Epilogue from the Amphora, or Hail Mary in The Libri of Aleister Crowley

“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.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “by a peculiar Ordinance of Heaven, and a Disposition occult within his Mind, is every Man protected from this Loss of his own Soul, until and unless he be by Choronzon disintegrated and dispersed beyond power of Will to repair; as when the Conflict within him, rending and burning, hath made his Mind utterly desert, and his Soul Madness.”
  2. “Burn Thou strange herbs, O God! Brew me a magic liquor, boys, with your glances! The very soul is drunken. Thou art drunken, O my God, upon my kisses. The Universe reels; Thou hast looked upon it. Twice, and all is done. Come, O my God, and let us embrace! Lazily, hungrily, ardently, patiently; so will I work. There shall be an End.”
  3. “Right also is that Word that the Kingdom of Heaven suffereth Violence, and the violent take it by Force. But except thou be violent by Virtue of thy true Nature, how shalt thou take it?”
  4. “He calls the spirit of beauty liberty, because despotism, and perhaps, as ‘the man of virtuous soul commands not nor obeys,’ all authority, pluck virtue from her path towards beauty, and because it leads us by that love whose service is perfect freedom.”
  5. “LOVE is the Omnipotence of the Ideal. By the Ideal the soul is exalted; it becomes greater than Nature, more living than the world, loftier than Science, more immortal than Life.”