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In The Temple

The subtle-souled dim radiant queen

Burns like a bale-fire through the mist;

The slender earth is bright and green,

Emerald, gray and amethyst;

The wavering breeze has slowly kissed

The way between

Her zone and wrist.

Pale guardian of the altar-flame,

Syren of old, perfidious song,

A murmuring runnel lately came

In streaming hate of mortal wrong.

Wait, for, my goddess, not for long

The snake is tame. …

See! He is strong!

The wide-set temple-pillars gleam,

As marble white, and tall as pines;

The doorway to immortal dream

Lies through the temple’s purple shrines.

Behold, pure queen, the magic signs.

Let words out-stream

As mingled wines! …

Victor B Neuburg, Equinox I iv

 

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Pax Hominibus Bonae Voluntatis by Aleister Crowley in International, Dec 1917.

“The economy of nature provides for all types. You cannot feed a horse on rabbits or a snake on grass, in spite of Mr. Swinburne’s remarks about ‘the chewing of some perfumed deadly grass.’ At the same time, we have a perfect right to take sides with either the horse or the snake.” [via]

Rainbow Snake Altar

Rainbow Snake Altar
Rainbow Snake Altar, originally uploaded by Jacqueline Elaine Gomez.

 

“Rainbow Snake Altar for the Aquarian New Moon.”

 


Building the Rainbow Snake altar with Ariana.

 

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The Reaper in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.

“I watched, a leopard, stealthy in the corn,
As if a tigress held herself above;
My body quivered, eager to be torn,
Stung by the snake of some convulsive love!
The leopard changed his spots; for in me leapt
The mate, the tiger. Murderous I sprang
Across the mellow earth: my senses swept,
One torrent flame, one soul-dissolving pang.
How queenly bent her body to the grip!
How lithe it slips, her bosom to my own!
The throat leans back, to tantalise the lip:—
The sudden shame of her is overthrown!” [via]

The Nameless Quest in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.

“‘Even I myself—my youth within me said:
Go, seek this folly; fear not for the dead,
And God is with thine arm! I reached the ridge,
And saw the river and the ghastly bridge
I told you of. Even then, even there, I fled.
Nor knight, nor king—a miserable midge!
‘Yet from my shame I dare not turn and run.
My oath grows urgent as my days are done.
Almost mine hour is on me: for its sake
I tell you this, as if my heart should break:—
The infinite desire—a burning sun!
The listening fear—the sun-devouring snake!'” [via]