THE EQUINOX OF THE GODS

        

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                             (typed by Soror Alice)

        

                                   ANNUM Lxxx

        

                                 SOL IN AQUARIUS

        

                                  LUNA IN VIRGO





        A PARAPHRASE OF THE INSCRIPTIONS UPON 

        THE OBVERSE OF THE STELE OF REVELLING

        

        Above, the gemmed azure is

           The naked splendour of Nuit;

        She bends in ecstasy to kiss

           The secret ardours of Hadit.

        The winged globe, the starry blue

        Are mine, o Ankh-f-n-Khonsu.

                                        

        I am the Lord of Thebes, and I

           The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;

        For me unveils the veiled sky,

          The self-slain Ankh-f-n-Khonsu

        Whose words are truth.  I invoke, I greet

        Thy presence, o Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

        

        Unity uttermost showed!

         I adore the might of Thy breath,

        Supreme and terrible God,

          Who makest the gods and death

           To tremble before Thee:--

          I,I adore thee!

        

        Appear on the throne of Ra!

          Open the ways of the Khu!

        Lighten the ways of the Ka!

          The ways of the Khabs run through

            To stir me or still me!

           Aum! let it kill me!

        

        The Light is mine; its rays consume

          Me: I have made a secret door

        Into the House of Ra and Tum,

          Of Khephra, and of Ahathoor.

        I am thy Theban, o Mentu,

        The prophet Ankh-f-n-Khonsu!

        

        By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;

          By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.

        Show thy star-splendour, O Nuith!

          Bid me within thine House to dwell,

        O winged snake of light, Hadith!

        Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

        

        (next two pages are front and back of Stele)





        A PARAPHRASE OF THE HIEROGLYPHS OF THE

        II LINES UPON THE REVERSE OF THE STELE

        

        Saith of Mentu the truth-telling brother

        Who was master of Thebes from his birth:

         O heart of me, heart of my mother!

        O heart which I had upon earth!

        Stand not thou up against me a witness!

        Oppose me not, judge, in my quest!

        Accuse me not now of unfitness

        Before the Great God, the dread Lord of the West!

        For I fastened the one to the other

        With a spell for their mystical girth,

        The earth and the wonderful West, 

        When I flourished, o earth, on the breast!

        

        The dead man Ankh-f-n-Khonsu

        Saith with his voice of truth and calm:

        O thou that hast a single arm!

        O thou that glitterest in the moon!

        I weave thee in the spinning charm;

        I lure thee with the billowy tune.

        

        The dead man Ankh-f-n-Khonsu

        Hath parted from the darkling crowds,

        Hath joined the dwellers of the light,

        Opening Duant, the star-abodes,

        Their keys receiving.

        The dead man Ankh-f-n-Khonsu

        Hath made his passage into night,

        His pleasure on the earth to do

        Among the living.



                                   

                            THE EQUINOX OF THE GODS.

        

                          The Official Organ of the A A 

                                        

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                Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

                        Love is the law, love under will.

                             The word of the law is

                               THELEMA (in Greek)

                        The Official Organ of the O.T.O. 

        

        

                         Deus est Homo (lamen in middle)

        

                               Vol. III   No. III

        

               An I x                                 Sol in Libra

        

                             SEPTEMBER MCMXXXVI E.V.

                              Issued by the O.T.O.



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                                    CONTENTS

                             

                                                                    Page

        

        The Summons  ..............................................  I

        

        A Summary    ..............................................  3

        

        LIBER AL vel LEGIS

        

           Sub Figura CCXX as Delivered by XCIII==

        

           4I8 to DCLXVI ............................................I3

        

        GENESIS LIBRI AL ............................................39

        

        

        

                                  ILLUSTRATIONS

        

        The Stele of Revealing  ........................... Frontispiece

        

        Four Horoscopes  ................................ Facing Summons

          

        First sketch of a Qabalistic Key to Liber AL ................I38

          

        

                                     POCKET  

        THE COMMENT

        Facsimile of the MS. of Liber AL



                                  THE SUMMONS.

        

             On  April 8, 9 and I0, I904, e.v. this book was dictated  to 

        666  (Aleister Crowley) by Aiwass, a Being whose nature  he  does 

        not fully understand, but who described Himself as "the  Minister 

        of Hoor-Paar-Kraat" (the Lord of Silence).

        

             The  contents of the book prove to strict scientific  demon-

        stration  that  He  possesses knowledge and  power  quite  beyond 

        anything that has been hitherto associated with human faculties.

        

             The  circumstances  of the dictation are  described  in  the 

        Equinox, Vol. I, No. vii:  but a fuller account, with an  outline 

        of  the  proof  of the character of the book is now  here  to  be 

        issued.

        

             The book announces a New Law for mankind.

        

             It  replaces the moral and religious sanctions of the  past, 

        which have everywhere broken down, by a principle valid for  each 

        man and woman in the world, and self-evidently indefeasible.

        

             The  spiritual Revolution announced by the book has  already 

        taken place:  hardly a country where it is not openly manifest.

        

             Ignorance  of  the true meaning of this new Law has  led  to 

        gross anarchy.  Its conscious adoption in its proper sense is the 

        sole cure for the political, social and racial unrest which

        have  brought about the World War, the catastrophe of Europe  and 

        America, and the threatening attitude of China, India and Islam.

        

             Its solution of the fundamental problems of mathematics  and 

        philosophy will establish a new epoch in history.

        

             But it must not be supposed that so potent an instrument  of 

        energy can be used without danger.

        

             I summon, therefore, by the power and authority entrusted to 

        me,  every great spirit and mind now on this planed incarnate  to 

        take  effective hold of this transcendent force, and apply it  to 

        the advancement of the welfare of the human race.

        

             For  as  the experience of these two and  thirty  years  has 

        shown too terribly, the book cannot be ignored.  It has  leavened 

        Mankind  unaware:  and Man must make thereof the Bread  of  Life.  

        Its ferment has begun to work on the grape of thought:  Man  must 

        obtain therefrom the Wine of Ecstasy.

        

             Come then, all ye, in the Name of the Lord of the Aeon,  the 

        Crowned  and Conquering Child, Heru-Ra-Ha:  I call ye to  partake 

        this sacrament.

        

            Know-will-dare-and be silent!

        

                          The Priest of the Princes,

        

                                        ANKH-AF-NA-KHONSU.



                                A SUMMARY

        

        

        MARSYAS.       I bear a message.  Heaven hath sent

          (As for The  The knowledge of a new sweet way

        

          Beast 666).  Into the Secret Element.   

        

        OLYMPAS.       Master, while yet the glory clings 

        (Any Aspirant) Declare this mystery magical!

        

        

        MARSYAS.       I am yet borne on these blue wings

                       Into the Essence of the All.

                       Now, now I stand on earth again,

                       Though, blazing through each nerve and vein,

                       The light yet holds its choral course,

                       Filling my frame with fiery force

                       Like God's.  Now hear the Apocalypse!

                       New-fledged on these reluctant lips!

        

        

        OLYMPAS.       I tremble like an aspen, quiver

                       Like light upon a rainy river !

        

        

        MARSYAS.       Do what thou wilt !  is the sole word

                       Of law that my attainment heard.

                       Arise, and lay thine hand on God !

                       Arise, and set a period

                       Unto Restriction !  That is sin :



                         To hold thine holy spirit in !

                         O thou that chafest at thy bars,

                         Invoke Nuit beneath her stars

                         With a pure heart (Her incense burned

                         Of gums and woods, in gold inurned)

                         And let the serpent flame therein

                         A little, and thy soul shall win

                         To lie within her bosom.  Lo !

                         Thou wouldst give all------and she cries :  No !

                         Take all, and take me !  Gather spice

                         And virgins and great pearls of price !

                         Worship me in a single robe,

                         Crowned Richly !  Girdle of the globe,

                         I love thee.  I am drunkenness

                         Of the inmost sense, my soul's caress

                         Is toward thee !  Let my priestess stand

                         Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned

                         By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon

                         Mine iridescent altar-stone,

                         And in her love-chaunt swooningly

                         Say evermore :  To me !  To me !

