Highlights of what I think is relevant to the journey to the Ancient places.
AHA Sevenfold

                         Aleister Crowley



                         Israel Regardie

                             1 9 8 3

                      F a l c o n  P r e s s
      P h o e n i x,   A r i z o n a    8 5 0 1 2,   U.S.A.
       Copyright 1983  by  The Israel Regardie Foundation

                              A H A

        AHA!  THE Sevenfold Mystery of THE Ineffable Love;
       THE Coming of THE Lord IN THE AIR AS King AND Judge
                     OF THIS CORRUPTED World;

                         ALEISTER CROWLEY

                         URSULA GREVILLE

                 loving, generous, devoted friend
                   of many long years who, like
                  Aleister Crowley, changed the
                    entire course of my life.

                       by:   Israel Regardie

  To have chosen  so unlikely a title as  AHA!   for an almost
epic  poem  about  mysticism  must  require a strangely 
constituted mind.  And this, of course, is supremely applicable
to  Aleister Crowley, an  English  poet  born  in Leamington
in the year 1875.  As a result of many years of concentrated
study  of  comparative  religions,  mythology,  mysticism of
every  variety and  magical  practices  picked up  in remote
parts  of the world,  his mind  had developed into  a highly
intricate  mnemonic  apparatus.   One word  or  phrase would
immediately  serve  as a trigger to set into a lifelong col-
lection  of fascinating ideas.  For the most part they would
stagger  any newcomer  to his innumerable  writings.
  The world AHA!  had come to have  innumerable  meanings
for  him.   Some  were  derived from the  Qabalah which
he had studied through the Hermetic Order of the Golden
Dawn. It has a  gematria  or  numerical  value of seven,
relates  to  the  sphere of Venus  on the Tree  of Life,
and  the  element  Fire. In one Tarot document  of that
Order,  the sevens  are described  as showing  "a force,
transcending  the  material  plane,  and is like   unto
a  crown   which is indeed  powerful but requireth  one
capable of wearing it."
  Other  associations  had  their  origins in the Bible,  of
which he had long been a chosen student  -  especially the
Revelation of ST. John. This is indicated, for example, in
the subtitle  which Crowley chose  for this poem,  part of
which follows:  "The  sevenfold  mystery  of the ineffable
love:  the coming of the Lord in the Air as King and Judge
of this corrupted world . . ."  The major pitfall where he
became  trapped  was in the  assumption  that the ordinary
reader's mind  would be  equally  informed  as was his, or
that it would  function   similarly to his. Of course this
was hardly the case.
  The historical sequence of events behind the creation
of this work is fascinating. First of all, inasmuch as the
Golden Dawn  was mentioned, it should be stated  that this
Order, founded in the year 1887, was an outgrowth  of some
earlier  English  Masonic  organizations.   In  an unknown
manner,  these made  contact with some European  societies 
having possible Rosicrucian connections.  Since that time,
the Order  has exerted a greater influence  on  the growth
and dissemination of occultism than most students realize.
It's  membership  was  recruited  from  every  circle, and
included physicians, clergymen, artists and humble men and
wo8men  from all walks of life.
  As an organization, it preferred always to shroud itself
in  an  impenetrable  cloak  of  mystery. Its teaching and
methods  of  instructions  were  stringently  guarded  by
various  penalties  attached  to  the  most  awe-inspiring 
obligations in order to ensure that secrecy.  So well were
these  obligations  respected,  with  but  a  couple  of
exceptions, that for years the general public knew nothing
about  the  Order and what it stood for.  It is now common
knowledge   that  S. L.  McGregor  Mathers,  William  Wynn
Westcott,  W.  B.  Yeats,  Arthur  Machen,  A.  E.  Waite,
Florence Farr and Dion Fortune were members, together with
a good many other writers and artists.
  Crowley was initiated into this Order towards the close
of  the  year  1898.  He made rapid strides in advancement.
But the really significant event during his membership was
meeting  one  of  its   advanced adept members named Allan
Bennett.  He took the young poet under his wing, educating
him  into  the  intricacies  of  Qabalah and Magic  in all 
phases.  Allan  was  a good teacher, for the traces of his
instruction appear in almost everything that Crowley wrote.
  A revolt broke out  within the Order, splitting it wide
open.   Allen  Bennett  went  to  the  East,   adopting the
Buddhist  faith with the new name of Bhikhu Ananda Metteya.
Crowley left England to go mountain-climbing in Mexico with
Oscar Eckenstein, a famous mountain-climber of that period.
They  planned  an assault on one of the lofty peaks  of the
Himalayas .  Eckenstein  was to return  to England  to make
all  arrangements  for the climb,  since  he  was to be  in
charge of the expedition.

  Crowley,  on his way to the Himalayas, stopped off first
in Ceylon, ostensibly to meet once more his former teacher,
Allan Bennett.  However, while in Ceylon, they both settled
down  to an intense practice of  Yoga under the supervision
of Shri Parananda,  the former Solicitor General of Ceylon.
This  bout  of Yoga practice  culminated  for Crowley in an
illumination  known  as  Dhyana.
  When he came to write AHA! this Dhyana was described at
some length.  A part of that writing is:

        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.
        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."

