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Aleister Crowley

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AHA! THE SEVENFOLD MYSTERY OF THE INEFFABLE LOVE;

THE COMING OF THE LORD IN THE AIR AS KING AND JUDGE

OF THIS CORRUPTED WORLD;

WHEREIN

UNDER THE FORM OF A DISCOURSE BETWEEN MARSYAS AN ADEPT

AND OLYMPAS HIS PUPIL THE WHOLE SECRET OF THE WAY OF

INITIATION IS LAID OPEN FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END;

FOR THE INSTRUCTION OF THE LITTLE CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT.

WRITTEN IN TREMBLING AND HUMILITY FOR THE BRETHREN

OF THE A.'. A.'. BY THEIR VERY DUTIFUL SERVANT, AN

ASPIRANT TO THEIR SUBLIME ORDER,

ALEISTER CROWLEY

THE ARGUMENTATION

A LITTLE before Dawn, the pupil comes to greet his Master, and begs

instruction.

Inspired by his Angel, he demands the Doctrine of being rapt away into the

Knowledge and Conversation of Him.

The Master discloses the doctrine of Passive Attention or Waiting.

This seeming hard to the Pupil, it is explained further, and the Method of

Resignation, Constancy, and Patience inculcated. The Paradox of Equilibrium.

The necessity of giving oneself wholly up the the new element. Egoism

rebuked.

The Master, to illustrate this Destruction of the Ego, describes the

Visions of Dhyana.

He further describes the defence of the Soul against assailing Thoughts,

and shows that the duality of Consciousness is a blasphemy against the Unity

of God; so that even the thought called God is a denial of God-as-He-is-in-

Himself.

The pupil sees nothing but a blank midnight in this Emptying of the Soul.

He is shown that this is the necessary condition of Illumination. Distinction

is further made between these three Dhyanas, and those early visions in which

things appear as objective. With these three Dhyanas, moreover, are Four

other of the Four Elements: and many more.

Above these is the Veil of Paroketh. Its guardians.

The Rosy Cross lies beyond this veil, and therewith the vision called

Vishvarupadarshana. Moreover, there is the Knowledge and Conversation of the

Holy Guardian Angel.

The infinite number and variety of these Visions.

The impossibility of revealing all these truths to the outer and

uninitiated world.

The Vision of the Universal Peacock ___ Atmadarshana. The confusion of the

Mind, and the Perception of its self-contradiction.

The Second Veil ___ the Veil of the Abyss.

The fatuity of Speech.

A discussion as to the means by which the vision arises in the pure Soul is

useless; suffice it that in the impure Soul no Vision will arise. The

practical course is therefore to cleanse the Soul.

The four powers of the Sphinx; even adepts hardly attain to one of them!

The final Destruction of the Ego.

The Master confesses that he has lured the disciple by the promise of Joy,

as the only thing comprehensible by him, although pain and joy are transcended

even in early visions.

Ananda (bliss) ___ and its opposite ___ mark the first steps of the path.

Ultimately all things are transcended; and even so, this attainment of Peace

is but as a scaffolding to the Palace of the King.

The sheaths of the soul. The abandonment of all is necessary; the adept

recalls his own tortures, as all that he loved was torn away.

The Ordeal of the Veil of the Abyss; the Unbinding of the Fabric of Mind,

and its ruin.

The distinction between philosophical credence and interior certitude.

Sammasati ___ the trance wherein the adept perceives his causal connection

with the Universe; past, present, and future.

Mastering the Reason, he becomes as a little child, and invokes his Holy

Guardian Angel, the Augoeides.

Atmadarshana arising is destroyed by the Opening of the Eye of Shiva; the

annihilation of the Universe, The adept is destroyed, and there arises the

Master of the Temple.

The pupil, struck with awe, proclaims his devotion to the Master; whereat

the latter bids him rather unite himself with the Augoeides.

Yet, following the great annihilation, the adept reappears as an Angel to

instruct men in this doctrine.

The Majesty of the Master described.

The pupil, wonder-struck, swears to attain, and asks for further

instruction.

The Master describes the Eight Limbs of Yoga.

The pupil lamenting the difficulty of attainment, the Master shows forth

the sweetness of the hermit's life.

One doubt remains: will not the world be able instantly to recognise the

Saint? The Master replies that only imperfect Saints reveal themselves as

such. Of these are the cranks and charlatans, and those that fear and

deny Life. But let us fix our thoughts on Love, and not on the failings of

others!

The Master invokes the Augoeides; the pupil through sympathy is almost rapt

away.

The Augoeides hath given the Master a message; namely, to manifest the New

Way of the Equinox of Horus, as revealed in Liber Legis.

He does so, and reconciles it with the Old Way by inviting the Test of

Experiment. They would go therefore to the Desert or the Mountains ___ nay!

here and now shall it be accomplished.

Peace to all beings!

AHA!

OLYMPAS. Master, ere the ruby Dawn

Gild the dew of leaf and lawn,

Bidding the petals to unclose

Of heaven's imperishable Rose,

Brave heralds, banners flung afar

Of the lone and secret star,

I come to greet thee. Here I bow

To earth this consecrated brow!

As a lover woos the Moon

Aching in a silver swoon,

I reach my lips towards thy shoon,

Mendicant of the mystic boon!

MARSYAS. What wilt thou?

OLYMPAS. Let mine Angel say!

"Utterly to be rapt away!"

MARSYAS. How, whence, and whither?

OLYMPAS. By my kiss

From that abode to this ___ to this!"

My wings?

MARSYAS. Thou hast no wings. But see

An eagle sweeping from the Byss

Where God stands. Let him ravish thee,

And bear thee to a boundless bliss!

OLYMPAS. How should I call him? How beseech?

MARSYAS. Silence is lovelier than Speech.

