Mortal distrust of mortal happiness
Is born of madness and of impotence;
A miserable and distorted sense,
Defiant in its hatred of success.
Aleister Crowley, “The Pessimist’s Progress” from The Temple of The Holy Ghost
Mortal distrust of mortal happiness
Is born of madness and of impotence;
A miserable and distorted sense,
Defiant in its hatred of success.
Aleister Crowley, “The Pessimist’s Progress” from The Temple of The Holy Ghost
For I must pass
Desolate into the dusk of things again,
Having risen so far to fall to the abyss,
Deeper for exaltation; I must go
Wailing and naked into the inane
Cavernous shrineless place of misery,
Forgetful, hateful, impotent, except
The last initiation seize my soul,
And fling me into Isis’ very self,
The immortal, mortal.
Aleister Crowley, The Fatal Force
Conjuration of Oysters from the diaries of Aleister Crowley and published in Liber DCCCLX, John St. John by Aleister Crowley, which book appears as a Special Supplement to The Equinox, Vol I No I.
“O oysters! be ye unto me strength that I formulate the 12 rays of the Crown of HVA! I conjure ye, and very potently command. Even by Him who ruleth Life from the Throne of Tahuti unto the Abyss of Amennti, even by Ptah the swathed one, that unwrappeth the mortal from the immortal, even by Amoun the giver of Life, and by Khem the mighty, whose Phallus is like the Pillar in Karnak! Even by myself and my male power do I conjure ye. Amen.” [via]