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"I will try to do so," said Eliphas; "but if I come shall I ask the porter for Mille. de la Merliere?" "Do not do so," said she; "I am not know under that name; ask for Mme. Dutruck." "Dutruck, certainly, madam; I present my humble compliments." And they separated. The trial of the assassin began, and Eliphas, reading in the newspapers that the man was a priest, that he had belonged to the clergy of St. Germain l'Auxerrois, that he had been a country vicar, and that he seemed exalted to the point of madness, recalled the pale priest who, a year earlier, had been looking for the "grimoire" of Honorius. But the description which the public sheets gave of the criminal disagreed with the recollection of the Professor of Magic. In fact, the majority of the papers said that he had black hair. ... "It is not he, then," thought Eliphas. "However, I still keep in my ear and in my memory the word which would now be explained for me by this great crime: 'You will soon learn something. Before a little, you will hear speak of me.'" The trial took place with all the frightful vicissitudes with which every one is familiar, and the accused was condemned to death. The next day, Eliphas read in a legal newspaper the account of this unheard-of scene in the annals of justice, but a cloud passed over his eyes when he came to the description of the accused: "He is blond." {174} "It must be he," said the Professor of Magic. Some days afterwards, a person who had been able to sketch the convict during the trial, showed it to Eliphas. "Let me copy this drawing," said he, all trembling with fear. He made the copy, and took it to his friend Desbarrolles, of whom he asked, without other explanation: "Do you know this head?" "Yes," said Desbarrolles energetically. "Wait a moment: yes, it is the mysterious priest whom we saw at Mme. A------'s, and who wanted to make magical evocations." "Oh, well, my friend, you confirm me in my sad conviction. The man we saw, we shall never see again; the hand which you examined has become a bloody hand. We have heard speak of him, as he told us we should; that pale priest, do you know what was his name?" "Oh, my God!" said Desbarolles, changing colour, "I am afraid to know it!" "Well, you know it: it was the wretch Louis Verger!" Some weeks after what we have just recorded, Eliphas Levi was talking with a bookseller whose specialty was to make a collection of old books concerning the occult sciences. They were talking of the "grimoire" of Honorius. "Now-a-days, it is impossible to find it," said the merchant. "The last that I had in my hands I sold to a priest for a hundred francs." "A young priest? And do you remember what he looked like?" "Oh, perfectly, but you ought to know him well yourself, {175} for he told me he had seen you, and it is I who sent him to you." No more doubt, then; the unhappy priest had found the fatal "grimoire," he had done the evocation, and prepared himself for the murder by a series of sacrileges. For this is in what the infernal evocations consist, according to the "grimoire" of Honorius:<> "Choose a black cock, and give him the name of the spirit of darkness which one wishes to evoke. "Kill the cock, and keep its heart, its tongue, and the first feather of its left wing. "Dry the tongue and the heart, and reduce them to powder. "Eat no meat and drink no wine, that day. "On Tuesday, at dawn, say a mass of the angels. "Trace upon the altar itself, with the feather of the cock dipped in the consecrated wine, certain diabolical signatures (those of Mr. Home's pencil, and the bloody hosts of Vintras). "On Wednesday, prepare a taper of yellow wax; rise at midnight, and alone, in the church, begin the office of the dead. "Mingle with this office infernal evocations. "Finish the office by the light of a single taper, extinguish it immediately, and remain without light in the church thus profaned until sunrise. "On Thursday, mingle with the consecrated water the powder of the tongue and heart of the black cock, and let the whole be swallowed by a male lamb of nine days old. ..." {176} The hand refuses to write the rest. It is a mixture of brutalizing practices and revolting crimes, so constituted as to kill for evermore judgment and conscience.<> But in order to communicate with the phantom of absolute evil, to realize that phantom to the point of seeing and touching it, is it not necessary to be without conscience and without judgment? There is doubtless the secret of this incredible perversity, of this murderous fury, of this unwholesome hate against all order, all ministry, all hierarchy, of this fury, above all, against the dogma which sanctifies peace, obedience, gentleness, purity, under so touching an emblem as that of a mother. This wretch thought himself sure not to die. The Emperor, thought he, would be obliged to pardon him; an honourable exile awaited him; his crime would give him an enormous celebrity; his reveries would be bought for their weight in gold by the booksellers. He would become immensely rich, attract the notice of a great lady, and marry beyond the seas. It is by such promises that the phantom of the devil, long ago, lured Gilles de Laval, Seigneur of Retz, and made him wade from crime to crime. A man capable of evoking the devil, according to the rites of the "grimoire" of Honorius, has gone so far upon the road of evil that he is disposed to all kinds of hallucinations, and all lies. So, Verger slept in blood, to dream of I know not what abominable pantheon; and he awoke upon the scaffold. But the aberrations of perversity do not constitute an insanity; the execution of this wretch proved it. {177} One knows what desperate resistance he made to his executioners. "It is treason," said he; "I cannot die so! Only one hour, an hour to write to the Emperor! The Emperor is bound to save me." Who, then, was betraying him? Who, then, had promised him life? Who, then, had assured him beforehand of a clemency which was impossible, because it would revolt the conscience of the public? Ask all that of the "grimoire" of Honorius! Two incidents in this tragic story bear upon the phenomena produced by Mr. Home: the noise of the storm heard by the wicked priest in his early evocations, and the difficulty which he found in expressing his real thought in the presence of Eliphas Levi. One may also comment upon the apparition of the sinister man taking pleasure in the public grief, and uttering an indeed infernal word in the midst of the consternation of the crowd, an apparition only noticed by the ecstatic of La Salette, the too celebrated Mlle. de La Merliere, who has the air after all of a worthy individual, but very excitable, and perhaps capable of acting and speaking without knowing it herself, under the influence of a sort of ascetic sleep-waking. This word "sleep-waking" brings us back to Mr. Home, and our anecdotes have not made us forget what the title of this work promised to our readers. We ought, then, to tell them what Mr. Home is. We keep our promise. "Mr. Home is an invalid suffering from a contagious sleep-waking." {178} This is an assertion. It remains to us to give an explanation and a demonstration. That explanation and demonstration, in order to be complete, demand a work sufficient to fill a book. That book has been written, and we shall publish it shortly. Here is the title: "The Reason of Miracles, or the Devil at the Tribunal of Science."<> "Why the devil?" Because we have demonstrated by facts what Mr. de Mirville had, before us, incompletely set forth. We say "incompletely"; because the devil is, for Mr. de Mirville, a fantastic personage, while for us, it is the misuse of a natural force. A medium once said: "Hell is not a place, it is a state." We shall be able to add: "The devil is not a person or a force; it is a vice, and in consequence, a weakness." Let us return for a moment to the study of phenomena! Mediums are, in general, of poor health and narrow limitations. They can accomplish nothing extraordinary in the presence of calm and educated persons. One must be accustomed to them before seeing or feeling anything. The phenomena are not identical for all present. For example, where one will see a hand, another will perceive nothing but a whitish smoke. {179} Persons impressed by the magnetism of Mr. Home feel a sort of indisposition; it seems to them that the room turns round, and the temperature seems to them to grow rapidly lower. The miracles are more successful in the presence of a few people chosen by the medium himself. In a meeting of several persons, it may be that all will see the miracles --- with the exception of one, who will see absolutely nothing. Among the persons who do see, all do not see the same thing. Thus, for example: One evening, at Mme. de V------'s, the medium made appear a child which that lady had lost. Mme. de B------ alone saw the child; Count de M------ saw a little whitish vapour, in the shape of a pyramid; the others saw nothing. Everybody knows that certain substances, hashish, for example, intoxicate without taking away the use of reason, and cause to be seen with an astonishing vividness things which do not exist. A great part of the phenomena of Mr. Home belong to a natural influence similar to that of hashish. This is the reason why the medium refuses to operate except before a small number of persons chosen by himself. The rest of these phenomena should be attributed to magnetic power. To see anything at Mr. Home's "seances" is not a reassuring index of the health of him who sees. And even if his health should be in other ways excellent, {180} the vision indicates a transitory perturbation of the nervous apparatus in its relation to imagination and light. If this perturbation were frequently repeated, he would become seriously ill. Who knows how many collapses, attacks of tetanus, insanities, violent deaths, the mania of table-turning has already produced? These phenomena become particularly terrible when perversity takes possession of them. It is then that one can really affirm the intervention and the presence of the spirit of evil. Perversity or fatality, these pretended miracles obey one of these two powers. As to qabalistic writings and mysterious signatures, we shall say that they reproduce themselves by the magnetic intuition of the mirages of thought in the universal vital fluid. These instinctive reflections may be produced if the magic Word has nothing arbitrary in it, and if the signs of the occult sanctuary are the natural expressions of absolute ideas. It is this which we shall demonstrate in our