Only on a windless tree

Falls the dew, Felicity!

One ripple on the water mars

The magic mirror of the Stars.

OLYMPAS. My soul bends to the athletic stress

Of God's immortal loveliness.

Tell me, what wit avails the clod

To know the nearness of its God?

MARSYAS. First, let the soul be poised, and fledge

Truth's feather on mind's razor-edge.

Next, let no memory, feeling, hope

Stain all its starless horoscope.

Last, let it be content, twice void;

Not to be suffered or enjoyed;

Motionless, blind and deaf and dumb —

So may it to its kingdom come!

OLYMPAS. Dear master, can this be? The wine

Embittered with dark discipline?

For the soul loves her mate, the sense.

MARSYAS. This bed is sterile. Thou must fence

Thy soul from all her foes, the creatures

That by their soft and siren natures

Lure thee to shipwreck!

OLYMPAS. Thou hast said:

"God is in all."

MARSYAS. In sooth.

OLYMPAS. Why dread

The Godhood?

MARSYAS. Only as the thought

Is God, adore it. But the soul creates

Misshapen fiends, incestuous mates.

Slay these: they are false shadows of

The never-waning moon of love.

OLYMPAS. What thought is worthy?

MARSYAS. Truly none

Save one, in that it is but one.

Keep the mind constant; thou shalt see

Ineffable felicity.

Increase the will, and thou shalt find

It hath the strength to be resigned.

Resign the will; and from the string

Will's arrow shall have taken wing,

And from the desolate abode

Found the immaculate heart of God!

OLYMPAS. The word is hard!

MARSYAS. All things excite

Their equal and their opposite.

Be great, and thou shalt be ___ how small!

Be naught, and thou shalt be the All!

Eat not; all meat shall fill thy mouth:

Drink, and thy soul shall die of drouth!

Fill thyself; and that thou seekest

Is diluted to its weakest.

Empty thyself; the ghosts of night

Flee before the living Light.

Who clutches straws is drowned; but he

That hath the secret of the sea,

Lives with the whole lust of his limbs,

Takes hold of water's self, and swims.

See, the ungainly albatross

Stumbles awkwardly across

Earth ___ one wing-beat, and he flies

Most graceful gallant in the skies!

So do thou leave thy thoughts, intent

On thy new noble element!

Throw the earth shackles off, and cling

To what imperishable thing

Arises from the Married death

Of thine own self in that whereon

Thou art fixed.

OLYMPAS. Then all life's loyal breath

Is a waste wind. All joy forgone,

I must strive ever?

MARSYAS. Cease to strive!

Destroy this partial I, this moan

Of an hurt beast! Sores keep alive

By scratching. Health is peace. Unknown

And unexpressed because at ease

Are the Most High Congruities.

OLYMPAS. Then death is thine "attainment"? I

Can do no better than to die!

MARSYAS. Indeed, that "I" that is not God

Is but a lion in the road!

Knowest thou not (even now!) how first

The fetters of Restriction burst?

In the rapture of the heart

Self hath neither lot nor part.

MARSYAS. Tell me, dear master, how the bud

First breaks to brilliance of bloom:

What ecstasy of brain and blood

Shatters the seal upon the tomb

Of him whose gain was the world's loss

Our father Christian Rosycross!

MARSYAS. First, one is like a gnarled old oak

On a waste heath. Shrill shrieks the wind.

Night smothers earth. Storm swirls to choke

The throat of silence! Hard behind

Gathers a blacker cloud than all.

But look! but look! it thrones a ball

Of blistering fire. It breaks. The lash

Of lightning snakes him forth. One crash

Splits the old tree. One rending roar! — -

And night is darker than before.

OLYMPAS. Nay, master, master! Terror hath

So fierce an hold upon the path?

Life must lie crushed, a charred black swath,

In that red harvest's aftermath!

MARSYAS. Life lives. Storm passes. Clouds dislimn.

The night is clear. And now to him

Who hath endured is given the boon

Of an immeasurable moon.

The air about the adept congeals

To crystal; in his heart he feels

One needle pang; then breaks that splendour

Infinitely pure and tender…

___ And the ice drags him down!

OLYMPAS. But may

Our trembling frame, our clumsy clay,

Endure such anguish?

MARSYAS. In the worm

Lurks an unconquerable germ

Identical. A sparrow's fall

Were the Destruction of the All!

More; know that this surpasses skill

To express its ecstasy. The thrill

Burns in the memory like the glory

Of some far beaconed promontory

Where no light shines but on the comb

Of breakers, flickerings of the foam!

OLYMPAS. The path ends here?

MARSYAS. Ingenuous one!

The path ___ the true path ___ scarce begun.

When does the night end?

OLYMPAS. When the sun,

Crouching below the horizon,

Flings up his head, tosses his mane,

Ready to leap.

MARSYAS. Even so. Again

The adept secures his subtle fence

Against the hostile shafts of sense,

Pins for a second his mind; as you

May have seen some huge wrestler do.

With all his gathered weight heaped, hurled,

Resistless as the whirling world,

He holds his foeman to the floor

For one great moment and no more.

So ___ then the sun-blaze! All the night

Bursts to a vivid orb of light.

There is no shadow; nothing is,

But the intensity of bliss.

Being is blasted. That exists.

OLYMPAS. Ah!

MARSYAS. But the mind, that mothers mists,

Abides not there. The adept must fall

Exhausted.

OLYMPAS. There's an end of all?

MARSYAS. But not an end of this! Above

All life as is the pulse of love,

So this transcends all love.

OLYMPAS. Ah me!

Who may attain?

MARSYAS. Rare souls.

OLYMPAS. I see

Imaged a shadow of this light.