  This man Crowley is such a paradox.  One would have
thought that having reached this stage of enlightenment,
he would have persevered further.  On the contrary,  he
discarded all yoga practices, resumed mountain climbing,
failed in the assault against a high Himalayan peak, and
returned  to  England  rather  disgusted  and  dejected.
  An artist friend of his, Gerald Kelly - who later became
president  of  the   Royal Academy - arranged  to  introduce
Crowley to his sister Rose.  She was about to get married to
a man for whom she cared little.   While discouraging her to
proceed with this marriage,  Crowley impulsively proposed to
her - and forthwith they eloped.
  Married life was a deliriously happy period of exultant
eroticism, wide travelling and a variety of expeditions and
hunting trips with his wife. Early in the year 1904, during
a safari in Ceylon, Rose became pregnant.   At once Crowley
called off the hunt and decided to return to England, stop-
ping off on the way in Cairo, mostly to avoid the inclement
weather of England. By this time, according to his own 
account, he had renounced altogether his earlier interests in
magical and yoga procedures, living for the moment the life
of an ordinary English family man.
  However, it was during their stay in Cairo that a most 
remarkable series of events occurred, Rose, who was a devoted 
and superficial socialite when Crowley first met her, 
spontaneously developed a psychic or mediumistic talent.
During this bout of psychism, she told Crowley that "They are
waiting for you."  Though he was then enamoured of his wife,
he had very little respect for her intellectual abilities or
her psychic gifts.  
Having given up magic and yoga, he was a 
confirmed sceptic and free-thinker, so he subjected her toe a 
battery of tests based on his own knowledge and former magical 
  The full account of this altogether remarkable episode has been 
narrated in full in Crowley's book The Equinox of the Gods.  I 
have also discussed this in my biographical study of him entitled 

The Eye in the Triangle (Llewellyn Publications, St. Paul, Minn. 
1969).  A long story is unnecessary here.  Suffice it to say that 
every day for three days he was instructed to sit alone in the 
living room of their Cairo apartment.  For one full hour on each 
of three successive days beginning on April 7th, a Voice dictated 
to him what was called The Book of the Law, sometimes written as 
Liber Al vel Legis.

  This document enunciated a series of new moral, religious, 
mystical and philosophical dogmas.  Some of these he was already 
familiar with and could accept without equivocation.  Many 
passages dealt with the teachings of the Golden Dawn whose rituals 
were announced as abrogate and out of touch with the dawning new 
age.  Others were so revolutionary and distasteful to him that he 
responded to this extraordinary psychic experience with a classic 
Freudian mechanism.  He buried the holograph manuscript amongst a 
host of miscellaneous materials stored in the attic of his house 
of Boleskine, Scotland, and then promptly forgot all about it.
  It is still unclear as to why he really rejected The Book of the 
Law.  True, it did praise him to the skies.  It called him a 
prophet who was a revealer of a New Aeon dawning for mankind.  
"Blessing and worship to the prophet of the lovely Star."
  A modest man might easily have been offended by this unequivocal 
aggrandisement of the ego.  But Crowley was under no circumstances 
a modest, retiring sort of creature, despite the fact that 
theoretically he realized the fallacies of an ego-oriented 
philosophy as AHA! clearly shows.

  "......... Cease to strive!
  Destroy this partial I, this moan
  Of an hurt beast! .......
  Indeed, that "I" that is not God
  Is but a lion in the road!"

  The consideration of his personal history makes it abundantly 
evident that his ego was considerably hypertrophied.  He was 
ambitious, brilliant and egotistical - and had every natural 
ability to fulfil those ambitions.

  He was intrinsically a rebel.  This characteristic had its roots 
in the fanatical religious training that was ridiculously imposed 
upon him by his parents, advocates of a sect known as the Plymouth 
Brethren.  He never fully recovered from his initial antagonism to 
their stupidity; it made him a vicious rebel against any and every 
kind of orthodox religiosity.  There is hardly a piece of his 
voluminous writing free of this sneering hostility to 
Christianity, which he was never able to differentiate from mere 

  He had a highly adventurous spirit, and loved taking chances, 
pitting himself against what appeared to be over-whelming odds.  

As a boy he had been sick and weakly.  At several of the English 
public schools to which he had been sent, he was a natural target 
of the bully.  Smouldering resentment, aided finally by the wise 
instruction of a tutor in his mid-adolescence, enabled him to 
stand up for himself and give a good account of himself. 
  I am certain it was this that turned him in the direction of 
mountain climbing and wild adventure so that he could prove to the 
world, but mainly to himself, that he was not a weak coward.  So 
he climbed the Alps, the Mexican volcanoes, the Himalayas, walked 
across the Sahara desert, hunted big game all over the world, and 
carried on extensive research and complicated experiments with 
drugs and meditation and magic.  He could hardly be called an 
insignificant person. 

