’ appeared in the Journal of the Institute of Brewing in 1911 and little more is heard of Jones in the magical context. He settles down to family life and concentrates on his analytical chemical work.
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<span style="color: black;">He writes an article on ‘Vinegar’ published in ‘Technical Methods of Chemical Analysis’ v3 pt 1 by George Lung and Charles Alexander Keane, (Gurney and Jackson. London. 1914)
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<span style="color: black;">In 1915 ‘Analyst’ published his ‘Estimation of Methyl Alcohol in Presence of Ethyl Alcohol’. Also in the same year Jones published with Julian Levett Baker ‘Original gravity Tables, computed to hundredths of a degree, from the table attached to the Finance Act, 1914’.
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<span style="color: black;">John Symonds claimed in The Great Beast [The Persecution of the Thelemites] that Crowley meets fifty-one year old Jones and his friends in Paris on Saturday 17th May 1924. After Crowley had been ‘asked to leave’ his hotel at 50 Rue Vavin he sees ‘his old friend, George Cecil Jones, who had introduced him to the Golden Dawn, J. W. N. Sullivan, and an Argentine gentleman called Alexander Xul Zolar “who had been seeking me as a Master for some time”, unexpectedly turned up, more or less at the same time. While all four were sitting around a cafe table and taking turns at playing each other chess, Crowley bisected the base of an equilateral triangle with its apex towards the west, facing the moon, and posited: “Are not these the Three Holy Kings who have seen my Star in the West and come to worship me after my birth on May 1st?”
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<span style="color: black;">They had certainly brought offerings in the form of cash, food, and advice. “Jones offered nothing but instruction in the King’s Gambit. I beat him easily three times running. He had previously offered dinner but refused to worship me (in those actual words).”
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<span style="color: black;">George Cecil Jones <span style="color: black;">died on Sunday 30th October 1960, at <span style="color: black;">St </span>Helen's Hospital, Hastings, Sussex.</span> He was eighty-seven years old.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">* In the 1901 census Ethel Melinda Baker was living at Hendham Road, Wandsworth with her family. She is 26 years old and a 'student'. Other family members are: George L Baker, her father born 1844 in St Mary's, Newington and 57 years old, he is a banker's clerk; Bessie H Baker, her mother, born in 1845 in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, aged 56; brother Julian L Baker, born 1873 in St Gile's, Camberwell, aged 28 and an 'Analytical chemist' and her sister, Muriel A Baker, born in 1876 in St Gile's, Camberwell, 25 years old and a 'governess'.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">A BRIEF CROWLEY CHRONOLOGY</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By Barry Van-Asten
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1875
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Tuesday 12th October: Edward Alexander Crowley born at 30 Clarendon Square, Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, England, between 11 pm and midnight.
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Sunday 29th February: Birth of Grace Mary Elizabeth Crowley, sister to Edward who died only 5 hours after being born.
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Saturday 11th June: The Crowley family move to The Grange, Redhill in Surrey.
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<span style="color: black;">1885
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Young Edward transferred from St Leonard’s School to Ebor School, Cambridge.
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Young Crowley begins to write poetry.
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Saturday 5th March: Death of Edward’s father, Edward Crowley from cancer of the throat aged 43. Young Edward (Aleister) aged just 11 woke from a premonition of his father’s death. Shortly after, the Crowley family move from Redhill in Surrey to Thistle Grove (now Drayton Gardens), London.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley pursues his interest in climbing which began the previous year, mostly in Scotland.
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Spring: Crowley attends Malvern College, Worcestershire.
Lent, Summer and Christmas Terms: Attended Tonbridge School in Kent, staying at Ferox Hall.
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January to July: Attends Eastbourne College, East Sussex. He begins climbing Beachy Head and also climbs in Switzerland and Italy.
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<span style="color: black;">1895
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Crowley spends a lot of time climbing in Switzerland.
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<span style="color: black;">October: Attends Trinity College, Cambridge, having rooms at 16 St John’s Street.
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<span style="color: black;">1896
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Tuesday 31st December, the night of the full moon: Crowley is in Stockholm where he has his first mystical experience.
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<span style="color: black;">1897
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Moves into 35 Sidney Street, Cambridge.
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<span style="color: black;">October: Crowley meets Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (1872-1942). During the Christmas vacation Crowley travels to Amsterdam, St Petersburg and Berlin.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 23rd December: Crowley suffers a crisis of faith in Amsterdam.
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<span style="color: black;">1898
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January: Move into 14 Trinity Street, Cambridge.
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<span style="color: black;">March: He reads The Book of Black Magic and of Pacts by Arthur Edward Waite.
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<span style="color: black;">Easter vacation (April): At Wastdale Head with Pollitt, reading ‘Cloud Upon the Sanctuary’ by Karl von Eckharthausen. Crowley writes ‘Jezebel’ at Maidenhead and begins writing and self-publishing his own poetry: ‘Aceldama: a Place to Bury Strangers In’ (32 stanzas) and the erotic ‘White Stains’ and ‘The Tale of Archais’; ‘Songs of the Spirit’ ‘The Poem’; ‘Mysteries: Lyrical and Dramatical’ Crowley also leaves Cambridge without taking his degree.
July: Reads Kabbalah Denudata (The Kabbalah Unveiled) by Knorr von Rosenroth.
Summer: At the Cecil Hotel he writes ‘Jephthah’.
He meets: Gerald Festus Kelly, Oscar Eckenstein (April), Julian L. Baker [Frater D. A.] (August), George Cecil Jones [Frater Volo Noscere] (October), and S. L. MacGregor Mathers. </span><br />
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Thursday 18th November (evening): Crowley is initiated into The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn as a Neophyte O=O, taking the magical motto: Frater Perdurabo (I will endure to the end) at Mark Mason Hall, London. He reads ‘The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage’.
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<span style="color: black;">November and December: Crowley begins exercises in astral travelling with George Cecil Jones.
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<span style="color: black;">December: Crowley passes to the next grade of Zelator 1=10.
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<span style="color: black;">1899
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‘The Honourable Adulterers’ published.
‘Songs of the Spirit’ published.
‘The Poem’ published.
‘Jezebel’ published.
‘The Fatal Force’ written.
‘An Appeal to the American Republic’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">January: Meets Allan Bennett [Frater Iehi Aour] among members of the Golden Dawn.
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<span style="color: black;">January and February: Crowley passes the grades of Theoricus 2=9 and Practicus 3=8. He publishes ‘Jephthah and other mysteries’.
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<span style="color: black;">May: Crowley passes to the grade of Philosophus 4=7.
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<span style="color: black;">Spring/summer: meets the poet W B Yeats and shows him ‘Jephthah’ and ‘Mysteries’.
He also moves into rooms at 67 and 69 Chancery Lane, London taking the name Count Vladimir Svareff, where he is joined by fellow Golden Dawn magician Allan Bennett.
He purchases Boleskine House in Scotland for the sole purpose of performing the sacred magic of Abramelin; he moves in during November.
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<span style="color: black;">December: Crowley takes the Portal Grade after a compulsory wait of seven months.
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<span style="color: black;">1900
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‘Tannhauser: A Story for All Time’ written in Mexico.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 16th January: Crowley is admitted to the 2nd Order of the Golden Dawn and is initiated by Mathers into the grade of Adeptus Minor 5=6 taking the magical motto <span style="color: black;">Christeos Luciftias.</span> He applies to the Second Order in London for certain documents connected with his initiation in Paris, but he is refused.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 7th February: At Boleskine, intending to begin the magical operation of Abramelin.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 24th February: Crowley makes preparations for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin: The Oath of the Beginning.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 6th April: At 36 Blythe Road, London at the Isis Urania Temple (The Second Order Vault of the Adepts). </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">He is in Paris 9-13th April with </span><span style="color: black;">Mathers.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 17th April: At 36 Blythe Road with Elaine Simpson; they break into the Temple, taking possession and change the locks.
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<span style="color: black;">Allan Bennett travels to Ceylon where he becomes a Buddhist monk Bikkhu Ananda Metteya.
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<span style="color: black;">June: Crowley sails for the United States of America and reaches New York on Friday 6th July. He then travels on to Mexico.
In Mexico he writes ‘Tannhauser’ in just 67 hours and becomes an Adeptus Major 6=5.
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<span style="color: black;">1901
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‘The Soul of Osiris’ and ‘Carmen Saeculare’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">hursday 7th March: ‘The Mother’s Tragedy’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 3rd May: Crowley leaves San Francisco bound for Hawaii.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 9th May: Crowley met Mary Beaton [‘Alice’] in Honolulu and wrote ‘Alice an Adultery’ (50 sonnets, one sonnet for each day of their affair). They then go on to Japan. He travels to Ceylon and visits Allan Bennett.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 17th August: They travel to Kandy and rent a place together and Crowley studies Buddhism.
November: Travels to India.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th and Sunday 17th November: Writes ‘Ascension Day’ and ‘Pentecost’.
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<span style="color: black;">1902
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‘Ambrosii Magi Hortus Rosarum’ published.
‘Tannhauser: A Story for All Time’ printed.
‘The Three Characteristics’ written.
Began writing ‘The Argonauts’ and Book III of ‘Orpheus’.
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<span style="color: black;">January: Crowley is hunting in India.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 13th February: Crowley visits Allan Bennett in Burma.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 21st February: Writing ‘Ahab’.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 17th March: Writes ‘St Patrick’s Day’.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 18th March: Completed writing Book III of ‘Orpheus’.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 20th and Friday 21st March: Wrote ‘Berashith’ in India. Also writes ‘Crowleymas Day’ on Thursday 20th March.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 28th April: he leaves Srinagar to begin the climbing expedition to Chogo Ri (K2) in the Himalayas.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 4th October: Leaves India and goes to Cairo and then to Paris in November to meet MacGregor Mathers.
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<span style="color: black;">1903
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‘Alice, an Adultery’ published.
‘The Soldier and the Hunchback’ written.
‘The Psychology of Hashish’ written.
‘Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden’ published.
‘New Year’s Card’ published.
‘Berashith’ published.
‘Balzac’ published.
‘The Star and the Garter’ published.
‘Ahab’ published.
‘Summa Spes’ published.
‘The God-Eater: A Tragedy of Satire’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">July: Crowley at Boleskine in Scotland. He also completes his essay ‘The Initiated Interpretation of Ceremonial Magic’.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 11th August: Rose Edith Kelly tells Crowley of her plight.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 12th August: Rose and Crowley are married at Dingwall in Scotland. They go on to Paris, Marseilles and Naples.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 3rd November: The married couple arrive in Cairo and in December arrive in Ceylon.
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<span style="color: black;">Winter: Crowley completed the essay ‘Science and Buddhism’.
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<span style="color: black;">1904
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‘The Sword of Song’ published.
‘The Argonauts’ published.
‘In Residence: The Don’s Guide to Cambridge’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">January: Crowley writes ‘Why Jesus Wept’ in 2 days at Kandy with Rose on their honeymoon.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 7th January: Crowley writes ‘Rosa Mundi’ while Rose is suffering the effects of fever.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 28th January: Rose and Crowley journey from Colombo to Cairo, arriving on Tuesday 9th February.
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<span style="color: black;">Either Monday 14th or Wednesday 16th March: The couple move into a flat in Cairo and Crowley assumes the name Chioa Khan.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th March: Crowley performs the Preliminary Invocation of the Goetia for Rose’s amusement. The following day he invokes Thoth.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 18th March: Rose tells Crowley the correct way to invoke Horus.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 19th March: Writes and performs the Invocation of Horus.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 20th March: Crowley again performs the Invocation of Horus.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 8th April: Crowley receives the first chapter of the Book of the Law in Cairo from a discarnate entity known as Aiwass.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th April: Crowley receives the second chapter of the Book of the Law.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th April: Crowley receives the third and final chapter of the Book of the Law and claims the grade of Adeptus Major 6=5, taking the magical motto Ol Sonuf Vaoresagi.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 28th July: Birth of Crowley’s daughter Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebe Lilith Crowley at Boleskine in Scotland.
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<span style="color: black;">Spring/Summer: ‘The Book of the Goetia of Solomon the King’ – or ‘The Lesser Key of Solomon the King’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">1905
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‘The Collected Works’ volume I published.
‘Oracles: the Biography of an Art’ published.
‘Orpheus: a Lyrical Legend’ [2 volumes] published.
‘Rodin in Rime’ published.
‘Clouds Without Water’ written.
‘Rosa Mundi’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 8th August: Crowley left Darjeeling and the Kanchenjunga Expedition begins, with Dr. Jules Jacot Guillarmod, Charles Adolphe Reymond, Alexis Pache and Alcesti C. Rigo de Righi.
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<span style="color: black;">1906
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‘The Collected Works’ volume II published.
‘Gargoyles: Being Strangely Wrought Images of Life and Death’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 14th February: Begins Augoeides invocations.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 1st May: Death of Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebe Lilith Crowley of Typhus in Rangoon.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 9th October: Crowley completes Augoeides in China after 34 weeks of daily invocations, thus he had completed the Sacred Magic of Abramelin.
‘The Wake World’ written 1906-7.
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Birth of Lola Zaza Crowley at Paddington London.
‘The Collected Works’ volume III published.
‘Konx Om Pax: Essays in Light’ published.
‘The Star in the West’ (a critical analysis of Crowley’s collected poetry) by J F C Fuller published.
Crowley’s Magical Order known as the A.A. [Argenteum Astrum: Silver Star] founded.
‘Tien Tao’ probably written.
‘The Stone of the Philosophers’ probably written.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 22nd February: Crowley writes ‘The Synagogue of Satan’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 21st March: Rents 4th floor rooms of 60 Jermyn Street. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
April: ‘The Tell Tale Heart’ written.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 30th May: Takes oath of 8=3 but does not accept the grade until </span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">1909.</span> </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 21st July: Writes ‘La Gitana’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 19th October: Begins writing his novel ‘Ercildoune’ and finishes it on Wednesday 23rd October.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 29th October: Crowley receives ‘Liber Liberi Vel Lapidis Lazuli’ around 11 pm and written in 2.5 hours: the first of the ‘Holy Books’ to be received.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th October: Begins receiving ‘Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente’ in 5 chapters over four sessions.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd November: ‘Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente’ completed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 25th November: Receives ‘Liber Stellaee Rubeae’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 5th December: Receives segments of ‘Liber Arcanorum’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 12th December: Receives ‘Liber Porta Lucis’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 13th December: Receives ‘Liber Tau Vel Kabbalae’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 14th December: Receives ‘Liber Trigrammaton’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1908
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Amphora’ published. It is re-issued in 1912 as ‘Hail Mary’.
‘The Drug’ written.
‘Cancer: a Study in Nerves’ written in Venice.
‘At the Fork of the Roads’ probably written.
‘The Dream Circean’ written in Paris.
‘The World’s Tragedy’ written in Paris.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">February: Crowley writes the 5 books of ‘The World’s Tragedy’ in 5 days at Eastbourne.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">July: ‘Mr Todd: a Morality’ written in Paris.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 1st October: Crowley is in Paris and he begins his 2 week Magical Retirement ‘John St John’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 13th October: End of the Magical Retirement in Paris.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1909
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Crowley accepts the grade of Adeptus Exemptus 7=4 taking the magical motto OU MH.
‘Thelema’ [3 volumes] published.
‘777 vel Prolegamina’ published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">March: The Equinox volume I number I is printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 18th June: Victor Neuburg begins a ten day Magical Retirement at Boleskine, which will be his initiation as a Neophyte into the A.A.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 27th June: End of Neuburg’s Magical Retirement at Boleskine.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 28th June: At Boleskine Crowley finds the original manuscript of Liber Al which was thought lost.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">September: ‘Aha’ written.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 22nd September: The Equinox volume I number 2 issued.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 18th November: Crowley arrives in Algiers, North Africa with Victor Neuburg and begins exploring the Aethyrs by performing the Enochian Calls of Dr. John Dee [Vision and the Voice].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 24th November: Rose Divorces Crowley.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 3rd December: Crowley accepts the grade of Magister Templi [Master of the Temple] 8=3 taking the magical motto Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici (‘By the force of truth, I while living, have conquered the universe’) [V.V.V.V.V.] during the skrying of the 14th Aethyr.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 6th December: Crowley and Neuburg evoke Choronzon.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1910
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz’ [Bagh-i-muattar] published.
‘The Violinist’ written.
‘Rosa Decidua’ published.
‘Ambergris’ published.
‘The World’s Tragedy’ published in Paris.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
March: The Equinox volume I number 3 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 9th May: The Evocation of Bartzabel.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">September: The Equinox volume I number 4 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">October/November: Performs The Rites of Eleusis [Liber DCCCL] at London’s Caxton Hall:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 19th October: ‘The Rite of Saturn’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 26th October: ‘The Rite of Jupiter’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2nd November: The Rite of Mars’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 9th November: ‘The Rite of Sol’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th November: ‘The Rite of Venus’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 20th November: ‘The Rite of Luna’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
1911
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Across the Gulf’ written.
‘The Sevenfold Sacrament’ written.
‘The Woodcutter’ written.
‘His Secret Sin’ written.
‘The Ghouls’ written in Paris.
‘Adonis’ written in Paris.
‘Snowstorm: a Tragedy’ written in Eastbourne, probably during the spring.
‘Alexandra’ printed in Paris.
‘Elder Eel’ written in Paris.
‘Mortadello or The Angel of Venice: a Comedy’ written in Paris, probably in the summer.
‘The Blind Prophet: a Ballet’ written in Algeria and Marseilles.
‘The Scorpion: a Tragedy’ written in Algeria, probably in January.
‘His Majesty’s Fiddler: a Sketch’ written in Paris, probably during the summer.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">March: The Equinox volume I number 5 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">May: ‘Household Gods: a Comedy’ written in Italy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 10th August: ‘A Birthday’ (poem) written for Leila Waddell.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">September: The Equinox volume I number 6 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th September: Rose Crowley enters an asylum suffering from alcoholic dementia.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 11th October: Crowley meets Mary d’Este Sturges, a companion to Isadora Duncan.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Tuesday 21st November: Abuldiz communicates through Mary d’Est Sturges [Soror Virakam] concerning ‘Aba’ or Book 4. Thus begins the dialogue which continues until Tuesday 19th December known as the Abuldiz Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1912</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Book 4 (2 volumes) Part I: Mysticism’ published.
‘The Testament of Magdalen Blair’ written.
‘Mortadello’ published.
‘Energised Enthusiasm’ written.
‘The Winged Beetle’ published.
‘The High History of Good Sir Palamedes the Saracen Knight and of his following of the Questing Beast’ published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">March: The Equinox volume I number 7 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 21st April: Theodore Reuss appoints Crowley National Grand Master General Xth Degree of O.T.O. for Great Britain and Ireland.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">September: The Equinox volume I number 8 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1913
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Book 4 (2 volumes) Part II: Magick – Preliminary Remarks’ published.
‘The Book of Lies’ [Liber CCCXXXIII] is written and published.
‘Atlantis’ written in Moscow.
‘The Ship: a Mystery Play’ [Liber DCCC] written in Moscow during the summer.
‘The Hymn to Pan’ written in Moscow during the summer.
‘Ecclesiae Gnosticae Catholicae Canon Missae [The Gnostic Mass] written in Moscow during the summer.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">March: The Equinox volume I number 9 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">September: The Equinox volume I number 10 printed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 31st December: The Paris Working begins with Victor Neuburg [Frater Lampada Tradam].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1914
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Chicago May’ published.
‘Rex de Arte Regia’ [The King on the Royal Art] written record.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 24th February: End of the Paris Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">September/October: Writes ‘De Arte Magica’, ‘De Homunculo’, ‘De Natura Deorum’, ‘De Nuptiis Secretis Deorum cum Hominibus’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 24th October: Crowley leaves for the United States.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1915
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Crowley is employed by Viereck and works as Editor of The Fatherland and The International.
‘The Giant’s Thumb’ published.
‘The Mysterious Malady’ written in New York.
‘The Saviour: a Drama in One Act’ written in New York during the summer.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 3rd July: Crowley was seen to tear up his passport at a gathering at the foot of the Statue of Liberty.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 12th October: Crowley assumes the grade of Magus 9=2 taking the magical motto: To Mega Therion [The Great Beast].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1916
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Bald Man’ written.
‘Black and Silver’ written in New Hampshire.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 17th July: Crowley performed a ceremony at Evangeline Adams’ cottage on Lake Pasquaney, near Bristol, New Hampshire. [Liber LXX]. Grade of Magus attained.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23rd August: Crowley experienced the Star Sponge Vision.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">August to September: 8 stories written [6 published in The International] under the title ‘Golden Twigs’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1917
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘A Message of the Master Therion’ published.
Crowley’s mother Emily Bertha Crowley dies.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1918
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Spring: Amalantrah visions.
Writes ‘Liber Aleph’.
Writes ‘Tao Teh King’.
Writes ‘Not the Life and Adventures of Sir Roger Bloxam’.
‘The Message of the Master Therion’ revised edition published.
‘Law of Liberty’ published.
Meets Leah Hirsig [Alostrael].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">August: A Magical Retirement: The Hermit of Oesopus Island in which Crowley had visions of his previous incarnations.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 5th September: the climax of the Magical Retirement: Samadhi – A Vision of Jupiter.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1919
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Friday 21st March: The ‘Blue’ Equinox volume III number 1 is printed.
Crowley returns to England.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1920</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Friday 20th February: Birth of Crowley’s and Alostrael’s child Anne Lea (Poupee).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 1st April: Crowley arrives in Cefalu. The following day he finds a villa to rent which will become his Abbey of Thelema.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 22nd July: Crowley swore an oath of obedience to his Scarlet Woman Leah Hirsig: ‘she is to direct all action, taking the initiative throughout’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 26th July: Crowley consumed the Thelemic Host as prepared by Leah Hirsig.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thursday 14th October: Death of Crowley’s child Anne Lea (Poupee) at Palermo.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 20th October: Leah Hirsig miscarries a second child by Crowley.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 26th November: Birth of Astarte Lulu Panthea to Ninette Shumway at Palermo.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 27th November: Crowley began the Cephaloedium Working.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1921
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Vampire of Vespucia’ written.
‘As You Were’ written.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 14th February: Crowley is at Au Cadran Bleu Inn in Fontainbleu and begins his diary entitled Liber Tzaba vel Nike – ‘The Fountain of Hyacinth’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 23rd May: Crowley assumes the grade of Ipsissimus 10=1.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">July: The Seth Ceremony.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 17th July: Frank Bennett [Frater Progradior] arrives at the Abbey and stays for 4 months.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1922</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Writes and publishes ‘The Diary of a Drug Fiend’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 26th November: Raoul Loveday and Betty May arrive at Cefalu.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1923</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Songs for Italy’ published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 16th February: Death of Raoul Loveday at Cefalu.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 17th February: Funeral of Raoul Loveday.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 22nd April: Norman Mudd arrives at Cefalu.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Monday 23rd April: The order of expulsion from Cefalu is read to Crowley.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 1st May: Crowley expelled from Italy by Mussolini and leaves his beloved Abbey of Thelema for the last time.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 11th May: Crowley arrives in Tunis.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1924
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
September: Leah Hirsig renounced her office as Crowley the Beast’s ‘Scarlet Woman’ and Crowley appointed Dorothy Olsen [Sister Astrid] as the new S.W.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1925
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘AL (Liber Legis) sub figures XXXI published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1926
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘An Extenuation of the Book of the Law’ [3 volumes, includes Liber XXVII and CCXX and the Comment] published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">October: Dorothy Olsen returns to the United States and abandons Crowley and her office as S.W.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1928</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Death of Astarte Lulu Panthea.
Israle Regardie joins Crowley in Paris and becomes his secretary.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1929</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Moonchild’ published. Also ‘The Strategem and other stories’ published.
‘The Spirit of Solitude, subsequently re-antichristened The Confessions of Aleister Crowley’ (2 volumes) [Volumes 3-6 not issued] published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th March: Crowley and Regardie are expelled from France.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 12th April: ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ (being part III of Book 4) is published in 4 volumes by the Lecram Press in Paris and issued in one volume in London.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 16th August: Crowley marries Maria de Miramar, in Leipzig.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1930
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Tuesday 23rd September: Crowley fakes his own death at the Boca de Inferno, Portugal.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1931
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Wednesday 30th September: Bertha Busch becomes Crowley’s new Scarlet Woman.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1932
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Tuesday 13th September: Death of Leila Waddell.
Regardie and Crowley part company on unfriendly terms.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1933
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Sunday 13th March: First performance of Crowley’s ‘Gnostic Mass’ at Agape Lodge O.T.O. California.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1934
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Tuesday 10th April: Crowley loses his libel case against Nina Hamnett for her accounts of him in her book ‘Laughing Torso’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1935</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Pearl Brooksmith becomes the new Scarlet Woman.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1936
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Pearl Brooksmith abandons her office as S. W.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1937
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Equinox of the Gods’ [The Equinox volume III number 3] published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sunday 2nd May: Birth of Crowley’s son Aleister Ataturk to Deirdre MacAlpine.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1938</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Little Essays Towards Truth’ written and published. Also ‘The Heart of the Master’ published by the OTO.
‘Liber Al vel Legis sub figura CCXX (includes Liber CCXX and the Comment) published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1939
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Khing Kang King’ published.
‘Temperance, a Tract for the Times’ issued by the OTO.
‘Eight Lectures on Yoga’ [The Equinox volume III number 4] published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1940</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Thursday 30th May: Death of Victor Neuburg.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1941</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Thumbs Up’ published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1942</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Fun of the Fair’ published.
The death of Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1943</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The City of God: a Rhapsody’ published.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1944
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘The Book of Thoth: A Short Essay on the Tarot of the Egyptians’ [The Equinox volume III number 5] published.
Crowley retires to Netherwood in Hastings.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1946
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Olla: an Anthology of Sixty Years of Song’ published by the OTO.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1947</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Monday 1st December: Crowley dies at Netherwood, Hastings aged 72.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Friday 5th December: Crowley’s funeral service and cremation at Brighton cemetery.
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">HYMN TO ASTARTE</span>
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By Victor Neuburg
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Astarte, deal, delivery
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">To the Green World of Wonder;
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thou sickle of midwifery,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Cutting the chords asunder;
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Thou Lady of the reverie
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Hidden behind the thunder!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Astarte, bring the corn-fields
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Fruition on Thy peace!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Astarte, glad the morn-fields
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">That starlight may increase!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Astarte, heat the torn-fields
</span><br />
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Astarte, may the grain drop
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<span style="color: black;">To glad the rutting ram!
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<span style="color: black;">Astarte, let the gain drop
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<span style="color: black;">From out the heavy dam!
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<span style="color: black;">Astarte, send thy rain-drop
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<span style="color: black;">That cools the new-born lamb!
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Astarte, grant addition
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<span style="color: black;">Unto the waiting womb!
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<span style="color: black;">Astarte, deal derision
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<span style="color: black;">Unto the tedious tomb!
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<span style="color: black;">Astarte, find fruition
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<span style="color: black;">For every blushing bloom!
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Astarte, thou wilt render
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<span style="color: black;">Make bearing women slender;
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<span style="color: black;">Ungirdle virgin snoods;
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<span style="color: black;">Let tender lips engender
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<span style="color: black;">Life for new multitudes.
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Before thee sway the swallows
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<span style="color: black;">Over the spring-set seas;
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<span style="color: black;">They seek the hidden hollows
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<span style="color: black;">About the lonely seas;
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<span style="color: black;">They know how summer follows
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<span style="color: black;">Thy silver mysteries.
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Oh, path and pond and pricket
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<span style="color: black;">Oh, pod and pool and prickle.
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<span style="color: black;">Wait at the narrow wicket
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<span style="color: black;">Of life, be thou not fickle!
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<span style="color: black;">Grant crow and crake and cricket
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<span style="color: black;">Increase, as swells thy sickle!
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Oh, where the ways are stony
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<span style="color: black;">Give life to snake and lizard;
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<span style="color: black;">Grant green fields to the coney,
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<span style="color: black;">Thy warlock and thy wizard
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<span style="color: black;">With lingam and with yoni
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<span style="color: black;">Burn liver, heart and gizzard.
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Thy holy silver dishes,
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<span style="color: black;">Astarte, grace thy dome,
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<span style="color: black;">Thy little silver fishes
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<span style="color: black;">Sing in thine holy foam,
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<span style="color: black;">Grant thou earth’s virgin wishes!
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<span style="color: black;">Drive thou thy true seed home!
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[from ‘Swift Wings: Songs of Sussex’ by Victor Neuburg. 1921]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">AUGOIEDES</span>
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<span style="color: black;">by Audrarep</span></div>
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...The great sight
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<span style="color: black;"> Of the intolerable light
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<span style="color: black;"> Of the whole universe that wove
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<span style="color: black;"> The labyrinth of light and love,
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<span style="color: black;"> Blazed in me. Then some giant will,
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<span style="color: black;">Mine or anothers’, thrust a thrill
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<span style="color: black;"> Through the great vision. All the light
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<span style="color: black;">The world annihilated by
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<span style="color: black;">The opening of the Master’s Eye.
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<span style="color: black;">How can I tell it?
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<span style="color: black;"> [Aha. Aleister Crowley.]
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THE BABE OF THE ABYSS
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Aleister Crowley’s accomplishment of the Operation of the Sacred Magic of Abra-melin the Mage [1] is an important event in his magical career which often gets overlooked. In examining Crowley’s diaries for the years 1905-06, the many such fragments which are contained in The Equinox, we can see that there are several significant factors which initiate Crowley’s interest once more into the performance of the Sacred Magic and the Invocation of Augoeides [2]. These events or ‘stages of initiation’ seemed to have determined the course of his actions. Firstly, there is the Vision of the Golden Hawk which Crowley experiences on Sunday 22nd October 1905. The vision occurred during an ‘astral interview’ with his old friend from the Golden Dawn, Soror Fidelis [3]. Crowley and Fidelis had been regularly meeting each other astrally at this time and on this occasion ‘she was accompanied by a golden hawk, in whom I later recognised one of the Secret Chiefs of the A∴A∴ The conversation turned on the subject of the Great Work. It was defined as the creation of a new universe. The interview left me spiritually prostrate.’ [Confessions. P. 452]
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<span style="color: black;">Secondly, there is a conversation which occurs in Calcutta between Crowley and an artist he befriended on a previous visit named Edward Thornton in the week following the vision of the Golden Hawk. Thornton is driving Crowley through Calcutta when Crowley tells him that ‘the analysis of impressions showed no connection between them. There was no coherence in the non-Ego, and so no sanity in the Universe.’ Thornton ‘pointed out that the same criticism applied with equal force to the Ego. This fell on Frater P. [Crowley] with the force of a thunderbolt. He had always known this in an intellectual way; now it stabbed him to the heart. Through the rest of the drive he sat silent, and in the bustle of the succeeding days of “Bandobast” for his newly projected walk through China [4], this awakening stood behind his mind, alert and operative.’ [‘The Temple of Solomon the King’ in The Equinox, volume I, number viii]
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<span style="color: black;">Thirdly, Crowley went to visit his other old friend from the Golden Dawn Frater I.A. [Allan Bennett] [5] who was living as a Buddhist monk in Burma. Crowley met Bennett on Friday 3rd November 1905 and Bennett, or as he was now known Bhikku Ananda Metteya, instructed Crowley in the Buddhist meditational practice known as ‘Sammasati’ in which the practitioner recollects and investigates the thoughts and actions that have occurred throughout the day [6]. These lessons would help Crowley ‘reach the great and terrible pinnacle of the mind whence the adept must plunge into the Abyss, to emerge naked, a babe – the Babe of the Abyss. “Explore the River of the Soul,” said Ananda Metteya, “whence and in what order you have come.” For three days – the longest period allowed by the Buddhist law – he remained in the choung, meditating on this matter; but nothing seems to have come of it.’ [Confessions. P. 515-516] The meditation shows the causal connection and continuity between events, if anything it helped to re-affirm Crowley’s belief in the intervention and purpose of arranging events by the Secret Chiefs.
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<span style="color: black;">Another significant factor occurred on Saturday 18th November, Crowley’s seventh magical birthday [7]. We find in The Temple of Solomon the King which draws upon his magical diary for that year that ‘about now I may count my Speculative Criticism of the Reason as not only proved and understood, but realized.’ The next day, Sunday 19th November he writes in his diary: ‘I realize in myself the perfect impossibility of reason; suffering great misery. I am as one who should have plumed himself for years upon the speed and strength of a favourite horse, only to find not only that its speed and strength were illusory, but that it was not a real horse at all, but a clothes-horse. There being no way – no conceivable way – out of this awful trouble gives that hideous despair which is only tolerable because in the past it has ever been the Darkness of the Threshold. But this is far worse than ever before; for it is not a despair of the Substance, but of the Form. I wish to go from A to B; and I am not only a cripple, but there is no such thing as space. I have to keep an appointment at midnight; and not only is my watch stopped, but there is no such thing as time. I wish to make a cannon; and not only have I no cue, but there is no such thing as causality. “This I explain to my wife” (!!! _ Ed.), “and she, apparently inspired, says “’Shoot it!”’ (I suppose she means the reason, but, of course, she did not understand a word of what I had been saying. I only told her for the sake of formulating my thought clearly in words.) I reply, “’If I only had a gun.”’ This makes me think of Siegfried and the Forging of the Sword. Can I heat my broken Meditation-Sword in the furnace of this despair? Is Discipline the Hammer? At present I am more like Mime than Siegfried; a gibbering ape-like creature, though without his cunning and his purpose. “’Only, no water’s left to feed its play.”’ “’Up with it on the tripod! It’s extinct.”’ But surely I am not a dead man at thirty!’ It appears that Crowley is suffering some sort of depression or ‘intellectual insanity’ from this date which lasts until the first week in February; it is the consequence of his crossing the Abyss, which occurred between November 1905 and February 1906. The destruction of his reason left only his intuition and high intelligence [Neschamah]. ‘I cannot say that I crossed the Abyss deliberately. I was hurled into it by the momentum of the forces which I had called up.’ [Confessions. P 513]
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<span style="color: black;">And finally, there is the revelation which occurred to Crowley on Sunday 11th February 1906. Again we find in the Temple of Solomon the King: ‘I “shoot the reason” [in reference to his entry for Sunday 19th November 1905] by going back, though on a higher plane, to Augoeides (i.e. the Holy Guardian Angel). Resolve to accomplish a Great Retirement on lines closely resembling Abra-melin. The “note book and stop-watch” method is too much like criticism. Doubt whether I should actually do Op. [operation] or confine myself to Augoeides. Latter easy to prepare, of course.’ And Crowley comes to the realisation through his practices in the Buddhist meditational method known as Sammasati, taught to him by Bennett, and he finds the most important factor in his calculations being the fall with his horse [8] and other manners in which he escaped death in miraculous circumstances [9]: “Then I am some use after all!” was his conclusion. “I am indeed SENT to do something.” For whom? For the Universe; no partial good could possibly satisfy his equation. “I am, then, the “’chosen Priest and Apostle of Infinite Space.”’ Very good: and what is the message? What shall I teach then?” And like the lightening from heaven fell upon him these words: “’THE KNOWLEDGE AND CONVERSATION OF THE HOLY GUARDIAN ANGEL.”’
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THE ANGEL AND THE ANKH
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<span style="color: black;">In looking at Crowley’s diary for 1906 we find an entry for Friday 9th February which indicates a release from the ‘intellectual insanity’ he was suffering and he declares his intentions: ‘About this full moon consciousness began to break through Ruach [10] into Neschamah [11]. Intend to stick to Augoeides.’ Since his return from the Abyss the notion of Augoeides filled his thoughts! He was quite clear on what he must do, as it is an integral form of ceremonial magic: Visita Interiora Terrae, Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem [visit the interior parts of the earth: by rectification thou shalt find the hidden stone]. </span></div>
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On Sunday 11th February 1906 Crowley recorded in his diary: ‘Made many resolutions of a G.R. [Great Retirement]. In dream flew to me an angel, bearing an ankh, to comfort me.’ The angel held the ankh [crux ansata] as a symbol, for it is also known as a sandal strap which can be interpreted as the power to go. Crowley did not realise this at the time. The angel was informing Crowley that the Great Magical Retirement should be performed while travelling for it is unnecessary to rely on one’s material surroundings. Crowley was used to meditation practices in which his astral body could travel to a desired location. Now, he would bring the astral form of his temple at Boleskine to him and he could perform the ceremony while walking or riding on his pony. Instinctively Crowley had interpreted the dream. Two days later on Tuesday 13th February he is continuing his resolutions and reading the Bornless Ritual, the Preliminary Invocation in his vellum copy of The Goetia which he had with him.
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<span style="color: black;">On Thursday 15th February he is thinking about the Augoeides and ‘knowing the Invocation [the Bornless Ritual] by heart, will repeat same daily.’ The next day he begins the Augoiedes Ritual proper. </span></div>
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THE BORNLESS ONE RITUAL
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There is a description of the Bornless Ritual [Augoeides Ritual] given in The Equinox, volume I, number viii:
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<span style="color: black;">‘The preamble: he makes a general concentration of all his magical forces and a declaration of his will.
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<span style="color: black;">The Ar Thiao section [the barbarous names used in the ritual invocation of the element of Air]: He travels to the infinite East among the hosts of angels summoned by the words. A sort of ‘’Rising on the Planes’’, but in a horizontal direction.
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<span style="color: black;">The same remarks apply to the next three sections in the other quarters.
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<span style="color: black;">At the great invocation following he extends the Shivalingam to infinite height, each letter of each word representing an exaltation of it by geometrical progression. Having seen this satisfactorily, he prostrates himself in adoration.
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<span style="color: black;">When consciousness begins to return, he uses the final formula to raise that consciousness in the Shivalingam, springing to his feet at the moment of uniting himself with it, and lastly uttering that supreme song of the initiate beginning; ‘’I am He, the Bornless Spirit, having sight in the feet; strong and the Immortal Fire!’’
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<span style="color: black;">(Thus performed, the invocation means about half an hour of the most intense magical work imaginable – a minute of it would represent the equivalent of about twelve hours of Asana.)’
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PRELIMINARY INVOCATION
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<span style="color: black;">Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.
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<span style="color: black;">Thee that didst create the Earth and the Heavens:
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<span style="color: black;">Thee that didst create the Night and the Day.
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">hee that didst create the Darkness and the Light.
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<span style="color: black;">Thou art Osorronophris: Whom no man has seen at any time.
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<span style="color: black;">Thou art Jäbas
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<span style="color: black;">Thou art Jäpôs:
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<span style="color: black;">Thou hast distinguished between the Just and the Unjust.
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<span style="color: black;">Thou didst make the Female and the Male.
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<span style="color: black;">Thou didst produce the Seed and the Fruit.
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<span style="color: black;">Thou didst form Men to love one another, and to hate one another.
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<span style="color: black;">I am Mosheh Thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of Ishrael:</span></div>
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Thou didst produce the moist and the, dry, and that which nourisheth all created Life.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Thou Me, for I am the Angel of Paphrô Osorronophris: this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of Ishrael.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Me:--
Ar: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thiao: Rheibet: Atheleberseth:
A: Blatha: Abeu: Ebeu: Phi:
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<span style="color: black;">Thitasoe: Ib: Thiao.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of the Firmament and of the Ether; upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of God may be obedient unto Me.
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<span style="color: black;">I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God: Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit:--
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<span style="color: black;">Arogogorobraô: Sothou:
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<span style="color: black;">Modoriô: Phalarthaô: Döö: Apé, The Bornless One:
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Me: etc.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear me:--
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<span style="color: black;">Roubriaô: Mariôdam: Balbnabaoth: Assalonai: Aphniaô: I: Thoteth: Abrasar: Aëöôü: Ischure, Mighty and Bornless One!
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<span style="color: black;">Hear me: etc.
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<span style="color: black;">I invoke thee:--
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<span style="color: black;">Ma: Barraiô: Jôêl: Kotha:
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<span style="color: black;">Athorêbalô: Abraoth:
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Me: etc.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear me!
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<span style="color: black;">Aôth: Abaôth: Basum: Isak:
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<span style="color: black;">Sabaoth: Iao:
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<span style="color: black;">This is the Lord of the Gods:
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<span style="color: black;">This is the Lord of the Universe:
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<span style="color: black;">This is He Whom the Winds fear.
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This is He, Who having made Voice by His Commandment, is Lord of All Things; King, Ruler and Helper.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Me, etc.
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<span style="color: black;">Hear Me:--
Ieou: Pûr: Iou: Pûr: Iaôt: Iaeô: Ioou: Abrasar: Sabriam: Do: Uu: Adonaie: Ede: Edu: Angelos ton Theon: Aniaia Lai: Gaia: Ape: Diathanna Thorun.
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<span style="color: black;">I am He! the Bornless Spirit! having sight in the feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!
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<span style="color: black;">I am He! the Truth!
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<span style="color: black;">I am He! Who hate that evil should be wrought in the, World!
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<span style="color: black;">I am He, that lighteneth and thundereth.
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<span style="color: black;">I am He, from Whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth:
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<span style="color: black;">I am He, Whose mouth ever flameth:
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<span style="color: black;">I am He, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light:
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<span style="color: black;">I am He; the Grace of the World:
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<span style="color: black;">"The Heart Girt with a Serpent" is My Name!
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<span style="color: black;">Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry Land, or in the Water: of whirling Air or of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of God, may be obedient unto Me!
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<span style="color: black;">Iao: Sabao:
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<span style="color: black;">Such are the Words
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<span style="color: black;">[The Lesser Key of Solomon. S.L.MacGregor Mathers and Aleister Crowley. 1904]
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<span style="color: black;">25th Feb. A. in a.m. mediocre.’ He asks the question: ‘Are all these troubles in Yunnan-Fu [China] due to Abra-melin devils?’ He also asks Augoeides for ‘a sufficient measure of protection’, (Crowley was suffering from swollen throat glands and his mind was distracted by worrying over it and so he asks ‘Augoeides’ to take away his fear). ‘Like an instant answer comes Wilkinson’s letter settling up things.’ [Wilkinson was the Consul General at Yunnanfu]
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At Hong Kong Crowley sent his wife and child back home to England saying he would not be welcome in Calcutta and that he was travelling to the United States to seek funding for his next attempt at Kanchengjunga. But his first intention was to pay a visit to Elaine in Shanghai!
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley arrived in Shanghai on Friday 6th April and went to call on Fidelis (Elaine Simpson). He notes that the ‘A. [Augoeides] Invocation’ was ‘very ethereal’ and that his meeting with Fidelis ‘went well’. He is still suffering the following day by the effects of fever and he calls again on Fidelis and talks with her, ‘explaining the position’ [he tells her about the Cairo Working during 1904 and Liber Legis, a copy of which he had in his possession]. Crowley had hoped that Fidelis would tell him that there was no truth in ‘Liber Legis’ and that the Cairo Working was a deception as Crowley did not want to be the chosen one who emancipates mankind, but she saw that it was indeed a sacred text and gave confirmation as to Crowley’s purpose as chosen Prophet of Thelema. That evening he is resting in bed quite ill. By the next morning he is still ‘feeble in the a.m.’ and he goes on to say that ‘A. nevertheless pretty good for concentration and sincerity; not notable for result. I think I had better begin to renounce idle things, save where politeness calls and calls loud. If I take life too easy, the G.R. [Great Retirement] will be harder: on the other hand an asceticism to no instant purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes. One of those rare cases where a golden mean looks well.’
On Monday 9th April Crowley stays with Fidelis at her apartment where they both study Liber Legis and he remains there for twelve days until Saturday 21st April.
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Crowley was feeling sick on the following day, Sunday 22nd April, and he stayed in bed all day. Because of this he did not do his regular Augoeides Invocation but spent his time in deep contemplation: ‘It seems to me that all the Shanghai experience bar Easter Day should be rejected as a morbid dream; merely because I am not alone. It seems natural and easy that this should be. I think also I should write to Fidelis explaining how the whole experience has been an ordeal, that she has come through it successfully both in the advance and to and the suspense of that advance; but that the principle of clinging to me, unconsciously there has ruined her clairvoyance, and rotted up her magic. Having won me, let her now lose me! As for me I will go on as if I had never landed.’
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<span style="color: black;">At about 5 p.m. on Monday 23rd April Crowley arrived at Nagasaki and he wrote his letter to Fidelis. The next day, having sailed for 24 hours he arrived at the Japanese port of Kobe, also about 5 p.m. He wrote a letter to his wife Rose, the ‘Scarlet Woman’, taking particular care not to mention Fidelis or Aiwass. He asks himself if Aiwass could assist him with the Augoeides Invocation, and assumes that he could. Following his Augoeides Invocation Crowley ‘by a strong effort of will’ banished both his sore throat and his surroundings and he ‘went up in Astral Body [16].Reached a room, in which a table was spread cruciform thus, a naked man being nailed there to. Many venerable men sat around, feasting on his living flesh and quaffing his hot blood. There (I was told) were the adepts whom I might one day join. This I understood to mean that I should get the power of taking only spiritual nourishment – but probably it means much more than this. Next I came into an apparently empty hall, all being in white ivory, worked in filigree, as the Chinese do. A square slim altar was in the midst. I seemed to be questioned as to what I would sacrifice on that altar. I offered all save my will to know Augoeides, that I would only exchange for its own realisation. I now became conscious of vast God-forms of Egypt sitting, so vast I could only see their knees. “Would not knowledge of the Gods suffice.” No! said I. It was then pointed out that I was being critical i.e. rationalistic and made to see that Augoeides was not fashioned in my image. Necessarily, that is. I apologised, and knelt at altar, placing my hands on it, right over left. Then One human, white, self-shining (my idea after all) came forth and put his hands over mine, saying “I receive thee into the Order of the Silver Star” then, with advice to return, I sank back to earth in a cradle of flame.’
The next day on Wednesday 25th April he records in his diary: ‘Yesterday’s vision a real illumination, since it showed me an obvious mistake which yet I had utterly failed to see. The word in my Kamma-work [in Burma] was Augoeides and the method “invoking often!” Therefore a self-glittering One, whether my conscience approves or not, whether my desires fit or not, is to be my guide. I am to invoke often, not to criticise. Am I to lose my grade of 7°=4□? I cannot go wrong, for I am the Chosen One: that is the very postulate of the whole Work. This boat carries Caesar and his fortunes. Left Kobe at noon. Augoeides fair to good but attention wandered after Invocation. Suggestion of fasts to aid.’
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley arrives at Yokohama the next day and leaves the following day (Friday 27th April) where during his Invocation he felt a ‘certain clarity of vision of a White One like on 25th.’ Still in poor health he finds ‘great clarity of vision in the matter of the pentagrams’ on 28th April. The next day Crowley notices that often during his invocation, which is ‘mechanical’ his thoughts drift to reverie and even sleep. He receives an illumination the next day Monday 30th April, as he reaches Vancouver in British Columbia after spending twelve days on board the Empress of India. He records in his diary that his Augoeides invocation was the same as on the 29th: ‘It has struck me – in connection with reading Blake, that Aiwass etc. = Force and Fire, the very thing I do lack and that my “conscience” is really an obstacle and a delusion, being a survival of heredity or education. Certainly to rely on it as on an abiding principle in oneself is wrong. Further considerations in favour of Aiwass, seemed to indicate him. Any suspicious remarks of his perhaps due to Fidelis connecting him with S.W. [Rose]. I think his repeated “Go to Egypt!” The one really important thing is the fundamental hypothesis – I am the Chosen One. All methods will do, if I only “invoke often” i.e. stick to it. Ritual given by Aiwass – see “Work” book, also determined – house in Egypt, dates, etc. Augoeides Invocation repeated. Very good and lucid... No tendency to sleep or reverie, or hardly any, not more than a momentary wandering of thought.’
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<span style="color: black;">He declares on the following day (Tuesday 1st May) that the ‘Operation is a great test of faith and will, not at all of wit. Just what I have always lacked.’ And he goes on to confirm that the Hexagram attribution of yesterday vision was correct. ‘The descending triangle is the divine drawing down to man, the wedge of blue-splitting matter, the upright triangle is the human flame aspiring. (Compare the doctrine of the two arrows in Liber 418)’...’Nuit and Hadit are equal and opposite: the Two kinds of nothing. 0 vide Berashith. Hence Ra-Hoor-Khuit the resulting Universe’. He works on the comment to Liber Legis the next day and on Friday 4th May he notes in his diary that ‘this work of Augoeides requires the Adept to assume the woman’s part, to long for the bridegroom, it may be, and to be ever ready to receive his kiss, but not to pursue openly and to use as it were force.’
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley takes a train from Vancouver on Wednesday 9th May and reaches New York on Wednesday 16th May. He spends ten days in ‘restaurants and theatres’ trying to interest people to fund another attempt at Kangchenjunga without success. His business dealt with in New York he left the United States on the SS. Compania for England on Saturday 26th May.
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Crowley arrived at Liverpool on Saturday 2nd June 1906 and it would be a day of devastation to him: ‘Arrived Liverpool. Heard of baby’s death by letters from Mother and Uncle Tom [17]. Why did nobody cable me? Arrived London, perfectly stunned.’ Crowley travelled to London by train with some of the passengers he had befriended on the voyage from New York and he remained silent as to the death of his child, and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. Later that day Crowley ‘solemnly reaffirmed the Oath of my Obligation to perform the Operation offering under these terrible circumstances, all that yet remains. Fortunately I am quite unable to think of the thing in detail or as a reality.’ He adds a note to this on Monday 31st December when he probably reviewed or edited his diary, stating: ‘Not fortunately at all. One never gets able to do so. Stupor and pangs get to the limit and that limit is easy reached by very partial conceptions of one’s loss.’ Over the next few days Augoeides becomes a ‘sad mechanic exercise’. On Tuesday 5th June he ‘practically broke down playing billiards. Have drugged myself. A pretty good fight I think. Will go to sleep meditating Augoeides. Lucky Ivor was with me.’ [18] The next day he attends a performance of Wagner’s ‘Tristan and Isolde’ – ‘a failure, either Wagner is a shit or myself dulled beyond waking. I slept right through Overture – Act II!!!!!!! Did Augoeides, feebly in streets.’ The following day (Thursday 7th June) he travels from London to Plymouth in order to meet his wife Rose the next day from the SS. Himalaya. At their meeting the couple break down in their grief for the loss of little Nuit! Crowley has been suffering from various ailments and depression and on Saturday 9h June he notes that he is ‘still breaking down at intervals, and staggering from nervous weakness. Dropping off to sleep at odd times and places.’ He finds it difficult to concentrate on the work:
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 11th June: Still frightfully ill – sleep and nightmares. Augoeides Invocation again conquered by these though I did my very utmost.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 15th June: Augoeides, and a further renewal of the vow.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th June: Went to sleep during Augoeides. Am still very ill with throat.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 17th June: Augoeides better. Throat better.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 19th June: Augoeides: I went to sleep, I fancy.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 21st June: Augoeides, poor again. There seems little intention perhaps owing to my fears about health and the general uncertainty.
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<span style="color: black;">The next day, Saturday 23rd June 1906 Crowley’s friend and fellow member of the Golden Dawn, Frater Volo Noscere 7°=4□ arrives [19]. Crowley is elated to see his old friend who eight years earlier introduced him to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn; a friend to whom he has attached a strong magical bond and an admiration second only to Allan Bennett. Together, they talk about Crowley’s experiences and the whole matter of the Augoeides situation. They talk all through the night with great energy and enthusiasm and the next day Crowley agrees with Jones’ suggestion to make a ‘Great Retirement’ somewhere in a near location so that he may be contacted by telegram should the need arise. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 28th June: Still very bad.’ Crowley apparently continues his Augoeides Invocation but does not record any more entries in his diary until Wednesday 4th July when he notes that ‘doctors insist on immediate operation.’ This is in reference to an infected gland in his groin which needed excision. Crowley is near to breaking point yet we find this entry on Friday 6th July: ‘My throat and head still utterly bad – no work for these days – only the pretence of it. Before I had got to the end of the preamble I was almost delirious every time.’ He enters a nursing home on Sunday 8th July and in the diary we find: ‘Unto thee Adon-ai do I commit my way. Unto thee the Augoeides, unto thee the Self-Glittering One! I put my trust in the power that hath devised me as I am for the achieving of a purpose, the Next Step. Augoeides rather bad, but done. Being in bed has cured the eternal headache and the throat is much better.’ The next day Crowley had his surgery: Operation performed with little pain. My display of cowardice [20] may be partly excused by my general nervous break-down, I hope. Augoeides at night, a shade better, some slight vision.’ His throat is bad again over the next few days and Friday 13th July he notes that the ‘twenty-second week of Augoeides ends’ and that there should be a ‘new current’ beginning on 14th July [21]. And so the next day he avoids invoking Augoeides ‘who might instruct me in vision after 22 weeks. I am in serious trouble. Place, Method, Time etc. A wakeful night followed by profound and dreamless sleep. (I had spent much thought on Augoeides)’ as he does over the days ahead! ‘this thinking seems little or no good’ he writes in his diary for Tuesday 17th July, ‘but the fault is that the real Crowley is actually not thinking of Augoeides. When he is, the invocation was unnecessary; when he isn’t, it’s feeble. What am I to do? (should suggest sticking to it)’ Frater DDS (George Cecil Jones) ‘agrees Ritual is a help if so.’ –
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The next day he writes the introduction to the Bahg-I-Muattar [The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz] and he experiments with hashish: ‘I took some five grains, and smoked a little ganja. I was drinking a good deal of port, too. Anyway, I went dizzy, but got to bed and slept it off. Think I was on the brink of hallucination. I was describing effects (as in books) to my Nurse and offered her a fraction of a grain on a match, so that she could get the aromatic taste. My remarks were most vivid. At the expected time (supposing she had taken a quantity) she began to suffer all sorts of symptoms, alleged loss of memory and reason. Quick pulse (160) low temperature (97.8) dull heavy feeling following momentary excitement, pupils dilated (not contracted). She remarked on tasting it that she thought it was Belladonna. No thirst, no suspicion, no actual hallucinations, in short, all the wrong systems.’
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley leaves the nursing home on Wednesday 25th July and unfortunately caught a chill in his right eye which caused an obstruction of the nasal duct. There has been no end to the health problems he has suffered throughout his Augoeides operation, and further still is his painful neuralgia and later in the year an ulcerated throat. The next day (Thursday 26th July) Crowley travels down to Caulsdon, Surrey to stay with Greatly Honoured Frater DDS (G. C. Jones). An important ceremony took place the following day on Friday 27th July when Jones used a variation of the 5°=6□ Ritual in which Crowley was crucified upon a cross by Jones as Crowley was made to repeat his oath: ‘I, Perdurabo, [22] a member of the Corpus Christi [Body of Christ], do hereby solemnly obligate myself etc. etc. to lead a pure and unselfish life and will entirely devote myself to raise etc. myself to the Knowledge of my higher and Divine genius, that I shall be Him. In witness of which I Invoke the great Angel Hua to give me a proof of his existence. Complete and perfect visualisation of C as P (possibly Christ as Perdurabo) on “the low dark hill, the storm, the star”. But the Pylon of the Camel (the path of Gimel) open and a ray therein: withal a certain vision of Augoeides remembered only as a glory now attainable.’
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<span style="color: black;">The twenty-fifth week of Augoeides begins on Saturday 28th July and the next day he is talking with Jones about creating a new magical Order: ‘DDS (Jones) wants authority. I should write and say “perfect the lightening-conductor and the flash will come”.’ Crowley returns to London the next day and he contemplates the new formula (see Friday 27th July) with intentions to use it himself. He left London and went to Eastbourne on Friday 3rd August and makes the following entry on Saturday 4th July: ‘About to try the experiment of daily Aspiration in the Position of the 5°=6□ Operation (sign of Osiris slain). Did this twenty-two minutes, with Invocation. It needed DDS (Jones) but the Eli Eli feeling is perhaps induced and this is good. I made + on my B and also O on my Head (Crowley is here cutting the cross on his breast and the circle on his head). Scire. The vow of Poverty is to esteem nothing, to value nothing save Augoeides. Audere. The vow of Chastity is to use the Magical Force for no purpose but Invocation of Augoeides. Velle. The vow of Obedience is to concentrate the Will on Augoeides alone. Tacere. The vow of Silence, to regulate the whole organism so that so vast a miracle as the Completion of the Great Work excites therein no commotion. N.B. to look expectantly always, as if He would instantly appear.’
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For on mine eyes the golden Sun
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"> Me slain</span>, interred, arisen, inspire!
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<span style="color: black;"> Anointed, fill with frenzied Fire!
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley returned to Eastbourne on Saturday 18th August and he re-obligated his oath (in other words he cut the cross and circle upon his breast and head in the Position of Osiris slain, something he would do each week), although he was suffering greatly from ill health. The next re-obligation occurred on Saturday 25th August, still in bad health and again on Saturday 1st September. On the 8th the pain is ‘too great to record vows, even if I made any.’ Here, the diary is blank although Crowley states he did perform the practices even if he did not record them, and he next re-news his vows on Sunday 16th September and on the following day he checks into the Ashdown Park Hotel in Caulsdon, Surrey and the change seemed to help with his health. The end of thirty-two weeks of Augoeides occurs on Friday 21st September: ‘8 months – 224 days of Augoeides. Did a little Invocation, enquiring how to Invoke the Augoeides, got the instant reply “Often!” – and only saw later that this was the same old order as before. Which confirms it, discard methods, rituals etc. (and their contradictions) but do it Often!’ </span></div>
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The new Ritual was tested on Tuesday 9th October and ‘behold it was very good! Thanked gods and sacrificed for Lola [24]. Hashish 10 p.m. acting – taken at 8. Many very strange illusions of sight, sense of proportion, locality, illusions of muscular distortion, the pen actually writing good legible English, but appearing to do so only as of two counterpoises. (Hours to write that sentence – and this). None of the illusions seriously interfere with small fine coordinated movements. I think of a word and forget it before I can write it down. This happens by lapses: a question of attention held and released.’ The next day, exalted, he continues: ‘I am still drunk with Samadhi [25] all day. Curious observations S.D. (Stooping Dragon) looks like a symbol. Curious feeling that one has a foreign body in one’s mouth. Enough, these are all dog-faced demons. I will see Adonai. But! (Must tell Jones he can never get the ________ because only the thing he can’t banish is the highest). S.D. is Augoeides. this from fancied personal resemblances. Fear of fascination by drug. Extraordinary fits of laughter. Every thought (each is a definite symbolic picture) is instantly followed by a criticism (also pictured). Sometimes the criticism is so severe that it becomes a primary thought – hence inattention. When a thought is weak or unbalanced, the current of thought is changed. Hence strong thoughts are wanted. Invocation, morning. Memory very good. Remember striking realisation of unreality of things in room etc. remember how very close to Samadhi the ritual brought me: perhaps even the control of the drug that arose and forced me to bed, plus my fear of the shock of R’s [Rose’s] anticipated coming up to bed, operated to stop me. For in the “Thanks-giving and sacrifice S.D.” I did get rid of everything but the Holy Exalted One, and must have held Him for a minute or two. I did. I am sure I did. I expected Rose to see a Halo round my head. But the hashish enthusiasm surged up against the ritual-enthusiasm, so hardly know which phenomena to attribute to which. Noticed at the time that S.D. made Augoeides enthusiasm possible, was good. Yet I would not pray for one more kiss having already had my deserts. The more I think of it the more I am sure that I got into Samadhi, (somehow) not like a human at all.’ [26]
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Crowley goes back to Bournemouth the next day (where he remains until Tuesday 29th January 1907) and receives a letter from Jones which asks: ‘How long have you been in the Great Order, and why did I not know? Is the invisibility of the A∴A∴ to lower grades so complete?’
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<span style="color: black;">We find one final interesting entry in his diary for 1906 which occurs on Thursday 27th December: ‘Back to town. Broke down myself. Appear to have got into the Fruit of which Jone’s “Hail! All Hail!” was the Blossom. In short, recognising that I am He in the same way that I recognise “snow is white” – not arguing it, nor announcing it triumphantly. I acted on that basis without self-consciousness, and wrote various letters. Later, viz, at 6.0 p.m. I took a very small dose of Hashish – say 1½ - 2 gr. on a by no means empty stomach. The introspection seems awakened at once, owing, maybe to expectation. Use all means to invoke Augoeides (possibly even masturbation – if such an act is physically possible? – as a means). 7.0-8.15. there is no link to bid together the thoughts? (of the second order) since they are only like letters of words not (apparently) interconnected. (Usual phenomena) With practice this game could be made useful? (e.g. to work out a psychological system). Each battery goes through a whole battery of critics; it is “analysed” (in time, I was thinking of Well’s analysed sounds in the New Accelerator). Also there seems several main individuals or strata of thought (delusion of triple personality etc.) They have, (or may have) different time-rates. (One sees as it were an officer running forward to reform a shake set of thoughts, or to order new evolutions). 8.15. I went to bed about now and tried hard to masturbate, without success. The first time I failed from fear; the second time I know not why; the third time I was under the delusion that I had come. The “millions of world’s game” – the peacock multiform with each “eye” of its fan a mirror of glory where also another peacock – everything thus. (Here consciousness has no longer any knowledge of normal impression. Each thought is itself visualised as a World-Peacock – such seems to me the interpretation of above). 1.20. A.M. Head still buzzing, wrote above. Samadhi is Hashish, an ye will; but Hashish is not Samadhi (it’s a low form this Atmadashana) [28] (I don’t and didn’t quite understand this. I think it means that only an Adept can use Hashish to excite Samadhi; or else that Hashish is the evil and averse S.) The Introspection Phenomena. This is like the letter A in the word or idea “cat”. The Picture-Ideas converging to form a 2a” and so on. This disconnected second rank are very numerous. There are many ranks of thought (are these the Sephiroth?) The consciousness moves backwards and forwards, outwards and inwards. Each rank is of course observed by the one next to it inwards, or else by the Analyser. There’s an “Intelligence” (among the Hierarchies of me) who suddenly draws lines round groups of second rank ideas and labels them “candle” etc. front rank men, getting them off as a whole. (Just as I might make an A of dots, scratches etc. and when finished fling it forth a visible “A”). Others too have other functions – there’s a whole crowd of us all organised. What puzzles is the vast number of thoughts required to make one physical thought. Bound to believe in simplicity behind. Why? Mathematical truths are absurd, they belong to the unanalysed brain, for one thing, and for another, they represent relations between units of that row – no more. Thus the Universal Peacock is One. (I prefer a different view. The [...] thoughts not nearer but further than the physical, not radiating from the Ego, but converging upon it. This is an argument against Hashish, and does not suggest that further progress would bring one to a higher rank. The various individuals are on this view rather than arch-demons.) A good deal this on introspection. Oh for a memory – in flesh to tell people about this; in spirit to bid together and organise the analysed thoughts, so that one’s consciousness should normally observe the second rank crowd. This is (would be) constant ecstasy, but the actions of the man (would) go on as usual, and it is only a certain instinct in one’s hearer if they perceive that one is not oneself. This time no sickness – slight physical drunkenness – very slight. Must try in presence of Jones and fuller with Jewell concealed to take notes. The earlier very rapid things all escape record. It is 1.40 A.M. I am practically sober. 8.30 A.M. Introspection still quickened. 9.45 A.M. One has only to think hard to get back to the World of Thought. N.B. The dose was a shade too large – not much. There was no sense of being overpowered. Began formula. It was an awful pang to reply “The Flapper” to “Who is Lola?” and really very difficult to do it without using a tone of voice of a lying nature. Got a sort of vision of the Gate of 10=1. Self as a mage in his circle breaking it down and the universe rushing in – all the lions and dragons symbols and vanishing as they came.’
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It is difficult to comprehend the extraordinary events during this period of Crowley’s life where he suffered both mental and physical tortures. Crowley blamed much of the misfortune from the death of his child to his constant ill health on those Abramelin demons who were drawn to the magician by his intention to perform the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage. He had dedicated himself to its completion and throughout the previous interruptions during 1900 and 1903, he considered it his sole duty to perform the Sacred Magic and in 1906 he successfully completed this.
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1. The Sacred Magic of Abra-melin the Mage: Crowley first attempted the operation at Boleskine House in Scotland during 1900 but was interrupted by the rebellious schism in the Golden Dawn. His second attempt (also at Boleskine) during 1903 was interrupted to marry Rose Edith Kelly.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Augoeides: αυγοειδης, from αυγος, the morning light, the dawn. Crowley knew the word ‘augoeides’ from Περι Μυστηριωυ, De Mysteriis, of Iamblichus, the Syrian Neoplatonist who was the greatest of the anti-Christian philosophers. Augoeides is a term for the H.G.A. [Holy Guardian Angel].
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<span style="color: black;">4. China: Following the attack upon Crowley in Calcutta on Saturday 28th October 1905 (see note 9) he met his wife Rose and daughter Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith from the ship (Sunday 29th October) and he greeted her with the words: ‘You’re just in time to see me hanged!’ The next day, eager to get away quickly, Crowley asked Rose whether she would like to go to Persia or China – Rose decided they should travel to China. They reached Rangoon on Friday 3rd November. Rose and little Nuit stayed in a hotel while Crowley visited his great friend and magical mentor Allan Bennett. The Crowley’s left Rangoon on Wednesday 15th November on the steamship ‘Java’. They arrived at Mandalay on Tuesday 21st November and at Bhamo on Friday 1st December. On Friday 26th January 1906, the day after Chinese New Year, they crossed the Mekong River. On Wednesday 14th March they left Mengtsz for Manhao on the Red River, reaching Hokow on 18th and travelling to Hong Kong on Thursday 22nd March. It was here that the ‘walk’ across China ended. Sometime after 27th March Rose and the child made their own way back to England from Hong Kong while Crowley travelled a different route via Shanghai, Kobe (Japan) and British Columbia to New York. </span></div>
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5. Allan Bennet: Charles Henry Allan Bennett (1872-1923) Frater Iehi Aour (Let there be light). Bennet joined the Golden Dawn in February 1894. He left England in 1900 and became a Buddhist monk.
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<span style="color: black;">6. See Liber Thisharb (1911). Also called ‘Liber Viae Memoriae’ [Path of Memory], Liber Thisharb is a ‘method for attaining the magical memory, or memory of past lives’. See ‘Magick in Theory and Practice. Thisharb is also ‘Berashith’ [‘in the beginning’] written backwards, which suggests the key to remember in reverse and to arrive at the beginning, the source of all.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Fall with horse: on Wednesday 20th December 1905 Crowley was mounting his horse when the animal reared and fell with Crowley down a 40 foot cliff. Both survived the fall with little injury.
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<span style="color: black;">9. Escape death: Crowley is here referring to the incident which occurred on Saturday 28th October 1905, sixteen days after his 30th birthday, when following the disastrous attempt to climb Kangchenjunga Crowley found himself in Calcutta. On this particular night, he decided to leave his hotel and walk to a part of the district known as the Culinga Bazar. It so happened that this night was also a Bengali feast called the Durga Puja. And so, heading down a side street Crowley noticed he was being followed. Then suddenly he was jumped upon by thieves and in the struggle Crowley managed to fire his pistol into the darkness. Two of the attackers were shot.
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<span style="color: black;">12. Aiwass: Aiwass is the intelligence who communicated Liber Al vel Legis [The Book of the Law] to Crowley in 1904. Crowley was not told by Aiwass the correct spelling of his name. In Greek it is Aiwass and by the Greek Cabbala its numerical value is 418, which is the number of the Great Work. In Hebrew it is spelt Aiwaz which adds up to 93, the key number of the Book of the Law. Depending on the nature of the work Crowley was conducting the two spellings could be used, such as Aiwass for mystical work and Aiwaz for magical. See ‘Liber Al vel Legis’ and ‘The Equinox of the Gods’.
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<span style="color: black;">13. S. W.: The Scarlet Woman [Oaurda]. This was Crowley’s wife Rose Edith Crowley [nee Kelly] (1874-1932) who initiated the Cairo Working in 1904. She later married Joseph Andrew Gormley.
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<span style="color: black;">17. Mother and Uncle Tom: Crowley’s mother was Emily Bertha Crowley (nee Bishop) (1848-1917). She married Edward <span style="color: black;">Crowley (1830</span>-1887) in 1874. Crowley’s Uncle Tom is Emily’s brother, Tom Bond Bishop (1839-1920).
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<span style="color: black;">18. Ivor: Dr Ivor Gordon Back (1879-1951) of Trinity College, Cambridge (1898-1901). Surgeon.
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<span style="color: black;">20. ‘Display of cowardice’: Crowley asked for a drink of water during surgery on Monday 9th July 1906 which was performed under local anaesthetic. He had made up his mind to remain silent during the operation and not speak (‘unless to make a joke’). The doctors originally thought Crowley may have been suffering from cancer but it is more probable that the infection in his groin was caused by the fall with his horse (see note 8).
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<span style="color: black;">21. ‘New current’: The number 22 represents the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet and of course corresponds with the Tarot.
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<span style="color: black;">22. Perdurabo [Latin]: Frater Perdurabo – the magical name Crowley chose for himself as an initiate of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Its literal meaning is: I will endure unto the end.
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<span style="color: black;">23. 0°=0□ Ritual: see Liber 671 ‘Pyramidos’.
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<span style="color: black;">24. Lola: Vera Blanche Neville Snepp (1888-1953). Vera was an actress who acted under the name of Vera Neville and she became one of Crowley’s many mistresses. The daughter of Alfred Neville Snepp (1857-1935) and Laura Kate Snepp [nee Browne] (1861-1941), Vera married Henry Algernon Claud Graves (1877-1963), the 7th Lord Graves, Baron of Gravesend in 1909. They were divorced in 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">25. Samadhi: Union with the Lord. See Magick in Theory and Practice.
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<span style="color: black;">26. This vision signifies the successful completion of the Sacred Magick of Abramelin the Mage and Crowley is here coming to the realisation that the one person he loves most in the world, his wife Rose, is now lost to him for she has become a hopeless alcoholic.
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<span style="color: black;">27. Fuller and Jones: Major-General John Frederick Charles Fuller (1878-1966), frater Per Ardua Ad Astra, and Frater Non Sine Fulmina. He was the son of the Anglican cleric Rev. Alfred Fuller (1832-1927). In 1897 J. F. C. Fuller went to the Royal Military College at Sandhurst and he joined the 43rd Infantry. In 1905 he wrote the critical essay on Crowley’s poems ‘The Star in the West (1907) and assisted Crowley on his periodical ‘The Equinox’, writing the account of Crowley’s magical career serialised in ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’. Jones is of course George Cecil Jones (1873-1960).
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<span style="color: black;">28. Atmadashana: The realisation of the self [Atma]. It is the first real trance stage of Samadhi. The highest of the Hindu trance states is Shivadarshana [the vision of Shiva] in which the objective universe, a single phenomenon independent of space and time is annihilated; it destroys all previous states of trance and totally dissolves name and form. The Shivadarshana has three main points in its Atmadarshana stage: 1. The Universal Peacock. 2. The Universe as Ego – the universe becomes a single, simple being, without quantity, quality or conditions. 3. The transcendence by an impersonal Unity; the annihilation by the Opening of the Eye of Shiva.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">IN MANU REGIS</span>
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Fear not this Holy Art that doth see </span></div>
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The expanse of realms, ruined in me; </span></div>
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The burden of years, so loosely grown </span></div>
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Upon he of suffering and renown! </span></div>
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Where sorrow seeks its scented kiss: </span></div>
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<em>Ne sit culpa nates nobis futuisse viriles!</em>
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<span style="color: black;">For I am my own circle, my own element:
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<span style="color: black;">Avail, fiend of flesh, fair by content,
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<span style="color: black;">Singing of sweetness and old ways... yet see:
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<span style="color: black;">I was atoms away from change, for thee!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">But my mind's revolt: I am amiss,
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<span style="color: black;">Amidst blooms of scorched kisses and tenderness! </span></div>
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Still, the caress of childhood, here doth stand
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<span style="color: black;">With the ache of years... mine courage, command
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">These tired, blood-red lips, so numb:
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Det semen flammam vitalem vinumque deorum!</em>
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<span style="color: black;">And were I to see thee now, above all this, </span></div>
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(My pale limbs cooled in thy nakedness)
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<span style="color: black;">With the softness of thine voice, I adore: </span></div>
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<em>Exaudi penis carmina blanda, precor.</em> </span></div>
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And thy lips of fire, that swiftly told </span></div>
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The love-words thou hast known of old...
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<span style="color: black;">I give all and I rejoice in this: </span></div>
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<em>Intra dum nates agitate thyrsum pueriles vates!</em></span>
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<em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Barry Van-Asten</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE GROWTH OF GOD</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(AS DEVELOPED ON A MOONLESS NIGHT
IN THE TROPICS)*</span>
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Even as beasts, where the sepulchral ocean
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<span style="color: black;">Sobs, and their fins and feet keep Runic pace,
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<span style="color: black;">Treading in water mysteries of motion,
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<span style="color: black;">Witch-dances: where the ghastly carapace
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<span style="color: black;">Of the blind sky hangs on the monstrous verge:
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<span style="color: black;">Even as serpents, wallowing in the slime;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">So my thoughts raise misshapen heads, and urge
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<span style="color: black;">Horrible visions of decaying Time.
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For in the fiery dusk arise distorted
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<span style="color: black;">Grey shapes in moonless phosphorus glow of death;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The keen light of the eyes thrust back and thwarted,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The quick scent stabbed by the miasma breath.
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<span style="color: black;">The day is over, when the lizard darted,
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<span style="color: black;">A flash of green, the emerald outclassed;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Night is collapsed upon the vale: departed
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<span style="color: black;">All but the Close, suggestive of the Vast.
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The heavy tropic scent-inspiring gloom
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<span style="color: black;">Clothes the wide air, the circumambient aether.
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<span style="color: black;">The earth grins open, as it were a tomb,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And struggling earthquakes gnash their teeth beneath her.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The night is monstrous: in the flickering fire
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Strange faces gibber as the brands burn low;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Old shapes of hate, young phantoms of desire
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">More hateful yet, shatter and change and grow.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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There is a sense of terror in the air,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And dreadful stories catch my breath and bind me,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Soft noises as of breathing: unaware
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">What devils or what ghosts may lurk behind me!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Even my horse is troubled: vain it is
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Invoking memory for sweet sound of youth;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The song, the day, the cup, the shot, the kiss!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">This night begets illusion – ay! the truth.
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I know the deep emotion of that birth,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">When chaos rolled in terror and in thunder;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The abortion of the infancy of earth;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The monsters moving in a world of wonder;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Shapeless, racked with agony, that grew
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Into these phantom forms that change and shatter;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">he falling of the first toad-spotted dew;
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<span style="color: black;">The first lewd heaving ecstasy of matter.
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I see al Nature claw and tear and bite,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">All hateful love and hideous: and the brood
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Misshapen, misbegotten out of spite;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Lust after death; love in decrepitude.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thus till the monster-birth of serpent-man
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Linked in corruption with the serpent-woman,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Slavering in lust and pain – creation’s ban.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The horrible beginning of the human.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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The savage monkey leaping on his mate;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The upright posture for sure murder taken;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The gibbering modified to spit out hate:
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Struggle to manhood – surely God-forsaken.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The bestial cause of Morals – fear and hate.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">At last the anguish-vomit of despair,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The growth of reason – and its pangs abate
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">No whit: the knife replaces the arm bare.
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Fear grows, and torment; and distracted pain
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<span style="color: black;">Must from sheer agony some respite find;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">When some half-maddened miserable brain
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Projects a God in his detesting mind.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A God who made him – to the core all evil,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In his own image – and a God of Terror;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A vast foul nightmare, </span><span style="color: black;">an impending devil;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Compact of darkness, infamy, and error.</span>
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Some bestial woman, beaten by her mates,
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<span style="color: black;">In utter fear broke down the bar of reason;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Shrieked, crawled to die; delirium abates
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">By some good chance her terror in its season.
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<span style="color: black;">Her ravings picture the cessation of
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Such life as she had known: her mind conceives
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A God of Mercy, Happiness, and Love;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Reverses life and fact: and so believes.
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So man grew up; and so religion grew.
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<span style="color: black;">Now in the aeons shall not truth dissever
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The man and maker, smite the old lie through,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Cast God to black oblivion for ever?
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Picture no longer in fallacious thought
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A doer for each deed! the real lurks
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Nowhere thus hidden: there is truly nought
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Substantial in these unsubstantial works.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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But work thou ever! Thou who art or art not,
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<span style="color: black;">Work that the fever of thy life abate;
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<span style="color: black;">Work! though for weary ages thou depart not,
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<span style="color: black;">At last abideth the sequestered state.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sure is the search! O seeker, as the bird,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Homing through distant skies toward its rest,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">hall surely find – and thou shalt speak the word
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">At last that shall dissolve thee into rest. </span></div>
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[From ‘The Temple of the Holy Ghost’. 1901. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley. Vol I]
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*When Crowley was benighted on the way from Iguala to Mexico City, whither he was riding unattended.
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">SOME OBSERVATIONS INTO THE THELEMIC </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">
GEMATRIA OF LIBER AL vel LEGIS </span></div>
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Sub figura CCXX
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">As delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI</span> </span></div>
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PART TWO
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<span style="color: black;">BY
AUDRAREP
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. </span></div>
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Love is the law, love under will.
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<span style="color: black;">Chapter II</span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>1. Nu! the hiding of Hadit.</strong>
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Nuit conceals Hadit; Nuit is the infinite in which Hadit manifests. Also, note that the first verse contains five words, five being the pentagram, which is the symbol of Hadit.
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<strong>2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and Khabs is the name of my House.</strong>
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Khabs= star, which is the House of Hadit.
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<strong>3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.</strong>
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Viewed from the circumference the centre of the circle is constant and is a concentrated point while the circumference is an expansion or central point stretched to its limit and therefore less defined. The central light of the circle radiates outwards in diminishing rays of light.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>4. Yet she shall be known & I never.</strong>
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Hadit has the ability to ‘know’ but cannot be ‘known’. Nuit is ‘known’ and Hadit (the complement of Nu) is hidden within her sensual veils where He ‘knows’ Her yet remains ‘unknown’ for it is His nature to ‘never’ be known.
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<strong>5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">
The ‘old time’ refers to the previous aeon, that of Osiris in which ‘self sacrifice’ and suffering was the order of the day and deities were worshipped as ‘the dying god’. The word ‘Knowledge’ with its capital letter seems to imply another meaning. Also, note that the verse contains 31 words.
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<strong>6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death.</strong>
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This ‘knowledge of death’ may be an allusion to the act of ‘crossing the abyss’.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>
7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. "Come unto me" is a foolish word: for it is I that go.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">
Hadit symbolizes motion and change and therefore his nature is to ‘go’. The Ankh, the Egyptian symbol of life in appearance is a sandal strap, which is another symbol of the power to go. Hadit is the ‘axle of the wheel’, which turns, and Nuit ‘is the wheel’, She is the circle. The cube has six sides and six is a solar number. The function of a god is ‘to go’ and to go= HVK (5+6+20) = 31.
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<strong>8. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">
Hadit is stating through Aiwass that he is not to be worshipped and that it is Nuit who is the Goddess of devotion; Hadit is the motion, or act of the ‘worshipper’ which is what the adept is to become in order to worship Nuit.
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<strong>9. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.</strong>
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These shadows are those who have failed to understand their true wills and thus have not found the pure joy of existence. They are unrecognized by Hadit.
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<strong>10. O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writing.</strong>
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Crowley found much of the ‘language’ of the Book of the Law distasteful to him.