book. But, in order not to send back our readers from the unknown to the future, we shall detach beforehand two chapters of that unpublished work, one upon the qabalistic Word, the other upon the secrets of the Qabalah, and we shall draw conclusions which will compete in a manner satisfactory to all the explanation which we have promised in the matter of Mr. Home. There exists a power which generates forms; this power is light. {181} Light creates forms in accordance with the laws of eternal mathematics, by the universal equilibrium of light and shadow. The primitive signs of thought trace themselves by themselves in the light, which is the material instrument of thought. God is the soul of light. The universal and infinite light is for us, as it were, the body of god. The Qabalah, or transcendental magic, is the science of light. Light corresponds to life. The kingdom of shadows is death. All the dogmas of true religion are written in the Qabalah in characters of light upon a page of shadow. The page of shadows consists of blind beliefs. Light is the great plastic medium. The alliance of the soul and the body is a marriage of light and shadow. Light is the instrument of the Word, it is the white writing of God upon the great book of night. Light is the source of thought, and it is in it that one must seek for the origin of all religious dogma. But there is only one true dogma, as there is only one pure light; shadow alone is infinitely varied. Light, shadow, and their harmony, which is the vision of beings, form the principle analogous to the great dogmas of Trinity, of Incarnation, and of Redemption. Such is also the mystery of the cross. It will be easy for us to prove this by an appeal to religious monuments, by the signs of the primitive Word, by {182} those books which contain the secrets of the Qabalah, and finally by the reasoned explanation of all the mysteries by the means of the keys of qabalistic magic. In all symbolisms, in fact, we find ideas of antagonism and of harmony producing a trinitarian notion in the conception of divinity, following which the mythological personification of the four cardinal points of heaven completes the sacred septenary, the base of all dogmas and of all rites. In order to convince oneself of it, it is sufficient to read again and meditate upon the learned work of Dupuis, who would be a great qabalist if he had seen a harmony of truths where his negative preoccupations only permitted him to see a concert of errors. It is not here our business to repeat his work, which everybody knows; but it is important to prove that the religious reform brought about by Moses was altogether qabalistic, that Christianity, in instituting a new dogma, has simply come nearer to the primitive sources of the teachings of Moses, and that the Gospel is no more than a transparent veil thrown upon the universal and natural mysteries of oriental initiation. A distinguished but little known man of learning, Mr. P. Lacour, in his book on the Elohim or Mosaic God, has thrown a great light on that question, and has rediscovered in the symbols of Egypt all the allegorical figures of Genesis. More recently, another courageous student of vast erudition, Mr. Vincent (de l'Yonne), has published a treatise upon idolatry among both the ancients and the moderns, in which he raises the veil of universal mythology. We invite conscientious students to read these various {183} works, and we confine ourselves to the special study of the Qabalah among the Hebrews. The Logos, or the word, being according to the initiates of that science the complete revelation, the principles of the holy Qabalah ought to be found reunited in the signs themselves of which the primitive alphabet is composed. Now, this is what we find in all Hebrew grammars.<> There is a fundamental and universal letter which generates all the others. It is the IOD. There are two other mother letters, opposed and analogous among themselves;,the ALEPH HB:Aleph and the MEM HB:Mem , according to others the SCHIN HB:Shin . There are seven double letters, the BETH HB:Bet , the GIMEL HB:Gemel , the DALETH HB:Dalet , the KAPH HB:Koph , the PE HB:Peh , the RESH HB:Resh , and the TAU HB:Taw . Finally, there are twelve simple letters; in all twenty-two. The unity is represented, in a relative manner, by the ALEPH; the ternary is figured either by IOD, MEM, SCHIN, or by ALEPH, MEM, SCHIN. The septenary, by BETH, GIMEL, DALETH, KAPH, PE, RESH, TAU. The duodenary, by the other letters. The duodenary is the ternary multiplied by four; and it reenters thus into the symbolism of the septenary. Each letter represents a number: each assemblage of letters, a series of numbers. {184} The numbers represent absolute philosophical ideas. The letters are shorthand hieroglyphs. Let us see now the hieroglyphic and philosophical significations of each of the twenty-two letters ("vide" Bellarmin, Reuchlin, Saint-Jerome, Kabala denudata, Sepher Yetzirah, Technica curiosa of Father Schott, Picus de Mirandola, and other authors, especially those of the collection of Pistorius). THE MOTHERS The IOD. --- The absolute principle, the productive being. The MEM. --- Spirit, or the Jakin of Solomon. The SCHIN. --- Matter, or the column called Boaz. THE DOUBLE LETTERS BETH. Reflection, thought, the moon, the Angel Gabriel, Prince of mysteries. GIMEL. Love, will, Venus, the Angel Anael, Prince of life and death. DALETH. Force, power, Jupiter, Sachiel, Melech, King of kings. KAPH. Violence, strife, work, Mars, Samael Zebaoth, Prince of Phalanges. PE. Eloquence, intelligence, Mercury, Raphael, Prince of sciences. RESH. Destruction and regeneration, Time, Saturn, Cassiel, King of tombs and of solitude. TAU. Truth, light, the Sun, Michael, King of the Elohim. {185} THE SIMPLE LETTERS The simple letters are divided into four triplicities, having for titles the four letters of the divine tetragam Yod-Heh-Vau-Heh. In the divine tetragram, the IOD, as we have just said, symbolizes the productive and active principle. --- The HE HB:Heh represents the passive productive principle, the CTEIS. --- The VAU symbolizes the union of the two, or the lingam, and the final HE is the image of the second reproductive principle; that is to say, of the passive reproduction in the world of effects and forms. The twelve simple letters, HB:Qof HB:Tzaddi HB:Ayin HB:Samekh HB:Nun HB:Lamed HB:Tet HB:Chet HB:Zain HB:Vau HB:Heh and HB:Yod or HB:Mem , divided into threes, reproduce the notion of the primitive triangle, with the interpretation, and under the influence, of each of the letters of the tetragram. One sees that the philosophy and the religious dogma of the Qabalah are there indicated in a complete but veiled manner. Let us now investigate the allegories of Genesis. "In the beginning (IOD the unity of being,) Elohim, the equilibrated forces (Jakin and Boaz), created the heaven (spirit) and the earth (matter), or in other words, good and evil, affirmation and negation." Thus begins the Mosaic account of creation. Then, when it comes to giving a place to man, and a sanctuary to his alliance with divinity, Moses speaks of a garden, in the midst of which a single fountain branched into four rivers (the IOD and the TETRAGRAM), and then of two trees, one of life, and the other of death, planted near the river. There are placed the man and the woman, the active and the {186} passive; the woman sympathizes with death, and draws Adam with her in her fall. They are then driven out from the sanctuary of truth, and a kerub (a bull-headed sphinx, "vide" the hieroglyphs of Assyria, of India and of Egypt) is placed at the gate of the garden of truth in order to prevent the profane from destroying the tree of life. Here we have mysterious dogma, with all its allegories and its terrors, replacing the simplicity of truth. The idol has replaced God, and fallen humanity will not delay to give itself up to the worship of the golden calf. The mystery of the necessary and successive reactions of the two principles on each other is indicated subsequently by the allegory of Cain and Abel. Force avenges itself by oppression for the seduction of weakness; martyred weakness expiates and intercedes for force when it is condemned for its crime to branding remorse. Thus is revealed the equilibrium of the moral world; here is the basis of all the prophecies, and the fulcrum of all intelligent political thought. To abandon a force to its own excesses is to condemn it to suicide. Dupuis failed to understand the universal religious dogma of the Qabalah, because he had not the science of the beautiful hypothesis, partly demonstrated and realized more from day to day by the discoveries of science: I refer to "universal analogy." Deprived of this key of transcendental dogma, he could see no more of the gods than the sun, the seven planets, and the twelve signs of the zodiac; but he did not see in the sun the image of the Logos of Plato, in the seven planets the seven notes of the celestial gamut, and in the zodiac the quadrature of the ternary circle of all initiations. {187} The Emperor Julian, that "adept of the spirit" who was never understood, that initiate whose paganism was less idolatrous than the faith of certain Christians, the Emperor Julian, we say, understood better than Dupuis and Volney the symbolic worship of the sun. In his hymn to the king, Helios, he recognizes that the star of day is but the reflection and the material shadow of that sun of truth which illumines the world of intelligence, and which is itself only a light borrowed from the Absolute. It is a remarkable thing that Julian has ideas of the Supreme God, that the Christians thought they alone adored, much greater and more correct than those of some of the fathers of the Church, who were his contemporaries, and his adversaries. This is how he expresses himself in his defence of Hellenism: "It is not sufficient to write in a book that God spake, and things were made. It is necessary to examine whether the things that one attributes to God are not contrary to the very laws of Being. For, if it is so, God could not have made them, for He could not contradict Nature without denying Himself. ... God being eternal, it is of the nature of necessity that His orders should be immutable as He." So spake that apostate, that man of impiety! Yet, later, a Christian doctor, become the oracle of the theological schools, taking his inspiration perhaps from these splendid words of the misbeliever, found himself obliged to bridle superstition by writing that beautiful and brave maxim which easily resumes the thought of the great Emperor: {188} "A thing is