MARSYAS. Such is its sacramental might

That to recall it radiates

Its symbol. The priest elevates

The Host, and instant blessing stirs

The hushed awaiting worshippers.

OLYMPAS. Then how secure the soul's defence?

How baffle the besieger, Sense?

MARSYAS. See the beleagured city, hurt

By hideous engines, sore begirt

And gripped by lines of death, well scored

With shell, nigh open to the sword!

Now comes the leader; courage, run

Contagious through the garrison!

Repair the trenches! Man the wall!

Restore the ruined arsenal!

Serve the great guns! The assailants blench;

They are driven from the foremost trench.

The deadliest batteries belch their hell

No more. So day by day fought well,

We silence gun by gun. At last

The fiercest of the fray is past;

The circling hills are ours. The attack

Is over, save for the rare crack,

Long dropping shots from hidden forts; —

___ So is it with our thoughts!

OLYMPAS. The hostile thoughts, the evil things!

They hover on majestic wings,

Like vultures waiting for a man

To drop from the slave-caravan!

MARSYAS. All thoughts are evil. Thought is two:

The seer and the seen. Eschew

That supreme blasphemy, my son,

Remembering that God is One.

OLYMPAS. God is a thought!

MARSYAS. The "thought" of God

Is but a shattered emerod:

A plague, an idol, a delusion,

Blasphemy, schism, and confusion!

OLYMPAS. Banish my one high thought? The night

Indeed were starless.

MARSYAS. Very right!

But that impalpable inane

Is the condition of success;

Even as earth lies black to gain

Spring's green and autumn's fruitfulness.

OLYMPAS. I dread this midnight of the soul.

MARSYAS. Welcome the herald!

OLYMPAS. How control

The horror of the mind? The insane

Dead melancholy?

MARSYAS. Trick is vain.

Sheer manhood must support the strife,

And the trained Will, the Root of Life,

Bear the adept triumphant.

OLYMPAS. Else?

MARSYAS. The reason, like a chime of bells

Ripped by the lightning, cracks.

OLYMPAS. And these

Are the first sights the magus sees?

MARSYAS. The first true sights. Bright images

Throng the clear mind at first, a crowd

Of Gods, lights, armies, landscapes; loud

Reverberations of the Light.

But these are dreams, things in the mind,

Reveries, idols. Thou shalt find

No rest therein. The former three

(Lightning, moon, sun) are royally

Liminal to the Hall of Truth.

Also there be with them, in sooth,

Their brethren. There's the vision called

The Lion of the Light, a brand

Of ruby flame and emerald

Waved by the Hermeneutic Hand.

There is the Chalice, whence the flood

Of God's beatitude of blood

Flames. O to sing those starry tunes!

O colder than a million moons!

O vestal waters! Wine of love

Wan as the lyric soul thereof!

There is the Wind, a whirling sword,

The savage rapture of the air

Tossed beyond space and time. My Lord,

My Lord, even now I see Thee there

In infinite motion! And beyond

There is the Disk, the wheel of things;

Like a black boundless diamond

Whirring with millions of wings!

OLYMPAS. Master!

MARSYAS. Know also that above

These portents hangs no veil of love;

But, guarded by unsleeping eyes

Of twice seven score severities,

The Veil that only rips apart

When the spear strikes to Jesus' heart!

A mighty Guard of Fire are they

With sabres turning every way!

Their eyes are millstones greater than

The earth; their mouths run seas of blood.

Woe be to that accursЉd man

Of whom they are the iniquities!

Swept in their wrath's avenging flood

To black immitigable seas!

Woe to the seeker who shall fail

To rend that vexful virgin Veil!

Fashion thyself by austere craft

Into a single azure shaft

Loosed from the string of Will; behold

The Rainbow! Thou art shot, pure flame,

Past the reverberated Name

Into the Hall of Death. Therein

The Rosy Cross is subtly seen.

OLYMPAS. Is that a vision, then?

MARSYAS. It is.

OLYMPAS. Tell me thereof!

MARSYAS. O not of this!

Of all the flowers in God's field

We name not this. Our lips are sealed

In that the Universal Key

Lieth within its mystery.

But know thou this. These visions give

A hint both faint and fugitive

Yet haunting, that behind them lurks

Some Worker, greater than his works.

Yea, it is given to him who girds

His loins up, is not fooled by words,

Who takes life lightly in his hand

To throw away at Will's command,

To know that View beyond the Veil.

O petty purities and pale,

These visions I have spoken of!

The infinite Lord of Light and Love

Breaks on the soul like dawn. See! See!

Great God of Might and Majesty!

Beyond sense, beyond sight, a brilliance

Burning from His glowing glance!

Formless, all the worlds of flame

Atoms of that fiery frame!

The adept caught up and broken;

Slain, before His Name be spoken!

In that fire the soul burns up.

One drop from that celestial cup

Is an abyss, an infinite sea

That sucks up immortality!

O but the Self is manifest

Through all that blaze! Memory stumbles

Like a blind man for all the rest.

Speech, like a crag of limestone, crumbles,

While this one soul of thought is sure

Through all confusion to endure,

Infinite Truth in one small span:

This that is God is Man.

OLYMPAS. Master! I tremble and rejoice.

MARSYAS. Before His own authentic voice

Doubt flees. The chattering choughs of talk

Scatter like sparrows from a hawk.

OLYMPAS. Thenceforth the adept is certain of

The mystic mountain? Light and Love

Are Life therein, and they are his?

MARSYAS. Even so. And One supreme there is

Whom I have known, being He. Withdrawn

Within the curtains of the dawn

Dwells that concealed. Behold! he is

A blush, a breeze, a song, a kiss,

A rosy flame like Love, his eyes

Blue, the quintessence of all skies,

His hair a foam of gossamer

Pale gold as jasmine, lovelier

Than all the wheat of Paradise.