  Despite this, he was a lonely man.  He knew this, and exulted in 
the solitary aspects of his life.  Later, after he found a private 
inner world through his mystical experiences, he considered 
himself Alastor, the Spirit of Solitude, the Wanderer of the 

  Yet he was an egotist.  He never shirked from the omnipresent 
urge to seek publicity, at no time caring whether it was good, bad 
or indifferent, so long as it was publicity.
  At the same time, he was a snob.  Though he sneered at the 
British landed gentry, it is clear that he yearned to have been 
one of them.  There are several references in his writing 
indicating that, though he came of upper middle-class 
trades people, a family of successful brewers in on section of 
England, he arrogated to himself the fiction of aristocracy.  He 
was not content to consider himself a peer in the higher ranks of 
the aristocracy of the spirit.
  He played at disappearing in the heart of London, assuming nom-
de-plumes that would assure secrecy or anonymity.  A good sample 
is the Count de Swareff!  Early in the century, he was involved, 
though distantly, in an attempted Spanish uprising, for which Don 
Carlos knighted him - quite meaninglessly.  When I knew crowley, 
his calling cards bore a small coronet and "Sir Aleister Crowley."

  In 1904, during his visit to Cairo, he could not register at the 
hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Aleister Crowley.  That would have been far 
too prosaic.  Instead, he chose Prince Chia Khan (pronounced Hiwa 
Khan).  He was honest enough to write that he "wanted to swagger 
about in a turban with a diamond aigrette and sweeping silken 
robes or a coat of cloth-of-gold, with a jeweled talwar by my 
side, and two gorgeous runners to clear the way for my carriage 
through the streets of Cairo .
  In defending himself, he had no hesitancy in fighting with every 
means at his disposal, even "playing dirty" when it suited him.  
This succeeded at all times, save against some of the more 
miserable journalists and muckrakers who delighted in distorting 
his every departure from the conventional norm of Victorian 
England.  there he was beaten.  Having no defenses at all against 
this vilification, he developed an iron-clad complacency as his 
character-mask to conceal his squeamishness and his outraged sense 
of hurt.
  In spite of all this, he withdrew from the world-shaking role 
depicted for him in 'The Book of the Law;' he would not accept it.
  for five years he went about his business - being a husband and 
father, a writer of many poetic works, a mountain climber of a 
second Himalayan expedition, etc.  - as if he had never been the 
recipient of a new revelation.  but slowly and as it were 
piecemeal, the praeter-human agencies behind the dictation of this 
magical document slowly wore down his stubborn resistance.  One 
seemingly accidental phenomenon after another occurred with 
dreadful frequency until at last he became willing to assume the 
mantle of prophet that had been cast upon him.
  One day, while hunting on behalf of a friend for a pair of skis 
in the attic of his house in Scotland, he suddenly fell upon the 
manuscript of 'The Book of the Law'.  He was overwhelmed.  It was 
as if this unwanted discovery in the year 1909 were the last 
straw. In a spontaneous act of wonder as well as submission, he 
fell in line.  He accepted the responsibilities that were spelled 
out in detail in this document.  One of the several results 
ensuing from this conversion-like acceptance was the writing of 

  In this lengthly poem, he attempted to tie together a number of 
loose threads in his life, as well as to affirm the supreme fact 
that he was a messenger bearing a message.  The poem described in 
great fullness and with extraordinary power and eloquence the 
mystical path in all its varieties that he was familiar with from 
a practical and experimental point of view.  The eight limbs of 
Yoga are described in a long paragraph, which incidentally has 
been used by many writers without the least bit of acknowledgement   
This paragraph begins:  

  "There are seven keys to the great gate,
  Being eight in one and one in eight ...."

And ends with:

  "....... I leave thee here;
  thou art the Master.  I revere
  Thy radiance that rolls afar,
  O Brother of the Silver Star!"

  This followed by some descriptions of the early phases of 
magical practice, particularly that called in the Golden Dawn 
"skrying in the spirit vision," which, pursued properly to its 
logical end, may lead to higher mystical states:

"The first true sights. Bright images
Throng the clear mind at first, a crowd
Of Gods, lights, armies, landscapes; loud
Reververations of the Light.

but these are dreams, things in the mind,

No rest therein. 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

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,

Rapture 15

  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 deamond
  Whirring with millions of wings!"

  This poem contains other descriptions of mystical states of 
consciousness which are unique in the annals of religious 
literature.  I have in mind particularly the account of a 
shattering experience which I believe occurred in 1906 or 1907 
during or shortly after his walk through the southern part of 
China near the present Vietnam border.  this account bears 
comparison with that of Sir Edwin Arnold's translation of' the 
Bhagavad Gita' which is called 'The Song celestial'. In that 
comparison, it may be said that Crowley's account does not come 
off a poor second. 

  "Tell me thereof!
    Oh not of this!
  Of all the flowers in God's field
  We name no 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 ...
  The infinite Lord of Light and Love
  Breaks on the soul like dawn.  See!  See!
  Great God of Might and Majesty! 
  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 (he must of studied the Sevenfold peace sermon spoken by Jesus recorded by the Essenes.)
  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."

