I Make Myself Invisible in Articles by Aleister Crowley.
“But I went on with my work, even though I had to light a lamp—with the sun shining brightly outside.
The demons collected, also, in the lodge which I had built on the terrace. They were still vague shapes, half-seen faces. I got used to them.” [via, also]
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Consider also:
- “One night, after a ceremony in which a well-known analytical chemist was my leader, I locked the door and went out with him to a meal. When we returned the door was wide open, though the lock had not been forced, and the whole contents of the temple had been thrown about and lay in the wildest confusion.”
- “It was at the direction of the head of the Order that I then went to Scotland, to my manor house of Boleskine, which is two or three miles from the Falls of Foyers. My subsidiary object–the principal aim is too sacred to discuss–put into simple language was to gain control over the ‘four great princes’ of the evil of the world.”
- “Osiris! Orient godhead! let me still Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmering hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips: I hear Thy keen voice thrill; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking!”
- “WHEN I think of the hundreds of women I have loved from time to time, White throats and living bosoms where a kiss might creep or climb, Smooth eyes and trembling fingers, faint lips or murderous hair, All tunes of love’s own music, most various and rare; When I look back on life, as a mariner on the deep Sees, tranced, the white wake foaming, fancies the nereids weep; As, on a mountain summit in the thunders and the snow, I look to the shimmering valley and weep: I loved you so!”
- “They had curious effects on the neighbourhood. Part of the main road from Inverness to Fort Augustus ran through my estate. Soon superstitions about the road made the natives avoid it. People refused to use it after nightfall. Even the tough, hard-drinking workmen from Glasgow who were employed at Foyers would go a long way round to avoid that uncanny road.”