O the dim water-wells his eyes!

There is such depth of Love in them

That the adept is rapt away,

Dies on that mouth, a gleaming gem

Of dew caught in the boughs of Day!

OLYMPAS. The hearing of it is so sweet

I swoon to silence at thy feet.

MARSYAS. Rise! Let me tell thee, knowing HIm,

The Path grows never wholly dim.

Lose Him, and thou indeed wert lost!

But He will not lose thee!

OLYMPAS. Exhaust

The Word!

MARSYAS. Had I a million songs,

And every song a million words,

And every word a million meanings,

I could not count the choral throngs

Of Beauty's beatific birds,

Or gather up the paltry gleanings

Of this great harvest of delight!

Hast thou not heard the word aright?

That world is truly infinite.

Even as a cube is to a square

Is that to this.

OLYMPAS. Royal and rare!

Infinite light of burning wheels!

MARSYAS. Ay! The imagination reels.

Thou must attain before thou know,

And when thou knowest ___ Mighty woe

That silence grips the willing lips!

OLYMPAS. Ever was speech the thought's eclipse.

MARSYAS. Ay, not to veil the truth to him

Who sought it, groping in the dim

Halls of illusion, said the sages

In all the realms, in all the ages,

"Keep silence." By a word should come

Your sight, and we who see are dumb!

We have sought a thousand times to teach

Our knowledge; we are mocked by speech.

So lewdly mocked, that all this word

Seems dead, a cloudy crystal blurred,

Though it cling closer to life's heart

Than the best rhapsodies of art!

OLYMPAS. Yet speak!

MARSYAS. Ah, could I tell thee of

These infinite things of Light and Love!

There is the Peacock; in his fan

Innumerable plumes of Pan!

Oh! every plume hath countless eyes;

___ Crown of created mysteries! — -

Each holds a Peacock like the First.

OLYMPAS. How can this be?

MARSYAS. The mind's accurst.

It cannot be. It is. Behold,

Battalion on battalion rolled!

There is war in Heaven! The soul sings still,

Struck by the plectron of the Will;

But the mind's dumb; its only cry

The shriek of its last agony!

OLYMPAS. Surely it struggles.

MARSYAS. Bitterly!

And, mark! it must be strong to die!

The weak and partial reason dips

One edge, another springs, as when

A melting iceberg reels and tips

Under the sun. Be mighty then,

A lord of Thought, beyond wit and wonder

Balanced ___ then push the whole mind under,

Sunk beyond chance of floating, blent

Rightly with its own element,

Not lifting jagged peaks and bare

To the unsympathetic air!

This is the second veil; and hence

As first we slew the things of sense

Upon the altar of their God,

So must the Second Period

Slay the ideas, to attain

To that which is, beyond the brain.

OLYMPAS. To that which is? ___ not thought? not sense?

MARSYAS. Knowledge is but experience

Made conscious of itself. The bee,

Past master of geometry,

Hath not one word of all of it;

For wisdom is not mother-wit!

So the adept is called insane

For his frank failure to explain.

Language creates false thoughts; the true

Breed language slowly. Following

Experience of a thing we knew

Arose the need to name the thing.

So, ancients likened a man's mind

To the untamed evasive wind.

Some fool thinks names are things; and boasts

Aloud of spirits and of ghosts.

Religion follows on a pun!

And we, who know that Holy One

Of whom I told thee, seek in vain

Figure or word to make it plain.

OLYMPAS. Despair of man!

MARSYAS. Man is the seed

Of the unimaginable flower.

By singleness of thought and deed

It may bloom now ___ this actual hour!

OLYMPAS. The soul made safe, is vision sure

To rise therein?

MARSYAS. Though calm and pure

It seem, maybe some thought hath crept

Into his mind to baulk the adept.

The expectation of success

Suffices to destroy the stress

Of the one thought. But then, what odds?

"Man's vision goes, dissolves in God's;"

Or, "by God's grace the Light is given

To the elected heir of heaven."

These are but idle theses, dry

Dugs of the cow Theology.

Business is business. The one fact

That we know is: the gods exact

A stainless mirror. Cleanse thy soul!

Perfect the will's austere control!

For the rest, wait! The sky once clear,

Dawn needs no prompting to appear!

OLYMPAS. Enough! it shall be done.

MARSYAS. Beware!

Easily trips the big word "dare."

Each man's an OEdipus, that thinks

He hath the four powers of the Sphinx,

Will, Courage, Knowledge, Silence. Son,

Even the adepts scarce win to one!

Thy Thoughts ___ they fall like rotten fruits.

But to destroy the power that makes

These thoughts ___ thy Self? A man it takes

To tear his soul up by the roots!

This is the mandrake fable, boy!

OLYMPAS. You told me that the Path was joy.

MARSYAS. A lie to lure thee!

OLYMPAS. Master!

MARSYAS. Pain

And joy are twin toys of the brain.

Even early visions pass beyond!

OLYMPAS. Not all the crabbed runes I have conned

Told me so plain a truth. I see,

Inscrutable Simplicity!

Crushed like a blind-worm by the heel

Of all I am, perceive, and feel,

My truth was but the partial pang

That chanced to strike me as I sang.

MARSYAS. In the beginning, violence

Marks the extinction of the sense.

Anguish and rapture rack the soul.

These are disruptions of control.

Self-poised, a brooding hawk, there hangs

In the still air the adept. The bull

On the firm earth goes not so smooth!

So the first fine ecstatic pangs

Pass; balance comes.

OLYMPAS. How wonderful

Are these tall avenues of truth!

MARSYAS. So the first flash of light and terror

Is seen as shadow, known as error.

Next, light comes as light; as it grows

The sense of peace still steadier glows;

And the fierce lust, that linked the soul

To its God, attains a chaste control.