  There is also an account, brief to be sure, but hauntingly 
beautiful, of the so-called Abramelin operation.  This celebrated 
magical retirement has its original description in 'The Book of 
the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage,' translated from the 
French many decades ago by McGregor Mathers, one of the original 
chiefs of the Order of the Golden Dawn.
  The author of this book is supposed to have been one Abraham, to 
acknowledge the receipt of his system from an Egyptian named 
Abramelin.  There is undoubtedly mythology here, but that is 
altogether unimportant.  Regardless of its origin, its date and 
its authorship, this work was found to be of value to some of the 
adepts of the Golden Dawn and many other students.  The author 
makes no impossible demands such as are found in the fraudulent 
grimoires concerning the blood of bats caught at midnight, or the 
fourth feather from the left wing of a completely black cock, or 
the stuffed eye of a virgin basilisk, and so on.
  Though perhaps some of the requirements are difficult to follow, 
there is always an excellent reason for their statement.  They are 
not intended to be subtle tests of the skill of the operator.  
Certain preliminary prescriptions and injunctions need to be 
observed, but these really amount to little more than common-sense 
counsel, to observe decency in the performance of so august an 
  For example, one should possess a house where proper precautions 
against disturbance and interference can be taken.  This having 
been arranged, there remains but little else to do.  For six 
months in privacy, the sole preoccupation is to aspire with 
increasing concentration and ardor towards the Knowledge and 
Conversation of the Holy guardian Angel.
  It was in the year 1899 that Crowley originally began this 
particular retirement.  Nothing came of it at all, because 
shortly after he started, the revolt broke out in earnest among 
the rank and file members of the Golden Dawn.  Upon hearing of 
this, Crowley immediately terminated the operation and wired 
McGregor Mathers offering his services and his fortune should they 
be needed.  Crowley found himself in the midst of a hornet's nest, 
and was blamed for a great deal for which he had no responsibility 
at all.
  After his first Himalayan debacle, returning to England somewhat 
dejected and dismayed, he met Rose Kelly and married her on the 
spur of the moment.  But it had been his intention to start the 
operation a second time. It had been on his mind for three or four 
years, in which time he had gained so much more magical and yoga 
experience as to make him realize that his first attempt in that 
direction would have resulted in failure because of a lack of 
proper preparation.  His preoccupation with his new wife was so 
complete, however, that naturally there was neither time more 
interest in anything else, including Abramelin.
  The third attempt was made during the walk across the southern 
boundaries of China.  He was accompanied by his wife and child and 
a faithful servant.  There were times when one or the other was 
ill, or some unforeseen but serious danger threatened.  Yet 
throughout a period of several months, perched on a small pony, 
this strange and intrepid coward-hero was performing a complex 
magical ceremony with ardor and enthusiasm.  In a Temple not built 
with hands, he had constructed the Abramelin environment astrally 
in his trained imagination, to follow the lines of instruction he 
had previously received while a member of the Order.

  " And at the midnight thou shalt go
  To the mid-streams' 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 ...
  He shall inform his happy lover;
  My foolish prating shall be over!"

  Foolish prating or not, the poem continues this early theme with 
that which results from sincere and patient discipline.

  "Angel, I invoke thee now!
  Bend on me the starry brow!
  Spread the eagle wings above
  The pavilion of our love! ...
  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."
  Some of the lovely phrases and sentences in these quotations 
from AHA! have been with me for many long years.

  "Lie open, a chameleon cup,
  And let Him suck thine honey up!"
and again,
  "Angel, mine Angel, draw Thee nigh!"

  These phrases, with another from an earlier mystical prose-poem 
entitle 'Liber VII vel Lapidis Lazuli," were responsible forty 
years ago for one of the premonitory religious or mystical 
experiences of my burgeoning spiritual life. 
  There are dozens more.  The aspirant who has been duly prepared 
by life, experience and study will find his own cues to serve as 
catalysts of the inner life.  Each reader is bound to discover his 
own individual set of stimuli.  They are there for the finding.

  The act of spiritual submission and acceptance was followed 
immediately, not really by the writing of AHA! but by a trip to 
the Sahara Desert with a disciple who acted as scribe.  During 
that solitary walk, Crowley would invoke every day, one of the 
Aethyrs, an intrinsic part of the Enochian system of magic.  Queen 
Elizabeth's astrologer, Dr. John Dee, had developed this system in 
collaboration with a notorious alchemist, Sir Edward Kelly.  But 
the Golden Dawn had taken over their crude and rudimentary system 
and, with its customary genius, had transformed it into a 
fantastically superb system which systematized and synthesized 
every single component of its teaching.
  After invoking the angels of the Aethyr, Crowley would then 
enter a semi-trance, dictating what he heard and saw to his 
disciple, Victor Neuburg, who would record it all.  this record 
later became 'The Vision and The Voice,' a most remarkable 
spiritual document.  It is important to mention it here, however, 
because in the course of these daily invocations and apocalyptic 
visions, 'The Book of the Law' was referred to again and again.  
They confirmed his act of submission, and directed his attention 
to the task confronting him. 
The 5 Vees a Major conjunction in the research discovered (sevens insert 25th Oct 07)