                         I am the azure-lidded daughter

                         Of sunset; the all-girdling water;

                         The naked brilliance of the sky

                         In the voluptuous night am I !

                         With song, with jewel, with perfume,

                         Wake all my rose's blush and bloom !

                         Drink to me !  Love me !  I love thee,

                         My love, my lord--to me !  to me !



        OLYMPAS.     There is no harshness in the breath

                     Of this--is life surpassed, and death ?

        

        

        MARSYAS.     There is the Snake that gives delight

                     And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright

                     With drunkenness.  Strange drugs are thine,

                     Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine !

                     These do no hurt.  Thine hermits dwell

                     Not in the cold secretive cell,

                     But under purple canopies

                     With mighty-breasted mistresses

                     Magnificent as lionesses--

                     Tender and terrible caresses !

                     Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes;

                     And massed huge hair about them lies.

                     They lead their hosts to victory :

                     In every joy they are kings ; then see

                     That secret serpent coiled to spring

                     And win the world !  O priest and king,

                     Let there be feasting, foining, fighting,

                     A revel of lusting, singing, smiting !

                     Work ; be the bed of work !  Hold !  Hold !

                     The stars' kiss is as molten gold.

                     Harden !  Hold thyself up !  now die--

                     Ah !  Ah !  Exceed !  Exceed !

        

        OLYMPAS.                                        And I ?

        

        

        MARSYAS.     My stature shall surpass the stars :

                     He hath said it !  Men shall worship me

                     In hidden woods, on barren scaurs,

                     Henceforth to all eternity.

        

        OLYMPAS.     Hail !  I adore thee !  Let us feast.

        

        

        MARSYAS.     I am the consecrated Beast.

                     I build the Abominable House.

                     The Scarlet Woman is my Spouse---

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     What is this word ?

        

        

        MARSYAS.                            Thou canst not know

                     Till thou hast passed the Fourth Ordeal.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     I worship thee.  The moon-rays flow

                     Masterfully rich and real

                     From thy red mouth, and burst, young suns

                     Chanting before the Holy Ones

                     Thine Eight Mysterious Orisons !

        

        

        MARSYAS.     The last spell !  The availing word !

                     The two completed by the third !

                     The Lord of War, of Vengeance

                     That slayeth with a single glance !

                     This light is in me of my Lord.

                     His Name is this far-whirling sword.

                     I push His order.  Keen and swift

                     My Hawk's eye flames ; these arms uplift

                     The Banner of Silence and of Strength---

                     Hail !  Hail !  thou are here, my Lord, at length !

                     Lo, the Hawk-Headed Lord am I :

                     My nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.

                     Hail !  ye twin warriors that guard

                     The pillars of the world !  Your time

                     Is nigh at hand.  The snake that marred

                     Heaven with his inexhaustible slime

                     Is slain ; I bear the Wand of power,

                     The Wand that waxes and that wanes ;

                     I crush the Universe this hour

                     In my left hand ; and naught remains !

                     Ho ! for the splendour in my name

                     Hidden and glorious, a flame

                     Secretly shooting from the sun.

                     Aum !  Ha !--my destiny is done.

                     The Word is spoken and concealed.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     I am stunned.  What wonder was revealed ?

        

        

        MARSYAS.     The rite is secret.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     Profits it ?

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Only to wisdom and to wit.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     The other did no less.

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Then prove

                     Both by the master-key of Love.

                     The lock turns stiffly ?  Shalt thou shirk

                     To use the sacred oil of work ?

                     Not from the valley shalt thou wrest

                     The eggs that line the eagle's nest !

                     Climb, with thy life at stake, the ice,

                     The sheer wall of the precipice !

                     Master the cornice, gain the breach,

                     And learn what next the ridge can teach !

                     Yet--not the ridge itself may speak

                     The secret of the final peak.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     All ridges join at last.

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Admitted,

                     O thou astute and subtle-witted !

                     Yet one--loose, jagged, clad in mist !

                     Another--firm, smooth, loved and kissed

                     By the soft sun !  Our order hath

                     This secret of the solar path,

                     Even as our Lord the Beast hath won

                     The mystic Number of the Sun.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     These secrets are too high for me.

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Nay, little brother !  Come and see !

                     Neither by faith nor fear not awe

                     Approach the doctrine of the Law !

                     Truth, Courage, Love, shall win the bout,

                     And those three others be cast out.

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     Lead me, Master, by the hand d

                     Gently to this gracious land !

                     Let me drink the doctrine in,

                     An all-healing medicine !

                     Let me rise, correct and firm,

                     Steady striding to the term,

                     Master of my fate, to rise

                     To imperial destinies ;

                     With the sun's ensanguine dart

                     Spear-bright in my blazing heart,

                     And my being's basil-plant

                     Bright and hard as adamant !

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Yonder, faintly luminous, 

                     The yellow desert waits for us.

                     Lithe and eager, hand in hand,

                     We travel to the lonely land.

                     There, beneath the stars, the smoke

                     Of our incense shall invoke

                     The Queen of Space ; and subtly She

                     Shall bend from Her Infinity

                     Like a lambent flame of blue,

                     Touching us, and piercing through

                     All the sense-webs that we are

                     As the aethyr penetrates a star !

                     Her hands caressing the black earth,

                     Her sweet lithe body arched for love,

                     Her feet a Zephyr to the flowers,

                     She calls my name--she gives the sign

                     That she is mine, supremely mine,

                     And clinging to the infinite girth

                     My soul gets perfect joy thereof

                     Beyond the abysses and the hours ;

                     So that--I kiss her lovely brows ;

                     She bathes my body in perfume

                     Of sweat....O thou my secret spouse,

                     Continuous One of Heaven !  illume

                     My soul with this arcane delight,

                     Voluptuous Daughter of the Night !

                     Eat me up wholly with the glance

                     Of thy luxurious brilliance !

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     The desert calls.

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Then let us go !

                     Or seek the sacramental snow,

                     Where like an high-priest I may stand

                     With acolytes on every hand,

                     The lesser peaks--my will withdrawn

                     To invoke the dayspring from the dawn,

                     Changing that rosy smoke of light

                     To a pure crystalline white ;

                     Though the mist of mind, as draws

                     A dancer round her limbs the gauze,

                     Clothe Light, and show the virgin Sun

                     A lemon-pale medallion !

                     Thence leap we leashless to the goal,

                     Stainless star-rapture of the soul.

                     So the altar-fires fade

                     As the Godhead is displayed.

                     Nay, we stir not.  Everywhere

                     Is our temple right appointed.

                     All the earth is faery fair

                     For us.  Am I not anointed ?

                     The Sigil burns upon the brow

                     At the adjuration--here and now.



        OLYMPAS.     The air is laden with perfumes.

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Behold ! it beams--it burns--it blooms.

                      .         .         .       .       .

        

        OLYMPAS.     Master, how subtly hast thou drawn

                     The daylight from the Golden Dawn,

                     Bidden the Cavernous Mount unfold

                     Its Ruby Rose, its Cross of Gold ; 

                     Until I saw, flashed from afar,

                     The Hawk's Eye in the Silver Star !

        

        

        MARSYAS.     Peace to all beings.  Peace to thee,

                     Co-heir of mine eternity !

                     Peace to the greatest and the least,

                     To nebula and nenuphar !

                     Light in abundance be increased 

                     On them that dream that shadows are !

        

        

        OLYMPAS.     Blessing and worship to The Beast,

                     The prophet of the lovely Star !





                                      LIBER 

        

                                   AL     VEL

        

                                      LEGIS

        

                                   SUB FIGURA

        

                                   C  C  X  X

        

                                 AS DELIVERED BY

        

                                  XCIII == 418

        

                                       TO 

           

                                     DCLXVI



                                   A' A' sigil





                         Liber 220:  THE BOOK OF THE LAW

        

        

          1.  Had! The manifestation of Nuit.

          2.  The  unveiling  of  the  company  of  heaven.

          3.  Every  man  and every  woman  is a star.

          4.  Every   number  is  infinite;   there  is  no 

              difference.

