Epilogue from the Amphora, or Hail Mary in The Libri of Aleister Crowley
“Now Mary’ Virgin to my speech
Married Her fire that all amid each
At last should gather to the Tryst,
Ripe suns arisen above the mist!” [via]
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Consider also:
- “I was with a number of Hermetists, and one of them said to another, ‘Do you see something in the curtain?’ The other gazed at the curtain for a while and saw presently a man led through a wood by a black hound, and then the hound lay dead at a place the seer knew was called, without knowing why, ‘the Meeting of the Suns,’ and the man followed a red hound, and then the red hound was pierced by a spear. A white fawn watched the man out of the wood, but he did not look at it, for a white hound came and he followed it trembling, but the seer knew that he would follow the fawn at last, and that it would lead him among the gods. The most learned of the Hermetists said, ‘I cannot tell the meaning of the hounds or where the Meeting of the Suns is, but I think the fawn is the Morning and Evening Star.’ I have little doubt that when the man saw the white fawn he was coming out of the darkness and passion of the world into some day of partial regeneration, and that it was the Morning Star and would be the Evening Star at its second coming.”
- “TRANSCEND, O Mage, thy soul redeemed! Her mercy shone where sorrow steamed. Exalted in the skies of even Virtue hath cleared thy way to Heaven.”
- “In darkness hides the glittering ore. Revealed thy Light, O mystic lore Given by GOD, lest I should err In dexter or in sinister.”
- “I have felt as I have sometimes felt on grey days on the Galway shore, when a faint mist has hung over the grey sea and the grey stones, as if the world might suddenly vanish and leave nothing behind, not even a little dust under one’s feet.”
- “as a cold and changeable fire set in the bare heavens, she governs alike chastity and the joyless idle drifting hither and thither of generated things”