 It must have been about a year or so following this desert 
experience that he set to work on the poetic clarification of what 
he finally stood for.  
There are some references to the Sahara 
episode in this poem, since it resulted in his second crossing of 
the Abyss, the critical event in his spiritual life.  It was then 
that he chose the magical motto of V.V.V.V.V., which I familiarly 
call five Vees.  
The Dalamatia Vees   vvvvv
Jesus Tomb and the 5 Vees that leads to the Mars Vees
Dalamatia City 

  This critical event in the spiritual life is not the "sweet and 
light" phenomenon many amateur mystics would have us believe.  
Even Dr. Carl G. Jung somewhere in his writing asserts that coming 
to know God may be fraught with horror and terror before man will 
let go of his ego.  It is accompanied by a "coming apart at the 
seams" of the mind.
  All mystics of every age have described in various ways this 
major disintegration, purgation or submission of the soul prior to 
its confrontation with God in acquisition of cosmic consciousness.  
Nowhere is it described so eloquently as the species of insanity 
that it is as in our present poem.

  "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 me.  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! ...."

  It is only after the delineation of this crossing that he 
proceeded to instruction in basic techniques, and finally to 
expound the law as laid down in 'Liber Legis.'

  "Do what thou wilt! is the sole word
  Of Law that my attainment heard."

  Here is given the central core of the 1904 revelation and to 
which he devoted, in one way or another, the remaining years of 
his life.

  "Arise, and set a period 
  Unto Restriction! That is sin:
  To hold thine holy spirit in !"

  The rest of the epic deals with transcriptions and descriptions 
of parts of the three chapters of that devastating Book.
  The format of the poem consists of a dialogue between a teacher 
Marsyas and his pupil, Olympas.  Crowley provides a brief 
description of his intent in a preliminary survey of the poem 
called "The Argumentation." He opens this by stating:

  "A little before Dawn, the pupil comes to greet his Master, and 
begs instruction."

  In passing, I ought to make note that in 1932, when I wrote 'The 
Tree of Life ( Weiser Inc., New York, 1969 ) - which expressed my 
comprehension of Crowley's magic up to that time - the dedication 
was "To Marsyas, with poignant memory of what might have been."  
In the course of the past three or four decades, I have met no one 
who had the least inkling of the meaning of the dedication, which 
simply means that this lovely poetic saga of Crowley's own 
odyssey, to be found in Equinox III,was known to pitifully few 
people.  Actually it expressed sadness and regret on my part that 
Crowley had not strictly attended to the magical training that was 
promised me in 1928 when I had joined him in Paris.  An easing of 
that disappointment came later, when I realized that he was 
temporarily in a state of what could be called spiritual pralaya 
and some psycho-social disorganization resulting from the stresses 
and strains of the previous years which included Mussolini 
expelling him from Italy, ostensibly because of Masonic 
  However - to return to our poem.  The dialogue form of 
exposition does present some minor technical difficulties.  I 
cannot say that this particular format is the most adequate for 
the purpose he had in mind.  Nonetheless, these difficulties were 
dealt with and overcome; they comprise minor criticism and more 
insignificant defects. 
  The main body of the work is superb, including some powerful and 
magnificent poetry which needs to be preserved for posterity to 
whom, I hope, it will be as meaningful and inspirational as it has 
to me. 
                                        Israel Regardie
August 22, 1969
Studio City, Calif.      

                        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 
  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 
to the new element. Egoism rebuked.
  The Master, to illustrate this Destruction of the Ego, describes 
the Visions of Dhyana.  (some other research on the Visions of Dhyana do a page search to find the myth)
  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.  More over, 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 necessity to surmount Reason, as Reason has surmounted 
  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 
  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 
  The sheaths of the soul.  The abandonment of all is necessary; 
the adept recalls his own tortures, as all that he loved was torn 
  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 
  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 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 
  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 
recognize 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 
  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!


OLYMPAS. Master, ere the ruby Dawn
         Gild the dew of leaf and lawn,
         Bidding the petals to unclose
         Of heaven's imperishable rose,
         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!
OLYMPASThou 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 foregone,
         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.
OLYMPAS. 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.
MARSYAS.     But the mind, that mothers mists,
         Abides not there.  The adept must fall
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 beleaguered 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?

"The first 
true sights. Bright images
Throng the clear mind at first, a crowd
Of Gods, lights, armies, landscapes; loud
Reververations of the Light.

but these are dreams, things in the mind,

No rest therein. 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

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, (again sounds similar to the Burach two parts Seven, Seven)

         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 accursed man
         Of whom they are the iniquities1

         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?
NARSYAS.                        It is.
OLYMPAS. Tell me Thereof!