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<strong>11. I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.</strong>
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A reference to Crowley’s annoyance at being used as the vessel for the law of Thelema: The Book of the Law.
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<strong>12. Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.</strong>
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The ‘voice’ of Aiwass (as Hadit) in reference to Aiwass being Crowley’s Holy Guardian Angel.
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<strong>13. for why? Because thou wast the knower, and me.</strong>
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14. Now let there be a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!
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15. For I am perfect, being Not; and my number is nine by the fools; but with the just I am eight, and one in eight: Which is vital, for I am none indeed. The Empress and the King are not of me; for there is a further secret.</strong>
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‘Nine by the fools’ has a double meaning: Teth=9 (XI in the Tarot) and the sephira Yesod=9 and its grade is zelator. Cheth=8, Aleph=1(one and eight in the Tarot). Not=31. IX in the Tarot is the Hermit, which is Virgo, Yod and Mercury and VIII in the Tarot is Justice, which is Libra, Maat, Lamed and ‘one’ in eight = Aleph, ‘which is vital, for I am none indeed’ = None (or Nvne)= 50+6+50+5=111. ‘The Empress’ (Daleth) = III and ‘The King’ (He)=IV ‘are not of me’. III+IV=VII.
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<strong>16. I am The Empress & the Hierophant. Thus eleven, as my bride is eleven.</strong>
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The Empress = III in the Tarot and the Hierophant = V.
III+V=VIII (8).
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17. Hear me, ye people of sighing!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The sorrows of pain and regret
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The poem suggests that those who seek the light of Thelema are uplifted in strength and beauty. The old aeon ruled by the worship of the ‘dying god’ was an aeon of weakness and suffering, pain and regret. Those who become Thelemites embrace life with positive energy and stand apart from those who are blind, weak, and dead, in other words those who have not adjusted to the new aeon and accepted the Law of Thelema – the Light of Love and Liberty!
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<strong>18. These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk.</strong>
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Self-pity, misery, and all forms of sorrow are anathema to Thelema, and so is compassion, which is to pity a fellow star and insult him or her.
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<strong>19. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us.</strong>
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The words ‘god’ and ‘dog’ both give the numeration 77 (3+70+4) or 13 (3+6+4). 77 = the Devil/goat; 13 = Death/Saturn. No=NV=56. Perhaps the god/dog formula represents a reversal of attitude to worshipping and we are urged to ‘be god from within’.
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<strong>20. Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.</strong>
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These are the qualities of Hadit; qualities that are desirable to possess. Beauty represents Tiphereth. Strength= Yesod. Leaping laughter= Hod. Delicious languor= Netzach. Force= XI in the Tarot and Fire = XVI in the Tarot.
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<strong>21. We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: verily thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be understood: If the body of the King dissolve, he shall remain in pure ecstasy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun, Strength & Sight, Light; these are for the servants of the Star & the Snake.</strong>
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Outcasts are those who have become black brothers and unfit seems to indicate those who are not accepted or the uninitiated. The word ‘unfit’ also has another meaning for it has five letters and contains the name of ‘Nuit’ (Nu reversed to form ‘un’ and a central solar ‘vau’. Looking further into this we get 6+50+6+10+9=81, a perfect square. Taking ‘T’ as final, which is 400, we get 472 [4+7+2=13]. Continuing this line of examination, by dividing the word into ‘UN’ ‘F’ ‘IT’, that is using ‘F’ (vau) as the principle factor 6 we find 56 + 6 + 19=81 (a lunar number). Other equations include 56-6-19=31.
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56x6-19=317 [3+1+7=11]. Now by taking the first half of the equation alone=
56+6=62 (Healing). 56-6=50 (The number of the gates of Binah, also, letter nun, and therefore Death in the Tarot). 56x6=336 [336-3=333 Choronzon]. But most interestingly: 56 divided by 6= 9.3333333 [93=Thelema, Agape etc and 333 (Choronzon) or 333+333=666].
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By the second half of the equation, we find 19+6=25 (5x5, the pentagram in action and the pentagram is the symbol of Hadit). 19-6=13 (AChAD, AHBH). 19x6=114 (DMO a tear and the age of Christian Rosencreutz. Also 114-3+111), but like before, the most interesting appears with division: 19 divided by 6= 3.1666667 [31 LA & AL etc and 666 is the Beast ThRION and 667 is the Scarlet Woman by Greek gematria].
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<strong>22. I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.</strong>
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There is no sin but restriction – by the strength of the individual will all things that give joy and pleasure are to be indulged as long as the initiate remains the master of all.
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<strong>23. I am alone: there is no God where I am.</strong>
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GOD=3+70+4=77 (OZ) [7x11]. Also 3+6+4=13 (taking ‘O’ as vau).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>24. Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.</strong>
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Hermits not in the usual sense for they do not live in seclusion practicing a life of devotion as monks of old, they stride the world, strong and noble, the Light of Love radiating outwards in all directions.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>25. Ye are against the people, O my chosen!</strong>
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26. I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.</strong>
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The Serpent is the Kundalini, a sexual energy that rises up the spine to flourish in the mystic union with the Ajna, symbolic of the pentagram and the hexagram, the union of matter and spirit or man and God.
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27. There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.</strong>
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<strong>2</strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>8. Now a curse upon Because and his kin!</strong>
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KIN=20+10+50=80.
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<strong>29. May Because be accursed for ever!</strong>
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30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.</strong>
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In its simplest form all actions which are not acted out of Love under will fail to manifest as a result of inertia and lack of interest, thus the will has been reduced to ‘slave’ and not the ‘master’ as it should be.
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<strong>31. If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.
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32. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.
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33. Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!
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34. But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!
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35. Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty!
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36. There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times.
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37. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!</strong>
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12th August. [Crowley married Rose Kelly at Dingwall in Scotland on this date in 1903].
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38. A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law.</strong>
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8, 9 & 10 April, beginning at midday. [Crowley received the Law of Thelema on these days in the year 1904, between the hours of midday and one p.m.].
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<strong>39. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet--secret, O Prophet!</strong>
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A secret feast known only to initiates!
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<strong>40. A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods.</strong>
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The Invocation of Horus: 20th March, the Equinox of the Gods. [The beginning of the Thelemic New Year].
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<strong>41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!</strong>
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Fire= puberty for a boy. Water= puberty for a girl. Feast for life= birth, and a Feast for death is ‘death’ also known as the ‘greater feast’. Feasts are joyous occasions and a time to celebrate the events in a Thelemite’s journey through life; death is not the end and it is not a time for sadness and mourning.
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<strong>42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture!
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43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight!
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44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.
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45. There is death for the dogs.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?</strong>
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FAIL=6+1+10+30=47 [4+7=11].
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<strong>47. Where I am these are not.
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48. Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.</strong>
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To pity an individual is to cause shame and to create weakness, which stirs the ego into action and divides the ‘one thing from the other’; this can develop into a delusion of a hierarchy of opposition and will against will. Therefore, it is better to ‘strike hard’ and let the fallen, fall.
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<strong>49. I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg. )</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">AMEN=AMN=91. The ‘4’ is the four elements and the ‘fifth’ is the fifth element of ‘spirit’. Damned suggests Hell (HLL=65).
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<strong>50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green.</strong>
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<strong>51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.
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52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.
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53. Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.</strong>
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Crowley overcame many difficult obstacles throughout his life and much pain and so the word ‘sorrow’ does apply to the prophet and as for his falling that is a matter of opinion.
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<strong>54. Nor shall they who cry aloud their folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they are the slaves of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the letters? change them not in style or value!</strong>
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WILT=6+10+30+9=55
(1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10=55, the Mystic number of Malkuth).
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<strong>55. Thou shalt obtain the order & value of the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new symbols to attribute them unto.
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56. Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.
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57. He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.
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58. Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty.
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59. Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.</strong>
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KING=20+10+50+3=83 [8+3=11]. HIM=5+10+40=55.
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<strong>60. Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!
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61. There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light undesired, most desirable.</strong>
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<strong>62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.
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63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fullness of the inspiration; the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell's own worm.
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64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour & rapture! Come in our passionate peace, & write sweet words for the Kings.</strong>
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Oh=6+5=11. WE=6+5=11.
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<strong>65. I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One.
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66. Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whoso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.</strong>
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The verse ends with 6 words: ‘ONE’ 6+50+5=65 and ‘NONE’ 50+6+50+5=111 [the difference between one and none is death (50, the letter nun and ‘death; in the Tarot).
BED=2+5+4=11.
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<strong>67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!
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68. Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep -- die!</strong>
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DIE=4+10+5=19.
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<strong>69. Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?</strong>
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Crowley’s consciousness returns believing that the writing is finished.
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<strong>70. There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!</strong>
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‘Eight and ninety’: 8= Cheth, the charioteer and 90= Tzaddi, the Emperor.
‘SPELLS’ by the Tarot= XIV+XVI+XVII+VIII+VIII+XIV=77 (7x11) OZ [Baphomet].
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71. But exceed! exceed!
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72. 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.</strong>
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The Thelemite must endure all forms of experiences be they painful or pleasurable to test the limitations of the will and ‘exceed’ beyond one’s expectations. The nature of the god Hadit is to be in motion and not remain inert for inertia is the great destroyer of the self; the will must aspire to continual growth through the practice of new experiences and the process of ‘refining’ and ‘exceeding’ those experiences.
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<strong>73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee.
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74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.
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75. Aye! listen to the numbers & the words:</strong>
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The sentence seems to suggest that the numbers and words in verse </span><span style="color: black;">76 have a hidden oral cipher.
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76. 4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow thee: he shall expound it. But remember, o chosen one, to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word.</strong>
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LOVE=30+70+6+5=111.
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<span style="color: black;">‘GLAD’ word= Glad by the Tarot= II+VIII+O+III=13 [AChad (unity) & AHBH (love). 13 is also 31 reversed. Glad = 3+30+1+4=38 (3+8=11). 38x11+418.
‘WORD’ by the Tarot= V+XV+XIX+III=42.
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<span style="color: black;">Glad word= 13+42=55 [5x11, the pentagram and the number of Magick. 55 is the mystic number of Malkuth].
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<strong>77. O be thou proud and mighty among men!</strong>
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‘O be’=70+2+5=77 (Oz etc) also, 6+2+5=13 (AHBH, AChAD…)
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78. Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and the name of thy house 418.</strong>
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‘house 418’= Boleskine House on the banks of Loch Ness in Scotland where Crowley began the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage. GODS=3+70+4+60=137 [1+3+7=11] Boleskine=BVLShKIN=2+6+30+300+20+10+50= 418.
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LIFT= 30+10+6+9=55.
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<strong>79. The end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship to the prophet of the lovely Star!</strong>
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‘Star’ by the Tarot= XIV+XI+O+XIX=44 (DM, blood).</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE KING GHOST</span>
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The King-Ghost is abroad. His spectre legions
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<span style="color: black;">Sweep from their icy lakes and bleak ravines
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<span style="color: black;">Unto these weary and untrodden regions
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<span style="color: black;">Where man lies penned among his Might-have-beens.
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<span style="color: black;">Keep us in safety, Lord,
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<span style="color: black;">What time the King-Ghost is abroad!
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<span style="color: black;">The King-Ghost from his grey malefic slumbers
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<span style="color: black;">Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain.
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<span style="color: black;">He marshals the innumerable numbers
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<span style="color: black;">Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain.
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<span style="color: black;">Keep us, for Jesu's sake,
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<span style="color: black;">What time the King-Ghost is awake!
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<span style="color: black;">The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten;
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<span style="color: black;">Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe;
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<span style="color: black;">Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten
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<span style="color: black;">And deeds undared his sceptre, sword and globe.
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<span style="color: black;">Keep us, O Mary maid,
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<span style="color: black;">What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed!
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<span style="color: black;">The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions;
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<span style="color: black;">Clanks all that melancholy host of bones;
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<span style="color: black;">Fate's principalities and Death's dominions
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<span style="color: black;">Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones.
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<span style="color: black;">Keep us, dear God, from ill,
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<span style="color: black;">What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill.
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<span style="color: black;">The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling;
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<span style="color: black;">No scent but death's grown faint and fugitive;
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<span style="color: black;">No light but this their leprous pallor battling
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<span style="color: black;">Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live?
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<span style="color: black;">O keep us in the hour
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<span style="color: black;">Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power!
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<span style="color: black;">The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures,
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<span style="color: black;">My dreams of old that never saw the sun.
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<span style="color: black;">He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features,
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<span style="color: black;">The twin fiends "Might-have-been" and "Should-have-done".
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<span style="color: black;">Keep us, by Jesu's ruth,
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<span style="color: black;">What time the King-Ghost grins the truth!
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<span style="color: black;">The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature;
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<span style="color: black;">For in this pool of tears his fingers fret
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<span style="color: black;">I had imagined, by enduring nature,
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<span style="color: black;">The twin gods "Thus-will-I" and "May-be-yet".
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<span style="color: black;">God, keep us most from ill,
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<span style="color: black;">What time the King-Ghost grips the will!
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<span style="color: black;">Silver and rose and gold what flame resurges?
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<span style="color: black;">What living light pours forth in emerald waves?
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<span style="color: black;">What inmost Music drowns the clamorous dirges?
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<span style="color: black;">Shrieking they fly, the King-Ghost and his slaves.
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<span style="color: black;">Lord, let Thy Ghost indwell,
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<span style="color: black;">And keep us from the power of Hell!
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<span style="color: black;">Amen.
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<span style="color: black;">[from ‘Gargoyles’ 1907. The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley. Volume iii]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">HER WITCHCRAFT</span>
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<span style="color: black;">All this artful energy is divine, and legend -
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<span style="color: black;">Never a watched moment lost in tenderness; </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Never the ghostly whisper of your gentle kiss, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Always the sweet surrender of the damned! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Look! Our frail past eclipsed by time; </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Our meanings shouldered far away...they grew
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<span style="color: black;">Under our heartache, pushed past their prime...
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<span style="color: black;">Inside, I knew, that fateful day, I knew
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<span style="color: black;">Something stupid was summoned which closed our eyes; </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Eyes drawn by exhaustion at the dread end game, </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Making no sense at the mountain growth of lies...
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<span style="color: black;">And in this, I carefully erased your sacred name: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">You have drowned me in your crafted world of pagan joys!
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<span style="color: black;"><em>By Connie Lingus</em> </span></div>
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His Phallus, like the Rose of Hell,
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<span style="color: black;">Silent beneath his robe, would swell
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<span style="color: black;">On scent of ____, his Horus Eye
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<span style="color: black;">Would tremble and look to the sky;
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<span style="color: black;">And like a sword within his hands,
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<span style="color: black;">Made oceans of the desert sands!
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<span style="color: black;">His foam did shake the sacred tomb
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<span style="color: black;">Of the Scarlet Woman’s rosy womb
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<span style="color: black;">And blessed her with the Demon Seed:
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt, remained his creed!
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His purple-headed wand, aflame
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<span style="color: black;">With sin, he’ll shove it into shame
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<span style="color: black;">And stir the pit of Hell. The true
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<span style="color: black;">Horror of his Devil’s Brew
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<span style="color: black;">Strikes the Heart, speeds like Cocaine
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<span style="color: black;">From the Anus to the Brain!
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And he would _____ his way through sin
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<span style="color: black;">To reach the end, and begin again!
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<span style="color: black;">His ______ was sacred, and his _____
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<span style="color: black;">Is drank like wine in the Abyss!
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<span style="color: black;">A Man; a God: they serve him still:
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will!
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Friday 1st July. LBR. 10.30 a.m. Fabric Vision: I had images of many rooms in a
large house, each one like a photograph showing the furniture, ornaments and
decorations. This lasted a long time and continued on to the second vision: I
was beneath the blankets in bed; I was aware of who I am and where I am and the
time etc. Then a strong blue light (LVX) filled my consciousness, even lighter
than daylight. I had to ask myself: ‘Where am I?’ Yet I knew I was in a dark
room, with my eyes closed, under the blanket. The blue light was of a ‘fabric’
nature, soft and penetrating. Patterned above and below and all around – like a
room completely covered in material, with no corners, no joins and no roof or
floor etc, it was just one expanse of surface. I remained in full control throughout
and could travel wherever I wished to go and examine whatever I wished to see.
The light was overwhelming and the sun seemed to pale by comparison. There is
some link between these visions I call ‘fabric’.<br />
Saturday 2nd July. LBR. 02.29 a.m. T. O=O the Hierophant; to keep the secrets
etc and the mysteries of the Order spoken by the candidate P.A.A.A.<br />
02.38 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on Yesod. A hot night. Mantra: A.M.P.H. I
stimulate Yesod using the expansion and contraction technique I discovered. Very
good. Dharana on Horus in Ajna – my hands completely disappeared. I put my
hands on my head: thumbs over ears; first finger over eyes, second fingers on
nostrils, third and fourth fingers over mouth. Ida and Pingala [in through
Pingala] good. I felt as if I were some sort of breathing mechanism. I could
hear the heart beating and the air entering and leaving the lungs. At the end I
felt a terrific joy at the intricate workings of the human body. The work ended
at 03.08 a.m. and I focused the ‘Eye of Horus’ in the Pyramid with the Solar
Blaze in my Ajna into sleep. Duration of asana= 30 minutes.<br />
Sunday 3rd July. LBR. 02.05 a.m. T. O=O the Hierophant and the
circumambulations – Kerux bars the way, purification with water and
consecration with fire.<br />
02.15 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on knees. Mantra: A.M.P.H. [in active and
passive form, i.e. sound=10 minutes, and silence=10 minutes]. A few breaks. I
noticed a rocking motion was set up as if I were upon a boat on a vast ocean,
also some small spasms or jerks. Mantra good. My hands disappeared. The weather
is hot yet I trembled as my body became rigid. Breathing good, although stomach
not completely empty. I ended at 02.44 a.m. Duration of asana=29 minutes.<br />
Tuesday 5th July. LBR. 02.58 a.m. T. O=O continues. Very low emotionally.<br />
Wednesday 6th July. LBR. 02.42 a.m. T. O=O purification and consecration –
enter the east (Hexagram and altar).<br />
09.10 a.m. Eucharistos. <br />
Friday 8th July. LBR. ‘John St John’: day three. [Equinox vol I]. 6.00-7.05
p.m.<br />
Saturday 9th July. LBR. 02.15 a.m. T. O=O at the altar. Go to the east ‘Khabs
Am Pekht’ etc.<br />
02.25 a.m. Asana: Thunderbolt. Pranayama: Puraka=10, Kumbhaka=10, Rechaka=10,
Kumbhaka=10. Good. I increased it to 11/11/11/11. Also good. I was on the edge
of consciousness and began to sweat, but I only managed two cycles of this.
Mantra: A.M.P.H. Body completely rigid. Stimulate Muladhara [Yesod]. Chakra. I
felt the fire (solar) energy rise from Yesod and the water (lunar) energy
entering through Kether, and descending into Tiphereth, where it conjoined with
the fire to form the Hexagram [the downward pointing triangle meeting the
upward pointing triangle or the Macrocosm and the Microcosm]<br />
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Yoni: Male=Sun/ Female=Moon<br />
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Kether: Male=Moon/ Female=Sun<br />
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The Shiva and Shakti or the Sun/Moon symbolism of the Beast and Babalon
conjoined.<br />
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The Hexagram remained in Tiphereth. I placed the R.C. in Ajna which was also
quite good but a little difficult due to outside disturbances. I ended at 02.45
a.m. Duration of asana= 20 minutes.<br />
02.48 a.m. Asana: Lotus position. The expansion and contraction of the Solar
Plexus to stimulate Sushumna. End at 03.00 a.m.<br />
09.20 a.m. Asana: Thunderbolt. LBR. Pranayama: Puraka=5, Kumbhaka=10,
Rechaka=20. I could not even manage one cycle of this difficult pranayama.
Stomach empty, very hot and throat dry. Today is the First Day of Judgement
concerning O=O (1).<br />
Monday 11th July. LBR. The Second Day of Judgement in O=O the weighing of the
soul; the death of the man and the birth of the neophyte. I feel as if I am in
some sort of waking Dharana state. It is hard to do normal routines as my life
is examined from within and without! (2) Read ‘John St John’ day three - day
five [Equinox vol I] 5.40-6.30 p.m. ‘Temple of Solomon’ [Equinox vol I number
iv] 6.30-7.15 p.m. The ‘Yogas’ and the ‘Mudras’ 7.18-725 pm. ‘Maya Mudra’
[Equinox IV ‘Solomon’]<br />
Asana; stimulate Yoni – pulsating began in Yoni and ascended into Sushumna
thence to Tiphereth, then Daath, then Ajna (pulsing at the back of the skull)
which became a little painful. Sweating intensely (more than in the usual
pranayama). Very hot outside. Stomach quite empty. 8.35 pm. in the Hanged Man
position. Mantra: A.M.P.H. into Solar Plexus – the body began jerking soon
afterwards. I counted four major jerks. My tongue was very dry and sticking to
the roof of my mouth; my hands were vibrating behind my head. I expanded and
contracted consciousness by breathing – darkness like a large lung inflating
and deflating. Very hot! I ended at 8.55 p.m.<br />
Tuesday 12th July. LBR. The Third Day of Judgement in O=O. I intended to do
some work concerning O=O but physical manifestations persist in stopping me. I
am unable to work because judgement continues which yes is frustrating but also
necessary!<br />
01.57 a.m. Asana: My position: sitting on left heel, right leg over left thigh.
Chakras. The Kundalini force in the Sushumna, glowing and increasing in
strength. Maya Mudra (Yoni). Pranayama: Puraka=10, Kumbhaka=10, Rechaka=20,
Kumbhaka=10. Sweating. [The original sequence of pranayama was 10/5/20/5 then I
increased Kumbhaka by one for every cycle until it reached 10/10/20/10] Good.
After a while I opened my physical eyes and felt a terrible disgust for wasting
my time in all of this – obviously an ‘Apophis’ of I.A.O. and part of the
continuing judgement (3). I ended at 02.40 a.m. Duration=43 minutes. Very hot. <br />
09.15-09.20 a.m. Pranayama: 10/10/20/10. I did six cycles of this. Very hot
again! Stomach empty and mouth dry. 91 degrees today. [Note LBR at the start of
each day includes: the Pentagram, the Hexagram and the Star Ruby Ritual].<br />
4.50-6.10 p.m. ‘John St John’ day five - day eight [Equinox vol I]<br />
6.10-6.25 p.m. G.D. ‘Bornless Ritual’ (also Liber Samekh).<br />
Thursday 14th July. LBR. The Fifth day of Judgement in O=O. I am still not
being allowed to proceed with O=O.<br />
02.52 a.m. I was content to learn the secret signs and steps etc till 03.04
a.m.<br />
Friday 15th July. LBR. The Sixth Day of Judgement in O=O. ‘John St John’ day
eight - day ten [Equinox I] 5.40-6.25 p.m. The Magickal Retirement by G.H. O.M.
7=4 (Oct 1908. Paris), Magick and Confessions and G.D (O=O).<br />
Saturday 16th July. LBR. The Seventh Day of Judgement in O=O. 02.45 a.m. T. O=O
I attempted the ‘Purification and Consecration’ but had to stop at 02.50 a.m.
as I am still not being allowed to proceed any further, no matter how much I
desire to. Physical obstacles have been placed in my way. I am still under
judgement!<br />
10.00 a.m. Pranayama: 10/5/20/5. I increased this to 10/10/20/10 by the
previous method of 12th July. Hot in Asana: Legs crossed, hands together in
Muladhara, to erase the thought of ‘breathing in’ which seems to work. I ended
the work at 10.09 a.m. Stomach empty, dry and hot. Tired. I was reluctant to do
any work but I forced myself to.<br />
10.20. Eucharistos. There are further hampering concerning O=O; something is
determined to hinder my work!<br />
Sunday 17th July. LBR. The Eighth Day of Judgement in O=O. 09.00 a.m. ‘The
Final Ordeal’ concerning O=O – The night is over! I have come through! I was
insulted and degraded by every form of humiliation during this dark night of my
soul – the last judgement! I was lying in a dark chamber and I was pestilence,
plague and famine. I was spat upon; I was gnawed at by rats until my flesh fell
from me – I cried unto the Lord of the Universe: ‘Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabacthani!’
[My God, My God, Why hast Thou forsaken me!] And I was led from the chamber, up
a wooden ladder and into the sunlight – ‘Quit the night and seek the day!’ The
struggle with the will lasted the whole night, until judgement was over and I
came through. I had no choice in the matter and there was no evading it; I had
put certain things into action by my will and the outcome would occur with or
without me, but I had no choice this night as to my attendance and I am able to
continue with the O=O in the final section. The grade hath been bestowed upon
me! (4)<br />
09.03 a.m. T. O=O the ‘circumambulations’ to the end of the opening. Ended at
09.19 a.m. on the Eighth Day of Judgement, Sunday 17th July 1994 e.v. [the
ninetieth year in the Aeon of Horus] in the Valley of the Second City, (5). The
secret password was that discovered at the Vernal Equinox, whose number was
227: Vau – Aleph – Beth – Resh – Yod – Cheth [2+2+7=11 the number of Magick].<br />
09.20-09.35 a.m. Asana: Hanged Man.<br />
3.50-4.50 p.m. ‘John St John’ day ten to the end [Equinox I]. ‘Confessions’
(Chapter 20) 6.05-6.30 p.m.<br />
Monday 18th July. LBR. At 07.20 a.m. I intended to do an hour of asana and
pranayama with Ida and Pingala but Ida is still very badly blocked.<br />
T. O=O: I began the Closing Ceremony of the O=O at 07.24 a.m. ‘Hekas! Hekas!
Este Bebeloi!’ etc. <br />
The Hierophant: ‘Let the Mystical reverse circumambulations take place, in the
pathway of light’, after Purification and Consecration.<br />
Vision: I met a certain Adept, an Adeptus Minor 5=6, I know not his motto. I
told him of my high aspirations towards the Great Work and he spoke in a very
peculiar manner, saying: ‘Never pay anything back the first time, if you can’t
pay it back the second!’ All of his talk was of this sort of nature; he spoke
in riddles which needed to be thought over. Mantra: A.M.P.H. a few breaks -
Fabric: A stone room, grey, filled with light. Thirty to Forty minutes of the
mantra gave me a headache.<br />
Tuesday 19th July. LBR. My dreams were filled with grotesque phantoms, still
after their pound of flesh! I had to use the LBR to destroy them!<br />
Friday 22nd July. LBR. 09.10 a.m. T. O=O the reverse circumambulation and
adorations facing East. (Ida still blocked).<br />
Saturday 23rd July. LBR. The Final Day of O=O. In the T. (Temple) 07.45 a.m.
the Rose, Fire, Bread, Salt and Cup (elements on the altar) the Closing of the
Temple is at an end and so ends the initiation into the grade of O=O began on
Sunday 15th May 1994 e.v. (6) [An XC] (7) and ending on Saturday 23rd July 1994
e.v. [An XC].<br />
Duration of O=O the Grade of the Neophyte = 69 days.<br />
<br />
69= the number of A....... when spelt with Zamed, which replaces Samekh –
Zamed=7, Samekh= 60. See Chapter 69 in The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.<br />
<br />
<br />
Sunday 24th July. LBR. The strange ‘stigmata’ markings on the forearms have now
completely gone!<br />
02.05 a.m. Asana: legs crossed, facing east. Performed the Star Ruby Ritual.
Chakras. Dharana on Muladhara. Very good – duality, from above: Kether. Also
received vision which I used to know well in childhood, but did not understand!
It is a complete expansion and smothering with no way over, around, under or
through. It is hard to explain. I knew immediately that it was a form of
Dhyana, the beginnings of a partial Samadhi – I have given this vision the name
‘Tortoise’ because the head appears from the protective shell in the same
manner as the vision unfolds. During Chakras, on reaching Daath – the
Vishuddha, my consciousness became filled by discarnate voices, an unknown
source. But I took this to be nothing more than what Crowley describes as
‘telephone conversations’ in ‘John St John’.<br />
Monday 25th July. LBR. 7.00 p.m. Magick: Preliminary Remarks and part III:
Theorums – 8.15 pm.<br />
Tuesday 26th July. LBR. Asana: Lotus position. 02.35-02.50 a.m. Chakras –
Vishuddha. No pain in asana.<br />
07.30 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed. Ida and Pingala [in 10 Ida and out 20 Pingala].
Pingala became blocked at 07.50 a.m. and I had to end. I remained in my asana
and did pranayama: 10/10/10/10. Till 07.55 a.m. [15 cycles]. Stomach empty.
Reading Regardie’s ‘Golden Dawn’ 08.00 a.m. [Formula of O=O grade] end at 08.35
a.m. Duration of asana= 65 minutes.<br />
Wednesday 27th July. LBR. 06.05 a.m. Asana: legs crossed. Mantra: A.M.P.H.
[active and passive, i.e. aloud for 5 minutes and silent for 15 minutes] –
06.25 a.m. I counted five large breaks but still quite well. Stomach empty.<br />
06.35 a.m. Eucharistos. <br />
‘Vision of the Nostoc’ – I witnessed the expulsion of Amritta, or celestial
dew. It was difficult to control but thought seems to stop it by will (and can
retain it). Its nature was of blood, semen, urine and a further principle I
felt to be masculine of a milk-like consistency. I have received the vision
once before, but was unable to understand it at the time. It has a gum consistency
and is neither actually liquid nor solid; it is colourless in appearance but
close investigation reveals red speckles (blood). A little is invigorating but
too much has a sickly taste and can even be harmful. Of course, I gorged myself
on it! It is not sweet and it is not bitter!<br />
<br />
Male: the hidden secretion [HAD]. Positive, Active – symbol of the sun. Shin:
XX<br />
Female: the hidden secretion [NUIT]. Negative, Passive – symbol of the moon.
Teth: XI.<br />
XX+XI=XXXI [31]. These two principles merge to form the symbol of the sun and
the moon conjoined. (8).<br />
Friday 29th July. LBR. 02.45 a.m. LBR and Tatwa: earth. Began well: Diety
vibration – Archangel – Angel. R.C. in Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H.<br />
Saturday 30th July. LBR. 08.00 a.m. Asana: Hanged Man. Tatwa: earth. Began well
again. Fell into terrifying dreams again: the demon is hot on the trail! LVX –
like a lightening flash! There were people in strange costumes, surrounded by
trees and they were clapping in a sacred manner. End at 08.43 a.m.<br />
10.25 a.m.Eucharistos. Very hot.<br />
Sunday 31st July. LBR. Magick part II.<br />
Tuesday 2nd August. LBR. I entered the T. (Temple) in my astral body. Asana:
Legs crossed, hands on knees. Chakras.<br />
Sunday 8th August. I entered the T. In my astral body. I had perfect control of
the form. Chakras. At the heart of Tiphereth, golden and around it the white
flame.<br />
Monday 9th August. LBR. 02.10 a.m. enter the T. In astral body. A blue light
penetrated through the skin. I used the Tatwa of spirit to rise – thought gives
the sensation of feeling (touch). There was an automatic rising when the blue
light touched the skin.<br />
07.20 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Saturday 13th August. LBR. 02.50 a.m. I do not know why but I am having doubts
in magick.<br />
Wednesday 17th August. LBR. 02.05 a.m. The blue light entered the skin and I
willed myself from the rising and concentrated on turning the darkness (inner)
of consciousness into daylight and beyond! Success! I noted later that the
doubts of earlier have all but gone. The magick light seems to flicker in
strength and during weak periods doubts seem to occur. I must continue to work
without lust of result; it is the ‘doing’ that is important!<br />
Monday 22nd August. LBR. Eucharistos: Fabric vision – myself as dead!<br />
Tuesday 23rd August. LBR. 01.55 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed – 02.35 a.m. Rigid
with jerks. Hands and feet disappeared, all inward. Some dark entity spoke the
name of ‘Choronzon’; but I was unafraid. His eyes were burning yellow. I used
my own motto as a mantra: P.A.A.A. which proved effective. I demanded Adni – I
shook all over as if I were being electrocuted: Yesod was positively alive and
pulsing with vibration, in the shape of the Yoni – Sushumna: The downward
pointing triangle of water fused with the upward pointing triangle of fire to
become the hexagram, and it was swift as an arrow! Even through sleep I kept it
and even kept the Tatwa of water in my Ajna for as long as I could.<br />
Thursday 25th August. LBR. 01.55-02.00 Asana: my position. I could not manage
it. I became very emotional and I implored Adni’s forgiveness and to not judge
the brute too harshly (also for my incessant demands of him, especially on
Tuesday 23rd August).<br />
Saturday 27th August. LBR. 02.25 a.m. Asana: Hanged Man. I used the Middle
Pillar Exercise and received a ‘fabric’ vision.<br />
Tuesday 30th August. LBR. Morning Vision: The adept, wearing the robe of the
Neophyte [O=O], with his cat named Jamara. ‘Fabric Vision’: I looked down the
vastness of my body, horizontally in bed, towards my feet – but it was not my
bed and they were not my feet! Also the lighting in the room was all different.
I said ‘this is not real’ and touched my eyes (either astrally or physically)
and everything changed and became normal again, my bed and my feet etc. Equinox
III: Temple of Solomon 6.25-6.50 p.m.<br />
Wednesday 31st August. LBR. 02.15 a.m. Chakras and Dharana on a swinging golden
bell. Two enormous breaks!<br />
Friday 2nd September. LBR. 02.00 a.m. Asana: legs crossed. Invoke Hexagram.
Mantra: A.M.P.H. (no breaks) but had to stop because of pains in my head.<br />
11.45 a.m. Eucharistos. Equinox: Solomon and Magick Liber O.<br />
Saturday 3rd September. LBR. Asana:Legs crossed, 02.20-02.30 a.m. After the
Star Ruby Ritual. Assumption of HPK, vibration good, but lust for result caused
failure! Although the assumption was good!<br />
07.20 a.m. Eucharistos. ‘Fabric’ vision. Emotionally low again.<br />
Monday 5th September. LBR. There are more doubts in magick – the Gods withdraw!<br />
LBR continues through the dark days ahead.<br />
Saturday 10th September. LBR. 02.30 a.m. Asana: Hanged Man. I used the Middle
Pillar Exercise. ‘Fabric’ vision: In my astral form I entered a room which was
bright and very large with lots of glass display cases as one would see in a
museum. I had perfect control of my astral form and could move it in any
direction at will. I looked at the window and saw my reflection repeated many
times in the glass. I looked at one cabinet and saw various leaves and other
objects, all numbered and categorised. I tested myself by looking away, and
then turned to the cabinet again and the same items were there in the same
order. Just then a bell started to ring and I got the distinct feeling I should
return to the physical body, but I noticed lots of sea shells in another
cabinet by the window. The walls were golden and the floor was red. When I
looked out of the window, it was strange, it was a tall building but there were
many reflections of myself, looking at myself which seemed to continue into
infinity.<br />
07.45 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Sunday 11th September. LBR. 02.10 a.m. In my astral I rose vertically into the
air with my hands behind my Muladhara. I entered a golden landscape. I
prolonged the ‘who am I? What am I?’ etc and I said ‘My body is vibrating’ and
it vibrated (just as I had willed it to). I also moved my astral arm from my
physical arm and raised it. It had a texture of its own. It can feel if I will
it to feel or even appear like smoke and travel long distances.<br />
Monday 12th September. LBR. Vision: Walking in a circular motion, beside a
lake. There were a crowd of people in the distance. They were able to see and
pick blue objects from the air, small and round which were swallowed, under
golden trees (I took two but only swallowed one). They seem to give energy, yet
pacify the instincts; they also stop the sun from physically harming one. It
all ended in terror: A woman with blonde hair tore open a man’s chest (active
and passive nature) for she began kissing him. She opened her own chest and
then I came towards them. She thrust her hands into the man’s chest cavity and
scrambled his internal organs with her long finger nails, and began to eat
them! I ran and as I looked back the woman had become a large cat like a
leopard and she sat beside the man, licking at his insides as a cat licks at a
tray of cat food.<br />
Tuesday 13th September. LBR. Blackness filled by thunder cracks (green and
red). I find Puraka maintains the green light and Rechaka maintains the red,
through a sort of merging. The colours fill the blackness so that I can’t form
a single image – interrupted by distractions outside so had to end.<br />
Saturday 17th September. LBR. 07.30 a.m. Eucharistos. 08.00 a.m. ‘Fabric’
vision: unmentionable yet it concerned the ‘Nostoc’.<br />
Sunday 18th September. LBR. 02.00 a.m. Work interrupted by outside
distractions.<br />
Tuesday 20th September. LBR. 02.20 a.m. Middle Pillar Exercise. Chakras. I
began well but my mind was a jumble of images I could not control, and so
ended.<br />
Thursday 22nd September. LBR. 09.00 a.m. Eucharistos. The eve of the Autumn
Equinox and doubts are returning!<br />
Saturday 24th September. LBR. 02.00 a.m. Middle Pillar Exercise. Chakras.
Doubts.<br />
Sunday 25th September. LBR. 02.10 a.m. I entered the astral body. Very good -
duality. I came upon a bronze city, and there was a bronze old man with a beard
to welcome me. But how can I live up to my motto P.A.A.A.? I am ashamed to call
myself a neophyte! I have strayed!<br />
08.45 a.m. Fire Tatwa. Quite good.<br />
Wednesday 28th September. LBR. 09.10 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Saturday 1st October. LBR. 02.25 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Instead of fixing my
concentration on the centre (Hadit) I concentrated to the side (or
circumference) of it (Nuit); difficult to express in words, but I never had it
to the front of my consciousness (9). The blue light descended upon me,
phosphorescent in its nature, almost gaseous. Instead of rising vertically in
my astral body, I ‘rose’ horizontally and forwards. I felt a tremendous rush of
air as I travelled at a much swifter pace than vertically.<br />
09.25 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Sunday 2nd October. LBR. Chakras. I concentrated upon the spinning Chakra
wheels, the motion releasing a great surge of energy. I rose in my body of
light, as in yesterday’s practice, only this time I travelled sideways in the
horizontal – ‘I’m to the left of me! I’m under me! I’m over me! [On thinking of
my earth form the air form became very transparent, as if its energy were being
diverted to the earth form etc]. The air form began to be pulled back towards
the earth form, unconsciously which was difficult to resist – thus why the
training of the mind and the strengthening of the will is of such importance!
Yoga=Magick!<br />
Thursday 6th October. LBR. 11.50 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Tuesday 11th October. LBR. Premonition concerning the death of a family member
(10).<br />
Wednesday 12th October. LBR. The Birth of the Beast.<br />
Thursday 13th October. LBR. No matter what I do something always brings me back
to magick, no matter how lazy I am. Physical signs appear constantly as a
reminder of the G.W. (Great Work) and of the serious implications of breaking
the oath. Reading ‘Magick’ 9-10.50 p.m.<br />
Sunday 16th October. LBR. 02.30 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. quite good.<br />
09.25 a.m. Eucharistos. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 09.30-09.55 a.m. [only two major
breaks, I heard some words: ‘the Queen of the East’ (11)].<br />
Tuesday 18th October. LBR. I had a vision which I can only relate as something
similar to Crowley’s ‘Star Sponge’ vision (12). I saw Hadit swallowed by Nuit,
and the beautiful blue of her vestments. The stars and the galaxies were all
moving and exploding like one enormous organism, forming in clusters as if I
were an insignificant amoeba in the great Pacific Ocean. There were no breaks
during the vision. Towards its end a large eye appeared and it cried dew as it
blinked – [The eye of Horus, or the eye of Shiva] I was unable to remove this
eye from my consciousness, no matter what I did, until it went freely. Time was
immaterial but I was earthbound again at 02.30 a.m.<br />
Thursday 20th October. LBR. 02.15 a.m. The blue light was upon me and it was
pulsing. I rose in my astral body. I heard a sound in my ear (not the nada)
which increased in volume and tone. I used the mantra: A.M.P.H. and found
myself that is my body of light, downstairs with no recollection of time in any
natural form. A magnetic force was reacting with my astral body and controlling
where it travelled to. I immediately flew (more like I was flung) into a corner
by a small window, and then again into the opposite corner and then to the
centre of the room. My right leg began to raise with a will of its own it
seemed. I could do nothing to stop it from rising (I was unaware of it at first
until I noticed it happening). The leg was as light as a feather!<br />
Saturday 22nd October. LBR. 03.28 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. An exercise concerning
Liber Berashith [Magick – Liber Thisharb].<br />
Sunday 23rd October. LBR. 02.30 a.m. God-Head: Osiris Risen – partial success.
I was disturbed.<br />
08.45 a.m. Eucharistos. Reading Magick 06.30-08.15 a.m. Rising on the planes.
Liber O and Liber Samech: Preliminary Invocation.<br />
Monday 24th October. LBR. Gematria (777) 6.50-10.20 p.m.<br />
Tuesday 25th October. LBR. 02.10 a.m. The earth body and the body of light
conjoined in the form of H.P.K. [Hoor-Paar-Kraat]. I used the sign of the
Enterer to return. The form was robed as in the Golden Dawn Neophyte grade.
Purification and consecration of the Circle. The Invocation of H.P.K. God-Head
02.55 a.m.<br />
Thursday 27th October. LBR. 02.10 a.m. I entered the Temple in my astral form
using the previous formula of H.P.K. Instead of doing it slowly I did it at a
quicker pace with good results. The rising was good, in fact much better. My
hands and feet became almost nonexistent!<br />
Saturday 29th October. LBR. 08.30 a.m. ‘Fabric’ vision concerning the ‘future
of man’. I stood on a metal tiled floor and was surrounded by uniforms of black
and red, which were metallic in appearance.<br />
Sunday 30th October. LBR. 02.30 a.m. I entered the Temple and Invoked Earth in
the form of Set Fighting. Very good. <br />
Monday 31st October. LBR. Midnight: the Enterer in the form of H.P.K. –
Initiation to East!<br />
Tuesday 1st November. LBR. 03.05 a.m. I entered the Temple. Asana: Legs
crossed. 03.15 a.m. Chakras: Ajna, eyes appeared open, not the earth eyes but
the astral eyes. I used the form of H.P.K. Tatwa: Fire of Earth (triangle
within a square). End at 03.45 a.m.<br />
I was awoken at an early hour to find myself in the arms of an elemental – it
was of the blue light and how it struggled on my waking to find it. It was male
in appearance, and almost seemed quite Greek or Roman, but it was not
warrior-like at all, in fact quite passive. It became a tiger cub and then it
turned aggressive, snapping at me. Also on waking I had a distinct feeling I
was being watched.<br />
Wednesday 2nd November. LBR. 02.05 a.m. In my astral form – duality! Mantra:
A.M.P.H. Robed and earthy. Dharana on the Lamen. The form was transparent with
bare feet.<br />
Thursday 3rd November. LBR. I entered the Temple. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on
Solar Plexus. 02.30 a.m. After performing the Star Ruby Ritual. Stomach empty.
I rose in the astral body. Mantra: A.M.P.H. also used the ‘Barbarous Names of
Invocation’. My arms and lower parts of my body seemed to appear in the
distance, on entering Kether [Kether of Malkuth]. End at 03.50 a.m. Duration of
asana= 1 hour, 20 minutes.<br />
<br />
08.30 a.m.:<br />
O=Yoni<br />
Triangle (point upwards) = Heru-Ra-Ha [R.H.K. and H.P.K.]<br />
I= Summit – Mount Abiegnus.<br />
<br />
Pranayama: 10/10/10/10/ 09.00-09.05 a.m. Difficult to do so I changed it to:
Puraka= 10, Kumbhaka= 10, Rechaka= 10 (09.05-09.20 a.m.)<br />
09.50 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Friday 4th November. LBR. The date of the Equinox of the Gods physically makes
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<i>[in reverse: I.A.O.= O the Void. A the Pyramid. I the Summit].</i><br />
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The brain distracted by sleepless sight,<br />
And the body beaten day and night;<br />
Blown about like seeds in flight:<br />
Damn the darkness, pray for light!<br />
Tear down the temple and torch the tomb -<br />
Eyes that spy within the gloom...<br />
O Saint, O Saviour, this storm of love,<br />
Aches with pain - I follow Thee!<br />
<br />
Master, whether Thou knewest me,<br />
My life, my love, is one long spree,<br />
To taste, and touch, and follow Thee<br />
Through barren desert and holy sea!<br />
Upon my boat, a prayer, a word<br />
Lingers dull in strength, though heard,<br />
And demon pangs upon my helm:<br />
Accursed, I follow Thee!<br />
<br />
In the battle of the blackest will<br />
Are endless dark gods of infernal<br />
Incantations - the Mage is still,<br />
Ravished by the midnight madrigal.<br />
And in the words, the heart resounds<br />
To damnation's desire, it pounds -<br />
Destroy false gods and ceaseless, hunt<br />
To an end - I follow Thee!<br />
<br />
Fill the heart of the savage, pray,<br />
Prostrate thyself let no-self stay,<br />
And at the dread hour, turn away -<br />
Strike hard at midnight, force and slay<br />
The earth-born, and destroy the soul,<br />
And from the void, depart, no whole;<br />
Form an image in thy mind,<br />
And in that image - follow Me!<br />
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Spectral lights about me, glow,<br />
As if to point which way to go;<br />
And starlight's uninterrupted flow<br />
Lies like white flowers in the snow!<br />
Lift thy gaze and kiss my lips,<br />
Where the blood of the Saviour drips -<br />
My Master, cloaked in mystery -<br />
Dark this love! - I follow Thee!<br />
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Stop a while and stay with me;<br />
Forget all thoughts of the soul's journey,<br />
Look to yourself - from thine infancy,<br />
The Light has long been there with thee!<br />
Higher, towards that golden veil,<br />
With steadfast steps upon the trail,<br />
And see the wise man and the fool<br />
As guardians of eternity!<br />
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Duty, for duty's sake - error of way:<br />
Count my tongue and the words I will not say!<br />
With the heart and head eclipsed, time now to pray<br />
And blessings be poured forth on thee this day!<br />
And as known, thy mortal self has died,<br />
Forever now a part of the eye within the void!<br />
Divine, eternal, a star cast in the night;<br />
A flame within the chamber of the heart that's burning bright!<br />
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Yet, beyond this, yea, still lies your goal:<br />
Sink into black thought, let consciousness roll<br />
Over the embers of your uplifted soul,<br />
Like a sea of 'no space' on the shore of 'no whole'!<br />
And in this, doubt is conquered and rid<br />
To that vast self, the eye in the pyramid -<br />
Naked, you stand, the battle's near won -<br />
Your sweet soul swiftly to Babalon!<br />
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Poor Pharaoh, blinded, his sight hath fled<br />
And the Rose dripped blood on reaching God-head;<br />
Even the Chiefs and the Saints have bled,<br />
Staining the Cup, deep ruby-red!<br />
No-self and not-being, gave all to become it -<br />
O wonder of wonders - the eye on the summit!<br />
Nothingness governed by nothingness - see,<br />
There is no Law but Love, within me!<br />
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[Eye in the Void, i.e. ‘I’ in the word ‘Vo(i)d’.<br />
Eye in the Pyramid, i.e. ‘I’ in the word ‘Pyram(i)d’. (Obviously Horus).<br />
Eye on the Summit, i.e. ‘I’ in the word ‘Summ(i)t’].<br />
Notice: A(i)n, Had(i)t, Nu(i)t, Ra-Hoor-Khu(i)t, etc.<br />
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Is(i)s Apoph(i)s
Osir(i)s
I=Yod=10 (1+0) Sephiroth.<br />
Birth Death
Resurrection<br />
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Sunday 6th November. LBR. 02.25 a.m. Entered the Temple – mountain peaks
encrusted with snow! A golden sky! [Hands on Solar Plexus] asana: Legs crossed
but somehow became un-crossed without my being aware of it. End at 03.00 a.m.<br />
Monday 7th November. LBR. I am tempted to do an evocation from the Goetia just
to make things interesting!<br />
Tuesday 8th November. LBR. 02.20 a.m. I entered the Temple after performing the
Star Ruby Ritual. I formulated the astral, but could not get the damn ‘rising
on the planes’ right. Chakras were good. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Symbol of Air and the
God-form Shu (I used the Tatwa of Air). Ended at 02.55 a.m.<br />
Wednesday 9th November. LBR. 09.10 a.m. I entered the Pentagram of Earth in the
body of light, after invoking (vibrating) the names etc. I came upon a
landscape where the grass was golden and there were hills and mounds and trees.
I saw a gnomic figure that came towards me. I tested him with the Earth
Pentagram and the vibration of the names – at this he grew in size. I did the
H.P.K. and he shrivelled and vanished. A female beckoned to me from her mound.
She had a white face with large almond shaped eyes which were half the size of
her whole face. She resisted from telling me her name and we sat in her ‘hovel’
staring at each other. She was sat at a table and she said: ‘you wish to make
union?’ I resisted the voluptuous creature but she got the better of me and she
wrinkled into an old hag: I banished her and she shrivelled. I left her hovel
and saw a male figure. I made the sign of H.P.K. to him. He did it back to me
and walked away laughing to himself. Then I met a young boy, I did the sign of
the Earth Pentagram and vibrated the correct names etc, followed by the sign of
H.P.K. I asked him who he is and where he is from. He replied ‘my name is
Aragon and I am of the earth’. He asked me what I desired to know and I said
‘all there is of this world!’ He said ‘that cannot be done!’ but he said he would
show me something. He then showed me a black box (but would not say what it was
or what it was used for). He said ‘there is a greater mystery to learn first
and the two will show you how!’ The box: my astral hand went straight through
it and I could not touch it. He held it and said ‘you are unable to hold it
because your form is not sufficiently developed’. I tested this by touching the
boy’s shoulders – he was solid to my touch. I then thanked him for he had no
more to show me and I returned to the Pentagram. I entered the physical and
performed the banishing rituals. On rising from this I felt as if someone was
trying to tell me something, I also heard a voice say: ‘houses, bricks, they
are nearly for ever – at least one’s lifetime! And then the grave is forever –
at least one’s death-time!’ [I did not like this phrase ‘death-time’].<br />
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12.55 p.m. I checked the numerations of ‘Aragon’:<br />
A=1<br />
R=200<br />
A=1<br />
G=3<br />
O=6 (or 70)<br />
N=50 (or 700)<br />
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1+200+1+3+6+50=261=Obligation, Abomination [2+6+1=9].<br />
1+200+1+3+70+50=325=Mars spirit Bartzabal and Graphial; Intelligence of Mars
[3+2+5=10].<br />
1+200+1+3+6+700=911=hell of Tiphereth; Beginning. [9+1+1=11] seems more
correct.<br />
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Other possibilities: ARAGONH=266; ARAGN=255; ARAGNH=260, ARGN=275 or 904;
ARGNH=279.<br />
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Friday 11th November. LBR. XIth second, XIth minute, XIth hour, XIth day, XIth
month.<br />
Tuesday 15th November. LBR. 02.10 a.m. Formulate the astral body. Mantra:
A.M.P.H. I received a sound in my ears, internal but it sounded external. I
entered a deep state of consciousness, which happens when I receive such
sounds.<br />
Wednesday 16th November. LBR. ‘Fabric’ vision. It was unsought and difficult to
control, though I was fully aware of my position etc. I saw an image of myself
– vile, vulgar and degenerate. There was a deep sense of shock and then I saw a
vision of the ‘Nostoc’: Two adepts were emitting jets (plumes) of gold – seen
within a circle, as if skrying in a pool of ink. [Note, the Solar Current has
been in my possession for xiii days].<br />
Thursday 17th November. LBR. Dharana on naval. Contraction= duality and with
the duality the astral body appears before me, like a reflection. Expansion,
returns to normality. No breaks: 02.05-02.13 a.m. Reading Crowley’s
‘Moonchild’.<br />
Friday 18th November. LBR. Solar Current xv days.<br />
Saturday 19th November. LBR. Tired, but I continue work with astral form and
Dharana on naval.<br />
Tuesday 22nd November. LBR. Chakras – luminous ‘fireballs’ – kundalini.<br />
Friday 25th November. LBR. I made an oath to make experiments concerning
‘breaks’ with the morning asana study. Solar Current xxii days.<br />
Saturday 26th November. LBR. 02.40-03.00 a.m. Asana: My position [Pan]. Mantra:
A.M.P.H. [Active (aloud) = 10 minutes, passive (silent) = 10 minutes]. There
was a change in my consciousness, an electrical ‘buzzing’. If only I had gone
further with the A.M.P.H. I feel I would have achieved my aim. ‘Breaks’ began
on this day and will be shown in a table in due course.<br />
Sunday 27th November. LBR. 02.18 a.m. Dharana on tip of tongue – duality.
Mantra: A.M.P.H. (which I had to use to control the mind), end 02.38 a.m. Solar
Current xxiv days.<br />
Tuesday 29th November. LBR. 02.18 a.m. Chakras – third, face to face (not
lusting after results). Mantra: A.M.P.H. near unbroken through sleep.<br />
Wednesday 30th November. LBR. 02.10 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. (uneven), I tried to
keep it flowing through sleep but too active and I can’t pin it down!<br />
Thursday 1st December. LBR. The Hexagram, rising and falling through the
Chakras, I fixed it in the Ajna – white state – whooshing like a foaming
waterfall. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 02.05-02.25 a.m. Crowley’s Greater Feast and the
end of the Solar Current on the xxviii day.<br />
10.12. a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Friday 2nd December. LBR. 01.47 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. into sleep.<br />
Saturday 3rd December. LBR. 02.44 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. [I woke early and
quickly got into it!]. In the process of establishing another Solar Current.
Reading Liber Jugorum (13) from ‘Magick’ and ‘Master of the Temple’ from
Equinox vol I. Number iii. I began to consider an oath concerning Liber
Jugorum. It will be a three week G M. R. [Greater Magical Retirement], the
first week I shall refrain from using the word ‘and’ in speech. Punishment
shall be that prescribed in Liber Jugorum. Week two will concern a specific
‘thought’ and week three will concern a specific ‘action’. Work is to commence
from midnight this night. I made the appropriate confessions, oaths etc and
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period, which I had not expected to take the form it did, I was unable to do
the simplest things, in fact, I was barred from almost all magical activity by
‘outside forces’.<br />
2. ‘Examine from within and without!’ This phrase stresses the importance of
the adept’s continual self awareness, both internal (thought) and external
(action). ‘Also present for the judgement, disappearing after the Oath, are the
Invisible Stations of the 42 Assessors. These god-forms are more like accusers
than assessors, as the deceased in the Book of the Dead is required to deny to
each one of them a particular crime or fault in the “Negative Confession”. In
the O=O temple these gods are represented through visualisation by the
officers, reinforced by other members present. Contemplation of these and the
other god-forms and stations will enhance experience of the ceremony and
facilitate the establishing of the Neophyte energies in all participants’. [The
Golden Dawn: Volume II Book Two. Israel Regardie. Sixth Edition. 1989. –
Introduction to the Neophyte Ceremony. p. 115]<br />
3. During the judgement there was a definite ‘self disgust’ for the work which
I can only relate as the ‘Apophis’ stage of I.A.O.<br />
4. Neophyte Grade – Dark night of the soul and the Last day of Judgement. This
was an unavoidable event; the darkness before illumination; an intense night of
introspection yet I was shown my own weaknesses by an exterior power, as indeed
did the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Christmas’s yet to come show
Scrooge the error of his ways! It is an inevitable obstacle of initiation and
peculiar to each individual.<br />
5. Birmingham, England, United Kingdom.<br />
6. E.V. [era vulgar] in the common year, i.e. the Christian era.<br />
7. An XC – the 90th Year in the Aeon of Horus, beginning 1904.<br />
8. Nostoc or ‘witches butter’. ‘Star jelly’: The nostoc (a product of the moon)
is more like semen than dew and comes from the Greek nox: night (darkness).
This nostoc comes to earth during the night and stays only for a short period
until the sun removes it: Nostos: Greek for ‘return’. In the Greek myths the
return home was known as the ‘nostoi’. ‘Nos’= the imagination and ‘Stoch’ is to
aim. The ejaculation of semen [Nostoc] is not used in the making of a child,
but at the drawing into one’s sphere a higher energy – the Quintessence, which
is a solar energy. <br />
The Three Principles: Salt – understanding (the moon and the sun), its symbol
is the circle with a horizontal line through the middle. Mercury – emotional
sphere (the sun and the moon), its symbol is the horned circle with a cross at
the base. Sulphur – will (only one, it is neither sun nor moon), its symbol is
the upward pointing triangle with a cross at the base. <br />
Magnesia: belongs to the high etheric realm, (Virgin’s Milk/Mother’s Milk) the
Lac Virginis to the Alchemists. It is a pure white water which becomes the
Virgin’s heart’s blood – asexual and watery by nature; transparent like
quick-silver, it is not animal, vegetable nor mineral. It is said that it does
not wet the human hand and comes from the fountain of ‘Holmat’ [‘Le Mystere des
Cathedrales’ – Fulcanelli]. It is the liquid that pours forth from the side of
the crucified Christ! True initiates are said not to have tears as there is no
salt for they understand [Binah] everything! <br />
The Celestial Dew of the Alchemists are the emissions of the Phallus
(Capricorn) and the Kteis (Cancer) [Pe = 100. Kaph = 20 – (Pisces, Qoph). Kaph
Pe – KPh = Kteis Phallos]. Qoph – the number of illusion; Sud – the secret eye
which sees beyond illusion.<br />
9. I found this works better for Dharana.<br />
10. L.... B.... I shall refrain from identifying this person.<br />
11. A premonition concerning E. V. K – the’ Queen of the East!’ (see also 16). <br />
12. For an account of Crowley’s ‘Star Sponge’ vision see the Confessions,
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<strong>A Witches’ Bible: the complete witches’ handbook - by Janet and Stewart Farrar.</strong> </span><br />
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This intriguing collection incorporates two books in one volume: ‘Eight Sabbats for Witches’ and ‘The Witches’ Way’. Included within this comprehensive book are the principles and techniques for celebrating the Sabbats; casting and banishing the magic circle; performing the Great Rite, consecrations, spells and descriptions of the various tools of the craft. There is also a fascinating chapter on ‘witchcraft and sex’ which examines the distinction between the male and female polarities; an essay by Doreen Valiente called ‘The Search for Old Dorothy’ (Dorothy Clutterbuck, a New Forest witch who initiated Gerald Gardner in 1939, and in turn, Gardner initiated Valiente in 1953). The authors, Janet and Stewart Farrar, who were initiated by Alex and Maxine Sanders, are well known in witch-circles and present us with a work on traditional British witchcraft; Wiccan practices with special emphasis on the Gardnerian and Alexandrian forms, which are truly appealing and draw upon the magical writings of Aleister Crowley. The book also contains elements of Irish Gaelic forms of witchcraft which feels natural within the context of this beautifully researched and written book – Janet and Stewart re-located to Ireland in 1976. With lots of interesting photographs, The Witches’ Bible makes essential reading for anyone who is curious about what witches actually do and those considering the craft as a way of life! Excellent! </span><br />
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<strong>Don Juan, Mescalito and Modern Magic: The Mythology of Inner Space - by Nevill Drury.</strong> </span><br />
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This unassuming little book by Nevill Drury presents a comparison between the magical world of Don Juan and the modern Western magical systems, such as the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Some of the phenomena Drury pokes his nose into are discussed in part one: ‘The Inner Mythology’ where we meet the drug-induced visionary universe of the shaman and the ins and outs of astral projection. In part two: ‘The Qabalah Revisited’ and perhaps the most interesting section, we learn about the fundamental variations between Christianity, magic and science and discover the ceremonial rituals of the Golden Dawn; of course, no mention of the Golden Dawn would be worth its salt without summoning forth the Prophet of the Aeon of Horus: Aleister Crowley! In part three we are treated to the ‘Book of Visions’ which actually is quite an interesting examination on the visionary aspects of the Tarot. With extensive notes, all in all this little book stands up quite well against some of the nonsense published on such subjects, but I fear I am being rather kind and what the book attempts to achieve it simply lacks the passion to do so!
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First published as ‘The Book of Ceremonial Magic’ in 1911, this volume can be considered a classic in the world of occult literature. Waite explains the techniques and ideas behind the various rites connected with ‘infernal necromancy’. The book is written in two parts and the first ‘The Literature of Ceremonial Magic’ is a critical and analytical account which explores the rituals of transcendental magic and of black magic in particular. The second part of the book ‘The Complete Grimoire’ looks at the initial rites and ceremonies; the hierarchy of the infernal spirits and Goetic Theurgy (the Lesser Key of Solomon the King); evocations and the making of demonic pacts together with various experiments in divination and the art of invisibility etc. This is indeed a fascinating work but perhaps Waite, who was prone to use obscure and difficult to understand words, makes it a little laborious to read and somewhat archaic and so one must evoke all the servitors of Hell to endure the book to the end! It still remains a major work but if you are looking for a cosy book on witchcraft, look elsewhere!
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This little book (122 pages) by John Heriot, a ‘magician’, is a good, basic ‘simplified’ guide to developing one’s magical faculties. The book looks at such things as the art of creating talismans, to ‘stronger magic’ such as invocations, pacts and rituals. The author also looks at ‘psychic powers’ – meditation, hypnosis, telepathy and clairvoyance etc. In the fourth and final chapter ‘Magic and Spiritual Development’, we investigate the astral body and self-defence on all levels. With lots of line-drawings to illustrate the subjects, and overlooking the ‘dated’ appearance, all in all, this is not a bad little book.
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This collection of essays concerning ethical and philosophical problems within humanity are written in a delightfully curious and sublime manner, sprinkled with satirical and esoteric wisdom. Here you will find in this tremendously lucid little book: ‘The Wake World’, ‘Ali Sloper, or the Forty Liars’ (a drama); ‘Thien Tao, or the Synagogue of Satan’ ( a political essay) and ‘The Stone of the Philosophers which is hidden in Abiegnus the Rosicrucian Mountain of Initiation’. These eloquent and remarkable ‘essays in light’ are an attempt to provide solutions for society and methods for the emancipation from personal obsessions and restrictions, written in Crowley’s humorous and inimitable style. Consider them absurd or consider them astounding, the erudition and perception of the author is unmistakable!</span><span style="color: black;">
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THE SAD LITTLE GHOST
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As Pegamina walked beside the winding river in the twilight, she thought about what the toad had said about the miller’s boy and his poor grandfather, the time keeper. Suddenly the air seemed to grow cold and it began to rain as she quickly crossed the bridge that was almost hidden by willow trees. In the distance, she could see the top of the clock tower rising above a small clump of trees which lay in a hollow, not far away, and as she began to run towards it, the rain ran down her face. A blustering wind seemed to appear from nowhere, and all along the dark lane she imagined that she could see things moving in the hedgerows. Faster and faster she ran until she came to the old time mill with its clock tower which seemed even more desolate in the darkness. And at each side of her the trees seemed to whisper: ‘go back!’ but Pegamina was tired and wet and wanted to rest and sleep until morning and forget the darkness that was all around her.
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<span style="color: black;">She found herself standing in the entrance to the mill, looking about her, at the shadows in the trees and at the black clouds descending over the ghastly garden that had been forgotten and run to weeds. As she stood for quite a while listening to the rain and the wind howling, she thought: ‘surely no ghost could be more frightening?’
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<span style="color: black;">The door was unlocked and she pushed it open, as its creak echoed down the dim, uneven passageway which lay like an open grave before her. Finding courage, she went inside and opened the door to the first room she came to. It was an old and elegant room, smelling of the past, and through its windows she could see the shapes of huddled trees that seemed to claw against the glass. Even in the darkness she some of its fine furniture and dusty heirlooms; there was a large bookcase full of rotten books; a cabinet containing a small collection of unusual objects. And a few upholstered armchairs, very worn and very tattered, lying like a herd of some long extinct species of animal around a table on which stood a carved wooden bust of a woman’s head, and more books, balancing precariously here and toppled into a heap upon the floor there. To her surprise there was a small fire lit in the fireplace and so she stood before it, drying her wet hair and giving no thought as to why the fire was alight. When she was dry she sat down upon the armchair, near to the fire and fell fast asleep to the sound of the rain on the window panes.
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<span style="color: black;">During the night, she found herself in that curious and helpless state between sleeping and waking, where nothing is as it seems and she could not remember where she was or how she got there. She looked at the faint glow of the fire and all around the room until it all came slowly back to her. The rain had stopped and in its place she thought she could hear the sound of someone singing. As she listened, it seemed to grow louder until she could make out the words of the song. It was a very sad melody sung by a very tearful voice: </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">In its black and gathered eye:
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<span style="color: black;">Strange and weird cathedrals in
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Pegamina was afraid, but not so afraid that she wanted to scream, just hide herself away in the darkness and not be seen. But there was something about the voice that seemed to say ‘don’t be afraid, I will not harm you!’ And Pegamina sat still in the armchair, expecting the door to fling open and reveal some headless monstrosity or a woman in white, wailing into the cheerless room. But nothing did appear and the voice had faded away. Peg curled herself up into the armchair once more and very soon she was asleep again.
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<span style="color: black;">She dreamt that she was walking through vast woodland. It was dark except for a bright light that she was following and seemed to be leading her somewhere. Suddenly, the fiery orb halted in front of a great stone temple and its bright light lit up the temple’s entrance, where, above its huge door she could see strange words cut into the stone, which read as follows:
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<span style="color: black;">col falso immaginar, sic he non vedi
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<span style="color: black;">cio che vedresti, se l’avessi scosso *
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Pegamina did not know what it meant, or even how it was meant to be pronounced, but she thought it must be very important for it to be carved into stone. Then, all of a sudden, it went very dark, darker than she had ever known before; the light had left and she had to find her own way out of the woods. She was terribly afraid and she could feel all the hanging branches brushing against her face. Then, she awoke, suddenly with a start, and she could feel her heart pounding, for there, standing before her, drawing its hand from her face, was a small boy. Pegamina knew she was not dreaming, for she could see him, although his image was a little unclear. She opened her mouth as if to scream but nothing would come out.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t be alarmed, I didn’t wish to wake you’ whispered the ghostly boy in a gentle voice, stepping away from her.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Who are you?’ Pegamina managed to utter after recovering her speech.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You know who I am! I’ve been expecting you!’ the boy answered with a smile.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You’re the time-keeper’s boy aren’t you?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I was!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But you’re...’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Dead?’ said the boy, finishing Peg’s sentence for her.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I am dead!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then you’re a ghost?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘It appears so’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But you touched my face; everyone knows that ghosts can’t touch’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Of course ghosts can touch, but ghosts can’t feel things’. And they both looked at each other in silence for a short time until Pegamina said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why were you watching me?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Forgive me! I was watching you because I had forgotten what it is like to sleep’. And the boy moved towards the fireplace where he sat upon a small stool that had been occupied by Peg’s shoes, which he carefully placed upon the shelf beside the fire.
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina could see that the boy was about her own age and seemed awfully sad. And when he looked at her, she turned her face away, not through fear, but because he was so terribly handsome, she thought, even for a ghost! And she did not wish him to see her blushing! As they sat there, each glancing at the other, Peg asked the ghostly boy if it was him she had heard singing that sorrowful song about the spider.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That was me! You have no idea what a wretched place this is; to be here forever with its constant scratching behind walls. This house haunts me more than I haunt this house! With its infernal loneliness and the sunlight that pours through the windows!
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t you like the sun?’ asked Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I hate the sun! It always finds you out; nothing can hide when it shines!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But the sun is warm and it makes things grow!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘It makes only loneliness grow!’ said the little ghost. And after a brief pause Pegamina said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t like the darkness!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But the darkness is beautiful; things remain unseen in the dark’ the ghost said, his bright eyes staring deeply into Pegamina’s.
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<span style="color: black;">‘If things want to remain unseen’ said Peg ‘then they can’t be very nice things!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then am I not very nice?’ asked the ghost in a gentle voice. Peg turned her eyes from him and did not answer, and there was another silence which was soon broken by the ghost wanting to know her name.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Don’t you know?’ Pegamina said shyly, looking into his eyes and then turning away.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ghosts don’t know everything!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘My name is Pegamina!’ she uttered softly.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What a beautiful name. What does it mean?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know that it means anything’. Just then, Peg’s eyes were drawn to a small wooden box upon the bookshelf.
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<span style="color: black;">‘It’s very pretty’ she said, lifting its lid. And the room seemed to come alive to the sound of a melancholy waltz tune.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Do you know what you hold in your hands?’ said the sad ghost. But there was no answer from Pegamina, for the music seemed to hold her in its spell.
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<span style="color: black;">‘My heart... my heart...’ sighed the ghost.
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina still could not bring herself to look at him, although she desperately wanted to.
Then, as the waltz tune ran down and the fire crackled, Peg felt as if a curious mist were enveloping the room, as if a thick fog had suddenly drifted in. She fell back into the armchair and found the urge to close her eyes so overpowering that she had to close them; she fell into a deep sleep with the words ‘you will remember me...’ turning in her mind and everything was darkness, utter darkness.
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*<em>Thou thyself makest thyself dense with false imagining, and so thou seest not what thou wouldst see if thou hadst cast it off.</em> [Dante]</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number <span style="color: black;">3</span>. <span style="color: black;">Winter Solstice.</span> An CIX ☉ in 29° <span style="color: black;">Sagittarius,</span> ☽ <span style="color: black;">in 13° Leo.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 21st</span> <span style="color: black;">Dece</span>mber 2013 e.v.</span></div>
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'Draw into naught
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<span style="color: black;">All life, death, hatred, love:
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<span style="color: black;">Hear thou the Voice of Fire!'
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<span style="color: black;">Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, Number <span style="color: black;">3</span> of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to <span style="color: black;">Victor <span style="color: black;">Benjamin</span> Neuburg</span>
[<span style="color: black;">1883-1940</span>] </span></div>
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CONTENTS</span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Editorial</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Victor Neuburg</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Hermit's Hymn to Solitude by A. Crowley</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Victor Neuburg's Family Tree</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Holy Books of Thelema</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Triumph of Pan by Victor Neuburg</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Some observations into the Thelemic Gamatria </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> of Liber Al vel Legis </span><span style="color: black;">by Audrarep</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Boleskine House</span><span style="color: black;">: A Brief History</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A Note in the Margin</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A Fair Plea for Fair Play by Victor Neuburg</span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"> To Foyers</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Wand of Silence</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Magic Book Worm</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Pegamina part three</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
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In coming to Aleister Crowley for the first time, one instinctively asks the question: was Crowley really wicked? In looking at his extraordinary life we can be forgiven for thinking that this being known as Aleister Crowley, Frater Perdurabo and the wanderer in the waste must be some sort of fabled creature for his life is so rich with adventure, filled with events both mythic and heroic, yet he was most assuredly, a man!
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<span style="color: black;">In viewing his life in accordance to today’s standards of behaviour, we can see that he was far ahead of his time in his thoughts and his actions; he pushed social boundaries, explored various states of consciousness and questioned the phenomena of existence. There is no doubt that he was a forward thinking pioneer and this is why he has appealed to modern culture from the nineteen-sixties to the present, influencing many creative artists, musicians, film-makers and writers alike. Some of the more outrageous behaviour attributed to Crowley and written by a few patriotic psychopaths during the nineteen-thirties are nothing more than the mad ramblings of lunatics wanting to sell more newspapers, which of course had the desired effect, it is only human nature to be curious about other people, especially when acts of wickedness are mentioned, it makes one feel morally better. But by comparison, the horrors committed in the name of Christianity and the evil ‘sickness’, depravity and abuse which still lurks within the church are incomprehensible to our sense of decency. Yet still it persists and its regularity has numbed us into a gentle shrug of the shoulder. We have come to expect it!
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<span style="color: black;">Much emphasis has been placed upon Crowley’s eccentricities, and why not, we are a nation proud of our eccentrics! But worse, he has been accused of all sorts of crimes from cannibalism to murder! Nonsense! As he says himself, he never so much as broke the law. Perhaps this is not strictly correct, for we know that he enjoyed that most pleasurable of pastimes which was deemed illegal at the time and which comes so naturally to the English character – Sodomy! But it was a time of primitive attitudes to sex and sexuality and it was an inhuman law brought about to persecute those who only wished the freedom to express their sexuality. Now, I am the last person to condemn the outdated, corrupt and hypocritical institution whose teachings instigated such a vicious law, and I would never say such a thing as to damn to hell the malevolent organisation which encourages repression, glorifies suffering and worships death and professes to preach love, forgiveness and good will to all men!
Crowley never took himself too seriously yet it is all too easy for some people to misinterpret his humour and to focus on the negative aspects of his life. Because of the many flaws in Crowley’s personality as a human being, we can in turn recognise our own failings and thus identify a little with the man. He created some of the myths about himself and conjured an air of diabolism about him which remained with him all his life. Despite all the falsehoods that was written about him during his life – he carried on; despite the financial difficulties he faced and the interruptions to the Great Work – he carried on, tirelessly! Despite the vile and vulgar lies which continue to circulate about him, people remain fascinated and are turning to his works which are easy to access in this growing age of enlightenment and they are intelligently making up their own minds about the Great Beast 666!
So, for all those who misuse his name and perpetuate the lies; for all those who try to discredit his life and work, it just goes to show you can’t keep a great man down and there’s no such thing as bad publicity for the enigma of Aleister Crowley shall reach across the centuries!
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.
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<span style="color: black;">The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc). Please send all submissions to the editor at<span left="" style="color: #a00000;">
<a href="mailto:barryvanasten418@hotmail.com"><span style="color: black;">barryvanasten418@hotmail.com</span></a></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Voice of Fire is sad to hear of the death of Colin Henry Wilson (26 June 1931 – 5 December 2013). He will be remembered as one of England’s greatest writers on the occult and paranormal and for his biography of Aleister Crowley: ‘The Nature of the Beast’ (1987).
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">VICTOR NEUBURG</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 6th May 1883: Victor Benjamin Neuburg born, Sun in Taurus 15°, at 129 Highbury Hill, Islington, London. His mother is Janette Jacobs, born 30th March 1855 at 90 Suffolk Street. She is the daughter of Moses Jacobs, (cane merchant) and Rebecca Jacobs, formerly Levy. Janette married Carl Neuburg, a General Importer, (born 1857 in Pilsen, Bohemia, son of Moritz Neuburg, Gentleman) on Saturday 29th July 1882 at 123 Highbury New Park, Canonbury; Janette was 27 years old.
Carl Neuburg was unhappy with London and with his wife’s family and so he returned to Vienna, leaving Janette to bring up young Victor, with help from her sisters.
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<span style="color: black;">September 1896-December 1899: Victor attended the City of London School at Victoria Embankment, leaving school aged sixteen and a half. He was then put to work in the family business: ‘Jacobs, Young and Westbury Ltd’ at 109 Borough High Street, SE1.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 27th August 1903: Victor’s grandmother Rebecca died. Shortly after, Janette and Victor, aged twenty, moved to Albany Villas in Hove. It was also during August that Victor submitted a poem to the ‘Agnostic Journal’, receiving a reply from the Editor in the same publication dated 5th September 1903. His first published poem was ‘Vale Jehovah!’ in the ‘Agnostic Journal’. Throughout the remainder of 1903 Victor submitted further poems to the ‘Agnostic Journal’ and the ‘Freethinker’.
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<span style="color: black;">1906: Having passed the compulsory exam in Latin and Greek, Victor (aged 23) went up to Cambridge in the Michaelmas Term of 1906 and entered Trinity College. He read for the Tripos in Modern Languages. He was at Cambridge until the Easter Term of 1909 when he sat and passed his finals, achieving a Third Class Honours Degree. It was while he was at Cambridge that he formed a literary discussion group called the ‘Pan Society’. Aleister Crowley (a fellow Trinity man) was brought to Victor’s attention through J F C Fuller and sometime during 1906, Crowley, who had read some of Victor’s poems in the ‘Agnostic Journal’ went to visit Victor in his rooms at Cambridge.</span><br />
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Thursday 28th February 1907: Crowley visits Victor at Cambridge and gives a talk to the ‘Pan Society’ on literature and magick.
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<span style="color: black;">1908: Victor’s first book of poems ‘The Green Garland’ is published.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 31st July 1908: Victor and Aleister left Paris together for Bordeaux and then on to Spain for a walking tour.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 1st August 1908: They arrive at Bayonne and Ustaritz.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 28th August 1908: Victor and Aleister leave Madrid and the following day they arrive in Gibraltar. In September they reach Morroco. Victor left on Sunday 13th September and joined his relatives at San Sebastian in December 1908.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 6th April 1909: Three weeks before Victor graduates from Cambridge, he becomes the first member to join Aleister Crowley’s magical order the A∴A∴ as a probationer. He takes the magical motto: Omnia Vincam (I will conquer all). Following this on his return to Cambridge he performs the Banishing Ritual every night.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th June 1909: Victor leaves Cambridge for the last time and travels by night train to Scotland. He travels with Kenneth Ward (1887-1927), of Emmanuel College, who is a friend of Crowley’s who is making the long journey in order to borrow Crowley’s skis. They arrive in Foyers and walk the rest of the way to Crowley’s Loch-side home ‘Boleskine House’. Crowley has prepared a chamber for Victor on the ground floor so that he can perform his magical work without being disturbed. This is a separate room from his bedroom and Crowley has told Victor that he is to undergo a ten day magical retirement keeping a diary of occurrences and thoughts during the period. His retirement begins on Saturday 18th June 1909 and ends on Monday 27th June. He spends Tuesday 28th June making a copy of his diary notes in a book dated ‘29th June 1909. Boleskine’. He had passed Probationer!
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 28th June 1909: While searching for his skis in the attic at Boleskine House, Crowley finds his mislaid manuscript of Liber Al vel Legis (The Book of the Law).
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 1st July 1909: Victor and Aleister travel to London. Victor stays at the Adelphi and assists Crowley with his work on The Equinox.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 21st November 1909: At Aumale. See The Vision and the Voice – Liber CDXVIII.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 8th December 1909: They walk through the desert to Biskra.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 9th May 1910: Three days after Victor’s twenty-seventh birthday he is with Aleister and Leila Waddell in Dorset at ‘Rempstone’, the home of Commander Marsten where they invoke the spirit of Mars. [see Liber CCCXXV The Bartzabel Working: an evocation of Bartzabel the spirit of Mars]
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 23rd August 1910: Victor and Aleister along with other members of the A∴A∴ are at Crowley’s flat which is also the office of The Equinox at 124 Victoria Street, London where the Press and members of the public are there to witness a ceremonial ritual the ‘Rite of Artemis’. Victor performs a magical dance. Following on from the success of this, Crowley composes further rites, seven in all which correspond to the planets which he plans to make into a public performance. He hires a room at London’s Caxton Hall for the occasions which is to occur on consecutive Wednesdays during October and November 1910.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 19th October 1910: The Rite of Saturn. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 26th October 1910: The Rite of Jupiter. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2nd November 1910: The Rite of Mars. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 9th November 1910: The Rite of Sol. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th November 1910: The Rite of Venus. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23rd November 1910: The Rite of Mercury. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th November 1910: The Rite of Luna. 9 pm. Caxton Hall.
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<span style="color: black;">December 1910: Victor’s second poem collection ‘The Triumph of Pan’ is published through The Equinox. During this time Victor’s magical grade was 2°=9□ Zelator. His new magical motto was ‘Lampada Tradam’ (I carry the light). He also became VI° OTO. Also during December Victor and Aleister travel to Algiers again with the intention of continuing the work with the Enochian Keys. They arrived at Bou Saada and on the 15th December began walking. Unfortunately Victor was ill and Crowley left him in Biskra and went back to London.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 28th June 1912: Victor completes the final draft of ‘The New Diana’.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 31st December 1913: Victor and Aleister are in Paris and they begin the first working in what is to be known as the ‘Paris Working, (see Liber CDXV Opus Lutertianum).