          5.  Help   me,   o warrior lord of Thebes,  in my 

              unveiling  before  the  Children  of  men!

          6.  Be   thou   Hadit,   my  secret  centre,   my 

              heart   &   my   tongue!

          7.  Behold!  it  is  revealed  by Aiwass the min-

              ister  of  Hoor-paar-kraat.

          8.  The  Khabs  is  in  the Khu,  not  the Khu in 

              the  Khabs.

          9.  Worship   then  the  Khabs,   and  behold  my 

              light  shed  over  you!

          10. Let  my   servants  be  few  &  secret:  they 

              shall  rule  the  many & the  known.

          11. These   are   fools   that  men  adore;  both

              their  Gods  &  their  men  are  fools.

          12. Come   forth,  o  children,  under the stars, 

              & take  your  fill  of  love!

          13. I  am  above  you  and  in  you.   My ecstasy 

              is  in  yours.   My  joy  is  to  see  your  joy.

          14. Above, the gemmed azure is

              The naked splendour of Nuit;

              She bends in ecstasy to kiss

              The secret ardours of Hadit.

              The winged globe, the starry blue,

              Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!

          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.

          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.

          17. But ye are not so chosen.

          18. Burn   upon   their   brows,  o   splendrous 

              serpent!

          19. O  azure-lidded   woman,    bend  upon  them!

          20. The  key  of  the  rituals is in  the  secret 

              word which I have given unto him.

          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.

          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.

          23. But   whoso   availeth  in  this,  let him be 

              the chief of all!

          24. I  am  Nuit, and  my  word is six  and fifty.

          25. Divide, add, multiply, and understand.

          26. Then   saith  the  prophet  and  slave of the 

              beauteous   one:   Who   am  I,  and   what   shall 

              be  the  sign?   So  she  answered   him,   bending

              down,  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  exist-

              ence, the omnipresence of my body.

          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!

          28. None,   breathed  the  light, faint  & faery, 

              of the stars, and two.

          29. For   I  am divided for love's sake,  for the 

              chance of union.

          30. This  is  the  creation  of  the  world, that 

              the  pain of  division  is as nothing,  and the joy 

              of dissolution all.

          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.

          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.

          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!

          34. But   she  said:  the  ordeals  I  write not: 

              the rituals shall  be  half  known  and  half  con-

              cealed: the Law is for all.

          35. This  that  thou  writest  is  the  threefold 

              book of Law.

          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 com-

              ment   thereupon   by   the   wisdom  of   Ra-Hoor-

              Khu-it.

          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.

          38. He   must  teach;  but  he  may  make  severe 

              the ordeals.

          39. The word of the Law is >THELEMA.<

          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.

          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.

          42. Let   it  be  that  state  of manyhood  bound 

              and  loathing.  So  with  thy  all;  thou  hast  no 

              right but to do thy will.

          43. Do that, and no other shall say nay.

          44. For   pure   will,  unassuaged  of  purpose, 

              delivered  from  the lust of result,   is every way 

              perfect.

          45. The    Perfect  and the Perfect are  one Per-

              fect and not two; nay, are none!

          46. Nothing  is a secret key of this law.  Sixty-

              one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four 

              hundred & eighteen.

          47. But   they  have  the  half:  unite  by thine 

              art so that all disappear.

          48. My   prophet  is a  fool  with  his one, one, 

              one;  are  not  they  the  Ox,   and  none  by  the 

              Book?

          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.

          50. There  is a  word to  say  about  the  Hiero-

              phantic  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,  sys-

              tem  &  system;  let  not  one know well the other!

          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  ser-

              vant  sink?   But   there  are  means  and   means. 

              Be  goodly  therefore:  dress  ye  all  in fine ap-

              parel;   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.

          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!

          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!

          54. Change  not   as  much  as  the  style  of  a 

              letter; for behold! thou,  o  prophet,   shalt  not 

              behold  all  these  mysteries  hidden  therein.

          55. The   child  of  thy bowels,  he shall behold 

              them.

          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  under-

              stand  a  little; solve the first half of the equa-

              tion,  leave  the  second  unattacked.    But  thou 

              hast all in  the  clear  light,  and  some,  though 

              not  all,  in  the  dark.

          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. 

              All  these  old  letters  of  my Book are aright;

              but TS is not the Star.   This also is secret:  my 

              prophet  shall  reveal  it  to  the  wise.

          58. I  give   unimaginable  joys  on  earth: cer-

              tainty, not  faith,  while  in  life,  upon  death; 

              peace  unutterable,  rest,  ecstasy;  nor  do I de-

              mand  aught  in  sacrifice.

          59. My   incense  is  of  resinous woods  & gums; 

              and there  is  no  blood  therein:  because  of  my 

              hair  the  trees  of  Eternity.

          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.

          61. But   to  love  me is better than all things: 

              if under the night-stars in the desert  thou  pres-

              ently  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  spendour  &  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!

          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.

          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!

          64. I  am  the blue-lidded  daughter  of  Sunset; 

              I  am   the  naked  brilliance  of  the  voluptuous  

              night-sky.

          65. To me!  To me!

          66. The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.

        

                                       ***

        

          1.  Nu! the hiding of Hadit.

          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  ex-

              tended,  and  Khabs is the name  of my House.

          3.  In  the  sphere  I  am  everywhere  the  cen-

              tre,   as  she,   the  circumference,   is  nowhere 

              found.

          4.  Yet  she  shall  be  known  &  I  never.

          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.

          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.

          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.

          8.  Who    worshipped     Heru-pa-kraath     have 

              worshipped me;  ill,  for  I  am  the  worshipper.

          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.

          10. O   prophet!  thou  hast  ill  will  to learn 

              this   writing.

          11. I   see  thee  hate  the  hand & the pen; but 

              I  am  stronger.

          12. Because  of  me  in  Thee  which  thou  knew-

              est  not.

          13. for  why?    Because  thou  wast  the   know-

              er, and me.

          14. Now   let  there be a veiling of this shrine: 

              now let the  light  devour  men  and  eat  them  up 

              with  blindness!

          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.

          16. I  am   The  Empress   &   the  Hierophant. 

              Thus eleven,  as my bride  is  eleven.

          17. Hear me, ye people of sighing!

                  The sorrows of pain and regret

                Are left to the dead and the dying,

                  The folk that not know me as yet.

          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.

          19. Is  a  God  to  live  in a dog? No! but the 

              highest are of us.  They shall rejoice,  our  chos- 

              en: who sorroweth is not of us.

          20. Beauty   and  strength,   leaping   laughter 

              and delicious languor, force and fire, are  of  us.

          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.

          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.

          23. I  am  alone:  there is no God where  I am.

          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.  

          25. Ye   are  against  the  people, O my chosen!

          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.

          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.

          28. Now  a curse  upon  Because  and  his  kin!

          29. May  Because  be  accursed  for  ever!

          30. If  Will  stops  and  cries  Why,  invoking 

              Because,  then  Will  stops  &  does  nought.

          31. If  Power  asks  why,  then  is Power weak-

              ness.

          32. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor 

              infinite   &   unknown;   &  all  their  words  are  

              skew-wise. 

          33. Enough   of   Because!     Be   he   damned 

              for  a  dog!

          34. But ye,  o my people,  rise  up  &  awake!

          35. Let  the  rituals be rightly performed with 

              joy  &  beauty!

          36. There  are  rituals  of  the  elements  and 

              feasts  of  the  times.

          37. A  feast for the first night of the Prophet 

              and  his  Bride!

          38. A feasy for the three days of the writing

              of the Book of the Law.   

          39. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the 

              Prophet--secret, O Prophet!

          40. A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a 

              feast for the Equinox of the Gods.

          41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; 

              a feast for life and a greater feast for death!

          42. A feast every day in your hearts in the 

              joy of my rapture!

          43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the 

              pleasure of uttermost delight!

          44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread 

              hereafter.  There is the dissolution, and eter-

              nal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.

          45. There is death for the dogs.

          46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear 

              in thine heart?

          47. Where I am these are not.

          48. Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. 

