Occult-Magick

Aleister Crowley (October 12, 1875 - December 1, 1947)

Once again, another of Aleister Crowley's most Famous Grimoire comes to the Occult Magick Blog (after a spate of Illuminati and Extraterrestrial articles apparently obscuring the Occult Element of the blog (this is not really the case.. as the blog develops you will begin to notice the introduction of a Unifying theory that intends to bring all Scientific, Natural and Supernatural Phenomaena under one roof - The "Dharma" of the Buddha will be the instrument and the crucible to forge this Fusion, or Unification of the three "apparently" differing aspects).

For now, we shall peruse the extremely extensive (almost 300 pages) Grimoire of Frater Perdurabo (this was the Magickal name of Aleister Crowley).

About Aleister Crowley;

British Occultist Aleister Crowley, born under the Name; Edward Alexander Crowley, was perhaps the most enigmatic character of the first half of the 20th Century.
Occultist, writer, mountaineer, philosopher, poet, and mystic. He was an extremely influential member in sa number of occult organizations, and secret Societies. Including the Golden Dawn, the Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.). Crowley was prbably best renowned for his occult writings, amongst which maybe the most well known are; The Book of the Law, The Book of Thoth, 777, and the central sacred text of Thelema. He gained much notoriety during his lifetime, and was infamously dubbed "The Wickedest Man In the World."



Crowley was a Master chess player, avid mountain climber, talented poet, painter, astrologer, hedonist, bisexual, drug addict, and social critic. Crowley had claimed to be a Freemason, but the regularity of his initiations with the United Grand Lodge of England has been disputed.

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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law
MAGICK IN THEORY AND PRACTICE
by The Master Therion
Aleister Crowley - Based on the Castle Books edition of New York.

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HYMN TO PAN
Epsilon-phi-rho-iota-xi epsilon-rho-omega-tau-iota pi-epsilon-rho-iota-alpha-rho-chi-eta-sigma delta alpha-nu-epsilon-pi-tau-omicron-mu-alpha-nu iota-omega
iota-omega pi-alpha-nu pi-alpha-nu
omega -pi-alpha-nu pi-alpha-nu alpha-lambda-iota-pi-lambda-alpha-gamma-chi-tau-epsilon,
chi-upsilon-lambda-lambda-alpha-nu-iota-alpha-sigma chi-iota-omicron-nu-omicron-chi-tau-upsilon-pi-omicron-iota pi-epsilon-tau-rho-alpha-iota-alpha-sigma alpha-pi-omicron
delta-epsilon-iota- rho-alpha-delta-omicron-sigma phi-alpha-nu-eta-theta,
omega theta-epsilon-omega-nu chi-omicron-rho-omicron-pi-omicron-iota
alpha-nu-alpha-xi


SOPH. AJ.
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,



Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue {V}
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain --- come over the sea,
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man! my man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp ---
Come, O come!
I am numb

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With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
in the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne;

To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! {VI}
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!


To be continued ( i write a bit each day)



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