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<span style="color: black;">T</span><span style="color: black;">hursday 12th February 1914: The final work in the Paris Working.
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<span style="color: black;">September/October 1914: Victor sees Aleister for the last time. Aleister travels to the United States.</span><br />
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1916: Victor is serving in the Army as Private Victor B. Neuburg. S/355614. R.A.S.C.
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 19th September 1917: Victor sails with his regiment from Southampton and arrives the next day at Le Havre.
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 1st October 1917: Arrives at Abbeville.
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<span style="color: black;">Sometime following this date Victor is in an Army convalescent camp at Neanda, Cornwall and then another convalescent camp near Eastbourne.
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<span style="color: black;">Autumn 1919: Victor has left the Army and lives at Vine Cottage, Steyning in Sussex.
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<span style="color: black;">1920: ‘Lillygay: an anthology of anonymous poems’ is published. It is the first book published by Victor’s ‘Vine Press’.
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<span style="color: black;">1921: ‘Swiftwings: Songs in Sussex’ published by Vine Press.
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 8th November 1921: Victor marries Kathleen Rose Goddard (born 22nd November 1892, at 77 Lincoln Street, Brighton). The wedding takes place at Hammersmith Registry Office and the addresses on the certificate are given as ‘5 and 5a Maclise Road, Hammersmith’.
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<span style="color: black;">1921: ‘Songs of the Groves’ published.
1922: ‘Larkspur: a lyric garland’ published.
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 8th March 1924: A son is born to Victor and Kathleen whom they name Victor Edward Neuburg. Victor Edward became an author and a scholar and he married Hannah ‘Anne’ Hilsum who was born in Kensington, London in 1919, the daughter of Elias Hilsum and Caroline Brown who were married in 1915, (Hannah died in 2000). Victor Edward and Hannah married in 1944 and they had a daughter named Caroline R. C. Neuburg born in 1948 in St Pancras, London.
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 9th April 1933: The first appearance of ‘The Poet’s Corner’, Victor’s column which he edited for the Sunday Referee. In the same year on 3rd September Victor published the first poem by Dylan Thomas after recognising his natural talent as a poet.
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 24th November 1939: Victor’s mother Janette dies aged eighty-four at 84 Boundary Road, Hampstead, London NW8.
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 30th May 1940: Victor Benjamin Neuburg dies aged fifty-seven of tubercular pneumonia and chronic phthisis at 84 Boundary Road, Hampstead, London NW8. Present was Mrs Runia Tharp.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">THE HERMIT'S HYMN TO SOLITUDE</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Sammasambuddhasa.
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<span style="color: black;">Venerable Lord and Best of Friends,
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<span style="color: black;"> We, seeing the cycle in which Maha Brahma is perhaps more a drifting buoy than ourselves, knowing that it is called the waking in delusion, the puppet show of delusion, the writhing of delusion, the fetter of delusion, are aware that the way out of the desert is found by going into the desert. Will you, in your lonely lamaserai, accept this hymn from me, who, in the centre of civilisation, am perhaps more isolated than you in your craggy fastness among the trackless steppes of your Untrodden Land?
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<span style="color: black;">Aleister Crowley
Paris, A.B. 2446
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<span style="color: black;">I.
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<span style="color: black;">Mightiest self! Supreme in Self-Contentment!
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<span style="color: black;">Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse;
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<span style="color: black;">Palpable, formless, infinite presentment
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<span style="color: black;">Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse!
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<span style="color: black;">Let thy chaste lips
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<span style="color: black;">Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee
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<span style="color: black;">(As in a fortress girded by the sea
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<span style="color: black;">The raging winds and wings of air
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<span style="color: black;">Lift the wild waves and bear
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<span style="color: black;">Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down,
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<span style="color: black;">Touch, draw me with thy kiss
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<span style="color: black;">Into thine own deep bliss,
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<span style="color: black;">Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown!
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<span style="color: black;">Let that young godhead in thine eyes
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<span style="color: black;">Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies,
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<span style="color: black;">Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise.
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<span style="color: black;">II.
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<span style="color: black;">All things which are complete are solitary;
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<span style="color: black;">The circling moon, the inconscient drift of stars,
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<span style="color: black;">The central systems. Burn they, change they, vary?
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<span style="color: black;">Theirs is no motion beyond the eternal bars.
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<span style="color: black;">Seasons and scars
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<span style="color: black;">Stain not the planets, the unfathomed home,
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<span style="color: black;">The spaceless, unformed faces in the dome
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<span style="color: black;">Brighter and blacker than all things,
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<span style="color: black;">Borne under the eternal wings
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<span style="color: black;">No whither: solitary are the winter woods
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<span style="color: black;">And caves not habited,
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<span style="color: black;">And that supreme grey head
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<span style="color: black;">Watching the groves: single the foaming amber floods,
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<span style="color: black;">And O! Most lone
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<span style="color: black;">The melancholy mountain shrine and throne,
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<span style="color: black;">While far above all things God sits, the ultimate alone!
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<span style="color: black;">III.
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<span style="color: black;">I sate upon the mossy promontory
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<span style="color: black;">Where the cascade cleft not his mother rock,
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<span style="color: black;">But swept in whirlwind lightning foam and glory,
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<span style="color: black;">Vast circling with unwearying luminous shock
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<span style="color: black;">To lure and lock
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<span style="color: black;">Marvellous eddies in its wild caress;
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<span style="color: black;">And there the solemn echoes caught the stress,
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<span style="color: black;">The strain of that impassive tide,
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<span style="color: black;">Shook it and flung it high and wide,
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<span style="color: black;">Till all the air took fire from that melodious roar;
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<span style="color: black;">All the mute mountains heard,
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<span style="color: black;">Bowed, laughed aloud, concurred,
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<span style="color: black;">And passed the word along, the signal of wide war.
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<span style="color: black;">All earth took up the sound,
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<span style="color: black;">And, being in one tune securely bound,
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<span style="color: black;">Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound.
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<span style="color: black;">IV.
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<span style="color: black;">Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened,
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<span style="color: black;">I sat and listened, if God’s voice should break
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<span style="color: black;">And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened,
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<span style="color: black;">Lest God should speak and find me not awake—
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<span style="color: black;">For his own sake.
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<span style="color: black;">No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate
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<span style="color: black;">That enviable universal state.
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<span style="color: black;">The sun and moon beheld, stood still.
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<span style="color: black;">Only the spirit’s axis, will,
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<span style="color: black;">Considered its own soul and sought a deadlier deep,
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<span style="color: black;">And in its monotone mood
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<span style="color: black;">Of supreme solitude
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<span style="color: black;">Was neither glad nor sad because it did not sleep;
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<span style="color: black;">But with calm eyes abode
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<span style="color: black;">Patient, its leisure the galactic load,
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<span style="color: black;">Abode alone, nor even rejoiced to know that it was God.
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<span style="color: black;">V.
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<span style="color: black;">All change, all motion, and all sound are weakness!
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<span style="color: black;">Man cannot bear the darkness which is death.
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<span style="color: black;">Even that calm Christ, manifest in meekness,
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<span style="color: black;">Cried on the cross and gave his ghostly breath,
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<span style="color: black;">On the prick of death,
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<span style="color: black;">Voice, for his passion could not bear nor dare
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<span style="color: black;">The interlunar, the abundant air
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<span style="color: black;">Darkened, and silence on the shuddering
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<span style="color: black;">Hill, and the unbeating wing
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<span style="color: black;">Of the legions of His Father, and so died.
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<span style="color: black;">But I, should I be still
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<span style="color: black;">Poised between fear and will?
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<span style="color: black;">Should I be silent, I, and be unsatisfied?
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<span style="color: black;">For solitude shall bend
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<span style="color: black;">Self to all selffulness, and have one friend,
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<span style="color: black;">Self, and behold one God, and be, and look beyond the End.
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<span style="color: black;">VI.
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<span style="color: black;">O Solitude! How many have mistaken
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<span style="color: black;">Thy name for Sorrow’s, or for Death’s or Fear’s!
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<span style="color: black;">Only thy children lie at night and waken—
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<span style="color: black;">How shouldst thou speak and say that no man hears?
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<span style="color: black;">O Soul of Tears!
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<span style="color: black;">For never hath fallen as dew thy word,
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<span style="color: black;">Nor is thy shape showed, nor as Wisdom’s heard
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<span style="color: black;">Thy crying about the city
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<span style="color: black;">In the house where is no pity,
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<span style="color: black;">But in the desolate halls and lonely vales of sand:
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<span style="color: black;">Not in the laughter loud,
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<span style="color: black;">Nor crying of the crowd,
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<span style="color: black;">But in the farthest sea, the yet-untravelled land.
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<span style="color: black;">Where thou hast trodden, I have trod;
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<span style="color: black;">Thy folk have been my folk, and thine abode
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<span style="color: black;">Mine, and thy life my life, and thou, who art thy God, my God.
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<span style="color: black;">VII.
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<span style="color: black;">Draw me with cords that are not; witch me chanted
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<span style="color: black;">Spells never heard nor open to the ear,
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<span style="color: black;">Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted
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<span style="color: black;">Houses where dead men linger year by year.
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<span style="color: black;">I have no fear
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<span style="color: black;">To tread thy far irremeable way,
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<span style="color: black;">Beyond the paths and palaces of day,
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<span style="color: black;">Beyond the night, beyond the skies,
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<span style="color: black;">Beyond eternity’s
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<span style="color: black;">Tremendous gate; beyond the immanent miracle.
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<span style="color: black;">O secret self of things!
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<span style="color: black;">I have nor feet nor wings
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<span style="color: black;">Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell,
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<span style="color: black;">Until I mix my mood
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<span style="color: black;">And being in thee, as in my hermit’s hood,
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<span style="color: black;">I grow the thing I contemplate— that selfless solitude!
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<span style="color: black;">[Collected Works of Aleister Crowley. Volume II. ‘Oracles’ (1905). Foyers. 1906]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Holy Books consist of books in Class A of which may be changed not so much as the style of a letter: they are the utterance of an Adept completely beyond all criticism. They have a unique style of their own and were written during several exalted spiritual trances by the hand of Aleister Crowley who remained unconscious of the inspired works created through him. The first and most important of the Holy Books to be received by Crowley was LIBER CCXX – Liber AL Vel Legis, Sub Figura CCXX. The book contains three chapters each delivered on three consecutive days in Cairo, Egypt, by an entity named Aiwass, whom Crowley knew to be his Holy Guardian Angel.
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<span style="color: black;">Chapter I was delivered between midday and one p.m. on Friday 8th April 1904 e.v; chapter II between midday and one p.m. on Saturday 9th April 1904 e.v. and chapter III between midday and one p.m. on Sunday 10th April 1904 e.v. (The moon in 1st quarter appeared on Thursday 7th April 1904 e.v.). It is generally known as Liber AL or The Book of the Law and has 220 chapters (CCXX). The book signals an end to the old Aeon of Osiris in which we have the sacrificial gods and the notion of doing God’s will on earth, for with the book is the coming of the child and the inauguration of the New Aeon of Horus.
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<span style="color: black;">In the year 1907 e.v. Crowley received several more inspired texts which came to be known as The Holy Books of Thelema (further texts followed in the year 1911 e.v.)
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER VII – Liber Liberi Vel Lapidis Lazuli, Adumbratio Kabbalae AEgyptiorum, Sub Figura VII. The book is an account of the initiation of a Master of the Temple and the seven chapters refer to the seven planets, thus: Mars, Saturn, Jupiter, Sol, Mercury, Luna and Venus. The Book of Lapis Lazuli was received between the hours of eleven p.m. on Tuesday 29th October 1907 e.v. (moon in 3rd quarter) and one-thirty a.m. on Wednesday 30th October 1907 e.v. The full moon appeared on Monday 21st October and Crowley’s 32nd birthday was on Saturday 12th October 1907 e.v.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER LXV – Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente, Sub Figura LXV. An account of the relations of the Aspirant with his Holy Guardian Angel, or the Higher Self, which is the crown of the Adept’s magickal journey and the essence of his magical work. The Book of the Heart Girt with a Serpent has five chapters each referring to the elements, thus: earth, air, water, fire and spirit. The book was received between the evening of Wednesday 30th October 1907 e.v. and Sunday 3rd November 1907 e.v.
LXV= 50+10+5=65, the number of Adonai.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER LXVI – Liber Stellae Rubeae, Sub Figura LXVI. A secret ritual, the Heart if IAO – OAI. The Book of the Ruby Star is a sexual magick rite written in symbols and it was received on Monday 25th November 1907 e.v. (full moon occurred on Wednesday 20th November).
LXVI=50+10+5+1=66, which is the sum of the first eleven numbers and relates to magick, whose Key is eleven.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER CCXXXI – Liber Arcanorum twn Atu tov Tahuti Quas Vidit Asar in Amennti, Sub Figura CCXXXI Liber Carcerorum twn Qliphoth cum suis Geniis, Adduntur Sigilla et Nomina Eorum. The book is a technical treatise on the 22 Trumps of the Tarot. The ‘atus of Tahuti and sigils of genii’ was received on Thursday 5th December 1907 e.v. (the new moon) and Friday 6th December 1907 e.v.; the ‘Sigilla 22’ was copied on Saturday 14th December 1907 e.v. and the text was received in the summer of 1911 e.v.
CCXXXI=100+100+10+10+10+1=231 which is the sum of the numbers printed on the Tarot Trumps thus: 0+1+2+3+4+5………20+21=231.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER X – Liber Porta Lucis, Sub Figura X. The book is an account of the sending forth of the Master and an explanation of his mission to summon those seeking the Light into the Great Work. The book, called The Gate of Light was received on Thursday 12th December 1907 e.v. (moon in 1st quarter).
X=10. Porta Lucis=Gate of Light, a title of Malkuth, whose number is 10.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER CD – Liber Tau Vel Kabbalae Trium Literarum, Sub Figura CD. The book is an analysis of the Hebrew Alphabet and the Tarot and it was received on Friday 13th December 1907 e.v.
CD=100+300=400.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER XXVII – Liber Trigrammaton, Sub Figura XXVII. The Book of Trigrams of the Mutations of the Tao with the Yin and the Yang. The book was received on Saturday 14th December 1907 e.v.
XXVII=27, the number of permutations of 3 things taken 3 at a time.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER DCCCXIII – Vel Ararita, Sub Figura DLXX. An account of the Hexagram and the method of reducing it to the Unity, and Beyond. Ararita is a name of God, a Notariqon of the sentence ‘One is His beginning; One is His Individuality; His Permutation One’. The book was received in the winter of 1907-08 e.v.
DCCCXIII=813.
DLXX=570 (Vel Ararita).
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER I – Liber B Vel Magi, Sub Figura I. An account of the grade of Magus, the highest grade achievable on the physical plane. The Book of the Magus was received in the summer of 1911 e.v.
I= the number of the Magus in the Tarot.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER XC – Liber Tzaddi Vel Hamus Hermeticus, Sub Figura CLVII. An account of Initiation and the summons to the Great Work. The Book of the Hermetic Fish Hook was received in the summer of 1911 e.v.
XC=90 – Tzaddi= fish-hook.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER CLVI – Liber Cheth Vel vallum Abiegni, Sub Figura CLVI. An account of the tasks of an Exempt Adept. The book – The Wall of Abiegnus (the Sacred Mountain of the Rosicrucians) is a formula of attainment through sex magick and devotion to Our Lady Babalon. It was received in the summer of 1911 e.v.
CLVI=156 – Babalon.
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER CCCLXX – Liber A’ash Vel Capricorni Pneumatici, Sub Figura CCCLXX. The book shows how to awaken and use the magickal current within by the use of sex magick. The Book of the Creation of the Goat of the Spirit was received in the summer of 1911 e.v.
CCCLXX=370 – Creation.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE TRIUMPH OF PAN</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">Victor Neuburg</span>
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<span style="color: black;">1910</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I
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<span style="color: black;">There are three gods who in their talons hold me;
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<span style="color: black;">They dig within my breast
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<span style="color: black;">Their claws; beneath wide-feathered wings they fold me,
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<span style="color: black;">Crying, “Ah! here is rest”
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<span style="color: black;">They lie! for they, in sooth,
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<span style="color: black;">Are hungry for my youth,
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<span style="color: black;">And I in vain ask pity of their power,
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<span style="color: black;">For they have made me theirs in one short hour.
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<span style="color: black;">The first a woman, with burning glances mingled
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<span style="color: black;">With longings soft and pure;
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<span style="color: black;">And me, with dread fore-knowledge, she hath singled
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<span style="color: black;">As one that is right sure
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<span style="color: black;">To ease her fierce desire
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<span style="color: black;">With my consuming fire.
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<span style="color: black;">But while I love her she consumeth me;
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<span style="color: black;">She withereth my soul, that erst was free.
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<span style="color: black;">The second god laughs loud upon my plaining,
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<span style="color: black;">Seeing in me his prey;
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<span style="color: black;">He girds austerely at my dreadful straining
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<span style="color: black;">To hold myself in play:
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<span style="color: black;">He hath no pity now;
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<span style="color: black;">His great hand on my brow
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<span style="color: black;">Brings visions never to be known of me
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<span style="color: black;">Till I be one with his mad mystery.
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<span style="color: black;">Lastly, there is one Great One, cold and burning,
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<span style="color: black;">Craft and hot in lust,
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<span style="color: black;">Who would make me a Sapphist and an Urning,
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<span style="color: black;">A Lesbian of the dust.
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<span style="color: black;">He sees the immortal light
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<span style="color: black;">Break through me to the night,
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<span style="color: black;">Where love is cast in impotent despair
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<span style="color: black;">From her communion with the </span><span style="color: black;">upper air.
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<span style="color: black;">The dung of all ages clings unto him,
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<span style="color: black;">And a fierce light shines through;
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<span style="color: black;">They are the dead who once, long, long since, knew him:
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<span style="color: black;">The Pagan and the Jew
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<span style="color: black;">Have lent him, one by one,
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<span style="color: black;">Seed with their orison,
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<span style="color: black;">But he hath spurned their offerings, seeking me,
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<span style="color: black;">A god, a victim slain in majesty.
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<span style="color: black;">Wherefore the current of my soul hath broken
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<span style="color: black;">The bounds of sensual life,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And I am grown a god, a sinewy token
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<span style="color: black;">Of Pan’s most ardent strife;
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<span style="color: black;">I am his own; I seem
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<span style="color: black;">The shadow of his dream,
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<span style="color: black;">As he is spinning thoughts of form and sense
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<span style="color: black;">Out of the formless void, stark, cold and dense.
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<span style="color: black;">VII
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<span style="color: black;">So, in my sorrow, I have broken heedless
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<span style="color: black;">From things of sense and change;
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<span style="color: black;">What should I seek who, having all, am needless
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<span style="color: black;">To all of them that range
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<span style="color: black;">The realm of softer thought?
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<span style="color: black;">O Master! thou hast wrought
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<span style="color: black;">This bitter burning in my breast; I dwell,
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<span style="color: black;">For ever, happy in the heart of hell.
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<span style="color: black;">VIII
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<span style="color: black;">I have cast out the sorrows of existence
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<span style="color: black;">From my lost heart; I see
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<span style="color: black;">Thee only in the strong chain of insistence;
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<span style="color: black;">O Master! I am free!
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<span style="color: black;">For thou hast slain desire,
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<span style="color: black;">Save for thine inmost fire:
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<span style="color: black;">I hear thee calling from the wings of Time,
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<span style="color: black;">And, answering, my soul is made sublime.
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<span style="color: black;">Here in the dust I lie, a broken shadow,
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<span style="color: black;">A thing unsought, alone;
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<span style="color: black;">A bended blade of grass in the red meadow
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Where lie the gut and bone
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<span style="color: black;">Of those fierce gods who granted
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<span style="color: black;">The heart that burned and panted,
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<span style="color: black;">To break at last in one tremendous beat,
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<span style="color: black;">Scattering its dolorous incense at their feet.
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<span style="color: black;">The way is dark and lone, but I am fearless,
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<span style="color: black;">Fearless as death in love;
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<span style="color: black;">My heart is broken, but mine eyes are tearless:
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<span style="color: black;">I seek the hidden grove
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<span style="color: black;">Where Pan plays to the trees,
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<span style="color: black;">The nymphs, the fauns, the breeze,
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<span style="color: black;">And the sick satyr with his siren-song
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<span style="color: black;">Makes the world ache with longing. I am strong.
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<span style="color: black;">This I can bear, though I am lone and cheerless,
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<span style="color: black;">And withered fruit of spring;
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<span style="color: black;">This I can bear, for all my soul is fearless,
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<span style="color: black;">So shall my soul not sing?
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<span style="color: black;">Rejoice that I am thine,
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<span style="color: black;">That I have given thee wine
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<span style="color: black;">From out my virgin heart, my stainless soul;
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<span style="color: black;">I am corrupted utterly; and whole.
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<span style="color: black;">The slavish singers of the barren years,
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<span style="color: black;">What have they left to say?
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the Moribund they waste weak tears,
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<span style="color: black;">And slobber o’er dull day.
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<span style="color: black;">But we, my God, have been
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<span style="color: black;">Sublimely wise; obscene
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<span style="color: black;">In passion; and her light is round us strown;
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<span style="color: black;">We have enmeshed in passion’s web the Unknown.
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<span style="color: black;">XIII
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<span style="color: black;">We found sleeping; yea, the Panic revel
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<span style="color: black;">Had drawn his spirit far;
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<span style="color: black;">Asleep, he bore the respect of the devil;
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<span style="color: black;">Awake, the morning star
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<span style="color: black;">Flashed in his eyes; oh, scan
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<span style="color: black;">The vision of great Pan;
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<span style="color: black;">Thrust tongue and limbs against his pulsing side,
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<span style="color: black;">And thou shalt know the dayspring as a bride!
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<span style="color: black;">The fire of generation, the salt juices
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<span style="color: black;">Within my body rare,
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<span style="color: black;">Shall remedy our winter-time abuses;
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<span style="color: black;">The odour of thy hair,
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<span style="color: black;">Thy feet, thy hands, shall bring
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<span style="color: black;">Again the Pagan spring,
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<span style="color: black;">And from our bodies’ union men shall know
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<span style="color: black;">To cast the veil from the sad face of woe,
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<span style="color: black;">And know her utterly; her blazing eyes
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<span style="color: black;">Shall burn out in the sun,
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<span style="color: black;">And as she groweth blind a new surprise
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Shall dawn on everyone
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<span style="color: black;">That gazes on her there;
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<span style="color: black;">There shall be no despair,
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<span style="color: black;">But Pan! Pan! Pan! and all the world shall be
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<span style="color: black;">Mingled in one wild burning ecstasy.
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<span style="color: black;">XVI
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They cast out Love, but Love for aye hath dwelling,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Sleeping, within the spirit;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">They have murdered Joy, but Joy reborn is swelling
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In earth, and shall inherit
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Anew the realm of Time,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And earth shall grow sublime
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For ages, till our seed return to those
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who gave youth wisdom with the Staff and Rose.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XVII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The light is fading from the listening skies;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We have seen the golden band
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That flashed with morning breezes on our eyes:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The old gray silent land
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bursts through the husk of sense,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the air grows immense
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With looming shadows of a world so wide,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It sways the ether as the moon the tide.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XVIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The sense of dawn grows louder in men’s ears,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here, in the waiting west;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The veil of darkness by a million spears
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is pierced, and the fair breast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of dawn most purely bleeds,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And from her blood the seeds,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Scattered of old before the cross in gloom
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Arose, spring forth, and bear the golden doom.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XIX
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Now have we passed the dark fate’s outer portal,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And sit enthroned within
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Temple that was cast by hate immortal
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a hell of sin.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But we anointed wait
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The trumpet-call of Fate,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who casts the lot of ages that shall pass,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As in a mirror, before thy soul’s dark glass.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XX
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oh, wiser they who share the day’s dull splendour
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of aimless thought and deed?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oh, braver they who make a tired surrender
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For fear that they should belled
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But life no pity knows;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The sun burns, the dawn grows;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The terror of death, the pangs of birth, are hers,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The yearning soul of the formless universe.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The ways have parted, and the sun is glowing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Over the eternal sand,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the endless road grows steeper; we are going
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into a nameless land.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Time and the gods shall lend
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Their wisdom to the end;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And we shall know what lies beyond, and see
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The shadows of the olden Mystery.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No way may lead us back; our track is hidden
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In dust and sand and grass,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For lo! we journey on a road forbidden,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where no man sees us pass.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It may be we shall find
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The secret dumb and blind;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But the joy of terror seizes us; no stay
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We make, for who looks back shall lose the way.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whither and whence have merged into the roaring
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of angry storm-tossed seas;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the void of time and space still soaring,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We travel with the breeze
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That the old mouth of Time
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Breathes in a fitful rime,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And is lost in the upper air serene and pure,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where, life transcended, light is stern and sure.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXIV
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is enchantment in the stony valley;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The star-lit wooden glen
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Brings murmured echoes to us musically;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We see the moor and fen,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The moon-lit mountain snow,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rain on the corn below,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The silver crescent of the tropic moon,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The day-dawn path with unguessed rapture strewn.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXV
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And we have passed the bounds of man’s derision;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Red-glaring witches howl
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Striking at us in vain in mad division
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of helm and plume and cowl.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Swart, grinning warlocks swive
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Each other, and they strive
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To set envenomed fangs in us, lest we
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Be curtained by the veil of Mystery.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXVI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O hell-locked Mother of divine despair,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With gray eyes bright with pain;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O</span><span style="color: black;"> yearning Maiden with the streaming hair,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">We called thee not in vain;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The shadowy pain is thine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But we have brought thee wine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Fresh from the Bacchic vats, and foaming grape
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And must shall ease thy pain, and lend thee shape!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXVII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Descent!...The airy dusk grows dark with boding
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of a new after-birth;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The toiling earth gives tokens of unloading
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The secret; in her mirth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shall be the Pagan spring,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And joyous echoing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O’er all her valleys and her hills that be
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Set in the shadow of eternity.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXVIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The shadows of things lie in the old gray Hades,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Twin-born of man’s sad mind;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The formless echoes of old wars; the ladies
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of old, to warriors kind,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Enchant us; we are fain
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To bring the past again
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the earth, but we will crush the dream,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And wallow sweating in the mountain-stream,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXIX
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And storm the mountains; we are sick of dreaming
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of a dim past unknown;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oh! for the sight once more of red blood streaming,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of rotting warrior-bone,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of eagles hovering far
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Around the field of war,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of lust and love and longing breaking through
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The chill gray garb of life to flame anew.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXX
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The storied mystery of scarlet fancies
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beats down upon my skull;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The far-strung glamour of the spheres enhances
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The vision wide and full,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The curtain lifts, and bares
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A host of fulfilled prayers,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hopes hidden in the gray garb of the earth
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That wait some angel-trail for path to birth.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O golden singers of the vanished ages,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O bards of olden fame,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Look down, look down upon my unscarred pages,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And touch my screed with flame;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ah! let me be renewed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From your proud solitude;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Grant me the magic of the storied years,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose hearts are flame, fringed by your glorious tears.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Gods who hold me fawn upon me, seeking
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To reach my inmost core,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But they are mine, within me ever speaking;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I silence them; they roar,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Striving to speak, but I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hold them in check; they lie
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Till I shall call them forth to my behest
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To flood the world with rapture, or with rest.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXIII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O world of shadows, slowly disappearing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Under the Master’s wand!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O dawn of daylight, slowly, slowly nearing
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">From out the dark beyond!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Was it in vain I saw
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The vision of the law
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Growing still keener in the sharp blue air,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unsummoned forth by incense or by prayer?
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXIV
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I know not, but I know the way is darkened
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By myriad pilgrim feet;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I only know that my lone ear hath hearkened
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto the rhythmic beat
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of thund’rous, deafening drums,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unto whose spell succumbs
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The outlawed watcher by the inner gate,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who through the hours of gloom doth meditate.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXV
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yea! And from me the world hath slowly faded;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I find no light at all.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only the long, still, shadowy things, unaided,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Creep upwards for a fall
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the dark abyss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where time’s black serpents hiss
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Their hateful paean of the old despair,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Their envy of the blue crystalline air.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXVI
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And lo! We find the Panic revel over,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The cups down-turned; the grape
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is trampled level with the lowly clover;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is no brooding shape,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bright-eyed, bright-winged, and strong
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As a piped mountain-song
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the keen Alpine air: No joy is here,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only the shadow of man’s foolish fear.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">XXXVII
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">The revellers are fled; where, no man knoweth,
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<span style="color: black;">Save it be whence they came;
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<span style="color: black;">The chill, dull wind of desolation bloweth
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<span style="color: black;">Upon the flickering flame
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<span style="color: black;">Of the old lost delight:
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<span style="color: black;">There is no garland bright
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<span style="color: black;">On the brows of the old Hermaphrodite, whose eyes
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<span style="color: black;">Glowed ever newly once with new surprise.
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<span style="color: black;">XXXVIII
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<span style="color: black;">Oh, shadows, shadows, shadows, shadows ever;
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<span style="color: black;">They lisp, the fools, their song:
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<span style="color: black;">But where is fled the lusty, wild endeavour
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<span style="color: black;">To right the ancient wrong?
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<span style="color: black;">They mouth their feeble prayer
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<span style="color: black;">Unto the empty air....
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<span style="color: black;">But we will bring the past, the past, again,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The lust of joy, the rapture and the pain!
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<span style="color: black;">XXXIX
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<span style="color: black;">It shall be mine, O Master, in my singing
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<span style="color: black;">To call the brooding light
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<span style="color: black;">Back to the earth; would that my soul were winging
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">To victory through the night!
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<span style="color: black;">Yea! And it shall be mine
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">To pour the sacred wine,
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<span style="color: black;">And make men drunk with ecstasy as I,
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<span style="color: black;">Drunken with joy whether I live or die.
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<span style="color: black;">XL
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<span style="color: black;">What do they know of joy? They tamely wander
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<span style="color: black;">In barren paths and straight;
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<span style="color: black;">With down-cast modest eyes they sit and ponder
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<span style="color: black;">Outside the mystic gate.
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<span style="color: black;">But roses, roses flame,
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<span style="color: black;">As ever, since they came
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<span style="color: black;">From the wild marriage-bed of young Desire,
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<span style="color: black;">And younger Love, the children of the Fire.
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<span style="color: black;">XLI
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<span style="color: black;">Give me thy wine! So shall my song unending
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Break through the barren prayer
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<span style="color: black;">Of fear and fashion; let the mystic blending
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<span style="color: black;">Of perfumes fill the air
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<span style="color: black;">With hues of light and things
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<span style="color: black;">Unutterable; the stings
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<span style="color: black;">Of joy shall pierce men’s hearts, and there shall be
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<span style="color: black;">Unending, throbbing, passioned ecstasy.
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<span style="color: black;">XLII
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grant me again thy lyre! Let me awaken
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<span style="color: black;">The old eternal spring;
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<span style="color: black;">So shall each soul with pangs of birth be shaken,
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<span style="color: black;">Let the good juices sting.
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<span style="color: black;">The song I craved is mine,
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<span style="color: black;">Thy song of blood and brine;
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<span style="color: black;">Men shall stand naked, unashamed and free,
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<span style="color: black;">To flaunt abroad their new-born ecstasy!
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<span style="color: black;">XLIII
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<span style="color: black;">Nor dream I, for too surely men shall waken,
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<span style="color: black;">Now that the day is born,
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<span style="color: black;">And all thy chosen ones shall be o’ertaken
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<span style="color: black;">By the young feet of morn.
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<span style="color: black;">Grant me, Eros, thy kiss,
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<span style="color: black;">That I may speak thy bliss –
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The revel and the rapture and the feast,
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<span style="color: black;">The Paean, and the Crowning of the Beast!
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<span style="color: black;">XLIV
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Yea! And thy lyre is mine, and I am fearless,
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<span style="color: black;">Naked, and free, and young;
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<span style="color: black;">The torch is out; no longer night is cheerless;
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<span style="color: black;">The hot young day is sprung
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<span style="color: black;">From out the loins of God!
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<span style="color: black;">Rise from the barren sod,
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<span style="color: black;">Raise high the Paean of the God in Man!
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<span style="color: black;">Io Triumphe! Hail to the new-born Pan!</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">SOME OBSERVATIONS INTO THE THELEMIC
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">GEMATRIA OF LIBER AL vel LEGIS
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Sub figura CCXX
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">As delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">PART ONE</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">BY</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">AUDRAREP</span></div>
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.
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<span style="color: black;">Aleister Crowley (666) received the Law of Thelema, which comprises the three chapters of the Book of the Law [Liber Al vel Legis] in Cairo, on April 8, 9 and 10, 1904 e.v. between noon and one o’clock on each consecutive day. Aiwass, an entity who called himself ‘the minister of Hoor-Paar-Kraat’, (the Lord of Silence), dictated it to him. The inception of the new ‘aeon of Horus’ is well documented in Crowley’s writings and therefore it is not necessary for me to dwell upon. Like all Thelemites I find inspiration in the Book of the Law and become enveloped in its mystery of words; its rich and yet obscure beauty; its enlightened ciphers and codes, which for most give proof to its praeter-human origins. I do not profess to be a scholar of the Kabbalah and nor do I fall into the pit of pretence of having any ‘authority’ on the subject.
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<span style="color: black;">I am a student of Magick; a Thelemite who accepts the word of the aeon of Horus into his heart and rejoices at the love of Nu! I bring no great revelations, yet I put forward some suggestions, some of which are already well established and others are my own thoughts, which may help pour forth some light upon the darkness of the aspirant, for we are all born of darkness. It is my opinion that the study of the ‘book’ is a personal matter where one may grow, develop and attain in accordance with one’s own knowledge and capabilities, to illuminate the Great Work in each of us. However, I do believe that accepted and accumulated data as to research be made available and added to in accordance with new-enlightened ideas; the Law, by its very nature must evolve and not become static and dogmatic.
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Audrarep.</em>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">Liber AL vel Legis</span>
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<span style="color: black;">sub figura CCXX
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<span style="color: black;">as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI
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<span style="color: black;">Chapter I
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>1. Had! The manifestation of Nuit.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The first verse declares that through Hadit, Nuit manifests, thus to say that these two entities depend on each other and cannot exist as separate ‘beings’; they are the opposite or complement to each other. Hadit’s nature is to ‘go’ for he is motion, and Nuit’s nature is matter for she is revealed where Hadit remains concealed. Also, notice that the first verse of chapter one begins with five words and five is the pentagram, which is a symbol of Hadit. Had in full is HH-ALP-DLT=555.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>2. The unveiling of the company of heaven.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The company of heaven is humanity and the unveiling is the removal of the old acceptance that god exists ‘without’ and that we are to do His will. The new aeon teaches that we are all ‘stars’ travelling in our own orbits which is the centre of our universe; we each recognize the flame of illumination in all other independent ‘stars’ or ‘beings’ that we encounter and understand that they too are the centre of their own universe. God is ‘within’ each of us and through initiation and the Law of Thelema we become that God.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>3. Every man and every woman is a star.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">We are all an expression of the ‘self god’ and thus interlinked with one and other in the ‘body of Nuit’ which is the limitless light of space (ain soph). As stars, we cannot help but become exposed to other stars and affect them by the power of will. This will can have a devastating and negative effect upon another and weaken them or even destroy them through this collision, which is to corrupt the ‘self god’ and in turn destroy one’s self. Therefore, we are told to respect the inner light within all of us and to remember ‘love is the law, love under will’.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>4. Every number is infinite; there is no difference.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">A reiteration of the previous verse stating once again the importance of accepting the logic that there is no difference between one thing and another thing; to delude one’s self that one thing is greater than another is to pander to that false god, the ego, which is surely to place one’s foot upon the path of the black brotherhood.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>5. Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The ‘warrior lord of Thebes’ is Ankh-f-na-Khonsu, the Priest of Mentu, in the Temple of Amen-Ra, the sun god of the 26th dynasty. He is depicted on the Stele of Revealing whose exhibit number at the Boulak Museum in Cairo was 666. Ankh-f-na-Khonsu translates as ‘His life is in Khonsu’ Crowley believed himself to have been Ankh-f-na-Khonsu in a previous life and details of this can be found in ‘Across the Gulf’, The Equinox, volume I, number VII. The capital C of children indicates another meaning and perhaps it refers to the grade of Babe of the Abyss.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">In verse six, we are urged by Aiwass speaking as Nuit to identify ourselves with Hadit. The secret centre, heart and tongue are an allusion to the upper supernal triad of Kether, Chokhmah and Binah. ‘Be thou Hadit’ also contains 11 letters and the sentence including the ampersand has 11 words.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar-kraat.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">AIWASS (6 letters, 6=the sun) by Greek numeration = 1+10+6+1+200+200=418 - (ABRAHADABRA). A is the letter of AIR, I is the Father, V is the Son and S is the letter of Fire. (Aiwass also has the Hebrew spelling OIVZ [AIWAZ] 70+10+6+7=93 and refers to another aspect of his nature.
Aleph=ONE, O in the Tarot which is the Fool, the element of Air. Also Aleph/One= the male principle (Phallus) and Aleph/O the female principle (Kteis). Also, note there are 52 letters in the verse. Hoor-paar-kraat is the god of silence, the babe in the egg of blue who is the symbol of the Holy Guardian Angel.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">Khabs= star, the self god within each of us; the innermost light which is LVX and Khu is the subtle robe in which it is housed, beyond the veil of the mind and the body. Also, notice KHU 20+5+6=31 and KU 20+6=26.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The Khabs is the light of Nu and the verse contains 11 words, which is the number of Magick.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>10. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>11. These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are fools.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
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<span style="color: black;">Observe the equation (+1) + (-1) =O or 1 (-1) =O.
Love=111 which is Aleph, the Fool. It is also a number of Binah= 1+1+1=3. The word ‘Fill’=6+10+30+30=76 (7+6=13= AChAD and XIII, Death in the Tarot.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">Nuit through Aiwass is here stating that she is linked to the adept and shares his/her joy.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>14. Above, the gemmed azure is
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The naked splendour of Nuit;
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>She bends in ecstasy to kiss
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The secret ardours of Hadit.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>The winged globe, the starry blue,
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
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<span style="color: black;">The verse describes poetically the distinction between Nuit, Hadit and Ankh-af-na-Khonsu as shown on the Stele of Revealing. Verse 14 contains 31 words.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>15. Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.
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<span style="color: black;">Nuit through Aiwass is here giving the Beast the authority as prophet of the aeon of Horus the power to promulgate the Law of Thelema. Note that BEAST= 2+5+1+60+9=77 (OZ) also ThRION=400+200+10+6+50=666. ALL=1+30+30=61 (AL=31).
ShT: (S=XX in the Tarot and T=XI in the Tarot). XX= the Stele of Revealing= Judgement, the end of an aeon. XI= Strength, Leo, Babalon & the Beast conjoined.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>16. For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The verse shows certain qualities of the Beast and the Scarlet Woman. HAD=5+1+4=10. The ‘winged secret flame’ is of course Hadit and the ‘stooping starlight’ is Nuit. The Sun and the Moon conjoined (planetary signs)= ShT – the sigil of the mark of the Beast forming a foreshortened phallus.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>17. But ye are not so chosen.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>18. Burn upon their brows, o splendrous serpent!
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<span style="color: black;">A reference to the kundalini as it reaches the ajna. The serpent is also Hadit.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>19. O azure-lidded woman, bend upon them!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The ‘azure-lidded woman’ is Nuit.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>20. The key of the rituals is in the secret word which I have given unto him.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">This word is ABRAHADABRA the sacred word of 11 letters (5 vowels symbolic of man and the pentagram – microcosm and 6 consonants symbolic of God and the hexagram – macrocosm. It represents the accomplishment of the Great Work, which is the union of the microcosm and the macrocosm (5+6=11).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>21. With the God & the Adorer I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit.
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<span style="color: black;">The union of Hadit and Nuit by and act of will and love.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>22. Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">This ‘secret name’ is BABALON =2+1+2+1+30+70+50=156. The adept will receive certain knowledge when he/she is ready in respect of ‘secret names’ which will have special relevance to the work of the adept. Also note: ‘ANY’=1+50+10=61. ‘HIM’=5+10+40=55. ‘HURT’=5+6+200+9=220 (220 are the number of verses in The Book of the Law).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>24. I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty.
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<span style="color: black;">Nuit=NU=50+6=56. (6= vau ,the bull and the sun; 50= nun, the scorpion). N of NU= Infinite Space and U= the Infinite Stars thereof. ITH is Her great creative force which is extended in TH.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>25. Divide, add, multiply, and understand.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">‘Divide’ = 6 divided by 50= O.12
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<span style="color: black;">O= The circumference= Nuit.
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<span style="color: black;">.=The centre= Hadit.
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<span style="color: black;">1= The unity preceding Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
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<span style="color: black;">2= The Coptic H, shape closely resembles the Arabic 2= The breath of life – Thoth/conciousness.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Addition’ = 6+50=56= NU, and concentrating 5+6=11.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Multiply’ =6x50= 300 (Shin) – Ruach Elohim, the Holy Spirit.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the beauteous one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So she answered him, bendingdown, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my ecstasy, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my body.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>27. 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 of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!
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<span style="color: black;">Nuit above the Abyss is not ‘one’ but ‘none’.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">NONE=(NVNE)=50+6+50+5=111.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>29. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">UNION by the Tarot = V+XIII+IX+XV+XIII=55.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
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<span style="color: black;">ONES by the Tarot = V+XIII+XVII+XX (S as Shin) =55.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>32. Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heaven; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>34. But she said: the ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The ordeals are brought about by the process of initiation and are there to challenge the candidate and are usually given in the most ordinary of ways which shall be known to the adept;. ‘an aspirant on the threshold of Initiation finds himself assailed by the ‘’complexes’’ which have corrupted him, their externalization excruciating him, and his agonized reluctance to their elimination plunging him into such ordeals that he seems (both to himself and others) to have turned from a noble and upright man into an unutterable scoundrel’. [Quoting Crowley from ‘What you should know about the Golden Dawn’. I. Regardie. (Phoenix; Falcon Press. 1985, p 77.
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<span style="color: black;">The idea of having the rituals and ordeals stated in a formalized way would create dogma and produce that detested institution – a ‘church’, which is the exact opposite of the desired effect of this ‘kiss to mankind’ – man is to seek within and not look to a ‘Papal’ figure for guidance where the word can become twisted; each for themselves.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">LAW in Greek is NOMOC from NEM, in Latin = NEMO. Law in Hebrew is ThORA.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>37. Also the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>39. The word of the Law is THELEMA.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">THELEMA=93 by Greek Kabbalah. Written in full it is 2542 (2+5+4+2=13 AChAD [unity] and AHBH [love] also O in the Tarot, the Fool).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>40. Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Hermit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">These three grades of the Thelemite are the Man of Earth which symbolizes the material aspect of the adept; the Lover whose passion towards the Great Work is boundless and the Hermit who works solitary but not in seclusion and dedicates his life unto the Law of Thelema and the Great Work. There is a further meaning= THELEMA= (THE) which is the Hermit (Yod); (LE ) the Lovers (Zain), the lightening flash and (MA) the Man of Earth (Pe) The Blasted Tower. These three keys equal 31, which is LA (Not), and AL (God); also, Thelema= Nuit,the All embracing 31x3=93. THE=14, the pentagram and the rule of spirit over matter. The Hierophant (vau) also Leo/Aries, the Lion and the Ram; LE=38, the key= ABRAHADABRA=418, divided by the number of its letters which is 11=Justice or Balance. MA=41, the inverted pentagram which symbolises matter dominant over spirit; the Hanged Man and the Fool – those who have not accepted the Law of Thelema.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law’ has 11 words and contains 37 letters (111 divided by 3=37).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>41. The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The verse states that there is no shame in sex and that it should be a joyous occasion and flow forth naturally and un-restricted. It reiterates the fact that all bodies are stars, each travelling in their own orbit. Stars may come together in pleasure without the fear of hurt, and sin and the old beliefs of ownership etc. ‘O Man’ seems to indicate certain ordeals for the man of earth grade and ‘O Lover’ seems to do the same for the Lover grade. ‘The word of Sin is Restriction’ contains 25 letters. WILL=WLL (6+30+30) =66. HELL=HLL (5+30+30) =65.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>42. Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>43. Do that, and no other shall say nay.
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<span style="color: black;">If the aspirant is performing their true will then the universe will assist them and no other (or Nuit) can distract from the great work. NAY=50+1+10=61.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>44. For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>45. The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>46. Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred & eighteen.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">61= AIN the true nothing of Nuit which is 8, 80, 418.
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<span style="color: black;">8= Cheth, spelt in full it is 418. (Tau=400, Yod=10, Cheth=8).
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<span style="color: black;">418=ABRAHADABRA, the word of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
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<span style="color: black;">80=(Pe) the letter of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>47. But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">HALF=5+1+30+6=42 (4+2=6 the Sun)
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<span style="color: black;">UNITE contains the name of NUIT and by addition is 6+50+10+9+5=80. By the Tarot we get: V+XIII+IX+XI+XVII=55 Malkuth, the Bride. The word also looks as if there is a possible formula hidden: 5 letters= pentagram which is the symbol of Hadit. By dividing the word into three sections so that we have UN (NU reversed) – IT – E we can extract the word Nuit to leave the letter E which will give us a dominant factor for further equations, such as UN+E (56+5)=61. Also IT (10+9) =19= the Serpent, Leo, Strength, Ra-Hoor-Khuit, Lion, XI in the Tarot (Lust) and the letter Teth. It is solar in influence and represents the Phallus.
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<span style="color: black;">506 qabalistically backwards=605 and 605+61=666.
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<span style="color: black;">666=6x111 and 11=Aleph=O in the Tarot.
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<span style="color: black;">666=1+2+3+4+5+6……………+35+36=666, the sum of the numbers in the magic square of sol (the sun). 666 is the number of the Beast.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>48. My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book?</strong>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>49. Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods; and let Asar be with Isa, who also are one. But they are not of me. Let Asar be the adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his secret name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>50. There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be given in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one know well the other!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">The palace is Malkuth and the four gates are the elements, (this could also represent Light, Life, Love and Liberty). Amn Ho! (AMN=AMEN=91 or taking N as final=741) PALACE= HIKL=5+10+20+30=65 (Samekh 60 + Heh 5 by the Tarot is XIV+XVII=31.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!
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<span style="color: black;">The heart is the symbol of love and intelligence and therefore represents Ra-Hoor-Khuit while the tongue is the organ of speech and represents Thoth.
To me = To (Mu-eta) – ‘the not’ in Greek. Also ‘To Mu-eta’ = 418.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>56. Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expected house cometh that child. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they understand a little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.
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<span style="color: black;">SOME=60+6+40+5=111
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>All these old letters of my Book are aright; but [Tzaddi] is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
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<span style="color: black;">AUGHT=1+6+3+5+9=24
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>60. My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">US=6+60=66 (66= verses in chapter one). 66 is also HOOR by the Tarot XVII+XV+XV+XIX=66. Also Allah (ALLH).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
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<span style="color: black;">JOY=10+70+10=90= Tzaddi, the fish hook. Or 10+6+10=26= IHVH (Jehovah).
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say -- and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple -- To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.</strong>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!</strong>
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<span style="color: black;">LOVE=30+70+6+5=111. In Greek it is AGAPE=93 and in Hebrew AHBH=1+5+2+5=13.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>65. To me! To me!
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>66. The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.
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<span style="color: black;">HAD+NV=10+56=66. Also, note that verse 66 contains 31 letters.
66=1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11 (The Tree of Life=10 Sephiroth and number 11 the Qliphoth). 66 is also Allah (ALLH 1+30+30+5) and notice ‘is at an end’ contains the word SATAN that is 300+1+9+1+50=361. This number (a perfect square) represents the supernals (3), the members of Ruach (6) and Malkuth (1). By the Tarot we get: XX+O+XI+O+XIII=44 (DM Blood).</span>
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<span style="color: black;">A BRIEF HISTORY
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SIMON, LORD FRASER OF LOVAT
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Boleskine House stands on the South-Eastern shore of Loch Ness in Scotland and it was built around 1760 as a hunting lodge for the Honourable Archibald Campbell Fraser, born 16th August 1736 and dying on 8th December 1815. Archibald was the 38th Chief of the Fraser Clan and he was the 3rd son of Simon, the 11th Lord Fraser of Lovat who after a trial of five days was sentenced to death on 19th March 1747. He was beheaded at the Tower of London aged 80 years on 9th April 1747 for supporting the 1745 Jacobite Rebellion. He was the last man to be executed in this manner in Britain.</span><br />
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Archibald married Jane Fraser, in 1763, the daughter of William Fraser and sister of Sir William Fraser bart. Archibald and Jane had six sons, none of which lived beyond Archibald’s death in 1815 to continue the line and so the Lovat estate was transferred to a distant cousin Thomas Alexander Fraser of Strichen (1802-1875).
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<span style="color: black;">After 1782 and the death of Archibald’s elder half brother Lieutenant-General Simon Fraser, born 1726, Archibald inherited the family estate and also became a Member of Parliament for Inverness-shire. He also became Colonel of the 1st Inverness-shire local militia.
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<span style="color: black;">The house was built on land purchased from the Church on a site reputedly chosen to annoy Lord Lovat whose estate surrounded the property. There is a legend which states that the house may have been built on the site of a church which caught fire trapping the entire congregation who perished inside, but there is no evidence to prove this. </span><br />
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There is also the legend that the minister for Boleskine during the mid to late 17th century, the Reverend Thomas Houston was plagued by a local wizard who raised the bodies of the dead in the burial ground (indeed his own grave is located there) and that he had to lay the dead. There is some truth for we find in the ‘Publications of the Scottish History Society volume xxiv 1643-1688 edited, with an Introduction, from the Original Manuscript, by William Mackay [Edinburgh. 1896] that
‘In June 1670 Mr. Thomas Houston, minister of Boleskine, complained that ' his house had been laitly seized upon by Lochabber Robbers, himselfe threatened with naked swords and drawne durks at his brest, his money and household stuff plundered ; and seeing that one of their number suffered death laitly therefor at Inverness the rest of them were lieing in wait for his life, and threatening his ruine and dammage, so that in the evening he is affrayed to [be] burnt to ashes or [i.e. before] morning,' Mr. Houston had reason to be alarmed, for his predecessor had been barbarously murdered.’ [Introduction xv]. Also ‘In 1684, the minister of Boleskine reported 'that all persons of all ranks indifferently buried their dead within his church, not only his own parishioners, but some others of the neighbouring parishes, so that several coffins were hardly under ground, which was like to be very dangerous and noisome to the hearers of the word within the said church.' Boleskine was not worse than other parishes. The dogs that followed the people to church fought over the human bones that protruded through the earthen floor ; and for the malignant fevers that so often ravaged the country, the foul air which the worshippers breathed while they worshipped was not less responsible than the insanitary condition of their dwelling-houses.’ [Introduction xvii].
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<span style="color: black;">The house appeared in articles for let such as this: ‘Romantic Summer Residence in Inverness-shire, to be let, furnished, entry immediately, Boleskine Cottage, within a mile of the Falls of Foyers, the most celebrated of British cataracts, and 18 miles from Inverness, is to be let furnished for such period as may be agreed on. To a family that may desire a few months retreat to the romantic scenery of the Highlands, a more interesting situation but seldom offers. The cottage is slated, and being situated on a rising ground, commands a complete view of Lochness, from east to west. It consists of a spacious public room, of 32 feet in length, two large bed-rooms, and two wings, one of which contains kitchen and servants apartment; the interior of the other wing is not thoroughly furnished. The public post road passes within a few yards of the house, and a steam boat, between Inverness and Fort Augustus, touches at Foyers regularly every day during summer, by which conveyance all kinds of provisions may be depended on.’ [Caledonian Mercury. 4th May & 22nd July 1822]
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<span style="color: black;">During September to November 1849 John King Esq, a member of the Parochial Board of Inverness, was living at Boleskine Cottage and his Gamekeeper was Hugh Fraser. [Inverness Courier. Thursday 20th September and Thursday 22nd November 1849]
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<span style="color: black;">The Inverness Courier of Thursday 19th September 1850 states that a ‘Game Certificate’ for the period 6th July to 12th September was issued to J. S. Entwistle Esq, of Boleskine Cottage. From ‘The Sporting Review’ of January 1851 we see that on Boleskine and Dunmaglass Moors, ‘J. S. Entwistl Esq, got 400 brace of grouse.’
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<span style="color: black;">An ad appeared in the Inverness Courier of Thursday 7th February 1856 which reads: ‘Growing Larch, Ash, and Elm, for sale. In the Larch Wood at Boleskine, planted 30 years ago, and covering 8 acres or thereby, the half whereof, or about every second tree, is marked for sale. The circumference of this Larch is believed to be 35 inches at 3 feet from the base. The servant at Boleskine cottage, south side of Loch Ness, will point out the lot. Apply to the Proprietor. A. T. F. Fraser, of Abertarff, by Inverness.’
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<span style="color: black;">And again: ‘Furnished Residence, with or without Shootings & Fishings, to be let, with immediate entry. Boleskine Cottage, delightfully situated on the South Banks of Loch-Ness, about eighteen miles from Inverness, and one mile from the Falls of Foyers, together with Garden and 40 Acres of Land, partly planted and partly arable. Coach-House, and Four Stall-Stable, and with or without the superior Shootings and Fishings on Wester Aberchalder, extending to upwards of 2000 Acres, and within two miles of the cottage – will be let, with immediate entry, for such period as may be agreed on.
The cottage contains two large Public-rooms, five Bed-rooms, four Dressing-rooms, and ample servant’s accommodation. This residence is one of the most attractive and commodious in the Highlands.
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<span style="color: black;">Loch-Ness affords ample Salmon and Trout fishing, other adjoining shootings may probably be had if desired. Application to be made to Donald Davidson, solicitor, Inverness; or to Mr Snowie, gun-maker, there. Inverness, 12th May 1859.’ [Inverness Courier. Thursday 19th May 1859]
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Ads for the letting of Boleskine <span style="color: black;">House in the Inverness Courier also appeared from March to July 1859; June to July 1862; July to August 1865 and April to August 1868.</span>
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On Saturday 18th February 1860 a man was drowned near Boleskine House. The Inverness Courier of Thursday 23rd February 1860 reported that ‘at about 5 pm, James Chisholm, servant to Captain Clavering, and Duncan Maclaren, shepherd, went out in a boat to set some lines, leaving a companion on the shore. On exchanging positions when about 40 yards from the shore, Maclaren resigning to Chisholm the sculls he had been pulling, the boat upset, and Maclaren being thrown to a distance struck out for the land, Chisholm clinging to the keel. The boat with Chisholm ultimately reached the shore, but Maclaren must have sunk, overcome with fatigue and the excessive cold’. Maclaren’s body was never found, but the most disturbing part of the story is that they had to ‘record most heartless conduct on the part of an onlooker, for we are credibly informed that he actually saw the boat upset and the poor men clinging to it, and then walked away to Inverfarigaig, a distance of a mile and a-half, without giving the least alarm, although Chisholm’s house was but 300 yards distant.’
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‘Desirable Highland Residence on the South Bank of Loch-Ness, to be let’ says the Inverness Courier of Thursday 5th August 1869. It goes on to say that there is ‘Policies and Garden’ and ‘ample accommodation for a large family; a Four-stalled stable, Coach-House and Porter’s Lodge.’ Access to the house is easy ‘both by the County Road, which passes through the Grounds...and by Loch-Ness, on which steamers ply daily in Summer and Autumn, and twice a-week in Winter. Refer to the Proprietor, A. T. F. Fraser of Abertarff; or to D. Davidsaon, solicitor, Inverness; or to Mr Snowie, gun maker, there; or, in Edinburgh, to Aeneas Macbean, W. S.’
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On 31st January 1887 ‘Mrs Janetta Fraser Macpherson Fraser, widow of the late Archibald Thomas Frederick Fraser of Abertarrf [died 1884], and great granddaughter of the Right honourable Simon, eleventh Lord Lovat (of the 45)’ died at Boleskine House. [Dundee Courier. Tuesday 8th February 1887]
The house remained in the Fraser family until Crowley bought it in 1899.
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<span style="color: black;">ENTER ALEISTER CROWLEY
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Crowley was looking for a ‘magical house’ to perform the ‘Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage’.
‘The first essential is a house in a more or less secluded situation. There should be a door opening to the north from the room of which you make your oratory. Outside this door, you construct a terrace covered with fine river sand. This ends in a “lodge” where the spirits may congregate.’ [Confessions. p. 184]
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<span style="color: black;">While travelling through the Highlands in August 1899, Crowley stopped off at Foyers with the intention of seeing the Falls of Foyers and climbing some of the rocks around Loch Ness. It was from one of the rock faces that Crowley glimpsed the perfect location for performing the Sacred Magic – Boleskine House. The house was a large-one storey hunting lodge half way between Foyers and Inverfarigaig with extensive grounds incorporating a formal garden and orchard and various out-buildings such as stables etc. Opposite the house on the Loch-side was the ancient burial ground of the Fraser Clan and further beyond, across the Loch lay the romantic ruins of Urquhart Castle. The house seemed to be perfect for the Abra-Melin Operation: </span><br />
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‘If possible the whole of this Operation should be performed in a place where solitude can be obtained; the best being, as Abramelin writes: "Where there is a small wood, in the midst of which you shall make a small Altar, and you shall cover the same with a hut of fine branches, so that the rain may not fall thereon and extinguish the Lamps and the Censer." The Altar should be made of wood and in the manner of a cupboard, so that it may hold all the necessary things. There should be two tunics, one of linen, and the other of Crimson or Scarlet Silk with gold. The sacred oil is prepared from myrrh, cinnamon and galangal mixed with olive oil. The incense of Olibanum, storax, and lign aloes, or cedar, is reduced to a fine powder and well mixed together. The Wand is cut from an Almond tree.’ [The Equinox Volume 1, number III. The Temple of Solomon the </span><span style="color: black;">King]</span><br />
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Crowley had made his mind up that he must have the house and so he contacted the owner Mary Rose Hill Burton, who after an initial denial accepted Crowley’s offer at twice the value of the house, paying £2000. By November 1899 Boleskine House belonged to Crowley.
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Mary Rose Hill Burton was born on 11th July 1859 at Lauriston Place, Edinburgh. She was the daughter of the historian and political economist John Hill Burton born 22nd August 1809 in Gallowgate, Aberdeen and dying on 10th August 1881 at Morton House in Edinburgh. John Hill Burton is the author of such works as: ‘Jacobite correspondence of the Atholl Family’ (1840), ‘Life and correspondence of David Hume’ (1846), ‘Lives of Simon Lord Lovat and Duncan Forbes of Culluden’ (1847), ‘Narrative from Criminal Trials in Scotland’ (1852), and ‘History of the Reign of Queen Anne’ (1880). Mary is his daughter by his 2nd marriage (after his first wife Isabella’s death in 1849) to Katherine Innes born in 1824 the daughter of the Judge, historian and antiquary, Cosmo Nelson Innes (1798-1874). Cosmo was the author of several works including: ‘Scotland in the Middle Ages’ (1860), ‘Sketches of early Scottish History’ (1861), ‘Ancient Laws and Customs of the Burghs of Scotland A.D. 1124-1424 (1868) and ‘Lectures on Scottish Legal Antiquities’ (1872). John and Katherine were married on 3rd August 1855 at St Pauls, York Place, Edinburgh. Along with daughter Mary they had three more children: William Kinninmond Burton (1856-1899), Rose Burton (1857-1858) and Cosmo Innes Burton (1862-1890).
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<span style="color: black;">Mary Rose Hill Burton studied under the Edinburgh Association for the University Education of Women and she became an artist. She died on 5th June 1900 in Rome, Italy, no doubt either visiting or living there on the proceeds of the sale of Boleskine House to Aleister Crowley for twice the market value of the property. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Her obituary appeared in the Standard: ‘Miss Mary Rose Hill Burton, a daughter of the historian Mr John Hill Burton, by his second wife Katherine Rose, daughter of the late sheriff Cosmo Innes, of Morayshire, died last week in Rome. She was born in Edinburgh and was educated at Paris, where she devoted herself enthusiastically to the study of art. In landscapes and interiors she attained most distinction, her style being that of the French school, and she was an exhibitor at the Royal Academy, where a canvas of hers, “keening” exhibited in 1892, attracted much attention. Fond of travelling, she, a few years since, paid a visit to her brother, William, in Japan, where he was consulting engineer to the Mikado, and brought home with her several clever sketches, which she afterwards exhibited in her own room in London, and one of which, at least, “Iris Garden at Tokyo”, was shown on the wall of the Royal Academy of 1896. The deceased lady was about forty years of age.’ [The London Standard. Friday 15th June 1900]
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Mary was opposed to the British Aluminium Company (formed in 1895) building their works at Foyers to supply the Inverness District with electricity. The</span><span style="color: black;"> smelting plant was to use the Falls of Foyers for its power. Mary was ‘one of two Stratherrick residents who voted to limit and contain British Aluminium’s development in the area.[...] Mary Rose Hill Burton, for example, drew and painted the Falls as much as she could prior to British Aluminium’s takeover.’ [Artistic Advocate: Mary Rose Hill Burton and the Falls of Foyers. Janice Helland. Journal of Scottish Historical Studies. Scottish Economic and Social History. Volume 17. Page 127. November. 1997]
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<span style="color: black;">Her mother Katherine died in 1898, on Tuesday 29th November in Boleskine House, Stratherrick, Inverness. Katherine was an active campaigner for women’s education and suffrage and she was the author of ‘Memoir of Cosmo Innes’ published by W. Paterson in 1874, and ‘Memoir of Mrs Crudelius’ published in 1879. Katherine also wrote a memoir of her husband John Hill Burton which appeared in the preface to his book ‘The Book Hunter’ (1882). Her death notice appeared in the ‘Inverness Courier’ dated Friday 2nd December <span style="color: black;">1898: 'Died, at Boleskine House, suddenly, Katherine Innes, aged 71, eldest Daughter of the late Cosmo Innes, and Widow of the late John Hill Burton. R.I.P. Funeral from Boleskine to Stratherrick at 12, on Saturday 3rd December. Requiem Mass at 11 at Boleskine. All are invited to attend.'</span>
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<span style="color: black;">The following year, Boleskine House was ‘for let’ according to the Inverness Courier of Tuesday 23rd May 1899. [it was also advertised to let in the Inverness Advertiser on the following dates: Tuesday 5th April 1859, Tuesday 16th April 1867 and Tuesday 3rd August 1869]</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Many myths have developed around the house from the time of Crowley’s ownership which include those of a local butcher cutting off his own hand with a cleaver and dying after receiving a note from Crowley scribbled on a piece of paper with a spell on the reverse. There are also rumours that a tunnel exists and runs from the cellars of Boleskine House to the burial ground which lies below the house by the loch side. Crowley says in his ‘Confessions’ that he had ‘picked out Boleskine for its loneliness. Lord Lovat and Mrs Fraser-Tytler, my nearest neighbours, were eight miles away, while Grant of Glenmoriston was on the other side of Loch Ness. Besides, Boleskine was already the centre of a thousand legends. </span><br />
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Even before I came there there was a fine crop of the regular Highland superstitions.
I certainly used to hear the “rolling of the head”, but when I put in a billiard table, the old gentleman preferred it to the corridor and confined his amusements to the gunroom. Even before that, he had always stopped at the Pylon of the corridor which marked off from the rest of the house the wing which was consecrated to Abra-Melin. I have never discovered any explanation of these noises. We used to listen at the door of the gunroom, and the head would roll merrily up and down the table with untiring energy. The moment we opened the door the noise would stop; but there would be no visible cause.</span><br />
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During my absence, the reputation of the house had become more formidable than ever before. I have little doubt that the Abra-Melin devils, whatever they are, used the place as convenient headquarters and put in some of their spare time in terrifying the natives. No one would pass the house after dark. Folk got into the habit of going round through Strath Errick, a detour of several miles. There were a great many definite legends; but I made rather a point of refraining from making a collection. I was completely committed to rationalism and the occurrence of miracles was a nuisance. I should have liked to deny the reality of the whole Abra-Melin business, but the phenomena were just as patent as the stones of the house.’ [Confessions. p. 358-359]
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<span style="color: black;">THE SACRED MAGIC OF ABRAMELIN THE MAGE
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On Wednesday 7th February 1900 Crowley was at Boleskine House and settling into Highland life: ‘The house is a long low building. I set apart the south-western half for my work. The largest room has a bow window and here I made my door and constructed the terrace and lodge. Inside the room I set up my oratory proper. This was a wooden structure, lined in part with the big mirrors which I brought from London.’ [Confessions. p. 184] These of course, are the mirrors Crowley had installed at his flat in Chancery Lane, London.
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<span style="color: black;">By Saturday 24th February he began making his preparations for the Sacred Magic of Abramelin, (which must begin at Easter), taking his ‘Oath of the Beginning’ on that day: </span><br />
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‘I, Perdurabo, Frater Ordinis Rosae Rubeae et Aureae Crucis, a Lord of the Paths in the Portal of the Vault of the Adepts, a 5°=6□ of the Order of the Golden Dawn; and an humble servant of the Christ of God; do this day spiritually bind myself anew:
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<span style="color: black;">By the sword of vengeance:
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<span style="color: black;">By the Powers of the Elements:
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<span style="color: black;">By the Cross of Suffering:
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<span style="color: black;">That I will devote myself to the Great Work: the obtaining of Communion with my own Higher and Divine Genius (called the Guardian Angel) by means of the prescribed course; and that I will use my Power so obtained unto the Redemption of the Universe.
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<span style="color: black;">So help me the Lord of the Universe and mine own Higher Soul!
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The Obligation of the Operation
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I, Perdurabo, in the Presence of the Lord of the Universe, and of all Powers Divine and Angelic, do spiritually bind myself, even as I am now physically bound unto the Cross of Suffering.
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<span style="color: black;">(1) To unite my consciousness with the divine, as I may be permitted and aided by the Gods Who live for ever, The Aeons of Infinite years; that, being lost in the Limitless Light, it may find itself: to the regeneration of the Race, either of man or as the Will of God shall be. And I submit myself utterly to the Will Divine.
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<span style="color: black;">(2) To follow out with courage, modesty, loving-kindness and perseverance the course prescribed by Abra-Melin the Mage; as far as in me lies, unto the attainment of this end.
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<span style="color: black;">(3) To despise utterly the things and the opinions of this world lest they hinder me in doing this.
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<span style="color: black;">(4) To use my powers only to the Spiritual well-being of all with whom I may be brought into contact.
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<span style="color: black;">(5) To give no place to Evil: and to make eternal war against the Forces of Evil: until even they be redeemed unto the Light.
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<span style="color: black;">(6) To harmonize my own spirit so that Equilibrium may lead me to the East; and that my Human Consciousness shall allow no usurpation of its rule by the Automatic.
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<span style="color: black;">(7) To conquer the temptations.
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<span style="color: black;">(8) To banish the illusions.
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<span style="color: black;">(9) To put my whole trust in the Only and Omnipotent Lord God: as it is written, ‘Blessed are they that put their trust in Him.’
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<span style="color: black;">(10)To uplift the Cross of Sacrifice and Suffering; and to cause my Light so to shine before men
that they may glorify my Father which is in Heaven.
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<span style="color: black;">Furthermore, I most solemnly promise and swear: to acquire this Holy Science in the manner prescribed in the Book of Abra-Melin, without omitting the least imaginable thing of its contents; not to gloss or comment in any way on that which may be or may not be, not to use this Sacred Science to offend the Great God, nor to work ill unto my neighbour: to communicate it to no living person, unless by long practice and conversation I shall know him thoroughly, well examining whether such an one really intendeth to work for the Good or for the Evil. I will punctually observe, in granting it, the same fashion which was used by Abra-Melin to Abraham. Otherwise, let him who receiveth it draw no fruit therefrom. I will keep myself as from a Scorpion from selling this Science. Let this Science remain in me and in my generation as long as it shall please the Most High.
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<span style="color: black;">As all these points I generally and severally swear to observe under the awful penalty of the displeasure of God, and of Him to whose Knowledge and Conversation I do most ardently aspire.
So help me the Lord of the Universe, and my own Higher Soul!’
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At Boleskine Crowley kept a small twenty page book in which he recorded his magical work titled ‘The Book of the Operation of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage. (Being the account of the events of my life, with notes on the operation by P., an humble Aspirant thereto.)’ After the ‘Oath of the Beginning’ the rest of the book which commences from November 1899 and ends in February 1900 is divided into three sections dealing with the events of his life during that period; the ‘Operation of the Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin’, and finally with MacGregor Mathers and the Golden Dawn business which caused Crowley to postpone the working of the ‘Sacred Magic’. </span><br />
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Also at this time Crowley was receiving visions through the process of skrying and ‘Rising on the Planes’ as taught in the Golden Dawn.: ‘In bed, I invoked the Fire angels and spirits on the tablet, with names, etc., and the 6th Key. I then (as Harpocrates) entered my crystal. An angel, meeting me, told me among other things, that they (of the tablets) were "at war with the angels of the 30 AEthyrs, to prevent the squaring of" "the circle." I went with him unto the abodes of Fire, but must have fallen asleep, or nearly so. Anyhow, I regained consciousness in a very singular state half consciousness being there, and half here. I recovered and banished the Spirits, but was burning all over, and tossed restlessly about... very sleepy, but consumed of fire! Only repeated careful assumption of Harpocrates' god-form enabled me to regain my normal state. I had a long dream of a woman eloping, whom I helped, and after of a man stealing my Rose Cross jewel from a dressing-table in a hotel. I caught him and found him a weak man beyond natural (I could bend or flatten him at will), and then the dream seemed to lose coherence. ... I carried him about and found a hair-brush to beat him, &c. &c. Query: Was I totally obsessed?’ </span><br />
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And again: ‘Invoking the angels of Earth I obtained a wonderful effect. The angel, my guide, treated me with great contempt and was very rude and truthful. He shewed me divers things. In the centre of the earth is formulated the Rose and Cross. Now the Rose is the Absolute Self-Sacrifice, the merging of "all" in the 0 (Negative) the Universal Principle of generation through change ("not" merely the feminine), and the Universal Light "Khabs" The Cross is the Extension or Pekht principle. Now I should have learned more but my attention wandered. This closes the four elemental visions: prosecuted, alas! with what weakness, fatuity, and folly!’ Also: ‘I ... in the afternoon shut myself up, and went on a journey. ... I went with a very personal guide: and beheld (after some lesser things) our Master as he sate by the Well with the Woman of Samaria. Now the five husbands were five great religions which had defiled the purity of the Virgin of the World: and "he whom thou now hast" was materialism (or modern thought). Other scenes also I saw in His life: and behold I also was crucified! Now did I go backwards in time even unto Berashith, the Beginning, and was permitted to see marvellous things. First the Abyss of the Water: on which I, even I, brooded amid other dusky flames as S upon M held by my Genius. And I beheld the victory of Ra upon Apophis and the First of the Golden Dawns! Yea: and monsters, faces half-formed, arose: but they subsisted not. And the firmament was. Again the Chaos and the Death! Then "Ath" Hashamaim v. "ath" h-aretz. There is a whirling intertwining infinitude of nebulae, many concentric systems, each system non-concentric to any other, yet "all" concentric to the whole. As I went backwards in time they grew faster and faster, and less and less material. (P.S. This is the scientific hypothesis, directly contrary to that of Anna Kingsford), and at last are whirling wheels of light: yet through them "waved" a thrill of an intenser invisible light in a direction perpendicular to the tangents. I asked to go yet further back and behold! I am floating on my back cast down! in a wind of Light flashing down upon me from the immeasurable Above. (This Light is of a blueish silver tinge.) And I saw that Face, lost above me in the height inscrutable: a face of absolute beauty. And I saw as it were a Lamb slain in the Glamour of Those Eyes. Thus was I made pure: for there, what impunity could live? I was told that not many had been so far back: none further: those who "could" go farther would not, since that would have reabsorbed them into the Beginning, and that must not be to him who hath sworn to uplift the Standard of Sacrifice and Sorrow, which is strength. (I forgot the Angels in the Planetary Whirl. They regarded me with curiosity: and were totally unable to comprehend my explanation that I was a "Man, returning in time to behold the" "Beginning of Things.)" " Now was I able to stand in my Sephiroth: and the Crown of Twelve Stars" "was upon my head! I then went into the centre of the earth (I suppose) and" "stood upon the " top of an high mountain. The many dragons and guardians I was able to overpower by "authority." Now the mount was of glistening whiteness, exceeding white as snow: yet dead and unluminous. And I beheld a vision, even like unto that of the Universal Mercury; and I learnt that I myself was sulphur and unmercurial. Now having attained the Mercurialising of my Sulphur I was able (in my vision) to fecundate the mountain (of Salt). And it was instantly transmuted into gold. What came ye out into the wilderness for to see? No: into living, glowing, molten Light: the Light that redeemeth the material world! So I returned: having difficulty to find the earth (?). But I called on S.R.M.D. [‘S Rioghail Mo Dhream: MacGregor Mathers] and V.N.R. [Vestigia Nulla Retrorsum: Moina Bergson Mathers] who were glad to see me; and returned into the body: to waste the night in gibing at a foolish medico.’ [The Equinox, Volume I, number III. The Temple of Solomon the king: ‘The Magician’]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley had asked Golden Dawn member George Cecil Jones (1873-1960) [Frater Volo Noscere] to join him for the six month operation to assist him with the ordinary day to day business at Boleskine but he declined. Crowley then asked another Golden Dawn member Charles Henry Rosher (1858-1936) [Frater Aequo Animo] who accepted but after less than a month he suddenly and mysteriously left one morning without so much as a ‘good-bye’ to Crowley. An old Cambridge friend also came but ‘within a few weeks he began to display symptoms of panic and strange fears, stating that there were “presences” in the place of an evil nature. At length he left me, and I carried on alone.’ [‘The Magician of Loch Ness: Uncanny Happenings at Manor of Boleskine’. Empire News. 12th November 1933]
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<span style="color: black;">The phenomena which occurred were certainly enough to test a man’s nerves; but Crowley dared to do things which other men of his generation dared not think of, much less speak about. The sinister influence was not confined to the house. Crowley’s lodge-keeper, “a total abstainer for twenty years”, became “raving drunk for three days” and “tried to kill his wife and children”. [Aleister Crowley the Black Magician. C.R. Cammell. 1951. p.43 (1969 ed)]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley left Boleskine and went to visit MacGregor Mathers in Paris on Monday 15th January 1900. The next day Mathers initiated Crowley into the Second Order of the Golden Dawn as an Adeptus Minor 5°=6□ . Crowley returned to Scotland and reached Boleskine on Wednesday 7th February. On his return from Paris he met his friend, the climber Oscar Eckenstein (1859-1921) in London and invited him back to Boleskine. They enjoyed the ski-laufing and the salmon.
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<span style="color: black;">The Abramelin operation was interrupted in April 1900 by squabbles within the Golden Dawn, and Crowley, acting on the Head of the Golden Dawn, MacGregor Mather’s (who was in Paris) was given the task to clear up the mess which was ensuing from the Isis-Urania Temple of the Second Order at 36 Blythe Road, Hammersmith, London. [see Crowley’s ‘Confessions’ and Kaczynski’s ‘Perdurabo’ for an account of this]
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<span style="color: black;">Apart from a few days in Edinburgh from Monday 13th July to restock his wine cellar Crowley was at Boleskine during the spring of 1903 with the intention once again to continue the Sacred Magic of Abramelin but matters took a different course. On Wednesday 12th August 1903 he married Rose Edith Kelly at Dingwall, in Scotland. Rose Edith Skerrett (1874-1932) as she was known was the daughter of the Reverend Frederic Festus Kelly (1838-1918) and sister of the artist and friend of Crowley’s from Cambridge University Gerald Festus Kelly (1879-1972). </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">While Crowley was enjoying these romantic pursuits Boleskine House was in the hands of his long-time friend since childhood, Louis Charles Richard Duncomb Jewell (1866-1947). He was the eldest son of a Plymouth Brother and he became a Roman Catholic and called himself Ludovic Cameron. He had originally intended to spend a week at Boleskine during July/August 1903 but he and Crowley got on so well that he stayed longer and took care of matters at the house until Aleister and Rose returned from a short honeymoon in western Scotland on Friday 14th August.
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<span style="color: black;"> Duncomb Jewell also began a bibliography of Crowley’s published works and this is printed in The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley, volume III (1907): ‘Towards an outline of a Bibliography of the writings in Prose and Verse of Aleister Crowley.’ Appendix A.
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<span style="color: black;">On their return home from Paris in the summer of 1904, Aleister and Rose ‘wandered back to Boleskine, after arranging with a doctor named Percival Bott [1877-1953] to come and stay with us and undertake the accouchement. I asked my Aunt Annie to preside over the household, and an old friend of Gerald’s (Kelly) and mine, Ivor Back, [Dr Ivor Gordon Back 1879-1951] at this time a surgeon at St George’s to make up the house party.’ [Confessions. p. 405] Also at this time another guest came to stay at Boleskine, an Indian Army doctor Lieutenant-Colonel Joseph Andrew Gormley (1849-1925) whom Crowley described as a ‘masochist’. He would later marry Rose Edith Crowley in 1912.
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<span style="color: black;">The guests enjoyed Crowley’s hospitality and Crowley played the Highland laird to the hilt – ‘we had a glorious time at Boleskine’ he says in his ‘Confessions’. ‘What with the salmon and the venison and my cellar, billiards and rock scrambling, the good company and the perfect summer, life passed like an ecstatic dream. In summer in the Highlands, time seems to forgive. At midnight one can sit and read in the open air even in the absence of the moon. Night is “one faint eternal eventide of gems”’. [p. 406] In the garden at Boleskine Crowley had ‘constructed a large trout pond’ beyond the well-kept Italian garden and there he had a Canadian canoe to fish from. He also built a sacred spring and a boathouse at the side of the Loch.
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<span style="color: black;">‘When Rose and I first arrived at Boleskine, we had made a sort of sporadic effort to carry out some of the injunctions of Aiwass. We had arranged before leaving Egypt for the “abstruction” of the Stele of Revealing. I did not understand the word or the context, and contented myself with having a replica made by one of the artists attached to the museum. We now proceeded to prepare the “perfume” and the “cakes” according to the prescription given in chapter III, verse 23-9.
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<span style="color: black;">We had resumed Magical work, in a desultory way, on finding that Mathers was attacking us. He succeeded in killing most of the dogs. (At this time I kept a pack of bloodhounds and went man-hunting over the moors.) the servants too were constantly being made ill, one in one way, and one in another. We therefore employed the appropriate talismans from The Book of the sacred Magic of Abra-Melin against him, evoking Beelzebub and his forty-nine servitors. Rose had suddenly acquired the power of clairvoyance... As to this perfume of The Book of the Law, “let it be laid before me and kept thick with perfumes of your orison; it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.” One day, to my amazement, having gone into the bathroom to bathe, I discovered a beetle.’ [Confessions. p. 408] Crowley goes on to describe the beetle as ‘about an inch and a half long’ with a ‘single horn nearly as long as itself. The horn ended in a small sphere suggestive of an eye.’ The beetles seemed to swarm all around Boleskine House and in the gardens for about a fortnight but he says he never saw one of the beetles outside the estate. ‘I sent a specimen to London but the experts were unable to identify the species.’ [p. 409]
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<span style="color: black;">‘I took the necessary measures to protect Rose against the murderous attack of Mathers, and went on playing billiards. The attack was, however, prolonged and deadly. We were putting central heating into the house, and attempting to construct a small golf course on the estate.