Intimate, an atomic bliss,

Is the last phrasing of that kiss.

Not ecstasy, but peace, pure peace!

Invisible the dew sublimes

From the great mother, subtly climbs

And loves the leaves! Yea, in the end,

Vision all vision must transcend.

These glories are mere scaffolding

To the Closed Palace of the King.

OLYMPAS. Yet, saidst thou, ere the new flower shoots

The soul is torn up by the roots.

MARSYAS. Now come we to the intimate things

Known to how few! Man's being clings

First to the outer. Free from these

The inner sheathings, and he sees

Those sheathings as external. Strip

One after one each lovely lip

From the full rose-but! Ever new

Leaps the next petal to the view.

What binds them by Desire? Disease

Most dire of direful Destiny's!

OLYMPAS. I have abandoned all to tread

The brilliant pathway overhead!

MARSYAS. Easy to say. To abandon all,

All must be first loved and possessed.

Nor thou nor I have burst the thrall.

All ___ as I offered half in jest,

Sceptic ___ was torn away from me.

Not without pain! THEY slew my child,

Dragged my wife down to infamy

Loathlier than death, drove to the wild

My tortured body, stripped me of

Wealth, health, youth, beauty, ardour, love.

Thou has abandoned all? Then try

A speck of dust within the eye!

OLYMPAS. But that is different!

MARSYAS. Life is one.

Magic is life. The physical

(Men name it) is a house of call

For the adept, heir of the sun!

Bombard the house! it groans and gapes.

The adept runs forth, and so escapes

That ruin!

OLYMPAS. Smoothly parallel

The ruin of the mind as well?

MARSYAS. Ay! Hear the Ordeal of the Veil,

The Second Veil!… O spare me this

Magical memory! I pale

To show the Veil of the Abyss.

Nay, let confession be complete!

OLYMPAS. Master, I bend me at thy feet —

Why do they sweat with blood and dew?

MARSYAS. Blind horror catches at my breath.

The path of the abyss runs through

Things darker, dismaller than death!

Courage and will! What boots their force?

The mind rears like a frightened horse.

There is no memory possible

Of that unfathomable hell.

Even the shadows that arise

Are things to dreadful to recount!

There's no such doom in Destiny's

Harvest of horror. The white fount

Of speech is stifled at its source.

Know, the sane spirit keeps its course

By this, that everything it thinks

Hath causal or contingent links.

Destroy them, and destroy the mind!

O bestial, bottomless, and blind

Black pit of all insanity!

The adept must make his way to thee!

This is the end of all our pain,

The dissolution of the brain!

For lo! in this no mortar sticks;

Down come the house ___ a hail of bricks!

The sense of all I hear is drowned;

Tap, tap, isolated sound,

Patters, clatters, batters, chatters,

Tap, tap, tap, and nothing matters!

Senseless hallucinations roll

Across the curtain of the soul.

Each ripple on the river seems

The madness of a maniac's dreams!

So in the self no memory-chain

Or causal wisp to bind the straws!

The Self disrupted! Blank, insane,

Both of existence and of laws,

The Ego and the Universe

Fall to one black chaotic curse.

OLYMPAS. So ends philosophy's inquiry:

"Summa scientia nihil scire."

MARSYAS. Ay, but that reasoned thesis lacks

The impact of reality.

This vision is a battle axe

Splitting the skull. O pardon me!

But my soul faints, my stomach sinks.

Let me pass on!

OLYMPAS. My being drinks

The nectar-poison of the Sphinx.

This is a bitter medicine!

MARSYAS. Black snare that I was taken in!

How one may pass I hardly know.

Maybe time never blots the track.

Black, black, intolerably black!

Go, spectre of the ages, go!

Suffice it that I passed beyond.

I found the secret of the bond

Of thought to thought through countless years

Through many lives, in many spheres,

Brought to a point the dark design

Of this existence that is mine.

I knew my secret. "All I was"

I brought into the burning-glass,

And all its focussed light and heat

Charred "all I am." The rune's complete

When "all I shall be" flashes by

Like a shadow on the sky.

Then I dropped my reasoning.

Vacant and accursed thing!

By my Will I swept away

The web of metaphysic, smiled

At the blind labyrinth, where the grey

Old snake of madness wove his wild

Curse! As I trod the trackless way

Through sunless gorges of Cathay,

I became a little child.

By nameless rivers, swirling through

Chasms, a fantastic blue,

Month by month, on barren hills,

In burning heat, in bitter chills,

Tropic forest, Tartar snow,

Smaragdine archipelago,

See me ___ led by some wise hand

That I did not understand.

Morn and noon and eve and night

I, the forlorn eremite,

Called on Him with mild devotion,

As the dew-drop woos the ocean.

In my wanderings I came

To an ancient park aflame

With fairies' feet. Still wrapped in love

I was caught up, beyond, above

The tides of being. The great sight

Of the intolerable light

Of the whole universe that wove

The labyrinth of life and love

Blazed in me. Then some giant will,

Mine or another's thrust a thrill

Through the great vision. All the light

Went out in an immortal night,

The world annihilated by

The opening of the Master's Eye.

How can I tell it?

OLYMPAS. Master, master!

A sense of some divine disaster

Abases me.

MARSYAS. Indeed, the shrine

Is desolate of the divine!

But all the illusion gone, behold

The one that is!

OLYMPAS. Royally rolled,

I hear strange music in the air!

MARSYAS. It is the angelic choir, aware

Of the great Ordeal dared and done

By one more Brother of the Sun!

OLYMPAS. Master, the shriek of a great bird

Blends with the torrent of the thunder.

MARSYAS. It is the echo of the word

That tore the universe asunder.