MARSYAS.                  O not of this1
         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
         O 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-bud!  Ever new
         Leaps the next petal to the view.
         What binds them but 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 hast 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 too 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 comes 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 naneless 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 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 better 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 men, their lives to madden
         With the intoxicating bliss
         (Wine mixed with myrrh and ambergris!)
         O 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 alone1
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, if 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.

Could this be a physical representation of the eight to one and one to eight as we see in the following Mahakala
In the left symbol on the above note the triangle and the circles below.  
The 8 to 1, 1 to 8
The Vees

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 tease 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! (metaphor for the translation fires)
         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 fore head shall be diademed
         With the faint light of stars, wherein
         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 destines?
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 then 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 winged 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 the 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 to me who love thee.
         Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on
(AEon and rapture)

         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.
MARSYAS.                                     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!
(the return)

MARSYAS. I am yet borne on those blue wings
         Into the Essence of the All.
         Now, now I stand on earth again,
         Though, blazing though 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! (not to respond)

         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.  I am drunkenness
         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 hugh 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-  (this last bit sounded a bit off?)

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! (is that like Burach where two parts seven = seven found in Baruch and judgment.)
         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 up!
         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.
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, jagged, clad in mist1
         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 ne 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,
         Voluptuous 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 an 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.
*           *           *           *           *
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 eternity1
         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!   
more thoughts       

From a personal prospective I thought that was interesting but I did feel a little uncomfortable about the association with the Beast under its current understanding, To me it implies a connection to the last rebel.  However looking at it without fear from the Jesus prospective we can use many truth fragments that does emanate from this piece of work that can be used in connection to the journey of the ancient places.

Without pride or prejudice I did find many parallels and connections that seem to reflect the journey and the Sevenfold aha.  I was intrigued especially about the 5 Vs and the physical connection we see in the Dalamatia V's.

I think Aleister Crowley was spot on in many fragments in this journey that does relate to Father in the "Kingdom of Heaven".  All relevant information can be used for his purpose in connection to truth.  To be fair there are many things that I was impressed with in the highlight and I do feel in many cases he was connected.  Still thinking about it.  All I know what "The Kingdom of Heaven" proposes in there connection to mankind requires no ritual of membership, its free to all.

Dalamatia City

Everything has to come out and if there are fragments of truth relating the final mystery here, it must dug out.  Understand Aleisters Crowley's ideas do evolve out of the Kabala in his research and personal experience.   Therefore his work is related to the Jewish mysticism as its root source.  Because he was of unorthodox raiment in his research he was adjudged by the Christian church as worshipper of the last rebel.  I wonder whether they researched his information fully in a wider sense of understanding.

Aleister's Crowley's is also the author of the Book of Toth which contains many many connections that I can see  in the journey.  I have always found the book fascinating which in my mind contains major connections to the Seven pattern and keys of the end times.

I checked on the net for the research on Crowley.  Here some links (other people research where I feel I see other connections relating to transition.


Here is a fragment

The Legend of Pasiphae is also interpreted at the beginning of the 16th Aethyr of The Vision and the Voice, where we begin to understand its relevance:

“There are faint and flickering images in a misty landscape, all very transient. But the general impression is of a moonrise at midnight, and a crowned virgin riding upon a bull.

And they come up into the surface of the stone. And she is singing a chant of praise:

Glory unto him that hath taken upon himself the image of toil. For by his labour is my labour accomplished. For I, being a woman, lust ever to mate myself with some beast. And this is the salvation of the world, that always I am deceived by some god, and that my child is the guardian of the labyrinth that hath two-and-seventy paths.”5

The above reads a little strange, but curiously reflective of the journey, the labyrinth, as in the submerged cities, The Stone, the artifact, the Seven commands and the recovery of them and the transition.  Not to mention the work and the labor to dig out the final mystery and its various components


Another curious reflective element in the research, a fragment from the above link


“The seers in the early days of the Aeon of Osiris foresaw the Manifestation of this coming Aeon in which we now live, and they regarded it with intense horror and fear, not understanding the procession of the Aeons, and regarding every change as catastrophe.

This is the real interpretation of, and the reason for, the diatribes against the Beast and the Scarlet Woman in the XIII, XVII and XVIII-th chapters of the Apocalypse; but on the Tree of Life, that path of Gimel, the Moon, descending from the highest, cuts the path of Teth, Leo, the house of the Sun, so that the Woman in the card may be regarded as a form of the Moon, very fully illuminated by the Sun, and intimately united with him in such wise as to produce, incarnate in human form, the representative or representatives of the Lord of the Aeon.”7.

And now look at the dates of Leo the house of the Sun

The Sun passes through Leo from mid-August to mid-September. ... In astrology, the dates for Leo are between about 23 July and 22 August (see precession). ..