              I am not for them. I console not: I hate the 

              consoled & the consoler.

          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.)

          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.

          51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light 

              higher than eyesight.

          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 re-

              ward you here and hereafter.

          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 thoushalt 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.

          54. Nor shall they who cry aloud their folly 

              that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall re-

              veal 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!

          55. Thou shalt obtain the order & value of 

              the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new sym-

              bols to attribute them unto.

          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 for-

              saken you.

          57. He that is righteous shall be righteous 

              still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.

          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.

          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.

          60. Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!

          61. There  is  a light before thine eyes, o  prophet,  a  light 

              undesired, most desirable.

          62. I  am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the  stars 

              rain hard upon thy body.

          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.

          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.

          65. I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One.

          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: whososeeth 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.

          67. Hold!  Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in  swoon  of 

              the excellent kisses!

          68. Harder!  Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe  not  so 

              deep-- die!

          69. Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?

          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!

          71. But exceed! exceed!

          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.

          73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death  is 

              forbidden, o man, unto thee.

          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.

          75. Aye! listen to the numbers & the words:

          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 chose none, 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.

          77. O be thou proud and mighty among men!

          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.

          79. The  end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship  to 

              the prophet of the lovely Star!



                                          ***



          1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.

          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!

          3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and  of 

             Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.

          4. Choose ye an island!

          5. Fortify it!

          6. Dung it about with enginery of war!

          7. I will give you a war-engine.

          8. With  it  ye shall smite the peoples; and none  shall  stand      

             before you.

          9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle  of 

             Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.

         10. 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.

         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!

         12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.

         13. But not now.

         14. Ye  shall  see that  hour, o blessed  Beast,  and  thou  the 

             Scarlet Concubine of his desire!

         15. Ye shall be sad thereof.

         16. Deem  not  too eagerly to catch the promises;  fear  not  to 

             undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.

         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.

         18. Mercy  let be off;  damn them who pity!  Kill  and  torture; 

             spare not; be upon them!

         19. That stele  they shall call the Abomination  of  Desolation; 

             count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.

         20. Why?  Because of the fall of Because, that he is  not  there 

             again.

         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.

         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.

         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.

         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.

         25. 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.

         26. These slay,  naming your enemies; & they shall  fall  before 

             you.

         27. Also these  shall breed lust & power of lust in you  at  the 

             eating thereof.

         28. Also ye shall be strong in war.

         29. Moreover,  be they long kept, it is better; for  they  swell 

             with my force. All before me.

         30. My altar is of open brass work:  burn thereon in  silver  or 

             gold!

         31. There  cometh a  rich man from the West who shall  pour  his 

             gold upon thee.

         32. From gold forge steel!

         33. Be ready to fly or to smite!

         34. 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 awakethe 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!

         35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and 

             Ra-Hoor-Khut.

         36. Then said the prophet unto the God:

         37. I adore thee in the song --

                    I am the Lord of Thebes, and I

                    The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;

                    For me unveils the veiled sky,

                    The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu

                    Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet

                    Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

                    Unity uttermost showed!

                    I adore the might of Thy breath,

                    Supreme and terrible God,

                    Who makest the gods and death

                    To tremble before Thee: --

                    I, I adore thee!

                    Appear on the throne of Ra!

                    Open the ways of the Khu!

                    Lighten the ways of the Ka!

                    The ways of the Khabs run through

                    To stir me or still me!

                    Aum! let it fill me!

         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:

        

        The light is mine; its rays consume

                Me: I have made a secret door

        Into the House of Ra and Tum,

                Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.

        I am thy Theban, O Mentu,

                The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!

        

        By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;

                By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.

        Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!

                Bid me within thine House to dwell,

        O winged snake of light, Hadit!

                Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

        

         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!

         40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning 

             in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.

         41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done  well 

             and with business way.

         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!

         43. 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.

         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!

         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.

         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!

         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.

         48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on 

             to the holier place.

         49. I  am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy  against  all 

             gods of men.

         50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!

         51. With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he  hangs 

             upon the cross.

         52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.

         53. With  my claws I tear out the flesh of the  Indian  and  the 

             Buddhist, Mongol and Din.

         54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.

         55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all 

             chaste women be utterly despised among you!

         56. Also for beauty's sake and love's!

         57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not 

             fight, but play; all fools despise!

         58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye  are 

             brothers!

         59. As brothers fight ye!

         60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

         61. There  is an end of the word of the  God enthroned  in  Ra's 

             seat, lightening the girders of the soul.

         62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation  of 

             ordeal, which is bliss.

         63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he 

             understandeth it not.

         64. Let him come  through the first ordeal, & it will be to  him 

             as silver.

         65. Through the second, gold.

         66. Through the third, stones of precious water.

         67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.

         68. Yet to all  it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not      

             so, are mere liars.

         69. There is success.

         70. I  am  the  Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence &  of  Strength;  my 

             nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.

         71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the  world!  for 

             your time is nigh at hand.

         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.

         73. Paste  the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: 

             then behold!

         74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as  the 

             sun of midnight is ever the son.

         75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.

        

                The Book of the Law is Written

        

                and Concealed.

        

                Aum. Ha.

        

                                  THE COMMENT.

        

                Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

        

        The  study of this Book is forbidden. It is wise to destroy  this 

        copy after the first reading.

        

        Whosoever  disregards  this does so at his own  risk  and  peril. 

        These are most dire.

        

        Those who discuss the contents of this Book are to be shunned  by 

        all, as centres of pestilence.

        

        All  questions of the Law are to be decided only by appeal to  my 

        writings, each for himself.

        

        There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

        

                        Love is the law, love under will.

        

                           The priest of the princes,

        

                                 ANKH-F-N-KHONSU

        

                                GENESIS LIBRI AL

        

                                  CHAPTER I.*1*

        

                        The Boyhood of Aleister Crowley.

        

        At  36  Clarendon Square, Leamington, Warwickshire,  England,  at 

        I0.50 p.m. on the twelfth day of October, in the Eighteen Hundred 

        and  Seventy-Fifth  Year of the vulgar era, was born  the  person 

        whose history is to be recounted.

        

        His  father was named Edward Crowley;  his mother, Emily  Bertha, 

        her  maiden name being Bishop.  Edward Crowley was  an  Exclusive 

        Plymouth Brother, the most considered leader in that sect.   This 

        branch of the family of Crowley has been settled in England since 

        Tudor  times,  but is Celtic in origin, Crowley being a  clan  in 

        Kerry  and  other counties in the South-West of Ireland,  of  the 

        same  stock as the Breton `de Querouaille' or `de  Kerval'  which 

        gave a Duchess of Portsmouth to England.  It is supposed that the 

        English   branch---the  direct  ancestry  of   Edward   Alexander 

        Crowley---came  to  England with the Duke of Richmond,  and  took 

        root at Bosworth.

        

        In  I88Ihe went to live at The Grange, Redhill, Surrey.  In  I884 

        the  boy,  who  had till then been educated  by  governesses  and 

        tutors,  was  sent  to a school at St.  Leonards,  kept  by  some 

        extreme  Evangelicals  named  Habershon.  A  year  later  he  was 

        transferred  to a school at Cambridge kept by a Plymouth  Brother 

        of  the  name  of Champney.  (The dates  in  this  paragraph  are 

        possibly  inaccurate.   Documentary evidence is  at  the  present 

        moment unavailable.  Ed.)

        

        On  March 5, I887, Edward Crowley died.  Two years later the  boy 

        was  removed  from  the school.  Those two years  were  years  of 

        unheard-of  torture.   He has written details in the  Preface  to 

        "The  World's  Tragedy."  This torture seriously  undermined  his 

        health.   For  two  years  he travelled,  mostly  in   Wales  and 

        Scotland,  with  tutors.  In I890 he went for a short time  to  a 

        school  at  Streatham,  kept by a man named  Yarrow,  his  mother 

        having moved there in order to be near her brother, an  extremely 

        narrow  Evangelical named Tom Bond Bishop. This prepared him  for 

        Malvern,  which he entered at the summer term of I89I.   He  only 

        remained there a year, as his health was still very delicate.  In 

        the autumn he entered for a term at Tonbridge, but fell seriously 

        ill, and had to be removed.  The year I893 was spent with tutors, 

        principally in Wales, the north of Scotland, and Eastbourne.   In 

        I895  he  completed his studies in chemistry at  King's  College, 

        London,  and  in October of that year  entered  Trinity  College, 

        Cambridge.