OLYMPAS. Master, thy stature spans the sky.

MARSYAS. Verily; but it is not I.

The adept dissolves ___ pale phantom form

Blown from the black mouth of the storm.

It is another that arises!

OLYMPAS. Yet in thee, through thee!

MARSYAS. I am not.

OLYMPAS. For me thou art.

MARSYAS. So that suffices

To seal thy will? To cast thy lot

Into the lap of God? Then, well!

OLYMPAS. Ay, there is no more potent spell.

Through life, through death, by land and sea

Most surely will I follow thee.

MARSYAS. Follow thyself, not me. Thou hast

An Holy Guardian Angel, bound

to lead thee from thy bitter waste

To the inscrutable profound

That is His covenanted ground.

OLYMPAS. Thou who hast known these master-keys

Of all creation's mysteries,

Tell me, what followed the great gust

Of God that blew his world to dust?

MARSYAS. I, even I the man, became

As a great sword of flashing flame.

My life, informed with holiness,

Conscious of its own loveliness,

Like a well that overflows

At the limit of the snows,

Sent its crystal stream to gladden

The hearts of me, their lives to madden

With the intoxicating bliss

(Wine mixed with myrrh and ambergris!)

Of this bitter-sweet perfume,

This gorse's blaze of prickly bloom

That is the Wisdom of the Way.

Then springs the statue from the clay,

And all God's doubted fatherhood

Is seen to be supremely good.

Live within the sane sweet sun!

Leave the shadow-world alone!

OLYMPAS. There is a crown for every one;

For every one there is a throne!

MARSYAS. That crown is Silence. Sealed and sure!

That throne is Knowledge perfect pure.

Below that throne adoring stand

Virtues in a blissful band;

Mercy, majesty and power,

Beauty and harmony and strength,

Triumph and splendour, starry shower

Of flames that flake their lily length,

A necklet of pure light, far-flung

Down to the Base, from which is hung

A pearl, the Universe, whose sight

Is one globed jewel of delight.

Fallen no more! A bowered bride

Blushing to be satisfied!

OLYMPAS. All this, of once the Eye unclose?

MARSYAS. The golden cross, the ruby rose

Are gone, when flaming from afar

The Hawk's eye blinds the Silver Star.

O brothers of the Star, caressed

By its cool flames from brow to breast,

Is there some rapture yet to excite

This prone and pallid neophyte?

OLYMPAS. O but there is no need of this!

I burn toward the abyss of Bliss.

I call the Four Powers of the Name;

Earth, wind and cloud, sea, smoke and flame

To witness: by this triune Star

I swear to break the twi-forked bar.

But how to attain? Flexes and leans

The strongest will that lacks the means.

MARSYAS. There are seven keys to the great gate,

Being eight in one and one in eight.

First, let the body of thee be still,

Bound by the cerements of will,

Corpse-rigid; thus thou mayst abort

The fidget-babes that tense the thought.

Next, let the breath-rhythm be low,

Easy, regular, and slow;

So that thy being be in tune

With the great sea's Pacific swoon.

Third, let thy life be pure and calm

Swayed softly as a windless palm.

Fourth, let the will-to-live be bound

To the one love of the Profound.

Fifth, let the thought, divinely free

From sense, observe its entity.

Watch every thought that springs; enhance

Hour after hour thy vigilance!

Intense and keen, turned inward, miss

No atom of analysis!

Sixth, on one thought securely pinned

Still every whisper of the wind!

So like a flame straight and unstirred

Burn up thy being in one word!

Next, still that ecstasy, prolong

Thy meditation steep and strong,

Slaying even God, should He distract

Thy attention from the chosen act!

Last, all these things in one o'erpowered,

Time that the midnight blossom flowered!

The oneness is. Yet even in this,

My son, thou shalt not do amiss

If thou restrain the expression, shoot

Thy glance to rapture's darkling root,

Discarding name, form, sight, and stress

Even of this high consciousness;

Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here:

Thou art the Master. I revere

Thy radiance that rolls afar,

O Brother of the Silver Star!

OLYMPAS. Ah, but no ease may lap my limbs.

Giants and sorcerers oppose;

Ogres and dragons are my foes!

Leviathan against me swims,

And lions roar, and Boreas blows!

No Zephyrs woo, no happy hymns

Paean the Pilgrim of the Rose!

MARSYAS. I teach the royal road of light.

Be thou, devoutly eremite,

Free of thy fate. Choose tenderly

A place for thine Academy.

Let there be an holy wood

Of embowered solitude

By the still, the rainless river,

Underneath the tangled roots

Of majestic trees that quiver

In the quiet airs; where shoots

Of the kindly grass are green

Moss and ferns asleep between,

Lilies in the water lapped,

Sunbeams in the branches trapped

___ Windless and eternal even!

Silenced all the birds of heaven

By the low insistent call

Of the constant waterfall.

There, to such a setting be

Its carven gem of deity,

A central flawless fire, enthralled

Like Truth within an emerald!

Thou shalt have a birchen bark

On the river in the dark;

And at the midnight thou shalt go

to the mid-stream's smoothest flow,

And strike upon a golden bell

The spirit's call; then say the spell:

"Angel, mine angel, draw thee nigh!"

Making the Sign of Magistry

With wand of lapis lazuli.

Then, it may be, through the blind dumb

Night thou shalt see thine angel come,

Hear the faint whisper of his wings,

Behold the starry breast begemmed

With the twelve stones of the twelve kings!

His forehead shall be diademed

With the faint light of stars, wherein

The Eye gleams dominant and keen.

Thereat thou swoonest; and thy love

Shall catch the subtle voice thereof.

He shall inform his happy lover:

My foolish prating shall be over!

OLYMPAS. O now I burn with holy haste.

This doctrine hath so sweet a taste

That all the other wine is sour.