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<span style="color: black;">Ivor and I were playing billiards one morning after breakfast, when we heard screams and oaths from the direction of the kitchen. I snatched up a salmon gaff as the readiest weapon and we hurried out. One of the workmen had become suddenly maniacal and attacked my wife, who was making her usual inspection of the offices. It was the work of a moment to gaff the offender and thrust him into the coal cellar, and send for the police. As they were a long time in coming, the animal made several attempts to crawl out of the chute, but our vigilance succeeded in baffling him, and he was duly handed into custody. But nothing followed!’ [p. 409]
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<span style="color: black;">A daughter was born to Rose and Aleister at Boleskine House on Thursday 28th July 1904 which they named Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith Crowley. The baby was delivered by Dr Percival Bott [the child would die two years later in Rangoon, Burma]. It was a delightfully happy time for Crowley but ‘as the summer faded, we broke up. I did not want Rose and the baby to have to endure a Highland winter and towards the end of October went off to St Moritz to make arrangements for them to come out.’ [p. 413] Rose joined Aleister there in November and left the baby with her parents under the charge of a trained nurse. On their return Crowley is happy to be back at Boleskine with no real plans to occupy him so he takes to playing practical jokes such as putting a signboard up in the field across the road from Boleskine which read: ‘This way to the Kooloomooloomavlock (does not bite), in the hope that the wayfarer might amuse me by going to look for it.’ [p. 415]
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<span style="color: black;">On Thursday 27th April 1905 Doctor Jules Jacot-Guillarmod (1868-1925) the physician and photographer from the 1902 expedition to K2 of which Crowley was a member, visited Aleister at Boleskine House. The Doctor had high expectations of hunting Scottish game and so Crowley decided to play one of his greatest practical jokes on him! ‘I was heartily glad to see him. He was the same cheerful ass as ever, but he had got a bit of a swelled head and was extremely annoyed with me for not leading him instantly to stalk the sinister stag, to grapple with the grievous grouse, and to set my ferrets on the fearful pheasant. He could not understand the game laws. Well, I’m a poet; I determined to create sport since it did not exist. More, it should be unique.
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<span style="color: black;">I opened the campaign as follows. Tartarin [Guillarmod] knew the origin of the wild buffalo of Burma. When the British destroyed the villages, their cattle escaped the bayonet and starvation by taking to the jungle, where they had become practically a new species. After the ’45 the British had pursued the same policy of extermination – I mean pacification – in the Highlands, and I thought it plausible to invent a wild sheep on the analogy of the wild buffalo. And more, the beast should be already famous. I described its rarity, its shyness, its ferocity, etc., etc. – “You have doubtless heard of it,” I ended; “it is called the haggis.” [p. 417]
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<span style="color: black;">And so, on the morning of Saturday 29th April, Crowley’s ghillie and piper Hugh Gillies, ‘with disordered dress and wild eyes, came rushing into the billiard room after breakfast. He exploded breathlessly, “there’s a haggis on the hill, my lord!”
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<span style="color: black;">We dropped our cues and dashed for the gun case. Trusting to my skill, I contented myself with the .577 Double Express, and gave Tartarin the principal weapon of my battery, a 10-bore Paradox, with steel-core bullets. It is a reliable weapon, it will bring an elephant up short with a mere shock, even if he is not hit in a vital part. With such an arm, my friend could advance fearlessly against the most formidable haggis in the Highlands.
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<span style="color: black;">Not a moment was to be lost. Gillies, followed by the doctor, myself and my wife, tiptoed, crouching low, out of the front door and stalked the fearsome beast across the Italian garden.
The icy rain chilled us to the bone before we reached the edge of the artificial trout lake. I insisted on wading through this – up to the neck, guns held high – on the ground that we should thus throw the haggis off our scent!
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<span style="color: black;">We emerged dripping and proceeded to climb the hill on all fours. Every time anyone breathed, we all stopped and lay low for several minutes. It was a chilly performance, but it was worth it! Tartarin soon reached the point where every bent twig looked to him like one of the horns of our haggis. I crawled and dripped and choked back my laughter. The idiocy of the whole adventure was intensified by the physical discomfort and the impossibility of relieving one’s feelings. That interminable crawl! The rain never let up for a single second; and the wind came in gusts wilder and more bitter with every yard of ascent. I explained to Tartarin that if it should shift a few degrees, the haggis would infallibly get our scent and be off. I implored him to camouflage his posteriors, which arose in front of my balaclava, heaving like the hump of a dying camel. The resulting wriggles would have driven Isidora Duncan to despair; the poor man was indeed acutely conscious that, automatically, he had not been constructed with the main idea of escaping notice.
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<span style="color: black;">However, after an hour and a half, we reached the top of the hill, three hundred feet above the house, without hearing that hideous scream-whistle of alarm by which (so I had been careful to explain) the haggis announces that he has detected the presence of an alien enemy.
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<span style="color: black;">Breathlessly, we crawled towards the hollow space of grassy and heathery knolls that lay behind the huge rock buttress that towers above the garden and the lake, that space whose richness had tempted our distinguished visitor to approach so near to human habitation.
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<span style="color: black;">The mist drove wildly and fiercely across the hillside towards us. It magnified every object to an enormous size, the more impressively that the background was wholly blotted out. Suddenly Gillies rolled stealthily over to the right, his finger pointed tremulously to where, amid the unfurling wreaths of greyness, stood...
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<span style="color: black;">Tartarin brought forward the 10-bore with infinite precision. The haggis loomed gargantuan in the mist; it was barely fifty yards away. Even I had somehow half hypnotized myself into a sort of perverse excitement. I could have sworn the brute was the size of a bear.
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<span style="color: black;">Guillarmod pressed both triggers. He had made no mistake. Both bullets struck and expanded; he had blown completely away the entire rear section of Farmer McNab’s prize ram.’ [p. 417-418] The next day (Sunday 30th April), the ferocious beast of the Highlands was served for dinner!
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<span style="color: black;">As a matter of fact, it is said that Crowley’s servant and lodge-keeper Hugh Gillies also suffered at the hands of the Abra-Melin demons when his ten year old daughter died suddenly at her desk at school and one year later, Gillie’s 15 month old son died of convulsions on his mother’s knee!
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<span style="color: black;">Victor Neuburg (1883-1940) of Trinity College, Cambridge and Kenneth Ward (1887-1927) of Emmanuel College, Cambridge visited Crowley at Boleskine in June 1909, they had travelled together by sleeper train. Kenneth (whom Crowley had met at Wastdale Head) was there specifically to borrow Crowley’s skis and Victor was there to undergo a ten day magical retirement beginning on Saturday 18th June and ending Monday 28th June. Victor had a special chamber prepared for him to work in upstairs (presumably an attic room) and the Retirement consisted of basic yoga techniques and the performance of magical rituals which included ‘The Bornless One’ invocation. He would also learn to recite mantras and write a record of his astral travels. Crowley also allowed him to study the Holy Books. Victor spent much of his time alone at the house except when Crowley would visit him in his bedroom on the ground floor to discuss elements of magical theory and philosophy or Victor would go to Crowley’s bedroom. It is not overstepping the mark to assume that both men enjoyed some sort of intimacy as each was indulging the others tendencies: Neuburg was drawn to masochism and Crowley delighted in sadistic behaviour. In fact, this was the first time Victor had met Rose Crowley (whom it seems was sleeping alone at the house in a separate bedroom) and she was at this time consuming a lot of alcohol. Following the completion of the Retirement Victor was awarded the grade of Neophyte by Crowley. [For an account of Victor’s time at Boleskine see ‘The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg’ by Jean Overton Fuller]
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<span style="color: black;">During the time of Victor’s Magical Retirement Crowley had been looking for his four large paintings of the Elemental Watch Towers which he painted in Mexico, and thought to be at Boleskine House. The skis he had promised Kenneth Ward were also hard to locate at the house. ‘After putting Neuburg through his initiation, we repaired to London. I had let the house and my tenant was coming in on [Thursday] the first of July. We had four days in which to amuse ourselves; and we let ourselves go for a thorough good time. Thus like a thunderbolt comes the incident of June 28th, thus described in my diary:
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Glory be to Nuit, Hadit, Ra-Hoor-Khuit in the Highest! A little before midday I was impelled mysteriously (though exhausted by playing fives, billiards, etc. till nearly six this morning) to make a final search for the Elemental Tablets. And lo! when I had at last abandoned the search, I cast mine eyes upon a hole in the loft where were ski, etc., and there, O Holy, Holy, Holy! were not only all that I sought, but the manuscript of Liber Legis!
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The ground was completely cut away from under my feet. I remained for two whole days meditating on the situation – in performing, in fact, a sort of supplementary Sammasati to that of 1905. Having the knack of it, I reached a very clear conclusion without too much difficulty. The essence of the situation was that the Secret Chiefs meant to hold me to my obligation. I understood that the disaster and misery of the last three years were due to my attempt to evade my duty. I surrendered unconditionally, as appears from the entry of July 1st.
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I once more solemnly renounced all that I have or am. On departing (at midnight from the topmost point of the hill which crowns my estate) instantly shone the moon, two days before her fullness, over the hills among the clouds.’ [Confessions. p. 596]
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This realisation on Thursday 1st July 1909, two days before the full moon as Crowley says on Saturday 3rd July, seems to at once free Crowley from his inhibitions and he is aware of his true purpose which is to be the ‘means of emancipating humanity’ and to ‘establish in the world the Law which had been given me to proclaim: “Thou hast no right but to do thy will.”’
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Crowley stayed at Boleskine on and off until he sold it in 1913. On Monday 5th May of that year it was sold to protect Crowley from creditors. The house and its thirty-four-acres of land was sold to ‘the trustees of MMM [Mysteria Mystica Maxima] (namely, himself [Crowley], Leila, [Waddell] and Cowie [George MacNie Cowie])...the MMM paid £500 to Crowley and assumed £900 in debts and bills on the property.’ [Perdurabo. Richard Kaczynski. 2010 ed. p. 274] </span><br />
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Crowley returned to Boleskine for the last time during September to October 1914. Boleskine had been mortgaged to fund Crowley’s publications such as The Equinox and other poetical and magical writings. The House was being rented to Dr William Murray Leslie <span style="font-size: xx-small;">M.D, C.M, FRCS (Edin)</span> (1859-1951) for £250 per year so that the bank could be paid. Dr Murray Leslie was a Scottish physician and barrister and he attempted to treat Rose Crowley for her alcoholism.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley went to Boleskine from time to time during the intervals between his travels. Then he let it; and the estate was finally engulfed in his financial ruin. With it he lost a library of rare works on Magic and kindred subjects. In 1937 I went for a holiday to Drumnadrochit. Crowley asked me to visit Boleskine and to make enquiries as to what had happened to these books. He had never ceased to hope that he might recover them.
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<span style="color: black;">I went to Boleskine on a radiant late summer day, motoring round Loch Ness through Inverness. I called on the new owners, went over the house, mused in the Italian garden. Crowley’s ghost – not the Abramelin Demons – haunted me everywhere. I left when the shadow of the great rocks crawled over house and garden. The visit, memorable to me, was fruitless to Crowley. I learned that his books had been sold in Inverness at public auction.’ [Aleister Crowley the Black Magician. C.R. Cammell. 1951. p.45 (1969 ed)]
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<span style="color: black;">Boleskine was eventually sold on Friday 12th July 1918 to Dorothy C. Brook for £2,500.
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<span style="color: black;">During April 1926 we find Arthur Edward Priestley living at Boleskine House. Priestley had applied for the licence for Foyers hotel, which was granted [see Aberdeen Journal. Thursday 22nd April 1926]
In the same year, a motorist was travelling along the road at Loch Ness to Boleskine House when there was an accident. The driver, Mr Vernon Roberts of Dunkeld swerved suddenly and his car went over a steep embankment, ‘falling sixty feet on the rocks below. This, however, prevented the car going into the Loch. Mr Roberts was uninjured, and a dog that accompanied him in the car was thrown into the water, but swam ashore. The car was badly smashed.’ [Aberdeen Journal. Wednesday 18th August 1926]
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<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 5th June 1937 the owners of Boleskine House opened their gardens to the public under the ‘Scotland’s Garden Scheme for the benefit of the Queen’s Institute of District Nursing (Scottish branch)’ [Aberdeen Journal. Friday 4th June 1937]
Ten years later, also from the Aberdeen Journal [Thursday 2nd January 1947] under ‘situations vacant’ appears ‘Gardener wtd, keen and energetic, able to milk; wife assist in house; first-class cottage, indoor sanitation and bath; on bus route and one mile from school; references required. Apply Factor, Boleskine House, Foyers, Inverness-shire.’
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‘I was very interested in your articles on Aleister Crowley, as my Uncle (who is still alive) worked for him at Boleskine for a year, laying out his gardens. Crowley called himself Lord Boleskine. One day when he was out shooting rabbits, my Uncle got in the way, and had the heel of his boot shot at. The local people were very dubious about Crowley’s sanity, and kept away from him. He had a room built like a temple, where he used to pray to a dummy which was suspended from the roof. (G. F. Urquhart. Inverness)’. [‘Crowley’s Gardener’. Picture Post. 17th December 1955]
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During the early nineteen-sixties there were rumours that the British actor George Sanders (1906-1972) wished to buy Boleskine with his business partner the Scottish MP Dennis Lorraine and build a pig farm on the property. The venture failed and Lorraine was sent to prison for fraud.
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<span style="color: black;">Also prior to the 1960’s Boleskine House was owned by retired Army Major Edward Errick Grant (1909-1960) and his wife Nancy. On Tuesday 8th November 1960 the Major’s house-keeper Anna MacLaren heard the sound of a gunshot and when she went into the house she discovered Major Edward Grant’s body, his head blown off with a shotgun in one of the bedrooms at Boleskine. He had taken his own life at the age of 51! He was examined by pathologist H J R Kirkpatrick and the cause of death on the death certificate reads: ‘gunshot wound of head’.
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<span style="color: black;">Edward was the <span style="color: black;">youngest child</span> of Frank Morrison Seafield Grant, a merchant and farmer born 29th June 1865 <span style="color: black;">at Dyke, Moray in Scotland and Caroline Frances Grant nee Philips, born in 1872 [they were married in</span> 1893<span style="color: black;"> in Cheadle, Staffordshire</span>]. The Grants lived at Knockie, Whitebridge in Invernesshire and they had the following children: Patrick Francis Grant (1895-1970)<span style="color: black;"> [<span style="color: black;">born in Eccles, Pendlebury Lancashire, Patrick became a Lieutenant Colonel in the Royal Artillery and on retirement</span> he farmed at Knockie 1946-1966</span><span style="color: black;">], Hugh Murray Grant <span style="font-size: xx-small;">M.B.E. <span style="color: black;">M.C.</span></span><span style="color: black;"> (1897-1946) [Hugh joined the Queen's Own Highlanders and worked in administration in Kenya. He was killed on duty at Loita on 16th August 1946</span><span style="color: black;">], Janet Anne Grant born1898, Elizabeth Grant born 1901, Mary Grant born 1904. Frank's 4th daughter Margaret Grant <span style="color: black;">born 1907,</span> married Sir Henry Campbell</span> De La Poer</span> Beresford-Pierce (1905-1972) in 1932 and she became a Justice of the Peace. She died on 1st February 1995. Edward <span style="color: black;">Errick, who was born in Chelford, Cheshire where the Grants had been living prior to the </span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">birth of</span> Hugh Murray Grant in 1897 and up until at least 1911, was educated at Eton and Oxford. He was a cadet at Eton College's Junior Di<span style="color: black;">vi</span>sion of the Officer Training Corps and he later joined the Territorial Army becoming a 2nd Lieutenant in the Lovat Scouts (22nd February 1929) and the same rank in the Infantry's Supplementary Reserve of Officers in the Camerons (2nd May 1931). He</span> was married to Nancy <span style="color: black;">Glover Willows, born in Kettering 1907, the daughter of Captain George Wallace Willows <span style="font-size: xx-small;">J.P.</span> (1874-1958) of Rushton Manor, Kettering, Northamptonshire, and Marian Elsie Willows nee Jones, born 1885. Edward and Nancy were married in 1933 at Kisumu, Kenya Colony and Nancy had been a keen rider to hounds and painter of hunting scenes. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">On Edward's death</span> record at the Highlands Archives in Inverness it records he was a 'mining engineer (retired)'. The death was registered by Edward's</span> brother <span style="color: black;">Patrick</span> two days later on Thursday 10th November 1960.</span><br />
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Boleskine House became a listed property on 5th October 1971 and the original text description of the building stated that it was ‘Begun late 18th century and continuously enlarged until circa1830. Now forms single storey, irregular 7-bay house with projecting outer bays with truncated gables. Pink harled with ashlar dressings and margins (some rendered). Present SE front probably re-cast from NW. Centre projecting pilastered ashlar bay with entrance flanked by narrow side lights; porch linked to outer bays by shallow loggia supported by slender Roman Doric columns; deep continuous entablature. NW elevation; round-headed window in gabled centre bay (probably former entrance) 3-window projecting bowed bays (to right with modern alteration to one window) with bowed piended roofs in bays 2 and 6; outer bays with Venetian windows. Multi-pane glazing; long and short channelled ashlar quoins. Symmetrical pair ridge and panelled end wallhead stacks; slate roofs. East service door masked by later single storey, single bay extension. Interior; long corridor runs full length of house in SE front probably formed in earlier19th century; panelled arches and screens flanking centre entrance bay. Simple plaster cornices to 2 public rooms with bowed bay windows giving to NW.’</span><br />
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Also in 1971 Boleskine House was bought by Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page and jimmy’s childhood friend Malcolm Dent (1944-2011) lived at the house to supervise the restoration of the building. Dent acted as curator for twenty years at Boleskine and witnessed many strange phenomena:
“Most of the oddities occurred during upheavals in the house. I am not talking about wallpapering, but structural alterations. Any time there was anything major; it was almost as though the house didn’t like it. If we didn’t get on with the job and get it finished, something would let us know about it. We would be wakened during the night with heavy doors banging all over the place and carpets and rugs being rolled up. It was thought it was a reminder to get on quickly and get the job over.”
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<span style="color: black;">On another occasion Malcolm and some friends witnessed a “small porcelain figure of the Devil [which] rose off the mantelpiece to the ceiling, then smashed into smithereens in the fireplace” The most horrifying event though happened early one morning: “I was awakened in the wee small hours and just knew something was wrong. I was petrified. Something outside the bedroom door was snorting, snuffling and banging. It sounded like a huge beast. I had this clear picture in my mind of what it looked like, but there was no way I was going to open the door. I had a knife on my bedside table and I opened the blade and just sat there. The blade was so small it wouldn’t have done any good, but I was so frightened that I just had to have something to hang on to. The noise went on for some time but even when it stopped, I still could not move. I sat in bed for hours and even when daylight came, it took a lot of courage to open that door. Whatever was there, I have no doubt it was pure evil.” [‘Beware of the Beast’ by Bob King. Highland News. 8th February 1997.]
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<span style="color: black;">Jimmy Page only lived at Boleskine House for a short time and during the restoration it is said that Satanist Charles Pierce helped with the redecoration. Page also invited film-maker and fellow Crowley enthusiast Kenneth Anger to Boleskine. Page had agreed to produce the soundtrack for Anger’s film ‘Lucifer Rising’ but unfortunately due to a falling out this was not used.
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Jimmy Page sold Boleskine House in 1991 to retired hoteliers Ronald and Annette MacGillivray who ran the residence as a B&B. Ronald MacGillivray was born in Ibrox, Glasgow and he was Chairman of the Clan MacGillivray International Association which began in 1999. Ronald died aged 67 in 2002 and the funeral service was held at Boleskine House. The MacGillivray’s who had no interest in the dark history of Boleskine did not encourage sight-seeing and claimed that nothing out of the ordinary happened during their occupation of the house. Sometime after Ronald’s death the house was sold.
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Today, the house is a private residence and we should respect the owner’s right to privacy, but whether or not strange things still happen at Boleskine House remains a mystery, for there is still a reluctance to talk about such things for fear of awakening old ghosts!
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<em>Further reading:</em> </span><br />
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‘A Country called Stratherrick – A Historical Portrait of the Highland District’. 1987. Alan B. Lawson. The book includes ‘An Account of the Kirk of Boleskine with some Historical Notes on the Parish’ published in 1978.
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‘The Confessions of Aleister Crowley’. Edited by John Symonds and Kenneth Grant. London. 1969.</span><br />
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‘The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage’. Translated by S. L. MacGregor Mathers. 1897 [2nd edition: John M. Watkins. London. 1900]
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‘The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg’ by Jean Overton Fuller. W. H. Allen. 1965. The book includes examples from Victor’s 127 page Diary. The document entitled ‘The Magical Record of Omnia Vincam’ from which Jean Overton Fuller quotes was owned by General J F C Fuller and is unpublished]
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‘The Great Beast’. John Symonds. Macdonald & Co Ltd. 1971.
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‘A Magick Life: the Biography of Aleister Crowley’. Martin Booth. Coronet. 2000.
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‘Do What Thou Wilt: A Life of Aleister Crowley’. Lawrence Sutin. St Martin’s Press. 2002.
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‘Aleister Crowley the Black Magician.’ C. R. Cammell. The Richards Press. 1951.
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‘Perdurabo: The Life of Aleister Crowley’. Richard Kaczynski. North Atlantic Books. 2002.
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‘Hammer of the Gods – Led Zeppelin, Unauthorised’. Stephen Davis. 1985.
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">A NOTE IN THE MARGIN</span></div>
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BY
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<span style="color: black;">BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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‘<em>Se tu nonveneris ad me, ego veniam ad te</em>.’ *
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It was one of those intensely uncomfortable moments in life when one is confronted by some phantom of the past that one has not seen in an awfully long time and quite frankly would never really care to see again, but there it was. George Caernhume was walking along Bond Street when he was stopped by an old acquaintance and college friend by the name of Cedric Gray. Cedric was a tall, wide-eyed man of about forty-one years who spoke with a slight lisp and had a cigarette hanging on his stupid lips, the smoke of which frequently got in his eyes and caused him to blink furiously.</span><br />
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‘Hello George, you haven’t changed a bit! It must be over twenty years since I clapped eyes on you last!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Cedric, hello, yes more like twenty-six I believe.’ George said, shaking Cedric’s hand.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Do you remember that time when you and Lavinia Wyndham...’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘It is indelibly printed upon my mind Cedric’ said George, stopping him short ‘and I have gone through ten years of therapy to forget it! Thank you for undoing all that good work!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘My pleasure old boy, think nothing of it! Still the same sense of humour! That hasn’t changed either!’ George and Cedric entered a little coffee shop and ordered two coffees and sat down at a table.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘What did happen to Lavinia?’ asked George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Oh you know a spirit like that can’t be contained! She went travelling around the world I believe and married some French man!’ Cedric slurped his coffee, much to George’s annoyance.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I remember the first time I saw her’ said George, ‘she came bursting into the common room at College like thunder, an uncontrollable mass of beautiful energy! My thoughts at the time were that I must get to know this wonderful creature, and sure enough I did. We had some marvellous times together!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, she did prefer to help those in need and you were certainly never more needy George!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Thank you Cedric, it shall be my epitaph!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I believe it will! Think nothing of it! Tell me, what are you up to these days?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I work for a local paper, restaurant reviews, you know the sort of thing?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Perfectly well, lots of free food and wine eh?’ Said Cedric, nudging George’s elbow off the table and half spilling his coffee. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘And what about you Cedric, what do you do?’ George asked, feigning interest.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I work in theatre, had to happen old boy, you can’t resist this much charm for too long you know, the “stage” was inevitably my destiny eh?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Quite!’ George yawned and looked out of the window at the people passing by.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘And where are you living these days George?’Cedric said, releasing George from his dreamy gaze.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘I have a room in Manchester Street, not much but it suits me!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You don’t say! A friend of mine, a man named Finch lived in Manchester Street at number 41 and had the most god-awful experiences there!’Cedric said.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Finch! That sounds familiar! Didn’t he disgrace himself at University one night by going on a rampage and smashing some incredibly old and probably priceless statues?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘That’s the chap!’ Cedric said smiling, his bright eyes like flares all of a sudden.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Yes as I recall he decapitated one with a bench!’ George shook his head.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘He got kicked out of Halls because of that!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Good riddance! He should have known better being a “so-called” artist! They were Georgian for God’s sake! He should have been strung up!’George frowned and sipped the remainder of his coffee.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Perhaps it was an artistic statement, y’know, some grand post-modern swipe at convention and establishment or something; an iconoclastic gesture of the sort!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Drunk more like!’ exclaimed George. ‘Damned foolish! For a time he was the most wanted man on campus I recall!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You know I shared a room with him’ said Cedric, ‘and one of his little escapades began with him throwing all my bedding out of the window, I wasn’t there to stop him at the time, he’d drank half a bottle of whisky and proceeded to do a midnight streak around the campus grounds! Really you could write a book on his misadventures! In fact he did publish a book of poems called “Epitaph for a Somnambulist”!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Buffoon!’ said George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘He even went out with a bang as I remember! On his final day on campus, he was drinking heavily, wine all evening at some silly event and he decided to sneak into the girl’s Halls of Residence to sleep it off! So he lay in the bath but he failed to notice the tap was dripping furiously and the plug was in! He woke the next morning completely wet through so he spent some time half-naked in the kitchen drying his clothes over a gas jet. Suddenly a woman cleaner came in and reported him to security who swiftly ejected him from College! And I won’t even mention the time he was supposed to be at work and spent the evening in a “boy bar” getting very drunk indeed!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You just did! So what happened?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Well, you’d think the days of Auden and Isherwood and those heady days in Berlin had never ended! He woke up the next day with no recollection of what happened to him or how he got home and was six-hundred pounds lighter!’ Cedric said laughing.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I didn’t know he was that way inclined?’ frowned George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘He puts his feet into both trouser legs at the same time if you understand me old boy? And besides, I bedded him myself once! Does that shock you George?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘No not at all!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Pity, I’m awfully fond of shocking people you know!’ George and Cedric re-freshened their coffee and sat back down.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘So what happened to the statue-smashing little anarchist? Is he still fighting the establishment?’ George enquired.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘No, he became it! He scraped an upper 2.2 with Honours and is now Lord Abington!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Well I’m blown! So much for his de-constructivist principles, damn him!’ George said angrily, expecting to hear he was doing time at her majesty’s pleasure for cat strangling or something.</span><br />
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‘Anyway, as I was saying’ Cedric continued, ‘this man Finch had a room at 41 Manchester Street and apparently he did some abominable things there, y’know, black arts and all that!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You mean devil worship; demonology stuff?’ George whispered.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘That’s exactly what I do mean! I went to visit him there once and it would have taken a man with absolutely no feelings of sensitivity whatsoever, someone much like the Chancellor of the Exchequer himself, a man known to have a heart of stone when it comes to feelings, to have not felt the awful atmosphere upon ascending the stair and entering his room; it was remarked upon several times by acquaintances! He confided in me once that he suffered terrible tortures every night by some sort of “other-world” visitation.’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You mean a ghost?’ said George scratching his ear.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Not quite old boy, a succubus!’ Cedric said, looking round as if he at any minute would be accosted by something ‘unseen’ himself!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Succubus? I don’t understand!’ George said, blowing his nose.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘A succubus is an entity which in female form makes sexual congress with a man, usually during the small hours of the night while he is asleep or in a semi-wakeful state. Its male counterpart is called an incubus!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘So this man Finch is the prey of some female creature that disturbs his sleep wanting sex?’</span><br />
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‘Precisely!’ nodded Cedric.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Sounds like my ex-wife!’ George said laughing to himself.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘It’s no joke old boy! If you saw the state he was in! And he wasn’t just perpetrated by the succubus you know, the male incubus attempted to seduce him too!’ Cedric said with a look of alarm on his face.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You must forgive a young gentleman his indiscretions! So, what happened next; I am intrigued Cedric?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Well I being my usual pragmatic self decided to look into the history of the building to see if anything untoward had happened there in the past and I discovered that a man had lived in the “haunted” room at Manchester Street, in fact, I was able to find out quite a lot of information about him!’ Cedric pulled his chair closer to George for fear of being overheard, which was strange as he hadn’t cared who overheard their conversation up till that moment!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Do go on!’ whispered George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Well, for one thing, this man, the enigmatically named Ulam Boolam (his real name is not recorded in any data) lived a solitary existence in the room with his cat “Elsinore” and began acting very strange!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘In what way strange?’ George enquired.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Following his “night attacks” he began reading the Bible to ward off the creature which seemed to work for a time and eventually he became completely enmeshed in Christianity and began living his life as if he were a Saint! That Bible became his only companion; even the cat was forgotten and eventually wandered off in search of a new master! Ulam took his “calling” to undiscovered heights: Do you know he could fondle himself to the point of puritanical eruption and land himself like a full-stop upon a penny four feet away!’ Cedric remarked.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Not Sovereign’s face upwards I hope! That would be disrespectful – the only thing that should be on the Queen’s face is Prince Philip and that very seldom! How disgusting! How disgraceful! How deplorable! I’m damned sure that’s a treasonable offense you know!’ George retorted, quite shocked.</span><br />
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‘Not in the least! It shows great dedication, determination and dexterity!’ laughed Cedric.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Depravity more like!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Cedric continued, ‘well, you know, that sort of control of one’s will is bound to have a major effect, in fact, he decided to become ascetic to the point of almost non-existence – he religiously bathed once a month, whether he needed it or not! He ate an assortment of boiled vegetables, but only when there was an “f” in the weekday; and he abstained from sexual thoughts and activity on every day of every month which began with the letter “s” without fail, every leap year!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘And how did that fair him?’ asked a puzzled George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘He died!’ exclaimed Cedric.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I should think so too!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Oh it was not his way of life which finished him, no, not at all, he hung himself in an attempt to prove the validity of the resurrection!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Wouldn’t crucifixion be more suitable?’ George pointed out.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Probably, but being a confirmed hermit who would he get to hammer the nails in?’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘You have a valid point there! But really, I can’t be doing with all that religious tosh! Why should we, a modern nation believe in the word of some long-dead foreigner and his far-away clap-trap? I can’t think of anything more un-believable and detestable – it’s an outrage! I’d rather believe in Aesop’s fables! Granted, this Jesus person was very clever and his tricks were faultless to the primitive mind, if grossly exaggerated, but look at the Old and New Testaments: the parting of the Red Sea; the Plagues of Egypt; Lazarus...’ </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Cedric cut him short, saying:
‘talking of Moses did you know that “Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but Moses supposes erroneously, Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses, as Moses supposes his toeses to be!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘I beg your pardon?’ said an astonished George.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘The quotation game! You remember, we used to play it in College!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, of course! “Singing in the Rain”!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Well done!’ grimaced Cedric.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Talking erroneously, time has blown all that biblical guff out of proportion. In two thousand years time Morrissey will be seen as the Blessed Virgin Mary and Batman will have achieved mythic god-like status! Why can’t we believe in something English eh? Like good ol’ Saint George or better still King Arthur, now there’s a story, Camelot and all that!’ George clapped his hands together with glee.</span><br />
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‘A good musical!’ sang Cedric.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Yes indeed, in fact, “when I hear that happy beat, I feel like dancin’ down the street!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘What?’Bemused Cedric.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘”Gotta Dance”. Gene Kelly. “Singing in the Rain”. 1952.’ Said George smugly.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, you got me there old boy! But seriously, I fear you are upsetting the Christian in me!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Are you Christian then?’Said George a little perplexed.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘No, I just ate one for breakfast and he’s causing me indigestion!’ laughed Cedric, almost falling off his chair.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Very amusing Cedric! By the way, did you find anything else interesting on this “Ulam Boolam” character?’</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
‘Just that his death certificate was signed by a ‘Doctor Umbilicus’, which made me laugh out loud but apart from that there isn’t much else to know! When the door to his room was broken into by the landlord upon several complaints of the “resinous and pungent aroma” emanating from the room, the body of Ulam Boolam was found, much decomposed, hanging from a neck tie and upon his bedside table were two items and two items only: a little silver crucifix and his Bible. The Bible that he owned has an account of his nightly visitations and background details in his own hand, written in the margin which is the only real document we have to support the ‘haunted room’ suggestion and the succubus claim. The Bible is there in the British Library for anyone to investigate should they so wish and happen to be in the ownership of a readers’ ticket.’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Did your friend Finch recover?’George asked, finishing his coffee.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘After treatment and after moving away from the accursed place he did. But he was never really the same again, he took a “journey to a strange new world” and left “all thoughts of the world” he “knew before” he let his “soul take” him where he longed to be, only then can...”’ </span><br />
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‘“You belong to me!”’ George finished. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘”The Music of the Night”. Andrew Lloyd Webber. “The Phantom of the Opera”. 1986’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">‘Damn! You’re too good at this!’ Cedric exclaimed.</span><br />
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*<em>’If you don’t come to me, I’ll come to you.’</em> [‘A School Story’ from ‘More Ghost Stories’ by M R James. 1911]
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">THE LEGEND OF ALEISTER CROWLEY. A FAIR PLEA FOR FAIR PLAY. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">By VICTOR B NEUBURG</span>
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<span style="color: black;">The portly and voluminous poet, mystic, magician, explorer, scholar and publicist, Aleister Crowley, here has his Legend given to the world before the trifling formality of his death. </span><br />
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It is at once the strength and weakness of this decorously-tempered panegyric that it is the work of an instructed advocate rather than an impartial judge. In considering, criticising and appraising this unique and bulky figure we have to bear in mind - and it is only fair that we should thus bear in mind - the character, or rather the characteristics, of his countrymen. </span><br />
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Critics of life so diverse as Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick’s, and Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay, have in their several ways noted the proneness of the English mob to single out an object of hatred, and to howl at that unfortunate figure until they have either slain it, or cast it into the limbo of unreturning exile. </span><br />
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For us Freethinkers, it should suffice to recall the names of certain of our own heroes and martyrs who have thus enjoyed the favour of this distinguishing mark of approbation at the stone-filled hands and patriotic voices of their grateful fellow-countrymen, who never forgive genius, originality, or Independence of thought. Byron, Shelley, Richard Carlile, Charles Bradlaugh, are names among a score or two that might be given that indicate what are the real feelings of the man in the street towards his saviours and benefactors. Mob psychology is an inferiority complex magnified to the nth power; and in England, at least, there are not enough people of exalted temperament to prevent the martyrdom of the "sports" and leaders among mankind. </span><br />
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At one time we knew Aleister Crowley pretty well, as is plain from this book; and although in some respects he was perhaps "not quite nice to know," as the slang phrase goes, we do not think that it is quite fair to charge him with murder, cannibalism, black magical practices, moral aberrations, treachery, druggery; as is the custom among the cunning and more degraded jackals of Fleet Street. We know something of journalists, but we know very few members of the newspaper craft who would not sell themselves for twenty guineas down if it were quite "safe." </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Rigid moralists, like the good Horatio Bottomley and the Almost-Reverend James Douglas, it seems to us, really protest too much in their religious efforts to keep England pure and holy; and for this</span> <span style="color: black;">reason, differing as we do from very much that is taught and advocated by Aleister Crowley, we respectfully decline to join the howling mob of interested pietists who every now and then raise the wind in the Silly Season by shrieking with inspired vituperation at the poet under discussion. If a fraction of the charges brought against Crowley were true, he should be exiled from every country in the world, and, after judicious application to his reason of various Chinese tortures, he should be hanged, drawn and quartered first, broken on the wheel afterwards, and the remains sown with salt before being cast into the infernal pit; but somehow we have an instinct against accepting the unsupported assertions of the professional moralists of our popular journals, and we do not know that Mr. Douglas, Mr. Bottomley and the lesser lights of cheap journalism have not proved their case up to the hilt. In these circumstances we venture publicly to the record our opinion that the poet might be allowed to follow his paths in comparative peace until something definitely criminal can be proved against him, when the police, no doubt, will be quite capable of dealing with the case. Crowley is at least as important a figure as the late D. H. Lawrence and Mr. James Joyce, both unquestionably men of genius; and when we remember the kinds of things said against these artists in our cheaper prints, we hesitate to acquiesce in the Sunday newspaper verdict of Aleister Crowley. </span><br />
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Mr. Stephenson gives an amusing and interesting, if one sided and partial, account of his subject; and the book will have it’s place when the history, literary and social, of the early twentieth century comes to be written. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
A final note: we ourselves differ profoundly on many points - on most points, indeed - from Crowley; we do not see why he should not have a fair share of this notice therefore is written solely in the interests of fair play, by one who is in no respect a follower or partisan. It is a plea from ordinary human tolerance addressed by a Freethinker to his fellow Freethinkers. Those of them who feel inclined to quarrel with this estimate of Crowley’s genius might inform themselves by glancing at his latest published book, Confessions. This work, now in course of publication, is, in my considered judgement, the greatest autobiography that the world has ever seen. We have not the least doubt that posterity will endorse this finding. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"> [The Freethinker. 24th August 1930]
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">TO FOYERS</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By the Loch, the dead lie easy,
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<span style="color: black;">Masked by the veil of world's clay; </span></div>
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Eternally thrown to strange spaces
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<span style="color: black;">In the mists of hearts gushing away;
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<span style="color: black;">Away into a stone enclosure
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<span style="color: black;">For all time to stand and declare -
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<span style="color: black;">In the madness of the moon that outshines me, </span></div>
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An ogre of enchantment lies there.
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<span style="color: black;">And the great pagan gods of old
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<span style="color: black;">Shall tremble at the dark storm's force
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<span style="color: black;">That shakes through the woods and the hills,
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<span style="color: black;">To pulse with the water’s course.
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<span style="color: black;">Yet what menace of years still haunts?
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<span style="color: black;">What elements of ritual press near?
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<span style="color: black;">The pilgrim journeys far, and strays
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<span style="color: black;">For something evoked and eternal lies here.
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<span style="color: black;">And those eyes peer from the shore
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<span style="color: black;">To thunder through ruins and roll
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<span style="color: black;">Onwards, into after-realms, and fall
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<span style="color: black;">Like a great beast at the brute of the soul.
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<span style="color: black;">And I will build you a garden
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<span style="color: black;">Out of ivory and stone,
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<span style="color: black;">By the meandering shores of Loch Ness,
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<span style="color: black;">For love and legend and time gone!</span> </div>
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Sunday 15th May 1994: LBR. (Lesser banishing Rituals of the Pentagram and
Hexagram, performed daily). Within the Temple (1) [O=O]: Hierus, Kerux,
Stolistes, Dadouchos (Pillars of Severity and Mercy). 02.50 a.m. Hegemon
(triad) – Veil of Nephtys and the Veil of Isis – Hierophant, the Banner of the
East and the West. Malkuth (Pillars of Netzach and Hod) and Yesod – the triad.
I went through the preliminaries twice: <br />
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Kerux: <i>‘Hekas, Hekas, este Bebeloi...’</i><br />
Hierophant: asks if the Hall of Nephtys is properly guarded.<br />
Kerux: answers and salutes (Enterer) etc...<br />
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03.25 a.m. ‘Hear thou the voice of the Nada!’ In my right ear, my head was
bowed onto my chest. A single thunder-clap which continued for some minutes
while the left ear captured the sound of a tinkling bell, as if afar, yet deep
within!<br />
03.35 a.m. Ida and Pingala: Puraka= 5, Kumbhaka= 5, Rechaka= 5. Pingala a
little blocked so ended at 03.43 a.m. and the whole exercise finished at 03.45
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Tuesday 17th May. LBR. 02.55 a.m. T. (Temple) O=O Hierus guards the hither side
of the portal. The Hierophant makes the sign of the Enterer, to the West.<br />
Wednesday 18th May. LBR. 02.35 a.m. T. O=O Hierophant in the sign of the
Enterer, questions Hierus:<br />
Hierus: ‘Breath is the evidence of life’. The work ended at 03.00 a.m.<br />
03.05 a.m. R.C. (Rosy Cross) in Tiphereth. Very strong, I counted two breaks
only. The White Cross and the Red Rose became a large table around which were
seated the Secret Chiefs of the Vault of the Adepts. A small cross stood in a
golden shaft of light (Tiphereth) and there was a larger white cross where I
was standing, at its base, enflamed in prayer.<br />
I later had a dream in which I was in a park attending some festival and
looking across the lake I saw a glowing disc in the sky with a beam of light
directed towards the ground, into the trees. A person I was with suggested we
go into the light but I said no and clung to the base of a tree – The object
and the light were bright gold (an aspect of Tiphereth) and the tree reflected
the form of the cross where I stood also at the base in the previous R.C.
vision. But it was only a dream and I could have unconsciously influenced it
with the sphere of Tiphereth.<br />
Thursday 19th May. LBR. 01.55 a.m. Reading fourth section of the Golden Dawn by
Regardie till 02.15 a.m.<br />
02.15 a.m. T. O=O West: Hierus explains the three lesser officers. The
Hierophant asks the Dadouchos (South) his station and duty, and he replies: ‘To
consecrate the Hall of the Fraters and Sorores, and the candidate with fire’.<br />
02.35 a.m. R.C. in Ajna. Very good, I received a vision Iesous Christos
suffering on the cross with his crown, but it was not a crown of thorns, but a
crown of Roses, and there were tears of blood. The cross was also seen escaping
from my Ajna and rising into the air – I raised my arms as in the sign of
Apophis and Typhon and held onto the cross, which continued to rise and draw me
forth into the heavens...<br />
Saturday 21st May. LBR. 02.15 a.m. T. O=O the Hierophant asks the Stolistes his
station and duty. Stolistes (North) symbolises cold and moisture and he takes
care of the robes and insignia and purifies with water.<br />
07.00 a.m. Fabric Vision: I was in a room, a very old room which was filled
with light. I seemed to be conscious of actually being in another room, as if
my eyes were open, physically, but of course they were not. I instructed myself
to wake at exactly 08.13 a.m. and did so to the minute without the aid of any
such ‘outward’ alarm <br />
10.15 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Sunday 22nd May. LBR. 02.40 a.m. T. O=O the Kerux section of the ceremony,
station and duty etc.<br />
03.00 a.m. Tatwa: Ether of Air (black oval within a blue disc). I began well
but very tired to do the simplest of work.<br />
Monday 23rd May. LBR. The Equinox volume I number x.<br />
Tuesday 24th May. LBR. 02.45 a.m. T. O=O the stations continue: Hierophant asks
Hegemon his station and duties. The work ended at 03.27 a.m.<br />
03.30 a.m. R.C. in Ajna: Muladhara – Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. (Aum Mani Padme
Hum) a few breaks and R.C. quite good. There followed a short vision in which I
was a female being in a long tunnel. I felt the presence of three masculine
entities which were wolf-like.<br />
Saturday 28th May. LBR. 02.50 a.m. T. O=O Hierophant asks the Hierus his station
and duties (black robe), Sword of Justice and the Banner of the West. End at
03.22 a.m.<br />
03.25 a.m. R.C. in Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. [R.C. appeared against a blue vibrant
sky and was reflected in water]. I worked with the Chakras and saw an image of
a skull, just the cranium, there was no jaw bone. It was yellow in colour,
stained by age. It then became blue, like a negative image of itself. I
suddenly felt as if my eyes were fully open but as ever they were tightly
closed. The work ended at 03.45 a.m.<br />
Fabric Vision, received later: The Children of the Veil. I was standing in a
dark room (or I may have been in my asana position) and I noticed that little
tiny noses were poking through a dark veil. At first I paid no attention to
them, then, wherever I happened to look I saw the tiny nose tips and nothing
else beyond the black veil. As I felt around in the darkness I could feel their
small cold naked bodies yet I could not see them except for their nose tips.
‘Begone! Begone!’ I shouted and commanded. And all the children of the
darkness, those that had not been born (a reference to the formula of ALIM and
also of the eleventh degree in the O.T.O.) came running from beyond the veil in
complete confusion. I felt as if another presence was there also and it was
scornful of me and even laughing at the fool of an adept, who thinks he can
enter the veil!<br />
10.00 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Sunday 29th May. LBR. 02.20 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed and spine rigid. Mantra:
A.M.P.H. Failure! I was too tired to continue and ended after just ten minutes.<br />
Tuesday 31st May. LBR. 02.15 a.m. T. O=O the Hierophant explains his station
and duties. I am the Hierophant between the pillars, my head and torso rise
high into the air yet my feet are firm in Malkuth (the hands are also able to
act within Malkuth). I then contracted – yea, even beyond the confines of my
own physical body. I took this to be a sign showing Kether in Malkuth which was
caused by the reciting of the Hierophant’s speech. It was as if I had become
the triad: (a) the body of light in the Temple as the Hierophant, (b) my
consciousness in Kether and (c) my physical ‘earth’ body in Malkuth. The work
ended at 02.55 a.m. I then performed the Banishing rituals and Invoked Spirit
active (equilibration in the east) and Invoked the Air Pentagram in the four
quarters: E.S.W.N. (Air being active).<br />
Asana 03.00 – 03.35 a.m. Legs crossed and spine rigid. Very warm conditions but
the body was trembling. Assumption of the God form Shu. I fixed the symbol of
Air, which rose upwards and into my Ajna, and then beyond. The work finished at
03.35 a.m. as the light was returning in the east. LBR.<br />
Wednesday 1st June. LBR. 12.10 – 1.00 p.m. In my asana outdoors beneath the hot
rays of the sun! The pain became intense at 12.50 p.m.<br />
Thursday 2nd June. LBR. 02.20 a.m. T. O=O the Stolistes and Dadouchos, purifies
and consecrates with fire and water. End at 02.45 a.m. whereupon I attempt the
R.C. in Ajna. The symbol rises from the Muladhara Chakra and into Kether (white
brilliance) and beyond and back again to Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. very good.
Unstoppable! Asana: Legs crossed. It was a very hot night. During one of the
breaks I almost became lost in Union (Dhyana) of which as yet I have not
attained. I ended the work at 03.15 a.m.<br />
08.30 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Friday 3rd June. LBR. 07.55 a.m. Vision: I was lying in bed in my room. It was
early morning. With my astral eyes I could observe clearly that there was a
light in the room and a window was open. It was windy outside. The door was
opening and closing a little because of the draught from the window. I was
beneath the blanket. I heard the door slam shut and everything went dark as I
looked up from beneath the blanket, which suddenly flew into the air as some
large and powerful presence lay down beside me. It was pushing my upper body
from the bed and at the same time my ears were being deafened by the screaming
of the Nada, which increased in volume. I woke from this with my ears ringing
and my upper body thrust to the side of the bed and half hanging outside it. I
was full of fear! I had experienced the full animalistic strength of what I
termed at the time the ‘dweller on the threshold’, not visible but a definite
presence, as it has been [and will be] so often. It must be overcome! These
astral attacks which so often spill out into physical reality have become a
common occurrence over the years and I have learnt to ‘banish’ them in my own
way and escape from the assault. They are always experienced during the
vulnerability of sleep and sometimes physical paralysis occurs too. It must be
noted that so often a piercing tone (Nada) like the strike of a bell that
vibrates and increases in volume nearly always signals an attack of this nature
(2).<br />
Saturday 4th June. LBR. 03.05 a.m. Tatwa: Akasa (spirit). Mantra: A.M.P.H. I
began well but failed to achieve anything of significance. Previous to this I
did Temple work: T. O=O the circumambulation.<br />
03.10 a.m. R.C. in Ajna. I attempted it first without the mantra, but I found
it difficult to control the mind, so I had to use it (A.M.P.H.) but I used it
at a reduced rate, slower than usual. I had some strange feelings because of
this: (a) Like being smothered in a blanket of darkness, and (b) two lesser
sensations as of being turned around 360 degrees, and the ‘inward’ becoming the
‘outward’. I tried with the R.C. in Kether and I became conscious of a duality,
as if my body of light (spirit) were looking upon my body of earth. There was
no difficulty in doing this and it seemed to occur naturally with the R.C. in
Kether.<br />
Tuesday 7th June. LBR. 02.10 a.m. T. O=O the Hierophant announces the end of
the mystical circumambulations, and rise of light, and the adorations begin.<br />
02.30 a.m. Asana: Arrowhead. A warm night. Mantra: A.M.P.H. I visualised a
golden Ankh – the blue light penetrated my consciousness as it usually does
previous to works of this nature, after some rapid breathing. I saw the golden
Ankh in the blue sky in the East. The Arrowhead seems a good posture; the hands
and feet which were touching, completely disappeared – not painfully, but just
‘lost’. The head was resting on the chest and a white light was about me. I
could have done much longer in my asana and was a little disappointed with the
Ankh. I ended at 03.20 a.m. Asana and Ankh duration: 50 minutes.<br />
Wednesday 8th June. LBR. 02.45 a.m. ‘Khabs Am Pekht’, ‘Konx Om Pax’, ‘Light In
Extension’ – 03.13 a.m. R.C. in Ajna.<br />
Friday 10th June. LBR. Vision: I was led through a passageway and up stairs to
different levels of a building and into many rooms. I was guided by the Master
(the Guardian of the Lunar and Solar Principles). The rooms were large and
white in colour. I left the Master and walked up a stairway to the Lunar
(female) quarters of the building (or Sanctuary). I began talking to a young
girl (Soror) who was about fourteen years old in appearance. She spoke French
and she said she will teach me to speak English, but just then the Master
returned and escorted me away, as I was not permitted to be there because it
was purified only to the Lunar Principle. I told him that I was looking into
one of the rooms I had stayed in before (presumably in a previous incarnation
as a female) and I told him of the changes I had observed. I followed the
Master into the Inner Sanctum which was purified to both the Lunar and Solar
Principles conjoined. The furnishings were of wood and metal, these symbolised
the Solar Principle, and fur and soft furnishings symbolised the Lunar
Principle. We went along a short passageway into the gardens and I noticed a
stone chess board beyond the flower beds which were planted on a slope. I
followed the Master up this slope... Just then, I noticed a loud sound at the
base of my skull, slightly at the right hand side; a buzzing noise which
brought me swiftly from the vision state. It is a sound I have often had and is
reminiscent of an inner explosion that echoes inside the head and pulses like
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Saturday 11th June. LBR. 02.35 a.m. Asana: Thunderbolt. Ida – (Puraka 10,
Khumbhaka 10); Pingala – (Rechaka 10, Khumbhaka 10). I had a vision of the
Voluptuous Adulterer: the Snake Serpent. I tried to use the Mantra: A.M.P.H.
but did not proceed with it as it was of no use. I saw the ‘Winged Globe’ from
the Stele of Revealing and made Dharana. Then there came a vision of the Crying
Isis. The work ended at 02.53 a.m. Duration of asana: 18 minutes.<br />
Sunday 12th June. LBR. 02.30 a.m. T. O=O the Candidates admission; the hoodwink
and the rope – before the knock – 02.58 a.m.<br />
03.05 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed. Stomach empty, breathing slow and rhythmical
with hands on thighs. On thinking of the ceremony, a phrase entered my
consciousness: ‘There is Chaos between the Pillars’. The work ended at 03.35
a.m. Pentagram in Ajna. During the asana I attempted Dharana on the tip of my
nose – I became conscious of my ‘astral’ self before me and we were touching
nose to nose, like a mirror image. I rose into Kether in a sort of ‘third’
person and viewed the astral and earth body, the duality: Looking out is looking
in! Duration of asana: 30 minutes.<br />
Monday 13th June LBR. The Numerations of Asnia which were partly discovered
yesterday on Sunday 12th June: <br />
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Aleph 1<br />
Yod 10<br />
Nun 50<br />
Samekh 60<br />
Aleph 1<br />
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Total= 122. [Aleph, Yod, Nun 1+10+50=61] and [Samekh, Aleph 60+1=61] 1 + 11
squared [10+1=11, 50+60+1=111 – A=111 in full], or 1+56+65=122= Hadit (1) +
Nuit (56) + Adonai/eimi (65) = ‘I am Horus’ [unsure about this].<br />
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61= AIN (negative) also ANI (ego)<br />
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50= Death (Binah)<br />
60= Restriction<br />
11= Number of Magick<br />
122=1=Unity. (22= Letters of the Hebrew Alphabet and the Paths on the Sephira
Tree of Life).<br />
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6-1=5<br />
6-1=5<br />
1+2+2=5 = 555 Hadit in full. <br />
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6x1=6<br />
6x1=6<br />
1+2x2=6 = 666 the Beast etc.<br />
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50 divided by 10=5 Pentagram (Microcosm)<br />
60 divided by 10=6 hexagram (Macrocosm)<br />
5+6=11 HAD and number of Magick.<br />
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65=Adonai <br />
65+1+1=67 (Binah) [and Achad Unity – Binah + Kether]<br />
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56= NU<br />
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Elements: Air, Fire, Water, Earth and Air.<br />
By the Tarot: Fool. Temperance. Death. Hermit and Fool= ‘Folly is the self
sacrifice of initiation and the secret gate of the fool!’<br />
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122= <br />
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1-2 (=O)-2= OOO [Ain Soph Aur]<br />
1-2 (=O) x2=OO [Ain Soph]<br />
1x2 (=2)-2= O [Ain]<br />
1+2 (=3)-2=1 [Kether]<br />
1+ (2 divided by 2=1) =2 [Chokmah]<br />
2+2 (=4)-1=3 [Binah, Saturn]<br />
1x2 (=2) +2=4 [Chesed, Jupiter]<br />
1+2+2=5 [Geburah, Mars]<br />
1+2 (=3) x2=6 [Tiphereth, Sun]<br />
12(2 squared) =1+2+4=7 [Netzach, Venus]<br />
1x2x4=8 [Hod, Mercury]<br />
1(2 squared) (2 squared) =1+4+4=9 [Yesod, Moon]<br />
1(2 squared) 2= 1+4x2=10 [Malkuth, Earth]<br />
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Wednesday 15th June. LBR. 02.42 a.m. T. O=O the admittance into the Hall.<br />
09.50 a.m. Eucharistos. The darkness of initiation has begun!<br />
Thursday 16th June. LBR. 02.50 a.m. T. O=O the Purification and Consecration of
P.A.A.A.<br />
02.57-03.25 a.m. Asana and Mantra: A.M.P.H. Chakras. I was very exhausted. I
noticed a shudder of enormous strength throw my upper body to the right, it was
like an electric current within me [could this be connected to the spasmodic
jerks that are assumed to move the body during asana?] There is a shadow of
doubt upon me.<br />
Saturday 18th June. LBR. The right forearm (wrist) now has a very vivid circle
upon it, slightly larger and slightly higher than the circle on the left
forearm. Both circles contain an inner circle. What does this mean? Is it a
form of stigmata? Why are they almost perfect mirror images of each other? I do
not know.<br />
Sunday 19th June. LBR. 02.45 a.m. T. O=O at the altar stands P.A.A.A. and the
Hegemon gives his answers to the Hierophant: ‘Why does thou seek to enter the
Sacred Hall?’ etc and the work ended at 03.02 a.m.<br />
03.05 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed. H.P.K. [Hoor Par Kraat] in Ajna, on the Lotus
Leaf. Mantra: A.M.P.H. (quite good only a few breaks). I removed H.P.K. and
place my astral form before me in the assumption of the god form H.P.K. I had
to end the work at 03.15 as I was disturbed by outside sounds. Stomach empty. A
windy and warm night. Continued with mantra: A.M.P.H. into sleep.<br />
6.30-7.45 p.m. Asana: Legs crossed. Dharana on Yoni [the expansion and
contraction] caused a vibratory sensation in Muladhara after the expansion and
contraction ended. Pain began at 7.40 p.m. and the duration of the asana was 75
minutes.<br />
Tuesday 21st June. LBR. [Summer Solstice] 02.25 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed and
hands on Yesod. Stomach empty. Chakras. My astral body before me, also seated
in asana, robed in red with the R.C. on the breast and wand in the right hand.
I transferred from the earth to the astral and performed the LBR. A filmy mist
was around me as I rose into the air. There was a feeling of eternal peace and
tranquillity. I became fatigued in the rising and ended at 02.50 a.m. I again
heard the Nada in the right ear like an explosion which lasted around 30
seconds or more. It decreased in strength and sound. I had the image of a match
being struck as an analysis – the flame on the initial strike = the enthusiasm,
powerful [Isis], Then it settles in size and strength, and flows freely towards
an end without the initial enthusiasm [Apothis]. Then it burns out and all is
completed, the will is done! [Osiris].<br />
Wednesday 22nd June. LBR. 11.30 a.m. Eucharistos.<br />
Saturday 25th June. LBR. 03.00 a.m. Asana: Dragon. Very hot and stomach empty.
Pranayama: Puraka=10, Kumbhaka=5, Rechaka=10, Kumbhaka=5. I felt this was too
easy to do so I increased it to 10/10/10/10. I began to sweat a little and
heard thunder in the distance. I ended at 03.10 a.m. mantra: A.M.P.H. with R.C.
in Ajna. Very good, R.C. was rising into the sky in the East and I ended at
03.20 a.m.<br />
Duration: Asana=20 minutes (pain at the end and I could not move at all, I was
completely rigid after just 10 minutes). Pranayama=10 minutes. Mantra=10
minutes (very good rhythm).<br />
10.40 a.m. Eucharistos. Emotionally the O=O is having an effect upon me which
is not good.<br />
Tuesday 28th June. LBR. 02.27 a.m. T. O=O ‘Obligation’ and keeping the secrets
and the mystery of the Order. Ending at 02.44 a.m. A short exercise concerning
‘Berashith till 02.47 a.m.<br />
02.50 a.m. Asana: Arrowhead. R.C. in Ajna (a few breaks). R.C. was good in
short bursts then breaks would occur on thinking about the asana etc. The word
‘Mountain’ entered my consciousness for some reason. I opened my eyes and saw
the R.C., gold and red before me. Stomach empty and ended at 03.10 a.m.<br />
Wednesday 29th June. LBR. 02.43 T. O=O ‘Obligations’ and P.A.A.A. kneels at the
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1. For an explanation of the Temple see ‘Magick’, by Aleister Crowley: Chapter
18: Of Clairvoyance and the Body of Light. [p. 261 in the John Symonds and
Kenneth Grant 1973 Guild Publishing edition]. In reference to the O=O
(Neophyte) ceremony, the rituals are found in Israel Regardie’s ‘The Golden
Dawn: An Account of the Teachings, Rites and Ceremonies of the Order of the
Golden Dawn’ (Llewellyn’s Golden Dawn series) 1971. [1989 ed].<br />
2. Incubus: a male demon who lies upon the sleeping female and attempts sexual
intercourse, although cases of an incubus preying upon a male sleeper are not
unheard of! Succubus: the female counterpart.</span></span></div>
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This is a unique book in the world of occult literature in that it tackles Thelemic ceremonial Magick and gives a thorough grounding in the basic elements and techniques. There are chapters on the significance and importance of the Pentagram and Hexagram rituals - the foundation of all magick, to the sublime beauty of the Gnostic Mass. </span><br />
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To the beginner and intermediate practitioner of Magick alike, the classic rituals of Aleister Crowley can seem somewhat complex and confusing. L.M. Duquette looks at various obscure aspects of the rituals and gives general hints and explanations from his own extensive practical knowledge of the subject and shows how to perform them in accordance to the Aeon of Horus. He explores such rituals as: The Star Ruby; The Star Sapphire; Liber V vel Reguli; the solar rites - Liber Resh and The Mass of the Phoenix. Of particular interest is his innovative study of Liber Samekh, where he goes into great depth and detail, producing a workable and structured format that is easy to follow at all points of the ceremony.
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<span style="color: black;">Throughout all this, L.M. Duquette's sense of humour is also present in this extraordinary ground-breaking and thought-provoking, must have book!
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<strong>The Magical Revival - by Kenneth Grant.</strong>
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Published in 1972, ‘The Magical Revival’ by Kenneth Grant (1924-2011) is the first work in his Typhonian Trilogy and in it he introduces certain theories and practices which extend upon the writings of Aleister Crowley. Grant, who studied under Crowley during 1944 until the great man’s death in 1947, became the Head of the British Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.) and is widely accepted as an authority on various aspects of metaphysical and magical phenomena as understood within Crowley’s ‘Argenteum Astrum’ (A. A.) system of Magick and the O.T.O. The book explores such subjects as the Kundalini force utilised in Sex Magick; the Barbarous Names of Evocation and the attitude towards drug use during ceremonies and vision-skrying etc. Grant also draws parallels between the writing of H P Lovecraft (1890-1937), with his Cthulhu Mythos and Crowley’s Thelemic system with its central pillar: Liber Al vel Legis (The Book of the Law), and he has much to say on many of the leading lights within the occult world, such as Dion Fortune (1890-1946), A. O. Spare (1886-1956), C S Jones [Frater Achad] (1886-1950), and Jack Parsons (1914-1952) to name a few.
This important book is a source of extensive information to the student and intermediate as it concerns many otherwise obscure points within Magick. Grant, whose great mind condenses many difficult ‘esoteric’ notions into an understandable framework, (although the subject matter remains very advanced by its nature), really strips away at the symbolism as much as he can within reason upon the subject of Sex in certain mystical and magical rites to reveal a work of beauty that sheds light where other authors have feared to illuminate! In the years to come his work will be re-appraised and given the serious appreciation it deserves, and rightfully so! Fantastic!
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The Holy Books of Thelema, being The Equinox, volume III, number 9 - by Aleister Crowley.</strong>
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A series of divinely inspired texts received by the occultist Aleister Crowley in 1907 and 1911. Crowley maintained that he was not the sole author for these works and that they were written by an intelligence independent of his own. The Holy Books are the foundation of the mystical, magical and religious system known as Thelema which declares that there is no law beyond do what thou wilt! Included in this collection of remarkable visionary texts is the sublimely beautiful Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli; Liber LXV – Cordis Cincti Serpente; Liber LXVI: Stellae Rubeae; Liber A’ash and of course The Book of the Law [Liber Al vel Legis] with its three chapters which were delivered unto mankind in Cairo in 1904. </span><br />
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Together with a detailed preface and a synopsis on how the Holy Books were received, this compelling collection reveals more of its beauty with each reading and whether they are regarded as a ‘divine utterance’ or just inspired poetry, the Holy Books of Thelema is a thing of staggering wonder and illumination! Love is the law, love under will!
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<strong>Secrets of Modern Witchcraft Revealed: Unlocking the Mysteries of the Magickal Arts - by Lady Sabrina.</strong> </span><br />
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Books on witchcraft can be a hit and miss affair, and frankly, I didn’t hold out much hope for this. But I was pleasantly surprised by this informative and well-written book! The mysterious Lady Sabrina, High Priestess and founder of Our Lady of Enchantment Seminary of Wicca, has produced a practical ‘hands-on’ manual with exercises for both beginners and more experienced witches. ‘Revealed’ are the basic elements of witchcraft and magick, from the tools used in the ceremonies and the casting of the circle, to the more advanced techniques such as herbal lore, runes and talismans, and much more! Secrets of Modern Witchcraft Revealed offers a no-nonsense approach to the path of the wise and Lady Sabrina’s guiding hand and helpful advice throughout this useful and delightful book are indeed gentle and reassuring to the novice! Fabulous!</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
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THE UNSPEAKABLE TOAD
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Things certainly were different indeed, for it seemed as if the world had suddenly lost its pulse; as if it had suddenly put its foot down and cried ‘enough!’ and refused to turn anymore. Things inside and things outside, all had changed, like looking at things for the first time and realising that everything has a right to be, and a place to be, no matter how strange. ‘I don’t suppose anything will ever be as it was’ she thought as she walked beside the calm river that looked so lovely in the golden sunlight.
After walking a short distance, she decided to stop at the river’s edge to look at her reflection, but Pegamina was quite astonished to find that there was no reflection whatsoever. ‘Perhaps it’s a magical river’ she thought for it was a very odd river indeed and not like any other river she had ever seen before. ‘I wonder where it goes’ she thought to herself. And after peering into it for a short while, she suddenly dipped her fingers into it and put them to her mouth, quite why she did this she did not know but it tasted like all the nice things she had ever tasted, though she did not know specifically what things. And as she looked about her she could see an old clock tower on the opposite side of the riverbank, just a little further on. It had a large wooden wheel, half-hidden in the river and the reeds that seemed like it hadn’t turned for so very long. ‘Such a sad and lonely place’ she thought as she looked upon its dark windows and its little garden shaded by the trees. ‘I wonder who lives there’ she said to herself, ‘if only I could cross the river, I would so like to go inside’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘There’s a bridge!’ said a voice.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Where’s a bridge?’ said Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Where bridges begin and bridges end of course!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Who’s talking?’ inquired Peg, looking round but seeing no one.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m talking!’ and out from behind an old tree stump, a croaking toad suddenly jumped and said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘How do you do, how do you don’t!’
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">'Hello</span>, I do very well thank you’ answered Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘And how do you don’t?’ said the quizzical toad.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t very well’ Pegamina replied, somewhat bemused.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Splendid’ was all that the toad croaked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘But who are you?’ said a puzzled Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m the unspeakable toad but it’s of no consequence. A charming day, don’t you think?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, quite charming. But tell me, why are you unspeakable? I didn’t even know toads could speak’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Of course toads can speak! But toads are quite unspeakable. No one wants to talk about toads, do they?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it’ said Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You see! No one even thinks about toads; quite unspeakable, quite’ said the sad looking toad.
‘It is a fact, you know’ he continued, ‘that if beauty is a prison then toads are exceedingly free, being exceedingly ugly, don’t you see?’ and the toad jumped towards Pegamina, which made Pegamina jump a little too. ‘But you know’ he began again, as he took a deep breath, ‘ugliness is only beauty undecided which way to go, but when she does go, she really goes! There’s no way of stopping it, not even by putting a carpet over it. Nature will take its course, of course’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, of course’ agreed Pegamina, yawning. And then she changed the subject:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Toad, can you tell me who lives over there?’ and she pointed to the clock tower on the opposite side of the river.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s the time mill, nobody lives there or ever goes there; it’s a very sad story, would you like to hear it?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, I would please’ and Pegamina sat down.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then I shall begin’ said the toad, stretching his neck.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh, is it going to begin “once upon a time?”’ Peg said excitedly.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Please don’t interrupt, there is no time here and you will shortly see why’ snapped the toad, trying to look important, but only managed pompous.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m sorry, do go on please’ said Pegamina shyly.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Well, it all happened long, long ago in the days of time, when things moved forwards and were measured in equal parts according to the time mill that kept the time, all the time. Now, in this time mill there lived a small boy and his grandfather who was the custodian of the clock; a very important position, you see. Well, the young boy, having no other little friends to play with became very strange indeed in his behaviour. He would stand for hours on end, just looking out over the river, as if he could see things others could not see and he would talk in a strange language; a nonsense language that no one could understand. Such a sad and lonely little boy with his dark eyes and his pale face, as if all the colour had been drained from his little body to leave only a grey shell behind it...’ and here the toad broke off from his story ‘did you know that during the day toads are green and grey, but during the night, toads are pink and white?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘That is interesting, but please will you continue with your story’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes of course. Where was I?’ said toad scratching his head.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You were saying that the boy had no colour!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ahh yes, well, even without colour he had a strange and fascinating beauty, though he did have some fanciful ways! He became so afraid of the sun that he was never seen outside of the mill during the daytime and his grandfather became so worried that he would try all manner of things to give the boy some sort of interest in life but all to no avail. Well, gradually the boy grew much worse and there was no getting through to him. He would not eat, he would not sleep, and he would look at nothing but his own feet...’ and here the toad broke off from the story once again, ‘did you know, that toads are very fond of feet? There is an old custom in this land and a song that goes with it:
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We tread on the toads on toad-treading day,
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<span style="color: black;">For every day is toad-treading day!’</span></div>
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‘That’s all very interesting, but I should like to hear the rest of the story please’ Peg yawned.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Story? Oh yes of course. Well the boy had quite retreated from himself; found somewhere better to live, I suppose’ and the toad laughed, but seeing that Pegamina did not find it at all funny, he continued:
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<span style="color: black;">‘One night, the boy climbed to the top of the clock tower for you see he had quite fallen head over heels in love with the moon! Did I say “heels”?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, go on!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Well, he was standing on the edge of the tower, reaching out to capture the moon when suddenly he reached too far and fell from the tower and into the river – whoosh...plop!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh no!’ cried Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes!’ laughed the toad, ‘it was all very tragic. You see, because the great wooden wheel that turned the cogs of the old clock dragged him under the water where he was unable to free himself. The wheel jammed and would not turn, and so time, so to speak as it used to be known, stopped, never to begin again’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘That’s a very sad story, but tell me, what happened to the grandfather?’ Pegamina said, a little tearful.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh he was so overcome with grief that he destroyed all the inner workings parts of the clock: its cogs and shafts and its spindles and weights until it could not be put back together again, and so now, only the great wheel and the clock face remain. He died a very lonely and miserable old man soon afterwards. And no one has been there ever since’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I should like to go there’ was all Pegamina said.
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<span style="color: black;">Some time (if there were such a thing as time) elapsed before either the toad or Pegamina spoke again, for each had been thinking of equally important things. In Peg’s case, it was the story of the boy in the time mill that loved the moon that killed him. And as for the toad, it was feet, feet and more feet!
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<span style="color: black;">‘But wouldn’t you be afraid?’ the toad said, not liking the silence and thinking of nothing else to say.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Afraid of what?’ asked Pegamina, still gazing at the clock tower.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Ghosts of course!’ whispered toad.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh, I can’t say that I wouldn’t be afraid, not until I have actually seen one, so to speak’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I think I should be very afraid’ said the toad, and having no more to add he rolled onto his back and remained there for quite some time. And Pegamina just gazed at the river.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Toad’ Pegamina said in a quiet tone of voice.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yeeeeeeees’ he elongated.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You said there is a bridge’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘So I did’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘How may I find it?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why, you follow the course of the river, of course!’ puffed the toad.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, of course’ sighed Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Toad’ she said again, just as quietly.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yeeeeeeees’ he croaked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I shall have to be going now for it is getting quite dark and I don’t much care for the dark’.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then we must say goodbye!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, goodbye toad’ Pegamina said stretching out a hand.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What are you doing?’ said a perplexed toad.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m saying goodbye!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But that’s not how it’s done!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh, isn’t it?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘No!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then how is it done?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘By the treading, of course!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What did you say toad?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I said by the treading’ he repeated.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Treading what?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Treading me, of course!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But won’t it hurt?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes, terribly!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then I should rather not, if you don’t mind?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh but I do mind! In fact I insist! Every day is toad-treading day, don’t you know! It’s tradition and you can’t fight tradition!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I can and I will!’ stamped Pegamina.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You can’t and you won’t!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I can!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Can’t!’
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<span style="color: black;">This exchange went on for quite some time, if indeed there were such a thing as time, until eventually Pegamina became so cross that she shouted:
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<span style="color: black;">‘I think you’re a very silly toad and I don’t wish to speak to you anymore!’ and at this, the toad hitched up his neck and puffed out his cheeks and croaked:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Why does no one talk of toads? We are so unmentionable! The green unspeakable!’ and he sighed before jumping into the river and out of sight again.
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<span style="color: black;"> Volume 1, Number 2. <span style="color: black;">Autumn Equinox</span> An CIX ☉ in <span class="date93"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;">29° Virgo</span></span></span>, ☽ in <span style="color: black;"><span class="date93"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">7° Taurus</span></span>.</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Sunday 22nd September 2013</span> e.v.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Tannhauser. Aleister Crowley.</em>
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.
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<span style="color: black;">Volume 1, <span style="color: black;">Number 2</span> of the Voice of Fire is dedicated to Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber DCCCXXXVII The Law of Liberty</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> At Boleskine</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> How sweet a passion</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It is a common misconception to think that in order to be a practicing Thelemite one must belong to a Thelemic or magical society, such as the A∴A∴ or the OTO. Both organisations do outstanding work but it is not necessary, nor is it particularly advantageous to the aspirant to pursue this path if it is anathema to the will of the individual. Many magical groups, with the best intentions, contain an assortment of accelerated egos, all eager to make their magical mark which in certain circumstances can hinder the progress of the young neophyte. Conflicting ideas and differing approaches to magical work combined with internal power struggles is not a good recipe for spiritual advancement.
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<span style="color: black;">Thelema accepts every true seeker into its Light: ‘Come forth, O children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!’ [Liber AL. I. 12] There is no prejudice or restriction, for the ‘word of Sin is Restriction.’ [Liber AL. I. 41] Thelema welcomes everyone, and all are equal, no matter what sex you may be, or your colour, nationality, age or sexuality and so on... all that is asked of you is a certain degree of mental capacity for understanding and for learning!
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<span style="color: black;">In the modern world, with its technological advances and ever increasing demands upon our time, we must strive to find our ‘islands’ of calm in which to work. Any student of magick or Thelema who has chosen to work alone in accordance to their will and their own initiative, will find it perfectly effective to set their own course of study based upon the curriculum of the A∴A∴ [see ‘One Star in Sight’ in Magick in Theory and Practice, and also Liber LXI vel Causae; also of help will be ‘An Account of A∴A∴’]
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<span style="color: black;">But what of he or she who is seeking a magical teacher? There is a lot of nonsense in the occult world and the misuse of magick can have devastating consequences! A ‘grade’ or a ‘degree’ is awarded after a particular subject is understood, both in theory and practice, as in any university; we pursue our own course in attainment and any work which is overlooked will lead to our own downfall. It is self-destructive to avoid the work and there is only one way down from the edge of a precipice! Grades and titles have no power in themselves; they are an acknowledgement of work completed and not a device to impress or even intimidate the novice magician. In fact, following self-analysis and certain processes of illumination, one will see that all such figures of ‘authority’ are merely effigies on which to hang suitably impressive titles (of little real importance), be they King, Fish Monger or Arch Bishop! These trifles will not so much as disturb the calm waters into which one gazes on the spiritual quest and the Thelemite will see beyond such things! But of course, this does not mean that one can ignore one’s moral and social duties and go beyond the law which governs society – ‘Do what thou wilt’ does not suggest that we can do whatever we like and to hell with the consequences, for anyone who has studied the works of Aleister Crowley will understand their meaning and their importance, and those who do not and see it as a license for all sorts of negative and destructive behaviour are almost certainly beyond any spiritual help!
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<span style="color: black;">The aspirant to Thelema must prepare for the work and they must ensure that they have stable and suitable surroundings; they must work to provide the basic needs of living: a roof over one’s head and food on the table for good mental and physical well-being. Without such things the accomplishment of magical work will prove to be extremely difficult and disordered.
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<span style="color: black;">The aim of the Thelemite is the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel and all work should be a preliminary step in that direction. The aspirant upon the path who has chosen to work alone, will know within when certain ordeals and tasks have been accomplished and will know whether or not to award the seal of a grade upon that work; they will know when to amend themselves a magical name or motto, for it is through hard work and diligence, without the lust of result that positive effects are produced and the Secret Chiefs will surely see this and provide guidance where necessary.
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<span style="color: black;">Let Liber AL be your Light, Magick your strength and let common sense prevail!
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<span style="color: black;">I AM OFTEN ASKED why I begin my letters in this way. No matter whether I am writing to my lady or to my butcher, always I begin with these eleven words. Why, how else should I begin? What other greeting could be so glad? Look, brother, we are free! Rejoice with me, sister, there is no law beyond Do what thou wilt!
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<span style="color: black;">I WRITE this for those who have not read our Sacred book, The Book of the Law, or for those who, reading it, have somehow failed to understand its perfection. For there are many matters in this Book, and the Glad Tidings are now here, now there, scattered throughout the Book as the Stars are scattered through the field of Night. Rejoice with me, all ye people! At the very head of the Book stands the great charter of our godhead: “Every man and every woman is a star.” We are all free, all independent, all shining gloriously, each one a radiant world. Is not that good tidings?
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<span style="color: black;">Then comes the first call of the Great Goddess Nuit, Lady of the Starry Heaven, who is also Matter in its deepest metaphysical sense, who is the infinite in whom all we live and move and have our being. Hear Her first summons to us men and women: “Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love! I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.” Later She explains the mystery of sorrow: “For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.”
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<span style="color: black;">“This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.”
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<span style="color: black;">And what are the conditions of this joy, and peace, and glory? Is ours the gloomy asceticism of the Christian, and the Buddhist, and the Hindu? Are we walking in eternal fear lest some “sin” should cut us off from “grace”? By no means.
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<span style="color: black;">“Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where, and with whom ye will! But always unto me.”
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<span style="color: black;">This is the only point to bear in mind, that every act must be a ritual, an act of worship, a sacrament. Live as the kings and princes, crowned and uncrowned, of this world, have always lived, as masters always live; but let it not be self-indulgence; make your self-indulgence your religion.
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<span style="color: black;">When you drink and dance and take delight, you are not being “immoral,” you are not “risking your immortal soul”; you are fulfilling the precepts of our holy religion—provided only that you remember to regard your actions in this light. Do not lower yourself and destroy and cheapen your pleasure by leaving out the supreme joy, the consciousness of the Peace that passeth understanding. Do not embrace mere Marian or Melusine; she is Nuit Herself, specially concentrated and incarnated in a human form to give you infinite love, to bid you taste even on earth the Elixir of Immortality. “But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!”
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<span style="color: black;">Again She speaks: “Love is the law, love under will.” Keep pure your highest ideal; strive ever toward it without allowing aught to stop you or turn you aside, even as a star sweeps upon its incalculable and infinite course of glory, and all is Love. The Law of your being becomes Light, Life, Love and Liberty. All is peace, all is harmony and beauty, all is joy.
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<span style="color: black;">For hear, how gracious is the Goddess; “I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.”
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<span style="color: black;">Is this not better than the death-in-life of the slaves of the Slave-Gods, as they go oppressed by consciousness of “sin,” wearily seeking or simulating wearisome and tedious “virtues”?
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<span style="color: black;">With such, we who have accepted the Law of Thelema have nothing to do. We have heard the Voice of the Star-Goddess: “I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!” And thus She ends:
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<span style="color: black;">“Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. To me! To me!” And with these words “The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.”
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<span style="color: black;">IN THE NEXT CHAPTER of our book is given the word of Hadit, who is the complement of Nuit. He is eternal energy, the Infinite Motion of Things, the central core of all being. The manifested Universe comes from the marriage of Nuit and Hadit; without this could no thing be. This eternal, this perpetual marriage-feast is then the nature of things themselves; and therefore everything that is, is a crystallization of divine ecstasy.
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<span style="color: black;">Hadit tells us of Himself: “I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star.” He is then your own inmost divine self; it is you, and not another, who are lost in the constant rapture of the embraces of Infinite Beauty. A little further on He speaks of us:
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<span style="color: black;">Here is the Calendar of our Church: “But ye, o my people, rise up & awake! Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty!” Remember that all acts of love and pleasure are rituals, must be rituals. “There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride! A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet—secret, o Prophet! A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.” It all depends on your own acceptance of this new law, and you are not asked to believe anything, to accept a string of foolish fables beneath the intellectual level of a Bushman and the moral level of a drug-fiend. All you have to do is to be yourself, to do your will, and to rejoice.
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<span style="color: black;">“Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?” He says again: “Where I am, these are not.” There is much more of the same kind; enough has been quoted already to make all clear. But there is a further injunction. “Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there 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.”