not just because God wills it; but God wills it because it is just." The idea of a perfect and immutable order in nature, the notion of an ascending hierarchy and of a descending influence in all beings, had furnished to the ancient hierophants the first classification of the whole of natural history. Minerals, vegetables, animals were studied analogically; and they attributed their origin and their properties to the passive or to the active principle, to the darkness or to the light. The sign of their election or of their reprobation, traced in their natural form, became the hieroglyphic character of a vice or a virtue; then, by dint of taking the sign for the thing, and expressing the thing by the sign, they ended by confounding them. Such is the origin of that fabulous natural history, in which lions allow themselves to be defeated by cocks, where dolphins die of sorrow for the ingratitude of men, in which mandrakes speak, and the stars sing. This enchanted world is indeed the poetic domain of magic; but it has no other reality than the meaning of the hieroglyphs which gave it birth. For the sage who understands the analogies of the transcendental Qabalah, and the exact relation of ideas with signs, this fabulous country of the fairies is a country still fertile in discoveries; for those truths which are too beautiful, or too simple to please men, without any veil, have all been hidden in these ingenious shadows. Yes, the cock can intimidate the lion, and make himself master of him, because vigilance often supplants force, and succeeds in taming wrath. The other fables of the sham natural history of the ancients are explained in the same manner, and in this allegorical use of analogies, one can {189} already understand the possible abuses and predict the errors to which the Qabalah was obliged to give birth. The law of analogies, in fact, has been for qabalists of a secondary rank the object of a blind and fanatical faith. It is to this belief that one must attribute all the superstitions with which the adepts of occult science have been reproached. This is how they reasoned: The sign expresses the thing. The thing is the virtue of the sign. There is an analogical correspondence between the sign and the thing signified. The more perfect is the sign, the more entire is the correspondence. To say a word is to evoke a thought and make it present. To name God is to manifest God. The word acts upon souls, and souls react upon bodies; consequently one can frighten, console, cause to fall ill, cure, even kill, and raise from the dead by means of words. To utter a name is to create or evoke a being. In the name is contained the "verbal" or spiritual doctrine of the being itself. When the soul evokes a thought, the sign of that thought is written automatically in the light. To invoke is to adjure, that is to say, to swear by a name; it is to perform an act of faith in that name, and to communicate in the virtue which it represents. Words in themselves are, then, good or evil, poisonous or wholesome. The most dangerous words are vain and lightly uttered words, because they are the voluntary abortions of thought. {190} A useless word is a crime against the spirit of intelligence; it is an intellectual infanticide. Things are for every one what he makes of them by naming them. The "word" of every one is an impression or an habitual prayer. To speak well is to live well. A fine style is an aureole of holiness. From these principles, some true, others hypothetical, and from the more or less exaggerated consequences that they draw from them, there resulted for superstitious qabalists and absolute confidence in enchantments, evocations, conjurations and mysterious prayers. Now, as faith has always accomplished miracles, apparitions, oracles, mysterious cures, sudden and strange maladies, have never been lacking to it. It is thus that a simple and sublime philosophy has become the secret science of Black Magic. It is from this point of view above all that the Qabalah is still able to excite the curiosity of the majority in our so distrustful and so credulous century. However, as we have just explained, that is not the true science. Men rarely seek the truth from its own sake; they have always a secret motive in their efforts, some passion to satisfy, or some greed to assuage. Among the secrets of the Qabalah there is one above all which has always tormented seekers; it is the secret of the transmutation of metals, and of the conversion of all earthly substances into gold. Alchemy borrowed all these signs from the Qabalah, and it is upon the law of analogies resulting from the harmony of contraries that it based its operations. An immense physical secret was, moreover, hidden under the qabalistic {191} parables of the ancients. This secret we have arrived at deciphering, and we shall submit its letter to the investigations of the gold- makers. Here it is: 1 Degree. The four imponderable fluids are nothing but the diverse manifestations of one same universal agent, which is light. 2 Degree. Light is the fire which serves for the Great Work under the form of electricity. 3 Degree. The human will directs the vital light by means of the nervous system. In our days this is called Magnetism. 4 Degree. The secret agent of the Great Work, the Azoth of the sages, the living and life-giving gold of the philosophers, the universal metallic productive agent, is MAGNETIZED ELECTRICITY.<> The alliance of these two words still does not tell us much, and yet, perhaps, they contain a force sufficient to overturn the world. We say "perhaps" on philosophical grounds, for, personally, we have no doubt whatever of the high importance of this great hermetic arcanum. We have just said that alchemy is the daughter of the Qabalah; to convince oneself of the truth of this it is sufficient to look at the symbols of Flamel, of Basil Valentine, the pages of the Jew Abraham, and the more or less apocryphal oracles of the Emerald Table of Hermes. Everywhere one finds the traces of that decade of Pythagoras, which is so magnificently applied in the Sepher Yetzirah to the complete and absolute notion of divine things, that decade composed of unity and a triple ternary which the Rabbis have {192} called the Berashith, and the Mercavah, the luminous tree of the Sephiroth, and the key of the Shemhamphorash. We have spoken at some length in our book entitled "Dogme et rituel de la haute magie" of a hieroglyphic monument (preserved up to our own time under a futile pretext) which alone explains all the mysterious writings of high initiation. This monument is that Tarot of the Bohemians which gave rise to our games of cards. It is composed of twenty-two allegorical letters, and of four series of ten hieroglyphs each, referring to the four letters of the name of Jehovah. The diverse combinations of those signs, and the numbers which correspond to them, form so many qabalistic oracles, so that the whole science is contained in this mysterious book. This perfectly simple philosophical machine astonishes by the depth of its results. The Abbe Trithemius, one of our greatest masters in magic, composed a very ingenious work, which he calls Polygraphy,<> upon the qabalistic alphabet. It is a combined series of progressive alphabets where each letter represents a word, the words correspond to each other, and complete themselves from one alphabet to another; and there is no doubt that Trithemius was acquainted with the Tarot, and made use of it to set his learned combinations in logical order. Jerome Cardan was acquainted with the symbolical alphabet of the initiates, as one may recognize by the number and disposition of the chapters of his work on Subtlety. This work, in fact, is composed of twenty-two chapters, and the subject of each chapter is analogous to the number and to the allegory of the corresponding card of the Tarot. We {193} have made the same observation on a book of St. Martin entitled "A Natural Picture of the Relations which exist between God, Man and the Universe." The tradition of this secret has, then, never been interrupted from the first ages of the Qabalah to our own times.<> The table-turners, and those who make the spirits speak with alphabetical charts, are, then, a good many centuries behind the times; they do not know that there exists an oracular instrument whose words are always clear and always accurate, by means of which one can communicate with the seven genii of the planets, and make to speak at will the seventy-two wheels of Assiah, of Yetzirah, and of Briah. For that purpose it is sufficient to understand the system of universal analogies, such as Swedenborg has set it forth in the hieroglyphic key of the arcana; then to mix the cards together, and draw from them by chance, always grouping them by the numbers corresponding to the ideas on which one desires enlightenment; then, reading the oracles as qabalistic writings ought to be read, that is to say, beginning in the middle and going from right to left for odd numbers, beginning on the right for even numbers, and interpreting successively the number for the letter which corresponds to it, the grouping of the letters by the addition of their numbers, and all the successive oracles by their numerical order, and their hieroglyphic relations. This operation of the qabalistic sages, originally intended to discover the rigorous development of absolute ideas, degenerated into superstition when it fell into the hands of the ignorant priests and the nomadic ancestors of the Bohemians who possessed the Tarot in the Middle Ages; {194} they did not know how to employ it properly, and used it solely for fortune-telling. The game of chess, attributed to Palamedes, has no other origin than the Tarot,<> and one finds there the same combinations and the same symbols: the king, the queen, the knight, the soldier, the fool, the tower, and houses representing numbers. In old times, chess-players sought upon their chess-board the solution of philosophical and religious problems, and argued silently with each other in manoeuvring the hieroglyphic characters across the numbers.