MARSYAS. Son, there's a bee for every flower.

Lie open, a chameleon cup,

And let Him suck thine honey up!

OLYMPAS. There is one doubt. When souls attain

Such an unimagined gain

Shall not others mark them, wise

Beyond mere mortal destinies?

MARSYAS. Such are not the perfect saints.

While the imagination faints

Before their truth, they veil it close

As amid the utmost snows

The tallest peaks most straitly hide

With clouds their holy heads. Divide

The planes! Be ever as you can

A simple honest gentleman!

Body and manners be at ease,

Not bloat with blazoned sanctities!

Who fights as fights the soldier-saint?

And see the artist-adept paint!

Weak are those souls that fear the stress

Of earth upon their holiness!

They fast, they eat fantastic food,

They prate of beans and brotherhood,

Wear sandals, and long hair, and spats,

And think that makes them Arahats!

How shall man still his spirit-storm?

Rational Dress and Food Reform!

OLYMPAS. I know such saints.

MARSYAS. An easy vice:

So wondrous well they advertise!

O their mean souls are satisfied

With wind of spiritual pride.

They're all negation. "Do not eat;

What poison to the soul is meat!

Drink not; smoke not; deny the will!

Wine and tobacco make us ill."

Magic is life; the Will to Live

Is one supreme Affirmative.

These things that flinch from Life are worth

No more to Heaven than to Earth.

Affirm the everlasting Yes!

OLYMPAS. Those saints at least score one success:

Perfection of their priggishness!

MARSYAS. Enough. The soul is subtlier fed

With meditation's wine and bread.

Forget their failings and our own;

Fix all our thoughts on Love alone!

Ah, boy, all crowns and thrones above

Is the sanctity of love.

In His warm and secret shrine

Is a cup of perfect wine,

Whereof one drop is medicine

Against all ills that hurt the soul.

A flaming daughter of the Jinn

Brought to me once a wingЉd scroll,

Wherein I read the spell that brings

The knowledge of that King of Kings.

Angel, I invoke thee now!

Bend on me the starry brow!

Spread the eagle wings above

The pavilion of our love!….

Rise from your starry sapphire seats!

See, where through the quickening skies

The oriflamme of beauty beats

Heralding loyal legionaries,

Whose flame of golden javelins

Fences those peerless paladins.

There are the burning lamps of them,

Splendid star-clusters to begem

The trailing torrents of those blue

Bright wings that bear mine angel through!

O Thou art like an Hawk of Gold,

Miraculously manifold,

For all the sky's aflame to be

A mirror magical of Thee!

The stars seem comets, rushing down

To gem thy robes, bedew thy crown.

Like the moon-plumes of a strange bird

By a great wind sublimely stirred,

Thou drawest the light of all the skies

Into thy wake. The heaven dies

In bubbling froth of light, that foams

About thine ardour. All the domes

Of all the heavens close above thee

As thou art known of me who love thee.

Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on

This soul of mine, that it is gone,

Gone from all life, and rapt away

Into the infinite starry spray

Of thine own AEon… Alas for me!

I faint. Thy mystic majesty

Absorbs this spark.

OLYMPAS. All hail! all hail!

White splendour through the viewless veil!

I am drawn with thee to rapture.

OLYMPAS. Stay!

I bear a message. Heaven hath sent

The knowledge of a new sweet way

Into the Secret Element.

OLYMPAS. Master, while yet the glory clings

Declare this mystery magical!

MARSYAS. I am yet borne on those blue wings

Into the Essence of the All.

Now, now I stand on earth again,

Though, blazing through each nerve and vein,

The light yet holds its choral course,

Filling my frame with fiery force

Like God's. Now hear the Apocalypse

New-fledged on these reluctant lips!

OLYMPAS. I tremble like an aspen, quiver

Like light upon a rainy river!

MARSYAS. Do what thou wilt! is the sole word

Of law that my attainment heard.

Arise, and lay thine hand on God!

Arise, and set a period

Unto Restriction! That is sin:

To hold thine holy spirit in!

O thou that chafest at thy bars,

Invoke Nuit beneath her stars

With a pure heart (Her incense burned

Of gums and woods, in gold inurned),

And let the serpent flame therein

A little, and thy soul shall win

To lie within her bosom. Lo!

Thou wouldst give all ___ and she cries: No!

Take all, and take me! Gather spice

And virgins and great pearls of price!

Worship me in a single robe,

Crowned richly! Girdle of the globe,

I love thee! Pale and purple, veiled,

Voluptuous, swan silver-sailed,

I love thee. I am drunkness

Of the inmost sense; my soul's caress

Is toward thee! Let my priestess stand

Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned

By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon

Mine iridescent altar-stone,

And in her love-chaunt swooningly

Say evermore: To me! To me!

I am the azure-lidded daughter

Of sunset; the all-girdling water;

The naked brilliance of the sky

In the voluptuous night am I!

With song, with jewel, with perfume,

Wake all my rose's blush and bloom!

Drink to me! Love me! I love thee,

My love, my lord ___ to me! to me!

OLYMPAS. There is no harshness in the breath

Of this ___ is life surpassed, and death?

MARSYAS. There is the Snake that gives delight

And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright

With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine,

Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine!

These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell

Not in the cold secretive cell,

But under purple canopies

With mighty-breasted mistresses

Magnificent as lionesses ___

Tender and terrible caresses!

Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes;

And massed huge hair about them lies.

They lead their hosts to victory:

In every joy they are kings; then see

That secret serpent coiled to spring

And win the world! O priest and king,

Let there be feasting, foining, fighting,

A revel of lusting, singing, smiting!

Work; be the bed of work! Hold! Hold!

the stars' kiss is as molten gold.