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<span style="color: black;">Lift yourselves up, my brothers and sisters of the earth! Put beneath your feet all fears, all qualms, all hesitancies! Lift yourselves up! Come forth, free and joyous, by night and day, to do your will; for “There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.” Lift yourselves up! Walk forth with us in Light and Life and Love and Liberty, taking our pleasure as Kings and Queens in Heaven and on Earth.
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I have sought the glory of thy name.
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And dark is the water that we know,
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<span style="color: black;">And steep the hill that we climb.
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<span style="color: black;">Oh passion, oh prophet, I fearless, grow
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<span style="color: black;">Towards a new dawn, touched by your time!</span> </div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Barry Van-Asten</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">HOW SWEET A PASSION</span></div>
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ALEISTER CROWLEY AND
HERBERT CHARLES JEROME POLLITT
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">by AUDRAREP</span>
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<span style="color: black;">He who seduced me first </span><span style="color: black;">I could not forget.
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<span style="color: black;">I hardly loved him but desired to taste
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<span style="color: black;">A new strong sin. My sorrow does not fret
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<span style="color: black;">That sore. But thou, whose sudden arms embraced
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<span style="color: black;">My shrinking body, and who brought a blush
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<span style="color: black;">Into my cheeks, and turned my veins to fire,
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<span style="color: black;">Thou, who didst whelm me with the eager rush
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<span style="color: black;">Of the enormous floods of thy desire,
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<span style="color: black;">Thine are the kisses that devour me yet,
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<span style="color: black;">Thine the high heaven whose loss is death to me,
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<span style="color: black;">Thine all the barbed arrows of regret,
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<span style="color: black;">Thine on whose arms I yearn to be
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<span style="color: black;">In my deep heart thy name is writ alone,
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<span style="color: black;">Men shall decipher -when they split the stone.
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<span style="color: black;">[‘untitled’ 5th poem from Crowley’s <span style="color: black;">unpublished
small</span> red </span><span style="color: black;"></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">poetry</span><span style="color: black;"> notebook. </span><span style="color: black;">Approximately 1898.
Gerald Yorke Collection]
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<span style="color: black;">It was towards the end of the October [Michaelmas] term of 1897 at Cambridge [1], aged just twenty-three, when Edward ‘Aleister’ Crowley met a remarkable man four years his senior named Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (b. 20th July 1871-1942) [2]. Born in Kendal, the son of Charles Pollitt (b. 1837), the proprietor of the ‘Westmorland Gazette’ and Jane Hutchinson (b. 1838 and married in Kendal 1864). In the 1881 census the Pollitt’s are living at 7 Kent Terrace in Kendal; Charles is a ‘newspaper proprietor, employing 14 men, 6 boys and 2 girls’. Herbert is a scholar aged nine and also at the address is Herbert’s younger brother Frank Bellingham Pollitt, aged seven (b. 1873 in Kendal and married in 1898 to Josephine Elizabeth Jordan b. 1877). Herbert or Jerome as he preferred to be called went up to Trinity College Cambridge in 1889 and graduated with a B.A. degree in 1892 (and later an M.A. in 1896). Herbert’s mother Jane died in the winter of 1891 aged 55 in Kendal. Unfortunately Jerome did not qualify as a doctor but he turned to his other great love, the stage. Jerome danced in the Cambridge Footlights Dramatic Club as a female impersonator, calling himself Diane de Rougy, after the well known actress Liane de Puugy. After their first meeting at Trinity College, a firm friendship developed between Aleister and Jerome.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley ‘had entered for the Moral Science Tripos [at Trinity] but he found himself repelled by political economy which was one of his subjects. He says nothing of the other subjects of his course, only that for one day of those three years he worked on a Greek play. He spent most of his time reading and writing poetry.’ [The Great Beast. John Symonds. 1951. 1973 revised ed P. 25)]. Crowley would not fall in line with the College’s routines if they were opposed to his own will and natural order; he would not be interfered with: ‘When I discovered that chapel was compulsory I immediately struck back. The junior dean halled me for not attending chapel, which I was certainly not going to do, because it involved early rising’. [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 108]
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<span style="color: black;">At Cambridge Crowley enjoyed the freedom he had yearned for in his adolescence – ‘I had the sensation of drawing a long deep breath as one does after swimming under water or [an even better analogy] as one does after bracing oneself against the pain inflicted by a dentist. I could not imagine anything better in life. I found myself suddenly in an entirely new world. I was part of the glories of the past; and I resolved to be one of the glories of the future.’ [Confessions. P. 107]
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<span style="color: black;">From the clerk of Trinity College, Cambridge, Jean Overton Fuller received correspondence stating that ‘according to my records, Edward Aleister Crowley matriculated in 1895. He passed the second part of the General Examination in the Michaelmas Term 1896, the first part in Easter Term 1897 and took the Special Examination in Chemistry in the Michaelmas Term, 1897, obtaining a second class. He did not graduate. He was in residence from the Michaelmas Term 1895 until the Easter Term 1898’. [The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg. Jean Overton Fuller. 1965. P. 130]
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<span style="color: black;">On Tuesday 12th October 1897 Crowley was twenty-two years old and he developed a minor illness during that October and having thoughts on his own mortality found it difficult to perceive of a career or a future in which his genius and remarkable talents would be remembered and so a darkness within his soul was born.</span><br />
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‘I had been satisfied to escape from religion to the world. I now found that there was no satisfaction here. I was not content to be annihilated. Spiritual facts were the only thing worth while. Brain and body were valueless except as the instruments of the soul’. [Confessions. P. 124-5]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley was experiencing a great spiritual awakening as he underwent what he called the ‘vision of the universal sorrow’, in which he recognised sorrow to be the greater factor in existence, very much in the Buddhist view of the acceptance of sorrow. This melancholy and sorrowful mood following his ‘trance of sorrow’ would continue for the rest of the year as he struggled with his own emotions and convictions as to his belief in God.
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<span style="color: black;">On Tuesday 7th December 1897 we find the young poet visiting the home of his friend the Cambridge lecturer and engineer Professor C. G. Lamb [3], where something quite extraordinary took place. He writes about it in his preface to ‘Aceldama’ –
‘It was a windy night, that memorable seventh night of December, when this philosophy was born in me. How the grave old Professor wondered at my ravings! I had called at his house, for he was a valued friend of mine, and I felt strange thoughts and emotions shake within me. Ah! how I raved! I called to him to trample me, he would not. We passed together into the stormy night. I was on horseback, how I galloped round him in my phrenzy, till he became the prey of a real physical fear! How I shrieked out I know not what strange words! And the poor good old man tried all he could to calm me; he thought I was mad! The fool! I was in the death struggle with self: God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered – now I have only one doubt left – which of the twain was God? Howbeit, I aspire!’ [Aceldama.1898. The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley. Vol I. 1905]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley felt a strong friendship towards Professor Lamb and what the nature of the friendship was we do not know but he regarded him highly enough to dedicate his ‘Two Sonnets’ from ‘Mysteries: Lyrical and Dramatic’ to him.
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<span style="color: black;">The spiritual void created by his ‘trance of sorrow’ would be filled by his studies in the occult which began to fascinate him at this period when he started to read A. E. Waite’s [1857-1942] ‘Book of Black Magic and of Pacts’ [1898].
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<span style="color: black;">As for Pollitt Crowley says ‘I saw him only once or twice that term, but corresponded with him from abroad during the Christmas vacation. The result was the establishment of the first intimate friendship of my life’. [Confessions. P.142]
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<span style="color: black;">During the Christmas vacation of 1897, on Thursday 23rd December in Amsterdam Crowley was writing to Pollitt and their relationship began to take on a new dimension. He also had another crisis of faith; he had walked alone all day through the streets of Amsterdam, and upon reaching the docks he watched the ships and held his little ‘silver Christ’ on a crucifix and contemplated his future and his spiritual inclinations; the Plymouth Brethren had so influenced and shaped his early life that there must have been moments of guilt and perhaps feelings of failure as he looked up to his father whom he admired greatly up until his death on Saturday 5th March 1887.
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<span style="color: black;">Let me pass out beyond the city gate.
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<span style="color: black;">All day I loitered in the little streets
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<span style="color: black;">Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate
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<span style="color: black;">That hangs above my head even now, and meets
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<span style="color: black;">Prayer and defiance as not hearing it.
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<span style="color: black;">They lean, these old black streets! a little sky
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<span style="color: black;">Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit
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<span style="color: black;">Just for a little by the sun, and I
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<span style="color: black;">Watch his red face pass over, fade away
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<span style="color: black;">To other streets, and other passengers,
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<span style="color: black;">See him take pleasure where the heathen pray,
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<span style="color: black;">See him relieve the hunter of his furs,
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<span style="color: black;">All the wide world awaiting him, all folk
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<span style="color: black;">Glad at his coming, only I must weep:
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<span style="color: black;">Rise he or sink, my weary eyes invoke
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<span style="color: black;">Only the respite of a little sleep;
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<span style="color: black;">Sleep, just a little space of sleep, to rest
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<span style="color: black;">The fevered head and cool the aching eyes;
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<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">leep for a space, to fall upon the breast
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<span style="color: black;">Of the dear God, that He may sympathise.
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<span style="color: black;">Long has the day drawn out; a bitter frost
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<span style="color: black;">Sparkles along the streets; the shipping heaves
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<span style="color: black;">With the slow murmur of the sea, half lost
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<span style="color: black;">In the last rustle of forgotten leaves.
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<span style="color: black;">Over the bridges pass the throngs; the sound,
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<span style="color: black;">Deep and insistent, penetrates the mist –
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<span style="color: black;">I hear it not, I contemplate the wound
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<span style="color: black;">Stabbed in the flanks of my dear silver Christ.
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<span style="color: black;">He hangs in anguish there; the crown of thorns
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<span style="color: black;">Pierces that palest brow; the nails drip blood
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<span style="color: black;">There is the wound; no Mary by Him mourns,
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<span style="color: black;">There is no John beside the cruel wood;
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<span style="color: black;">I am alone to kiss the silver lips;
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<span style="color: black;">I rend my clothing for the temple veil;</span></div>
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My heart’s black night must act the sun’s eclipse;
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<span style="color: black;">My groans must play the earthquake, till I quail
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<span style="color: black;">At my own dark imagining; and now
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<span style="color: black;">The wind is bitterer; the air breeds snow;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I put my Christ away; I turn my brow
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<span style="color: black;">Towards the south steadfastly; my feet must go
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<span style="color: black;">Some journey of despair. I dare not turn
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<span style="color: black;">To meet the sun; I will not follow him:
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<span style="color: black;">Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn,
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<span style="color: black;">And days are hazed with heat, and nights are dim
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<span style="color: black;">With some malarial poison. Better lie
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<span style="color: black;">Far and forgotten on some desert isle,
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<span style="color: black;">Where I may watch the silent ships go by,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And let them share my burden for a while.
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<span style="color: black;">Let me pass out beyond the city gate
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<span style="color: black;">Where I may wander by the water still,
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<span style="color: black;">And see the faint few stars immaculate
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<span style="color: black;">Watch their own beauty in its depth, and chill
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<span style="color: black;">Their own desire within its icy stream.
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<span style="color: black;">Let me move on with vacant eyes, as one
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<span style="color: black;">Lost in the labyrinth of some ill dream,
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<span style="color: black;">Move and move on, and never see the sun
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<span style="color: black;">Lap all the mist with orange and red gold,
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<span style="color: black;">Throw some lank windmill into iron shade,
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<span style="color: black;">And stir the chill canal with manifold
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<span style="color: black;">Rays of clear morning; never grow afraid
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<span style="color: black;">When he dips down beyond the far flat land,
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<span style="color: black;">Know never more the day and night apart,
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<span style="color: black;">Know not where frost has laid his iron hand
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<span style="color: black;">Save only that it fastens on my heart;
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<span style="color: black;">Save only that it grips with icy fire
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<span style="color: black;">These veins no fire of hell could satiate;
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<span style="color: black;">Save only that it quenches this desire.
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<span style="color: black;">Let me pass out beyond the city gate.
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<span style="color: black;">[The Goad. Amsterdam. 23rd December 1897. ‘Songs of the Spirit’]
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<span style="color: black;">S</span><span style="color: black;">ome days later, on New Year’s Eve [Friday 31st December 1897] Crowley had returned from Amsterdam and made arrangements to meet Pollitt in Birmingham and they would stay at the Queen’s Hotel. After dinner they retired to their rooms and talked from around 11-12 p.m. Crowley was tired, no doubt from travelling and went to bed and just before midnight, we find Crowley being admitted to the ‘permanent office of the Order of the Temple’ [The Equinox of the Gods. P. 111], in other words, Pollitt seduced him for the first time.
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<span style="color: black;">‘...my animal nature stood rebuked and kept silent in the presence of the immanent divinity of the Holy Ghost; omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent, yet blossoming in my soul as if the entire forces of the universe from all eternity were concentrated and made manifest in a single rose’. [Confessions. P. 124] From Crowley’s poetic language we can see that he looked upon the intimacy as a sort of spiritual awakening and that the ‘trance of sorrow’ was at an end. Crowley had found his silver Christ in the golden-haired, sad eyed face of Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then came the great awakening. Curious to say, it was toward the hour of midnight on the last day of the year when the old slinks away from the new, that he happened to be riding alone, wrapped in the dark cloak of unutterable thoughts. A distant bell chimed the last quarter of the dying year, and the snow which lay fine and crisp on the roadway was being caught up here and there by the puffs of sharp frosty wind that came snake-like through the hedges and the trees, whirling it on spectre-like in the chill and silver moonlight. But dark were his thoughts, for the world had failed him. Freedom had he sought, but not the freedom that he had gained. Blood seemed to ooze from his eyelids and trickle down, drop by drop, upon the white snow, writing on its pure surface the name of Christ. Great bats flitted by him, and vultures whose bald heads were clotted with rotten blood. ‘’Ah! the world, the world... the failure of the world’’. And then an amber light surged round him, the fearful tapestry of torturing thought was rent asunder, the voices of many angels sang to him. ‘’Master! Master!’’ he cried, ‘’I have found Thee... O silver Christ...’’
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<span style="color: black;">Then all was Nothingness... nothing... nothing... nothing; and madly his horse carried him into the night.
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<span style="color: black;">Thus he set out on his mystic quest towards that goal which he had seen, and which seemed so near, and yet, as we shall learn, proved to be so far away’.
</span><span style="color: black;">[The Temple of Solomon the king. J.F.C.Fuller. 1909. The Equinox. Vol I. No 2]
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<span style="color: black;">It was almost one year previous to this important event that Crowley had his ‘Stockholm Revelation’ at approximately midnight on New Year’s Eve [Thursday 31st December] 1896 in which he ‘was admitted to the Military Order of the Temple’ [The Equinox of the Gods. P.111] and was ‘awakened to the knowledge that I possessed a magical means of becoming conscious of and satisfying a part of my nature which had up to that moment concealed itself from me. It was an experience of horror and pain, combined with a certain ghostly terror, yet at the same time it was the key to the purest and holiest spiritual ecstasy that exists’. [Confessions. P.124]
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<span style="color: black;">From this rather ambiguous passage we can gather that Crowley became aware of certain feelings within himself and that an encounter made him fully conscious of his bisexual character and his dual masculine and feminine nature. In fact, Crowley states in his often overlooked masterpiece ‘Not the life and adventures of Sir Roger Bloxam. A Novellisim’, [1916-1917] that he was skating in Sweden and knowing no-one there except the British minister and his wife, he soon began to tire of skating when he had a fall and was assisted to his feet by a Scotsman whom he names as James L. Dickson in the novellisim; this may or may not be his actual name, either way, they became acquainted and talked and ‘that night [Tuesday 29th December 1896] he dined with Sir Roger [Crowley]; the next night [Wednesday 30th December] Sir Roger dined with him; on New Year’s Eve [Thursday 31st December] he dined with Sir Roger again, and almost on the very stroke of the bell of St. Somebody’s Cathedral that rang the Old Year out – I don’t remember my Swedish Saints – he obtained the desired introduction to Porphyria Poppoea [Crowley’s anus, - from Chapter twenty-one, Roger Bloxam.]
I believe the Scottish ‘gentleman’ may have had sadistic tendencies for in the opening of the next chapter we read: ‘Porphyria Poppoea was perhaps a trifle sore at the rudeness of the Scotsman’. This may have awakened Crowley’s leanings towards masochism.
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<span style="color: black;">We also find in Crowley’s ‘White Stains’ of 1898 a curious little poem simply titled:
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<span style="color: black;">To J.L.D.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">At last, so long desired, so long delayed,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The step is taken, and the threshold past;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I am within the palace I have prayed
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">At last.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Like scudding winds, when skies are overcast,
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<span style="color: black;">Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade.
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<span style="color: black;">O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast,
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<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid,
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At last.
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<span style="color: black;">The encounter with James L Dickson [J.L.D.] is obviously an important event both sexually and spiritually in Crowley’s life.
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<span style="color: black;">We also read that a few nights later Sir Roger encounters a Swedish soldier whom he calls ‘Count Svendstrom’. The soldier picks Crowley up and at 11 p.m. seduces the young Crowley. On the following day we are told that he meets a number of other soldier officers and after lunch indulges in sexual exploits, taking on the ‘Household Cavalry’. I don’t think this is too far from the truth! [Roger Bloxam. Chapter twenty-two]
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<span style="color: black;">What time for language, when our kisses flow
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<span style="color: black;">Eloquent, warm, as words are cold and weak?-
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<span style="color: black;">Or now – Ah! sweetheart , even were it so
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<span style="color: black;">We could not speak!
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<span style="color: black;">[At Stockholm. White Stains. 1898]
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<span style="color: black;">On his return journey he stops off at Copenhagen in January of 1897 and there writes the poem ‘Astray in her paths’.
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<span style="color: black;">It’s strange but Crowley’s description of Pollitt appears rather cold and detached, writing in his Confessions that he was ‘rather plain than otherwise. His face was made tragic by the terrible hunger of the eyes and the bitter sadness of the mouth. He possessed one physical beauty – his hair. This was very plentiful and he wore it rather long. It was what is called a shock. But its colour was pale gold, like spring sunshine, and its texture of the finest gossamer. The relation between us was that ideal intimacy which the Greeks considered the greatest glory of manhood and the most precious prize of life’. [p.142] from reading this we are in no doubt as to the nature of the relationship for Crowley made it quite clear: ‘I lived with Pollitt as his wife for some six months and he made a poet out of me’. [Perdurabo by Richard Kaczynski. P.40] Crowley preferred the passive, feminine role during sexual intimacy. This can be seen in the Paris Working of 1914/15 with his magical assistant Victor Neuburg and he also admired the beautiful, strong woman who could dominate him sexually as he was somewhat drawn to masochistic tendencies.
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<span style="color: black;">Pollitt mixed in decadent, artistic circles and introduced Crowley to the works of Whistler and Beardsley. Crowley was probably being polite for the sake of his friendship with Pollitt, taking an interest in his passions and activities. Crowley had other things on his mind, such as his spiritual growth and his enquiring scientific mind would not stand still, and it would be these differences between them that would terminate the relationship.
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<span style="color: black;">‘My feelings for him [Pollitt] was an intensely pure flame of admiration mingled with infinite pity for his spiritual disenchantment. It was infinite because it could not even imagine a goal and dwelt wholly amid eternal things’. [Confessions. P.143]
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<span style="color: black;">‘To him I was a mind – no more. He never manifested the slightest interest in any of my occupations. He had no sympathy with any of my ambitions, not even my poetry, except in a very peculiar way, which I have never thoroughly understood. He showed an instinctive distrust of my religious aspirations, because he realized that sooner or later they would take me out of his reach. 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’. [Confessions. P.143]
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<span style="color: black;">It is plain to see that Crowley craved recognition for his achievements, especially from someone he loved and admired, but their paths were taking different courses and it is understandable that Crowley could not be content and contained by mere love alone, he was too immense a mind to subject himself to that sacrifice of the soul, no matter how strong that love, in the end it would be destructive.
‘My friendship with Pollitt in no way interfered with the current of my life. I went on reading, writing, climbing, skating, cycling and intriguing, as if I had never met him’. [Confessions. P.143]
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<span style="color: black;">By January 1898 Crowley was moving into new rooms at 14 Trinity Street, Cambridge and Pollitt would often be ‘at home with the poet’. John Symonds gives us a description of Crowley and his elegant rooms at Trinity: ‘he had taken to wearing pure silk shirts and great floppy bow-knotted ties; on his fingers were rings of semi-precious stones. An atmosphere of luxury, studiousness and harsh effort pervaded his rooms at Cambridge. Books covered the walls to the ceiling and filled four revolving walnut bookcases. They were largely on science and philosophy, with a modest collection of Greek and Latin classics, and a sprinkling of French and Russian novels. On one shelf shone the black and gold of The Arabian Nights of Richard Burton; below was the flat canvas and square label of the Kelmscott Chaucer. Valuable first editions of the British poets stood beside extravagantly bound volumes issued by Isidor Liseux. Over the door hung an ice-axe with worn-down spike and ragged shaft, and in the corner was a canvas bag containing a salmon rod. Leaded Staunton chessmen were in their mahogany box upon a card-table scattered with poker chips.’[Confessions. P.15]. We must not forget that Crowley came into his inheritance (of which he was really not prepared for) upon reaching the age of twenty-one [Monday 12th October 1896] and figures often quoted are forty to fifty thousand pounds which was a huge amount at the time, and it may even have been a larger figure than this!
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley yet again tells us of Pollitt, that ‘He was in residence during the Easter term of 1898 and we saw each other almost every day. In the vacation he accompanied me to Wastdale Head and used to walk with me over the fells, though I could never persuade him to do any rock climbing’. [Confessions. P. 148]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley was a natural climber and in the summer vacations of 1896 and 1897 he was climbing in the Alps, (also the summer of 1895 before his matriculation to Trinity College in October was spent climbing in the Alps). [4]
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<span style="color: black;">At Wasdale Crowley was reading Karl Von Eckartshousen’s [1752-1813] ‘The Cloud Upon the Sanctuary’ [1896] and the distance between Pollitt and Crowley was widening. [5]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">When Crowley went down from Cambridge in the summer of 1898 after choosing not to take his degree, he decided to go to The Bear Hotel in Maidenhead where he would work on his poem ‘Jezebel’. But somehow Pollitt found out where he was staying and went after him. Crowley was not pleased by the interruption and so it would have been inevitable that Pollitt caused a scene. [6] It was here that Crowley ended the friendship with Pollitt, saying ‘I told him frankly and firmly that I had given my life to religion and that he did not fit into the scheme’. [Confessions. P.149] Crowley here is sacrificing the greatest love of his life for spiritual fulfilment, a noble act and a selfish act –
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<span style="color: black;">‘It has been my lifelong regret, for a nobler and purer comradeship never existed on this earth’. [Confessions. P. 149]
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley records some of the events of his time with Pollitt in his ‘Roger Bloxam’: ‘Pray, think not so ill of my Porphyria Poppoea; for in all her loves she had one love, and that for all her life. He was a man with golden hair [Pollitt] so fine and pale, yet, glowing, that one thought of sun-rays incarnate in gossamer; and his face was like the harvest moon. He came up to his University every year; and there he met Sir Roger Bloxam [Crowley] at a club called the Knights of the Round Table. I must not tell his name: besides, would it sound sweet in your ears also? When he divined the presence of Porphyria Poppoea, he fell instant in love with her, and dared not speak, because he feared to offend Sir Roger Bloxam! ‘Twas in a week of revelry, and this man played and danced for a dramatic club. Will god not give me a name for him? Some name of angel strength and sweetness? Surely Porphyria yearned for him as Phoedra for Hippolytus – Let that, then, serve! Well, the week parted and we did not see Sir Roger again. But when he left, he left a book, the ‘Legendes des Sexes of Edouard d’ Haraucourt’, the Sieur de Chamblay [7], and in it he wrote five words. These words mean nothing: a chess-player might have used them in the beginning to enumerate his pieces; but when Sir Roger Bloxam read them, Porphyria Poppoea divined that Hippolytus [Pollitt] loved her. She was a nymph of excellent modesty, and impudence unmatched – o paradox sublime of God’s invention! She lusted nobly for all love, and gave herself utterly and shamelessly; yet, despite herself, she acted in true Panic fear at the approach of her God. Thus, urgently desiring Sir Roger to take her to the Lake where Hippolytus had his palace, she forced the good Knight to fly with her to Amsterdam; thence only she dictated letters so fiercely burning that her whole soul was lost in them. Safe, she became bold. Yet, by his letters, mocking and provoking, yet eager as hers, he drew her to him. Oh but she must turn to him Heliotrope! Thus she came back to England. And Sir Roger must perforce meet Hippolytus at the Queen Hotel in Birmingham.’’What a place for a romance! You jest!’’ oh love knows not of time and space – Always the time and place and the loved one all together! Sir Roger registered in the hotel book: at that moment Hippolytus walked in. ‘’Hullo, monkey tricks!’’ cried he; and Porphyria Poppoea’s soul went into shuddering blackness; for in his manner was no hint of all he had written. She was not loved! And after dinner he sat talking in his room with Sir Roger – endlessly! It was the last day of the Old Year – the last hour – Heaven and Hell in her heart. Sir Roger went to bed early, thank the Gods. And she – she could not sleep. But ere the midnight car of Helius crossed the nadir Hippolytus had come into the room where she was, and possessed her’. [Not the life and adventures of Sir Roger Bloxam. Chapter twenty-nine. P. 30-31]
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<span style="color: black;">Also during that summer of 1898 Crowley went climbing in Zermat, Switzerland and he met Oscar Eckenstein [1859-1921] the rock climber and mountaineer who was to be a great influence upon Crowley [8] Also during this vacation he met the chemist Julian l. Baker and another chemist named George Cecil Jones [9] Crowley had a slight illness and on returning to London visited his Doctor and took a room at the Hotel Cecil where he wrote poetry and read some literature on the occult. He wrote the poem ‘Jephthah’ and most of the poems from that collection.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley is also thinking of Pollitt in 1898 after his November initiation into the Golden Dawn [10], and he writes these two cruel sonnets: [11]
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<span style="color: black;">Sonnets (1)
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<span style="color: black;">To the author of the phrase: ‘I am not a
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<span style="color: black;">Gentleman and I have no friends’.
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<span style="color: black;">I
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<span style="color: black;">Self-damned, the leprous moisture of thy veins
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<span style="color: black;">Sickens the sunshine, and thine haggard eyes,
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<span style="color: black;">Bleared with their own corrupting infamies,
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<span style="color: black;">Glare through the charnel-house of earthly pains.
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<span style="color: black;">Horrible as already in hell. There reigns
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<span style="color: black;">The terror of the knowledge of the lies
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That mock thee, thy death’s double destinies
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<span style="color: black;">Clutch at the throat that sobs, and chokes, and strains.
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<span style="color: black;">Self-damned on earth, live out thy tortured days,
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<span style="color: black;">That men may look upon thy face, and see
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<span style="color: black;">How vile a thing of woman born may be.
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<span style="color: black;">Then, we are done with thee, go, go thy ways
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<span style="color: black;">To other hells, thou damned of God hereafter,
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<span style="color: black;">‘Mid men’s contempt and hate and pitiless laughter.
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<span style="color: black;">II
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<span style="color: black;">Lust, impotence, and knowledge of thy soul,
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<span style="color: black;">And that foreknowledge, fill the fiery lake
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<span style="color: black;">Of lava where thy lazar corpse shall break
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The burning surface to seek out a goal
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">More horrible, unspeakable. The scroll
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<span style="color: black;">Opens, and coward, liar, monster shake
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<span style="color: black;">Those other names of goat and swine and snake
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<span style="color: black;">Where with hell’s worms caress thee and control.
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<span style="color: black;">Nay, but alone, intolerably alone,
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<span style="color: black;">Alone, as here, thy carrion soul shall swelter,
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<span style="color: black;">Yearning in vain for sleep, or death, or shelter;
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<span style="color: black;">No release possible, no respite known!
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<span style="color: black;">Self-damned, without a friend, thy eternal place
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<span style="color: black;">Sweats through the painting of thy harlot’s face.
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<span style="color: black;"><em>At the hour of the eclipse,
Wednesday, Dec. 28.
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<span style="color: black;"><em></em></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><em>1. The virulence of these sonnets is excusable when it is known that their aim was to destroy the influence in Cambridge of a man who headed in that University a movement parallel to that which at Oxford was associated with the name of Oscar Wilde. They had their effect.</em>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The sonnets were included in the first volume of Crowley’s collected works and were probably written just after midnight on the occurrence of the total lunar eclipse which happened between Tuesday 27th and Wednesday 28th December 1898. The break-up between them which took place a few months previously is still very fresh on Crowley’s mind.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Even two years later, on New Year’s Eve [Sunday 31st December 1899] Crowley is still under the spell of Pollitt and between the hours of 10 and 11 p.m. he does a magical operation ‘to destroy the shell, i.e. to exorcise my Qliphoth [base emotions] about P_______ [Pollitt] and so either to cure or kill, as alive or dead respectively’. [From records kept between November 1898 and New Year’s Day 1899]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In Crowley’s ‘The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz’ [Bagh-I-Muattar] of 1910 in the introductory essay by the Reverend P D Carey [Crowley] the poet cannot help but drift into a lament for the loss of his great love – Pollitt!
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<span style="color: black;">‘shall I find you, sweet acolyte of Salmacis or of
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<span style="color: black;">Terpsichore, of Bacchus or sabrina? Will it be you on
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<span style="color: black;">yonder bank of yellow moss by the sunspangled rivulet
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<span style="color: black;">that tumbles noisily from the throne of God? Will it be
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<span style="color: black;">you with your fine golden hair like spiders’ webs in the
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<span style="color: black;">sun, changed to an aureole, and your seductive face still
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<span style="color: black;">as ever the incarnation of one single never-ending scarlet
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<span style="color: black;">kiss? Will yours be the long pale hands to mould my
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<span style="color: black;">body to your liking; and yours the faithful, the unfailing
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<span style="color: black;">m</span><span style="color: black;">ember that never said me nay?
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Oh come to me there, darling! Lean upon the golden
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<span style="color: black;">Rampart, and watch for me to come! Be first to meet me,
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<span style="color: black;">Sweetheart! Forgive me for all the wrong I did you here.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I will try and be a good wife to you, darling, if you will
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Give me one more chance to hold your love. I had heaven
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In your kisses, and I went to seek it in the cloister.
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">I loved you always; it was but a boy’s folly; forgive me!
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<span style="color: black;">I may never cling to you on earth again: pray God that
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Heaven may be one long, long life of such bliss as we
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<span style="color: black;">Had of one another long ago by yon slow stream on
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<span style="color: black;">Whose banks I have wandered (many a time since)
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<span style="color: black;">Crying like a lost soul concerning you in the words
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<span style="color: black;">Of Milton lamenting his beauteous-buttocked Lycidas
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">“Oh! Who hath reft my dearest pledge?” Alas! Neither
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fate nor God could I accuse: the dread hollow voice of
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<span style="color: black;">My own stricken soul answered me “Thine own folly,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thou miserable of the fortunate of the sons of men!”
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ah! but I beat my breast – in vain – in vain!
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Ay! The joy we had of each other under those
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<span style="color: black;">Blue-grey hills! Do you remember the day of the
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<span style="color: black;">Storm, when we huddled under the rocks, and lit a
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<span style="color: black;">Fire of bracken and pine twigs? How you stripped me
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<span style="color: black;">By force – for I was afraid, and jealous, and
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<span style="color: black;">Coquettish – and took your pleasure of me, thrice in
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<span style="color: black;">The one delirious hour? By the memory of that cave,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">I conjure</span> you, be first to meet me in the Elysian fields!’
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black;">[An essay by the reverend P.D.Carey (Crowley). </span><span style="color: black;">The Scented Garden of Abdullah]
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">In a later poem called ‘The Riddle’ included in Crowley’s ‘The Scented Garden of Abdullah’ (the Bagh-i-Muattar) of 1910, Pollitt’s name is spelt out from the first letter of each line:
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">‘Habib hath heard; let all Iran
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<span style="color: black;">who spell aright from A to Z
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<span style="color: black;">Exalt thy fame and understand
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">with whom I made a marriage-bed;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Resort to tool-and-podex play
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">till all the world in tears is shed
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Before the sword of Azrael,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">the trump of Israfel the dread,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Exalt, exalt our love at last
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">among the living and the dead,
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<span style="color: black;">Resort to love, and press its purple
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">calix with His purple head,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Till fall the pearls with rubies strong,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">the dews upon the dawn that bled.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Crimson, o lover, was our love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">and crimson streams the sunset past;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Hyacinthine glows the vault of night,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">the Future certain, sure to last.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Accept the gold of noon that pours
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">its white-hot flood, its radiant blast!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Rampant within thy podex take</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
this member, stiffer than a mast.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lively as love itself, supreme
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">in pride stupendous in the vast!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Even the present gold and white,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">the moment ever fleeting fast,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Surrendered never! this delight
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">the Venus-throw hath surely cast.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Jehannum shall exclaim ‘Habib!’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">and light inform its murky fire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Entrancing all the ghouls to love,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">waking the Shaitans to desire!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rejoicing souls in Paradise
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">shall spurn the Hur al Ayn with ire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Opening their lips in pangs of woe,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">offering their souls in pawn to hire!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Men from the utmost desert lands
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">shall spur their steeds through sand and mire,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Even to look upon the face
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">immortal from this lewdly lyre.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Perfect, Habib, my magic song;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">perfect our loves for ever are:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Olibanum and ambergris,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">nargis and rose of the ‘attar,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lily and lilac, thus they rise
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">in fragrance to the morning star.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Light springs and liberty is fair –
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">o break the intoxicating jar!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It is enough that thou art Near,
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<span style="color: black;">the shamer of the foolish Far
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<span style="color: black;">To glut thy jasmine podex on
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<span style="color: black;">the member of thine El Qahar;
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<span style="color: black;">To glut thine almond member in
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<span style="color: black;">the podex of thine El Qahar.’
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<span style="color: black;">And in the following poem XLII ‘Bagh-I-Muattar’ Crowley does the same with his own name spelt out at the beginning of each line, but from bottom to top.
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<span style="color: black;">We tend to view Crowley like some colossus, confident with an air of mystery surrounding him, but we must remember that Crowley was in his early twenties when he first met Pollitt, and he had not yet made a name for himself in the world and was fresh from the stifled atmosphere of the Plymouth Brethren. He was a young man, naive in many ways but a man of strong passions and deep intellect. He excelled at chess, poetry and mountaineering but found it difficult to apply himself whole-heartedly to a subject, until of course he discovered the occult. In later life he was a man who raged against the church and authority and conducted his own way through life in accordance to his will, but as a young man he was prone to solitude in some romantic sense of isolation with a deep admiration for Shelley
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<span style="color: black;">Of man’s delight and man’s desire
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<span style="color: black;">In one thing is now weariness –
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<span style="color: black;">To feel the fury of the fire,
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<span style="color: black;">And writhe within the close caress
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<span style="color: black;">Of fierce embrace, and wanton kiss,
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<span style="color: black;">And final nuptial done aright,
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<span style="color: black;">How sweet a passion, shame, is this,
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<span style="color: black;">A strong man’s love is my delight!
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<span style="color: black;">[White Stains. 1898]
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<span style="color: black;">The late eighteen-nineties are a fascinating period in Crowley’s life and a time of much spiritual growth, yet the one true light in his life at the time was Jerome, of whom he admired with such passion and tenderness that he called their intimacy a ‘marriage’. The loss of this light in his life can be seen as a major factor in all his future relationships, for he was always searching for a man like Pollitt – ‘shortly after his arrival in New York, Crowley recorded in his diary his hope of attracting to himself a man like Jerome Pollitt, the love of his Cambridge youth.’ [Do What Thou Wilt: a life of Aleister Crowley. Laurence Sutin. 2000. P. 245]. Sadly, Crowley would never again find such a being as Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt!
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<span style="color: black;">Notes:
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<span style="color: black;">1. Crowley’s address at this time [1895-1897] was 16 St John’s Street, Cambridge. Crowley also lived or spent time at the following addresses:
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<span style="color: black;">1875. 30 Clarendon Square, Leamington, Warwickshire.
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<span style="color: black;">11th June 1881. The Crowley family move to The Grange, Redhill, Surrey.
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<span style="color: black;">1883. White Rock School (also known as 'Habershon's Prep School'), 10 Pevensey Road,
St Leonards on Sea.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">1885</span>. Ebor School, 51 Bateman Street, Cambridge.
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<span style="color: black;">1886. The Crowley family move to Glenburnie House, 27 Hill Lane, Southampton.
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<span style="color: black;">1887. Thistle Grove (now Drayton Gardens), Brompton, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1889 (approximately). Polworth Road, London, SW16.
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<span style="color: black;">1891-92. (Middle Term). Crowley attends Malvern College, Worcester for three terms.
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<span style="color: black;">Summer 1892. Sligachan Inn, Skye.
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<span style="color: black;">1892. Crowley attends Tonbridge School, Kent, for Lent, Summer and Christmas terms.
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<span style="color: black;">Jan-July 1894. Crowley attends Eastbourne College, East Sussex.
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<span style="color: black;">Oct 1895. 16 St John's Street, Cambridge, as an undergraduate.
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<span style="color: black;">31st December 1897. Queen’s Hotel, Birmingham, Warwickshire.
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<span style="color: black;">1897-98. 35 Sidney Street, Cambridge.
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<span style="color: black;">Jan 1898. 14 Trinity Street, Cambridge.
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<span style="color: black;">May 1898. 37 Trinity Street, Cambridge.
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<span style="color: black;">1898. The Bear Hotel, Maidenhead, Berkshire.
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<span style="color: black;">1898. Hotel Cecil, The Strand, Piccadilly.
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<span style="color: black;">18th November 1898. 6 p.m. Initiated into the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn as a Neophyte at the Isis-Urania Temple, Mark Mason's Hall, Great Queen's Street, London.
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<span style="color: black;">Late 1898. 67 & 69 Chancery Lane, London.
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<span style="color: black;">Nov 1899. Boleskine House, Inverness, Scotland.
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<span style="color: black;">July 1900. Rented part of a house in Mexico overlooking the Alameda.
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<span style="color: black;">1900. Hotel Iturbide, Mexico.
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<span style="color: black;">22nd February 1901. Hotel Cosmopolita, Guadalajara, Mexico.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">8th March 1902. Hotel de Paris, Benares.
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<span style="color: black;">14th March 1904. Rented a ground floor flat of a corner house in Cairo near the Boulak Museum.
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<span style="color: black;">17th Sept & 9th Oct 1906. Ashdown Park Hotel, Coulsdon, Surrey.
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<span style="color: black;">1907. 21 Warwick Road, Earls Court, London.
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<span style="color: black;">24th March 1907. 60 Jermyn Street, Piccadilly, London.
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<span style="color: black;">3rd July 1907. Hotel Bristol, Gibraltar.
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<span style="color: black;">6th July 1907. Hotel Continental, Tangier.
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<span style="color: black;">12th Sept 1907. Hotel Sandwich, Guilford.
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<span style="color: black;">Jan 1908. Hotel de Blois, 50 Rue Vavin, Paris, France.
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<span style="color: black;">20th Nov 1909. Hotel de L'Oasis, Tablat, Algeria.
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<span style="color: black;">21st Nov 1909. Hotel Roussea, Bir-Rabalou (now Bir-Ghabalou) Algeria.
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<span style="color: black;">22nd Nov 1909. Hotel Grossat, Aumale (now Sour El Ghozlane) Algeria.
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<span style="color: black;">24th Nov 1909. Hotel des Messageries, Sidi-Aissa, Algeria.
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<span style="color: black;">1910. 124 Victoria Street, London.
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<span style="color: black;">May 1910. Rempstone Manor, Dorset, the home of Commander Guy Marston where Crowley performed the Evocation of Bartzabel, the spirit of Mars, on 9th May.
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<span style="color: black;">Summer 1911. Hotel <span style="color: black;">de Blois</span>, 50 Rue Vavin, Paris, France.
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<span style="color: black;">21st Nov 1911. National Hotel, Zurich, Switzerland.
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<span style="color: black;">1911. Palace Hotel, St Moritz, Switzerland.
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<span style="color: black;">1911. Vanne Rouge Inn, Montigny, on the bank of the Loing, France.
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<span style="color: black;">1912. 33 Avenue Studios, Fulham, London.
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<span style="color: black;">Dec 1914. 40, West 36th Street, New York, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">23rd June 1916. Four months spent at the home of Evangeline Adams - The Adams Cottage, lake Pasquaney, near Bristol, New Hampshire, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">1917. 110 Street, Central Park West, Manhattan, New York, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">Oct 1917. Studio on West 9th Street, New York, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">1918. 1 University Place, Washington, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">Summer 1918. Camp on Esopus Island in the Hudson River, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">1918. 63 Washington Square South, New York, U.S.A. [6 months]
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<span style="color: black;">Nov 1919. 57 Grand River Avenue, West Detroit, Michigan, U.S.A.
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<span style="color: black;">Dec 1919. At the home of his aunt at 505 Eton Lodge, Outram Road, Croydon. [until Jan 1920]
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<span style="color: black;">2nd April 1920. At the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu, until his expulsion in April 1922.
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<span style="color: black;">Feb 1922. Au Cadran Bleu (Inn), Fontainebleu, France.
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<span style="color: black;">1922. 31 Wellington Street, Chelsea, London.
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<span style="color: black;">11th May 1923. Hotel Eymon, Tunis.
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<span style="color: black;">May 1923. Au Souffle du Zephir Hotel, Marsa, Tunisia.
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<span style="color: black;">25th July 1923. Tunisia Palace Hotel, Tunisia.
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<span style="color: black;">Autumn 1923. Hotel du Djerid, Nefta, Tunisia.
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<span style="color: black;">May 1924. Au Cadran Bleu (Inn), Chelles-Sur-Marne, Paris, France.
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<span style="color: black;">1926-27. 55 Avenue de Suffren, Paris, France.
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<span style="color: black;">June-1st Aug 1930. 89 Park Mansions, Knightsbridge, London.
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<span style="color: black;">July 1932. 27 Albermarle Street, Mayfair, London.
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<span style="color: black;">26th Sept 1932. 20 Leicester Square, London.
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<span style="color: black;">July 1933. 40 Cumberland Terrace, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1936-37. Room 6, 56 Welbeck Street, London.
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<span style="color: black;">17th July 1937. Crowley stays at the home of Edward Noel FitzGerald at Camber Sands.
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<span style="color: black;">Aug 1937. 59 Great Ormond Street, London.
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<span style="color: black;">June 1938. 6 Hasker Street, London. [until Feb 1939]
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<span style="color: black;">1939. 20 Jermyn Street, Piccadilly, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1939. 24 Chester Terrace, London.
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<span style="color: black;">Sept 1939. 57 Petersham Road, Richmond, Surrey.
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<span style="color: black;">1940. The Gardens, Middle Warberry Road, Torquay.
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<span style="color: black;">12th Jan 1941. Grand Hotel, Torquay.
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<span style="color: black;">March 1941. Barton Brow, Great Hill Road, Torquay.
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<span style="color: black;">May 1941. 41 Isaacs Road, Barton, Torquay.
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<span style="color: black;">June 1941. Thames Hotel, Maidenhead, Berkshire.
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<span style="color: black;">21st Oct 1941. 10 Hanover Square, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1941-42. 14 Lassell Gardens, Maidenhead, Berkshire.
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<span style="color: black;">7th May 1942. 140 Hamilton House, Piccadilly, London.
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<span style="color: black;">1943. 93 Jermyn Street, Piccadilly, London.
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<span style="color: black;">April 1944. The Bell Inn, Aston Clinton, Buckinghamshire. [until Jan 1945]
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<span style="color: black;">Jan 1945. Room 13, Netherwood, The Ridge, Hastings, where he died on 1st Dec 1947.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Herbert Charles Pollitt was christened on Wednesday 23rd August 1871 at Saint George’s Church, Kendal, Westmorland.
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<span style="color: black;">3. Dr Charles George Lamb M. A. , BSc, A.M.I.E.E., of Clare College, Cambridge, born 1867, died 4th May 1941. Lamb was emeritus reader in electrical engineering in the University of Cambridge. He originally wanted to be a professional musician but the early death of his father made this impracticable. He studied at the University of London, attending courses in zoology but decided to study electrical engineering at the City and Guilds College, where as a student he helped test the first alternating current transformer in Great Britain. After his graduation (and an M.A. degree in physics) he went to Cambridge in 1891 to assist Sir Alfred Ewing in his researches on the magnetic properties of iron. That same year he was appointed University demonstrator in mechanism and applied mechanics, a post he held until he was appointed University Lecturer in electrical engineering in 1903, [from his obituary in ‘Nature’ 147, p702-703. June 7th 1941]. His books include: ‘Examples in Applied Electricity’ 1912; ‘Alternating Currents – a text book for students of engineering’. 1906; ‘Notes on Magnetism for the use of students of electrical engineering’ 1932. Lamb possibly had some interest in the paranormal because in January 1926 he took part in a seance at the Headquarters of the British Society for Psychical Research (BSPR) with the medium Willy Schneider. The seance was organised by the researcher Dr E. J. Dingwall (1890-1986) and in attendance along with Lamb was a professional magician named Douglas Dexter. The results of the seance are that some supernatural effects did indeed occur. So it is possible that on the night of 7th December 1897 Crowley and Lamb were discussing ‘occult’ matters and ideas on the nature of electricity to which Crowley would have become very animated and possibly even made some magical/mental experiment which caused some sort of trance state.
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<span style="color: black;">4. During his 1895 vacation in Switzerland Crowley climbed the Eiger, the Jungfraugoch, Monch, Jungfrau, Wetterlucke, Monchjoch, Beichgrat, Petersgrat and the Tschingelhorn.
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<span style="color: black;">5. Crowley stayed at the Wastwater Hotel (now The Wasdale Head Inn) from 14th March - 18th April 1898.
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<span style="color: black;">6. After they parted Crowley wrote Pollitt a letter of apology but he did not send it. They spoke on a few occasions until one day Pollitt saw Crowley walking down Bond Street, London. Crowley did not acknowledge Pollitt and swore he did not see him but they would never speak again.
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<span style="color: black;">7. Edmond Haroucourt [1856-1941]. French poet, novelist and composer who wrote ‘The Legend of the Sexes – hysterical and profane poems’ published 1882 under the pseudonym ‘Sir Chamblay’.
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<span style="color: black;">8. Eckenstein was the leader of the first 1902 attempt to climb K2 by the Northeast Ridge. Aleister Crowley was also a member of the expedition (see The Confessions for an account of the expedition).</span></div>
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9. Julian Levett Baker born Camberwell 1873, died 1958 aged 84, Maidenhead. Baker became a member [neophyte] of the Golden Dawn in 1894 taking the magical motto Frater D.A. he progressed to be an Adeptus Minor on 10th March 1896. George Cecil Jones born Croydon 1873, died 1953 (or 1960). Jones became a member [neophyte] of the Golden Dawn on 12th July 1895 taking the magical motto ‘Volo Noscere’ and he became an Adeptus Minor on 11th January 1897. Both men were an early influence on Crowley’s magical training, especially astral visions, and Jones introduced Crowley to the Golden Dawn.
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<span style="color: black;">10. Friday 18th November 1898 (6 p.m.). Crowley became a Neophyte [0=0]at the Isis-Urania Temple, Mark Mason’s Hall, Great Queen’s Street, London, in the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, taking the magical name ‘Perdurabo’ (I will endure unto the end). Crowley’s other grades are as follows: December 1898 Zelator [1=10], January 1899 Theoricus [2=9], February 1899 Practicus [3=8], May 1899 in Paris (where he met Mathers for the first time) Philosophus [4=7]; on Monday 15th January 1900 in Paris Crowley was admitted to the second order of the Golden Dawn and on the next day (Tuesday 16th January) he became an Adeptus Minor [5=6] a ‘Lord of the paths in the Portal of the Vault of the Adepts’ taking the magical motto ‘Christeos Luciftias’. After receiving Liber Al vel Legis (the Book of the Law) in Cairo on April 8th, 9th and 10th 1904 Crowley claimed the grade ofAdeptus Major [6=5] taking the motto ‘Ol Sonuf Vaoresagi’ (from the first call or key of the Enochian, meaning ‘I reign over ye’. In 1909 he became an Adeptus Exemptus [7=4], his motto ‘OU MH’; on Friday 3rd December 1909 Magister Templi [8=3], his motto V.V.V.V.V. (Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici – ‘By the force of truth, I, while living, have cinquered the universe’). 12th October (Crowley’s 40th birthday) 1915 Magus [9=2] taking the motto ‘To Mega Therion’ (The Great Beast) and in April/May 1921 aged 45, he became the Ipsissimus [10=1] at the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu, Sicily.
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<span style="color: black;">11. 1898 was also the year Crowley self-published his first major poem ‘Aceldama – a place to bury strangers in’. The ‘philosophical’ poem consists of 32 stanzas and appeared during the last term at Trinity [only 88 copies were printed]. The poem was quickly followed by other publications in 1898: ‘The Tale of Archais’, ‘Songs of the Spirit’, ‘The Poem’, ‘Mysteries: Lyrical and Dramatic’, and ‘Jephthah and Other Mysteries’; these last two were shown to the poet W. B. Yeats in the spring of 1899.
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">THE BIRTH OF PAN</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">This earth calamity;
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<span style="color: black;">This new-born man:
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<span style="color: black;">Short on form, long on reason...
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<span style="color: black;">At the coming of the Golden Dawn
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<span style="color: black;">Wood whisperings reveal: Great Pan is born!
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<span style="color: black;">Born into a world absorbed by war
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<span style="color: black;">Where darkness is thy maiden whore!
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<span style="color: black;">And at the fount of our man-god, take
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<span style="color: black;">This treacherous rot of globe and make
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<span style="color: black;">A Kingdom, wonderful with gold
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<span style="color: black;">And goat-god lust both brave and bold:
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<span style="color: black;">Awake! Masturbating man of old! </span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">This root of life;
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<span style="color: black;">This earthward bowel:
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<span style="color: black;">This token charmed from midnight foul!
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<span style="color: black;">Here, vomit up your history
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<span style="color: black;">To see the scum of Sodom pouring forth,
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<span style="color: black;">From the night to light this mystery;
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<span style="color: black;">Where loathsome is the flesh within
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<span style="color: black;">The sanctity of salvation's throne,
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<span style="color: black;">To reveal a great god, shook from dust;
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<span style="color: black;">His thighs thick with honey lust:
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<span style="color: black;">Mad, for the passion-bashed clitoris of fire
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<span style="color: black;">Where his seed shall flow and never tire
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<span style="color: black;">In the endless gash of mortal desire!</span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Frater Omnia Vincam (Victor Neuburg) and the Adeptus Exemptus </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">OU MH (Aleister Crowley) at Bou-Saada, Algeria, 1909 e.v.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">On Reading Victor Neuburg’s ‘Larkspur’</span>
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An apology, my friend
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<span style="color: black;">For gloom’d and grim, I finde
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<span style="color: black;">I am heartily inclin’d –
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<span style="color: black;">Yea! induced by God, with love
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<span style="color: black;">And deepe respect: I disapprove;
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<span style="color: black;">In fact, I find, I quite despise
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<span style="color: black;">Lyrics that could not higher rise,
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<span style="color: black;">Or reach the realms of Auroric Light!
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<span style="color: black;">Poet, I love thee, but thy dim verse is slight:
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<span style="color: black;">Dedication, prologue, epilogue, colophon –
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<span style="color: black;">Thy burden of ballads is fragile, spun!
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<span style="color: black;">Here, in the heart-space, I hath spied
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<span style="color: black;">Where thy stool of romance, awkward died;
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<span style="color: black;">Where substance crumbles, dry as stone;
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<span style="color: black;">Where garlands, gilded make thy throne!
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<span style="color: black;">Sweete muse, apace, forsaken thee:
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<span style="color: black;">Yellow moon – Bowpots – Trollie-Lollie!
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<span style="color: black;">Pan’s triumph sings the spirit – love was strong
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<span style="color: black;">When thy moonlit-magic ushered song
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<span style="color: black;">Raptures light upon thy brow... I fear
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<span style="color: black;">Thou art blinded; thy body pained ‘pon the bier
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<span style="color: black;">In sick lament I kiss thee, reclin’d –
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<span style="color: black;">Thy cold lips songless, death defin’d
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<span style="color: black;">The torture-passions of brain – no doubt
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<span style="color: black;">Thy flame ‘pon the sacred shrine is out!
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<span style="color: black;">Fell, the laurels, Keats once wore
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<span style="color: black;">With Virgil, awaits the eternal shore:
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<span style="color: black;">Larkwise soar poet! thy noble arte
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<span style="color: black;">Dies swift in song-groves of thy hearte!
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Olivia Vane</span></em></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">LIBER XXV</span> (1)
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">THE STAR RUBY</span></div>
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Facing East (2), in the centre, draw deep deep deep thy breath closing thy mouth with thy right forefinger prest against thy lower lip (3). Then dashing down the hand with a great sweep back and out, expelling forcibly thy breath, cry ΑΠΟ ΠΑΝΤΟΣ ΚΑΚΟΔΑΙΜΟΝΟΣ ["Depart from me all evil spirits"] (4).
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The Cross Qabalistic
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With the same forefinger touch thy forehead, and say ΣΟΙ ["To Thee"] (5), thy member, and say Ω ΦΑΛΛΕ ["O Phallus"] (6), thy right shoulder, and say ΙΣΧΥΡΟΣ ["the Power"] (7), thy left shoulder, and say ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΟΣ ["Thanksgiving"] (8); then clasp thine hands, locking the fingers, and cry ΙΑΩ (9).
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Advance to the East. Imagine (10) strongly a Pentagram, aright, in thy forehead. Drawing the hands to the eyes, fling it forth, making the sign of Horus and roar ΘΗΡΙΟΝ (11). Retire thine hand in the sign of Hoor-paar-Kraat.
Go round to the North and repeat; but say NUIT (12).
Go round to the West and repeat; but whisper BABALON (13).
Go round to the South and repeat; but bellow HADIT (14).</span><br />
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Completing the circle widdershins (15), retire to the centre and raise thy voice in the Paian, with these words ΙΩ ΠΑΝ (16), with the signs of N.O.X. (17)
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Extend the arms in the form of a Tau and say low but clear:
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<span style="color: black;">ΠΡΟ ΜΟΥ ΙΥΓΓΕΣ (18)
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<span style="color: black;">ΟΠΙΣΩ ΜΟΥ ΤΕΛΕΤΑΡΧΑΙ (19)
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<span style="color: black;">ΕΠΙ ΔΕΞΙΑ ΣΥΝΟΧΕΙΣ (20)
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<span style="color: black;">ΕΠΑΡΙΣΤΕΡΑ ΔΑΙΜΟΝΕΣ (21)
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<span style="color: black;">ΦΛΕΓΕΙ ΓΑΡ ΠΕΡΙ ΜΟΥ Ο ΑΣΤΗΡ ΤΩΝ ΠΕΝΤΕ
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<span style="color: black;">ΚΑΙ ΕΝ ΤΗΙ ΣΤΗΛΗΙ
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<span style="color: black;">Ω ΑΣΤΗΡ ΤΩΝ ΕΞ ΕΣΤΗΚΕ.
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Repeat the Cross Qabalistic, as above, [II], and end as thou didst begin [I].
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1. The Star Ruby is an official ritual of the A∴A∴ and it was first published by Crowley in a slightly different form in The Book of Lies [Liber CCCXXXIII], Chapter XXV in 1913 e.v. It was later published in a revised form in Magick in Theory and Practice in Appendix VI of Part III. XXV=25, 5 is the Pentagram and 25 is the square of 5. The Pentagram is red = Geburah, 5.
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<span style="color: black;">3. The sign of Hoor-par-Kraat (sign of silence).
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<span style="color: black;">4. Standing in the centre of the circle (Malkuth). APO PANTOS KAKODAIMONOS
APO = 151, PANTOS = 701, KAKO = 111, DAIMONOS = 445, total = 1408. [1408 = 2x704 or 4x352 or 8x176 or 11x128 or 16x88 or 22x64 or 32x44].
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<span style="color: black;">5. The Qabalistic Cross. SOI = 280 [Forehead= Kether, on the Middle Pillar]. 280 is the name of Sandalphon, the Archangel of Malkuth. It establishes the idea of Kether in Malkuth and Malkuth in Kether. 280 is also Sigma-Pi in Greek, like Samekh-Peh in Hebrew, the intersection of the paths on the Tree of Life, before the Veil of Paroketh. Also consider: 280 = 2x140 or 4x70 or 5x56 or 7x40 or 8x35 or 14x20 or 10x28.
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<span style="color: black;">6. O PhALLE = 1366. Phallus: Malkuth although mostly represented by Yesod on the Middle Pillar. 1366 = 2x283 (Prime numbers). ΦΑΛΛΟς = 831 (3x277) also πυραμίς [Pyramid].
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<span style="color: black;">7. ISChUROS = 1580. The right shoulder is Geburah, (the sphere of Jupiter) on the Pillar of Severity. 1580 = 20x79, [79= the two pillars].
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<span style="color: black;">8. EUChARISTOS = 1886. The left shoulder is Chesed on the pillar of Mercy. 1886 = 2x23x41 [23 = ChIH (Life) and 41 = AM (Mother)]. Also 2x943.
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<span style="color: black;">9. IAO = 811 (Prime number). 8 = HADIT and 11 = NUIT. The Heart is Tiphereth. See the Formula of IAO in Magick in Theory and Practice, Chapter V.
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<span style="color: black;">10. East (Boleskine). The Pentagrams are ‘imagined’ rather than drawn from the appropriate points as in the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, used in the Golden Dawn etc.
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<span style="color: black;">11. THERION (Greek for ‘Beast’) = 247. Chokmah – Chaos, the Logos, the Word. East. Hod. Taurus. Element: Earth. 247 = 19x13. [19 = Teth, the 19th path on the Tree of Life (Leo). Tarot: Strength (Lust) – Babalon and the Beast conjoined]. 19 is also ‘IT’ (spiritual semen) ΦΑΛΛΟς. I = the concealed Phallus and T = the extended Phallus. The Passive and the Active; Hoor-par-Kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khuit [Heru-Ra-Ha]. IT = 10+9 = 19 which is the Serpent – Leo/Fire. Strength. R.H.K. (Vishnu, Demeter, Venus) the lion, Sunflower, XI in the Tarot ‘Lust’. Letter ‘Teth’, ruled by the Sun (see The Book of Lies. A. Crowley). 13 = ACHAD, The Fool in the Tarot which is O. 13 = Love and Unity.
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<span style="color: black;">17. N.O.X. = 210. NOX is Night – The Night of Pan, the withdrawing force which counter-balances L.V.X. (Light). The signs of NOX can also be given in the quarters as opposed to the East (Boleskine) see Reguli e.g. North: Puella, South: Puer, East: Vir, West: Mulier and East (Boleskine) once more: Mater Triumphans. The signs of NOX are described in Crowley’s ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’, Appendix VI: Liber V vel Reguli.
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<span style="color: black;">18. The Magician is standing at the crossing point of Samech-Peh upon the Tree of Life.
PRO MOU YUNGES ["Before me the Iynges,"]
OPISO MOU TELETARChAI ["Behind me the Teletarches,"]
EPI DEXIA SUNOChEIS ["on my right hand the Synoches,"]
EPARISTERA DAIMONES ["on my left hand the Daemones,"]
PhLEGEI GAR PERI MOU O ASTΗR TON PENTE ["for about me flames the Star of Five,"]
KAI EN TΗI STΗLΗI O ASTΗR TON EX ESTΗKE. ["and in the Pillar stands the Star of Six."] ΙΥΓΓΕΣ = 621. Chokmah (The Wheel of Fortune, the Swastica – whirling motion).
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<span style="color: black;">19. ΤΕΛΕΤΑΡΧΑΙ = 1352 = 8 (the cube of 2) x 169 (the square of 13). 8 = Mercury (initiation). 13 = Unity and Love, also it is a reflection of 31 (Al and La etc).
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<span style="color: black;">20. ΣΥΝΟΧΕΙΣ = 1525. (On the right = the Pillar of Mercy). South. Netzach. 25x61 or 5x5x61 [61 = AIN – No-Thing].
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">ODE TO SATAN</span>
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His bones are black like dragons’ teeth
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<span style="color: black;">And he’ll make merry with your soul.
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<span style="color: black;">Beyond concept, form and time, to dwell
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<span style="color: black;">In the regions of your own imagined Hell.
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<span style="color: black;">Like mind-fire, he rises,
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<span style="color: black;">Silk instigator, his bulk shall sway,
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<span style="color: black;">Song-like, in timeless rhythms, to emerge
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<span style="color: black;">Urgent at his supper of souls, again.
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<span style="color: black;">No purity too high; no weakness too low;
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<span style="color: black;">He is mistrust in the heart of every lover
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<span style="color: black;">And anger wrestling in the down-trodden.
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<span style="color: black;">A name swift to lips – he’ll come
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<span style="color: black;">In sleep or silence, seducing:
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<span style="color: black;">‘S’ words – serpent, scratch, sugar, sun;
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<span style="color: black;">Slumber, sweet, shout, sex, sing,
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<span style="color: black;">Smoke, scream, sinister, snake, sin...
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<span style="color: black;">Of them all, Satan, upon the tongue,
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<span style="color: black;">Licked with a rush of air...
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<span style="color: black;">Shushed and shaped into Sss-a-tan:
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<span style="color: black;">Satan, I call thee to me, Satan,
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<span style="color: black;">Sensual flame and saviour, strong:
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<span style="color: black;">Satan, Satan, Satan, come!</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">ALEISTER CROWLEY’S FAMILY TREE</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Thomas Crowley 1713-1787 (Aleister's Great Great Grandfather) was a merchant living in London with his wife and seven children. He wrote many books and pamphlets on his Quaker faith. His son, Thomas Crowley 1753-1809 was a tanner and leather worker. He lived in London with his wife Elizabeth nee Driver and eight children who all belonged to the Quaker faith and Thomas became bankrupt in 1788. Three of Thomas's sons, Abraham 1795-1864, Charles Sedgefield 1798-1868 and Henry 1793-1857 married into the Curtis family of Alton in Hampshire. Abraham married Charlotte Curtis 1801-1892 in 1822; Charles Sedgefield married Emma Curtis 1804-1845 in 1838 (his second marriage, the first being to Marrion Morris), and Henry married Elizabeth Curtis 1806-1900 in 1845. The brothers founded a business partnership and bought the Turk Street Brewery in Alton on 28th August 1821. As the new brewery became established in Alton and Croydon, business flourished and so did the popularity of Crowley's Ales. The business was sold on 24th March 1877 to Harry Percy Burrell, whom Gertrude Crowley 1860-1925 would later marry in 1878. The business continued to trade as Crowley & Co until 1947.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;">Jonathan Sparrow Crowley (Aleister's Uncle) 1826-1888 married Agnes Pope 1826-1869 of Marylebone on 14th May 1853; they had the following children: Jonathan Edward Crowley 1854 (died in infancy), Agnes Crowley 1856-1916 and Claude Edmund Crowley 1866-1937. Jonathan Sparrow re-married after his first wife Agnes' death to his children’s' governess, Anne Heginbottom 1840-1921 of Coventry on 4th April 1872. Mary Elizabeth Crowley 1828-1880 (Aleister's Aunt) married Charles Ebeneezer Burgess 1833-1890 of Chelsea in 1869; they married in Leamington and remained there. Aleister's other Aunt Sarah Maria Crowley 1829-1856 married the widower John Thrupp 1817-1870 on 21st September 1854.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Aleister's father Edward Crowley 1830-1887 turned away from his Quaker up-bringing and became a Plymouth Brethren as did his wife Emily Bertha Bishop 1848-1917. Emily's father John Bishop 1793-1854 was a farmer and had three children from a previous marriage to Joannah (1794-1827): John Bishop 1821-1900; William Bishop 1822-1899 and Anne Bishop 1824-1890. Emily’s father John also married Elizabeth Cole 1808-1892 in 1837. Aleister’s second cousin Gregor Grant is often mentioned in biographies as they climbed together in their youth. This line of descent is from Elizabeth Cole’s brother, James Ferguson Cole 1798-1880, who married Charlotte Wyatt and they had the following children: Ada Martha 1838-1915, Jessie Kate Cole 1839-1885 and James Fergusson Cole 1842-1880. Jessie married George Gregor Grant 1839-1908 who was a clock maker born in Calcutta, India. He died in Bexley Heath, Kent. George and Jessie had a son named George Fergusson Gregor Grant 1869-1939, Aleister’s second cousin. Gregor was also born in Calcutta and he became a civil servant. He died in Tunbridge Wells, Kent. He married in 1899 in Wandsworth and had a son named Garrow Gregor Grant, born in London in 1900 who became a chartered architect. He died in Tunbridge Wells in 1973.
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<span style="color: black;">Aleister Crowley married Rose in 1903. Rose was previously married to Major Frederick Thomas Skerrett, R.A.M.C. 1859-1899 at Camberwell on 31st August 1897. Following Aleister and Rose's divorce, Rose married the Roman Catholic Dr Joseph Andrew Gormley 1849-1925 at Kensington in October 1912. Rose Edith Gormley died in London in 1932. Lola Zaza Crowley was born in 1907 and she married Frank Hill in Paddington on Saturday 9th June 1934. They had a child named Elizabeth Hill born in Paddington in 1935. Lola Hill died on Friday 9th March 1990 at Battle Hospital, Reading, Berkshire.</span> [correction note: Aleister Crowley's maternal grandmother Elizabeth Bishop nee Cole died 4th August 1896 in Wandsworth, not 1892 as stated and she was buried three days later on 7th August in Lambeth.]<br />
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<span style="color: black;">Other children by Aleister include Anne Lea Crowley known as Poupee; mother's name Leah Hirsig. The child was born on Thursday 26th January 1920 at the Abbey of Thelema, Cefalu and died on 14th October 1920, Cefalu. Also Astarte Lulu Panthea Crowley born in Cefalu on 26th November 1920 to Ninette Shumway 1895-1989. Astarte Crowley died in 2005 in the United States and she had four children, one of which is the talented musician Eric Muhler who is happily still with us today. There was also a son born named Randal Gair known as Aleister Attaturk Crowley born in Newcastle-on-Tyne on 2nd May 1937 and dying at Chalfont St Peter, Buckinghamshire on 20th</span><span style="color: black;"> November 2002. The mother to Randal was Deidre Patricia MacAlpine (nee Doherty), born 1915.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I am that I am, the flame
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<span style="color: black;">Hidden in the sacred ark.
I am the unspoken name
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<span style="color: black;">I the unbegotten spark.
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I am He that ever goeth,
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<span style="color: black;">Being in myself the Way;
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<span style="color: black;">Known, that yet no mortal knoweth,
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<span style="color: black;">Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth,
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<span style="color: black;">I, the child of night and day.
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I am never-dying youth.
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<span style="color: black;">I am Love, and I am Truth.
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<span style="color: black;">I am the creating Word,
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<span style="color: black;">I the author of the aeon;
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<span style="color: black;">None but I have ever heard
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<span style="color: black;">Echo in the empyrean
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<span style="color: black;">Plectron of the primal paean!
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<span style="color: black;">I am the eternal one
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<span style="color: black;">Winged and white, the flowering rod,
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<span style="color: black;">I the fountain of the sun,
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<span style="color: black;">Very God of very God!
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I am he that lifteth up
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<span style="color: black;">Life, and flingeth it afar;
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<span style="color: black;">I have filled the crystal cup;
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<span style="color: black;">I have sealed the silver star.
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<span style="color: black;">I the wingless God that flieth
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<span style="color: black;">Through my firmamental fane,
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<span style="color: black;">I am he that daily dieth,
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<span style="color: black;">And is daily born again.
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In the sea my father lieth,
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<span style="color: black;">Wept by waters, lost for ever
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<span style="color: black;">Where the waste of woe replieth:
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<span style="color: black;">“Naught and nowhere!” “Naught and never!”
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<span style="color: black;">I that serve as once he served,
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<span style="color: black;">I that shine as once he shone,
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<span style="color: black;">I must swerve as he has swerved,
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<span style="color: black;">I must go as he has gone.
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He begat me; in my season
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<span style="color: black;">I must such a son beget,
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<span style="color: black;">Suffer too the triple treason,
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<span style="color: black;">Setting as my father set.
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<span style="color: black;">These my witnesses and women –
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<span style="color: black;">These shall dare the dark again,
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<span style="color: black;">The remorseless realm of rain.
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Flowers and fruits I bring to bless you,
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<span style="color: black;">Cakes of corn, and wealth of wine;
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<span style="color: black;">With my crown will I caress you,
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<span style="color: black;">With my music make you mine.
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<span style="color: black;">Though I perish, I preserve you;
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<span style="color: black;">Through my fall, ye rise above:
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<span style="color: black;">Ruling you, your priest, I serve you,
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<span style="color: black;">from The Equinox volume I, number X. September 1913.]</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">THE MONOLOGUE OF LADY LO LO
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A HIDDEN SECT
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In the foothills of Tibet, in the Himalayan region known as the Zangbo Valley, there is a secluded monastery where devoted monks practice the art of a certain, obscure and unspoken branch of tantric sex. The monks, a splinter sect of Buddhists, worship the god of ‘One-Self’ and attempt to achieve the complete annihilation of the human element within the sacred acts of sex. The monks practice a series of ‘postures’ or ‘damilals’ and following the strict initiatory ceremony known as the ‘fujiku’, the devoted acolytes perfect their art in such care-free abandonment, invoking inner strength to achieve such sacred and distinguished ‘damilals’ such as the ‘Reversed Swan Feather’ in which the two participants are forbidden to touch any part of the others’ body, the only point of contact being the tips of the nose which must not disconnect and remains in ‘asanic’ beatitude with its ‘Sidak’ or ‘adored one’ for an indefinite period of time until it attains a spiritual release. Some of these damilals can go on for many years and for that matter the sidaks have constructed devices to enable the wearers to keep in contact through sleep for instance. The Reversed Swan Feather is therefore a ritual of restraint. In fact the monks are so dedicated in their pursuits and devotions that in a particular posture called the ‘Turned Mare’ the celebrants must have their arms broken in two places to perform the posture correctly and it would be nothing short of a great insult to attempt the posture minus the dislocated appendages!
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In many respects the monks seem to mirror my own tortured upbringing and spiritual development. I was brought-up in Ireland and as a young girl I attended the Boylan Springs School for Girls in County Wexford, a beautiful part of the country. The school was under the auspicious and sadistic leadership of Sister Monika, a monolith of Biblical proportions for we were Lilliputians under her tyrannical reign of terror! We called her Sister Dominatrix! I can remember as if it were only yesterday asking Sister O’Brien: ‘why do we have April showers and how does the sky know when it is April?’ to which she answered: ‘By the grace of God child, for all the little flowers are a want of water during the spring thirst and God hears their little prayers and sends forth mighty water clouds to quench this great thirst, but the water clouds are dark and not willing to relinquish their store of water, so God sends forth the beautiful Angels to dance with their little bare feet upon the clouds, like the bronzed peasants we hear of treading the grapes in the vineyards in those fortunate regions in France, Spain and Italy, except the Angels that tread the clouds are pure and wholesome for they are born of Ireland where God resides! (2) I asked her why God didn’t rain down potatoes in the great famine to feed the poor who prayed to him in their hunger, but she set me to ‘Hail Marys’ and ‘Our Fathers’ which didn’t really answer the question! I believe it wasn’t long after that that I stopped believing in a benevolent God as sure enough as I stopped believing in Father Christmas; for both lies had the same desired effect on me: behave yourself or you will not be rewarded! (3) One thought that was constantly in my mind at the time was that if this is how humanity treats its own kind then as far as I’m concerned they can all go perish in some damned abominable plague-type-thingy and nature can bloody well start again and get it right this time!
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<span style="color: black;">But if Sister Monika was unspeakably bad then Sister Bertha, ‘Beastly Bertha’ was a different kind of fish out of water! She always insisted on seeing the ‘colour of my soul’ whatever she meant by that. I think she must have been possessed of a Loudun Devil! (4) I would not say that she was sadistic but there was something not quite right about her. I remember she would creep into the dormitory every night and check the girls to make sure they were wearing the regular, rough as hell nightshirts which itched constantly and that we had not hidden silk undergarments beneath it which in her mind ‘issued forth salacious thoughts’ and made ‘Jesus weep!’ Silly old Bertha!
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The school was such a cold and dismal place, a rambling pile of the Georgian period with numerous ghosts and legends attached to it. In fact, my friend Celia knew someone who knew someone who had been told by someone that they had seen an apparition of a woman descending the great stair. I didn’t see anything myself but I did hear the bell ring in the supposedly haunted tower and on other occasions I would hear footsteps following me along the top landing and when I looked round there was no-one there! That was strange. But stranger still is the idea of returning back to this world once we have turned over into the next! Why indeed after so much mortal toil would any ghost in its right mind want to walk amongst the living again, after all, isn’t the next step after life supposed to be a ‘heaven’, an eternal rest for some or a ‘hell’ and an eternal nightmare for others! Perhaps ghosts are those who fear to move on due to being judged of their earthly deeds and finding themselves in purgatory? But there are nice ghosts as well as horrid ghosts so that does not really figure as an explanation. I guess we will never really know until it is our turn to ‘open the garden gate’ and stride across the ‘Elysian Fields’. But yes, Boylan Springs, there was always the odd bang and tap in the middle of the night but nothing as frightening and hideous as Sister Monika rising in the night from her bed chamber like Nosferatu from his crypt, only fatter as if she had been feeding all night long and she was all white face-cream and blood-shot eyes with guilt-covered chocolate lips! She would say in almost sinister tones ‘don’t worry child! Father Callahan blesses the bars of chocolate along with the wine so it’s just like Holy Communion!’ (5)
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I believe it is very arrogant of the human race to presume it is the most intellectual of organisms upon the earth for we are but one link in an infinite spectrum of life-forms. Man looks down upon the monkey who in turn looks down upon the mouse; the mouse looks down upon the mollusc and the mollusc looks down upon the mite...and so on, but man is only a small fragment for our pitiful senses are very limited. What does an ant know of Canada? It can know nothing of it whatsoever because not only is it beyond its comprehension it is beyond its simple means of travel, unless it happens to live in Canada, in which case it would not know nor care! What does a small organism living at the bottom of the ocean know about rain or snow or trees? Nothing, and in this way man is also ignorant of many things which it cannot understand, explain or control; they even believe earth to be the only planet with life upon it! How absurd and how primitive! In the future we shall be humbled to the fact that not only does other life exist beyond our small galaxy, not life which simply crawls upon its stomach all day drinking, eating, fornicating and defecating, much like some examples of humanity, but a life capable of intelligent reasoning far beyond our own thought and a life capable of inter-stellar travel. To them it is us who are the underdeveloped monkeys or perhaps only the mice in our stage of evolution!
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When I came to England I became drawn to the Wiccan craft and I felt an instant connection to its theories and practices and their belief system concerning nature and sex. It was all rather beautiful and natural and not stuffy and practiced in the darkness of inhibition under a clerical roof! God, you’d think they’d be more open about such a natural and ‘sacred’ act wouldn’t you? But then again humanity is a nest of shame!
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ON HUMANITY
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My friend Mona, you don’t know her, asked me recently what I thought of the human race, about its hypocrisy and its greed and its nasty ways when she suddenly burst upon me like a broken sewer pipe saying ‘you have no idea about the very worst of humanity, you cannot even conceive of how ugly mankind is!’ I was shocked, flabbergasted, now there’s a word I don’t often use! But the way she turned on me! ‘I beg your pardon!’ I said, ‘not seen the worst of humanity! Not seen its ugliness!’ so I told her straight ‘I’ll have you know’ I said ‘I’ve stood on the concourse at Euston Station in London on a Friday afternoon’ I said ‘with the great and the good and the unwashed waiting for the platform number for the London to Birmingham train! Not seen the worst!’ and I did I told her good and proper of how it’s ‘every man, woman and child for themselves! It’s alright’ I said ‘if you’re the public school, Oxbridge, rowing and rugby, boxing and sodomy type of chap, you know, tired suit heel-booting down to the platform, all elbows, knees, teeth and snot, then at the doors like a greyhound, inwardly snarling and snorting, huffing and puffing behind the newspaper and boom! Doors open! Children are unceremoniously thrown into the carriage to secure a seat and the ‘suits’ spread their awful weight in the seats, all armpits, bald heads and bad breath! There’s no room for the lame and the latecomers and damn those who fall by the wayside! Pregnant women and cripples haven’t got a chance’ I said. </span><br />
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‘We don’t use that out-dated word anymore’ she says ‘it’s not politically correct!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh do excuse me!’ I said ‘perhaps I should say “expectant mothers to be”!’ I knew exactly what she meant but I am not one for pleasing the eyes and ears of society! I got so worked up about it that I had to go and have a sit down with a nice cup of tea, a cigarette and a few custard creams!
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THE HALCYON DAYS OF THE LINCOLN BISCUIT
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Sitting there enjoying my tea I suddenly thought ‘whatever happened to the good old Lincoln biscuit?’ I used to eat those things one dot at a time in a circular motion, I’m sure many people did and it took ages but the discipline involved has stood me in good stead! (6) No doubt the author will here insert some florid piece upon the romantic and tortured aspect of the famed Lincoln! (7)
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THE LINCOLN BISCUIT
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<span style="color: black;"><em>A Eulogy</em>
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Sweet concentric tormentor, friend;
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<span style="color: black;">Of tea-dunked bliss, that doth ascend
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<span style="color: black;">The shortcake crunch, devoid of cream!
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McVities, hail! Ye disc of gold
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<span style="color: black;">Swore I allegiance, youth struck dumb
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<span style="color: black;">At dough-passions, serene, foretold
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<span style="color: black;">O circular monarch of biscuitdom!
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To thee love stirs, your glory’s grace
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<span style="color: black;">The delicate crumb, grown far apace,
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<span style="color: black;">Superior shine over Malted Milk and Rich Tea!
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Moribund, thy crown hath slipp’d askance;
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<span style="color: black;">Heartache – thou art poet’s bread!
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<span style="color: black;">Fare thee well Lincoln, thou didst entrance
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<span style="color: black;">And forge link ‘twixt living and the dead!
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THE BARDIC BONE
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As a child I read Keats, I was far too young of course and he somehow disagreed with me and now I am constantly cursed to regurgitate large chunks of him! (8) In fact one of my favourite poems is not by Keats but about him; Alice Meynell wrote an excellent poem ‘On Keats’ Grave’ which was published in 1869 and I think it captures something of the divine about the young doomed poet:
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On Keats’ Grave
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Down from the low hills with pines
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<span style="color: black;">Into the fields at rest, the summer done,
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<span style="color: black;">I went by pensive ways of tombs and vines
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<span style="color: black;">To where the place I dream of is;
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<span style="color: black;">And in a stretch of meditative sun
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<span style="color: black;">Cloven by the dark flames of the cypresses
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<span style="color: black;">Came to the small grave of my ended poet.
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<span style="color: black;">I had felt the wild things many a dreamy hour
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<span style="color: black;">Pushing above him from beyond the sea,
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<span style="color: black;">And that was, too, a silent time for me.