<> Our vulgar game of goose, revived from the old Grecian game, and also attributed to Palamedes, is nothing but a chess-board with motionless figures and numbers movable by means of dice. It is a Tarot disposed in the form of a wheel, for the use of aspirants to initiation. Now, the word Tarot, in which one finds "rota" and "tora," itself expresses, as William Postel has demonstrated, this primitive disposition in the form of a wheel. The hieroglyphs of the game of goose are simpler than those of the Tarot, but one finds the same symbols in it: the juggler, the king, the queen, the tower, the devil or Typhon, death, and so on. The dice-indicated chances of the game represent those of life, and conceal a highly philosophical sense sufficiently profound to make sages meditate, and simple enough to be understood by children. The allegorical personage Palamedes, is, however, identical with Enoch, Hermes, and Cadmus, to whom various mythologies have attributed the invention of letters. But, in the conception of Homer, Palamedes, the man who exposed the fraud of Ulysses and fell a victim to his revenge, represents {195} the initiator or the man of genius whose eternal destiny is to be killed by those whom he initiates. The disciple does not become the living realization of the thoughts of the Master until he had drunk his blood and eaten his flesh, to use the energetic and allegorical expression of the initiator, so ill understood by Christians. The conception of the primitive alphabet was, as one may easily see, the idea of a universal language which should enclose in its combinations, and even in its signs themselves, the recapitulation and the evolutionary law of all sciences, divine and human. In our own opinion, nothing finer or greater has ever been dreamt by the genius of man; and we are convinced that the discovery of this secret of the ancient world has fully repaid us for so many years of sterile research and thankless toil in the crypts of lost sciences and the cemeteries of the past. One of the first results of this discovery should be to give a new direction to the study of the hieroglyphic writings as yet so imperfectly deciphered by the rivals and successors of M. Champollion. The system of writing of the disciples of Hermes being analogical and synthetical, like all the signs of the Qabalah, would it not be useful, in order to read the pages engraved upon the stones of the ancient temples, to replace these stones in their place, and to count the numbers of their letters, comparing them with the numbers of other stones? The obelisk of Luxor, for example, was it not one of the two columns at the entrance of a temple? Was it at the right-hand or the left-hand pillar? If at the right, these signs refer to the active principle; if at the left, it is by the passive principle {196} that one must interpret its characters. But there should be an exact correspondence of one obelisk with the other, and each sign should receive its complete sense from the analogy of contraries. M. Champollion found Coptic in the hieroglyphics, another savant would perhaps find more easily, and more fortunately, Hebrew; but what would one say if it were neither Hebrew nor Coptic? If it were, for example, the universal primitive language? Now, this language, which was that of the transcendental Qabalah, did certainly exist; more, it still exists at the base of Hebrew itself, and of all the oriental languages which derive from it; this language is that of the sanctuary, and the columns at the entrance of the temples ordinarily contained all its symbols. The intuition of the ecstatics comes nearer to the truth with regard to these primitive signs that even the science of the learned, because, as we have said, the universal vital fluid, the astral light, being the mediating principle between the ideas and the forms, is obedient to the extraordinary leaps of the soul which seeks the unknown, and furnishes it naturally with the signs already found, but forgotten, of the great revelations of occultism. Thus are formed the pretended signatures of spirits, thus were produced the mysterious writings of Gablidone, who appeared to Dr. Lavater, the phantoms of Schroepfer, of St. Michel-Vintras, and the spirits of Mr. Home. If electricity can move a light, or even a heavy body, without one touching it, is it impossible to give by magnetism a direction to electricity, and to produce, thus naturally, signs and writings? One can do it, doubtless; because one does it. {197} Thus, then, to those who ask us, "What is the most important agent of miracles?" we shall reply --- "It is the first matter of the Great Work. "It is MAGNETIZED ELECTRICITY." Everything has been created by light. It is in light that form is preserved. It is by light that form reproduces itself. The vibrations of light are the principle of universal movement. By light, the suns are attached to each other, and they interlace their rays like chains of electricity. Men and things are magnetized by light like the suns, and, by means of electro-magnetic chains whose tension is caused by sympathies and affinities, are able to communicate with each other from one end of the world to the other, to caress or strike, wound or heal, in a manner doubtless natural, but invisible, and of the nature of prodigy. There is the secret of magic. Magic, that science which comes to us from the magi! Magic, the first of sciences! Magic, the holiest science, because it establishes in the sublimest manner the great religious truths! Magic, the most calumniated of all, because the vulgar obstinately confound magic with the superstitious sorcery whose abominable practices we have denounced! It is only by magic that one can reply to the enigmatical questions of the Sphinx of Thebes, and find the solution of those problems of religious history which are sealed in the sometimes scandalous obscurities which are to be found in the stories of the Bible. {198} The sacred historians themselves recognize the existence and the power of the magic which boldly rivalled that of Moses. The Bible tells us that Jannes and Jambres, Pharaoh's magicians, at first performed "the same miracles" as Moses, and that they declared those which they could not imitate impossible to human science. It is in fact more flattering to the self-love of a charlatan to deem that a miracle has taken place, than to declare himself conquered by the science or skill of a fellow-magician --- above all, when he is a political enemy or a religious adversary. When does the possible in magical miracles begin and end? Here is a serious and important question. What is certain is the existence of the facts which one habitually describes as miracles. Magnetizers and sleep-wakers do them every day; Sister Rose Tamisier did them; the "illuminated" Vintras does them still; more than fifteen thousand witnesses recently attested those of the American mediums; ten thousand peasants of Berry and Sologne would attest, if need were, those of the god Cheneau (a retired button-merchant who believes himself inspired by God). Are all these people hallucinated or knaves? Hallucinated, yes, perhaps, but the very fact that their hallucination is identical, whether separately or collectively, is it not a sufficiently great miracle on the part of him who produces it, always, at will, and at a stated time and place? To do miracles, and to persuade the multitude that one does them, are very nearly the same thing, above all in a century as frivolous and scoffing as ours. Now, the world is full of wonder-makers, and science is often reduced to denying their works or refusing to see them, in order not to be reduced to examining them, or assigning a cause to them. {199} In the last century all Europe resounded with the miracles of Cagliostro. Who is ignorant of what powers were attributed to his 'wine of Egypt,' and to his 'elixir'? What can we add to the stories that they tell of his other- world suppers, where he made appear in flesh and blood the illustrious personages of the past? Cagliostro was, however, far from being an initiate of the first order, since the Great White Brotherhood abandoned him<> to the Roman Inquisition, before whom he made, if one can believe the documents to his trial, so ridiculous and so odious an explanation of the Masonic trigram, L.'. P.'. D.'. But miracles are not the exclusive privilege of the first order of initiates; they are often performed by beings without education or virtue. Natural laws find an opportunity in an organism whose exceptional qualifications are not clear to us, and they perform their work with their invariable precision and calm. The most refined gourmets appreciate truffles, and employ them for their purposes, but it is hogs that dig them up: it is analogically the same for plenty of things less material and less gastronomical: instincts have groping presentiments, but it is really only science which discovers. The actual progress of human knowledge has diminished by a great deal the chances of prodigies, but there still remains a great number, since both the power of the imagination and the nature and power of magnetism are not yet known. The observation of universal analogies, moreover, has been neglected, and for that reason divination is no longer believed in. {200} A qabalistic sage may, then, still astonish the crowd and even bewilder the educated: 1 Degree --- By divining hidden things; 2 Degree --- by prediction many things to come; 3 Degree --- by dominating the will of others so as to prevent them doing what they will, and forcing them to do what they do not will; 4 Degree --- by exciting apparitions and dreams; 5 Degree --- by curing a large number of illnesses; 6 Degree --- by restoring life to subjects who display all the symptoms of death; 7 Degree --- lastly, by demonstrating (if need be, by examples) the reality of the philosophical stone, and the transmutation of metals, according to the secrets of Abraham the Jew, of Flamel, and of Raymond Lully. All these prodigies are accomplished by means of a single agent which the Hebrew calls OD, as did the Chevalier de Reichenback, which we, with the School of Pasqualis Martinez, call astral light, which Mr. de Mirville calls the devil, and which the ancient alchemists called Azoth. It is the vital element which manifests itself by the phenomena of heat, light, electricity and magnetism, which magnetizes all terrestrial globes, and all living beings. In this agent even are manifested the proofs of the qabalistic doctrine with regard to equilibrium and motion, by double polarity; when one pole attracts the other repels, one produces heat, the other cold, one gives a blue or greenish light, the other a yellow or reddish light. This agent, by its different methods of magnetization, attracts us to each other, or estranges us from each other, subordinates one to the wishes of the other by causing him to enter his centre of attraction, re-establishes or disturbs the equilibrium in animal economy by its transmutations and its {201} alternate currents, receives and transmits the imprints of the force of imagination which is in men the image and the semblance of the creative word, and thus produces presentiments and determines dreams. The science of miracles is then the knowledge of this marvellous force, and the art of doing miracles is simply the art of magnetizing or "illuminating" beings, according to the invariable laws of magnetism or astral light. We prefer the word "light" to the word "magnetism," because it is more traditional in occultism, and expresses in a more complete and perfect manner the nature of the secret agent. There is, in truth, the liquid and drinkable gold of the masters in alchemy; the word "OR" (the French word for "gold") comes from the Hebrew "AOUR" which signifies "light." "What do you wish?" they asked the candidate in every initiation: "To see the light," should be their answer. The name of illuminati which one ordinarily gives to adepts, has then been generally very badly interpreted by giving to it a mystical sense, as if it signified men whose intelligence believes itself to be lighted by a miraculous day. 