And now consider the Birthdate of Jesus is the 21st August 07 BC is within the dates of Leo the house of the Sun as in the above and is the new anchor point that leads to the 8,9,10th October period.

and Baruch on the 21st August

Here are some more links

About the Thelema



Summary Overview:

The Law of Thelema was revealed to the world by a praeterhuman Intelligence calling himself Aiwass in Cairo, Egypt in March and April, 1904 e.v. Aiwass appeared first to Rose Edith Kelly nee Crowley, in an altered state of consciousness (ASC), and subsequently to the British poet and magical adept, Aleister Crowley (born in Leamington, England on October 12, 1875 e.v.).
Aiwass proceeded to demonstrate his objective existence independently of the psyches of both Crowley and Rose, by leading them to the stele of Ankh-af-na-khonsu, a Theban Egyptian priest of the 8th century B.C.E., in the Boulak Museum, where they had never been. He then dictated a sacred text to Crowley called the Book of the Law.


For five years thereafter Crowley resisted the Law of Thelema and the mission of Thelemic prophet laid upon him by Aiwass, regarding the Cairo Working, as it is called, as an "astral vision" (i.e., a purely imaginative – but not "imaginary" – experience).


However, Crowley’s subsequent attainment of the grade of Master of the Temple in the Supreme College of the Great White Brotherhood resulted in his acceptance of the Law of Thelema and of his own prophetic role as described in the Book of the Law. Crowley proclaimed himself as the prophet of a new eon for humanity for the first time in his long mystical poem, Aha! (1909), which has been compared in beauty and profundity to the Bhagavad-Gita. Thereafter he signed his correspondence and formal instructions with the two main slogans of the Book of the Law, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law” and “Love is the law, love under will.”


and another fragment


During this dictation Crowley "saw" Aiwass, who appeared as an Assyrian or Persian aristocrat with veiled eyes. Crowley also stated that Aiwass’ English was devoid of any accent.

another interesting fragment


On 26 December, 1993, no less an organ of the fourth estate, "The Economist" published the following under the heading, "The Good Network Guide":

"Beyond all these networks lies the mother of all networks, the Order of the Illuminati, known to some as the True Rulers of the World. Its age will remain uncertain until the story of the last days of Atlantis is better known. Though this secret body has hovered unseen over all history, its most public flowering was in the Enlightenment. Adam Weishaupt, a former Jesuit (who provided much of the inspiration for Shelley’s Frankenstein) revealed its purpose and system of mutual surveillance to the world on May 1st 1776. Since then the order has taken a keen interest in another newborn of that year. It is significant that many American presidents have been Illuminati; and the Illuminati symbol of the eye in the pyramid still graces the dollar bill.

"The conspiracy is immense and terrifying, stretching from Hassan-i-Sabbah, 11th century Assassin, to Ian Fleming (who caricatured the order as "SPECTRE"). It is the network of those who run networks. Given its power, you should assume that anyone writing about the order must be either lying or part of a conspiracy to confound you. In wondering about the Illuminati, merely remember this. You have never arrived."

(Note the motto of the Assassins: "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted")


another fragment


The Book of the Law

Crowley is not an aberration. He is part of an historical process which
has yet to reach its climax. The ruling spirits of this world relayed the primary plank of their program to Crowley, and this is contained in The Book of the Law. For human beings, the real struggle is not against each other, but against the evil cosmic powers which govern this dark age. Crowley was their medium, but on several occasions as he wrote down The Book of the Law, Aiwass chastised Crowley for being concerned about what he was writing.

As part of my own spiritual journey as a Christian, I eventually found myself looking into Crowley. It took sometime before I recognized that The Book of the Law was such an important work. I am not writing this article to make the facts fit in with my world-view. What I found is that The Book of the Law has been fulfilled to a large degree, and that its contents tie in strongly with the Revelation. Just as Jesus sent his angel to reveal future events to John, so did Satan send a spirit being, Aiwass, to Crowley. Both works are eschatological (the doctrine of last or final things).

The Book of the Law says that the god of war and vengeance, Ra-Hoor-Khu-It (Horus), is now positioned on his seat of power. His human incarnation will occur, and he will be in the form of a child, the False Prophet or Antichrist. He is the offspring of the union of  Hadit (Satan) and Nuit (Babylon).This union and its "fruit" is referred to in Revelation chapter 13. The Book of the Law tells us that Satan is the coiled serpent, and he is about to spring. Christians will be put to death.
Through war and chaos, the goddess (Nuit/Babylon) will be placed in a position to be worshipped, and her offspring, the child, will be mightier than all the kings of the earth, although one of these rich "kings" will finance him.


1.  Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
2.  Love is the law, love under will
3.  Every man and every woman is a star


Digging a little further we see this remarkable link that links the words of Jack Parsons founder of JPL  to the Beast 666


Bizarre to say the least

Parsons continued with his magickal operations for the remainder of the forties, and in 1949 wrote in The Manifesto of the Antichrist:

Apparently Ron L Hubbard was associated with Crowley and Parsons and practiced the varies rituals and challenging. 

Seems like a dark side and connection in the history of this relationship.

Oh well this is detective work.