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It’s simply magical and those lines: ‘I went by pensive ways of tombs and vines/to where the place I dream of is’ just pushes it beyond our reach into another dimension! It should certainly be my epitaph! (9)
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<span style="color: black;">I wonder if Keats would have enjoyed a Lincoln biscuit. I’m sure he would, although I see him more as a malted milk sort of man. Perhaps Housman or Hopkins would have favoured the melancholy aspect of the Lincoln! Other poets are known to have been great dunkers in their time, let us suppose them here with a great plate of assorted biscuits, who would choose which? I like to think that old Byron would be partial to the odd chocolate bourbon or two and that the lovely John Betjeman would simply melt into his armchair with a custard cream! Yeats, a little sterner perhaps would opt for the simple digestive while the wonderful Sylvia Plath would dive into the ginger nuts! Coleridge and Ted Hughes would argue over the hob nobs and covet the chocolate ones while nice Mr Browning would indeed choose nice biscuits! Rich tea would be the choice for Wordsworth (and his sister) with Keats as I have mentioned nibbling the malted milk. Larkin would be scowling across the table with a handful of coconut creams while Eliot I see as a morning coffee sort of man; Elizabeth Barrett Browning sneaks milk chocolate digestives into her tiny delicate mouth, soaked to perfection in her tea cup; Shakespeare of course, I believe to be a secret admirer of the dark chocolate digestive and Wilde goes absolutely wild over a box of assorted biscuits for he finds it difficult to choose and so picks them at random as indeed an aesthete would so as to sample all the delights that life has to offer him in the world of biscuits! (10)
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1. Other postures include: the ‘Becalmed Devil’; the ‘Vigilant Serpent’; the ‘Taut Dragon’; the ‘Braided Bear’; the ‘Gilded Unicorn’; the ‘Sedate Toad’; the ‘Tree Goat’ and the ‘Bemused Panda’. In the year 1929 the monastery consisted of 811 monks. In the present time there are only 5.5 monks.</span><br />
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2. The exact address of God is still unknown but it is said by those closest to him, that he toils most lovingly and industriously in the wild and beautiful plains of Ireland.
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<span style="color: black;">3. We cannot ascertain the exact point in time at which Lady Lo Lo lost her faith in God, or indeed father Christmas, but it most certainly occurred sometime between the goings and comings of Blue Peter presenters Tina Heath and Sarah Greene, 1979-1980, in which case our young heroine would have been eleven years old!
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<span style="color: black;">4. Loudun Devil: In Loudon, France, during 1634 a convent of Ursuline nuns described being visited and possessed by demonic spirits and after an investigation by the Catholic Church it was found that father Urbain Grandier (1590-1634) a parish priest of St. Pierre-du-Marche, in Loudon, was responsible for the summoning of the ‘devils’ and he was duly burnt at the stake as a witch. For further information see: ‘The Devils of Loudon’. Aldous Huxley. 1952, and also Robert Rapley’s ‘A Case of Witchcraft: the Trial of Urbain Grandier’. 1998.
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<span style="color: black;">5. It is not substantially correct to assume that all nuns are habitual chocolate masticators and therefore the author wishes to withdraw this statement before serious harm is done in offending the good nature of those gentle sisters of God who do such splendid work in keeping the rivers of chocolate flowing!
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<span style="color: black;">6. The Lincoln biscuit has attained cult status among biscuit aficionados.
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<span style="color: black;">7. I did! – ‘<em>He inflicts upon the world, unique but unreadable tosh!</em>’ [The Times. 14 September 2001] Quite right!
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<span style="color: black;">8. The author here advises caution as exposure to Keats, cold, at such an early age may be harmful to one’s health!
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<span style="color: black;">9. Alice Meynell (1847-1922) Her first poetry collection ‘Preludes’ appeared in 1875 followed by books on her essays and further poetry. To learn more about Meynell I can do no more than refer you to the excellent ‘The Slender Tree: A Life of Alice Meynell’ by June Badeni (1981) and for her complete poems: ‘The Poems of Alice Meynell’ (1923) which comprises her ‘early’, ‘later’ and ‘last poems’.
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<span style="color: black;">10. At this point Lady Lo Lo fell silent and stepped aside to, as she later explained, allow an angel to pass. She thus spoke no more and her monologue came to an abrupt end.</span>
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‘The law of the strong; this is our law and the joy of the world.’
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‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Thou hast no right but to do thy will. Do that and no other shall say nay.’
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‘Every man and every woman is a star.’
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<span style="color: black;">1. Man has the right to live by his own law:
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<span style="color: black;">To speak what he will:
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<span style="color: black;">To write what he will:
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<span style="color: black;">To draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build as he will:
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<span style="color: black;">4. Man has the right to love as he will:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Take your fill and will of love as ye will,
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<span style="color: black;">When, where, and with whom ye will.’
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Man has the right to kill those who would thwart these rights.
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‘The slaves shall serve.’
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‘Love is the law, love under will.’
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER AL I:57</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 1st January 1994. LBR, though feeling quite ill. I have developed
my own way of celebrating the Eucharist (1), but I have been neglecting my
magical practices recently. I go through periods of intense devotion and then
it seems to slip away – perhaps an aspect of IAO! (2) I continue to perform the
LBR (Lesser Banishing Rituals) daily.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 2nd January. LBR. I entered T (Temple) and performed the Star Ruby
and the Middle Pillar exercise and felt much better today, but I must do more
practical work!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 4th January. LBR. Asana: kneeling. Mantra: A.M.P.H. (Aum Mani Padme
Hum), use Air element symbol and an adept appeared, ashen faced and hooded in
black; he was pointing with his right hand.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 8th January. LBR. Eucharistos. Beginning research into Enochian.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 15th January. LBR. Eucharistos. Star Ruby. Feeling deflated
magically and tired of that ‘demon Crowley’!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 23rd January. LBR. Eucharistos. Preparations continue concerning O=O.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 25th January. LBR. I received Crowley’s ‘Olla’ and ‘Soul of Osiris’
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2nd February. LBR. Asana: Legs crossed. Vibrate Chakras and
Sushumna (3) became filled by flames. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Became conscious of
Not-Being and was swallowed in the void.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 4th February. LBR. It has been twelve months since I began my
probationary year (precisely 365 days since I received Regardie’s ‘Golden
Dawn’) and today marks the end of my magical probation!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 9th February. LBR. Reading Magick. Asana: Pan. 9-9.50 p.m. Pain
began at 9.40 p.m. but I persevered and the pain became nothing more than a glowing
sensation. A good magical day!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 10th February. LBR. Asana: 2.40 a.m. God Position. Mantra: A.M.P.H.
I began well but became disturbed by automatic movement in the left hand. I saw
an image of a ‘flowing’ man, silver and white. He was tall and radiant with an
intense light behind him. I prayed in my heart and later became conscious of a
feeling of great terror, as if I had suddenly glimpsed Choronzon (4), or worse!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 11th February. LBR. In the morning I had a vision of Buddha. He was a
small statue made of clay with an almond shaped face and he sat in his asana
next to the gates of Hell. Death has taken all he has, yet he has more! He
holds his golden coins and prays. Death is envious of his coins, thinking they
have unmentionable powers and so he challenges Buddha to three ordeals. Buddha
agrees to the challenge. And so Death sends three demons to tempt Buddha over a
period of time, for what need is there of time in Hell? The first demon is a
young man, invisible to the profane and Buddha easily recognises him by his
silvery outline which appears like dew. Buddha banishes the demon by taking one
of his coins and throwing it at him. The second demon is also in male form, but
older than the previous demon. His image is much darker and not as radiant as
the other – he has a dull and heavy aura. He is more difficult than the
previous demon but Buddha destroys him. Many centuries seem to pass and the
third demon in female form with a lithe and youthful body of great beauty
appears and confronts Buddha. She is swift across his temple floor (he sits
beneath an apple tree and where the apples fall they mark the radius of his
circle or temple). She gets close to him but he is strong and defeats her. His
last coin, he rolls towards the gates of Hell and the coin grows in size and
speed and crashes into the gates, sealing damnation forever! [The coin
symbolises that all possessions are worthless – it is not that which is
without, but that which is within, that is the essence of man! Later on this
day elements of the vision were realised as the three demons appeared to me in
another reference in reality!] Also, I might add that this vision became my
magical story ‘Sudanenka’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 12th February. LBR. Eucharistos. Reading The Goetia.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 14th February. LBR. Reading Magick. Asana: 8.10-9 p.m. Pan Position.
Pain began at 8.40 p.m. and I could have continued for longer but I was
disturbed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 15th February. LBR. Asana: 2.30 a.m. arms outstretched forward,
hands on thighs. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Lips became dry and numb but seemed to find
moisture all of a sudden. The mantra was very rapid with minor breaks: I had to
correct the mantra twice. My hands felt heavy then became weightless and
eventually evaporated completely. I was praying from Tiphareth (5). At 3.15
a.m. or thereabouts I had a great feeling of brooding solitude – as if I was
watching myself and perhaps even laughing at the Fool. Then suddenly, I felt a
glow upon my head, upon my crown chakra, as if from nowhere; as if a gentle air
were being blown or fanned onto it (it was the top left side of the head). This
‘glowing’ moved slightly to the front of the head and increased in strength and
I made Dharana on it. Eventually the ‘glowing; faded and I slowly decreased the
mantra and ended the work at 3.25 a.m. I trembled all over, not as if cold, but
more out of fear. There was some slight sweating (it is snowing outside). I had
no notion of time, I had supposed it lasted around thirty minutes but was
surprised to see I had done fifty-five minutes. [I found the asana quite
difficult for breathing as I was unable to expand my lungs fully due to the
spine being so rigid. Deflating was not a problem when the spine is horizontal
or even slightly arched].</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th February. LBR. Star Ruby using mantra: A.M.P.H. and
Eucharistos – Failure! I will not travel down this path again! [From an old
magical diary before I was conscious of its significance, I invented an
alphabet of symbols and the words to express the Eucharistos were: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Point –Hadit (man – microcosm).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Triangle – the elements, though especially fire in this matter. Also the
Trinity: IAO – the Phallus, the Babe, the Yoni (the Male, the Child and the
Mother): Isis, Apophis, Osiris.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Hexagram – God – the Divine Light (LVX) the Planets etc.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Square – Tau square. Tiphareth – (kether). Four sides; four quarters;
four worlds...]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 18th February. LBR. Pranayama – failure!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 19th February. LBR. Eucharistos.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 25th February. LBR. I have been ill for the past few days. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 1st March. LBR. Vision of LAYLAH (6) at 2.50 a.m. Gold in the
splendour of NUIT. Reading John St John.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 2nd March. LBR. 3 a.m. Star Ruby Ritual. The breathing was slow
and rhythmical (not pranayama). LAYLAH, as mentioned; NUIT was blue and radiant
in the sky above and blazoned across it was the word LAYLAH in gold. As soon as
I was aware of it and read the letters it was gone – as if two objects or
subjects cannot co-exist together and had conjoined to form a third, which was
‘one’. Today also marks a year of performing the Lesser Banishing Rituals
daily. Reading John St John. Pranayama: Puraka= 10, Rechaka= 30, very difficult
and so had to start with Puraka= 10 and Rechaka= 20.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 3rd March. LBR. Asana: 12.10 a.m. Legs crossed. End 12.40 a.m.
Pranayama: Puraka= 6, Rechaka= 12. I did twelve minutes of this. I omitted the
Star Ruby today.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 4th March. LBR. Asana: 2.30 a.m. Hanged Man Position. Vibration of
Names – difficult to control the astral form; it takes all my will to make it
go past South-West and beyond in the T (Temple) but success eventually came,
although I was unable to distinguish which way the astral is facing and which
is the real ‘cardinal point’ etc. Pranayama: Puraka= 6 (seconds), Rechaka= 12
from 2.30-2.42 a.m. It became difficult at the end of the cycle. If the lungs
are not properly deflated, it became spasmodic and it took all my concentration
to make sure I was breathing from my Solar Plexus (7). Asana: Pan Position.
9.30-10.30 p.m. Pain began at 10.15 and the body shuddered in protest at 10.20;
inwardly I was in spasm, sweating and Kundalini was on fire; the left foot
glowed white hot!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 5th March. LBR. Pranayama: 10.20-10.23 a.m. Puraka= 10, Rechaka= 20
– (only 7 cycles, I was in agony!) Eucharistos. During the earlier pranayama I
was in my Pan asana. I felt as though my lungs would burst. I tried again at
11.53 a.m. but I was interrupted. I kept trying and kept failing – I fail on
the rechaka 20, always! Try again. No asana, I stand upright. Pranayama:
Puraka= 10, Rechaka= 15, this became spasmodic. I got angry with myself and
punished myself admirably! The body is weak yet the mind is strong! I ended at
12.01 p.m. in disgust at myself! Reading Liber O – Pranayama you fool!
Pranayama! I must destroy this obstacle.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 6th March. LBR. I used the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Hexagram
and the Star Ruby Ritual (pain in heart) 2.20 a.m. At 2.45 a.m. asana: Hanged
Man Position. Pranayama: (right thumb on right nostril) – Puraka= 10, Rechaka=
20 through the left nostril. Then, left thumb on left nostril – Puraka= 10,
Rechaka= 20, through the right. I did 10 cycles. I found the right nostril
easier, due no doubt to poor posture and stomach quite full. The Hanged Man
seems an unsuitable position for this. It is better to be erect. Perhaps try a
6/12 cycle (no thumbs) with mantra: A.T.S.A. (8) – the timing will become
instinctive after a while.</span></div>
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8.00-8.30 p.m. same cycle (6/12). This was easily achieved after conquering the
5/10. Reading Liber O and 777.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 7th March. LBR. 2.34 a.m. Star Ruby. Pranayama: Puraka= 10, Rechaka=
20 – I was unable to master it and decided to tackle it from another angle: begin
with 5/10 and add one second to each cycle until I reach 10/20. I find when
attempting the 10/20 it usually creates some sort of visionary hallucination
such as I saw ‘a barren landscape, covered in snow. The sky was jet black, but
the brilliance of the snow was illuminating the mountain peaks!’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">LBR Pent and Hex 11.45 a.m. and again at 3.50 p.m. Pranayama: 4.25-5.00 p.m.
Puraka= 5, Rechaka= 10. Quite easy and tempted to move on to the 6/12 or even
7/14 – a foolish thought! Mantra: A.T.S.A. and A.M.P.H. I could have done much
more. I will do another 5/10 and declare it mastered! [11.40 a.m. did 5 minutes
pranayama in the God Position: 6/12 and found it very easy to do, no doubt to
the absence of food in the stomach. I will do another 6/12 and move on to 7/14.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 8th March. LBR 3.05 a.m. Pent and Hex. Also the Star Ruby. The adept
was robed and consciousness was transferred to the astral without much
difficulty. Usually there is a feeling of being pulled backwards into the
physical, or trying to turn one’s whole being in another direction, which
produces a feeling of duality, and the question: which is real? i.e. physical,
and which is only ‘desired’ to be real? Eyes open on the physical shell and
turning of the form in different directions etc. The brain seemed to accept the
idea that the body of light was becoming semi-solid, at will, or so it was
fooled into thinking. The new form can travel at will in any direction –
vertical, horizontal: Air became Earth, the conjunction between the ethereal
and the physical.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 9th March. LBR. Pranayama: 6/12 in the God Position 2.59-3.05 p.m.
Very easy to do and tempted to move onto the 7/14 but I have to make sure I am
ready. [Pranayama in these early stages are not recorded fully, not until 10/20
does the work begin!] Stomach empty – asana: 4.30-5.15 p.m. back straight and
legs crossed. This was unplanned and I suddenly found myself in this asana and
carried on automatically. The pain began at 5.00 p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 10th March. LBR. 2.45 a.m. Star Ruby. Dharana on white cross.
Breathing good, slow and rhythmic. I became sleepy after only one minute and
counted three breaks.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 11th March. LBR. 10.20-10.30 a.m. Pranayama: 7/14, quite difficult
but when the rhythm is mastered I can move on to 8/16, but not before! I had a
strange vision in which I was talking with Therion and he told me how to
pronounce certain words: ‘Therion, Nuit, Babalon’ (he stopped me here and said
pronounce it ‘Fabalon’) we continued ‘Hadit...’ (9)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 12th March. LBR and Star Ruby. Pranayama: 2.40 a.m. 7/14 became a
little spasmodic. But after ten minutes something quite amazing happened – all
of a sudden I was aware of a blue light in my Ajna (10) – I had to check to see
that I wasn’t fooling myself by having my eyes open – they were tight shut!
Everything became harmonious – there were no spasms and the pranayama seemed to
glide over the places where spasms were without any effect from them, but I was
still aware of where these spasms were, as if they were small, mountain peaks,
they just did not concern me or interrupt the flow.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I produced a diagram to show this: A. Shows the condition of Pranayama
before this illumination, where the spasms assert themselves into the
Puraka/Rechaka Pranayama, and B shows how the breath seemed to glide over the
spasms, but at the same time, acknowledge their existence and positions in
space.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">This went on for quite some time and the blue light was penetrating – maybe
this vibrant blue light is something to do with LVX? I fear I have not fully
perceived it, only glimpsed its magnificence. The blue light faded and with it
went the smooth flowing continuous breath, and the A stage in the diagram
appeared once more. Also in the B stage I noticed that my sense of hearing had
changed, it became much more acute. The work ended at 3.10 a.m. [note: spasms
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was more difficult and it took a lot of concentration. End work at 08.20 a.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Asana: 8.10-9.20 p.m. Left leg bent behind right leg, right leg bent and
heel cloaking the Phallus. This didn’t seem as painful as my usual Pan
Position. The pain began at 9 p.m. and it increased quite severely at 9.15 p.m.
Pranayama: 8/16 (8.10-8.37 p.m.) Duration: 27.5 minutes. Not happy with this,
quite spasmodic and difficult, probably due to stomach not being completely
empty, though not full in any way. I had to end at eight thirty seven and a
half minute; I could fight the pain, but oh how I fought for that half a minute
of victory. My chest was rising unnaturally, and my legs were trembling.
Conclusion: don’t eat with your mouth full!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 13th March. LBR. Pranayama: 3.35-3.52 p.m. Cycle: 8/16. Duration:
17.5 minutes. Quite spasmodic and stomach slightly full – not happy with the
exercise at all! Left side of chest hurt and chest felt strained at the end. I
found that the body became very fidgety and my legs and arms were flailing
about in attempts to distract my mind from the pain; these movements began
unconsciously. I attempted the same later (8/16) at 8.55-9.00 p.m. I intended
to do 20-30 minutes but I was disturbed. Sometime after 9.15 p.m. when I went
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 14th March. LBR. Pranayama: 9/18. I began at 1.45 p.m. and ended at
2.08 p.m. duration: 23 minutes. Slight headache and stomach quite empty, except
for half a slice of toast. It began easy enough for the first few cycles, then
became more difficult and spasmodic, before getting easier again at 2.00 p.m.
[This resembles the formula of IAO: Isis – enthusiasm and love for the work;
Apothis the Dying God (Osiris) – all is confusion and the work becomes
detestable; Osiris, the redemption, the risen God and a new enthusiasm for the
work: the assistance of the universe, all thy hard work has become virtuous!]
At the end of the practice the chest was a little painful (Tiphareth),
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 15th March. LBR. Pranayama: 2.25-2.29 p.m. 9/18 cycle. I found it
very difficult to do this and had to stop after only four minutes due to
exhaustion. The stomach was quite empty too. I tried again at 6.15-6.30 p.m.
(9/18 cycle). Duration: 15 minutes. The first two or three cycles appeared
quite easy to maintain, but became very difficult very quickly, in fact it was
extreme agony. My breath was racing; my chest (diaphragm) was in spasm much
like having hiccoughs. I just wanted it to end, but I persevered to make it
fifteen minutes (I don’t know if I may be doing something wrong, somewhere?) My
upper body was flapping about to distract the mind as I counted the seconds on
the clock. The chest is a little painful yet I can’t stop, I must go on to
enslave the dreaded 9/18!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 16th March. LBR. Pranayama: 02.50-03.25 a.m. 9/18 cycle. Duration:
35 minutes. Asana: legs crossed and hands on thighs. Much better than I have
ever achieved! After a few minutes came the sweating; it did not completely
manifest, but maintained a steady rate. I saw where I was making my mistakes in
the ‘half-way’ stage. I was inflating my chest too fully and my stomach muscles
were unable to fully contract – to compensate for this, on breathing in, I kept
my back rigid, and on breathing out, I bent forwards a little, to ease the
diaphragm and eradicate the spasms. I found this very successful. I became
aware of a sensation of movement: rising, floating, twisting, turning and
general displacement of conscious self etc. I noticed three specific spasms
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: 07.40-08.00 a.m. 9/18 cycle. Asana: legs straight, hands on Mulhadara
(base of the spine) (11). This began extremely well with a smooth continuous
flow of breath; deep without any spasms, due to an empty stomach I presume. At
07.50 a.m. I changed to 10/20. This also appeared quite easy to do and I
continued for ten minutes, but I could have done much longer, but I had decided
upon a time at which to end the work and end it there I did. There was no
rushing to expel the air and no spasms at all – must be due to stomach!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 18th March. LBR. Pranayama: 1.20 p.m. 10/20 cycle. Asana: Dragon
Position. Failure! I could only manage one cycle, and that badly! I attempted
again at 1.22 p.m. – also failure! One cycle done well! Asana: my Pan Position:
10-10.40 p.m. Pain began at 10.25 p.m. I also intended to do pranayama, but at
10 p.m. I could not even manage one cycle of 10/20!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 19th March. LBR. Pranayama: 02.50 a.m. 10/20 cycle. I could only
manage to do three cycles before I became breathless. Pranayama: 07.55-08.10
a.m. 10/20 cycles. I managed to do thirty cycles (empty stomach, it must be the
key!). I found it quite easy to do although I became aware that sometimes there
would be a spasm at Rechaka 17, maybe due to posture. I will continue with
10/20 until I am satisfied with the results, and then proceed as stated in the
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 20th March. LBR. Pranayama: 02.55-03.02 a.m. 10/20 cycle. Duration: 7
minutes. Done quite well, considering I had quite a full stomach, though it
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: 07.01-07.26 a.m. 10/20 cycle. Duration: 25 minutes. A nice and
easy flow; I could have gone on much further, but I had allowed myself
twenty-five minutes for the exercise. Stomach empty: always better results in
the morning before eating. Also after this I ‘vibrated’ my mantra: A.M.P.H. in
my Ajna and raced into sleep. Asana: 6.22-7.15 p.m. Duration: 53 minutes.
Extreme pain in feet and ankles at the end of the practice!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Monday 21st March. LBR [An XC the Vernal Equinox] (12). I had a vision
concerning a musical instrument: a metal frame containing long metal tubes or
bars which appeared solid; similar in construction to the tubular bells. These
metal bars could be set in such a way as to play notes in various order and length,
and by heating the metal (expanding and contracting) the melody could be played
indefinitely... A bright light filled my eyes, radiating and brilliant; I am
conscious of it, the suddenly my Ajna is flooded with some intricate pattern,
like a magnified section of embroidery. It was white with a black design,
giving the appearance of ‘fabric’ – the flowered ellipse! I had to check that
my eyes were completely closed and that I wasn’t seeing some physical
representation, which I wasn’t. I found I was able to hold the image for long
periods. These visions happened quite frequently and I called them ‘fabric’
visions because of their nature – are they just some splendid form of Dharana?
I remember having them in my childhood and not understanding what they were or
how to control them at will but the feeling of euphoria attached to them
produced a strange sensation that my young mind delighted in yet also feared!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 22nd March. LBR. Asana: 02.55-03.32 a.m. Left leg bent; right leg
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<span style="color: black;">a) Pranayama: 02.55-03.22 a.m. 10/20 cycle. Stomach not completely empty.
Duration: 27.5 minutes. Began quite spasmodic but it seemed to ease. I realised
that instead of using my chest to breathe, I had automatically used my Solar
Plexus and this stopped any spasms, completely. Towards the end of pranayama I
noticed a sensation in the Svadisthana Chakra (Yesod) (13). The sensation was
that of rushing air over that part of the body, as if being fanned by a gentle
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<span style="color: black;">b) Tatwa: Began at 03.25 a.m. Triangle – noticed two breaks which were more
than a second long in duration, [other breaks were minor of which were too
numerous to mention]. I attempted to open my eyes and see the image of the
Tatwa before me, which was quite successful. Ended at 03.32 a.m. Duration: 7
minutes, 25 seconds, at which time I also ended the asana.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: after LBR – 10/20 cycle. 07.30-07.40 a.m. I used the Solar Plexus
again for five minutes then changed to the chest, which was much better and
deeper, due maybe to the Solar Plexus taming the spasms – it seemed to float
over them and not be disturbed by them. Stomach quite empty; weather: raining.
At 07.55 a.m. progressed onto visualisation of a moving pendulum (dharana) till
08.00 a.m. Minor breaks on examining the swinging pendulum points etc and ‘how
easy this is!’ – Larger break where strangely I was attempting to cut a pie in
half. The swing of the pendulum seems difficult to keep at the same rate.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 23rd March. LBR. 02.55 a.m. Chakras (burning sensation).
Pranayama: 03.00 a.m. 10/20 cycle. I managed 11.5 minutes in duration. Began
spasmodic and used Solar Plexus to calm it! I felt its great force flow through
me, as if I were merely its vessel. Stomach not completely empty. Began to
sweat – felt on the edge of consciousness; at the threshold of death. If I was
able to continue for longer (of which I wasn’t), I’m sure I would have been
covered in Prana (energy – forced outward, through the skin). Pranayama:
09.15-0929 a.m. 10/20 cycle. No real difficulty. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 25th March. LBR. Pranayama: Puraka= 5, Khumbhaka= 10, Rechaka= 20,
(5/10/20 cycle). 02.45-02.50 a.m. Difficult as alcohol was present. Puraka and
Khumbhaka were fine, but I raced during Rechaka. (I could hardly hear the
ticking of the clock so I must have invented my own duration of seconds to fit
with my breathing). I will try another pranayama other than 10/20 – consult
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: 4.05 p.m. 10/20 cycles. Puraka through ida (holding the left
nostril with the left thumb) and Rechaka through pingala (holding the right
nostril with the right thumb). Changed to left thumb on left nostril (ida)
breathing through the right (pingala). I could only manage two cycles.
Position: Thunderbolt asana. I will have to go back and start with either 7/14
or 8/16 and work towards the 10/20 again!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 26th March. LBR and Star Ruby. Pranayama: 03.00-03.14 a.m. 10/20
cycle. Very good, deep breaths; used whole of my body; straining to get every
ounce of air out of my lungs and every ounce of air in! I definitely felt a
rigid state – I have found my Sushumna [the fire at the base of the spine; the
Kundalini: ida= moon, pingala= sun – the Nadi: three occult centres] felt as if
someone else were breathing for me, a separateness or duality – instead of the
force acting as two magnets repelling one another (a), it was a smooth flow
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<span style="color: black;">Increased cycle to 8/16, then 9/18 and also 10/20: No spasms at all; it
seemed quite easy to do! Pingala a bit blocked. Ended at 03.27 a.m. Duration:
11.5 minutes. Mantra: A.M.P.H. till 03.35 a.m. I kept it going quite well,
fixed on my Ajna (the two petals). I felt as if I have entered some sort of
peaceful state [Osiris Risen]. I won’t do ida and pingala again until my pingala
is functioning properly. This may take some time as there have been problems
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: 07.55-08.15 a.m. 10/20 cycle [07.55-08.05 a.m. I began with a
10/20 cycle which was very good. Stomach empty; breathe deep. At 08.05 a.m. I
changed to a 5/5/20 cycle which was also quite easy to perform, (I shall
increase proportions in time). End at 08.15 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. beginning at
08.16 a.m. and ending at 08.30 a.m. Duration: 14 minutes. I kept the mantra
soft and audible; my lips were rippling and my throat was extremely dry. Usual
breaks: a) to swallow, b) to yawn, c) unwanted thoughts arising (though there
were few). I finished the exercise but kept the mantra vibrating into sleep –
dharana on tip of nose.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 27th March. LBR. Pranayama: 5/10/20m cycle. 03.51 a.m. (B.S.T.)
Failure! I could not even manage one cycle! I rose on Rechaka 14 seconds with a
shock of disgust! Asana: Legs crossed, hands on Solar Plexus. 03.45-04.11 a.m.
(B.S.T. [British Summer Time]) Pranayama: 5/5/20 cycle – much better! I put the
whole of my ‘being’ into Rechaka. This caused a slight sweating. Duration:
seventeen and three quarter minutes! Also, last night I did an exercise on
breathing (steady and evenly) saying to myself: ‘I breathe in, I breathe out!’
this then became: ‘we breathe in, we breathe out!’ and finally: ‘you breathe
in, you breathe out!’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 29th March. LBR. Pranayama: 03.15-03.25 a.m. 6/6/20 cycle. This is
my limit for the present! I cannot go beyond it without difficulty: I had to
use my hands to push every drop of air from my lungs. I saw many colours appear
to me like clouds of gas: violet, blue, and to a lesser extent yellow/red. I
was on the edge of consciousness and there was a continuous ringing in my ears.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 30th March. LBR. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 02.42 a.m. I kept it very well
into first stages of sleep and expected to receive the Nada, alas! Some breaks,
especially of the mantra changing spontaneously which had to be corrected. A
definite feeling as to an opening of the Ajna – between the two pillars
(severity and mercy) a dark vista beckons – floating sensation. During the
morning vision: Satellites were orbiting space with magnificently powerful
light beams, as strong and bright as the sun. All of them were directed towards
earth, to obliterate the night with permanent light. I saw America (possibly
New York) ablaze with these artificial light beams, which seemed to criss-cross
the globe!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 31st March. LBR. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 02.50 a.m. (I did not feel well
enough to do pranayama). Invocation of Adonai. Mantra in to sleep; it went well
over the invocation and even into the dream state. A few minor breaks, quite
long in duration, but corrected swiftly. The aim: to continue the mantra
unbroken through sleep and wake with it still flowing from my lips – like a
chattering lunatic! Invocation of Adonai was later granted, thus successful:
all defences were destroyed and I was the victor! [This has happened with
success on other occasions too – an internal current is created and discharged
towards the object!]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 1st April. LBR. I was unable to do any work. Received another vision
I have called ‘fabric’. It began as I thought I was looking at an old coin. I
had to check that my eyes were closed, which they were! I reached out
physically for the coin but I felt nothing! Then the ‘fabric’ began. Dozens or
hundreds of different design patterns per second flooded my consciousness – all
in black and white, no colour, and all of fancy, intricate floral patterns. I
don’t understand it, but I am able to keep the vision fixed on a single image
for quite a long period of time. Is it an hallucination? Another vision I
received after this was: a woman had strange markings on her breasts,
colourful, like some sort of stigmatic birthmark. There was also a man who had
large staring eyes and long hair. He tore open his shirt to reveal the same
markings on his chest. The man and the woman came together and their markings
inter-locked like some sort of jig-saw puzzle, and from this – the advancement
of civilisation had begun! He spoke to the woman: ‘I am the only male who bears
these markings, and there are twenty-eight females who bear them also. My
purpose is to couple with all of those females who bear the markings and I will
search to the ends of the earth to find them: I have completed the task for you
are the last remaining female and the advancement has begun!’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 2nd April. LBR. Pranayama: 03.00-03.12 a.m. 6/6/20 cycle. Asana:
Legs crossed. Surprisingly quite easy to do! Stomach almost empty. Began to
sweat and throat became extremely dry. I had to stop after twelve and a half
minutes due to acid rising in the throat. Pranayama: 10.15-10.25 a.m. 10/30
cycle. Again it was surprisingly easy to do and I felt as if I could have done
much more with Rechaka, but I wisely kept it at thirty! I had to stop after ten
minutes because the last two cycles caused me to gasp for air (maybe because I
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 3rd April. LBR. Pranayama: 03.00 a.m. 15/30 cycle. Failure! Not even
one cycle! Pranayama: 03.01 a.m. 10/20 cycle. Even this seemed a little
difficult – stomach not fully empty. I finished the practice at 03.11 a.m.
Mantra: A.M.P.H. 03.12 a.m. and into sleep. At 04.25 a.m. I awoke from sleep to
find the mantra faintly still there but I was more concerned with a vision I
was having (not ‘fabric’): There was no colour, only black and white and I saw
some old buildings and rooftops (possibly old farm buildings). There was a
country lane and I saw stairs on the outside of the building which led to a
side door... and here the vision ended.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 5th April. LBR. An exercise in Liber Thisharb (sub figura cmxiii) –
02.43 a.m. Breathing calmly in a relaxed posture; I proceeded to travel
backwards through the last 24 hours. I began easy enough, but towards midday
etc, things became disordered. But I knew what and where the correct order was,
so not a pointless exercise. I ended at 02.47 a.m. Pranayama: 02.50 a.m.
5/5/20. Asana: Legs straight, hands on Mulhadara. Stomach quite full; not too
difficult, some minor spasms, but corrected using the Solar Plexus, pushing it
out to deflate the lungs! End at 03.04 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. into sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: 09.30 a.m. 10/5/20 cycle. Extremely easy to do, no doubt to the
fact I had an empty stomach. I wanted to increase it to 20/20/20 to make it the
whole minute, but I decided against it and continued with 10/5/20. No spasms at
all, a smooth continuous flow. I ended at 09.50 a.m. and went into ida and
pingala for the same cycle 10/5/20. Also quite easy! I feel the spasms are just
the triggers of the mind informing the lungs to breathe in and out etc, a sort
of warning signal, and gradually by ignoring them, one is open to anything –
suspension of time, forwards and backwards; levitation... or are these the
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<span style="color: black;">Vision: It began at a point on someone’s face (Hadit) and expanded to reveal
the head and the whole body (Nuit). The head belonged to a helmeted soldier or
warrior (my first impression was that he was a German infantry soldier from the
Second World War). The scene developed and I saw many soldiers in a row. Their
helmets were small and circular. It was as if they were waiting to board an
aircraft; one man appeared and he was wearing a short black leather jacket
(pilot). He had something in his hands: a small box which he presented to
someone, behind a wire fence. The vision faded here and I could not retrieve
it, no matter how hard I tried. My consciousness in the vision had complete
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 6th April. LBR. Asana: 03.05 a.m. similar to the Bear position,
only on my back. Dharana on R.C. [Rosy Cross]. I began by putting my whole
‘being’ into my Mulhadara Chakra then used the Middle Pillar Exercise
(Kundalini), activating each Chakra centre. How they pulse and ache! Rose, at
the base of the brain: R.C. at the back of the skull and flung forcibly into
the Ajna where the image was kept. Bright, vibrant and soft, delicate Rose
attached to the strong permanence of the Cross. Its secret formula became
clear: how it withers and dies (slain – dying god) and is perfected in
Resurrection (Osiris Risen) – Tetragrammaton (14): Yod, He, Vau, He (final). Is
the Rose conscious of the cross and vice versa? It grows, as in a spiritual
growth and is born anew.</span></div>
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Solar Plexus; I began to sweat, especially during Rechaka, as I strained to get
every drop of air out. Stomach quite empty. On Puraka, I started to tremble, as
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<span style="color: black;">Pranayama: 09.45-09.55 a.m. 10/10/20 cycle. I began well enough. Stomach
empty. I had to use my hands to forcibly push the air out, and bend the head
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 9th April. LBR. Pranayama: 03.35-03.50 a.m. 10/20 cycle with
mantra: A.M.P.H. My lips became very dry and numb, very tired and thus some
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<span style="color: black;">Tatwa: 03.50 a.m. ‘Prithivi-Vayu’ [circle within a square] in Ajna. The
circle is imprisoned by the square but the square is also a prisoner of the
circle, they exist as one in duality. Both are of a single line, yet the square
has four angles while the circle has none. Square= earth – Malkuth; the circle=
air, thus ‘air of earth’. There was a break during this which seemed to
transcend time (Berashith), and I got a distinct impression that the beginning
of a war was raging – a strong impression concerning Joan of Arc. I broke from
it and returned to the Tatwa: the squaring of the circle!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 10th April. LBR. Pranayama: 07.35-07.50 a.m. 12/12/24 cycle. Stomach
empty. This became difficult to do towards the end and I found myself letting
my breath out in short bursts as opposed to one continuous flow. Asana: 07.51
a.m. Bear position but on back. Tatwa: Tejas-Apas [crescent in a triangle]. The
triangle= fire and the crescent= water. I concentrated on the symbol and made
it rise from my Mulhadara Chakra (Kundalini) to ‘Daath’ [throat] (15). Tatwa in
the base of the brain [Yoni] and reflected into the Ajna where I willed it to
stay. Mantra: A.M.P.H. (good results, strong and clear). I counted five breaks:
four to correct the angles of the triangle and make them straight etc and one
break concerned a person I had not seen for some time. The symbol seemed to
flash within and without, flooding my senses. I was very happy with the
exercise and ended at 08.07 a.m. this was followed by many visions of which I
call ‘fabric’ – in one, I was immersed in a blue radiant light, and I became
conscious of my feet. All of a sudden my feet appeared in front of my eyes (my
physical eyes were closed but the feeling was exactly the same as if I were
looking straight at them in close up; it was actually the third eye). It was as
if on thinking of my feet, in an infinitesimal flash, I had travelled to meet my
feet (via the outside of my physical body). My nose was actually pressed
against my feet and the blue light showered over me. I could hold the image
quite distinctly. It appears this ‘fabric’ is becoming more prominent and
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<span style="color: black;">At 11.30 a.m. I returned from another vision: I was guided into a dark room,
not completely dark, but very dim. There was an angel, or so she appeared to
be: she was actually a sylph, an inhabitant of the aethyr of Air – Yetzirah,
the Formative World (16). She had bright scarlet lips and was exceedingly pale.
I gave her a magical word that had been given to me earlier in the vision (try
as I did I could not remember the word after the vision, but I am sure it began
‘Daleth’). The sylph blew down a musical pipe, and her radiant voice echoed
down the tube. Suddenly, a masculine figure appeared – it was Pan, whose number
is 131. He had two small horns from his temples (more mounds than horns); his
hair was short and golden, but he was completely human in essence (human male
lower half, not the expected goat limbs). I repeated the magical word to him,
but I made a mistake and the sylph corrected it. I was led into a room, which
was dark (but probably lit with burning torches). Pan began sniffing at some
dust or ‘powder’, blue-grey in colour and rather dull. The sylph also took the
dust and made a strange face as if she were going to sneeze. Pan offered the
dust to me and I said: ‘I am unable to!’ Pan, the sylph and a small youth who
had entered the room were now sitting upon a floating altar. The altar hung at
least 7-8 feet above the floor and swayed a little back and forth but it did
not seem to be attached to anything, it hung in mid-air. There were small brick
columns at each corner of the square altar which rose up into the air, but did
not go anywhere in particular. I raised my arms [the sign of Apothis and Typhon
– an LVX sign] (17) and mounted the altar, aided by Pan. The altar was made of
red bricks (or tiles) with a design in the centre of the altar – some deity,
possibly Bacchus. The bricks (tiles) were not held in place by any fixative,
they were loose and they rippled like water. I wanted the altar to remain still
and not move and then as I thought this, Pan gave the altar a great shake,
which turned it completely round one-hundred and eighty degrees on to its side.
One side went down, but three other sides were raised into the air. The columns
had disappeared and there was disharmony. The idea is opposite: To achieve
balance (equilibrium) the heavier side goes up (which contained Pan, the sylph
and the youth) and the lighter side goes down (me). I tried to correct it by
moving my body, but it was useless. I later learnt that the altar can only be
completely controlled from its centre. And Pan spoke, saying something similar
to ‘however hard one tries, there will always exist an opposite; the
counteraction of the strong by the strong!’ (He said the words while glaring at
me for not having the correct knowledge to use the altar).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 12th April. LBR. I intended to do pranayama but a sore throat
prevented me. 02.37 a.m. I used the mantra I tried before: ‘I breathe in, I
breathe out’ etc. After quite some time I disconnected myself from the physical
and used the LBR and the invocation of the Pentagram of Air and assumed the
God-form of Shu (18). I then used the mantra: A.M.P.H. and became conscious of
a very loud and deep booming or bellowing voice which seemed war-like and it
was giving commands. Then a voice followed, saying: ‘Thou shalt not invoke me,
until thou hast prayed in thine heart and vibrated the words [meaning mantra or
God names] for every bead of sweat upon my body!’ The blue light was blinding.
I had the Air symbol fixed firmly in my Ajna.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 13th April. LBR. Throat still sore. Tatwa: black egg, symbol of
Spirit, in my Ajna. 02.55 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Immediately a flood of images
entered my mind – I saw vast cities, one after the other; golden temples and
narrow walkways (passages) – I don’t like this, I get the sensation that I am
being fooled, probably by myself. The black egg is in a temple and it sits
between two pillars (Severity and Mercy). It is dimly lit. Flames are
flickering over the black egg. I find my consciousness is inside the egg and
there is Dharana upon the egg, which is infinite, like the Russian dolls
(Matroshka). There is a blue light about the egg...</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 14th April. LBR. 03.00 a.m. I disconnected from the physical. Used
the LBR and invocation Pentagram of Water, making the sign (not the symbol) of
the downward pointing triangle; I returned to the physical, the triangle in the
Mulhadara, rising to the Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. the triangle image quite strong
and held for quite some time. I did not proceed any further, extremely tired
and stomach full.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 16th April. LBR. Still have a sore throat. No pranayama, also Ida
and Pingala blocked but not seriously. 03.50 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. – useless!
Unable to keep it fixed and keep breaking off into silly reverie. Vision: 11.30
a.m. A young and beautiful, dark-haired girl (she was mentally ill) and around
eighteen years old but she had the mind of a child with all its naive wonder.
She was lonely, except for her family, who never gave her the attention she
craved. But she was loved. She would sit in a small room in the house, possibly
a cloakroom, and dream all day long. She told her young brother how she went
down a long, dark chimney to another world, where giants lived. She’d been
twice already and was planning to go again. This would be the last time she
goes alone, and she promised to take her brother next time! At night, she crept
into the cloakroom in the dark and sat down. There was blackness and tumbling,
falling deeper and deeper, down a large chimney. When she hit the ground she
became buried in soot and ashes, in a fireplace that was barely alight. She was
still in the room, but the room was the size of a small coin, hitting the soot
and becoming buried. A voice bellowed: ‘The fire is out!’ It was such an angry
voice. My consciousness seemed to be everywhere, observing the scene in the
vision. Three tall men (giants) all blonde, short hair and blue eyes were in
the room. The room was dim. Now the girl became larger, in fact, her usual
size, in the fireplace, all dirty with soot and a voice said: ‘Why have you
come here again when we told you not to?’ She answered, but I do not remember
her reply. The man gazed at her, and he began to bend her with his will. He
uttered: ‘We created you (meaning mankind) and we have formulated your brain!’
the girl was crying in pain and fear. His eyes burnt into her. I thought he was
going to cure her mind, but no, and I was repelled by what I saw him do to her.
He ripped out her eyes – now she is blind; he sealed up her mouth – now she is
mute, and he twisted every limb so that she cannot walk or use her hands and
arms. And I felt the sorrow of the world when I saw her crawling back home to
her family, who were all in tears. I later worked on an illustration called
‘the Eyes of Pharaoh’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 17th April. LBR. Pranayama: 09.10-09.20 a.m. 5/5/20 cycle. Ida and
Pingala quite blocked sore throat too. No enthusiasm at all to do the practice
and this damn cold won’t go away! I feel that I am not doing enough! Mantra:
A.M.P.H. into sleep. Attempted Dharana on right ear, partial success, but I
fear I have hit the dry sands of the desert!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 19th April. LBR. 02.53 a.m. Consciousness in Mulhadara Chakra. The
flame rose – kundalini, to Solar Plexus when it became a hundred-fold golden
rays, then white brilliance, on entering Kether, and descending back to the
Solar Plexus. Tiphareth: sun and moon conjoined (solar/lunar: the Beast and
Babalon). I fixed a swinging pendulum in my Ajna, one second per swing using
mantra: A.M.P.H. (pendulum good only a few breaks) Mantra= one cycle per swing,
i.e. per second. I got the distinct feeling my physical eyes were open,
although they were closed; I could see objects about the room, though not
distinctly. This lasted for quite some time, even into sleep. (Maybe I awoke
and thought: ‘Why am I not doing my mantra?’ and I would suddenly do the mantra
immediately after the thought. I also performed the LBR in a sort of half awake
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<span style="color: black;">9.15 p.m. I went for a walk and I could not help noticing my senses
heightened and alert to every subtle element: earth, water (particularly), fire
(burning wood), and air. I felt the harmonious nature and composition of
everything connected around me. Some lines suddenly sprung to mind:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 20th April. LBR. 02.48 a.m. Tatwa: Fire (red triangle) in Ajna.
Mantra: A.M.P.H. Fool! I was intoxicated by alcohol! Pranayama: 08.00-08.15
a.m. 10/5/20 cycle. A bit spasmodic to begin with and Ida and Pingala quite
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 21st April. LBR. 03.02 a.m. Chakras in the sign of water (downwards
pointing triangle); the Goddess Auromoth (19). I entered the T (Temple) and
made the invoking Pentagram of Water in the four cardinal points and an
Invocation of the Goddess Auromoth in the sign of the grade of water. Rise into
the air, still in the sign of water using the mantra: A.M.P.H. White brilliance
and ears ringing... Vision: I was standing at a roadside; a country Lane, very
barren, and I was with another gentleman and we were both dressed as princes.
On the other side of the road, directly opposite, came a rumbling sound as of
thunder. Then, from a grassy mound appeared the head of a dragon. It was
extremely fierce and angry at having been sent to find me. I was afraid and
stood behind the other gentleman, pretending that I hadn’t even noticed the
beast’s arrival. And the dragon said: ‘Do you not agree that my ears are real?’
– ‘Yes’ I replied. ‘Therefore,’ said the dragon, ‘you must agree that I am
real!’ and after saying this he came fully out of the earth to his full
stature. He towered above us, but in an instant, he decreased in size to match
our own height. He was a man who bore the head of a dragon. I asked him his
name, and he replied: ‘Cheva’ and he continued to tell me that he had been sent
to find me and test my knowledge. He came at me as if to destroy me; he was
powerful and I could not defeat him by strength. I thought – ‘I must destroy
him from within; from the very core of his being: by shaming him!’ and at once
I began hurling insults so degrading at him that their effect showed physical
signs upon his appearance that he was weakening, and I toppled him to the
ground when I implied that every being knows what he does amongst the swine,
for he has been seen lusting after the pigs! And he fell at once and shrivelled
up! – I learnt later that he had been sent by no less a figure than the dreaded
Choronzon! [see entry for Monday 25th April]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 23rd April. LBR. 03.32 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on thighs –
breathe slow and deep. Chakras. Compound Tatwa: Spirit of Earth (oval within a
square) in Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Some short minor breaks at the beginning
(keeping the correct colours etc). Then a strange calm came over me. I was
aware that my hands were resting upon my thighs, but felt as if they were not
my hands at all, but someone else’s! There were no feelings in my hands
whatsoever – therefore, my consciousness tells me they’re not my hands. But my
thighs still had feelings, so I knew that there was something called hands
(though not mine), resting upon them. Ajna was good; the Prithivi-Vayu (tatwa)
very clear. Mantra racing – I failed at the threshold! I was overcome by
tiredness. Pranayama: 09.00-09.20 a.m. 10/8/20 cycle. Quite easy to do; sore
throat getting me down a little (Ida and Pingala are constantly blocked now).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 24th April. LBR. 02.18 a.m. Asana: similar to Bear only on my back.
Enter the Akasik egg (black egg/oval, earth tatwa) in a sort of foetal
position, surrounded by vibrant blue light. I rise upwards in Tatwa. Mantra:
A.M.P.H. which went well. From a tremendous height I viewed the sea and the
mountains and the cities. I became numb... everything seemed to go blank!
Perhaps sleep overcame me? I don’t know why I am so tired? 06.35 a.m. Invoke
Pentagram and Hexagram. Mantra: A.M.P.H. – one large break and a few smaller on
forgetting my mantra.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">CHEVA – the Beast 666</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A Ch I H A = 666 (usual spelling:
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<span style="color: black;">In full: A= 111, Ch= 418, I= 20, H=
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<span style="color: black;">Beats 666 = sun symbol (Sol) = ANKH –
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<span style="color: black;">(NVThIRV), THERION, TO MEGA THERION,
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 26th April. LBR. 02.58 a.m. Invoke Pentagram of Earth and assume the
God form of Set fighting, the sign of the earth grade. I Invoked Set and used
an Earth elemental sign as my Tatwa which rose from the Mulhadara into Daath
and I repeated the invocation. I used the sign of the enterer (Horus) and of
silence (Hoor-Par-Kraat). Tatwa in Ajna, very good; I deliberately left the
mantra A.M.P.H. from the ceremony. I used the square earth Tatwa and placed the
earth element sign into it. On the threshold of astral eyes opening once more!
Colour: Blue flecked with gold.</span></div>
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Pranayama: 09.22 a.m. 15/10/20 cycle. This began quite easy, but became
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 27th April. LBR. 02.40 a.m. Water Tatwa, crescent in Ajna,
mirrored like rippling water – taste it; smell it; feel it; hear it and flood
my consciousness with it and ‘become it’!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 29th April. LBR. I read through ‘Master of the Temple’ in Equinox III
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 30th April. LBR. 03.30 a.m. Asana: Thunderbolt position. Mantra:
A.M.P.H. (I experimented using the mantra as an active and passive form that is
aloud and silently inward). I ended at 03.55 a.m. I became conscious of a bell
sound, a tinkling in my left ear but it is possible I imagined this. Duration:
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(10/10/10/10 cycle). Asana: Thunderbolt. I found this extremely difficult and
had to give up after just five minutes! I remained in my asana and did
pranayama: 5/5/20 cycle. This was much easier to do. I ended at 09.05 a.m.
Stomach empty and pingala quite blocked. Limbs very numb after asana. Duration:
Asana= (Thunderbolt) 35 minutes; Pranayama (5/5/20 cycle) = 30 minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 4th May. LBR. 02.50 a.m. Invocation of Air Pentagram in the T
(Temple). Assumed God-form of Shu – ‘Thee I invoke...’ etc; Mantra: A.M.P.H.
Air symbol in Ajna. I remember that I gazed upon my breast and saw the workings
of the heart; how fragile it seemed. I fear I have gone wrong somewhere in my
invocation or I am still among the sandy dunes! 08.40 a.m. Invocation of 6 and
5 (Hexagram and Pentagram). Asana: Thunderbolt, (09.00 a.m.) Mantra: A.M.P.H.
till 10.00 a.m. duration: one hour. My arms felt terribly cold; stomach empty.
Extreme pain in both legs at the end! At 09.45 a.m. I went through a stage of
complete revulsion for what I was doing – ‘is it all worth the bother? I’m a
fool!’etc. I took them for the dog-faced demons that they are, trying to tempt
me from the chosen act, and they soon passed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 5th May. LBR. 02.43 a.m. Spirit Tatwa. Mantra: A.M.P.H. the black
egg was large and it lay before me. I passed into it using the sign of the
enterer (Horus). A good transference of earth to spirit!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 6th may. LBR. 08.40 a.m. Pranayama: 12/24 cycle (no Khumbhaka). I
managed to do nine minutes till 08.49 a.m. I had headache and Ida and Pingala
are still blocked; Pingala in quite a terrible state! Stomach empty; reading
Equinox vol I (ix) the Evocation of Bartzabel.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 7th May. LBR. 02.25 a.m. R.C. (Rosy Cross) in Ajna. Quite good.
Raining, thus I saw how the rain nourishes the rose; I heard the rain in my
ears and smelt the rain through the open window. Breathing good! At 03.35 a.m.
I entered a light conscious state, as I was continuing with R.C. in Ajna [I
found this occurs also with my mantra and LBR, Pent and Hex]. I had a
terrifying experience. It was dark with flashing images and fear grew with each
image. I had to break from the work and have a drink of water at 03.35 a.m. I
continued with R.C. in Ajna (still raining). Not sure if R.C. is continuous
through sleep or I suddenly remember it on waking – latter more probable.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sunday 8th May. LBR. 02.33 a.m. R.C. in Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. I counted two
breaks (strange dreams about entering an old mansion house and another about a
shop where I clumsily knocked everything over). 08.30 a.m. in light state, I
saw an image of a child (more like a baby). He had no eyes and his head was
bandaged. He had dark slits where his eyes should be. His arms were
outstretched in the sign of the cross [Osiris slain]. I kept the image
perfectly. I looked away twice because I found it hideous and grotesque!</span></div>
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to excitement of dreams. Reading ‘Nature of the Beast’ in evening.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tuesday 10th May. LBR. Wonder, O wonder, if I could see a speck of your
light in my destiny! 02.30 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on thighs as in the
Dragon; back rigid. R.C. in Ajna. Mantra: A.M.P.H. [done as active and passive
etc: 5 minutes active/audible, 5 minutes passive/inwardly and 5 minutes
silence, then 5 minutes passive to form a Tetragrammaton: Active –
Ra-Hoor-Khuit; Passive – Hoor-Paar-Kraat (also silence); Nought of Nuit –
Active/Passive= Heru-Ra-Ha – the twin forms of Horus; Nothing= Nuit]. A few
breaks of the usual type. Breathing good! My hands began to vibrate as if they
were electric, and suddenly disappeared completely, followed by my feet! I had
the distinct impression that my hands and feet were crossed upon my feet, which
is physically ridiculous, and that my right hand rested on my left thigh, and
left hand on my right thigh (opposite to their actual position). The head had a
tendency to fall forwards causing a slight giddiness. I rose in my asana and
entered the Temple, standing between the pillars of Severity and Mercy. I was
unable to remain still, I was being drawn upwards and sideways (no matter how
hard I resisted). I went sideways about three feet above the ground and felt as
if my eyes had opened inwardly and I could see faint images in the room. My
physical eyes were definitely closed! This happened two or three times. Also
the R.C. grew in size and I was standing at its foot (this was before I entered
the Temple). I can remember opening my eyes and feeling separate from my
physical body, as if I were a small insect upon some piece of furniture in a
darkened room, in a darkened house etc. My breath increased and I forced the
air between my lips causing a slight loss of consciousness. I ended at 03.25
a.m. R.C. in Ajna into sleep. Duration: Asana + R.C. = 55 minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wednesday 11th May. LBR. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on thighs. 02.30 a.m.
mantra: A.M.P.H. Excellent, no mistakes. I increased the speed of the mantra.
My lips were dry and numb. I did a test and placed the Water symbol Tatwa in my
Ajna and it was unmovable! Very strong! I kept it in place for a few minutes
with no breaks whatsoever and removed it completely. I then concentrated on the
mantra which was better than ever before for its rhythm. Breath was slow and
steady and the mantra fast. I ended the mantra at 02.45 a.m. and began
Pranayama: 10/10/20 cycle. The first two or three cycles were very easy to do but
then the spasms began; I had to use the whole of my chest and stomach to get
air in and out! On the edge of consciousness with no fear of falling into the
abyss! I ended pranayama at 02.58 a.m. Thought examination: two breaks of a
personal nature; a floating sensation in asana, but instead of travelling to a
desired location – I brought the destination to me! My upper body trembled with
cold sensations. There was an actual ecstasy in the mantra and I experimented
with hyper-ventilating, breathing rapidly and expelling air forcibly between
the lips, in one minute cycles. I became disorientated and white light flooded
my closed eyes. I heard a sound in my ears (not Nada), a whooshing sound, like
crashing waves which I concentrated on. Trembling with cold and the white light
faded; I tried to retrieve it, but in vain. I ended the practice at 03.30 a.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday 13th May. LBR. My head is filled with initiation. Preparing to
undertake the O=O ceremony. I read the various stations etc for its performance
from 3.10-4.10 p.m. At 5.40 p.m. ‘Outside, under the sun, in the wind – I
looked up and it all became clearer; it flashed upon me: the eye in the void –
I gazed upon the splendour of the Lady of the Stars and was embraced by her!
Certain things became clear concerning the Magical Universe: Nuit, Hadit,
Ra-Hoor-Khuit (Heru-Ra-Ha)... as it was written on Tuesday 19th April: ‘Yea!
Tremble, wither and wake!’ I am armed and have been granted by the arched
splendour of Nu – my devotion has been rewarded in my dedication towards O=O!
5.45-7.00 p.m. G.D. [Golden Dawn] Z1 document: stations and God forms. I
prepared some diagrams to work with showing the stations and the ‘invisible’
stations.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Left wrist: a circle has appeared on my left wrist (and on my right but to a
lesser degree); I noticed it a week ago and there is an outer ring and an inner
ring which is strange, about the size of a two pence coin and both wrists
are exactly the same! It is as if the stigmata of O=O is somehow upon me. Both
rings are inflamed as if I have been branded!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Saturday 14th May. LBR. 02.50 a.m. Asana: Legs crossed, hands on Yesod –
R.C. = Tiphareth (this seems easier than Ajna). Mantra: A.M.P.H. I ended both
at 03.15 a.m. and concentrated on No-Thing! I immediately saw a golden glow,
with a female figure: golden with wings and gold flowing hair. She ran towards
me, brilliant and bright. She then became two figures (unity becoming duality)
and they were kissing [male and female]; then I glimpsed the perimeter of a
vast city and the sky was a radiant blue. The city had golden walls around it
and it stood at the top of a sheer cliff face. The buildings had wooden window
shutters. I felt that this was a very holy city indeed. Then I saw a golden orb
(Tiphareth). I ended the asana and practice at 03.35 a.m. Duration: 45 minutes.</span></div>
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ASNIA is more than the physical, it is the spiritual and it relates to the work
concerning 418 as opposed to 93, which these records have mostly dealt with.
ASNIA is more an expression towards the H.G.A.; a symbolic formula between the earth
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<span style="color: black;">That I will devote myself to the Great Work and the attainment of the
knowledge and conversation of mine Holy Guardian Angel, and to conform to the
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<em><span style="color: black;">To accept the Book of the Law as the true word of the Aeon of Horus, and
its scribe, the Priest of the Princes, Ankh-af-na-Khonsu – To Mega Therion, as
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<span style="color: black;">1. Eucharist: In Thelema the Eucharist is the Cake of Light [see The Book of
the Law and Liber XLIV the Ritual known as the Mass of the Phoenix]. See also
Magick: Of the Eucharist, p 285.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">3. Sushumna: the central nadi which runs from the base of the spine and up
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<span style="color: black;">4. Choronzon: a demon of the Abyss; the spirit of dispersion whose number is
333. See Liber CCCCXVIII (418) The Vision and the Voice: 10th aethyr.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">5. Tiphareth: The sixth Sephira on the middle pillar of the Tree of Life,
the Pillar of Mildness, Tiphareth is harmony and beauty and its planet is the
sun. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">6. LAYLAH. See Liber CCCXXX111 The Book of Lies, Falsely So Called: Chapter
77 [LAYLAH= 30+1+10+30+1+5=77].</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">7. Solar plexus: situated at the point of the navel – the Manipura
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<span style="color: black;">9. Therion: Greek for ‘Beast’: Aleister Crowley (To Mega Therion: the Great
Beast); Nuit: the sky Goddess who is infinite, also Nu and Nuith (see chapter
one of The Book of the Law), Babalon: the female counterpart of Therion (the
Scarlet Woman), Hadit: also Had, the point or the centre and the masculine
counterpart of Nuit (see the second chapter of the Book of the Law).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">16. Yetzirah: One of the four worlds in the Kabbalistic Tree of Life
[Atziluth, Briah, Yetzirah and Assiah]; Yetzirah is the world of Formation.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">19. Kamuret: The father of Parzival in the story by Wolfram von Eschenbach
and also a Gnostic Saint (its numerical value is 666) in the Ecclesiae
Gnosticae Catholicae Canon Missae. See Liber XV.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">20. Ain Soph Aur. See Magick, part III: ‘The Magical Theory of the
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<span style="color: black;">22. Ruach: ‘This may be translated Mind, Spirit, or Intellect: none of these
is satisfactory, the connotation varying with every writer. The Ruach is a
closely-knitted group of Five Moral and Intellectual principles, concentrated
on their core, Tiphareth, the Principle of Harmony, the Human Consciousness and
Will of which the four other Sephiroth are (so to speak) the feelers. And these
five principles culminate in a sixth, Daäth, Knowledge. But this is not really
a principle; it contains in itself the germ of self-contradiction and so of
self-destruction. It is a false principle: for. as soon as Knowledge is
analysed, it breaks up into the irrational dust of the Abyss.’ [Little Essays
Towards Truth: Man, by Aleister Crowley].</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">23. VITRIOL: Visita Interiora Terrae, Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem
[visit the interior parts of the earth; by rectification thou shalt find the
hidden stone!] The stone is the True Self which can only be found by searching
inwards. There is also an IX Degree OTO reference: Vir Introit Tumulum Regis,
Invenit Oleum Lucis. The Philosopher’s Stone: a) Sulphur (fire) male, active,
energy, desire, the soul; b) Salt (water) female, passive, the body; c)
Philosophical Mercury (air) flux, bisexual, intelligence, the spirit. In
Hebrew, relatively: Shin, Mem and Aleph, the three Mother Letters; and in the
Hindu system of the three Gunas: Rajas, Tamas and Sattvas. See Magick, part
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<span style="color: black;">24. Ankh-af-na-Khonsu: a Priest of Thebes during the 26th Dynasty of Egypt.
His Stele which Crowley and his wife Rose were led to in the Boulak Museum,
Cairo in 1904, is regarded as an important artefact in Thelema. The ‘Stele of
Revealing’ as it is known, depicts the Divine Thelemic triumvirate: Nuit the
Goddes, her body arched and her feet and hands touching the earth. The Winged
Globe is below her which is the solar Horus (Hadit). Below this is
Ankh-af-na-Khonsu, the Priest before an enthroned Horus in the form of the
warrior hawk-headed God Ra-Hoor-Khuit. Horus, the God of the New Aeon is the
son of Isis and Osiris and he avenged the murder of his father by slaying the
serpent of the Nile: Set or Typhon! Hoor-Par-Kraat is Horus in the form of the
Lord of Silence (Greek: Harpocrates). Crowley believed himself to be an incarnation
of Ankh-af-na-Khonsu.</span></div>
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to keep silent (earth); there is also a fifth power which forms the pentagram:
Ire ‘to go’ (spirit).</span></div>
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The Book Of The Sacred Magic Of Abramelin The Mage - by S. L. Macgregor Mathers.</strong>
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The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage is one of the most important grimoires in occult literature and anyone familiar with the works of Aleister Crowley will be aware of its significance to Thelema and Magick. Originally written in Hebrew in 1458 by Abraham and addressed to his son Lamech, it was translated from a French manuscript by none other than the founder of the Golden Dawn, S. L. Macgregor Mathers. The volume is divided into three books describing the process of the sacred magic whereby six months of intense purifications, prayer and devotion are undertaken. Once the aspirant has attained to the Knowledge and Conversation of his/her Holy Guardian Angel (the higher self), only then can the angels and infernal spirits be evoked and the talismans used to produce the desired results.
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<span style="color: black;">Mathers believed in the malevolent forces to such an extent that he advised caution 'against the dangerous automatic nature of certain of the Magical Squares of the Third Book; for, if left carelessly about, they are very liable to obsess sensitive persons, children and animals'. He also went as far as to say that even owning the book could bring about serious disturbances and even harm to the individual. Crowley says in his 'Confessions' that 'the demons connected with Abra-Melin do not wait to be evoked, they come unsought'. I can't confirm this, but I can't deny it either, and for some who are not serious students of the occult and believe it to be just 'harmless twaddle' (fou pauvre!), it can lead to very real unspeakable torment and therefore it should not be underestimated. This is dark and dangerous stuff indeed!
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<strong>The Magical Dilemma Of Victor Neuburg - by Jean Overton Fuller.</strong>
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This excellent biography of Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940) is a heartfelt and humane study of a man. We find him at Trinity College, Cambridge in 1906 and his ventures in poetry lead to his first publication 'The Green Garland' (1908). He encounters the poet and occultist Aleister Crowley and enters his magical circle of friends. The young Victor must have felt flattered to have the attention and poetic encouragement from such a notorious and charismatic character as Crowley. In fact, he showed great promise as a poet and his second book 'The Triumph Of Pan' (1910) alludes to his spiritual development and hints at his feelings for his lover, the 'sweet wizard' - Aleister Crowley, who initiated Neuburg into his system of magick.
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<span style="color: black;">In 1909, Victor (Frater Omnia Vincam) underwent a Magical Retirement at Crowley's home, Boleskine House on the shore of Loch Ness in Scotland and suffered much hardship. The following year he danced for his 'master' in the 'Rites Of Eleusis', Crowley's staged performances of magical invocations; we also see Victor assisting Crowley with his work on The Equinox and in the Paris Working of 1914, where the two lovers invoked dark forces by the use of homosexual magic.
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<span style="color: black;">This is probably the greatest book we are likely to see on Neuburg and Jean Overton Fuller has done a first rate job! But it is a pity Victor never revealed the true intimate nature of his relationship with the Great Beast, for he must have truly admired and loved the man to be so damaged beyond repair when their magical partnership soured and it is said, Crowley ritually cursed him. And so Neuburg remained strangely silent on his association with Crowley - what really happened in the desert when they conjured the demon Choronzon?
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<span style="color: black;">Whatever the truth is, it affected the rest of his life and he was always looking over his shoulder for the shadow of the Beast. But he did have the vision to recognise the poetic talent of Dylan Thomas while he was poetry editor for the Sunday Referee. We get as close as we are ever going to get with this book and for all those demonic rites with the Beast and all those secrets he took with him to the grave, 'Vicky' seems like a thoroughly gentle, kind and lovely man to have known! Astonishing!
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<strong>Aleister Crowley The Black Magician - by C. R. Cammell.</strong>
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This little book is essentially a re-working of Cammell's 'Aleister Crowley, the Man: the Mage: the Poet' (1951) which presents a personal and intimate portrait of the Great Beast whom Cammell came to know between 1936 and 1941. Cammell didn't find it difficult to resist Crowley's magical persona with his rites and notions concerning the Book of the Law and the Aeon of Horus, but Cammell did fall under the spell of Crowley the man and the poet; of Crowley the man of great intellect and legendary wit who was generous to close friends, of whom there were few.
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<span style="color: black;">Within these delightful pages (22 concise chapters) a picture appears, not of the sensational 'wickedest man in the world' and all the nonsense surrounding his mystique, but of the Logos of Thelema as a wise old man of the world still capable of great gestures despite the bad press against him and his financial misfortunes; a man in whose refined and charming company a vast and peculiar genius shined but never so much as to appear pretentious or bombastic.
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<span style="color: black;">The Black Magician is a companion piece to other published biographies and C. R. Cammell has captured in this touching and honest account, a glimmer of the essence of the man Aleister Crowley that will stand alongside other great monoliths of the Crowley canon.
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<strong>The Drug And Other Stories - by Aleister Crowley.</strong>
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Those who are new to the writings of Aleister Crowley may be pleasantly surprised by this wonderful collection of forty-two short stories, some of which have never been published before. Most of Crowley's fiction was written between 1908 and 1922 and appeared in such periodicals as 'The Equinox', 'The English Review' and 'The International', to name a few. </span><br />
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Throughout many of the stories we are aware of the astonishing intellect behind them and we are never far away from the man's celebrated wit and dark humour; there are also elements of intense foreboding and unease. In fact, in my opinion, Crowley is a very accomplished writer and given time to mature, his name could have sat alongside the greats of the novel and the short story, if his way had not been obscured by notoriety. But a deeper understanding and appreciation of the man is possible through his fiction, and such stories as: 'At the fork of the roads', 'The violinist', 'The vixen', 'The ordeal of Ida Pendragon', 'The stratagem', 'A death-bed repentance' and 'The argument that took the wrong turning' have auto-biographical details woven into the fabric of his fiction. </span><br />
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Those more familiar with Crowley's works will recognise the philosophical, magical and religious references that appear, but these stories can simply be enjoyed by all who love the art of story-telling.
There are still many works by Crowley yet to be published but perhaps with this renewed interest in the man this will be rectified in the future! With an extensive section on notes at the end of the book, this collection is a long-awaited delight!
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<strong>The Great Beast: The Life And Magick Of Aleister Crowley - by John Symonds.</strong>
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First published in 1951, The Great Beast signalled an interest in the occultist Aleister Crowley (1875-1947), bringing his magick and his reputation to a wider audience; it also influenced some of the greatest musicians from the sixties to the present day with its doctrine of Do What Thou Wilt.
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This is a classic and memorable study of one of the world's great enigmas: Aleister Crowley, and a book you will keep coming back to!</span><br />
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It was a day for adventure and Pegamina was out walking by herself. The birds were singing high in the trees and the sun shone down upon her, making her feel all warm and tingly. ‘Nothing could be more beautiful!’ she thought, as the gentle breeze seemed to whisper all around her: ‘you are so very loved Peg... you are so loved!’
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<span style="color: black;">After crossing the little stream and walking by the edge of the wood, she noticed a small boy, standing all alone and crying. He was such an unusual little thing with his curly brown hair that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere in particular at the same time. And as she got closer she could see his large black eyes, which would probably have seemed much darker had his face not been so dirty!
‘Are you lost?’ asked Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘No, I know where I am, thank you’ he replied.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Then why are you crying?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Because they’re broken!’ he sobbed.
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<span style="color: black;">‘What’s broken?’ said Peg, looking around but seeing nothing.
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<span style="color: black;">‘My wings!’ And the small boy handed Pegamina his broken wings that had been poorly made from leaves and twigs.
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<span style="color: black;">‘They are in need of some help aren’t they?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Can you help them?’ said the little tearful boy.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I don’t know, but I’ll try’. And Pegamina fastened the leaves and twigs back together as best she could, saying ‘I don’t think you’ll ever fly again!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh it doesn’t matter, flying is very tiring, isn’t it?’ and he smiled such a beautiful smile.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Who are you?’ asked peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘My name’s Wot Not, what’s yours?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Pegamina. Is Wot Not your real name, or is it short for something?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh it’s very real and I think it’s long for nothing!’
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<span style="color: black;">And so, Pegamina and Wot Not became quite friendly as they walked beside the little stream together; she, taking his small hand in hers and thinking how nice it would be if she had a little brother to take care of. They talked and they talked, about lots of things, things they had done and things they had seen.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You know’ said Wot Not, ‘when I get a headache, the only colour I can look at is green, it seems to make the pain go away. Strange isn’t it? I wonder if animals get headaches... maybe not, with so many green things to look at’. And they both lay down in the long grass and gazed at the sky.
‘I wonder what a mirror does’ said Wot Not, ‘when no one is there to look into it? And how does it know?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What silly things you say!’ laughed Pegamina. Just then, Wot Not stood up and shouted:
‘Angel cake! Angel cake!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What are you doing?’ asked Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘I’m calling my sister, she’s a grown up!’ he said, twisting his mouth as if the words ‘grown up’ tasted very sour.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Is she really called Angel cake?’ Peg said with some surprise.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes! Angel cake! Angel cake!’ he called again. And as if from nowhere appeared a tall, beautiful girl with long brown hair and the same large dark eyes as Wot Not, walking towards them; as she got closer, Pegamina gazed upon her beautiful face and then at her dress, which was long and flowing and had been torn in many places and carelessly stitched back together again. And Pegamina couldn’t help but stare at her feet, for she was barefooted. ‘Perhaps she really is an angel’ thought Peg.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Where have you been and what’s happened to your wings?’ said the angel in the torn dress and bare feet.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh they got broken but my friend here tried to mend them’. And Pegamina introduced herself.
‘I’m Pegamina and I’m pleased to meet you. Is your name really Angel cake?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh no, it’s Angelica but Wot Not can’t pronounce it properly’. And the three of them sat down together in the long and waving grass.
Angelica was somewhat older than Peg and clearly not one of those sour tasting adults yet there was something about her which seemed to suggest she had not lost all of her child-like ways.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Tell us a story Angel!’ cried Wot Not.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Would you like to hear a story Pegamina?’ Angelica asked.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Oh yes please, if you would?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘Now, let me see, ah, yes’. And she proceeded to relate the story of the priestess and the Magician:
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<span style="color: black;">‘Long ago, there was a beautiful Priestess named Selemia, the daughter of King Ursalom, who ruled in the Kingdom of Sleepy Sadness. Selemia was so beautiful that all the Princes came from near and far to admire her beauty, but Selemia loved only one man and his name was Per Baugd, the woodcutter’s son. All the young maidens in the village fell in love with Per Baugd, for he was such a strong and handsome man, and he knew it most of all, for he would break hearts as easily as he cut down trees with his axe. But Selemia could think of nothing and no one but Per Baugd. She did not care that he was so poor, because she loved him for his handsome face and his broad shoulders.
Per Baugd knew that the Priestess was in love with him and he enjoyed treating her as if she was nothing at all; as if she were just another tree in a large forest that eventually would come down. But Selemia loved him all the more, and oh how her heart ached.
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<span style="color: black;">One day, Selemia went to the magician and told him of her sad aching heart and asked if anything could be done.
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<span style="color: black;">‘You have fallen in love with a man who can love no one but himself’ said Magar the King’s Magician, ‘and there is nothing I can do to change such a man, for vanity is greater than any magic. But there is one thing I can do, I can change your own heart and the desire within that you have for this man’. And Selemia agreed, for she could not bear the pain of loving a man who could never return that love. And so the Magician mixed his potions and cast his spells, saying ‘you must hide yourself away for a week and a day, letting no eyes fall upon your beautiful face. And when the white swan sings three times, the first thing that you see on opening your eyes shall be the love of your heart and the love of your life!’
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<span style="color: black;">Well, a week and a day pass by and Selemia, still with her eyes tightly closed, waits for the white swan to sing. All day she waits until eventually she hears the sad and lonely song, three times. But she was afraid to open her eyes for she did not want to give her love away too carelessly. And so she waits and thinks very hard and very long.
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<span style="color: black;">Time passes and still she could not bring herself to open her eyes. Then, she hears the sound of sleigh bells and she knows it is Trypthelda and his reindeer, Minska, pulling his sleigh full of furs and silks over the snow on his way to market. ‘Yes, Trypthelda is a kind man. I could love a man like him’ she thought. And she opened the door of the little cottage where she had been hiding away for a week and a day and she opened her eyes. But it was not Trypthelda that she saw, or Minska, his reindeer, for there before her, pulling the sleigh that he had stolen, was Orlon, the monstrous, hideous and mute hunchback. Of course, Selemia fell deeply in love with Orlon, for she could not see his repulsive face or his hunchback, she only saw the love of her heart and the love of her life. And she went to him and kissed his twisted face as he grunted with happiness. And she took his rough, bleeding hands and led him into the sleigh, covering him in furs and silks to keep him warm. And she pulled the sleigh herself, while Orlon lay fast asleep upon it. She pulled him everywhere, and although he could not speak, she knew that Orlon loved her more than any man, and could give her more love than anyone as vain as Per Baugd.
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Years passed and the Priestess and Orlon grew very old together. Yet still she pulled the sleigh. Eventually, poor sick Orlon died, but Selemia, never hearing him ever speak a word, never noticed. And still she pulled the sleigh.
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<span style="color: black;">Selemia’s beauty faded until it was only a memory and her fine dress had become thin and worn beneath the fur coat that she wore. Her beautiful long blonde hair was now grey and thin too, and all day she would speak to no one, except Orlon, the love of her heart and the love of her life, whom she pulled everywhere in the sleigh. But she did not know that under the furs and under the silks, heaped with snow, her Orlon was dead and dreaming of her now!
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<span style="color: black;">Well, when she discovered poor Orlon, her heart broke and she died too and she was found, still clutching at the hunchback’s bones, lying under the furs and under the silks that were heaped with snow, as much in love in death as she had been in love in life!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘What a sad story’ said Peg, ‘I thought it was going to have a happy ending?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘It was a happy ending’ Angelica said, ‘don’t you see? Per Baugd’s beautiful face disguised his hideous heart just as Orlon’s grotesque face disguised his beautiful heart. In the end it didn’t really matter. Selemia was beautiful and the hunchback was ugly, but when they became old, they both grew uglier anyway, except Selemia had further to grow in ugliness than him!’
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<span style="color: black;">‘But Orlon couldn’t have been very nice if he stole the sleigh!’ said Wot Not.
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<span style="color: black;">‘It’s not surprising when someone who has been treated like a monster that they should begin to act like one too!’ said Angelica.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Yes, but Selemia had to use magic didn’t she?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘And doesn’t that tell you something?’ Angelica said as she looked more and more like an angel. </span><span style="color: black;">And Pegamina closed her eyes and thought about it for quite some time until she opened them and found herself sitting all alone. She called out ‘Wot Not!’ Angelica!’ but there was no answer. And she saw the broken wings upon the grass and held them. She knew that something was different and changed; she felt it in her heart!
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<span style="color: black;"> Norman Mudd: a biographical sketch</span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The Mass of the Phoenix</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Liber CL De Lege Libellum</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">We have seen in recent times a rise in interest in Thelema and all things 'Crowley' and the Great Beast has never been so popular! There have been some excellent biographies, such as 'Do what thou <span style="color: black;">wilt: a life of Aleister Crowley' by Lawrence Sutin [2000 e.v.], 'A Magick Life: the biography of Aleister Crowley' by Martin Booth [2000 e.v.]; 'Aleister Crowley the biography: spiritual revolutionary, romantic explorer, occult master - and spy' by Tobias Churton [2011 e.v.] and the excellent 'Perdurabo: the life of Aleister Crowley' by Richard Kaczynski [2002 e.v.]. But despite this renaissance in matters magical, the Law of Thelema casts but a little shadow on the sunless shores of old England. Here, among the damp valleys there still lurks an element of suspicion as the hostile mind still wades through the bogs of the old aeon and clings to fear and prejudices because it knows no other way. <span style="color: black;">As Thelemites we must ask ourselves this question: what is my will? to which we must answer: it is my will to pursue spiritual advancement by the means set forth in Liber AL vel Legis; to which shall appear the reply: To what end? and thou shalt answer as a devoted aspirant: to seek by attainment the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel. Yet still the reply comes: to what end? to which you must ultimately answer: that I may accomplish the Great Work. Love is the Law, love under <span style="color: black;">will. A time has now</span> come for uniting and people of all nations and all walks of life are coming to Thelema. These true seekers of</span> the Light are taking their </span></span><span style="color: black;">first steps upon the path of the Great Work and with those steps may the current flourish and grow. Through all this, there is a connection, even when it seems that we are in darkness, fighting the battle alone. It is the work of each of us to define the Law of Thelema for ourselves, as individuals and to let its Light shine with purpose throughout all the ordeals and the joys of</span><span style="color: black;"> Life!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The Voice of Fire welcomes submissions (poetry, short stories, articles and reviews etc). Please send all submissions to the editor at</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><a href="mailto:barryvanasten418@hotmail.com"><span style="color: black;">barryvanasten418@hotmail.com</span></a> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">We are also considering a ‘contacts page’ should there be a need for such. This of course would be a box number to reply to and we shall forward any replies free of charge. Please send <span style="color: black;">your details,</span> listing interests and needs etc, of any length to the editor at the above email address.