'Illuminati' means simply, knowers and possessors of the light, either by the knowledge of the great magical agent, or by the rational and ontological notion of the absolute. The universal agent is a force tractable and subordinate to intelligence. Abandoned to itself, it, like Moloch, devours rapidly all that to which it gives birth, and changes the superabundance of life into immense destruction. It is, then, the infernal serpent of the ancient myths, the Typhon of the Egyptians, and the Moloch of Phoenicia; but if Wisdom, mother of the Elohim, puts her foot upon his head, she outwears {202} all the flames which he belches forth, and pours with full hands upon the earth a vivifying light. Thus also it is said in the Zohar that at the beginning of our earthly period, when the elements disputed among themselves the surface of the earth, that fire, like an immense serpent, had enveloped everything in its coils, and was about to consume all beings, when divine clemency, raising around it the waves of the sea like a vestment of clouds, put her foot upon the head of the serpent and made him re-enter the abyss. Who does not see in this allegory the first idea, and the most reasonable explanation, of one of the images dearest to Catholic symbolism, the triumph of the Mother of God? The qabalists say that the occult name of the devil, his true name, is that of Jehovah written backwards. This, for the initiate, is a complete revelation of the mysteries of the tetragram. In fact, the order of the letters of that great name indicates the predominance of the idea over form, of the active over the passive, of cause over effect. By reversion that order one obtains the contrary. Jehovah is he who tames Nature as it were a superb horse and makes it go where he will; Chavajoh (the demon) is the horse without a bridle who, like those of the Egyptians of the song of Moses, falls upon its rider, and hurls him beneath it, into the abyss. The devil, then, exists really enough for the qabalists; but it is neither a person nor a distinguished power of even the forces of Nature. The devil is dispersion, or the slumber of the intelligence. It is madness and falsehood. Thus are explained the nightmares of the Middle Ages; thus, too, are explained the bizarre symbols of some initiates, those of the Templars, for example, who are much less to be {203} blamed for having worshipped Baphomet, than for allowing its image to be perceived by the profane. Baphomet, pantheistic figure of the universal agent, is nothing else than the bearded devil of the alchemists. One knows that the members of the highest grades in the old hermetic masonry attributed to a bearded demon the accomplishment of the Great Work. At this word, the vulgar hastened to cross themselves, and to hide their eyes, but the initiates of the cult of Hermes-Pantheos understood the allegory, and were very careful not to explain it to the profane. Mr. de Mirville, in a book to-day almost forgotten, though it made some noise a few months ago, gives himself a great deal of trouble to compile an account of various sorceries, of the kind which fill the compilations of people like Delancre, Delrio, and Bodin. He might have found better than that in history. And without speaking of the easily attested miracles of the Jansenists of Port Royal, and of the Deacon Paris, what is more marvellous than the great monomania of martyrdom which has made children, and even women, during three hundred years, go to execution as if to a feast? What more magnificent than that enthusiastic faith accorded during so many centuries to the most incomprehensible, and, humanly speaking, to the most revolting mysteries? On this occasion, you will say, the miracles came from God, and one even employs them as a proof of the truth of religion. But, what? heretics, too, let themselves be killed for dogmas, this time quite frankly and really absurd. They then sacrificed both their reason and their life to their belief? Oh, for heretics, it is evident that the devil was responsible. Poor folk, who took the devil for God, and God for the devil! Why have {204} they not been undeceived by making them recognize the true God by the charity, the knowledge, the justice, and above all, by the mercy of his ministers? The necromancers who cause the devil to appear after a fatiguing and almost impossible series of the most revolting evocations, are only children by the side of that St. Anthony of the legend who drew them from hell by thousands, and dragged them everywhere after him, like Orpheus, who attracted to him oaks, rocks and the most savage animals. Callot alone, initiated by the wandering Bohemians during his infancy into the mysteries of black sorcery, was able to understand and reproduce the evocations of the first hermit. And do you think that in retracing those frightful dreams of maceration and fasting, the makers of legends have invented? No; they have remained far below the truth. The cloisters, in fact, have always been peopled with nameless spectres, and their walls have palpitated with shadows and infernal larvae. St. Catherine of Siena on one occasion passed a week in the midst of an obscene orgy which would have discouraged the lust of Pietro di Aretino; St. Theresa felt herself carried away living into hell, and there suffered, between walls which ever closed upon her, tortures which only hysterical women will be able to understand. ... All that, one will say, happened in the imagination of the sufferers. But where, then, would you expect facts of a supernatural order to take place? What is certain is that all these visionaries have seen and touched, that they have had the most vivid feeling of a formidable reality. We speak of it from our own experience, and there are visions of our own first youth, passed in retreat and asceticism, whose memory makes us shudder even now. {205} God and the devil are the ideals of absolute good and evil. But man never conceives absolute evil, save as a false idea of good. Good only can be absolute; and evil is only relative to our ignorance, and to our errors. Every man, in order to be a God, first makes himself a devil; but as the law of solidarity is universal, the hierarchy exists in hell as it does in heaven. A wicked man will always find one more wicked than himself to do him harm; and when the evil is at its climax, it must cease, for it could only continue by the annihilation of being, which is impossible. Then the man-devils, at the end of their resources, fall once more under the empire of the god-men, and are saved by those whom one at first thought their victims; but the man who strives to live a life of evil deeds, does homage to good by all the intelligence and energy that he develops in himself. For this reason the great initiator said in his figurative language: "I would that thou wert cold or hot; but because thou art lukewarm, I will spew thee out of my mouth." The Great Master, in one of his parables, condemns only the idle man who buried his treasure from fear of losing it in the risky operations of that bank which we call life. To think nothing, to love nothing, to wish for nothing, to do nothing --- that is the real sin. Nature only recognizes and rewards workers. The human will develops itself and increases itself by its own activity. In order to will truly, one must act. Action always dominates inertia and drags it at its chariot wheels. This is the secret of the influence of the alleged wicked over the alleged good. How many poltroons and cowards think themselves virtuous because they are afraid to be otherwise! {206} How many respectable women cast an envious eye upon prostitutes! It is not very long ago since convicts were in fashion. Why? Do you think that public opinion can ever give homage to vice? No, but it can do justice to activity and bravery, and it is right that cowardly knaves should esteem bold brigands. Boldness united to intelligence is the mother of all successes in this world. To undertake, one must know; to accomplish, one must will; to will really, one must dare; and in order to gather in peace the fruits of one's audacity, one must keep silent. TO KNOW, TO DARE, TO WILL, TO KEEP SILENT, are, as we have said elsewhere, the four qabalistic words which correspond to the four letters of the tetragram and to the four hieroglyphic forms of the Sphinx. To know, is the human head; to dare, the claws of the lion; to will, the mighty flanks of the bull; to keep silent, the mystical wings of the eagle. He only maintains his position above other men who does not prostitute the secrets of his intelligence to their commentary and their laughter. All men who are really strong are magnetizers, and the universal agent obeys their will. It is thus that they work marvels. They make themselves believed, they make themselves followed, and when they say, "This is thus," Nature changes (in a sense) to the eyes of the vulgar, and becomes what the great man wished. "This is my flesh and this is my blood," said a Man who had made himself God by his virtues; and eighteen centuries, in the presence of a piece of bread and a little wine, have seen, touched, tasted and adored flesh and blood made divine by martyrdom! Say now, that the human will accomplishes no miracles! {207} Do not let us here speak of Voltaire! Voltaire was not a wonder-worker, he was the witty and eloquent interpreter of those on whom the miracle no longer acted. Everything in his work is negative; everything was affirmative, on the contrary, in that of the "Galilean," as an illustrious and too unfortunate Emperor called Him. And yet Julian