        

        With  this  ends  the  first period of  his  life.   It  is  only 

        necessary  to state briefly that his brain developed  early.   At 

        four  years old he could read the Bible aloud, showing  a  marked 

        predilection  for the lists of long names, the only part  of  the 

        Bible   which has not been tampered with by  theologians.*1*   He 

        could  also play chess well enough to beat the  average  amateur, 

        and though constantly playing never lost a game till I895.*2*  He 

        was taught by a tailor who had been summoned to make clothes  for 

        his father, and was treated as a guest on account of his being  a 

        fellow  "Plymouth Brother".  He beat his teacher uniformly  after 

        the first game.  He must have been six or seven years old at this 

        time.

        

        He  began  to  write  poetry  in  I886,  if  not  earlier.   Vide 

        "Oracles".

        

        After  the  death of his father, who was a man of  strong  common 

        sense,  and never allowed his religion to interfere with  natural 

        affection, he was in the hands of people of an entirely  contrary 

        disposition.  His mental attitude was soon concentrated in hatred 

        of  the religion which they taught, and his will concentrated  in 

        revolt  against its oppressions.  His main method of  relief  was 

        mountaineering,  which left him alone with nature, away from  the 

        tyrants.

        

        The  years  from  March, I887, until  entering  Trinity  College, 

        Cambridge,  in  October, I895, represented a  continual  struggle 

        towards  freedom.   At Cambridge he felt himself to  be  his  own 

        master,  refused  to  attend Chapel, Lectures or  Hall,  and  was 

        wisely left alone to work out his won salvation by his tutor, the 

        late Dr. A. W. Verrall.

        

        It must be stated that he possessed natural intellectual  ability 

        to  an  altogether extraordinary degree.  He had the  faculty  of 

        memory, especially verbal memory, in astonishing perfection.

        

        As a  boy he could find almost any verse in the Bible after a few 

        minutes  search.   In  I900  he  was  tested  in  the  works   of 

        Shakespeare,   Shelley,  Swinburne  (Ist  series  of  Poems   and 

        Ballads),  Browning  and  The Moonstone.  He was  able  to  place 

        exactly  any phrase from any of these books, and in nearly  every 

        case to continue with the passage.

        

        He showed remarkable facility in acquiring the elements of Latin, 

        Greek,  French,  Mathematics  and  Science.   He  learnt  "little 

        Roscoe"  almost  by heart, on his won initiative.   When  in  the 

        Lower  Fifth at Malvern, he came out sixth in the school  in  the 

        annual Shakespeare examination, though he had given only two days 

        to preparing for it.  Once, when the Mathematical Master, wishing 

        to devote the hour to cramming advanced pupils, told th class  to 

        work out a set of examples of Quadratic Equations, he retorted by 

        asking  at the end of forty minutes what he should do  next,  and 

        handed up the whole series of 63 equations, correct.

        

        He passed all his examinations both at school and university

        with honours, though refusing uniformly to work for them.

        

        On  the other hand, he could not be persuaded or  constrained  to 

        apply  himself  to any subject which did not appeal to  him.   He 

        showed  intense  repugnance to history,  geography,  and  botany, 

        among  others.   He could never learn to write  Greek  and  Latin 

        verses,  this  probably  because the  rules  of  scansion  seemed 

        arbitrary and formal.

        

        Again, it was impossible to him to take interest in anything from 

        the moment that he had grasped the principles of "how it was,  or 

        might  be  done."   This trait prevented  him  from  putting  the 

        finishing touches to anything he attempted.

        

        For  instance, he refused to present himself for the second  part 

        of his final examination for his B.A. degree, simply because

        he knew himself thoroughly master of the subject!*1*

        

        This  characteristic extended to his physical pleasures.  He  was 

        abjectly  incompetent  at  easy practice  climbing  on  boulders, 

        because  he knew he could do them.  It seemed incredible  to  the 

        other  men  that this lazy duffer should be the most  daring  and 

        dexterous  cragsman  of  his generation,  as  he  proved  himself 

        whenever  he  tackled a precipice which had baffled  every  other 

        climber in the world.*2*  Similarly, once he had worked out theo-

        retically  a method of climbing a mountain, he was quite  content 

        to tell the secret to others, and let them appropriate the glory.  

        (The  first ascent of the Dent du Geant from the Montanvers is  a 

        case  in  point.)  It mattered everything to him  that  something 

        should be done, nothing that he should be the one to do it.

        

        This  almost  inhuman  unselfishness was  not  incompatible  with 

        consuming  and  insatiable  personal ambition.  The  key  to  the 

        puzzle  is probably this ; he wanted to be something that  nobody 

        else  had ever been, or could be.  He lost interest in  chess  as 

        soon as he had proved to himself (at the age of 22) that he was a 

        master of the game, having beaten some of the strongest  amateurs 

        in  England,  and  even one or two  professional  "masters."   He 

        turned from poetry to painting, more or less, when he had made it 

        quite certain that he was the greatest poet of his time.  Even in 

        Magick,  having become The Word of the Aeon, and thus  taken  his 

        place with the other Seven Magi known to history, out of reach of 

        all possible competition, he began to neglect the subject.  He is 

        only  able  to  devote himself to it as he does  because  he  has 

        eliminated  all personal ideas from his Work ; it has  become  as 

        automatic as respiration.

        

        We   must also put on record his extraordinary powers in  certain 

        unusual spheres.  He can remember the minutest details of a rock-

        climb, after years of absence.  He can retrace his steps over any 

        path  once  traversed,  in the wildest weathee  or  the  blackest 

        night.   He can divine the one possible passagr through the  most 

        complex and dangerous ice-fall.  (E.g. the Vuibez seraes in I897, 

        the Mer de Glace, right centre, in I899.)

        

        He  possesses  a "sense of direction" independent  of  any  known 

        physical methods of taking one's bearings ; and this is as effec-

        tive in strange cities as on mountains or deserts.  He can  smell 

        the  presence of water, of snow, and other  supposedly  scentless 

        substances.  His endurance is exceptional.  He has been known  to 

        write  for  67  consecutive hours :  his  "Tannhauser"  was  thus 

        written in I900.  He has walked over I00 miles in 2 I/2 days,  in 

        the  desert :  as in the winter of I9I0.  He has frequently  made 

        expeditions  lasting  over 36 hours, on mountains,  in  the  most 

        adverse connditions.  He holds the World's record for the  great-

        est number of days spent on a glacier--65 days on the Baltoro  in 

        I902;  also  that  for  the  greatest  pace  uphill  over  I6,000 

        feet--4,000  feet in I hour 23 minutes on Iztaccihuatl  in  I900; 

        that   for  the  highest  peak   (first  ascent  by  a   solitary 

        climber)--the Nevado de Toluca in I90I; and numerous others.*1*

        

        Yet he is utterly fagged-out by the mere idea of a walk of a  few 

        hundred  yards,  if  it does not interest  him,  and  excite  his 

        imagination, to take it ; and it is only with the greatest effort 

        that he can summon the energy to write a few lines if, instead of 

        his wanting  to do them, he merely knows that they must be done.

        

        This account has been deemed necessary to explain how it is  that 

        a  man of such unimaginable commanding qualities as to have  made 

        him  world-famous  in so many diverse spheres of  action,  should 

        have been so grotesquely unable to make use of his faculties,  or 

        even  of  his achievements, in any of the  ordinary  channels  of 

        human activity; to consolidate his personal pre-eminence, or even 

        to secure his position from a social or economic standpoint.

        

        

                                   CHAPTER II.

        

        

                      Adolescence :  Beginnings of Magick.

        

                                  The Birth of

                                FRATER PERDURABO.

