XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen">
XVIII
"I DREAM in strange laughterless Mazes;
I wake at the set of the sun;
All poppied the paean of praise is
That lives on the lives it has won.
And crimson grow cheeks that are ashen,
And gold gleam the locks that are gray,
For I live --- and bright blood is my passion,
Hot-veined in the heart of the day!
Aha! For the rapture that dazes!
Wine-drained as the breast of a nun
Droops the throat that my savage soul raises,
Thirsting yet for the life that is done!
Sharp as rocks where strong billows have thundered,
Calm as seas where strange tempests have run,
Strong as Death; were the Derelicts sundered
Feed the Soul without Hope, which is One.
In the Vault of the Infinite Spaces,
By the Moon of a mirrorless Sea,
I lie, while Eternity races ---
Dream-bound in the visions of me.
See poppied lips pale in the star-light,
The lustiest swoon at my breath,
Till the were-wolves howl --- ho! 'tis the far light! ---
Even so --- I caress --- it is Death!"
THE VAMPIRE (Equinox Volume I Number V)
ETHEL ARCHER.
"Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole Of The Law
An iv5 Sol 6° Aries, Luna 10° Scorpio Dies Mercurii
Another sunny day, warm. Has been cold far a bit. Still practicing the five rites fairly regularly. Reading the Equinox Volume III Number I earlier. Began with Relaxation Ritual, temple as normal, burning sandalwood. Liber XXV went extremely well, I'm beginning to perform it without concentration on the technical aspects. Liber XXXVI wend very well, aware of the hidden septum tonight. In LVX signs omitted the beginning sign of Osiris - but strangely thought this was already implied so I went on. Middle Pillar Ritual was strongly felt - I am leaning with the ebb and flow of the circulation quite naturally. Had some problem with "free" projection without the book of Thoth, in the astral temple. Once achieved with some labor (the goal was doubtless the obstacle) I passed through the western gateway into a rich field of grain. I had a scythe - so I began to cut the grain which began to bleed. I fell to my knees and lapped up the blood like a dog. Then on a low, boiling cloud a man approached, and attacked me like a vampire. I was severely weakened and fell to the ground. After resting I broke some more grain with my hands and got a little blood, and stood. The man was there - dressed in blue I realized. Several times I demanded his name presenting the pentagram of water to no avail. Then I demanded the name in the name of Elohim. He said Amel. I demanded he show himself in his true form and immediately he became an enormous blue and purple dragon. I struck his side with my sword, and he bled profusely. I caught the blood in by chalice and drank, three times with the chalice growing and becoming jeweled. I bade him farewell, sensing the time had come with these words - I must return now to the land of the living. He replied - It is we who live, you return to the land of the dying. With these words I returned to my circle. This memory was failing as I hastily write the words to etch the journey in my mind.
Love is the Law, Love under Will"
From the journals of Frater Credo Quia Absurdum