Harden! Hold thyself up! now die —

Ah! Ah! Exceed! Exceed!

OLYMPAS. And I?

MARSYAS. My stature shall surpass the stars:

He hath said it! Men shall worship me

In hidden woods, on barren scaurs,

Henceforth to all eternity.

OLYMPAS. Hail! I adore thee! Let us feast.

MARSYAS. I am the consecrated Beast.

I build the Abominable House.

The Scarlet Woman is my Spouse ___

OLYMPAS. What is this word?

MARSYAS. Thou canst not know

Till thou hast passed the Fourth Ordeal.

OLYMPAS. I worship thee. The moon-rays flow

Masterfully rich and real

From thy red mouth, and burst, young suns

Chanting before the Holy Ones

Thine Eight Mysterious Orisons!

MARSYAS. The last spell! The availing word!

The two completed by the third!

The Lord of War, of Vengeance

That slayeth with a single glance!

This light is in me of my Lord.

His Name is this far-whirling sword.

I push His order. Keen and swift

My Hawk's eye flames; these arms uplift

The Banner of Silence and of Strength ___

Hail! Hail! thou art here, my Lord, at length!

Lo, the Hawk-Headed Lord am I:

My nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.

Hail! ye twin warriors that guard

The pillars of the world! Your time

Is nigh at hand. The snake that marred

Heaven with his inexhaustible slime

Is slain; I bear the Wand of Power,

The Wand that waxes and that wanes;

I crush the Universe this hour

In my left hand; and naught remains!

Ho! for the splendour in my name

Hidden and glorious, a flame

Secretly shooting from the sun.

Aum! Ha! ___ my destiny is done.

The Word is spoken and concealed.

OLYMPAS. I am stunned. What wonder was revealed?

MARSYAS. The rite is secret.

OLYMPAS. Profits it?

MARSYAS. Only to wisdom and to wit.

OLYMPAS. The other did no less.

MARSYAS. Then prove

Both by the master-key of Love.

The lock turns stiffly? Shalt thou shirk

To use the sacred oil of work?

Not from the valley shalt thou test

The eggs that line the eagle's nest!

Climb, with thy life at stake, the ice,

The sheer wall of the precipice!

Master the cornice, gain the breach,

And learn what next the ridge can teach!

Yet ___ not the ridge itself may speak

The secret of the final peak.

OLYMPAS. All ridges join at last.

MARSYAS. Admitted,

O thou astute and subtle-witted!

Yet one ___ loose, jaggЉd, clad in mist!

Another ___ firm, smooth, loved and kissed

By the soft sun! Our order hath

This secret of the solar path,

Even as our Lord the Beast hath won

The mystic Number of the Sun.

OLYMPAS. These secrets are too high for me.

MARSYAS. Nay, little brother! Come and see!

Neither by faith nor fear nor awe

Approach the doctrine of the Law!

Truth, Courage, Love, shall win the bout,

And those three others be cast out.

OLYMPAS. Lead me, Master, by the hand

Gently to this gracious land!

Let me drink the doctrine in,

An all-healing medicine!

Let me rise, correct and firm,

Steady striding to the term,

Master of my fate, to rise

To imperial destinies;

With the sun's ensanguine dart

Spear-bright in my blazing heart,

And my being's basil-plant

Bright and hard as adamant!

MARSYAS. Yonder, faintly luminous,

The yellow desert waits for us.

Lithe and eager, hand in hand,

We travel to the lonely land.

There, beneath the stars, the smoke

Of our incense shall invoke

The Queen of Space; and subtly She

Shall bend from Her infinity

Like a lambent flame of blue,

Touching us, and piercing through

All the sense-webs that we are

As the aethyr penetrates a star!

Her hands caressing the black earth,

Her sweet lithe body arched for love,

Her feet a Zephyr to the flowers,

She calls my name ___ she gives the sign

That she is mine, supremely mine,

And clinging to the infinite girth

My soul gets perfect joy thereof

Beyond the abysses and the hours;

So that ___ I kiss her lovely brows;

She bathes my body in perfume

Of sweat…. O thou my secret spouse,

Continuous One of Heaven! illume

My soul with this arcane delight,

Volumptuous Daughter of the Night!

Eat me up wholly with the glance

Of thy luxurious brilliance!

OLYMPAS. The desert calls.

MARSYAS. Then let us go!

Or seek the sacramental snow,

Where like a high-priest I may stand

With acolytes on every hand,

The lesser peaks ___ my will withdrawn

To invoke the dayspring from the dawn,

Changing that rosy smoke of light

To a pure crystalline white;

Though the mist of mind, as draws

A dancer round her limbs the gauze,

Clothe Light, and show the virgin Sun

A lemon-pale medallion!

Thence leap we leashless to the goal,

Stainless star-rapture of the soul.

So the altar-fires fade

As the Godhead is displayed.

Nay, we stir not. Everywhere

Is our temple right appointed.

All the earth is faery fair

For us. Am I not anointed?

The Sigil burns upon the brow

At the adjuration ___ here and now.

OLYMPAS. The air is laden with perfumes.

MARSYAS. Behold! It beams ___ it burns ___ it blooms.

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OLYMPAS. Master, how subtly hast thou drawn

The daylight from the Golden Dawn,

Bidden the Cavernous Mount unfold

Its Ruby Rose, its Cross of Gold;

Until I saw, flashed from afar,

The Hawk's eye in the Silver Star!

MARSYAS. Peace to all beings. Peace to thee,

Co-heir of mine eternity!

Peace to the greatest and the least,

To nebula and nenuphar!

Light in abundance be increased

On them that dream that shadows are!

OLYMPAS. Blessing and worship to The Beast,

The prophet of the lovely Star!

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Кроули Алистер AHA!

Aleister Crowley AHA!