                                        

                                  0 =0  to 4 =7

        

        Having  won  freedom, he had the sense not to waste any  time  in 

        enjoying it.  He had been deprived of all English literature  but 

        the  Bible during the whole of his youth, and he spent his  three 

        years at Cambridge in repairing the defect.  He was also  working 

        for the Diplomatic Service, the late Lord Salisbury and the  late 

        Lord  Ritchie having taken an interest in his career,  and  given 

        him  nominations.  In October, I897, he was suddenly recalled  to 

        his   understanding  of  the  evils  of  the  alleged   'existing 

        religion,'  and experienced a trance, in which he  perceived  the 

        utter  folly  of all human ambition.  The fame of  an  ambassador 

        rarely  outlives  a  century.   That  of  a  poet  is  almost  as 

        ephemeral.  The earth must one day perish.  He must build in some 

        material more lasting.  This conception drove him to the study of 

        Alchemy and Magick.  He wrote to the author of "The Book of Black 

        Magic  and  of  Pacts," a pompous American  named  Arthur  Waite, 

        notorious for the affectations and obscurities of his style,  and 

        the  mealy-mouthed  muddle  of  his  mysticism.   This   nebulous 

        impresario,  presentin  an  asthmatic Isis in  the  Opera  "Bull-

        Frogs,"  had  hinted in his preface that he knew  certain  occult 

        sanctuaries wherein Truth and Wisdom were jealously guarded by  a 

        body  of Initiates, to be despensed to the postulant  who  proved 

        himself  worthy  to  partake  of  their  privileges.   Mr.  Waite 

        recommended  him  to  read  a  book  called  "The  Cloud  on  the 

        Sanctuary."

        

        His  taste for mountaineering had become a powerful passion,  and 

        he  was  climbing  in Cumberland when he  met  Oscar  Eckenstein, 

        perhaps the greatest of all the mountaineers of his period,  with 

        whom he was destined to climb thenceforward until I902.

        

        In the summer a party was fromed to camp on the Schonbuhl Glacier 

        at the foot of the Dent Blanche, with a view to an expedition  ot 

        the  Himalayas later on.  During his weeks on the Glacier,  where 

        the  bad  weather  was  continous,  he  studied  assiduously  the 

        translation  by S. L. Mathers of three books which form  part  of 

        von  Rosenroth's "Kabbalah Unveiled."  On one of his  decents  to 

        Zermatt, he met a distinguished chemist, Julian L. Bater, who had 

        studied  Alchemy.   He hunted this clue through the  valley,  and 

        made  Baker promise to meet him in London at the end of the  sea-

        son,  and introduce him to others who were interested  in  Occult 

        science.   This  happened in September ; through  Baker,  he  met 

        another  chemist named George Cecil Jones, who introduced him  to 

        the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.  He made rapid progress in 

        this  Order, and in the spring of I900 was its chief in  England.  

        The  details  of this period must be studied in  "The  Temple  of 

        Solomon  the King," where a full account of the Order  is  given.  

        In the Order he met one, Allan Bennett, Frater Iehi Aour.   Jones 

        and  Bennett were both Adepts of high standing.  The latter  came 

        to live with him in his flat, and together they carried out  many 

        operations  of  ceremonial magick.  Allan  Bennett  was  constant 

        illhealth, and went to Ceylon at the end of I899.  It was on  his 

        entry  into this Order that the subject of this history took  the 

        motto of "Perdurabo"--'I will endure to the end.'

        

        In  July, I900, he went to Mexico, and devoted his whole time  to 

        the   continued  practice  of  Magick,  in  which   he   obtained 

        extraordinary  success.   (See  Equinox Vol. I,  No.  III  for  a 

        condensed  account  of  some of these.  It  may  be  here  stated 

        summarily that he invoked certain Gods, Goddesses, and Spirits to 

        visible  appearance,  learnt  how  to  heal  physical  and  moral 

        diseases,   how  to  make  himself  invisible,  how   to   obtain 

        communications  from  spiritual  sources, how  to  control  other 

        minds, etc., etc.)  And then....

        

        

                                  CHAPTER III.

        

        

                            Beginnings of Mysticism.

                                        

                                  The Birth of 

                                  FRATER OU MH.

        

                                       7=4

        

        Oscar Eckenstein, on his arrival in Mexico, where he was to climb 

        mountains  with the subject of our essay, found him in  a  rather 

        despondent mood.  He had attained the most satisfactory  results.  

        He  was  able  to  communicate  with  thed  divine  forces,   and 

        operations  such as those of invisibility and evocation had  been 

        mastered.  Yet with all this there was a certain dissatisfaction.  

        Success  had not given him all that he had hoped for.  He  placed 

        the situration before his companion, rather to clear his own mind 

        than  hoping  for any help, for he supposed him  to  be  entirely 

        ignorant of all these subjects, which he habitually treated  with 

        dislike and contempt.  Judge of his surprise, then, when he found 

        in  this  unpromising quarter a messenger form  the  Great  White 

        Brotherhood !  His companion told him to abandon all magick.



        "The  Task," said Eckenstein, "involves the control of the  mind.  

        Yours  is  a wandering mind."  The  proposition  was  indignantly 

        denied.

             

        "Test  it," said the Master.  A short experiment was  conclusive.  

        It  was  impossible  for the boy to keep his mind  fixed  upon  a 

        single  object  for  even a few seconds at  a  time.   The  mind, 

        thougfh perfectly stable in motion, was unable to rest, just as a 

        gyroscope  falls when the flywheel slows down.  An  entirely  new 

        course of experiments was consequently undertaken.   Half-an-hour 

        every  morning  and half-an-hour every evening  were  devoted  to 

        attempts to control the mind, by the simple process of  imagining 

        a  familiar  object, and endeavouring to keep  concentrated  upon 

        it.*1*

        

        He  soon became sufficiently expert in this initial  practice  to 

        proceed  to concentration on regularly moving objects such  as  a 

        pendulum,  and, ultimately, on living objects.  A further  series 

        of experiments dealt with the other senses.  He tried to  imagine 

        and  retain  the taste of chocolate or of quinine, the  smell  of 

        various familiar perfumes, the sound of bells, waterfalls, and so 

        on, or the feeling excited by such objects as velvet, silk,  fur, 

        sand and steel.

        

        In  the  spring of I90I, he left Mexico, went to  San  Francisco, 

        Honolulu,  Japan,  China  and  Ceylon,  always  continuing  these 

        experiments.   His  Master had not told him to  what  they  would 

        ultimately lead.  In Ceylon he found Frater I.A. (Allan Bennett), 

        with  whom  he went to Kandy, where they took  a  bungalow  named 

        Marlboroigh, overlooking the lake.

        

        

        I.A.  had  himself  been developing on  similar  lines  under  P. 

        Ramanathan, the Solicitor-General of Ceylon, known to  occultists 

        under the name of Shri Parananda.*2*  I.A. told him that in order 

        to  concentrate he must first see that no  interruptions  reached 

        him  from  the  body, and counselled the  adoption  of  Asana,  a 

        settled  position  in  which  all  bodily  movement  was  to   be 

        suppressed.  Further, he was to practice Pranayama, or control of 

        the  breathing,  which has a similar effect in  reducing  to  the 

        lowest possible point the internal movements of the body.*1*

        

        During  the  months of this stay at Kandy,  he  practised  these, 

        obtained  success  in Asana, the intense pain  of  the  practices 

        being  overcome,  and  changed into  an  indescribable  sense  of 

        physical well-being and comfort.

        

        While  in Pranayama he passed through the first stage,  which  is 

        marked  by profuse perspiration of a peculiar kind ; the  second, 

        which is accompanied by rigidity of the body ; and the third,  in 

        which the body unconsciously hops about the floor, without in any 

        way disturbing the Asana.

