A Ballad of Choosing in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.
“Wealth brought to me a purse, whose glancing gold
Mocked the sun’s rays, grown dull as iron rust,
And pressed it in my hand, saying ‘Behold
The corner-stone of fame, the means of lust’
And I ‘In thee I put but little trust
Shameful, most vile, accursed of God’s ire,
Dross of the dunghill’s most detested dust,
Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'” [via]
A Ballad of Choosing in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.
“Fame brought a golden crown, bejeweled o’er
With precious rubies beyond price, and cried
‘The world is young, thy name shall evermore
Ring in men’s ears, stately and glorified’
But I, with shuddering lips, to him replied
‘Fame is the amaranth that fools desire
My soul’s price is beyond thy jewel’s pride
Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'” [via]
Sabazius has posted a new page to the Invisible Basilica, “Address delivered by National Grand Master General Sabazius Xº to the Eighth National Conference of the U.S. O.T.O. Grand Lodge, Manifest Thy Glory, Saturday evening, August 6, 2011 e.v., Dearborn, Michigan“:
“How can there be any higher measure of success than to understand and realize ones own divine essence, and to manifest its glory? To accomplish the Great Work? To do your True Will as a god upon Earth? The wealth, status and fame so coveted by some are mere vain baubles in comparison: drugs to soothe a blind ego that cannot perceive, or will not recognize, its own essential divinity.
You partake of the same divine nature as the world’s wealthiest plutocrats, the world’s most powerful dictators, the world’s most beloved celebrities, and the world’s most impoverished beggars.
True kingship is realizing this.” [via]