Here is some other bizarre information


The Origins of Vampirism 

Some of the earliest evidence of Ritual Vampirism comes from Tartaria in Transylvania and stems to the fifth millennium BC. Remains of a human body were found buried in a fire pit along with clay tablets upon which were inscribed the names of the ’Sumerian’ god Enki and the ranking number of Father Anu. The language was subsequently termed ’proto-Sumerian’ and represented some of the earliest written artifacts yet to be found.

The descendants of these early vampires were the Sacred Ubaid Race who, one millennium later, settled Mesopotamia and founded the Anunnaki religion of the Sumerians in 3500 BC. Their Transylvanian ancestors were the Anunnaki Gods themselves.

Various suggestions have been proposed in an attempt to explain the origin and meaning of the word vampire. One recent suggestion was that it was applied to
a group of ’Watchers’ (Seers - Derkesthai: Dragons) who had occupied a settlement near "lake Van", in Urartu - Armenia. The original location - Greater Scythia - is faultless, the association is without error but the etymology is unresearched and the philology is completely absent.

Although that author’s suggested identification between Watchers and Vampires is absolutely correct, the word vampire does not in any sense relate to their former geographical location or origin but, as we shall see, rather to the vampires’ social and spiritual identity and status within a given cultural framework, which in this instance was
Scythian, overlaid on Celtic.

another fragment

The Scythians
Throughout this discourse it must be borne in mind that when we speak of the Scythians as ’fairies’, ’dragons’, ’vampires’ or ’elves’, we are not talking about either the client races of the Scythians, or the ordinary Scythian citizenry, but of ’Royal Scythians’.

As we have discovered, the vampire - as a "witch" - belonged by genetic inheritance, to a distinct royal caste in Scythian-Celtic society, that of the priest-king or priestess-queen, the prince and princess-druids who had evolved very early on in human social history and who belonged to a Eurasian-wide hereditary priestly community which had originated with the Scythian-Aryans. The name Scythian was originally spelt Sithian in 16th century England, and it is from this tribal name that we obtain the word scythe, denoting a curved bladed agricultural tool, so named because of its similarity in shape to the Scythian sword.

The Scythians weren’t however named after their use of a curved sword. The name Sithian is related to a group of words that appear in Indo-European languages which are found as far apart as Eire and Northern India, indicating that they had a common Aryan origin in Scythia. These include -
Sithia, Sidhe, Siddir and Siddhi.

In Cymric ’dd’ is pronounced ’th’, whilst in Irish and Scots the ’th’ is spelt dialectically ’dh’ whilst the ’s’ beginning a word is pronounced ’sh’. As we have related, the Siddir in Danish society were witches who practiced the art of knot tying and loosening.

These Siddir were directly related to the mythic Norns, the Mori or Fates who were said to be responsible for the fate of mankind by the patterns that they wove in the way that they tied and loosened the knots of the Web of Wyrd. The Siddirs, as well as being seers, could control such power as to influence the outcome of human affairs and in this respect their name reflects their abilities which, in India, were called the Siddhis, a word used to describe the powers of the Yogi who had self-realized.

The curious Irish word - Sidhe - pronounced ’shee’, ’sheeth’ or ’sheeth-ay’, attributed to the fairies and meaning ’powers’, is therefore identical to Siddir (sheeth-eer) and Siddhi (sheeth-ee) and is derived therefore, from the people of the powers - the Scythians or Sidheans (sheethee-ans). In Scotland the royal fairies were called the Seelie or Sheelie and their princesses were related to the sculpted Sheelagh Na Gigs over church doorways, who do NOT depict ancient goddesses of fertility, but were the royal Grail Maidens of the Elven kings and queens.

The Sheelagh na Gigs were goddesses of sovereignty and transcendence, and their place over the doorways of churches, many of which were built on the sites of ancient sacred groves, indicated that in entering these buildings one was entering through the vulva of the maiden into the otherworld, the realm of Elphame and the Kingdom of Heaven.

They were permitted above church doorways because the early church itself wanted to be identified with the old ways, firstly because it was in fact, at least in the beginning, part of the old ways and later, when catholicism took over, the Sheelaghs remained in place - in order to attract and convert "pagans"


so further down the research we find this

In the west we call it magic but, as we have seen, it was also known as the Sidhe. Kaula Tantra is dedicated to the Goddess Kali who is associated with both creation and destruction in the Hindu pantheon. Kali is a lunar deity who, like Tantra itself, moved east from Sumeria. As a moon goddess she is associated particularly with moon blood and the essences of the female organs of generation

I just wonder if Kali is representative of Caligastia, the fallen planetary prince in the Urantia Book?

Lilith and Samael (fallen Son) is also found in the Book of Enoch


Here is another link to research to other papers.



Isis’ figure is infinity or the number 8, which was often drawn as the double axe-head figure found in Knossos or Cnossos, a name derived itself from the Greek root word gno or gno, which also renders gnome, gnomen (judgment) and gnosis or wisdom from whence derives (self) knowledge.

Here is a recent post with some calculation including Crowleys thoughts including others.  There maybe an conjunction of prophecy which points to a date.