        

        During the latter part of August and the whole of September,  his 

        practices became continous by day and night, in order to create a 

        rhythm  in the mind similar to that which Pranayama  produces  in 

        the  body.   He  adopted a Mantra, or  sacred  sentence,  by  the 

        constant repetition of which it became automatic in his brain, so 

        that  it  would  continue through sleep, and  he  would  wake  up 

        actually  repeating the words.  Sleep itself, too, was broken  up 

        into  short  periods of very light sleep of a peculiar  kind,  in 

        which  consciousness is hardly lost, althougfh the  body  obtains 

        perdect  rest.   These practices continued into October,  at  the 

        beginning  of which he reached the state of Dhyana, a  tremendous 

        spiritual  experience,  in  which  the  subject  and  object   of 

        meditation  unite with excessive violence in blinding  brilliance 

        and  music  of  a  kind  to  which  earthly  harmony  affords  no 

        parallel.*1*

        

        The result of this however was to cause so intense a satisfaction 

        with  his  progress,  that  he gave up  work.   He  then  visited 

        Anuradhapura  and  others  of the buried cities  of  Ceylon.   In 

        November  he went to India, and in January visited I.A. at  Akyab 

        in  Burma,where  that Adept was living in a monastery,  with  the 

        intention  of  preparing himself to take the Yellow Robe  of  the 

        Buddhist Sangha.  The whole of the summer of I902 was spent in an 

        expedition  to  Chogo Ri (K2) in the  Himalayas.*2*   During  the 

        whole of this period he did very little occult work.

        

        November, I902, him in Paris, where he stayed off and on till the 

        spring of I903, when he returned to his house in Scotland.

        

        We  must now go backwards in time, to take up a thread which  had 

        run  through his whole work, so umportant as to demand a  chapter 

        to itself:--

        

                                   CHAPTER IV.

        

        

                     The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage.

        

                                  The Birth of

                         FRATER----------*1* 5=6  A. A.

        

        In  the  autumn  of  I898 George Cecil  Jones  had  directed  the 

        attention of Frater Perdurabo to a book entitled "The Book of the 

        Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage."  The essence of this book is 

        as follows :

        

        The  aspirant  must  have a house  secure  from  observation  and 

        interference.   In  this house there must be an  oratory  with  a 

        window  to  the  East, and a door to the  North  opening  upon  a 

        terrace,  at  the end of which must be a lodge.  He must  have  a 

        Robe,  Crown, Wand, Altar, Incense, Anointing Oil, and  a  Silver 

        Lamen.  The terrace and lodge must be strewn with fine sand.   He 

        withdraws  himself  gradually from human  intercourse  to  devote 

        himself more and more to prayer for the space of four months.  He 

        must then occupy two months in almost continuous prayer, speaking 

        as  little as possible to anybody.  At the end of this period  he 

        invokes a being described as the Holy Guardian Angle, who appears 

        to him (or to a child employed by him), and who will write in dew 

        upon  the Lamen, which is placed upon the Altar.  The Oratory  is 

        filled d with Divine Perfume not of the aspirant's kindling.

        

        After  a period of communion with the Angel, he summons the  Four 

        Great  Princes  of the Daemonic World, and forces them  to  swear 

        obedience.

        

        On the following day he calls forward and subdues the Eight  Sub-

        Princes ; and the day after that, the many Spirits serving these.  

        These  inferior  Daemons, of whom four act as  familiar  spirits, 

        then  operate  a collection of talismans  for  various  purposes.  

        Such is a brief account of the Operation described in the book.

        

        This Operation strongly appealed to our student.  He  immediately 

        set about to procure a suitable house, and to prepare  everything 

        that might be necessary for the operation.  All was ready for the 

        beginning  in  Easter  of  I900, and it must  be  said  that  the 

        preliminary  work alone is so tremendous that a long story  might 

        be written of the events of these I8 months of preparation.   The 

        Operation  itself  was however never begun.  A  fortnight  or  so 

        before the time appointed, he received an urgent appeal from  his 

        Master  to save him and the Order from destruction.  He  gave  up 

        his own prospects of personal advancement without hesitation, and 

        hastened to Paris.*1*

        

        That  the Master proved to be no Master, and the Order no  Order, 

        but  the  incarnation of Disorder, had no effect  upon  the  good 

        Karma  created by this renunciation of a project on which he  had 

        set his heart for so long.

        

        In  Mexico, he kept vigil during several nights in the Temple  of 

        the Order of the Lamp of the Invisible Light, an Order whose High 

        Priest is pledged to maintain a Secret and Eternal Lamp.  In this 

        shrine he received some shadowing forth of the Vision of the Holy 

        Guardian  Angel, and that of the Four Great Princes :  here  also 

        he renewed the Oath of the Operation.

        

        (The  whole  of  his magical career is best  interpreted  as  the 

        performance  of  this  Operation.   One  must  not  suppose  that 

        Initiation  is a formality, observing the "unities,"  like  being 

        made a Mason.  All life pertains to the process, and it  pervades 

        the whole personality ; the official recognition of attainment is 

        merely a token of what had taken place.)

        

        On his return to Scotland in I903, he found ample evidence of the 

        presence  of  the  forces of the Operation, but  by  now,  having 

        conceived  that Work in a subtler manner and having  prepared  to 

        carry  it out in the Temple of his own body, having seen  Magick, 

        in short, more of less in the manner in which it is seen in Parts 

        II  and  III  of the Book 4, he was able  to  dispense  with  the 

        exterior physical appurtenances of this Operation.

        

        We  must now pass over a few years, and deal with the  completion 

        of  this Operation, although it is in a sense irrelevant  to  the 

        purpose of this book.

        

        During  the winter of I905-6, he was traveling across China.   He 

        had  come  to the point of conquering his mind.   That  mind  had 

        broken  up.   He saw that the human mind is by  its  very  nature 

        evanescent,  because  of the fact that nature is  not  unity  but 

        duality.  Truth is relative.  All things end in mystery.  In such 

        sentences  have  the  philosophers of the  past  formulated  this 

        proposition, as announcing the intellectual bankruptcy which  he, 

        with greater frankness, describes as insanity.

        

        Passing  from this, he became as a little child, and on  reaching 

        the  Unity  behind  the  mind, found  the  purpose  of  his  life 

        formulated  in  these words, The Obtaining of the  Knowledge  and 

        Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel.

        

        He  then  found  himself,  having  destroyed  all  other   Karma, 

        perfectly free to pursue this one work.  He then accomplished the 

        six months of Invocation, as prescribed in the Book of the Sacred 

        Magic, and was rewarded in October, I906, by complete success.*1*

        

        He then proceeded to the evocation and conquest of the Four Great 

        Princes and their Inferiors, a work whose results must be studied 

        in the light of his subsequent career.

        

        We have now finished all that is necessary to say concerning him, 

        for the account of some of his further Attainment is given  fully 

        in  Liber  CDXVIII, "The Vision and the Voice," also  in  Equinox 

        Vol.  I  No.  X  "The Temple of  Solomon  the  King,"  where  the 

        unexpected result of the Communion of the Holy Guardian Angel  is 

        shown  in  a  symbolism which can hardly  be  understood  without 

        reference  to the events of I904, which are now wholly  pertinent 

        to this Essay.

        

                                   CHAPTER V.

        

                            The Results of Recession.

        

        The wisest of the Popes, on being shown some miracles, refused to 

        be  impressed, remarking that he did not believe in them, he  had 

        seen too many.  The result of the Meditation practices and  their 

        results,  following  those of Magick, was to give our  student  a 

        conception  of the Universe which was purely mental.   Everything 

        was  a  phenomenon  in mind.  He did not as  yet  see  that  this 

        conception  is self-destructive ; but it made him skeptical,  and 

        indifferent to whatever happened.  You cannot really be impressed 

        by  anything which you know to be nothing more than one  of  your 

        own thoughts.  Any occurrence can be interpreted as a thought, or 

        as  a relation between two thoughts.  In practice this  leads  to 

        profound indifferentism, miracles having become commonplace.  But 

        what  would be the amazement of the priest who, placing the  Host 

        upon his tongue, found his mouth full of bleeding flesh !  At the 

        period of writing, it is evident for what purpose our student was 

        led  into  this state.  I t was not to the Magician, not  to  the 

        mystic,  it  was to a militant member of  the  Rationalist  Press 

        Association  that  the great Revelation was to be made.   It  was 

        necessary  to  prove  to him that there was  in  actual  truth  a 

        Sanctuary, that there was in sober earnest a body of Adepts.   It 

        matters   nothing   whether  these  Adepts  are   incarnated   or 

        discarnated,  human or divine.  The only point at issue  is  that 

        there  should  be conscious Beings in possession of  the  deepest 

        secrets  of Nature, pledged to the uplifting of humanity,  filled 

        with  Truth, Wisdom and Understanding.  It is practical to  prove 

        the existence of individuals whose knowledge and power,  although 

        not complete--for the nature of Knowledge and Power is such  that 

        they  can never be complete, since the ideas  themselves  contain 

        imperfections--are yet enormously greater than aught known to the 

        rest of humanity.