in his time attempted more than Voltaire could accomplish; he wished to oppose miracles to miracles, the austerity of power to that of revolt, virtues to virtues, wonders to wonders; the Christians never had a more dangerous enemy, and they recognized the fact, for Julian was assassinated; and the Golden Legend still bears witness that a holy martyr, awakened in his tomb by the clamour of the Church, resumed his arms, and struck the Apostate in the darkness, in the midst of his army and of his victories. Sorry martyrs, who rise from the dead to become hangmen! Too credulous Emperor, who believed in his gods, and in the virtues of the past! When the kings of France were hedged around with the adoration of their people, when they were regarded as the Lord's anointed, and the eldest sons of the Church, they cured scrofula. A man who is the fashion can always do miracles when he wishes. Cagliostro may have been only a charlatan, but as soon as opinion had made of him "the divine Cagliostro," he was expected to work miracles; and they happened. When Cephas Barjona was nothing but a Jew proscribed by Nero, retailing to the wives of slaves a specific for eternal life, Cephas Barjona, for all educated people of Rome, was only a charlatan; but public opinion made an apostle of the {208} Spiritualistic empiric; and the successors of Peter, were they Alexander VI, or even John XXII, are infallible for every man who is properly brought up, who does not wish to put himself uselessly outside the pale of society. So goes the world. Charlatanism, when it is successful, is then, in magic as in everything else, a great instrument of power. To fascinate the mob cleverly, is not that already to dominate it? The poor devils of sorcerers who in the Middle Ages stupidly got themselves burnt alive had not, it is easy to see, a great empire on others. Joan of Arc was a magician at the head of her armies, and at Rouen the poor girl was not even a witch. She only knew how to pray, and how to fight, and the prestige which surrounded her ceased as soon as she was in chains. Does history tell us that the King of France demanded her release? That the French nobility, the people, the army protested against her condemnation? The Pope, whose eldest son was the King of France, did he excommunicate the executioners of the Maid of Orleans? No, nothing of all that! Joan of Arc was a sorceress for every one as soon as she ceased to be a magician, and it was certainly not the English alone who burned her. When one exercises an apparently superhuman power, one must exercise it always, or resign oneself to perish. The world always avenges itself in a cowardly way for having believed too much, admired too much, and above all, obeyed too much. We only understand magic power in its application to great matters. If a true practical magician does not make himself master of the world, it is that he disdains it. To what, then, would he degrade his sovereign power? "I will give {209} thee all the kingdoms of the world, if thou wilt fall at my feet and worship me," the Satan of the parable said to Jesus. "Get thee behind me, Satan," replied the Saviour; "for it is written, Thou shalt adore God alone." ... "ELI, ELI, LAMA SABACHTHANI!" was what this sublime and divine adorer of God cried later. If he had replied to Satan, "I will not adore thee, and it is thou who wilt fall at my feet, for I bid thee in the name of intelligence and eternal reason," he would not have consigned his holy and noble life to the most frightful of all tortures. The Satan of the mountain was indeed cruelly avenged! The ancients called practical magic the sacerdotal and royal art, and one remembers that the magi were the masters of primitive civilization, because they were the masters of all the science of their time. To know is to be able when one dares to will. The first science of the practical qabalist, or the magus, is the knowledge of men. Phrenology, psychology, chiromancy, the observation of tastes and of movement, of the sound of the voice and of either sympathetic or antipathetic impressions, are branches of this art, and the ancients were not ignorant of them. Gall and Spurzheim in our days have rediscovered phrenology. Lavater, following Porta, Cardan, Taisnier, Jean Belot and some others have divined anew rather than rediscovered the science of psychology; chiromancy is still occult, and one scarcely finds traces of it in the quite recent and very interesting work of d'Arpentigny. In order to have sufficient notions of it, one must remount to the qabalistic sources themselves from which the learned Cornelius Agrippa drew water. It is, then, convenient to say a few words {210} on the subject while waiting for the work of our friend Desbarrolles. The hand is the instrument of action in man: it is, like the face, a sort of synthesis of the nervous system, and should also have features and physiognomy. The character of the individual is traced there by undeniable signs. Thus, among hands, some are laborious, some are idle, some square and heavy, others insinuating and light. Hard and dry hands are made for strife and toil, soft and damp hands ask only for pleasure. Pointed fingers are inquisitive and mystical, square fingers mathematical, spatulated fingers obstinate and ambitious. The thumb, pollex, the finger of force and power, corresponds in the qabalistic symbolism to the first letter of the name of Jehovah. This finger is then a synthesis of the hand: if it is strong, the man is morally strong; if it is weak, the man is weak. It has three phalanges, of which the first is hidden in the palm of the hand, as the imaginary axis of the world traverses the thickness of the earth. This first phalanx corresponds to the physical life, the second to the intelligence, the third to the will. Greasy and thick palms denote sensual tastes and great force of physical life; a thumb which is long, especially in its last phalanx, reveals a strong will, which may go as far as despotism; short thumbs, on the contrary, show characters gentle and easily controlled. The habitual folds of the hand determine its lines. These lines are, then, the traces of habits, and the patient observer will know how to recognize them and how to judge them. The man whose hand folds badly is clumsy or unhappy. The hand has three principal functions: to grasp, to hold, and to {211} handle. The subtlest hands seize and handle best; hard and strong hands hold longer. Even the lightest wrinkles bear witness to the habitual sensations of the organ. Each finger has, besides, a special function from which it takes its name. We have already spoken of the thumb; the index is the finger which points out, it is that of the word and of prophecy; the medius dominates the whole hand, it is that of destiny; the ring-finger is that of alliances and of honours: chiromancers have consecrated it to the sun; the little finger is insinuating and talkative, at least, so say simple folk and nursemaids, whose little finger tells them so much. The hand has seven protuberances which the qabalists, following natural analogies, have attributed to the seven planets: that of the thumb, to Venus; that of the index to Jupiter; that of the medius, to Saturn; that of the ring-finger to the Sun; that of the little finger, to Mercury; the two others to Mars and to the Moon. According to their form and their predominance, they judged the inclinations, the aptitudes, and consequently the probable destinies of the individuals who submitted themselves to their judgment. There is no vice which does not leave its trace, no virtue which has not its sign. Thus, for the trained eyes of the observer, no hypocrisy is possible. One will understand that such a science is already a power indeed sacerdotal and royal. The prediction of the principal events of life is already possible by means of the numerous analogical probabilities of this observation: but there exists a faculty called that of presentiments or sensitivism. Events exist often in their causes before realizing themselves in action; sensitives see in advance {212} the effects in the causes. Previous to all great events, there have been most astonishing predictions. In the reign of Louis Philippe we heard sleep-walkers and ecstatics announce the return of the Empire, and specify the date of its coming. The Republic of 1848 was clearly announced in the prophecy of Orval, which dated at least from 1830 and which we strongly suspect to be, like those works attributed to the brothers Olivarius, the posthumous work of Mlle. Lenormand. This is a matter of little importance in this thesis. That magnetic light which causes the future to appear, also causes things at present existing, but hidden, to be guessed; as it is the universal life, it is also the agent of human sensibility, transmitting to some the sickness or the health of others, according to the fatal influence of contracts, or the laws of the will. It is that which explains the power of benedictions and of bewitchments so clearly recognized by the great adepts, and above all by the wonderful Paracelsus. An acute and judicious critic, Mr. Ch. Fauvety, in an article published by the "Revue philosophique et religieuse," appreciates in a remarkable manner the advanced works of Paracelsus, of Pomponacius, of Goglienus, or Crollis, and of Robert Fludd on magnetism. But what our learned friend and collaborator studies only as a philosophical curiosity, Paracelsus and his followers practised without being very anxious that the world should understand it; for it was for them one of those traditional secrets with regard to which silence is necessary, and which it is sufficient to indicate to those who know, leaving always a veil upon the truth for the ignorant. Now here is what Paracelsus reserved for initiates alone, {213} and what we have understood through deciphering the qabalistic characters, and the allegories of which he makes use in his work: The human soul is material; the divine "mens" is offered to it to immortalize it and to make it live spiritually and individually, but its natural substance is fluidic and collective. There are, then, in man, two lives: the individual or reasonable life, and the common or instinctive life. It is by this latter that one can live in the bodies of others, since the universal soul, of which each nervous organism has a separate consciousness, is the same for all. We live in a common and universal life in the embryonic state, in ecstasy, and in sleep. In sleep, in fact, reason does not act, and logic, when it mingles in our dreams, only does so by chance, in accordance with the