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The forces of good were those which had constantly oppressed me. I saw them daily destroying the happiness of my fellow-men. Since, therefore, it was my business to explore the spiritual world, my first step must be to get into personal communication with the devil.

Aleister Crowley, The Confessions of Aleister Crowley, Chapter 14

Hermetic quote Crowley Confessions forces good constantly opressed daily destroying happiness fellow man business explore spiritual world first step personal communication with the devil

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March 5, 2023

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