        

        It  was of such a body that our student had heard in  the  "Cloud 

        upon the Sanctuary" ; admission to its adyta had been the guiding 

        hope  of  his life.  His early attainments had tended  rather  to 

        shake  his belief in the existence of such an  organization.   He 

        had  not yet reckoned up the events of his life ; he had not  yet 

        divined  the  direction  and  the  set  purpose  informing  their 

        apparently  vagrant  course.  It might have been by  chance  that 

        whenever  he  had been confronted with any difficulty  the  right 

        person  had  instantly come forward to solve it, whether  in  the 

        valleys  of Switzerland, the mountains of Mexico, or the  jungles 

        of the East.

        

        At  this  period of his life he would have scouted  the  idea  as 

        fantastic.  He had yet to learn that the story of Balaam and  his 

        prophetic  ass  might be literally true.  For the  great  Message 

        that  came to him came, not through the mouth of any person  with 

        any  pretensions to any knowledge of this or any other sort,  but 

        through  an  empty-headed woman of society.  The plain  facts  of 

        this revelation must be succinctly stated in a new chapter.

        

                                        

                                   CHAPTER VI.

                                                                        

                              The Great Revelation.

        

                                 The Arising of

                                 THE BEAST 666.

        

                                       9=2

        

        It  has been judged best to reprint as it stands the  account  of 

        these matters originally compiled for "The Temple of Solomon  the 

        King."  (Equinox Vol. I, No. VII, pp 357-386.)*1*

        

        

                                   THE PRIEST

        

        In opening this the most important section of Frater P.'s career, 

        we may be met by the unthinking with the criticism that since  it 

        deals  rather with his relation to others than with his  personal 

        attainment, it has no place in this volume.*2*



        Such  criticism is indeed shallow.  True, the incidents which  we 

        are  about to record took place on planes material or  contiguous 

        thereto  ;  true, so obscure is the light by which we  walk  that 

        much must be left in doubt ; true, we have not as yet the supreme 

        mystical  attainment to record ; but on the other hand it is  our 

        view  that the Seal set upon Attainment may be  itself  fittingly 

        recorded  in  the story of that Attainment, and that no  step  in 

        progress  is  more  important than that when it is  said  to  the 

        aspirant:   "Now that you are able to walk alone, let it be  your 

        first  care  to use that strength to help others!"  And  so  this 

        great  event which we are about to describe, an event which  will 

        lead, as time will show, to the establishment of a New Heaven and 

        New Earth for all men, wore the simplest and humblest guise.   So 

        often the gods come clad as peasants or as children ; nay, I have 

        listened to their voices in stones and trees.

        

        However,  we must not forget that there are persons so  sensitive 

        and  so credulous that they are convinced by anything, I  suppose 

        that there are nearly as many beds in the world as there are  men 

        ; yet for the Evangelical every bed conceals its Jesuit.

        

        We  get  "Milton composing baby rhymes" and "Locke  reasoning  in 

        gibberish," divine revelations which would shock the intelligence 

        of  a  sheep or a Saxon ; and we find these upheld  and  defended 

        with skill and courage.

        

        Therefore, since we are to announce the divine revelation made to 

        Fra.  P., it is of the last importance that we should  study  his 

        mind as is was at the time of the Unveiling.  If we find it to be 

        the mind of a neurotic, of a mystic, of a person predisposed,  we 

        shall slight the revelation ; if it be that of a sane man of  the 

        world, we shall attach more importance to it.

        

        If  some  dingy  Alchemist  emerges  from  his  laboratory,   and 

        proclaims  to all Tooting that he has made gold, men doubt ;  but 

        the conversion to spiritualism of Professor Lombroso made a great 

        deal  of  impression  on those who did not  understand  that  his 

        criminology was but the heaped delusion of a diseased brain.

        

        So  we shall find that the A.A. subtly prepared Fra. P.  by  over 

        two  years' training in rationalism and indifferentism for  Their 

        message.   And we shall find that so well did They do Their  work 

        that he refused the message for five years more, in spite of many 

        strange proofs of its truth.  We shall find even that Fra. P. had 

        to  be  stripped  naked of himself before  he  could  effectively 

        deliver the message.

        

        The battle was between all that mighty will of his and the  Voice 

        of a Brother who spoke once, and entered again into His silence ; 

        and it was not Fra. P. who had the victory.

        

        We  left Fra. P. in the autumn of I90I having  made  considerable 

        progress in Yoga.  We noted that in I902 he did little or nothing 

        either  in Magic or Mysticism.  The interpretation of the  occult 

        phenomena which he had observed occupied him exclusively, and his 

        mind was more and more attracted to materialism.

        

        What  are phenomena ? he asked.  Of noumena I know and  can  know 

        nothing.  All I know is, as far as I know, a mere modification of 

        the  mind, a phase of consciousness.  And thought is a  secretion 

        of the brain.  Consciousness is a function of the brain.

        

        If this thought was contradicted by the obvious, "And what is the 

        brain  ?  A phenomenon in mind !", it weighed less with him.   It 

        seemed to his mind as yet unbalanced (for all men are  unbalanced 

        until they have crossed the Abyss), that it was more important to 

        insist on matter than on mind.  Idealism wrought such misery, was 

        the father of all illusion, never led to research.  And yet, what 

        odds  ?   Every act or thought is determined by  an  infinity  of 

        causes,  is the resultant of an infinity of forces.  He  analysed 

        God,  saw that every man had made God in his own image,  saw  the 

        savage  and cannibal Jews devoted to a savage and  cannibal  God, 

        who  commanded  the  rape of virgins and  the  murder  of  little 

        children.    He  saw  the  timid  inhabitants  of  India,   races 

        continually  the  prey  of  every  robber  tribe,  inventing  the 

        effeminate  Vishnu; while, under the same name, their  conquerors 

        worshiped  a warrior, the conqueror of Demon Swans.  He  saw  the 

        flower  of earth throughout all time, the gracious  Greeks,  what 

        gracious  gods they had invented.  He saw Rome, in  its  strength 

        devoted  to Mars, Jupiter and Hercules, in its decay  turning  to 

        emasculate  Attis,  slain  Adonis,  murdered  Osiris,   crucified 

        Christ.   He could even trace in his own life  every  aspiration, 

        every devotion, as a reflection of his physical and  intellectual 

        needs.   He saw, too, the folly of all this supernaturalism.   He 

        heard the Boers and the British pray to the same Protestant  God, 

        and it occurred to him that the early success of the former might 

        be due rather to superior valour than to superior praying  power, 

        and  their  eventual defeat to the circumstance that  they  could 

        only  bring 60,000 men against a quarter of a million.   He  saw, 

        too,  the  face of humanity mired in its own blood  that  dripped 

        from the leeches of religion fastened to its temples.

        

        In  all this he saw man as the only thing worth holding to ;  the 

        one thing that needed to be  "saved," but also the one thing that 

        could save it.

        

        All that he had attained, then, he abandoned.  The intuitions  of 

        the  Qabalah  were cast behind him with a smile at  his  youthful 

        folly ; magic, if true, led nowhere ; Yoga had become psychology.  

        For  the  solution of his original problems of  the  universe  he 

        looked  to metaphysics ; he devoted his intellect to the cult  of 

        absolute reason.  He took up once more with Kant, Hume,  Spencer, 

        Huxley, Tyndall, Maudsley, Mansel, Fitche, Schelling, Hegel