accidents of purely physical reminiscences. In dreams, we have the consciousness of the universal life; we mingle ourselves with water, fire, air, and earth; we fly like birds; we climb like squirrels; we crawl like serpents; we are intoxicated with astral light; we plunge into the common reservoir, as happens in a more complete manner in death; but then (and it is thus that Paracelsus explains the mysteries of the other life) the wicked, that is to say, those who have allowed themselves to be dominated by the instinct of the brute to the prejudice of human reason, are drowned in the ocean of the common life with all the anguish of eternal death; the others swim upon it, and enjoy for ever the riches of that fluid gold which they have succeeded in dominating. This identity of all physical life permits the stronger {214} souls to possess themselves of the existence of the others, and to make auxiliaries of them; it explains sympathetic currents either near or distant, and gives the whole secret of occult medicine, because the principle of this medicine is the grand hypothesis of universal analogies, and, attributing all the phenomena of physical life to the universal agent, teaches that one must act upon the astral body in order to react upon the material visible body; it teaches also that the essence of the astral light is a double movement of attraction and repulsion; just as human bodies attract and repel one another, they can also absorb themselves, extend one into another, and make exchanges; the ideas or imaginations of one can influence the form of the other, and subsequently react upon the exterior body. Thus are produced the so strange phenomena of maternal impressions, thus the neighbourhood of invalids gives bad dreams, and thus the soul breathes in something unwholesome when in the company of fools and knaves. One may remark that in boarding-schools the children tend to assimilate in physiognomy; each place of education has, so to speak, a family air which is peculiar to it. In orphan schools conducted by nuns all the girls resemble each other, and all take on that obedient and effaced physiognomy which characterizes ascetic education. Men become handsome in the school of enthusiasm, of the arts, and of glory; they become ugly in prison, and of sad countenance in seminaries and in convents. Here it will be understood we leave Paracelsus, in order that we may investigate the consequences and applications of his ideas, which are simply those of the ancient magi, and {215} to study the elements of that physical Qabalah which we call magic. According to the qabalistic principles formulated by the school of Paracelsus, death is nothing but a slumber, ever growing deeper and more definite, a slumber which it would not be impossible to stop in its early stages by exercising a powerful action of will on the astral body as it breaks loose, and by recalling it to life through some powerful interest or some dominating affection. Jesus expressed the same thought when he said to the daughter of Jairus: "The maiden is not dead, but sleepeth"; and of Lazarus: "Our friend is fallen asleep, and I go to wake him." To express this resurrectionist system in such a manner as not to offend common sense, by which we mean generally-held opinions, let us say that death, when there is no destruction or essential alteration of the physical organs, is always preceded by a lethargy of varying duration. (The resurrection of Lazarus, if we could admit it as a scientific fact, would prove that this state may last for four days.<>) Let us now come to the secret of the Great Work, which we have given only in Hebrew, without vowel points, in the "Rituel de la haute magie." Here is the complete text in Latin, as one finds in on page 144 of the Sepher Yetzirah, commented by the alchemist Abraham (Amsterdam, 1642): {216} SEMITA XXXI Vocatur intelligentia perpetua; et quare vocatur ita? Eo quod ducit motum solis et lunae juxta constitutionem eorum; utrumque in orbe sibi conveniente. Rabbi Abraham F.'. D.'. dicit: Semita trigesima prima vocatur intelligentia perpetua: et illa ducit solem et lunam et reliquas stellas et figuras, unum quodque in orbe suo, et impertit omnibus creatis juxta dispositionem ad signa et figuras. Here is the French translation of the Hebrew text which we have transcribed in our ritual: "The thirty-first path is called the perpetual intelligence; and it governs the sun and the moon, and the other stars and figures, each in its respective orb. And it distributes what is needful to all created things, according to their disposition to the signs and figures." This text, one sees, is still perfectly obscure for whoever is not acquainted with the characteristic value of each of the thirty-two paths. The thirty-two paths are the ten numbers and the twenty-two hieroglyphic letters of the Qabalah. The thirty-first refers to HB:Shin , which represents the magic lamp, or the light between the horns of Baphomet. It is the qabalistic sign of the OD, or astral light, with its two poles, and its balanced centre. One knows that in the language of the alchemist the sun signifies gold, the moon silver, and that the other stars or planets refer to the other metals. One {217} should now be able to understand the thought of the Jew Abraham. The secret fire of the masters of alchemy was, then, electricity; and there is the better half of their grand arcanum; but they knew how to equilibrate its force by a magnetic influence which they concentrated in their athanor. This is what results from the obscure dogmas of Basil Valentine, of Bernard Trevisan, and of Henry Khunrath, who, all of them, pretended to have worked the transmutation, like Raymond Lully, like Arnaud de Villeneuve, and like NIcholas Flamel. The universal light, when it magnetizes the worlds, is called astral light; when it forms the metals, one calls it azoth, or philosophical mercury; when it gives life to animals, it should be called animal magnetism. The brute is subject to the fatalities of this light; man is able to direct it. It is the intelligence which, by adapting the sign to the thought, creates forms and images. The universal light is like the divine imagination, and this world, which changes ceaselessly, yet ever remaining the same with regard to the laws of its configuration, is the vast dream of God. Man formulates the light by his imagination; he attracts to himself the light in sufficient quantities to give suitable forms to his thoughts and even to his dreams; if this light overcomes him, if he drowns his understanding in the forms which he evokes, he is mad. But the fluidic atmosphere of madmen is often a poison for tottering reason and for exalted imaginations. The forms which the over-excited imagination produces {218} in order to lead astray the understanding, are as real as photographic images. One could not see what does not exist. The phantoms of dreams, and even the dreams of the waking, are then real images which exist in the light. There exist, besides these, contagious hallucinations. But we here affirm something more than ordinary hallucinations. If the images attracted by diseased brains are in some sense real, can they not throw them without themselves, as real as they relieve them? These images projected by the complete nervous organism of the medium, can they not affect the compete organism of those who, voluntarily or not, are in nervous sympathy with the medium? The things accomplished by Mr. Home prove that all this is possible. Now, let us reply to those who think that they see in these phenomena manifestations of the other world and facts of necromancy. We shall borrow our answer from the sacred book of the qabalists, and in this our doctrine is that of the rabbis who compiled the Zohar. AXIOM The spirit clothes itself to descend, and strips itself to rise. In fact: Why are created spirits clothed with bodies? It is that they must be limited in order to have a possible existence. Stripped of all body, and become consequently {219} without limit, created spirits would lose themselves in the infinite, and from lack of the power to concentrate themselves somewhere, they would be dead and impotent everywhere, lost as they would be in the immensity of God. All created spirits have, then, bodies, some subtler, some grosser, according to the surroundings in which they are called to live. The soul of a dead man would, then, not be able to live in the atmosphere of the living, any more than we can live in earth or in water. For an airy, or rather an ethereal, spirit, it would be necessary to have an artificial body similar to the apparatus of our divers, in order that it might come to us. All that we can see of the dead are the reflections which they have left in the atmospheric light, light whose imprints we evoke by the sympathy of our memories. The souls of the dead are above our atmosphere. Our respirable air becomes earth for them. This is what the Saviour declares in His Gospel, when He makes the soul of a saint say: "Now the great abyss is established between us, and those who are above can no longer descend to those who are below." The hands which Mr. Home causes to appear are, then, composed of air coloured by the reflection which his sick imagination attracts and projects.<<"The luminous agent being also that of heat, one understands the sudden variations of temperature occasioned by the abnormal projections or sudden absorptions of the light. There follows a sudden atmospheric perturbation, which produces the noise of storms, and the creaking of woodwork." --- E. L.