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</span><span style="color: black;">Norman Mudd was born in Prestwich, Lancashire <span style="color: black;">on Wednesday 16th January 1889.</span> His father was William Dale Mudd, born 1861 in Manchester who was a certificated schoolmaster and later headmaster. (1) He married Emma Byers (born circa 1860) in October 1886 in Prestwich, Lancashire and they had three children, Norman being the middle child. The first child was a girl named Nellie born in 1887 in Prestwich and after Norman’s birth followed Eva born in 1893 in Chorlton. (2) <span style="color: black;">In the English census of 1891 which was recorded on Sunday 5th April, the Mudd’s were living at 46 Talbot Street, Chorlton, Hulme in the parish of Moss Side in Lancashire. William is 35, a ‘certified schoolmaster’; his wife Emma is 31, Norman is 2 and Nellie is 3. During the next census of 1901, taken on Sunday 31st March, the family are living at 28 Bishop Street, Moss Side in the ward of Whalley Range. Both Nellie (aged 13) and Norman (aged 12) have Crumpsell, Lancashire as their place of birth and the youngest daughter Eva, aged 7 is born in Manchester, Lancashire.</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Norman attended Ducie Avenue Schools in Manchester and earned a Mathematic Scholarship to Cambridge. He entered Trinity College in July 1907 and remained until 1910.<span style="color: black;">
I contacted the Archive Department at Trinity College, Cambridge and according to their admissions
records Norman Mudd was ‘born in Manchester on 16 Jan 1888. He attended Manchester Grammar School before being admitted to Trinity <span style="color: black;">on Tuesday 25th June 1907, to</span> which date he had an Entrance Scholarship later backdated. He was elected to a Senior Scholarship in 1910, the year he graduated with a BA having taken a first class in the mathematical tripos. Mudd was awarded the college Maths prize in both 1908 and 1910.’
</span><span style="color: black;">Strange how the admissions records has his year of birth as 1888 when the Registration of <span style="color: black;">Births in England for the</span> first quarter (March) of 1889 distinctly says ‘Mudd, Norman. Prestwich, Lancashire, 8d: 403.
At University, he was a member of the Pan Society (as was his friend Victor Neuburg) [Crowley read a few papers for the Pan Society on mystical subjects] and secretary of the Cambridge University</span> Freethought Association, which also included Neuburg among its ranks. Unfortunately Mudd had to resign his position in the Freethought Society due to his association with Aleister Crowley, whom he had met in December 1907, and because he was distributing Crowley’s literature. When the Dean of Trinity College, a crazed and despicable creature by the name of Rev. Reginald St. John Parry (1858-1935) heard that Crowley was giving talks at the Freethough<span style="color: black;">t </span>Association meetings and that Mudd was an a<span style="color: black;">c</span>quaintance, Mudd became the scapegoat for the Dean, who made accus<span style="color: black;">ati</span>ons against Crowley concerning his sexual conduct' with male undergraduates. Mudd, coming from a poor</span> </span><span style="color: black;">background with little influence and relying on the scholarship for his education, had no choice but to resign and swear that he would not see or speak to Crowley again. This of course, he secretly broke. Yet, for a long time he felt that he had betrayed Crowley in his actions. He received his M.A. and an offer of two jobs, one at the National Physical Laboratory and the other as a Professor at Grey University College, Bloemfontein, South Africa. Seeking adventure, Norman naturally chose the latter. </span><span style="color: black;">Three months before Mudd arrived in South Africa, he is listed on the English census for 1911, taken on Sunday 2nd April as a ‘Student Cambridge’ and he is 22 years old and living with his parents and sisters at 37 Middleton Street, Moss Side, South Manchester, a private dwelling with five rooms. His father, William is now a Head Master aged 49 and his mother Emma is 51. Nellie Mudd is 23 and works as a ‘Baker and confectionary shop keeper’ while Eva is 17 and works as a ‘staff clerk’.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Mudd arrived in South Africa in July 1911 and he ran the Department of Applied Mathematics from</span> 1911-1912.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Mudd was the author of several mathematical papers including: ‘The Gravitational Potential and Energy of Harmonic Deformations of any Order’ (possibly written around 1911) and a criticism of Einstein’s theory of relativity: ‘the Generalised Theory of Relativity’ (possibly written in 1925).
In 1915 Norman lost an eye due to a gonorrhoeal infection. From 1916-1917 he ran the Department of Pure Mathematics. However, Norman was prone to depression and bouts of low self-esteem. He decided to take a year’s sabbatical vacation in 1920 – Norman had been searching for something which he never found, something he only felt during his time with Crowley at Cambridge where the two talked of science and poetry, philosophy and psychology. It was the only time Mudd felt alive! And so he sailed from South Africa on board the Balmoral Castle and arrived in Southampton on Monday 13th December 1920. He searched like a devoted pupil for his master but could find him nowhere! Believing Crowley must be still in the United States he boarded the Imperator and arrived</span> </span><span style="color: black;">in America on Tuesday 18th January 1921. He went to Detroit and was downhearted to find Crowley had already left for England; but he did find Jones (Frater Achad) and Walter T. Smith there. Jones initiated Mudd as a Neophyte of the A∴A∴ and Mudd took the magical name of Frater Omnia Pro Veritate (All for Truth). Following his stay with the Detroit Thelemites, Mudd returned to England on board the Carmania and arrived on Monday 7th February 1921. </span><br />
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In a letter to his friend Leo Marquard dated 10-12 February 1921, he writes in romantic mood <em>‘The taking up of this Path is what is referred to variously as the Second Birth, or being Born of the Water of the Spirit, or (by Dante) the Vita Nuova, or (by the Egyptians) the Entrance on Light, or (by the Buddhists) the Noble Aryan Path, or (by the Alchemists) the great Work, and so on.' </em></span><br />
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Hearing that Crowley was in Cefalu at his Abbey of Thelema, Norman undertook the journey there and arrived at the Abbey on Sunday 22nd April 1923. The next day Mudd attends a meeting with Crowley and Leah Hirsig at the <span style="color: black;">Office of the Commissario and Crowley is expelled from Italy <span style="color: black;">and given one week to settle his affairs (Mudd and Hirsig are allowed to stay on). Mudd became Crowley’s secretary (he had</span> already turned down a job offer to organise a School of Astronomy</span> at the University of South Africa.
After the <span style="color: black;">expulsion,</span> <span style="color: black;">Crowley left Cefalu on Tuesday 1st May and</span> travelled to <span style="color: black;">Tunis arriving on Friday 11th May</span> and Mudd joined him there on <span style="color: black;">Wednesday 20th</span> June 1923. The devoted Frater Omnia Pro Veritat<span style="color: black;">e </span>took dictation and copied Crowley's manuscripts and all the time he was dete<span style="color: black;">rmined </span>to clear Crowley's name after all the bad publicity from the British Press. Mudd really believed that The Book of the Law held the key to unlocking a new epoch in mathematical application. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Mudd returned to England to continue the Great Work on Friday 6th June 1924 and lived at a flat in Chelsea, London. Soror Estai (Jane Wolfe, 1875-1958) joined him there and worked as his secretary in copying Mudd’s letters and Crowley’s ‘An Open Letter to Lord Beaverbrook’ for distribution. They were very poor and had to sell items of clothing and manuscripts for food and rent. The two became lovers, although they were not in love with each other, Mudd still had deep feelings for Leah. Jane Wolfe found it difficult living with Mudd saying that he was a ‘fussy’ man ‘set in his ways’, stubborn, intelligent yet ‘lacking in social position’ and very excitable!
On Thursday 24th July 1924, Mudd had to take a rest from the Great Work as his nerves were suffering.
He joined Leah in Paris on Tuesday 30th September 1924 and on Friday 3rd October Leah placed the ‘Seal of Babalon’ upon Mudd’s <span style="color: black;">phallus</span>. By Sunday (5th October) they were married in an informal Thelemic ceremony, which was consummated two days later on Tuesday 7th October. By Wednesday 19th November, Mudd was back in England, poor and homeless!
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<span style="color: black;">By 1925 Mudd was beginning to have doubts in Crowley, believing the Great Beast was misinterpreting the Law of Thelema as given in The Book of the Law thus failing in the eyes of the Secret Chiefs. Poor Mudd, suffering great poverty was duly banished from the A∴A∴ by Crowley, no doubt also because Mudd had fallen in love with Alostrael,</span><span style="color: black;"> Crowley’s Scarlet Woman, Leah Hirsig. Mudd returned to his father on the Isle of Man on Wednesday 24th February 1926. He formally withdrew his name from the broadsheet ‘Ein Zeugnis der Suchenden’ [The Testament of a Seeker] which was signed by Crowley, Mudd and Heinrich Tranker<span style="color: black;"> (1880-1956) at the Conference of Grand Masters, held at Weida, Thuringia in Germany in 1925. By 1927 Mudd had lost all interest in magick.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 6th September 1930 he sent a letter (written in his own hand) on behalf of Leah Hirsig and himself, from Spain, renouncing their magical oaths.
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<span style="color: black;">On Sunday <span style="color: black;">6th May</span> 1934, aged 45, Norman Mudd of 220 Arlington Road, London, NW1, took a room at the Manor Hotel, Forest, Guernsey. He must have been suffering terrible depression and feeling the loss of Crowley and Thelema in his life which prompted him to take the awful steps he did. At a loss and determined to end it all, he put his bicycle clips on and filled his trousers with stones and walked into the English Channel. The Hotel Proprietor reported Mudd missing to the Police on Saturday 16th June, saying that he was last seen at 7p.m. on Friday 15th June. The Police recovered his body on Saturday 16th June at Portlet bay at midday.<span style="color: black;"> The inquest was held on Monday 18th June and the verdict was ‘suicide’. Norman Mudd, Frater</span> Omnia Pro Veritate, Neophyte of the A∴A∴ was buried in plot number 8, grave number 1 in New Cemetery, Forest, Guernsey on Wednesday 20th June 1934.<span style="color: black;"> Perhaps it is pure coincidence that the date of his birth, 16 when added to the date of his Greater Feast, 15 gives us 31!</span>
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<span style="color: black;">I am an MA of Cambridge University (Mathematical Scholar of Trinity College).
I have known Aleister Crowley for over thirteen years. He is admittedly one of the most remarkable poets and writers of the present day.
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<span style="color: black;">I have studied his scientific memoranda with great care, and I am satisfied that they would lead to discoveries which will furnish mankind with a new instrument of knowledge and a new method of research.
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<span style="color: black;">I have examined the accusations made against him by certain newspapers of a certain class, and find them without exception baseless falsehoods. I know that his ideals are noble, his honour stainless, and his life devoted wholly to the service of mankind. Having given his entire fortune to his work, he has been unable to refute publicly the calumnies of his assailants. He has found no men among those who know him, sufficiently prominent, powerful, and courageous to come forward and vindicate him before the world.
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<span style="color: black;">The honour of England is concerned that her greatest poet should not perish under the malice or neglect of his fellow-countrymen, as so often in history.
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<span style="color: black;">I shall come to London and devote myself to persuading some person or corporation of authority, wealth, or influence, to investigate the accusations against Mr Crowley...
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<span style="color: black;">[Vindication letter published in the Isis magazine. Oxford. 14th November 1923. Also see Crowley’s Tunisian Diaries for 1923: ‘The Magical Diaries of Aleister Crowley’. Edited by Stephen Skinner. 1996. p.154-155 and p.212-214. ]
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<span style="color: black;">1. William Dale Mudd was christened on 11th August 1861 at Manchester Cathedral. His parents were George and Mary Mudd. In the 1871 census George Mudd is 50 and born in Ripon, Yorkshire, he works as a 'hair cutter'; Mary is 43 from Pilsley, Derbyshire and their children are: James H Mudd, 19; William Dale Mudd, 9; Alfred Mudd, 5 and Charles Mudd, 16 and a 'sterotyper', all born in Manchester. In 1881 William Dale Mudd is a student living at Chester St Oswald, Cheshire.
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<span style="color: black;">2. Eva Mudd married Willaim Poole Robinson (son of James Robinson, a 'foreman') on 13th April 1922. Eva, a clerk is 28 and living at 87 Princess Road, Moss Side while William (born in Ulverston, Lancashire in 1897) is a salesman, 26 living at 138 Broadfield Road, Moss Side, Manchester.
William Dale Mudd attends the wedding and he is described as a 'Schoolmaster Retired'.
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<span style="color: black;">We are all as conscious beings performing acts of magick, whether we are aware of the fact or not; the very process of existence is an act of magick and so is every conscious moment throughout one’s life.
As corporeal, sentient beings in which an infinite spirit body is ‘temporarily’ confined in finite matter, our experiences, both past and present, form the flux-like state of ‘perceptive being’ which allows us to integrate into the ‘illusion’ of reality. We are receptive to the world around us and having the power of will allows us to make conscious choices. In choosing to perform the Great Work you are making a positive and definite declaration to the universe of your intent. It is not something to be taken lightly for along the way oaths are taken and renewed: Initiation= commitment, devotion and affirmation (magickal oaths). In accepting the Word of the Law as given in Liber AL vel Legis, you have taken the initiative towards acting in accordance with your True Will.
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<span style="color: black;">‘All initiation must begin with an Act of Truth, a definite commitment which affirms and seals the faith of the Aspirant that success in the Great Work is of a higher value than any other conceivable good... It is therefore an absolute rule in this work of establishing among men the kingdom of the Aeon of Heru-Ra-Ha, that every aspirant is required, right at the start, to make a crucial decision, to take an irrevocable step without receiving full information as to its significance and without security.</span> <span style="color: black;">The clinging to safety in one form or another is the mark of a Slave. To break it quite simply and completely is the only mode open to the aspirant of asserting the Kingly nature. This is the first necessity and the first ordeal is designed to accomplish it.’ [Norman Mudd, letter to Marion Clark, undated, quoted from ‘Perdurabo’. R. Kaczynski. 2002 – revised and expanded edition 2010. p. 400]
In embarking upon this great journey, the aspirant will find the subtle harmony and equilibrium that drives their every emotion, magnified, as the will begins to work unconsciously towards a desired end; just as when one wakes from sleep, one’s immediate thought is not ‘I am breathing!’ for one has been breathing continuously since the first breath of life. In fact, the very moment your attention is brought upon a particular function of the body, the focus upon it is usually to inform us that there is something wrong which needs addressing. In not acting in accordance with the True Will, certain consequences will come about whether you like it or not! Therefore, it is the intention of every Thelemite to attain to the Knowledge and Conversation of his or her Holy Guardian Angel; only then, in the performing of one’s Great Work can one be secure in the knowledge that the work being undertaking is an essential part of one’s progression upon the path, just as if it were the fruit which blooms upon the Tree of Life!
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<span style="color: black;">But this is no easy task, in fact, it may appear that everything is conspiring against you and all manner of obstacles occur to deter you from the work and pursuing your rightful course. It takes an exceptionally strong mind and body (no doubt tempered by the practice of yoga) to forge ahead through the ordeals and ever increasing reasons not to be a Thelemite and not to do the Great Work. The aspirant will have definite consequences and noticeable changes around them which should be recorded objectively in their magical diary. I know of one instance in which a person known to me who was considered to be a ‘lucky person’ found that upon taking the oath of a probationer all element of ‘luck’ had completely dried-up, the notion of luck being something ungovernable and thus ‘outside’ the sphere of the aspirant.
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<span style="color: black;">The young Thelemite will find that their mind and body rebels at the mere thought of the work ahead and they will invent excuses for not doing the work (this is a natural human reaction and occurs with every true seeker of the light), but the young aspirant must persevere. You will, no doubt, encounter terrifying forms but fear is failure and onwards you must travel!
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<span style="color: black;">You will find that the expansion of the magical faculty will inflate the ego beyond reasonable proportions which happens when one is on an inward journey of self-analysis and this too must be kept in check. In fact, to a certain degree, you will find a detachment from the rest of humanity and this is so for all spiritual quests. An ‘aspirant on the threshold of Initiation finds himself assailed by the “complexes” which have corrupted him, their externalisation excruciating him, and his agonised reluctance to their elimination plunging him into such ordeals that he seems (both to himself and</span> <span style="color: black;">others) to have turned from a noble and upright man into an unutterable scoundrel’. [Aleister Crowley quoted in ‘What you should know about the Golden Dawn’. I. Regardie. 1985. p. 77]
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<span style="color: black;">But in all things must you keep silent about your work, for those around you, friends and family, through ignorance and conflicting ideas about magick and Thelema, believing great harm will come to you, will do all they can to deter you and ‘save your soul!’ </span></div>
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During the Christian era, we were bullied into the belief that everyone is born a sinner and shall die the same, and so we could never really attain perfection and salvation in God’s eyes, with the continual threat of celestial judgement, persecution and damnation. But sins committed in life can be forgiven and absolved if one confesses and repents of those sins and performs acts of penance – this is the Biblical loophole that gave Christians the opportunity for committing sins, after all it was expected of them being only weak creatures of God!
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<span style="color: black;">A Thelemite turns this upon its head and takes full responsibility for their course of actions and does not plead with a so-called ‘superior’ being for forgiveness. A Thelemite does not sit back and rely on fate to blow them to some distant conclusion; a Thelemite takes control of their will and in turn of their life. ‘The word of Sin is Restriction.’ [AL:I.42]
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<span style="color: black;">Thelema works differently for each individual because we are all unique, not just in our thoughts, emotions and our character, but in every way – there is no-one like you! There never has been anyone like you and there never will be anyone like you ever! But of course, all spiritual endeavours can leave the aspirant feeling alone at times but there is ever a true link with those great entities that have walked this path before us, and those who are taking their first steps now.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">So why would anyone in their right mind become a Thelemite? Because you have an overwhelming desire to fulfil your potential and become that which you are destined to become through magical attainment. Because your heart resonates to the beauty and inner understanding of Liber AL vel Legis and you have accepted the Law of Thelema. And because you wish to make an active difference in your life! Thelema is not a set of rules to govern your life, it is much more than that – it is your very existence! As Thelemites, we are taking full possession of our inner and outer universe (as above so below) and there is no greater responsibility than that, for the Thelemite acts at the centre of that universe, and is indeed – God!
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<span style="color: black;">Love is the law, love under will.</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"></span> <span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Capricornus</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> A model of pure reason,</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> He bounds to the glory of the day,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Awake, with a galaxy of imagination</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> That corrupts and conquers in his way.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Upon his noble brow - distinction,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Creases with time where horizons play;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Immortal in the dawn's expansion</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> That looks on the crimson waste, to pray</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> As he struts aflame through every nation -</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Vile, the tongue that speaks his name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> It is but one to him: religion -</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> They are but mirrors of the same.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> And in his abysmal trail of devotion</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> He can compel each heart to shame;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Extreme upon extreme abstraction,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Curled by the blasphemy of his frame. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> His torso, a war-engine of destruction,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Monstrous in his will to pursue;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> His brain: a trigger of perception</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Sees the cosmos streaming through</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> To stride the elements of perfection</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> And sing, as lover to lover, will do;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Where the wide excellerated passions</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Lies weeping in the glistening dew.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Bored by the limits of cruel creation</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> He broods on a world, unable to forget</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The grind of the axle to every motion;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> The sacred scratchings of the prophet.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Thick and rounded, this dimension</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Strains to express the course that's set</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Through the lower regions of comprehension,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> And the perfect beauty of woman. Yet,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> His eyes are flames of satisfaction,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> Bristling with strength and vibrant with lust,</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> To redeem the madness of evolution</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> And crush a universe into dust.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">LIBER RESH vel HELIOS</span></div>
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‘The light is mine; its rays consume</span></div>
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Me: I have made a secret door
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<span style="color: black;"> Into the House of Ra and Tum,
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<span style="color: black;">Of Kephra and of Ahathoor.’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Liber Resh vel Helios is an important ritual performed four times daily at dawn, noon, sunset and midnight by the aspirant in adoration of the sun. The practitioner radiates the solar Light and connects magically with the energy of the Aeon of Horus. ‘The object of this practice is firstly to remind the aspirant at regular intervals of the Great Work; secondly, to bring him into conscious personal relation with the centre of our system; and thirdly, for advanced students, to make actual magical contact with the spiritual energy of the sun and thus to draw actual force from him.’ [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. Arkana. 1989. p. 674]. In performing the ritual the aspirant is identifying with the Great Beast 666 whose number is that of the sun<span style="color: black;"> [2].</span> The sun also pertains to Tiphereth (beauty and harmony) on the Tree of Life which relates to the number six and thus reminds the practitioner that the body is also an image of the Tree and the aspiration towards the Knowledge and Conversation of his or her Holy Guardian Angel.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">O. These are the adorations to be performed by aspirants to the A∴A∴
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<span style="color: black;">1. Let him greet the Sun at dawn, facing East, giving the sign of his grade [<span style="color: black;">3</span>]. And let him say in a loud voice:
Hail unto Thee who art Ra in Thy rising, even unto Thee who art Ra in Thy strength, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Uprising of the Sun.
Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.
Hail unto Thee from the abodes of Night!
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<span style="color: black;">2. Also at Noon, let him greet the Sun, facing South, giving the sign of his grade. And let him say in a loud voice:
Hail unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy triumphing, even unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy beauty, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Mid-course of the Sun.
Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.
Hail unto Thee from the abodes of Morning!
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<span style="color: black;">3. Also, at Sunset, let him greet the Sun, facing West, giving the sign of his grade. And let him say in a loud voice:
Hail unto Thee who art Tum in Thy setting, even unto Thee who art Tum in Thy joy, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Down-going of the Sun.
Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.
Hail unto Thee from the abodes of Day!
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<span style="color: black;">4. Lastly, at Midnight, let him greet the Sun, facing North, giving the sign of his grade, and let him say in a loud voice:
Hail unto Thee who art Kephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Kephra in Thy silence, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Midnight Hour of the Sun.
Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.
Hail unto Thee from the</span> <span style="color: black;">abodes of Evening!
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<span style="color: black;">5. And after each of these invocations thou shalt give the sign of silence<span style="color: black;"> [4],</span> and afterward thou shalt perform the adoration that is taught thee by thy Superior<span style="color: black;"> [5]. And</span> then do thou compose Thyself to holy meditation.
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<span style="color: black;">6. Also it is better if in these adorations thou assume the God-form of Whom thou adorest, as if thou didst unite with Him in the adoration of That which is beyond Him <span style="color: black;">[6].</span>
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<span style="color: black;">7. Thus shalt thou ever be mindful of the Great Work which thou hast undertaken to perform, and thus shalt thou be strengthened to pursue it unto the attainment of the Stone of the wise, the Summum Bonum, True Wisdom and Perfect Happiness.
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<span style="color: black;">1. CC=200 in Roman numerals. The letter Resh in Hebrew has the value of 200.
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<span style="color: black;">2. 666=6x111. [1+2+3+4+5+6...+36: The sum of the numbers in the magic square of the Sun.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">3.</span> ‘the sign of his grade’, this can be substituted with the sign of the grade of Neophyte or more correctly to correspond with the God and the quarter during the adoration: at dawn the sign of Osiris Risen [the X of LVX signs] symbolic of the pentagram (arms crossed, right over left upon the breast). Ra is the Egyptian God of the Sun. At noon the sign of Fire [the sign of the grade of 4=7] and the Goddess Thoum-aesh-neith (extend the fingers on both hands, joining the forefingers and thumbs to form an upward pointing triangle, placed upon the forehead. Ahathoor is an Egyptian Goddess similar to the Greek Aphrodite or the Roman Venus. At sunset the sign of Air [the sign of the grade of 2=9] and the God Shu (arms at right angles and hands facing upwards above the head as if supporting the sky). Tum is the Egyptian God of the West, the setting sun. At midnight the sign of Water [the sign of the grade of 3=8] and the Goddess Auromoth (let the tips of the forefingers and thumbs touch to make a downward pointing triangle, placed upon the solar plexus). Kephra is the Egyptian God depicted as a celestial scarab beetle that rolls the sun across the heavens. All these signs of the grades are given in ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ by Aleister Crowley, plate 3 opposite page 200.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">I adore the might of thy breath,
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<span style="color: black;">Supreme and terrible God,
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<span style="color: black;">Who makest the gods and death
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<span style="color: black;">I, </span><span style="color: black;">I adore thee!
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<span style="color: black;">Appear on the throne of Ra!
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<span style="color: black;">Open the ways of the Khu!
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<span style="color: black;">Lighten the ways of the Ka!
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<span style="color: black;">The ways of the Khabs run through
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<span style="color: black;">To stir me or still me!
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<span style="color: black;">Aum! Let it fill me!
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<span style="color: black;">The light is mine; its rays consume
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<span style="color: black;">Me: I have made a secret door
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<span style="color: black;">Into the House of Ra and Tum,
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<span style="color: black;">Of Kephra and of Ahathoor.
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<span style="color: black;">I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
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<span style="color: black;">The Prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
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<span style="color: black;">By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
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<span style="color: black;">By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
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<span style="color: black;">Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
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<span style="color: black;">Bid me within thine House to dwell,
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<span style="color: black;">O winged snake of light, Hadit!
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<span style="color: black;">Abide with me, Ra-Hooor-Khuit!
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<span style="color: black;">6.</span> For the assumption of God-forms it will help the student to read Liber O Vel Manus et Sagittae, sub figura VI which can be found in The Equinox volume I, number II. p. 11 and in ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ by Aleister Crowley, appendix VI, p. 448 in the Symonds and Grant 1973 publication [1986 edition]. In my own practices I make the small addition of performing the Qabalistic Cross from the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram at the end, thus strengthening the identification with the Tree of Life:
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a. Facing East, touch your forehead and say ‘Ateh’ (Hebrew form of ‘thou’ attributed to Kether on the Tree of Life).</span>
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<span style="color: black;">b. Touch your breast and say ‘Aiwass’ (attributed to Tiphereth on the Tree of Life). You may substitute your own Guardian Angel’s name here when it is known to you.
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<span style="color: black;">c. Touch the genital region and say ‘Malkuth’ (Hebrew for ‘Kingdom’ and attributed to Malkuth on the Tree of Life).
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<span style="color: black;">d. Touch your right shoulder and say ‘Ve-Geburah’ (Hebrew for ‘and the power’ attributed to Geburah on the Tree of Life).
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<span style="color: black;">e. Touch your left shoulder and say ‘Ve-Gedulah’ (Hebrew for ‘and the glory’).
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<span style="color: black;">f. Clasping your hands upon your breast say ‘le-Olahm, Amen’ (Hebrew for ‘To the ages, amen’). [The Qabalistic Cross as given in Liber XXV The Star Ruby may also be substituted]. Following this I end with the words
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<span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">This bountiful bower, where shadows play
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">To the sunlit kissed afternoon;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A sensual enchantment that seals the day
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">For the drawing down of the moon.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A fragrance of roses fills the glade
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Beneath a mad moonlit scene;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Where the willow sheds her murderous shade
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">In a sacred space, serene.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Where tiny creatures stir at night
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Between stone and stretching root;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Scaring those who conjure fright
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And eat of the poisonous fruit.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A foxglove hollow and a madness born;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">A monstrous glimmer of moonlight shook
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The radiant magic till the mystic morn
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Wakes to the shimmering woodland brook.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">And here, by a sacerdotal shrine
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">To the eternal entrancement and sublime
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Quintessence of the heart. He felt
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Drawn to the Law of the strong, but he
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Was held by the grim hand of fate;
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Torn between mankind and misery
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">He chose cold silence - Omnia Pro Veritate!</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Exile from humankind! The snow’s fresh flakes
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<span style="color: black;">Are warmer than men’s hearts. My mind is wrought
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<span style="color: black;">Into dark shapes of solitary thought
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<span style="color: black;">That loves and sympathises, but awakes
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<span style="color: black;">No answering love or pity. What a pang
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<span style="color: black;">Hath this strange solitude to aggravate
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<span style="color: black;">The self-abasement and the blows of Fate!
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<span style="color: black;">No snake of hell hath so severe a fang!
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<span style="color: black;">I am not lower than all men – I feel
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<span style="color: black;">Too keenly. Yet my place is not above,
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<span style="color: black;">Though I have this – unalterable Love
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<span style="color: black;">In every fibre. I am crucified
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<span style="color: black;">Apart on a lone burning crag of steel,
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<span style="color: black;">Tortured, cast out; and yet – I shall abide.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE MASS OF THE PHOENIX</span>
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The Magician, his breast bare, stands before an altar on which are his Burin (2), Bell, Thurible (3), and two of the Cakes of Light (4). In the Sign of the Enterer (5) he reaches West (6) across the Altar, and cries</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: black;">Hail Ra, that goest in Thy bark
</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Into the caverns of the Dark!</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
He gives the sign of Silence (7), and takes the Bell, and Fire, in his hands.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
<em>East of the Altar see me stand
</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>With Light and Musick in mine hand!</em>
</span></div>
<br />
<span style="color: black;">He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em>333 – 55555 – 333</em> (8)
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">and places the Fire in the Thurible .
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
<em>I strike the Bell: I Light the Flame:
</em></span></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">I utter the mysterious name
</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>ABRAHADABRA</em> (9)
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>333 – 55555 – 333</em>
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">
Now I begin to pray: Thou Child,
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Holy Thy name and undefiled!
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Thy reign is come; Thy will is done.
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Bring me through midnight to the Sun!
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Save me from Evil and from Good!</span>
</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">That Thy one crown of all the Ten
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Even now and here be mine. Amen.</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">He puts the first Cake to the Fire of the Thurible.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>I burn the incense-cake, proclaim
</em></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>These adorations of Thy name.</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">He makes them as in Liber Legis (10), and strikes again Eleven times upon the Bell.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
<em>333 – 55555 – 333</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">With the Burin he then makes upon his breast the proper sign (11).
</span><br />
<em><span style="color: black;"></span></em><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Behold this bleeding breast of mine
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Gashed with the sacramental sign!</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
He puts the second Cake to the wound.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">I staunch the blood; the wafer soaks</span>
</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>It up, and the high priest invokes!</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
He eats the second Cake.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear</em>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">As I enflame myself with prayer:</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">
“There is no grace: there is no guilt:
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!”</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
<em>333 – 55555 – 333</em></span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
and cries
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">ABRAHADABRA.</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">I entered in with woe; with mirth
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
</span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">To do my pleasure on the earth</span>
</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: black;">Among the legions of the living.</span></em>
</div>
<br />
<span style="color: black;">He goeth forth.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Notes:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">This Solar Eucharistic ceremony first appeared in Crowley’s ‘The Book of Lies’ [333] in 1913 e.v. as Chapter 44. Also as a companion to the Mass see Chapter 62 in ‘The Book of Lies’. The Mass of the Phoenix is also given in ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ by Crowley in Appendix VI.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1. XLIV= 44 which is DM in Hebrew and means ‘blood’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2. Burin. A sharp pointed metal inscribing tool used for carving symbols and words upon candles etc.
3. Thurible. A covered metal censor for burning incense.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">4. Cakes of Light. See Liber AL vel Legis. III. 23.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">5. The Sign of the Enterer, also the sign of Horus. Step forward onto the left foot and thrust both hands forward. See the illustration ‘Blind Force’ in the ‘Special Supplement’ John St John in The Equinox. Vol I. number 1 (March 1909 e.v.)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">6. West. The setting Sun – Tum, God of the West and of the sun at night.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">7. The Sign of Silence, also the sign of Harpocrates. Right foot faces forward, left foot slightly behind</span> <span style="color: black;">and facing a little to the left. Right forefinger placed upon the lower lip (sometimes the thumb is used). See the illustration ‘The Silent Watcher’ facing page 6 in The Equinox. Vol I. number 1 (March 1909 e.v.)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">8. Eleven times upon the Bell. 11 is the number of Magick and the battery of strikes upon the Bell have a planetary significance: 3= Saturn and 5= Mars.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">9. ABRAHADABRA. As Thelema is the Word of the Law, ABRAHADABRA is the Magick Word of the Aeon of Horus. The eleven letters represent the Great Work accomplished for they declare the union of that which is above and that which is below, the Macrocosm and the Microcosm, the Hexagram and the Pentagram or Spirit and man. The five letter A’s (Alephs) symbolise the pentagram and the other six letters the Hexagram. The Word has the value of 418 in the Hebrew numerical system of the Qabbalah which is the number of the Great Work. It is also the number of the letter Cheth spelled in full. Crowley’s home on the banks of Loch Ness ‘Boleskine’ also has the value of 418: Beth, Vau, Lamed, shin, kaph, Yod, Nun =418 and so does AIWASS. See Liber 777 ‘Sepher Sephiroth’, ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ part III, Chapter 7; ‘The Temple of Solomon the King’ in The Equinox. Vol I. number v and vii.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">10. The Adorations are given in Liber AL vel Legis. III. 37-38.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unity uttermost showed!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I adore the might of thy breath,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Supreme and terrible God,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Who makest the gods and death
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To tremble before Thee:
I, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I adore thee!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Appear on the throne of Ra!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Open the ways of the Khu!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Lighten the ways of the Ka!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The ways of the Khabs run through
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To stir me or still me!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Aum! </span><span style="color: black;">Let it fill me!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The light is mine; its rays consume
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Me: I have made a secret door
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Into the House of Ra and Tum,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of Kephra and of Ahathoor.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bid me within thine House to dwell,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">O winged snake of light, Hadit!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Abide with me, Ra-Hooor-Khuit!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">
11. The proper sign. An ‘X’ within a circle or the Mark of the Beast: the sun and the moon conjoined. Having been charged by the solar energy, the blood is consumed by the Magician which then nourishes the body. The literal form of this Mass is simplistic and beautiful but I believe Crowley had no intention of its practitioners inflicting harm upon themselves on a daily basis and for this matter Chapter 12 ‘Of the Bloody Sacrifice’ in ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’ should be made a careful study of.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">'For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect'.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Liber AL: I,44.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">LINES UPON A PORTRAIT OF MISTER EDWARD ALEXANDER CROWLEY</span>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Lion, you fix your stare upon your prey
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And sit, as some oyster-gorged demi-god;
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> With eyes like Death's nostrils, smoking hate,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And your fingers manicured like vampire stakes.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Dreamer of discord and demons and darkness -
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Confuser of hearts and sex: you sit
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Like a bow-tied Osiris, adrift in the tomb,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> With a brain full of chess nonsense...
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
And the menace of Choronzon's distant star
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Penetrates beyond the confines of mind,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Bent with hunger, the soul assumes
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A persistence of darkness that remains
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> As you stagger shaven-headed into the unknown -
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Nosferatu bringing pestilence from afar...</span>
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<br />
<span style="color: black;"> And in old age - a portly Pan
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Sipping Cognac at the Cafe Royal,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Manipulating forces around you
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> With simple gestures and words of power.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And his eyes through winding pipe smoke glare
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> As death flowers, amidst the stones,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Dark with pagan poetry... Flames
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Toast his solemn heart... He comes
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Like a huge bulk of Godhood, summoned
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> To the enchanted scent of flesh and song! </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And in your defence, Monsieur Beast,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A sigh of surety and relief,
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Handed down and placed in hearts -
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A kiss from Kingdoms great and far:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A law unto our lovely star
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And a dream of love for who we are! </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Sat like Satan in your Trinity room -
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Great Beast of your mother - Leamington man!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Lilith-scented, you huffed and you puffed
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Through the galaxies of faith and waste;
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Through the gardens of the damned
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And every haunted place... But
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> What was said? What bombs of wit
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Were delivered before the camera click? </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> With your sails full, you were unstoppable, </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Crossing continents... a cocained collosus
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Who had outgrown the human, and known
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> The habitation of the Gods, and what they are.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> But the human lingered still, and sat
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Heavy with its failures on your brow -
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> And now, what man of iron will shall come
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> To watch over the aeon, and sing
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A lament for the World Ash, wonder sap? </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
A song of all time, to bring
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> A light from afar, to worship still -</span>
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"> Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> Love is the law, love under will.</span>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Barry Van-Asten</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;">LIBER CL
</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">DE LEGE LIBELLUM
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Preface </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE LAW</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">
<em>Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.</em>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">IN RIGHTEOUSNESS OF HEART come hither, and listen: for it is I, TO MEGA THERION, who gave this Law unto everyone that holdeth himself holy. It is I, not another, that willeth your whole Freedom, and the arising within you of full Knowledge and Power. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Behold! the Kingdom of God is within you, even as the Sun standeth eternal in the heavens, equal at midnight and at noon. He riseth not: he setteth not: it is but the shadow of the earth which concealeth him, or the clouds upon her face.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Let me then declare unto you this Mystery of the Law, as it hath been made known unto me in divers places, upon the mountains and in the deserts, but also in great cities, which thing I speak for your comfort and good courage. And so be it unto all of you. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Know first, that from the Law spring four Rays or Emanations: so that if the Law be the centre of your own being, they must needs fill you with their secret goodness. And these four are Light, Life, Love, and Liberty. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
By Light shall ye look upon yourselves, and behold All Things that are in Truth One Thing only, whose name hath been called No Thing for a cause which later shall be declared unto you. But the substance of Light is Life, since without Existence and Energy it were naught. By Life therefore are</span> <span style="color: black;">you made yourselves, eternal and incorruptible, flaming forth as suns, self-created and self-supported, each the sole centre of the Universe.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Now by the Light ye beheld, by Love ye feel. There is an ecstacy of pure Knowledge, and another of pure Love. And this Love is the force that uniteth things diverse, for the contemplation in Light of their Oneness. Know that the Universe is not at rest, but in extreme motion whose sum is Rest. And this understanding that Stability is Change, and Change Stability, that Being is Becoming, and Becoming Being, is the Key to the Golden Palace of this Law. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Lastly, by Liberty is the power to direct your course according to your Will. For the extent of the Universe is without bounds, and ye are free to make your pleasure as ye will, seeing that the diversity of being is infinite also. For this also is the Joy of the Law, that no two stars are alike, and ye must understand also that this Multiplicity is itself Unity, and without it Unity could not be. And this is an hard saying against Reason: ye shall comprehend, when, rising above Reason, which is but a manipulation of the Mind, ye come to pure Knowledge by direct perception of the Truth.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Know also that these four Emanations of the Law flame forth upon all paths: ye shall use them not only in these Highways of the Universe whereof I have written, but in every By-path of your daily life. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
Love is the law, love under will.</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
</span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">
OF LIBERTY</span>
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<span style="color: black;">IT IS OF LIBERTY that I would first write unto you, for except ye be free to act, ye cannot act. Yet all four gifts of the Law must in some degree be exercised, seeing that these four are one. But for the Aspirant that cometh unto the Master, the first need is freedom.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The great bond of all bonds is ignorance. How shall a man be free to act if he know not his own purpose? You must therefore first of all discover which star of all the stars you are, your relation to the other stars about you, and your relation to, and identity with, the Whole. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
In our Holy Books are given sundry means of making this discovery, and each must make it for himself, attaining absolute conviction by direct experience, not merely reasoning and calculating what is probable. And to each will come the knowledge of his finite will, whereby one is a poet, one prophet, one worker in steel, another in jade. But also to each be the knowledge of his infinite Will, his destiny to perform the Great Work, the realization of his True Self. Of this Will let me therefore speak clearly unto all, since it pertaineth unto all. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Understand now that in yourselves is a certain discontent. Analyse well its nature: at the end is in every case one conclusion. The ill springs from the belief in two things, the Self and the Not-Self, and the conflict between them. This also is a restriction of the Will. He who is sick is in conflict with his own body: he who is poor is at odds with society: and so for the rest. Ultimately, therefore, the problem is how to destroy this perception of duality, to attain to the apprehension of unity.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Now then let us suppose that you have come to the Master, and that He has declared to you the Way</span> <span style="color: black;">of this attainment. What hindereth you? Alas! there is yet much Freedom afar off.
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<span style="color: black;">Understand clearly this: that if you are sure of your Will, and sure of your means, then any thoughts or actions which are contrary to those means are contrary also to that Will. </span><br />
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If therefore the Master should enjoin upon you a Vow of Holy Obedience, compliance is not a surrender of the Will, but a fulfilment thereof. </span><br />
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For see, what hindereth you? It is either from without or from within, or both. It may be easy for the strong-minded seeker to put his heel upon public opinion, or to tear from his heart the objects which he loves, in a sense: but there will always remain in himself many discordant affections, as also the bond of habit, and these also must he conquer. </span><br />
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In our holiest Book it is written: “Thou hast no right but to do thy will. Do that, and no other shall say nay.” Write it also in your heart and in your brain: for this is the key of the whole matter. </span><br />
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Here Nature herself be your preacher: for in every phenomenon of force and motion doth she proclaim aloud this truth. Even in so small a matter as driving a nail into a plank, hear this same sermon. Your nail must be hard, smooth, fine-pointed, or it will not move swiftly in the direction willed. Imagine then a nail of tinder-wood with twenty points--it is verily no longer a nail. Yet nigh all mankind are like unto this. They wish a dozen different careers; and the force which might have been sufficient to attain eminence in one is wasted on the others: they are null. </span><br />
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Here then let me make open confession, and say thus: though I pledged myself almost in boyhood to the Great Work, though to my aid came the most puissant forces in the whole Universe to hold me to it, though habit itself now constraineth me in the right direction, yet I have not fulfilled my Will: I</span> <span style="color: black;">turn aside daily from the appointed task. I waver. I falter. I lag. </span><br />
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Let this then be of great comfort to you all, that if I be so imperfect--and for very shame I have not emphasized that imperfection--if I, the chosen one, still fail, then how easy for yourselves to surpass me! Or, should you only equal me, then even so how great attainment should be yours! </span><br />
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Be of good cheer, therefore, since both my failure and my success are arguments of courage for yourselves.
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<span style="color: black;">Search yourselves cunningly, I pray you, analysing your inmost thoughts. And first you shall discard all those gross obvious hindrances to your Will: idleness, foolish friendships, waste employments or enjoyments, I will not enumerate the conspirators against the welfare of your State. </span><br />
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Next, find the minimum of daily time which is in good sooth necessary to your natural life. The rest you shall devote to the True Means of your Attainment. And even these necessary hours you shall consecrate to the Great Work, saying consciously always while at these Tasks that you perform them only in order to preserve your body and mind in health for the right application to that sublime and single Object.
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<span style="color: black;">It shall not be very long before you come to understand that such a life is the true Liberty. You will feel distractions from your Will as being what they are. They will no longer appear pleasant and attractive, but as bonds, as shames. And when you have attained this point, know that you have passed the Middle Gate of this Path. For you will have unified your Will.
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<span style="color: black;">Even thus, were a man sitting in a theatre where the play wearies him, he would welcome every distraction, and find amusement in any accident: but if he were intent upon the play, every such</span> <span style="color: black;">incident would annoy him. His attitude to these is then an indication of his attitude towards the play itself.
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<span style="color: black;">At first the habit of attention is hard to acquire. Persevere, and you will have spasms of revulsion periodically. Reason itself will attack you, saying: how can so strict a bondage be the Path of Freedom?
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<span style="color: black;">Persevere. You have never yet known Liberty. When the temptations are overcome, the voice of Reason silenced, then will your soul bound forward unhampered upon its chosen course, and for the first time will you experience the extreme delight of being Master of Yourself, and therefore of the Universe.
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<span style="color: black;">When this is fully attained, when you sit securely in the saddle, then you may enjoy also all those distractions which first pleased you and then angered you. Now then will do neither any more: for they are your slaves and toys.
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<span style="color: black;">Until you have reached this point, you are not wholly free. You must kill out desire, and kill out fear. The end of all is the power to live according to your own nature, without danger that one part may develop to the detriment of the whole, or concern lest that danger should arise. </span><br />
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The sot drinks, and is drunken: the coward drinks not, and shivers: the wise man, brave and free, drinks, and gives glory to the Most High God.
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<span style="color: black;">This then is the Law of Liberty: you possess all Liberty in your own right, but you must buttress Right with Might: you must win Freedom for yourself in many a war. Woe unto the children who sleep in the Freedom that their forefathers won for them!</span> <br />
<span style="color: black;">“There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt:” but it is only the greatest of the race who have the strength and courage to obey it. </span><br />
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O man! behold thyself! With what pains wast thou fashioned! What ages have gone to thy shaping! The history of the planet is woven into the very substance of thy brain! Was all this for naught? Is there no purpose in thee? Wast thou made thus that thou shouldst eat, and breed, and die? Think it not so! Thou dost incorporate so many elements, thou art the fruit of so many aeons of labour, thou art fashioned thus as thou art, and not otherwise, for some colossal End. </span><br />
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Nerve thyself, then, to seek it and to do it. Naught can satisfy thee but the fulfilment of thy transcendent Will, that is hidden within thee. For this, then, up to arms! Win thine own Freedom for thyself! Strike hard!
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">II
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">OF LOVE</span>
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<span style="color: black;">IT IS WRITTEN that “Love is the law, love under will.” Herein is an Arcanum concealed, for in the Greek Language Agape, Love, is of the same numerical value as Thelema, Will. By this we understand that the Universal Will is of the nature of Love. </span><br />
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Now Love is the enkindling in ecstacy of Two that will to become One. It is thus an Universal formula of High Magick. For see now how all things, being in sorrow caused by dividuality, must of necessity will Oneness as their medicine. </span><br />
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Here also is Nature monitor to them that seek Wisdom at her breast: for in the uniting of elements of opposite polarities is there a glory of heat, of light, and of electricity. Thus also in mankind do we behold the spiritual fruit of poetry and all genius, arising from the seed of what is but an animal gesture, in the estimation of such as are schooled in Philosophy. And it is to be noted strongly that the most violent and divine passions are those between people of utterly unharmonious natures. </span><br />
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But now I would have you to know that in the mind are no such limitations in respect of species as</span> <span style="color: black;">prevent a man falling in love with an inanimate object, or an idea. For to him that is in any wise advanced upon the Way of Meditation it appears that all objects save the One Object are distasteful, even as appeared formerly in respect of his chance wishes to the Will. So therefore all objects must be grasped by the mind, and heated in the sevenfold furnace of Love, until with explosion of ecstacy they unite, and disappear, for they, being imperfect, are destroyed utterly in the creation of the Perfection of Union, even as the persons of the Lover and the Beloved are fused into the spiritual gold of Love, which knoweth no person, but comprehendeth all. </span><br />
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Yet since each star is but one star, and the coming together of any two is but one partial rapture, so must the aspirant to our holy Science and Art increase constantly by this method of assimilating ideas, that in the end, become capable of apprehending the Universe in one thought, he may leap forth upon It with the massed violence of his Self, and destroying both these, become that Unity whose name is No Thing. Seek ye all therefore constantly to unite yourselves in rapture with each and every thing that is, and that by utmost passion and lust of Union. To this end take chiefly all such things as are naturally repulsive. For what is pleasant is assimilated easily and without ecstacy: it is in the transfiguration of the loathsome and abhorred into The Beloved that the Self is shaken to the root in Love.
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<span style="color: black;">Thus in human love also we see that mediocrities among men mate with null women: but History teacheth us that the supreme masters of the world seek ever the vilest and most horrible creatures for their concubines, overstepping even the limiting laws of sex and species in their necessity to transcend normality. It is not enough in such natures to excite lust or passion: the imagination itself must be enflamed by every means. </span><br />
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For us, then, emancipated from all base law, what shall we do to satisfy our Will to Unity? No less a mistress than the Universe: no lupanar more cramped than Infinite Space: no night of rape that is not co-eval with Eternity!
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<span style="color: black;">Consider that as Love is mighty to bring forth all Ecstacy, so absence of Love is the greatest craving. Whoso is balked in Love suffereth indeed, but he that hath not actively that passion in his heart towards some object is weary with the ache of craving. And this state is called mystically “Dryness.” For this there is, as I believe, no cure but patient persistence in a Rule of life.
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<span style="color: black;">But this Dryness hath its virtue, in that thereby the soul is purged of those things that impeach the Will: for when the drouth is altogether perfect, then is it certain that by no means can the Soul be satisfied, save by the Accomplishment of the Great Work. And this is in strong souls a stimulus to the Will. It is the Furnace of Thirst that burneth up all dross within us.
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<span style="color: black;">But to each act of Will is a particular Dryness corresponding: and as Love increaseth within you, so doth the torment of His absence. Be this also unto you for a consolation in the ordeal! Moreover, the more fierce the plague of impotence, the more swiftly and suddenly is it wont to abate. </span><br />
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Here is the method of Love in Meditation. Let the Aspirant first practice and then discipline himself in the Art of fixing the attention upon any thing whatsoever at will, without permitting the least imaginable distraction. </span><br />
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Let him also practice the art of the Analysis of Ideas, and that of refusing to allow the mind its natural reaction to them, pleasant or unpleasant, thus fixing himself in Simplicity and Indifference. These things being achieved in their ripe season, be it known to you that all ideas will have become equal to your apprehension, since each is simple and each indifferent: any one of them remaining in the mind at Will without stirring or striving, or tending to pass on to any other. But each idea will possess one special quality common to all: this, that no one of any of them is The Self, inasmuch as it is perceived by The Self as Something Opposite.
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<span style="color: black;">When this is thorough and profound in the impact of its realization, then is the moment for the aspirant to direct his Will to Love upon it, so that his whole consciousness findeth focus upon that One Idea. And at the first it may be fixed and dead, or lightly held. This may then pass into dryness, or into repulsion. Then at last by pure persistence in that Act of Will to Love, shall Love himself arise, as a bird, as a flame, as a song, and the whole Soul shall wing a fiery path of music unto the Ultimate Heaven of Possession. </span><br />
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Now in this method there are many roads and ways, some simple and direct, some hidden and mysterious, even as it is with human love whereof no man hath made so much as the first sketches for a Map: for Love is infinite in diversity even as are the Stars. For this cause do I leave Love himself master in the heart of every one of you: for he shall teach you rightly if you but serve him with diligence and devotion even to abandonment. </span><br />
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Nor shall you take umbrage or surprise at the strange pranks that he shall play: for He is a wayward boy and wanton, wise in the Wiles of Aphrodite Our Lady His sweet Mother: and all His jests and cruelties are spices in a confection cunning as no art may match. </span><br />
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Rejoice therefore in all His play, not remitting in any wise your own ardour, but glowing with the sting of His whips, and making of Laughter itself a sacrament adjuvant to Love, even as in the Wine of Rheims is sparkle and bite, like as they were ministers to the High Priest of its Intoxication.
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<span style="color: black;">It is also fit that I write to you of the importance of Purity in Love. Now this matter concerneth not in any wise the object or the method of the practice: the one thing essential is that no alien element should intrude. And this is of most particular pertinence to the aspirant in that primary and mundane aspect of his work wherein he establisheth himself in the method through his natural affections. </span><br />
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For know, that all things are masks or symbols of the One Truth, and nature serveth alway to point out the higher perfection under the veil of the lower perfection. So then all the Art and Craft of human love shall serve you as an hieroglyphic: for it is written that That which is above is like that which is below: and That which is below is like that which is above. </span><br />
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Therefore also doth it behoove you to take well heed lest in any manner you fail in this business of purity. For though each act is to be complete on its own plane, and no influence of any other plane is to be brought in for interference or admixture, for that such is all impurity, yet each act should in itself be so complete and perfect that it is a mirror of the perfection of every other plane, and thereby becometh partaker of the pure Light of the highest. Also, since all acts are to be acts of Will in Freedom on every plane, all planes are in reality but one: and thus the lowest expression of any function of that Will is to be at the same time an expression of the highest Will, or only true Will, which is that already implied in the acceptance of the Law.
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<span style="color: black;">Be it also well understood of you that it is not necessary or right to shut off natural activity of any kind, as certain false folk, eunuchs of the spirit, most foully teach, to the destruction of many. For in every thing soever inhereth its own perfection proper to it, and to neglect the full operation and function of any one part bringeth distortion and degeneration to the whole. Act therefore in all ways, but transforming the effect of all these ways to the One Way of the Will. And this is possible, because all ways are in actual Truth One Way, the Universe being itself One and One Only, and its appearance as Multiplicity that cardinal illusion which it is the very object of Love to dissipate. </span><br />
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In the achievement of Love are two principles, that of mastering and that of yielding. But the nature of these is hard to explain, for they are subtle, and are best taught by Love Himself in the course of the operations. But it is to be said generally that the choice of one formula or the other is automatic, being the work of that inmost Will which is alive within you. Seek not then to determine consciously this decision, for herein true instinct is not liable to err.</span><br />
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But now I end, without further words: for in our Holy Books are written many details of the actual practices of Love. And those are the best and truest which are most subtly written in symbol and image, especially in Tragedy and Comedy, for the whole nature of these things is in this kind, Life itself being but the fruit of the flower of Love.
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<span style="color: black;">It is then of Life that I must needs now write to you, seeing that by every act of Will in Love you are creating it, a quintessence more mysterious and joyous than you deem, for this which men call life is but a shadow of that true Life, your birthright, and the gift of the Law of Thelema. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">III
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">OF LIFE</span>
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<span style="color: black;">SYSTOLE AND DIASTOLE: these are the phases of all component things. Of such also is the life of man. Its curve arises from the latency of the fertilized ovum, say you, to a zenith whence it declines to the nullity of death? Rightly considered, this is not wholly truth. The life of man is but one segment of a serpentine curve which reaches out to infinity, and its zeros but mark the changes from the plus to minus, and minus to plus, coefficients of its equation. It is for this cause, among many others, that wise men in old time chose the Serpent as the Hieroglyph of Life.
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<span style="color: black;">Life then is indestructible as all else is. All destruction and construction are changes in the nature of Love, as I have written to you in the former chapter proximate. Yet even as the blood in one pulse-throb of the wrist is not the same blood as that in the next, so individuality is in part destroyed as each life passeth; nay, even with each thought.
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<span style="color: black;">What then maketh man, if he dieth and is reborn a changeling with each breath? This: the consciousness of continuity given by memory, the conception of his Self as something whose existence, far from being threatened by these changes, is in verity assured by them. Let then the aspirant to the sacred Wisdom consider his Self no more as one segment of the Serpent, but as the whole. Let him extend his consciousness to regard both birth and death as incidents trivial as systole and diastole of the heart itself, and necessary as they to its function.
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<span style="color: black;">To fix the mind in this apprehension of Life, two modes are preferred, as preliminary to the greater realizations to be discussed in their proper order, experiences which transcend even those attainments of Liberty and Love of which I have hitherto written, and this of Life which I now inscribe in this my little book which I am making for you so that you may come unto the Great Fulfilment.
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<span style="color: black;">The first mode is the acquisition of the Magical Memory so-called, and the means is described with accuracy and clearness in certain of our Holy Books. But for nearly all men this is found to be a practice of exceeding difficulty. Let then the aspirant follow the impulse of his own Will in the decision to choose this or no.
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<span style="color: black;">The second mode is easy, agreeable, not tedious, and in the end as certain as the other. But as the way of error in the former lieth in Discouragement, so in the latter are you to be ware of False Paths. I may say indeed generally of all Works, that there are two dangers, the obstacle of Failure, and the snare of Success.
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<span style="color: black;">Now this second mode is to dissociate the beings which make up your life. Firstly, because it is easiest, you should segregate that Form which is called the Body of Light (and also by many other names) and set yourself to travel in this Form, making systematic exploration of those worlds which are to other material things what your own Body of Light is to your own material form.
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<span style="color: black;">Now it will occur to you in these travels that you come to many Gates which you are not able to pass. This is because your Body of Light is itself as yet not strong enough, or subtle enough, or pure enough: and you must then learn to dissociate the elements of that Body by a process similar to the first, your consciousness remaining in the higher and leaving the lower. In this practice do you continue, bending your Will like a great Bow to drive the Arrow of your consciousness through heavens ever higher and holier. But the continuance in this Way is itself of vital value: for it shall be that presently habit herself shall persuade you that the body which is born and dieth within so little a space as one cycle of Neptune in the Zodiac is no essential of your Self, that the Life of which you are become partaker, while itself subject to the Law of action and reaction, ebb and flow, systole and diastole, is yet insensible to the afflictions of that life which you formerly held to be your sole bond with Existence.
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<span style="color: black;">And here must you resolve your Self to make the mightiest endeavours: for so flowered are the meadows of this Eden, and so sweet the fruit of its orchards, that you will love to linger among them, and to take delight in sloth and dalliance therein. Therefore I write to you with energy that you should not do thus to the hindrance of your true progress, because all these enjoyments are dependent upon duality, so that their true name is Sorrow of Illusion, like that of the normal life of man, which you have set out to transcend.
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<span style="color: black;">Be it according to your Will, but learn this, that (as it is written) they only are happy who have desired the unattainable. It is then best, ultimately, if it be your Will to find alway your chiefest pleasure in Love, that is, in Conquest, and in Death, that is, in Surrender, as I have written to you already. Thus then you shall delight in these delights aforesaid, but only as toys, holding your manhood firm and keen to pierce to deeper and holier ecstacies without arrest of Will.
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<span style="color: black;">Furthermore, I would have you to know that in this practice, pursued with ardour unquenchable, is this especial grace, that you will come as it were by fortune into states which transcend the practice itself, being of the nature of those Works of Pure Light of which I will to write to you in the chapter following after this. For there be certain Gates which no being who is still conscious of dividuality, that is, of the Self and not-Self as opposites, may pass through: and in the storming of those Gates by fiery assault of lust celestial, your flame will burn vehemently against your gross Self, though it be already divine beyond your present imagining, and devour it in a mystical death, so that in the Passing of the Gate all is dissolved in formless Light of Unity.
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<span style="color: black;">Now then, returning from these states of being, and in the return also there is a Mystery of Joy, you will be weaned from the Milk of Darkness of the Moon, and made partaker of the Sacrament of Wine that is the blood of the Sun. Yet at the first there may be shock and conflict, for the old thought persists by force of its habit: it is for you to create by repeated act the true right habit of this consciousness of the Life which abideth in Light. And this is easy, if your will be strong: for the true Life is so much more vivid and quintessential than the false that (as I rudely estimate) one hour of the former makes an impression on the memory equal to one year of the latter. One single experience, in duration it may be but a few seconds of terrestrial time, is sufficient to destroy the belief in the reality of our vain life on earth: but this wears gradually away if the consciousness, through shock or fear, adhere not to it, and the Will strive not continually to repetition of that bliss, more beautiful and terrible than death, which it hath won by virtue of Love.
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<span style="color: black;">There be moreover many other modes of attaining the apprehension of true Life, and these two following are of much value in breaking up the ice of your mortal error in the vision of your being. And of these the first is the constant contemplation of the Identity of Love and Death, and the understanding of the dissolution of the body as an Act of Love done upon the Body of the Universe, as also it is written at length in our Holy Books. And with this goeth, as it were sister with twin brother, the practice of mortal love as a sacrament symbolical of that great Death: as it is written “Kill thyself”: and again “Die daily.”
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<span style="color: black;">And the second of these lesser modes is the practice of the mental apprehension and analysis of ideas, mainly as I have already taught you, but with especial emphasis in choice of things naturally repulsive, in particular, death itself, and its phenomena ancillary. Thus the Buddha bade his disciples to meditate upon Ten Impurities, that is, upon ten cases of death of decomposition, so that the Aspirant, identifying himself with his own corpse in all these imagined forms, might lose the natural horror, loathing, fear or disgust which he might have had for them. Know this, that every idea of every sort becomes unreal, phantastic, and most manifest illusion, if it be subjected to persistent investigation, with concentration. And this is particularly easy to attain in the case of all bodily impressions, because all material things, and especially those of which we are first conscious, namely, our own bodies, are the grossest and most unnatural of all falsities. For there is in us all, latent, that Light wherein no error may endure, and It already teaches our instinct to reject first of all those veils which are most closely wrapt about It. Thus also in meditation it is (for many men) most profitable to concentrate the Will to Love upon the sacred centres of nervous force: for they, like all things, are apt images or true reflexions of their semblables in finer spheres: so that, their gross natures being dissipated by the dissolving acid of the Meditation, their finer souls appear (so to speak) naked, and display their force and glory in the consciousness of the aspirant.
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<span style="color: black;">Yea, verily, let your Will to Love burn eagerly toward this creation in yourselves of the true Life that rolls its waves across the shoreless sea of Time! Live not your petty lives in fear of the hours! The Moon and Sun and Stars by which ye measure Time are themselves but servants of that Life which pulses in you, joyous drum-beat as you march triumphant through the Avenue of the Ages. Then, when each birth and death of yours are recognized in this perception as mere milestones on your ever-living Road, what of the foolish incidents of your mean lives? Are they not grains of sand blown by the desert wind, or pebbles that you spurn with your winged feet, or grassy hollows were you press the yielding and elastic turf and moss with lyrical dances? To him who lives in Life naught matters: his is eternal motion, energy, delight of never-failing Change: unwearied, you pass on from aeon to aeon, from star to star, the Universe your playground, its infinite variety of sport ever old and ever new. All those ideas which bred sorrow and fear are known in their truth, and thus become the seed of joy: for you are certain beyond all proof that you can never die; that, though you change, change is part of your own nature: the Great Enemy is become the Great Ally.
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<span style="color: black;">And now, rooted in this perfection, your Self become the very Tree of Life, you have a fulcrum for your lever: you are ready to understand that this pulsation of Unity is itself Duality, and therefore, in the highest and most sacred sense, still Sorrow and Illusion; which having comprehended, aspire yet again, even unto the Fourth of the Gifts of the Law, unto the End of the Path, even unto Light.
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">IV
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">OF LIGHT</span>
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<span style="color: black;">I PRAY YOU, be patient with me in that which I shall write concerning Light: for here is a difficulty, ever increasing, in the use of words. Moreover, I am myself carried away constantly and overwhelmed by the sublimity of this matter, so that plain speech may whirl into lyric, when I would plod peaceably with didactic, expression. My best hope is that you may understand by virtue of the sympathy of your intuition, even as two lovers may converse in language as unintelligible to others as it seemeth silly, wanton, and dull, or as in that other intoxication given by Ether the partakers commune with infinite wit, or wisdom, as the mood taketh them, by means of a word or a gesture, being initiated to apprehension by the subtlety of the drug. So may I that am inflamed with love of this Light, and drunken on the wine Ethereal of this Light, communicate not so much with your reason and intelligence, but with that principle hidden in yourself which is ready to partake with me. Even so may man and woman become mad with love, no word being spoken between them, because of the induction (as it were) of their souls. And your understanding will depend upon your ripeness for perception of my Truth. Moreover, if so be that Light in you be ready to break forth, then Light will interpret to you these dark words in the language of Light, even as a string inanimate, duly adjusted, will vibrate to its peculiar tone, struck on another cord. Read, therefore, not only with the eye and brain, but with the rhythm of the Life which you have attained by your Will to Love quickened to dancing measure by these words, which are the movements of the wand of my Will to Love, and so to enkindle your Life to Light.
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<span style="color: black;">In this mood did I interrupt myself in the writing of this my little book, and for two days and nights sleeplessly have I made consideration, wrestling vehemently with my spirit, lest by haste or carelessness I might fail toward you.
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<span style="color: black;">In exercise of Will and of Love are implied motion and change, but in Life is gained an Unity which moveth and changeth only in pulse or in phase, and is even as music. Yet in the attainment of this Life you will already have experienced that the Quintessence thereof is pure Light, an ecstacy formless, and without bound or mark. In this Light naught exists, for It is homogeneous: and therefore have men called it Silence, and Darkness, and Nothing. But in this, as in all other effort to name it, is the root of every falsity and misapprehension, since all words imply some duality. Therefore, though I call it Light, it is not Light, nor absence of Light. Many also have sought to describe it by contradictions, since through transcendent negation of all speech it may by some natures be attained. Also by images and symbols have men striven to express it: but always in vain. Yet those that were ready to apprehend the nature of this Light have understood by sympathy: and so shall it be with you who read this little book, loving it. However, be it known unto you that the best of all instruction on this matter, and the Word best suited to the Aeon of Horus, is written in The Book of the Law. Yet also the Book Ararita is right worthy in the Work of the Light, as Trigrammaton in that of Will, Cordis Cincti Serpente in the Way of Love, and Liberi in that of Life. All these Books also concern all these Four Gifts, for in the end you will see that every one is inseparable from every other.
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<span style="color: black;">I wish to write to you with regard to the number 93, the number of Velhma. For it is not only the number of its interpretation Agaph, but also that of a Word unknown to you unless you be Neophyte of our Holy Order of the A∴A∴ which word representeth in itself the arising of the Speech from the Silence, and the return thereunto in the End. Now this number 93 is thrice 31, which is in Hebrew LA, that is to say NOT, and so it denieth extension in the three dimensions of Space. Also I would have you to meditate most closely upon the name NU that is 56, which we are told to divide, add, multiply, and understand. By division cometh forth 0.12, as if it were written Nuith! Hadith! Ra- Hoor-Khuith! before the Dyad. By addition ariseth Eleven, the number of True Magick: and by multiplication Three Hundred, the Number of the Holy Spirit or Fire, the letter Shin, wherein all things are consumed utterly. With these considerations, and a full understanding of the mysteries of the Numbers 666 and 418, you will be armed mightily in this Way of far flight. But you should also consider all numbers in their scales. For there is no means of resolution better than this of pure mathematics, since already therein are gross ideas made fine, and all is ordered and ready for the Alchemy of the Great Work.
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<span style="color: black;">I have already written to you of how, in the Will of Love, Light ariseth as the secret part of Life. And in the first, the little, Loves, the attained Life is still personal: later, it becometh impersonal and universal. Now then is Will arrived, may I say so, at its magnetic pole, whence the lines of force point alike every way and no way: and Love also is no more a work, but a state. These qualities are become part of the Universal Life, which proceedeth infinitely with the enjoyment of the Will, and of Love as inherent therein. These things therefore, in their perfection, have lost their names, and their natures. Yet these were the Substance of Life, its Father and Mother: and without their operation and impact Life itself will gradually cease its pulsations. But since the infinite energy of the whole Universe is therein, what then is possible but that it return to its own First Intention, dissolving itself little by little into that Light which is its most secret and most subtle Nature?
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<span style="color: black;">For this Universe is in Truth Zero, being an equation whereof Zero is the sum. Whereof this is the proof, that if not, it would be unbalanced, and something would have come from Nothing, which is absurd. This Light or Nothing is then the Resultant or Totality thereof in pure Perfection; and all other states, positive or negative, are imperfect, since they omit their opposites.
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<span style="color: black;">Yet, I would have you consider that this equality or identity of equation between all things and No thing is most absolute, so that you will remain no more in the one than you did in the other. And you will understand this greatest Mystery very easily in the light of those other experiences which you will have enjoyed, wherein motion and rest, change and stability, and many other subtle opposites, have been redeemed to identity by the force of your holy meditation.
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<span style="color: black;">The greatest gift of the Law, then, cometh forth by the most perfect practice of the Three Lesser Gifts. And so thoroughly must you travail in this Work that you are able to pass from one side of the equation to the other at will: nay, to comprehend the whole at once, and for ever. This then your time-and-space-bound soul shall travel according to its nature in its orbit, revealing the Law to them that walk in chains, for that this is your particular function.
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<span style="color: black;">Now here is the Mystery of the Origin of Evil. Firstly, by Evil we mean that which is in opposition to our own wills: it is therefore a relative, and not an absolute, term. For everything which is the greatest evil of some one is the greatest good of some other, just as the hardness of the wood which wearieth the axeman is the safety of him that ventureth himself upon the sea in a ship built of that wood. And this is a truth easy to apprehend, being superficial, and intelligible to the common mind.
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<span style="color: black;">All evil is thus relative, or apparent, or illusory: but, returning to philosophy, I will repeat that its root is always in duality. Therefore the escape from this apparent evil is to seek the Unity, which you shall do as I have already shewn you. But I will now make mention of that which is written concerning this in The Book of the Law.
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<span style="color: black;">The first step being Will, Evil appears as by this definition, “all that hinders the execution of the Will.” Therefore is it written: “The word of Sin is Restriction.” It should also be noted that in The Book of the Thirty Aethyrs {Book 418} Evil appears as Choronzon whose number is 333, which in Greek importeth Impotence and Idleness: and the nature of Choronzon is Dispersion and Incoherence.
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<span style="color: black;">Then in the Way of Love Evil appears as “all that which tends to prevent the Union of any two things.” Thus The Book of the Law sayeth, under the figure of the Voice of Nuit: “take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.” For every act of Love must be “under will,” that is, in accordance with the True Will, which is not to rest content with things partial and transitory, but to proceed firmly to the End. So also, in The Book of the Thirty Aethyrs, the Black Brothers are those who shut themselves up, unwilling to destroy themselves by Love.
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<span style="color: black;">Thirdly, in the Way of Life Evil appears under a subtler form as “all that which is not impersonal and universal.” Here The Book of the Law, by the Voice of Hadit, informeth us: “In the sphere I am everywhere the centre”. And again: “I am Life and the giver of Life” {....} “‘Come unto me’ is a foolish word: for it is I that go.” “For I am perfect, being Not”. For this Life is in every place and time at once, so that in It these limitations no longer exist. And you will have seen this for yourself, that in every act of Love time and space disappear with the creation of the Life by its virtue, as also doth personality itself. For the third time, then, in even subtler sense, “The word of Sin is Restriction.”
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<span style="color: black;">Lastly, in the Way of Light this same versicle is the key to the conception of Evil. But here Restriction is in the failure to solve the Great Equation, and, later, to prefer one expression or phase of the Universe to the other. Against this we are warned in The Book of the Law by the Word of Nuit, saying: “None” {....} “and two. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union”, and therefore, “If this be not aright: if ye confound the space marks, saying: They are one: or saying, They are many;” {....} “then expect the direful judgments” {....}
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<span style="color: black;">Now therefore by the favour of Thoth am I come to the end of this my book: and do you arm yourselves accordingly with the Four Weapons: the Wand for Liberty, the Cup for Love, the Sword for Life, the Disk for Light: and with these work all wonders by the Art of High Magick under the Law of the New Aeon, whose Word is Thelema.
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<span style="color: black;">[The Equinox. Volume III, number I, p. 99]</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">CROWLEY IN CAMBRIDGE</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By AUDRAREP</span><br />
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<em>'At Cambridge I was surrounded by a more or less happy, healthy, prosperous set of parasites'.</em>
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<span style="color: black;">[The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 119]
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Crowley attended 51 Bateman Street from 1885 when he was aged nine until 1888. The school was run by the Rev. Henry d'Arcy Champney [1854-1942] who was born in Yorkshire. He went up to Corpus Christi College, Cambridge on 1st October 1874 and attained his B.A. in 1875 and his M.A. in 1881. He was ordained as a Church of England Deacon in 1875 and a Priest at Ely in 1879. He became a Brethren in 1882. He started the school for the sons of Brethren. In 1879 the house was owned by George Procter.
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<span style="color: black;">In Crowley's 'A Boyhood in Hell' from 'The World's Tragedy' he says that 'the Revd. H. d'Arcy Champney, M.A. of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, had come out of sect.
He had voted at the parliamentary elections by crossing out the names of the candidates and writing, 'I vote for king Jesus.'
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">'He</span> had started a school for the sons of Brethren at 51 Bateman Street, Cambridge. May God bite into the bones of men the pain of that hell on earth (I have prayed often) that by them it may be sowed with salt, accursed for ever! May the maiden that passes it be barren and the pregnant woman that beholdeth it abort! May the birds of the air refuse to fly over it! May it stand as a curse, as a fear, as an hate, among men! May the wicked dwell therein! May the light of the sun be witheld therefrom and the light of the moon not lighten it! May it become the home of the shells of the dead and may the demons of the pit inhabit it! May it be accursed, accursed - accursed for ever and ever!'
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<em><span style="color: black;">'My first</span> </em><span style="color: black;"><em>step must be to get into personal
communication with the devil.'</em> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">[Confessions. P. 126]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley went up to Cambridge in the Michaelmas Term [Tuesday 1st October] of 1895, just eleven days short of his twentieth birthday and his first residence was 16 St John's Street. He had entered for the Moral Science Tripos thinking it would stand him in good stead and teach him something about the 'nature of things', but he was 'profoundly disgusted to find that political economy was one of the subjects. I attended the first lecture; the professor told us that the subject was a very difficult one because there were no reliable data. It is easy to imagine the effect of such a statement on a boy who had been trained in the exactitude of mathematics and chemistry. I closed my notebook and never attended another lecture.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 108]
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<span style="color: black;">From his window at 16 St John's Street Crowley liked to look out to the Tower of St John's College and it was here where he would have discovered the poetry of Shelley and read the complete works of such authors as: Edward Gibbon (1737-1794), Thomas Carlyle (1795-1891), Jonathan Swift (1667-1745), Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1832), Henry Fielding (1707-1754) and Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909). 'My three years were determined by the influence of a fourth year man named Adamson, whom I think I met at the chess club. He started to talk to me about English literature. For the first time I heard the name Shelley. Wie gesagt, so gethan. Nothing else seemed to me worth while but a thorough reading of the great minds of the past. I bought all the classical authors. Whenever I found a reference of one to another I hastened to order his works. I spent the whole of my time in reading. It was very rare that I got to bed before daylight. But I had a horror of being thought a ''smug''; and what I was doing was a secret from my nearest friends. Whenever they were about I was playing chess and cards. In the daytime I went canoeing or cycling. I had no occupations which brought me into close touch with any great body of undergraduates. I even gave up the habit of going round to see people, though I was always at home to anyone who chose to call. I was not interested in the average man; I cultivated the freak. It was not that I liked abnormal people, it was simply the scientific attitude that it is from the abnormal that we learn.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 110]
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<span style="color: black;">The man named 'Adamson' was surely Henry Anthony Adamson (1871-1941) whom Crowley would have looked up to. Adamson went up to Trinity College to study mathematics in 1889, receiving his B.A. in 1892 and his M.A. in 1896. In his obituary he was described as a 'powerful mathematician and a brilliant chess problem analyst' by T. R. Dawson in the British Chess Magazine.
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley liked to see himself as a Romantic hero and tended to think of himself as a separate entity away from humanity, this would of course have been due to his strict and insular up-bringing in the Plymouth Brethren - 'I have always had a passionate yearning for mankind, wholesale and retail, but I cannot endure to have them anywhere around.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 110]
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<span style="color: black;">During the vacations at University he liked to wander among the English fells of the Lake District or travel to Northern Europe: Holland, Denmark, Norway and Sweden. During the long vacation of 1897 he went to St Petersburg to learn Russian which would have been an essential language for him were he to go into the profession he was considering - the Diplomatic Service [he became ill in October 1897 and saw the 'futility of all human endevour' - he was experiencing the 'trance of sorrow' and awakening to the spiritual realisation that he was to devote his life to the attainments of magic; he soon set himself upon a course to seek evidence of 'spiritual beings' through direct contact]. In the Easter vacation of 1898 he went to Wastdale Head in Cumbria with his friend and lover Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (1872-1942). In the summer vacations of 1896 and 1897 he went climbing in the Alps.
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<span style="color: black;">During his first year at Trinity Crowley was not best pleased to find that Hall was at eight thirty in the evening - 'I objected to my evenings being cut into by dining so late and soon acquired the habit of having all meals sent in from the kitchen. I was thus almost totally dissociated from the corporate life of the college.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 109]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley stayed at 16 St John's Street until 1897.
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<span style="color: black;"><em>'The atmosphere of Cambridge formed an admirable
background for my state of mind.'</em> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">[Confessions. P. 108]
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<span style="color: black;">Crowley began writing poetry around 1885 at the age of ten. The poems he wrote from 1885-1895 he considered his 'juvenilia' and these were later destroyed by him. It was not until he entered the Great Gate of Trinity that he saw himself as crossing a threshold in his poetry and entered his mature period. Today, his poetry is little read and only then by those who have a fascination for the man and the magician; his style is that of the romantic Shelley, the satanic Baudelaire and the earthy 'scandalous' Swinburne.
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<span style="color: black;">While Crowley was an undergraduate he contributed his poems to various periodicals such as ‘The Cambridge Magazine’, ‘The Granta’, ‘Cantab’ and ‘The Silver Crescent’. Some of the poems [of which many were re-published in 1904 in Crowley’s ‘In Residence: The Don’s Guide to Cambridge’ dedicated to his good friend Ivor Gordon Back (1873-1959)] show his early influences and his inventive and intellectual use of rhyming schemes. Some of the poems he contributed are: ‘Ballade of Bad Verses’ [Granta. Vol II, number 233. 30th April 1898], ‘Ballade of Whist’ [Cambridge Magazine. Vol 1, number 3. 11th May 1898], ‘Ballade of New Criticism’ [Cambridge Magazine. Vol 1, number 4. 18th May 1899], ‘Ballade of Ursa and Ursula’ [Cambridge Magazine. Vol 1, number 1. 1899], ‘Ballade of Summer Joys’ [Cambridge Magazine. Vol 1, number 6. 1st June 1899], ‘Ballade of the Mutability of Human Affairs’ [Granta. Vol 11, number 223. 26th February 1898], ‘A Refrain of a Far Country’ [Cambridge Magazine. Vol 1, number 1. 27th April 1899] and ‘A Sonnet of Spring Fashions’ [Granta. Vol 11, number 236. 21st May 1898]. Other works not included in Crowley’s ‘In Residence’ are: ‘The Ballad of Burdens’ [Granta. Vol 13. 3rd February 1899], ‘The Siegfried Finale’ [Cambridge Magazine. Vol 1, number 2. 1899] and ‘An Appeal to the American Republic’ [Cambridge Magazine. 1899].
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<span style="color: black;">O smug! in your desolate room,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Whatever’s the matter with you?
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Your face is a picture of gloom,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Your pulse is a hundred and two,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Your eyelids are glued as with glue,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A towel is tied to your head,
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<span style="color: black;">You might be a man with the Flu!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">‘’The Trip! and I wish I were dead!’’
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<span style="color: black;">[Ballade of Tripos Fever]
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<span style="color: black;">Tennis and cricket have come to stay,
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<span style="color: black;">Five o’clock is the time to bring
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<span style="color: black;">Tea and strawberry ice, and play
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<span style="color: black;">Various dulcet jargoning;
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<span style="color: black;">Lazy paddle all day to swing,
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<span style="color: black;">Lazy pipe to kill ennui’s germ,
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<span style="color: black;">Lazy, lazy everything: -
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<span style="color: black;">Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term.
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<span style="color: black;">O hooray! merry boys, hooray!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Flannels are pleasures that have no sting.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Everyone’s white and cool and gay;
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<span style="color: black;">Everyone looks as if a wing
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<span style="color: black;">Might any moment sprout and spring,
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<span style="color: black;">Turning him into an ‘’alb’inerm’
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<span style="color: black;">Angelum’’, like Aladdin’s ring;
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<span style="color: black;">Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term.
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<span style="color: black;">O the trees are out to-day!
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<span style="color: black;">O the buds are blossoming!
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<span style="color: black;">O the snow and the wind are away!
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<span style="color: black;">O the sun of the late sweet spring!
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<span style="color: black;">O the birds that are glad to sing
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<span style="color: black;">After the meal on the early worm!
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<span style="color: black;">O I am happier now than a king!
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<span style="color: black;">Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term.
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<span style="color: black;">Envoi
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<span style="color: black;">Prince, or pauper, be what you may,
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<span style="color: black;">Business is quiet, but stocks are firm;
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<span style="color: black;">Never believe in the ‘’bears’’ in May!
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<span style="color: black;">Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term.
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<span style="color: black;">[Ballade of the May Term]
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<span style="color: black;">Wild briar’s a blossom that fades;
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<span style="color: black;">The lily as easily dies;
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<span style="color: black;">And the love of terrestrial maids
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<span style="color: black;">Is tender, too tender to prize.
