They listened, and they believed him. They had always believed him. It scared him, the way they believed, almost as if they were half asleep, or some part of them were missing. Truth be told, he, too, felt as if he were half asleep or half real.
Michael Poore, Up Jumps the Devil [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
the way to beat back the darkness and the danger is to be more yourself, to break more soul-squashing rules, to be as queer as you need to be. The heroes of horror stories are often the oddballs and the weirdos
Nightmare Magazine, Issue 37 (October 2015, Queers Destroy Horror! Special Issue) [Amazon, Publisher]
The religion of humanity is a grand, a noble belief. To remember that each and every one has some claim to consideration, that the way to restrain from wrong-doing is through the human heart.
Lydia Leavitt, Bohemian Society [Bookshop, Amazon, Internet Archive]
CXLV
The archer, his bow drawn tight with an arrow,
Takes aim at the mystery of the Tarot;
The shaft marks the Way in its ascension!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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XXXI
The heroic quest of the fool of God
As he reaches toward the light with his golden rod,
The Way of the Mystic he’s treading upon.
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
The Hermetic Library arts and letters pool is a project to publish poetry, prose and art that is inspired by or manifests the Western Esoteric Tradition.
To Laura in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.
“Dream on my breast of quiet days,
Kindled of slow absorbing fire!
Sleep, while I ponder on the ways
And secret paths of my desire!
Dream, while my restless brain probes deep
The mysteries of its magic power,
The secret of forgotten sleep,
The birth of knowledge as a flower!” [via]
ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΚΓ Skidoo in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“But thou canst not get out by the way thou camest in. The Way out is THE WAY.
Get out.” [via]