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<span style="color: black;">In a minute it droops and it dies,
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<span style="color: black;">And happiness spills at the brink;
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<span style="color: black;">Love opens the window and flies: -
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<span style="color: black;">But Smith’s is a permanent ink. </span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Prosperity favoureth trades.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">An hour, and then troubles arise.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The workers drop axes and spades,
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<span style="color: black;">And Brandenburg labour supplies
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<span style="color: black;">The goods. It is very unwise
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<span style="color: black;">Your money in labour to sink.
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<span style="color: black;">It will vanish, the blue in the skies: -
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<span style="color: black;">But Smith’s is a permanent ink. </span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And even the woe that invades
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<span style="color: black;">Will pass, I make bold to surmise,
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<span style="color: black;">Like a man who for salmon trout wades
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Till the water comes over his thighs.
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<span style="color: black;">He’s wet, but he speedily dries,
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<span style="color: black;">More quickly than pessimists think,
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<span style="color: black;">His gaff he repeatedly plies: -
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<span style="color: black;">But Smith’s is a permanent ink.
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Envoi
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<span style="color: black;">Prince, we sell it in various shades,
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<span style="color: black;">In azure and purple and pink.
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<span style="color: black;">Things change by perceptible grades: -
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<span style="color: black;">But Smith’s is a permanent ink.
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<span style="color: black;">[Ballade of the Mutability of Human Affairs]
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<span style="color: black;">In May one often sees a fool
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<span style="color: black;">(A fool one guesses him to be)
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<span style="color: black;">Canoeing up to Byron’s Pool,
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<span style="color: black;">Or downward toward the salty sea.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">One of them necessarily,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Unless one absolutely slacks
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">(Say under King’s or Trinity)
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the backs – upon the backs. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The garb this person wears is cool,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As his own self-complacency.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He wears a blazer made of wool
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Or flannel (This is poetry,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And tailoring is nought to me)
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Whose colours might be filed in stacks;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">A straw in speechless harmony!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the backs – upon the backs. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He smokes the weed of Istamboul;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He vaguely feels that he is free.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He seems to challenge Nature: ‘’who’ll
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dare to constrain my liberty?’’
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">He paddles like a honey-bee;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His golden boots are made at Fleck’s;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">You often see a man like he
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the backs – upon the backs.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Envoi
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Prince, you may storm Sevastopool,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With Maxim’s thwacks and axe attacks;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I ply the deft Canadian tool
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Upon the backs – upon the backs.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black;">[Ballade of the Backs]
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In 1898, his final year at university, Crowley published one-hundred copies of his first collection of poetry:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">ACELDAMA
A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">by
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">a gentleman of the University of Cambridge
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">privately printed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">1898
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley borrowed from Shelley's 'The Necessity of Atheism' published in 1811 by a 'Gentleman of the University of Oxford'. The poem created little success and was read among student circles and even Crowley thought of it as a transitionary poem between his juvenilia and his mature period.
Not long after appeared further publications of his poetry: 'The Tale of Archais' which Crowley considered his first real successful poem; 'Songs of the Spirit', 'Green Alps' which was never published; 'The Poem', 'Jezebel', 'Jephthah' and the extremely pornographic 'White Stains'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Today 16 St John's Street is a Jewellers and its 18th Century architecture has remained mostly the same. In 1879 it was according to records inhabited by Mrs Harriet Colman, a music seller and in 1883 it is 'Colman & Co'. It has also been used by a firm of tailors and robe makers called 'Maltby'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">'Till the Great Gate of Trinity opened me the way to freedom I had always been obsessed more or less either by physical weakness or the incubus of adolescence. I had never known what it was to be able to work freely and gladly. Now, however, I was able to give myself with absolute concentration to literature and I read everything important in the language with the utmost thoroughness.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 114]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">WHEAT AND WINE
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Clear, deep, and blue, the sky
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is silvered by the morn,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And where the dewdrop's eye
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Catches its brilliancy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Strange lights and hues are born:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I have seen twelve colours hover on a single
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">spray of thorn.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">There is a great grey tower
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Cut clear against the deep;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the sun's wakening hour
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I think it has the power
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To touch the soul of sleep
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With its tender thought, and bid me to awake
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">for joy - and weep.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This night I am earlier.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">No drowsy thoughts drew nigh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At eve to make demur
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That I be minister
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To Cynthia maidenly:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All night I have watched her sail through a
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">black and silver sky.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Within my soul there fight
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Two full and urgent streams,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Work's woe and dream's delight:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Like snow and sun they smite,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Days battle hard with dreams:
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">On a world of misty beauty the </span><span style="color: black;">Aurora
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">clearly beams.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So labour fought with pride,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And love with idleness,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">My soul was torn and tried
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">With the impassioned tide
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of storm and deathly stress -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I had never dreamed a lily should arise amid
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">the press.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet such a flower sprang here
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Within this soul of mine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">When foemen bade good cheer
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To foemen, grew one clear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Concept, ideal, divine,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of a god of light and laughter, of a god of
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">wheat and wine.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Work on, strong mind, devise
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The outer life aright!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dream, subtle soul, and arise
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To noblest litanies
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">That pierce the mask of night -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In a man work lifts his eyelids, but his dreams
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">lend eyes their light.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So dreams and days are wed,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And soul and body lie
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ambrosial in Love's bed.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">See, heaven with stars is spread -
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">So glad of life am </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">I
If an angel came to call me I am sure I
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">would not die.
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">[The poem was written during his time at 16 St John's Street and the 'great grey tower' is St John's chapel which Crowley would have seen from his rooms. It was Crowley's 'habit to work from midnight to dawn, when he could no longer be disturbed by visits from friends.' From 'Songs of the Spirit' in The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley - volume I]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">35 Sidney Street is an early 19th Century, three story building with cellars. In 1879 it was the office of 'Lincolne & Lofts' manufacturers of Loft's patent bottle washing & rinsing machine. The shop front belonged to 'Lincolne & Son' grocers, Italian warehousemen, ale and porter merchants, agents for W & A Gilbey, wine and spirit merchants and 'Ridgeways & Co's Teas & Coffees'.
Crowley lived here from 1897 to January 1898.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">'I found myself, from the very beginning of my university career, urged by circumstances of every sort to indulge my passion in every way but the right one. My ill-health had prevented me from taking part in the ordinary amusements of the public school boy. My skill in avoiding corporal punishment and my lack of opportunity for inflicting it had saved me from developing the sadistic or masochistic sides of my character. But at Cambridge I discovered that I was of an intensely passionate nature, physiologically speaking. My poetic instincts, further, transformed the most sordid liaisons into romance, so that the impossibility of contracting a suitable and serious relation did not worry me. I found, moreover, that any sort of satisfaction acted as a powerful spiritual stimulus. Every adventure was the direct cause of my writing poetry. In the periods of suppression my brain had been completely clogged; I was as incapable of thought of any kind as if I had had the toothache.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 113]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Once the 'Turk's Head' coffee house, one of the earliest coffee houses in the country, 14 Trinity Street with its 16th Century architectural features was much favoured by undergraduates. It is timber-framed and plastered in two gabled bays with projecting upper floors and projecting gables with finials; bay windows on both upper floors. The bays are divided by small pendant columns with carved brackets. Most of the external carving has been restored. It has a tiled roof and was Grade II listed in 1950.
The upper floors were once the 'Turk's Head Carvery'. In 1878 this beautiful Tudor building was a Bank 'Foster & Co' which was founded by the Foster brothers, Richard and Ebenezer. The bank later moved to Sidney Street, opposite Petty Cury.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In 1913 it is 'The Cafe' serving 'Luncheons and Teas, cakes & fancies of every description for Afternoon Teas'.
During the nineteen-twenties it was 'Matthew's Cafe'.
There is a blocked doorway on the left of the entrance which still has an original bell marked 'press'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley moved into rooms at 14 Trinity Street in January 1898 and his lover Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt (1872-1942) whom Crowley met in October 1897 would often visit him at this address. John Symonds gives us a description of Crowley and his elegant rooms at Trinity: 'he had taken to wearing pure silk shirts and great floppy bow-knotted ties; on his fingers were rings of semi-precious stones. An atmosphere of luxury, studiousness and harsh effort pervaded his rooms at Cambridge. Books covered the walls to the ceiling and filled four revolving walnut bookcases. They were largely on science and philosophy, with a modest collection of Greek and Latin classics, and a sprinkling of French and Russian novels. On one shelf shone the black and gold of The Arabian Nights of Richard Burton; below was the flat canvas and square label of the Kelmscott Chaucer. Valuable first editions of the British poets stood beside extravagantly bound volumes issued by Isidor Liseux. Over the door hung an ice-axe with worn-down spike and ragged shaft, and in the corner was a canvas bag containing a salmon rod. Leaded Staunton chessmen were in their mahogany box upon a card-table scattered with poker chips.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 15].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Some of the books Crowley would have been reading are works by: Immanuel Kant (1724-1804), Herbert Spencer (1820-1903), David Hume (1711-1776), Thomas Henry Huxley (1825-1895), Francois Rabelais (1494-1553) and Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936). Many of these books he would have purchased from Deighton Bell & Co which was located at 13 Trinity Street. It was here where he bought Arthur Edward Waite's 'The Book of Black Magic and of Pacts'. In fact, there were several bookshops on Trinity Street such as: Macmillan's at number 1 Trinity Street, Metcalfe's at number 12 Trinity Street, Rivington's at number 19 and William Tomlin at number 24 Trinity Street.
Crowley came into his inheritance upon reaching the age of twenty-one [Monday 12th October 1896] and figures often quoted are forty to fifty thousand pounds which was a huge amount at the time!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
Numbers 35, 36 and 37 were built at the same time, dated 1861 on the stairhead gable and 1894 on the central gable. Red brick with stone dressing, three storeys and attics. There is a modern shop front entrance to the chambers above between numbers 36 and 37. There are two windows each and a narrow staircase. The first floor has mullions and transoms and iron grilles to be windows. Six pedimented gable dormers, dated gable over stairhead. Slate mansard roof. In 1878 it was home to Richard Lord Clark, hosier. In 1892 it was a lodging house owned by George Sussum and in 1913 it was 'Robinson's Bicycle Showroom'.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">This is probably the last address Crowley stayed at during his time at Cambridge. As to Crowley's examination results we know that he 'passed the second part of the general Examination in the Michaelmas Term 1896, the first part in Easter Term 1897 and took the special Examination in Chemistry in the Michaelmas term, 1897, obtaining a second class. He did not graduate.' [The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg. Jean Overton Fuller. 1965. P. 130]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">BY THE CAM
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Twilight is over, and the noon of night
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Draws to its zenith. </span><span style="color: black;">Here beyond the stream
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Dance the wild witches that dispel my dream
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of gardens naked in Diana's sight.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Foul censers, altars desecrated, blight
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">The</span> corpse-lit river, whose dank vapours teem
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Heavy and horrible, a deadly steam
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of murder's black intolerable might.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The stagnant pools rejoice; the human feast
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Revels at height; the sacrament is come;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">God wakes no lightning in the broken East;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">His awful thunders listen and are dumb;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Earth gapes not for that sin; the skies renew
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">At break of day their vestiture of blue.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black;">[From 'Songs of the Spirit' in The Collected </span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="color: black;">Works of Aleister Crowley - volume I]
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The original Garret Hostel Bridge (not the modern 1960’s bridge) built in 1837 is a place that the solitary Crowley would have known as he enjoyed walking over the bridge and looking at the Cam while he contemplated poetry and philosophy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">ON GARRET HOSTEL BRIDGE
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here in the evening curl white mists and wreathe in their vapour
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">All the gray spires of stone, all the immobile towers;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here in the twilight gloom dim trees and sleeping rivers,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here where the bridge is thrown over the amber stream.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Chill is the ray that steals from the moon to the stream that whispers
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Secret tales of its source, songs of its fountain-head.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Here do I stand in the dusk; like spectres mournfully moving
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wisps of the cloud-wreaths form, dissipate into the mist,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wrap me in shrouds of gray, chill me and make me shiver,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Not with the Night alone, not with the sound of her wing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">(Step after step as I move) me, to annul me, quell
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Hope and desire and life, bid light die under my eyelids,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bid the strong heart despair, quench the desire of </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Heaven.
So I shudder a little; and my heart goes out to the mountain,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Rock upon rock for a crown, snow like an ermine robe;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Thunder and lightning free fashioned for speech and seeing,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Pinnacles royal and steep, queen of the arduous breast!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Ye </span>on whose icy bosom, passionate, at the sunrise,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Ye in whose wind-swept hollows, lulled in the moonrise clear,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Often and oft I struggled, a child with an angry mother,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Often and oft I slept, maid in a lover's arms.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Back to ye, back, wild towers, from this flat and desolate fenland,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Back to ye yet will I flee, swallow on wing to the south;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Move in your purple cloud-banks and leap your fast-swelling torrents,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Bathe in the pools below, laugh with the winds above,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Battle and strive and climb in the teeth of the glad wild weather,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Flash on the slopes of ice, dance on the spires of rock,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Run like a glad young panther over the stony high-lands,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shout with the joy of living, race to the rugged cairn,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Feel the breath of your freedom burn in my veins, and Freedom!
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Freedom! echoes adown cliff and precipitous ghyll.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Down by the cold gray lake the sun descends from his hunting,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shadow and silence steals over the frozen fells.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Oh, to be there, my heart! And the vesper bells awaken;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Colleges call their children; Lakeland fades from the sight.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Wearily moves to the sea, to quicken to life at last.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Blithelier I depart, to a sea of sunnier kindness;
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Hours of waiting are past; I re-quicken to love.
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<span style="color: black;">[From 'Mysteries: Lyrical and Dramatic' in </span><span style="color: black;">The </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Collected Works of Aleister Crowley - volume I]</span></div>
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Trinity College was founded by Henry VIII in 1546. The King's statue looks down from the Great Gate and his right hand, which once held a sceptre, now holds a chair leg, the result of a student prank long ago!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">'I had the sensation of drawing a long deep breath as one does after swimming under water or [an even better analogy] as one does after bracing oneself against the pain inflicted by a dentist. I could not imagine anything better in life. I found myself suddenly in an entirely new world. I was part of the glories of the past; and I resolved to be one of the glories of the future.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 107]
Crowley then goes on to say 'I should like the haunted room over the Great Gate of Trinity to be turned into a vault like that of Christian Rosencreutz to receive my sarcophagus. I must admit that I don't know of much else in England of the works of man which I would not make haste to destroy if the opportunity occurred. But Trinity, except New Court and Whewell's Court, is enough for any poet to live and die for.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 107]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Legend has it that Byron bathed naked in the fountain with his pet bear as students were forbidden to keep dogs!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Although Crowley did not have much contact with the day to day life of the university he was a member of a few clubs associated with colleges such as the debating society known as The Magpie and Stump (Crowley participated in a few discussions of a rather frivolous nature and delighted in making witty quips); the Boat Club, which he found to be of little use to him, and the Cambridge University Chess Club of which he was President in his second year (1896). In fact, Crowley made an intense study of the game of chess, already being a more than talented amateur and would study for more than two hours a day and spend even more time than that in actual practice. He became a formidable opponent and was on the way to become a leading light in the world of chess - a 'chess master!'
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In bringing to life Crowley's days at Cambridge we cannot completely rely on what he has dictated more than twenty years later under the influence of heroin in his masterpiece of autobiography or 'autohagiography' as he termed it - 'The Confessions of Aleister Crowley' first published by the Mandrake Press in 1929. Crowley, like everyone else would see the actions of his past in a different light and there is a tendency to romanticise the younger image of himself. But it paints the greatest picture of the young poet and we see a man on the threshold of securing his future and the immortality of his name!
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<span style="color: black;">IN NEVILLE'S COURT,
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<span style="color: black;">TRINITY COLLEGE, </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">CAMBRIDGE.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I think the souls of many men are here
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Among these cloisters, underneath the spire
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That the moon silvers with magnetic fire;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">But not a moon-ray is it, that so clear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Shines on the pavement, for a voice of fear
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">It hath, unless it be the breeze that mocks
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">My ear, and waves his old majestic locks
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">About his head. There fell upon my ear:</span></div>
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''O soul contemplative of distant things,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Who hast a poet's heart, even if thy pen
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Be dry and barren, who dost hold Love dear,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Speed forth this message on the fiery wings
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Of stinging song to all the race of men:
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That they have hope; for we are happy here.''
</span></div>
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</div>
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">[The voice is that of Lord Tennyson whose rooms were in Neville's court. From 'Songs of the Spirit' in The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley - volume I]
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">'Chr<span style="color: black;">istia</span>nity was the official religion with which it was convenient to comply, just as it is convenient to go to a good tailor.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P 108]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley would not fall in line with College's routines if they were opposed to his own will and natural order; he would not be interfered with: 'When I discovered that chapel was compulsory I immediately struck back. The junior dean halled me for not attending chapel, which I was certainly not going to do, because it involved early rising. I excused myself on the ground that I had been brought up among the Plymouth Brethren. The dean asked me to come and see him occasionally and discuss the matter, and I had the astonishing impudence to write to him that ''the seed planted by my father, watered by my mother's tears, would prove too hardy a growth to be uprooted even by his eloquence and learning''. It sounds like the most despicable hypocrisy, but it was pretty good cheek, and I had made up my mind that I would not be interfered with. I regarded any attempt to control my actions as an impertinent intrusion and I was not going to waste time in taking any but the easiest way out.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 108]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Crowley remained at Trinity College until the Easter Term of 1898. After he left he still kept in contact with certain like-minded undergraduates. 'As Crowley was a former student of Trinity it was perfectly in order for him to visit his old college and to walk up any of the staircases.' [General J F C Fuller in Jean Overton Fuller's 'The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg'. 1965. P. 143]
It was in this way that he me the young poet who would become his magical assistant Victor Benjamin Neuburg (1883-1940). Victor went up to Trinity College, Cambridge in the Michaelmas Term (October) of 1906 aged twenty-three. He took the Tripos in Modern Languages and passed his examinations gaining a third class Honours degree. He was in residence at Trinity until the Easter Term of 1909.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">'Crowley, though he had a sentiment for his old university and habitually came to it to recruit for his Order - Mudd, Pinsent, Merton and Gerald Yorke, were all Cambridge men - did not regard degrees.' [The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg. Jean Overton Fuller. 1965. P. 147]
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<span style="color: black;">'Mudd' is Norman Mudd M.A. (1889-1934) of Trinity College, Cambridge. He entered Trinity in July 1907 on a mathematics scholarship, remaining until 1910. He was secretary of the Cambridge University Freethought Association where he knew Victor Neuburg (1883-1940). He became Professor of Applied Mathematics at Grey University College, Bloemfontein, South Africa. Mudd [Frater Omnia Pro Veritate] assisted Crowley at the Abbey of Thelema in 1923 and sadly took his own life in 1934.
'Pinsent' is Gerald Hume Pinsent (1888-1976) who took mathematics at Trinity College, Cambridge.
'Merton' is Wilfred Merton (1888-1957), engraver and printer.
Gerald Joseph Yorke (1901-1983) of Trinity College, Cambridge. English cricketer and Major in the British Army. Yorke became a member of Crowley's magical order.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">'Like Byron, Shelley, Swinburne and Tennyson, I left the university without taking a degree. It has been better so; I have accepted no honour from her; she has had much from me.' [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. P. 166]</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">Isis Blossom</span>
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Vast, that starry abode of love,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Is an empire ruled by man's intrusion.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The ache of falsehood from above
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Is death's complexion and delusion. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Captivated by Orion's pains,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">This pyramid sealed, the corpse fiend fled
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Into the darkness that contains
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The Isis blossom and the dead; </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where Nephthy's black robe was blown wide
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To reveal her ruby kiss of gold.
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Yet sphinx-filled madness, there had died
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">In the ceremonies of old.
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Tura - na ab - k am</em> (1)
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">These lips are sweet and delicately veiled,
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Crowned by a flaming diadem;
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Where the new moon to the full moon sailed
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond the midnight khunt of Khem; </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">Beyond the shroud and the scarlet caress
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Into the silence of the tomb, so deep,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To kiss the serpent-sighing darkness
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And the gonging beat of man in sleep. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And in mourning the beloved...come, </span><span style="color: black;">O come!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">For here great sadness lies before
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">These cursed lips that hath been knocked dumb,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">For Thou art the Goddess I adore!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Henen - a em Amsu.</em>
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Auf - a Net.</em> (2)
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">The rose of antiquity hath broke its stem,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And its scented glory hath all but given
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Its blood to the ceremonial khunt of Khem
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">To shineth in the mask of Osiris risen. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">And beneath the death-filled mercurial sky
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">The pyramid of Royal blood hath ran,
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">As the oracle crumbled with a sigh
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">To see the slain God's nemess fall on man!
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>A </em></span><span style="color: black;"><em>Anset.</em> (3) </span></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Barry Van-Asten</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Notes:
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">1. I have purified myself and my heart is filled with joy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2. Male: My phallus is that of Amsu.
Female: My flesh is of Net.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3. Hail Isis.</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">NOTES UPON A CEREMONIAL INVOCATION OF Παν</span>
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">By AUDRAREP</span></div>
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Ceremonial sequence:
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">1. Imprecation, as of a slave unto a Lord (awe).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2. Oath, as of a vassal to a liege (fealty).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3. Memorial, as of a child to a parent (dependence).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">4. Orisen, as of a priest to a God (adoration).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">5. Colloquy, as of a brother unto a brother (confidence).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">6. Conjuration, as of a friend to a friend (comradeship).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">7. Madrigal, as of a lover to a lover (passion).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Instruments: The Wand and the Cup.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">a. Prayer to the God, commemorating His physical attributes.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">b. The Voice of the God speaks (visualisation of the God-form). The Voice is heard and echoed by the magician.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">c. The identity of the magician with the God (a conscious loss of being), its conclusion is a return to consciousness.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">d. The God invoked, as if by that God Himself (His will to manifest in the magician). The God has heard the distant cry of the magician). The conclusion of this is the original object stated.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Some examples of the words spoken:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">a. ‘Thee, thee I invoke, O mighty majesty of Παν’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">b. ‘Behold! I am Παν!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">c. ‘Behold! He is in me, and I am in Him... therefore do all things obey my word!’
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">d. ‘Therefore do thou come forth unto me’.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">THE FORMULA OF HORUS AND HARPOCRATES
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">THE REVERBERATING FORMULA
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">a. Yod (Fire) – Active (Horus). The magician’s will addresses the God.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">b. He (Water) – Passive (H.P.K.). The God addresses the universe.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">c. Vau (Air) – Active/Passive (Horus/H.P.K.). Fire and Water conjoined, the God and the magician are as one.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">d. He (Earth) – Passive (H.P.K.). Silence, the God speaks.
</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">AN OUTLINE FOR A RITUAL
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I. Consecration – Circle.
Banishing – The Ritual of the Star Ruby.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Oath (1) – The grade sign and giving the purpose of the ritual.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Oath (2) – Before the Lord of the Universe.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Strike Bell x1.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">II. The Confession.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The oath renewed.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Light incense.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">III. Invocation – (the assumption of God-form in the sign of Παν)
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Recite ‘The Hymn to Pan’.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">[assumption of God-forms: Horus and Harpocrates].
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">IV. The Devotion – standing in the God-form (not H.P.K. but Παν), reflect upon the forms of Love for the deity, while repeating the mantra:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">‘Καιρε Σωτη Κοσμου, Ιω Παν, Ιω Παν.’
</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">V. The Climax.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The magical dance, giving the signs of L.V.X. while reciting:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">ΙΩ ΙΩ ΙΩ ΙΑΩ ΣΑΒΑΟ ΚΥΡΙΗ ΑΒΡΑΣΑΧ ΚΥΡΙΗ ΜΕΙΘΡΑΣ ΚΥΡΙΗ ΦΑΛΛΗ. ΙΩ ΠΑΝ, ΙΩ ΠΑΝ ΠΑΝ ΙΩ ΙΣΧΥΡΟΣ, ΙΩ ΑΘΑΝΑΤΟΝ ΙΩ ΑΒΡΟΤΟΝ ΙΩ ΙΑΩ. ΧΑΙΡΕ ΦΑΛΛΗ ΧΑΙΡΕ ΠΑΝΦΑΓΗ ΧΑΙΡΕ ΠΑΝΓΕΝΕΤΟΡ. ΑΓΙΟΣ, ΑΓΙΟΣ, ΑΓΙΟΣ ΙΑΩ.</span></div>
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[From the ceremony of the opening of the veil ‘Liber XV Ecclesiae Gnosticae Catholicae Canon Missae. ‘IO IO IO SABAO, Lord ABRASAX, Lord MITHRAS, Lord PHALLUS. IO PAN, IO PAN PAN, IO powerful, IO deathless, IO woundless, IO IAO. Hail PHALLUS, hail all-devourer, hail father of all. Holy, Holy, Holy<span style="color: black;"> IAO.’]</span>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>General notes on Numerical Correspondences:</em>
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Παν is represented in the Tarot by the card XV The Devil. The letter Ayin (eye) which is 70 and Capricorn, creative energy. The Devil card triumphs in androgynous and bisexual energy and Ayin is the secret eye of the Phallus: ΦΑΛΛΟς = 831.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">ΠΑΝΦΑΓΗ (Panphage) All-devourer – ΠΑΝΓΕΝΕΤΟΡ (Pangenetor) All-begetter. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">PAN is ALL.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ΙΩ = 10+70=80
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ΠΑΝ = 80+1+50= 131
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">80+131=211.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">IO= I, the Lingam (Phallus) the Sun. Yod.
O, the Yoni (Kteis) the Moon. Ayin.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Ph (Pe) [Phallus]= 80
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">K (Kaph) [kteis]= 20
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">80+20=100
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">IO PAN=211 (211-100=111=Aleph (an oxe) and the link to the Pentagram and Hadit.
Pan is also an aspect of the Fool in the Tarot whose number is O (letter Aleph).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Binah on the Tree of Life= the Night of Pan and there is also a link to Baphomet, which is Hod on the Tree of Life.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">131 (Pan) + 25= 156 which is Babalon. (25 is the square of 5, the Pentagram and the symbol of Hadit; the squaring of the circle by ALHIM. 5= He, the letter of Aries).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I=IX in the Tarot (Hermit).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O=XV in the Tarot (Devil).
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">P=XVI in the Tarot (Blasted Tower). The letter of Mars.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">A=O in the Tarot (Fool). The Pentagram, energy.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">N=XIII in the <span style="color: black;">Tarot</span> (Death).
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Further:
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">O! Is the trinity which resides in the Night of Pan above the Abyss which is NOX: Death, Kteis and the sign of the Phallus. NOX=210 (note IO PAN=211). See Liber VII, Chapter I.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O!= Nuit – Hadit – Ra-Hoor-Khuit. [Kteis – phallus – Sperma]
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">For instruction upon devotion see Liber Astarte vel Berylli sub figura CLXXV given in Appendix vii of Magick in Theory and Practice. And for the tables of correspondences see Liber 777.</span>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">THE
WAND OF SILENCE</span></div>
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<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Excerpts from the Magickal
Diaries</em> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Of AUDRAREP</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">PART ONE</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">There is no very sharp distinction
between the two branches of</span></div>
<span style="color: black;">the Art. It cannot be said, even,
that black Magic is invariably </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">and White Magic occasionally evil.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: black;">The Book of Ceremonial Magic. A.E.
Waite. 1911.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Do what thou wilt shall be the
whole of the law</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It was in the year of 1988, on Saturday 19th November that I received into
my hands Aleister Crowley’s ‘Magick in Theory and Practice’, and for me it
confirmed many such ‘theories’ that I had long believed. The book hinted at
worlds I had long known existed and dimensions I knew to be beyond the veil.
The book contained energy of its own and to hold it in my hands I felt it surge
through me. I had never felt that with any other book or object before. I
regarded the book with a religious awe, the kind one would feel towards a Holy
Book of scriptures and for me this was a ‘Holy Book’ of great distinction. It
seemed to be a key both literally and in a way that spoke of chemical, astral,
physical and spiritual changes. It unlocked for me a system that I wanted to
understand more and to be able to control. It took some time before I could
feel I truly ‘possessed’ the book in the physical sense as it had such a strong
force of its own existence. I pored over it and practically lived within its
pages. Many years later, when times were hard and I needed to eat, I was forced
to sell my whole book collection on Crowley, including a full set of The
Equinox, yet I chose to ‘sacrifice’ the book (Magick) rather than let another
hand hold its pages! But for now, the book was my constant companion.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Something of a ‘magical nature’ must have occurred on the night of Thursday
6th July 1989 because the following day I wrote that ‘the night had been cruel’
which I take to mean there was some spiritual struggle within me; a ‘night of
the soul’ and I wrote the words ‘Do What Thou Wilt’. It is the first time the
words occur and I take it as a definite declaration that my course had been set
and this night, whatever really happened, had shown me the way forward on this
journey. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In January 1991 I had been attempting various experiments from Magick, such
as Asana (1) and Pranayama (2). I also used the Tatwas (3). In May I was
throwing myself into an almost daily routine, which included reading Magick and
Mystical Yoga exercises. On Wednesday 3rd of July I began reading Colin
Wilson’s ‘The Nature of the Beast’ and on Saturday 6th of July I recorded a
breakthrough in my diary! In my asana I explored the aethyr of Air (4). After a
while I felt the presence of a male figure. His skin was blue and his head was
bald. I was told he was the elemental King of the Sylphs (5). On the Saturday
morning I had a dream in which I walked a vast city, in pursuit of someone and
there were lots of small dogs. After this, on Monday 8th July I record that
‘ASNIA’ (6) was formed this week. I remember it was a very intense week which
was filled by moments of Kundalini (7). The ASNIA is that part of my nature
which belongs to the sexual dimension of the Great Work which resides in my
being. It is an expression of Pan and the Greek Gods and also of Venus. By
Wednesday the 10th I had reached an internal frenzy and I had immersed myself
in witchcraft. I was continuing the daily meditations which I see now was not
as structured as it should have been, but I was alone and climbing this peak by
myself, any damn way I could!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Tuesday 16th of July I purchased ‘Liber Al vel Legis’, The Book of the
Law (8) and I began to read! It was such a revelation and an awakening to me!
By the following Thursday 18th I was once again in the grip of a constant state
of Kundalini! It was much stronger than before and burst upon me like a
gigantic wave of energy. By Monday the Kundalini had subsided and the intense
active energy had ended! But it was a revelation to me both spiritually and
sexually; I had always assumed a link between physical energy and
magickal/spiritual energy, and I had glimpsed its awful power! Throughout
August I was reading Magick and Liber Legis daily. On Saturday 17th of August I
had a vision of a naked man with golden skin sitting on top of a mountain,
looking out. It was hot, the sky was blue and the man had his back toward me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In the following year I decided to continue my magickal studies very
seriously and all magickal workings were shown in the diary for 1992 by the
sign of the sun and moon conjoined. It is a year in which my magickal persona
dawns; and it marks ‘the end of the brute, and the birth of an adept!’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 18th of January I bought Crowley’s ‘Confessions’ and began to
read it with complete fascination. The book, along with Magick became my
guiding light. By Friday 24th I had recorded this in my diary: </span></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">4. a.m. Asana: legs crossed and held in the air. I focused on a red
triangle and felt myself fall into the darkness by a spiral motion. My eyes
suddenly became illuminated. I thought I had accidentally opened them and had
to check they were still closed, which they were. I saw myself lying on the bed
wearing colourful cheque tweed trousers. Then a head appeared at the end of the
bed, in silhouette, descending quietly. There was no time and no space, but I felt
that hours had passed in the interval. On opening my eyes I checked the time
with my torch and saw it was 4.10 am. I had pierced the veil!</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Tuesday 28th I bought ‘777 & other Qabalistic Writings of Aleister
Crowley’, and by Sunday 2nd of February I made reference to the Ritual of
Abramelin (9) in the diary as something I must aspire towards! It was a
declaration, of a rudimentary sort which showed my determination. On Monday
24th I wrote ‘Asnia and Asnya are now established’. It is strange to look back
at this statement for it seems as if I were a child attempting to carry
electricity in a bucket!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I wrote to Mandrake Press and the Sorcerer’s Apprentice on Monday 6th of
April for catalogues of books they have in stock. I observed the Holy Days of
8, 9 and 10th of April, reading Liber Legis accordingly. I received the
Mandrake catalogue on the 8th and the Sorcerer’s Apprentice on the 10th. On
Sunday 12th I got into my asana (right leg crossed over left) and opened the
chakras (10). I focused on a violet triangle suspended at my third eye and used
an expansion and contraction method which I discovered for myself and found it
worked well. It lasted for 30 minutes and the position was very cramped. For
some reason during the early hours my ‘locked’ door opened and I repeated the
experiment on Saturday 18th at 2.35 a.m. I found it extremely painful and I
managed 25 minutes. On Monday 11th of May I received ‘The Book of Lies’ and
‘Diary of a Drug Fiend’ from Mandrake Press, which I began to read. On
Wednesday 13th I finished Book of Lies and began Drug Fiend (which I finished
on Saturday 23rd). In my asana, using the expansion and contraction method,
combined with fingers locked in mudra (11), I saw this appear on a piece of
paper before me:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">TIME O</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">ASANA</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">DHARANA etc.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I saw Crowley’s eyes appear to me and the words ‘Hong Kong’ and ‘Marriage’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 1st of June I was reading Huxley’s ‘Doors of Perception’ and on
Wednesday 24th I received Crowley’s ‘Eight Lectures on Yoga’ and ‘AHA’. From
the following day I perform my asana every night/morning. By Monday 6th of July
I had decided upon a probationary name: Nosce te Ipsom (know thyself), but I
was still not ready to take that step. By Friday I received books on Crowley’s
‘Goetia’ and ‘Enochian Magic’ which I read avidly. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I was also experimenting with ‘invisibility’, not the conjuror’s trick but
the real ‘art’ and I had some success in this (and so did my brother it
appears!) We often found that people failed to observe us and would ordinarily
walk right through us if they didn’t see us at the last moment; this could
happen in a wide open space such as a park; with all the space to choose from
they would still plot a course which ran through where we would be. It was
strange and we could almost do this at will!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Friday 31st after reading Appendix II of Magick I got into my asana (left
leg bent behind me, heel touching anus. Right leg stretched; hands on thighs).
I focused on the words: ‘I am breathing in… I am breathing out’. I used a
breathing cycle of Inhale for 5 and exhale for 10. This was a good rhythm.
After a time I began to recite my mantra: A.M.P.H. (Aum Mani Padme Hum) (12). I
noticed my hands became very numb; I felt they were still there but not
physically, as if in memory only. This feeling travelled all over my body and I
felt as if I were floating, evaporating into the cosmos. Still repeating the
mantra, things appeared, such as a city of pyramids, very black. There was no
pain at the end. Unfortunately I did not record the time. Asana and experiments
continued and by August and September I was reading Arthur Machen’s stories and
M.R. James’ ghost stories. On Monday 28th of September I received ‘The Book of
the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage’ and Crowley’s ‘Heart of the Master’,
both from Mandrake. On Saturday 3rd of October I noted: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Asnia Soham Nocod Isro Adna</em>:
Cursed, whom thy servants promise obedience!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The Magickal Word of the aeon personal to myself came to me at 11.10 a.m. on
Thursday 29th of October (the current) as three words in one: OOO</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">e.g. Hadit
ABRA HAD ABRA</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Along with my asana practices I incorporated the Tatwas daily. On Friday 6th
I received Crowley’s ‘Mothers Tragedy’ and began reading his ‘Moonchild’ the
next day. On the 26th I was reading T.C. Lethbridge’s book on ‘ESP’, and so
another year passes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sweet Wizard, in whose footsteps I
have trod</span></div>
<span style="color: black;">Unto the shrine of the most obscene
god,</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: black;">The Triumph of Pan. Victor Neuburg.
1910.</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In the beginning of the year 1993, I noted in the diary that whenever I am
out I feel as if I am being watched and stared at, as if other people can see
something in me I am not aware of; I try to cover it by singing to myself,
laughing or humming which must make things appear worse. Also, and more
tiresome is the fact that my mind will not allow my body to turn to the left,
if so, I have to turn the opposite way as soon as I realise this. It is all to
do with the laws of equilibrium. If I enter on the left I exit by the left
also. As you can imagine, on a particularly ‘bad’ day a short journey can
become quite long, and often did so! I cannot make loops with my body motion,
therefore throughout any given day I am aware of the direction my body is
pointing and I can account for all my steps and even at the end of the day
reverse my progress to the point of waking. I have found this very useful in
the training of Magick, especially Ceremonial Magick.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">It was on Thursday 4th of February that I received from Mandrake Press, ‘The
Golden Dawn’ by Israel Regardie. I was in a state of depression which had been
escalating for some time so it was a great sign to me! There had been a lot of
‘strange’ activity in the house: My brother had been complaining of seeing
‘misty shapes’ in his room and lights all over the house keep flickering. There
were strange noises in the mornings and often things would get misplaced or
moved around. But it was this day Thursday 4th of February and the following
day at 3.36 a.m. that I sought the truth. I pleaded with the Master of the
Aeon; I had an ordinary task to perform (on Thursday 4th) and I requested the
power of Invisibility, which was granted to me. I had received proof of the
efficacy of the Great Work and that is why I designated this day, Thursday the
4th of February, 1993 as the beginning of my Magickal Probation which will last
for one year; it is the first step toward Neophyte whereby I shall furnish the
Temple for the coming of the Light!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Saturday 6th of February I was busy learning the first knowledge lecture
of the Golden Dawn and studying Hebrew. I began that night with exercises in
the ‘four-fold breath (13) and the tatwas. On Saturday 13th I recorded that I
had been studying pentagrams and geomancy and that a strange feeling descends
upon me, a sort of glow beginning at the head and descending but when I notice
it happening, it stops. I had been studying the various pentagrams and their
uses and the relationships with the tatwas etc, these I used in meditations. On
Wednesday 17th I began learning the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram
(14) and on Monday 1st of March I noted a ‘turning point’ where I performed the
Ritual astrally as opposed to physically, (this was actually at 2 a.m. on
Tuesday 2nd). As of Wednesday 3rd of March I performed the Lesser Banishing
Ritual (invoking) every morning physically and the Lesser Banishing Ritual
(banishing) every night physically. I would continue to do this without fail,
except for serious sickness throughout the year of probation.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Thursday 11th of March I did a diagram to show the expansion and
contraction of the universe:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">LIFE DEATH
AFTERLIFE
LIFE IN REVERSE</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Forward backwards
mirror
image</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">BIRTH..............*......................BIRTH...........................*</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em>On Wednesday 30th of October 1992 I received a phrase: ‘Backwards then
backwards again; backwards to the start then backwards to the end!’</em> </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 15th of March at 8.50 a.m. I received a vision, the likes of which
I had not received before. This would occur frequently from this day and
because of its intensity and quality of texture I called them ‘Fabric Visions’.
This first ‘fabric’ concerned horses being transferred from one field to
another; men wearing caps with rolled-up shirt sleeves. The vision was circa
1840 and I heard the place ‘Belfast’ mentioned. Later that day, I found myself
learning various forms of Magickal gestures! (15) I learnt the Golden Dawn 2nd
knowledge lecture on Monday 29th and Tuesday 30th of March. On Monday 5th I was
continuing with the 2nd knowledge lecture and on the next day my brother
complained of more noises in his room; at 3.45 a.m. he ran out the room after
some disturbance in which a ‘force’ threw something to the floor. My brother
and I have often seen the curious shifting light in that room as children, it
has a propulsion of its own, a living entity. I would guess that a death has
occurred in the upper rooms of the house in the past [this was later confirmed
as fact]. On the days of 8, 9, and 10th of April I observed the Holy Days by
reading Liber Legis and writing poetry. On Saturday the 10th I began the
beginnings of a formula which I would later return to:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">ASNIA 1+60+50+10+1=122 (1+2+2=5)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ASNYA 1+60+50+10+1=122 (1+2+2=5)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ASNEA 1+60+50+5+1=126 (1+2+6=9)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ASNA 1+60+50+1=112 (1+1+2=4)</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Amma Sobam Nocod Isro Adna [<em>Ah-em-mah, So-bah-mee, Noh-koh-dah,
Ee-ess-roh, Ah-dah-nah. Ah-ess-nee-ah.</em> ]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That night I got into my asana and used ‘abrahadabra’ (16) as my mantra.
This I would do each night after the Lesser Banishing Ritual, and also use the
tatwas. Here is an example:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thursday 15th of April. After LBR (ban). 3.45 a.m. I invoke Spirit passive.
Asana: Thunderbolt position. Breathing: in 7, out 14. (20-30 minutes). Felt as
if my right hand disappeared, cramp set in left leg. Felt like the end of the
world, quiet and still. It was hard to fight the boredom which descended upon
me but I persevered. Before I finished I heard a sound outside my door, the
stairs creaked and a voice which seemed to cackle, lasted what I thought to be
a long time. Then all was quiet and it seemed easier to concentrate now; images
flooded my brain of a landscape, vast and limitless. I felt so insignificant. I
banished the Spirit passive. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 19th of April I received ‘Thelema’ from Mandrake Press. On the
following day I was reading Liber LXV. On Saturday the 24th I wrote: ‘asana. I
feel I am on a magickal awakening. I am retracing my shoddy steps and
furnishing myself with due knowledge’; it then continues: ‘asana: left leg
under right, right leg crossed over; right hand on right knee, left hand on
left foot. Began at 3.10 a.m. and ended at 3.45 a.m. I endured the pain; I
could have gone on for longer but decided not to. Images came into my head
rapidly (a row of heads or face masks, 6 in total. The last one was green and
had cat-like large eyes).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">From this day my recording of ‘asanas’ and ‘exercises’ are almost daily:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 25th April. Asana: same position as 24th. 8.40-9.10. p.m. Pain begins
9.05 p.m. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 26th April. Asana: position as before. 3.40-4.30 p.m. severe pain in
left foot at the end (and right knee).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 27th April. Asana: position as before. 2.00-2.40 p.m. After 30 minutes
pain begins.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Wednesday 28th of April 1993 I had a Magickal breakthrough: I discovered
a certain aspect to the meaning of ASNIA at 4.20. p.m.:</span></div>
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soph
aur soph </span></i><br />
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BAF <span style="font-size: 10pt;">(IAO)</span></span><br />
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60
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216=70</span><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;">LVX</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Kether.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">NOT- (nothingness. Void)………...O</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Ain Soph- (no limit)………………………OO</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Ain Soph Aur- (the limitless light)……………………………………………..OOO</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Friday 30th of April a new force came into existence the likes of which I
cannot record here. I did my asana (left leg under anus, right leg bent with
raised knee: this is my position and I shall refer to it as the position of
Pan) from 2-3. p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 4th of May. Asana: Pan. 3.55-4.45 p.m. Pranayama: in 10, out 20. (Not
eaten). Pain intense after 35 minutes in right hip and right knee; pain in left
foot was unbearable.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 5th of May. Asana: Pan. 3.55-4.25 p.m. Reading 777. Gemutriah.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fri 7th of May. Asana: Pan. 12.45-1.25 p.m. Stomach empty. The next day I am
studying Ceremonial Magick.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 9th of May. Asana: Pan. 9.20-10.15 a.m. The last 10 minutes were
excruciating; I could not do one hour! Began sweating profusely at 10.10</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 10th of May. Asana: Pan. 2.00- 2.55 a.m. Weather: thunder. Became
cramped at 02.30 and in agony by 02.45. Sweating, breathing became uneven; I
felt on the borderline of consciousness; pain in left foot, right knee, right
thigh and right buttock; slight pain in right foot.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 11th of May. Asana: Pan. 2-2.30. pm. Interrupted!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 12th of May. Asana: Pan. 1.55-2.55 a.m. Pain after 30 minutes. Last 10
minutes very painful.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thur 13th of May. I was granted proof of my Magick after LBR and LVX Rituals
physically performed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fri 14th of May. Asana: Pan. 1.55-2.45. a.m. Interrupted, thus did not
complete one hour.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 15th of May. Reading Magick, Appendix II.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 18th of May. Asana: Pan. 2-2.35 a.m. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fri 21st of May. Asana: Pan. 2-2.45 a.m. Pain in left heel.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 22nd of May. ‘The struggle is nearly over; just time to slay old dragons
and have the courage to follow this chosen path!’ this is a reference to the
struggle between conflicting ideas within my ego; the old demons of the past
which re-occur and do not allow me to move forwards. These are to be ‘slayed’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 26th of May. Asana: Pan. 7.10-7.40 pm. Feeling unwell, conjunctivitis,
tired.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fri 28th of May. Asana: Pan. 2-3 a.m. Still unwell. Conjunctivitis.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 14th of June. Items were found on the floor and the kettle boiled dry
and no explanation at 8 am. On the night of Saturday 12th I created an ‘energy
mass’ using the solar plexus and I hope this is not the cause of the
disturbance. If so I will have to re-absorb it. I have not done Magickal work
recently as I have sworn an oath not to until a certain matter is fulfilled. I
later re-absorbed the energy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 19th of June. I intend to incorporate the R.C. (Rosy Cross) Ritual (17)
into my work and possibly prepare for Neophyte Ritual.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 6th of July. Asana. 11.25-11.43 a.m. Chakras.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fri 9th of July. Received Crowley’s ‘Rites of Eleusis’. On the following day
I wrote out some rituals: R.C. Ritual. Star Ruby Ritual. Read Rite of Jupiter.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 10th of July. Read Rite of Mars and Rite of Sol.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 12th of July. Asana: Legs crossed. 2-3 p.m. Pain in right foot at 2.45.
Read Rites of Venus, Mercury and Luna. The following day was spent learning the
Star Ruby Ritual and reading M.R. James.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On Monday 26th and Tuesday 27th. I performed the Star Ruby Ritual and later
in my asana: Pan, I did an exercise which used Pingala (18) and the mantra:
A.M.P.H. This lasted 15 minutes. I then did the Middle Pillar exercise (19) and
the Star Ruby Ritual.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 4th of Aug. Invocation at 1.30 pm. I used the Water pentagram and the
Water symbol. It rained at 3 pm and I banish it at 10 pm. [perhaps evidence of
insanity afterall! Editor]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 11th of Aug. Intended to attempt 30th Aethyr but decided against it
until tomorrow.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thur 12th, Feast day. Performed the Lesser Banishing Ritual at 7.15 a.m. and
repeated the 19th call: TEX, vibrating the names of the Governors (20). It went
very well and ended at 11.10 a.m. where I performed the LBR (banishing).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 16th, preparation for the 29th Aethyr: RII.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 18th, water pentagram established at 2.10 p.m. The rains came down at
5.55 p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 24th, the complete volumes of ‘The Equinox’ arrived from Mandrake Press
(they were left on the doorstep as if they were something unimportant!) I began
reading Equinox volume III, number 1. Asana: legs crossed, stomach raised,
hands clenched. LBR, breathing steady. I used the words ‘Love is the Law, Love
under Will’ written on a large white page and as I read downwards the letters
increased in size. I experienced a whirling sensation and spasms or ‘stomach
jumps’; I definitely felt on the brink of something. I will try again tomorrow
night.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 25th, water pentagram. Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente & Master of the
Temple to section V. Asana: lying flat on back. Breathing: in 9, hold 4, out 9,
hold 4. Managed ten minutes of this!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Thur 26th, completed Master of the Temple.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Fri 27th of Aug 1993. 29th Aethyr (21). After the LBR I made the call at
8.45 a.m. At 9.15 a.m. In my asana: legs crossed, hands gripped together with
the first fingers pointing upwards. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 9.15-10.09 a.m. Breathing
cycle: in 9, hold 4, out 9, hold 4. Some minor breaks. Chakras, Kundalini. Lost
time… my hands felt as if they were rising towards my face (body in suspension
sensation). I saw the white head and shoulders of a hairless man, turn to face
me. I make the appropriate pentagram to him and everything became illuminated
by white light (LVX). A black veil opened (22) and I saw ‘plumes of heat’ like
particles from the sun, boiling spumes etc. Then I saw a corner of a white room
with a white door with glass panels. There were white ‘amoebic’ shapes. I had a
‘break’ of a flower opening, not actual but suggested, very quickly in the
brain. I could look around and have use of my senses with complete control; I could
think, speak and move at will. The duration of the exercise lasted 56 minutes
(NU=56: NUIT). Lege Libellum (Light) from The Equinox.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 28th, Crowley’s ‘Last Ritual’ from Mandrake Press arrived. Lege Libellum
(Light) & Khabs am Pekht.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 1st of September, The Equinox: Seven Portals. Asana: Pan 9.50-10.30 p.m.
Pain in left leg became unbearable. I was ‘lured into the falsities of pain!’
Actual pain took hold 30 minutes into the practice = total 40 minutes. I plan
to deprive myself from the sense of hearing and use the 4 fold breath. This
morning I dreamt that my uncle H---- was shaking my hand; I took it to mean
that he would die soon. [In fact it would appear that his wife, my aunt L---
would die and he would soon follow]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 4th, asana: Dragon. 12.55 p.m. Breath in (stomach out) breath out
(stomach in) - 1.00. 5 minutes duration. It became easy to keep the rhythm; not
my usual asana though I do like the Dragon posture as it keeps the spine rigid.
Breathing was quite rapid and I felt on the threshold of unconsciousness, but
that was not the point of the exercise, which was: to concentrate the mind on 2
aspects of breathing in a given duration (5 minutes) of rapid inhalation and
exhalation, with the concentration set on the rise and fall of the chest cavity.
Asana: legs crossed 12.10 a.m. (Sun 5th) -1 a.m. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 8th, Golden Dawn Knowledge Lectures and Tarot.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 12th, strange Magickal occurrences are happening almost daily.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 13th. Asana: Pan. 4-4.30 p.m. I felt a burning sensation in my left hand
and right leg after 15 minutes. Not painful, more a pleasant glow as if I had
walked twenty miles. The pain came at the end of the practice, mostly right leg
at the knee and top of thigh. I also felt very sleepy; I could have done more
but I stated I would do 30 minutes and 30 minutes I did! Also stomach empty.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 15th, LBR. Astral journey.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 18th, reading 777 tables. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 21st, Performed a secret rite which I later carried out in its initial
stage. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 22nd, Performed the second part of the Rite.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 25th, asana: Pan. 8.10-8.58 a.m. Duration= 48 minutes. Pain at 8.45
which became severe and I felt a sort of thunderous charge travel through my
body in bursts. I intended to do an hour but it was too painful and I was also
disturbed. Pain in right knee and hip, left foot numb.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 26th, asana: legs crossed and arms folded on chest. 2.35 a.m. LBR.
Breathing smooth for count of 8 and imagined my body in front of me, robed in
scarlet and carrying the wand. I transferred to it and looked at my earth body.
I rose into the air with my feet together and arms at my sides. The right hand
holds the wand. I said ‘take me earthwards!’ and I re-entered my body.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 28th, past life regression attempts.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 2nd of October. Asana: dragon. 12.15-12.25 p.m. (12.15-12.20 right
thumb, right nostril; 12.20-12.25 left thumb, left nostril). Toes bent inwards.
Pain and gentle sweating. I performed the asana on a small one-and-a-half to
two-foot table. I thought: I am looking into from outside! But I was inside
looking out (facing the window). Pain in feet at end 12.25. The Law is for All:
Comments. Asana: Reversed Pan. 9.05-10.15 p.m. I didn’t really notice I was
doing asana until 40 minutes had passed by; I had just naturally slipped into
it unaware. Extreme pain when I unfolded myself. Duration: 1 hour, 10 minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 4th, preparing for the 28th Aethyr, also plans for the Neophyte Ritual:
‘I seek Initiation!’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 5th, ‘Do what thou wilt…’ are the first words that issue from my mouth
upon waking; the first vocal vibration as an act of prayer. ‘Love is the law…’
are the last words spoken before sleep. This I do daily.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 6th, reading The Equinox III, Master of the Temple. Asana: Pan.
9.04-9.55 p.m. Duration: 51 minutes. Rhythmic breathing: (‘breath-in,
breath-out). Pain start at 9.45. If I were alone in the room the pain would
have made me shout out! I was on the threshold of sweating. At the end there
was pain in the right leg, thigh and ankle. I took 5 minutes to rest the legs
before I could walk. Those 5 minutes between 9.50 and 9.55 seemed to take
forever but the pain was almost enjoyable at 9.45! Once more: ‘I seek
Initiation!’</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 9th. Book of Lies. Asana: Pan. 7.05-8.05 p.m. The pain began at 7.45 and
the minutes 8-8.05 were terrifying! Pain in right ankle, knee and thigh.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 10th. 3 a.m. I felt as if I were the last man on earth. I felt on the
threshold of something as I sat in bed, yet I knew not what! Mantra: A.M.P.H.
after LBR. Began mantra at 3 a.m. and my mouth was quite watery; after 15
minutes my mouth was as dry as the desert. I did not count the breaks: fool
that I am! I felt that I was a table in a room, where the surface was my mind,
smooth and ready to accept ornamentation: fruit bowl, flowers etc. I must keep
a more detailed record of breaks!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">3.48 p.m. I feel for the first time in my life that I am all microcosm in
the macrocosm (23). Solitude… matter and motion… Though I must judge falsities
for truth, this and the previous exercises of Sat 9th and Sun 10th have only
strengthened my vigilance and courage in the fight for existence. Thelema shall
rise above Love! The H.G.A. (Holy Guardian Angel) (24) spoke so much of, ‘shall
be conversed’ and ‘ye shall know NOT’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Asana: Legs crossed. 8-8.30 p.m. and later at 9.05-9.55 (same asana). Pain
after 30 minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 11th October. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 2.35-2.45 a.m. (5 breaks). </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 13th October. After the LBR. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 2.45 a.m. Chakras.
Rhythmic breathing. LIGHT-LVX-DHYANA (25), I cannot tell if I am breathing in
or out, it felt like one huge inhalation or exhalation; I also felt pressure on
my chest. I felt dry and hot with a sensation of floating which lasted longer
than I’d experienced it before. ‘I have gone beyond that which I could not
penetrate. Raining and windy outside; I heard the window tap which increased
and focused the DHARANA (26). My mind seemed elevated to a higher
consciousness; the breath seemed cold on inhalation: like ‘life’ awakening the
‘death’ in ‘resurrection’; or electricity! My stomach was empty; my being felt
as if it were in a tumbling void, formless and timeless; my skin could have
been any shape or shapeless, there were no boundaries to conform to as in the
physical structure. I felt that I could have gone on much further with this,
but the practice ended. When I began I noticed there was a strong illumination
(my eyes were closed) which I have experienced a few times, a white light which
floods the brain and senses as if drowning in it and penetrated by it; like a
beam in the night sky. During asana my body was rigid in a straight, lying
position. A lot has happened since Sat 9th October e.v. [era vulgari: the
common era] I sought Initiation – I was granted Initiation!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sat 16th October. Songs of the Spirit. Asana: Pan. 8-8.40 p.m. The pain
began earlier than usual at 8.25; quite severe in the right leg.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 17th October. LBR. Chakras. 2.40 a.m. Weather: very cold outside and
cold in the Temple. Mantra: A.M.P.H. I had the sensation that my head was high
in the clouds and my body was separate from it on the ground, but still
connected; it was a struggle to think of my body and to contemplate it
belonging to me, likewise, it was difficult to think of my head as part of my
body. It was as if my head were a balloon on a string, or a kite soaring far from
me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 19th October. After LBR, chakras and mantra: A.M.P.H. 2.10-2.20 a.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 20th October. After LBR, chakras. 2.10-2.20 a.m. Failed to get results.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 24th October. 3.20 a.m. I lost all consciousness of myself; I was awake
yet I knew not who I was or where I was; I had lost the means of existence and
the grip on reality which holds us in the present. I was nothingness in a void!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 27th October. 4 or 5 a.m. I looked into a mirror and saw my astral body.
I was on a warehouse roof and there were French girls dressed as waitresses; I
was at the window ledge when a voice said: ‘Do you want to wake up?’ The
question was repeated and I heard a loud scream in my left ear which woke me
up. I was sweating, my eyes were open. I felt exhausted as if I had been in a
great struggle; in fact, I struggled with madness this night: I did not win,
but I did not lose either! There was difficulty in opening my eyes, which took
some time. I really believed that a ‘madness’ was upon me! At the window, my
astral body was near to me, but the voice in my left ear: could it have been
some disembodied entity? Or perhaps my H.G.A. And was it the same ‘presence’
that helped me to escape the vision as the one who forced me into it? All I
know is there was genuine fear of the unknown at the mirror which I endured,
but I never answered ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to the question ‘Do you want to wake up?’,
it was a conscious decision made on my part by an external force: I feared for
my sanity. I had not planned to go to this place yet I was abducted from sleep!
Before this happened I was having difficulty sleeping so I tried to relax my
mind and let random images flow into it, but I kept hearing music and my eyes
naturally rose up into my head. I made a conscious effort to stop them doing so
which created a sort of rocking motion in my head. Also the voice came to the
left ear which was exposed as I was lying on my right side.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 31st October. Halloween. Asana: Lotus position (I have been trying this
position for short periods) 9.25-9.35 p.m. I was situated in my brother’s room
(the haunted room) in the dark listening to Danse Macabre, Night on the Bare
Mountain and Sorcerer’s Apprentice. I did not feel alone at all. Ended at 9.45
p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mon 1st November. Asana: Pan. 11.05-11.40 a.m. Painful after 15 minutes and
I literally became ecstatic with pain!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tue 2nd November. LBR. 2.25 a.m. Mantra: A.M.P.H. No effect too tired.
Asana: Pan. 8.35-9.05 p.m. I intended to do one hour but I was disturbed.
Magick: Bloody sacrifice!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 7th November. Asana: Pan. 3.05-3.40 p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Wed 10th November. LBR. Mantra: A.M.P.H. 2.30 a.m. Crowley’s shaven head.
Rushing down a dark tube; colour appear to be earthy reds and browns. I entered
a landscape; crowds of people were staring at me (but I go onwards), buildings
appeared. A new mantra takes my mind: ‘I must endure, even till nought!’ There
was an expanding sensation as my body became more and more shell-like. All
ended in mist.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">6 p.m. Phenomena has been noticed in the house again! Someone keeps opening
(or closing) the letter box. There is some metal wire attached to it so it
could be fastened shut to prevent unwanted things being pushed through etc but
still it is sometimes open and sometimes closed! There is also the sound of a
door opening sometime in the early hours upstairs and it has been heard by
several people in the house. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sun 14th November. Much of my diary has been ‘foolishly on my part’ censored
and so lines and even pages are erased and are illegible; magickal and sexual
references are blanked out. At 2.45 a.m. something of a magickal nature
occurred. Later I was awoken by a very strong wind blowing through my window; I
felt as if a presence was attempting to wake me. I had difficulty breathing as
if something was restricting me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Fri 19th November. My aunt L---- has been in the last stages of life for
some time now. During the night the clock stopped and two hours elapsed before
the clock started by itself again. The following day my aunt L---- died at 2
p.m. (as it was revealed to me in vision!)</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Sat 20th November. 3.25 a.m. LBR. Chakras. Mantra: A.M.P.H. Tatwa: Blue
Disc. I gave up after a few minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Sun 28th November. Asana: Pan. 7-7.45 p.m. Not too painful.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Mon 29th November. An Invocation using Water Pentagram at 4 p.m. It rained
at 7 p.m. I banished it at 9.30 p.m. it stopped soon after. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Thur 2nd December. LBR. Chakras in morning. Body rigid, breathing rhythmic.
I drifted off to sleep with my mantra: ‘Perdurabo’ (27) rippling on my lips. I
was upside down and inside out. It became easy to induce euphoria using my eyes
and falsely telling my brain that I was in a state of euphoria. It lasted about
10 minutes, but what is time?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Sat 4th December. At 3.20 p.m. I performed a secret rite!</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Tue 7th December. 3.20 a.m. LBR. Chakras, good success. Mantra: A.M.P.H.,
breathe slow and rapid but too tired to make anything of importance. Asana:
8.30-9.10 p.m.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Sat 11th December. 3.40 a.m. LBR. Mantra: A.M.P.H. I became almost unaware
of speaking and my lips seemed to be rippling. I concentrated on the mantra and
visualise it as a huge wheel turning, with the mantra whirling upon it. A
pyramid came to me, in a desert, under the night sky. I looked down upon it
from a 45 degree angle. Also a human face came to me and filled my very being;
it was a while before I noticed him staring at me and I startled as I saw his
piercing eyes (he was an elderly gentleman); every wrinkle upon his face
shouted ‘evil’. It is as if he passed through me, but lingered for a while to
see who was looking in on his world. LBR Banish as normal (I find I am able to
perform it in my sleep, before I wake).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Golden Dawn Lectures and Middle Pillar Exercise 7.50-9.25 p.m. Asana: Pan.
7.50-8.50 p.m. Pain began at 8.40, sweating and body felt tense. Middle Pillar
Exercise.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Sun 12th December. 3.15 a.m. LBR. Rose Cross and Middle Pillar Exercise. I
feel Regardie is correct when he says the Middle Pillar Exercise alone can
stimulate LVX.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Tue 21st December. Winter Solstice 8.26 p.m. At 4 a.m. this morning my
brother was alarmed at noises within his room again and seeing the white
flashes!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><em>Love is the Law, love under will.</em>
</span></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Notes:</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">1. Asana – a position assumed by the body for the practice of yoga. There
are eight branches within Yoga: a) Yama (control), b) Niyama (super control),
c) Asana (posture control), d) Pranayama (breath control), e) Pratyahara
(introspection/analysis), f) Dharana (concentration on one), g) Dhyana (first
trance state), h) Samadhi (final trance state; union with God, the Universe).
See Magick, part I and Liber O vel Manus et Sagittae, sub figura vi, The
Equinox II, p 11. Also Liber E vel Exercitiorum, The Equinox I, p 25. Also The
Wake World in Konx Om Pax, p 1.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">2. Pranayama – prana (Sanskrit) ‘life force’ [breath] and ayama (Sanskrit)
‘control’. See Magick, part I. Also Liber CCVI Liber Ru vel Spiritus, The
Equinox VII, p 59.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">3. Tatwa: There are five Tatwas, each representing an element – Prithivi
(yellow square), element: earth, Sephira: Malkuth; Vayu (blue circle), element:
air, Sephira: Yesod; Apas (silver crescent), element: water, Sephira: Hod;
Tejas (red triangle), element: fire, Sephira: Netzach; Akasha (black/indigo
egg/ovoid), element: ether/spirit, Sephira:Tiphareth. They are used
specifically for elemental astral visionary purposes.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">4. Aethyr of air. See Tatwa.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">5. Sylph – an elemental being that inhabits the element of Air.</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">6. Asnia: A magical word whose number is 122, specific to the probationer.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">7. Kundalini: the ‘coiled’ serpent at the base of the spine; an energy force
[shakti] relative to the sexual organs. The Kundalini serpent is ‘awakened’ and
rises up through the chakras to the crown of the head (Sahasrara chakra).</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">8. Book of the Law: Liber Al vel Legis. For a full account of this see
Aleister Crowley’s ‘The Equinox of the Gods’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">9. Abramelin: an elaborate operation in which the magician, through daily
ritual and intense invocations, discovers his or her Holy Guardian Angel. It is
the most important aspect of the Great Work. Crowley purchased Boleskine House
on the banks of Loch Ness, Scotland, solely for the purpose of performing this
dangerous operation. See ‘The Confessions of Aleister Crowley’ and ‘The Sacred
Magic of Abramelin the Mage’ by S. L. Mathers.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">10. Chakras: the seven centres of psychic energy in line with the spine,
beginning with the muladhara at the base of the spine; the svadisthana or
sacral chakra; the manipura or solar plexus; the anahata or heart chakra; the
vishudda or throat chakra; the ajna or third eye (pineal gland), and the
sahasrara or crown chakra.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">11. Mudra: a symbolic ritual gesture usually performed by the hands or
fingers.</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">12. Mantra: A.M.P.H. [Aum Mani Padme Hum]. See Magick, part I.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">13. Four-fold breath: A technique used to relax and control the mind
previous to magical work. Inhale to a count of 4; hold for a count of 4; exhale
for a count of 4 and hold for a count of 4 – (4/4/4/4/).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">14. LBR pent: the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram. See Magick,
appendix vii: Liber O vel Manus Et Sagittae sub figura vi.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">15. Gestures. See Magick, part III – ‘Of The Gestures’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">16. Abrahadabra: the Word of the Aeon that signifies the Great Work is
accomplished. It is the uniting of the Pentagram (5) and the Hexagram (6); the
Microcosm and the Macrocosm, and therefore it is a magical formula whose number
is 418. Note there are five letter A’s and six consonants which equals eleven
letters: eleven is the number of Magick.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">17. R.C. ritual: the Ritual of the Rosy Cross. A ceremony taught in the
Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, which like the Lesser Banishing Rituals of
the Pentagram and the Hexagram, cleanses the space in which the magician works
and enables the mind to focus on the work.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">18. Pingala (sun): one of the nadis which runs alongside the sushumna. Its
opposite nadi is the Ida (moon).</span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">19. Middle Pillar exercise: a technique developed in the Golden Dawn and
later expanded upon by Israel Regardie. See ‘The Complete Golden Dawn System of
Magic’ by Regardie and his ‘Middle Pillar’.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">20. 19th call aethyr enochian. See Liber LXXXIV – Vel Chanokh. The Equinox
VII, p 229 and VIII p 99. Also see Liber CCCCXVIII The Vision and the Voice –
Aerum vel Saeculi, The Equinox V, special supplement.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">21. 29th aethyr. See Liber LXXXIV – Vel Chanokh. The Equinox VII, p 229 and
VIII p 99. Also see Liber CCCCXVIII The Vision and the Voice – Aerum vel Saeculi,
The Equinox V, special supplement.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">22. LVX: Latin (Lux)= Light. See The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the
Hexagram. Paroketh: The Veil of Illusion, a symbolic portal separating
Tiphareth from the lower half of the Tree of Life. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">23. Microcosm, Macrocosm: Man and God; earth and the Heavens. The Pentagram
and the Hexagram etc.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">24. HGA: Holy Guardian Angel. See Liber LXV Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente,
The Equinox XI (vol III) part 1.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">25. Dhyana. ‘Is the holding the mind on to some particular object. An unbroken
flow of knowledge in that subject is Dhyana. When that, giving up all forms,
reflects only the meaning, it is samadhi’. [Magick p 30] See Magick, part I.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">26. Dharana. See Magick, part I.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">27. Perdurabo (Latin) ‘I will endure to the end!’ Aleister Crowley’s magical
motto in the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE MAGIC BOOK WORM</span>
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<span style="color: black;">REVIEWS BY BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">
<strong>Magick In Theory And Practice - by Aleister Crowley.</strong>
</span><br />
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<em>Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.</em>
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
This is Crowley's magnum opus and an essential book for any enthusiast of the occult arts or student of Crowley's system of Magick. It comprises of three sections:
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Part I - Mysticism (yoga techniques) the basis for all magical work.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Part II - Ceremonial Magic with a complete description of the magical weapons and their uses as taught in the Golden Dawn.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Part III - Crowley's magical system in theory and practice expounded with its foundations rooted in the Book of the Law and the aeon of Horus. There are certain formulas with their significance to the Great Work and chapters on Consecrations, Oaths, Invocations, Clairvoyance, Divination, Alchemy and rituals taken from The Equinox.
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Some of the ideology can be obscure to the beginner but through diligent research and understanding many of its tenets become clearer to the student. I would suggest that it is read alongside The Great Beast by John Symonds and The Magical Records of the Beast 666 by Symonds & Grant. The Book of the Law is also advised for the most part of the book, especially part III, and what burgeoning library of the student would be complete without The Confessions of Aleister Crowley?
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">It is the handbook that all modern day magicians should own. I personally obtained the book in my early teens and the book seemed to grow in strength with a magical energy of its own - it became a living tool and a compendium of great knowledge and wisdom. It is therefore an excellent place for those with an open and enquiring mind wishing to unravel and understand the great driving force and life's work of the man they dubbed 'the wickedest man in the world' - Aleister Crowley!
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">
<em>Love is the law, love under will.</em> </span><br />
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<strong>Gems From The Equinox - by Israel Regardie.</strong>
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This is an excellent compendium of the major works found in Crowley's great masterpiece of occult knowledge - The Equinox, a periodical which declared the Law of the New Aeon of Thelema. Gems from the Equinox is divided into seven sections on themes such as: The Book of the Law, Yoga, Magick, and Sex Magick etc and there is something for all students and scholars of Magick and Crowley's works in this concise collection. Israel Regardie has done a fine job on this volume of illumination, yet how can it ever compare to that superior star which is the Equinox?
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">There are some omissions which I feel should have been included, such as: The Temple of Solomon the King, John St John, Across the Gulf, The Rites of Eleusis, The Herb Dangerous, and The Soldier! and the Hunchback?... - yes, these are available elsewhere and space is always a factor, yet to have them all in one volume would be a wonder indeed!
</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">But we must forgive Mr Regardie for reducing the greatest periodical ever written in the English language concerning magical instruction, into a mere work of art and beauty in one extraordinary volume, of which, I'm sure Crowley would have approved (despite the omissions)!
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<strong>The Collected Works Of Aleister Crowley - by Aleister Crowley.</strong>
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The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley (three volumes) is just a small fragment of his massive, prolific output. In volume one we see the young 'beast', already enjoying the assembled air of aristocracy and demonic debauchery, in his rooms at Trinity College, Cambridge, immersed in science and philosophy. The poems are chiefly spiritual and mystical and they show the lyrical and dramatic influences of Baudelaire, Swinburne, Shelley and Byron. We see a man bored by the constraints of Edwardian England, seeking new horizons and new sins. Poems such as 'Aceldama', 'The Tale of Archaise', 'Songs of the Spirit', 'Jephthah' and 'Tanhauser' give us a glimpse into the mind of the great man and his vast knowledge. Volume two continues with 'Alice: An Adultery' and 'The Sword of Song', while volume three concludes with 'Why Jesus Wept', Rosa Mundi, and other love songs', 'Rodin in Rime' and 'Orpheus'. We find Crowley the 'romantic' and Crowley the 'wanderer', yet 'White Stains' (1898) and 'Snowdrops from a Curate's Garden' (1908) are curiously not included!
Crowley proves himself a highly technical poet with a mastery of the English language, yet some say his poems are mere exercises in which to display his wealth of learning and that amongst the deep ocean of his verse are only a handful of sunken treasures. This is probably true for the casual reader, afterall, who takes the time and trouble to read Tennyson anymore! But for those willing to look beyond the mountain of lies written about Crowley and his reputation as the 'wickedest man in the world'; to discover a little more about this huge figure in occult history, then what better place to begin than where the soul is laid bare - his poetry!
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The Magical Record Of The Beast 666 - by John Symonds and Kenneth Grant.</strong>
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The Magical Record of the Beast 666 by John Symonds and Kenneth Grant gives us a fascinating glimpse into the magical activities of Aleister Crowley during the years of the Great War. They can be read as a continuation of the experiments he made with fellow magician and poet Victor Neuburg, during 1914 in The Paris Working - a series of homosexual 'operations' which were a transition between the ceremonial rituals as taught in the Golden Dawn and the sex rites of the Ordo Templi Orientis. The sexual force replaced the lengthy conjurations of the past and the records aim to show to what extent the sexual 'current' can determine or influence events. The 'Magical Records' comprises of 'Rex de Arte Regia' (The King on the Royal Art), a magical diary beginning in Sept 1914 - March 1915 and continuing Feb 1916 - Sept 1918. There is also 'The Magical Record of the Beast' from Dec 1919 - Dec 1920, followed by Liber Al vel Legis (The Book of the Law). This is an invaluable book to the collector of 'Crowleyana' and it documents an important period in the history of his life.
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<strong>The Confessions Of Aleister Crowley - Edited by John Symonds and Kenneth Grant.</strong>
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The Confessions of Aleister Crowley, written in the nineteen-twenties, mostly at the Abbey of Thelema, contain his fascinating exploits in magick, his travels and mountain climbing and his Great Revelation for Mankind - the Law of Thelema, as received in the Book of the Law, in Cairo, 1904. Crowley broke all the conventions of his day and explored the outer regions of mind and body through the use of sex, drugs, ceremonial magic and Eastern philosophy. He exhausted himself on adventure and although he often lived up to his reputation as the 'wickedest man in the world' he was sometimes capable of heroic gestures and he wrote some of the most sublime passages of poetry in the English language. I have read this book several times and it is always a delight. Written in six parts with easy to digest chapters the interest remains throughout the major events of Crowley's life - his encounter with the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn; the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage; his meeting and friendship with Allan Bennett, his marriage to Rose Kelly; Liber Al vel Legis; the Kanchenjunga expedition; the Abbey of Thelema, and so on...
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<span style="color: black;">However he is remembered: magician, poet, mountaineer or chess master, this book will remain a witty and wise account of one of the greatest enigmatical figures in English history. Superb!
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">PEGAMINA</span>
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<span style="color: black;">By BARRY VAN-ASTEN
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PART ONE
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PEGAMINA AND THE DANCING MERMAID
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Pretty things were all she thought about, for they reminded her of her mother’s love. When she heard the birds singing, she heard her mother’s soft voice calling to her. When she smelt the pretty flowers growing in the meadow, she smelt the fresh morning fragrance of her mother. When she felt the warmth of the sun upon her face, she felt her mother’s kiss upon her cheek. And each morning as she buttoned up her dress, she would remember how her mother had once held four pearl-white buttons in her hand and said ‘now Pegamina, I will give you the sun and the stars and the world’ and she placed three of the buttons into Pegamina’s hand, saying ‘the fourth I shall keep for myself for it is the moon and one day, you shall have that too!’ And whenever Pegamina looked at the moon in the night sky, she would make a wish and cry for Pegamina missed her mother so much.
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<span style="color: black;">When she felt sad her father would say ‘your mother was so kind and gentle Peg that God wanted her to be an angel and although she is not here anymore, she will always be with us in our hearts’. But Pegamina did not understand why her mother could not be an angel and still be her mother.
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<span style="color: black;">Poor Pegamina, she was such an unhappy little girl and she found it so difficult to make friends, which made her feel so much alone. And so she lived in her own world of dreams where everything is beautiful and nothing can hurt you. But other children found her strange and called her cruel names until she would cry and want her mother to come and wrap her arms around her and say ‘mother will make it all better’, but she never came.
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<span style="color: black;">Sometimes she would sit in the garden, playing by herself and watching the small animals that crossed the lane into the field beyond, and she would whisper: ‘oh fox, I only want to be like other children’. But in her heart she knew that even the gentle creatures that she greeted, silently turned away from her, which hurt her just as much as the horrible names the other children would shout at her. But oh how Pegamina loved the animals.
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<span style="color: black;">Like most little girls she was very fond of horses, but Pegamina’s favourite animal in the whole world was the elephant. In fact, when she was small the only thing she would ever draw was elephants: baby elephants, dancing elephants and great tusked giant elephants. She even collected cuddly toy elephants and little elephant statues. But now, she could hardly look at an elephant without bursting into tears, for they reminded her of when her mother would take her into her arms when she felt sad and say ‘my little elephant, Peg?’ and she would begin to tell Pegamina her favourite story, always beginning with how she is a very special little girl, for you see ‘God made all the little animals and when he had finished he sat back and looked upon his creations with great pride. But there was one little elephant in the kingdom who wept day and night for he was such an unhappy elephant; he would go into the forest alone and look at his reflection in the river as the tears rolled down his face, falling into the water. And when God saw this he took pity on the sad little elephant and asked him why he was so sad, and the elephant replied:
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<span style="color: black;">‘You have given the nightingale its beautiful song; you have given the tiger its mighty roar; you have given the rhino its distinguishing horn, but what have I? You have given the stag its proud antlers and the leopard its spots and you have given the peacock its handsome tail, but what have I?’ And God looked upon the little elephant and said:
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<span style="color: black;">‘It is true that I have given each animal its special gift, and so to you will I give something special, for you see, I cannot have sadness in my kingdom’. And after a moment’s thought, the gift was given. But the little elephant felt no different and said so.
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<span style="color: black;">‘Look into the water!’ said God. And the elephant looked, and he saw, waving in front of his face, a huge trunk that he dipped into the water, as tears of happiness ran down it. And the sad little elephant was never sad again.
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<span style="color: black;">Pegamina never tired of hearing the story and would prompt her mother if she forgot the slightest detail, or ask for parts of it to be repeated, for she so loved the sound of her mother’s comforting voice. And after the story had been told, she always liked to wonder what it would be like being that little elephant, looking at the sky through its eyes and drinking from the river with its trunk, spraying the water into the air.
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<span style="color: black;">On other occasions her mother would sing to her. Most of all Pegamina liked the song about the scarecrow who wanted to see everything in the world, but because he had no legs, he couldn’t even move so much as a step, and so he had to dream what the world is like:
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‘My back is an old wooden pole,
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<span style="color: black;">My chest is a bundle of straw;
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<span style="color: black;">Here I stand between pastures that roll,
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<span style="color: black;">Yet my dreams show me so much more...
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I want to see how children play
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<span style="color: black;">But my eyes are black and worn.
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<span style="color: black;">I want to rise from this forest of hay
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<span style="color: black;">Where I fight with my days in the corn!
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I want to see rivers that endlessly flow
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<span style="color: black;">Towards some distant shore;
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<span style="color: black;">I want to be free for I have to know
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<span style="color: black;">Why crows don’t scare, no more!
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I want to see flowers and blossoms and blooms
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<span style="color: black;">To talk about art in elegant rooms
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<span style="color: black;">And not stumble with which words to say!
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I want to see so much more than I do,
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<span style="color: black;">Where nature’s dreams collide...
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<span style="color: black;">To trample my limbs in the luminous dew
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<span style="color: black;">Where angel eyes have cried!
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My back is an old wooden pole,
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<span style="color: black;">My chest is a bundle of straw;
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<span style="color: black;">No heart in my breast nor no soul
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But most of all Pegamina liked to hear the story about the broken-hearted mermaid who had only one desire in life and that was to dance like a ballerina. But how can a mermaid dance when there is a tail where legs should be?
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<span style="color: black;">One moonlit night, as the mermaid sat singing some sad and beautiful tune beside a rock, the wind began to blow around her and through her long golden hair as it whispered into her small sea-shell-like ear: ‘why are you singing such a sad song when you are so beautiful that even the moon is envious of your beauty?’ And the mermaid replied: ‘I am sad, for I am tired of the sea and all it contains, my only true desire is to dance and be a ballerina, admire by all who come and see me’. And the wind said ‘beautiful mermaid, you are what you are, can’t you be happy with that?’ And the tearful mermaid replied, ‘I have tried all my life to be content with the sea, but I don’t like who I am or what I have become!’ ‘Then I shall give you all that you desire!’ the wind said, ‘but you must promise never to return to the sea, for I would not see your beauty altered, and in granting your wish, a star must die! Tell me, do you still wish?’
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<span style="color: black;">‘I wish!’ said the mermaid. And the air grew still and the sea grew calm as she trembled and swam slowly towards the shore. And then, from the foam she rose on the most beautiful legs you could ever imagine and all she could do was admire them in the moonlight. Then suddenly, she took a step, and then another, until eventually she was twirling, first this way, then that way, upon her toes. And then she stood upon one leg with her arms in the air, bringing her perfectly arched leg down to rest beside the other, as she made the most beautiful movements across the sand; more beautiful than the waves had ever been, or the dolphins under the sea. And she danced until she was gone, far from the sea and happier than she had ever been before, and only a little sad for the death of a star. And Pegamina would often think about the mermaid and wonder if she would ever stop dancing.</span>
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