>> {220} One touches them as one sees them; half illusion, half magnetic and nervous force. These, it seems to us, are very precise and very clear explanations. Let us reason a little with those who support the theory of apparitions from another world: Either those hands are real bodies, or they are illusions. If they are bodies, they are, then, not spirits. If they are illusions produced by mirages, either in us, or outside ourselves, you admit my argument. Now, one remark! It is that all those who suffer from luminous congestion or contagious somnambulism, perish by a violent or, at least, a sudden death. It is for this reason that one used to attribute to the devil the power of strangling sorcerers. The excellent and worthy Lavater habitually evoked the alleged spirit of Gablidone. He was assassinated. A lemonade-seller of Leipzig, Schroepfer, evoked the animated images of the dead. He blew out his brains with a pistol. One knows what was the unhappy end of Cagliostro. A misfortune greater than death itself is the only thing that can save the life of these imprudent experimenters. They may become idiots or madmen, and then they do not die, if one watches over them with care to prevent them from committing suicide. Magnetic maladies are the road to madness; they are {221} always born from the hypertrophy or atrophy of the nervous system. They resemble hysteria, which is one of their varieties, and are often produced either by excesses of celibacy, or those or exactly the opposite kind. One knows how closely connected with the brain are the organs charged by Nature with the accomplishment of her noblest work: those whose object is the reproduction of being. One does not violate with impunity the sanctuary of Nature. Without risking his own life, no one lifts the veil of the great Isis. Nature is chaste, and it is to chastity that she gives the key of life. To give oneself up to impure loves is to plight one's troth to death. Liberty, which is the life of the soul, is only preserved in the order of Nature. Every voluntary disorder wounds it, prolonged excess murders it. Then, instead of being guided and preserved by reason, one is abandoned to the fatalities of the ebb and flow of magnetic light. The magnetic light devours ceaselessly, because it is always creating, and because, in order to produce continually, one must absorb eternally. Thence come homicidal manias and temptations to commit suicide. Thence comes that spirit of perversity which Edgar Poe has described in so impressive and accurate a manner, and which Mr. de Mirville would be right to call the devil. {222} The devil is the giddiness of the intelligence stupefied by the irresolution of the heart. It is a monomania of nothingness, the lure of the abyss; independently of what it may be according to the decisions of the Catholic, Apostolic, and Roman faith, which we have not the temerity to touch. As to the reproduction of signs and characters by that universal fluid, which we call astral light, to deny its possibility would be to take little account of the most ordinary phenomena of Nature. The mirage in the steppes of Russia, the palace of Morgan le Fay, the figures printed naturally in the heart of stones which Gaffael calls "gamahes," the monstrous deformities of certain children caused by impressions of the nightmares of their mothers, all these phenomena and many others prove that the light is full of reflections and images which it projects and reproduces according to the evocations of the imagination, of memory, or of desire. Hallucination is not always an objectless reverie: as soon as every one sees a thing it is certainly visible; but if this thing is absurd one must rigorously conclude that everybody is deceived or hallucinated by a real appearance. To say (for example) that in the magnetic parties of Mr. Home real and living hands come out of the tables, true hands which some see, others touch, and by which still others feel themselves touched without seeing them, to say that these really corporeal hands are hands of spirits, is to speak like children or madmen; it implies a contradiction in terms. But to deem that such or such apparitions, such or such sensations, are produced, is simply to be sincere, and to mock {223} the mockery of the normal man, even when these normal men are as witty as this or that editor of this or that comic journal. These phenomena of the light which produce apparitions always appear at epochs when humanity is in labour. They are phantoms of the delirium of the world-fever; it is the hysteria of a bored society. Virgil tells us in fine verse that in the time of Caesar Rome was full of spectres; in the time of Vespasian the gates of the Temple of Jerusalem opened of themselves, and a voice was heard crying, "The gods depart." Now, when the gods depart, the devils return. Religious feeling transforms itself into superstition when faith is lost; for souls need to believe, because they thirst for hope. How can faith be lost? How can science doubt the infinite harmony? Because the sanctuary of the absolute is always closed for the majority. But the kingdom of truth, which is that of God, suffers violence, and the violent must take it by force. There exists a dogma, there exists a key, there exists a sublime tradition; and this dogma, this key, this tradition is transcendental magic. There only are found the absolute of knowledge and the eternal bases of law, guardian against all madness, all superstition and all error, the Eden of the intelligence, the ease of the heart, and the peace of the soul. We do not say this in the hope of convincing the scoffer, but only to guide the seeker. Courage and good hope to him; he will surely find, since we ourselves have found. The magical dogma is not that of the mediums. The mediums who dogmatize can teach nothing but anarchy, since their inspiration is drawn from a disordered exaltation. They are always predicting disasters; they deny hierarchical authority; they pose, like Vintras, as sovereign pontiffs. {224} The initiate, on the contrary, respects the hierarchy before all, he loves and preserves order, he bows before sincere beliefs, he loves all signs of immortality in faith, and of redemption by charity, which is all discipline and obedience. We have just read a book published under the influence of astral and magnetic intoxication, and we have been struck by the anarchical tendencies with which it is filled under a great appearance of benevolence and religion. At the head of this book one sees the symbol, or, as the magi call it, "the signature," of the doctrines which it teaches. Instead of the Christian cross, symbol of harmony, alliance and regularity, one sees the tortuous tendrils of the vine, jutting from its twisted stem, images of hallucination and of intoxication. The first ideas set forth by this book are the climax of the absurd. The souls of the dead, it says, are everywhere, and nothing any longer hems them in. It is an infinite overcrowded with gods, returning the one into the other. The souls can and do communicate with us by means of tables and hats. And so, no more regulated instruction, no more priesthood, no more Church, delirium set upon the throne of truth, oracles which write for the salvation of the human race the word attributed to Cambronne, great men who leave the serenity of their eternal destinies to make our furniture dance, and to hold with us conversations like those which Beroalde de Verville<> makes them hold, in "Le Moyen de Parvenir." All this is a great pity; and yet, in America, all this is {225} spreading like an intellectual plague. Young America raves, she has fever; she is, perhaps, cutting her teeth. But France! France to accept such things! No, it is not possible, and it is not so. But while they refuse the doctrines, serious men should observe the phenomena, remain calm in the midst of the agitations of all the fanaticisms (for incredulity also has its own), and judge after having examined. To preserve one's reason in the midst of madmen, one's faith in the midst of superstitions, one's dignity in the midst of buffoons, and one's independence among the sheep of Panurge, is of all miracles the rarest, the finest, and the most difficult to accomplish. CHAPTER IV FLUIDIC PHANTOMS AND THEIR MYSTERIES THE ancients gave different names to these: larvae, lemures (empuses). They loved the vapour of shed blood, and fled from the blade of the sword. Theurgy evoked them, and the Qabalah recognized them under the name of elementary spirits. They were not spirits, however, for they were mortal. They were fluidic coagulations which one could destroy by dividing them. There were a sort of animated mirages, imperfect emanations of human life. The traditions of Black Magic say that they were born owing to the celibacy of Adam. Paracelsus says that the vapours of the blood of hysterical women people the air with phantoms; and these ideas are so ancient, that {226} we find traces of them in Hesiod, who expressly forbids that linen, stained by a pollution of any sort, should be dried before a fire. Persons who are obsessed by phantoms are usually exalted by too rigorous celibacy, or weakened by excesses. Fluidic phantoms are the abortions of the vital light; they are plastic media without body and without spirit, born from the excesses of the spirit and the disorders of the body. These wandering media may be attracted by certain degenerates who are fatally sympathetic to them, and who lend them at their own cost a factitious existence of a more or less durable kind. They then serve as supplementary instruments to the instinctive volitions of these degenerates: never to cure them, always to send them farther astray, and to hallucinate them more and more. If corporeal embryos can take the forms which the imagination of their mothers gives them, the wandering fluidic embryos ought to be prodigiously variable, and to transform themselves with an astonishing facility. Their tendency to give themselves a body in order to attract a soul, makes them condense and assimilate naturally the corporeal molecules which float in the atmosphere. Thus, by coagulating the vapour of blood, they remake blood, that blood which hallucinated maniacs see floating upon pictures or statues. But they are not the only ones to see it. Vintras and Rose Tamisier are neither impostors nor myopics; the blood really flows; doctors examine it, analyse it; it is blood, real human blood: whence comes it? Can it be formed spontaneously in the atmosphere? Can it naturally flow from a marble, from a painted canvas or a host? No, {227} doubtless; this blood did once circulate in veins, then it has been shed, evaporated, dried, the serum has turned into vapour, the globules into impalpable dust, the whole has floated and whirled into the atmosphere, and has then been attracted into the current of a specified electromagnetism. The serum has again become liquid; it has taken up and imbibed anew the globules which the astral light has coloured, and the blood flows. Photography proves to us sufficiently that images are real modifications of light. Now, there exists an accidental and fortuitous photography which makes durable impression of mirages wandering in the atmosphere, upon leaves of trees, in wood, and even in the heart of stones: thus are formed those natural figures to which Gaffarel has consecrated several pages in his book of "Curiosites inouies," those stoned to which he attributes an occult virtue, which he calls "gamalies;" thus are traced those writings and drawings which so greatly astonish the observers of fluidic phenomena. They are astral photographs traced by the imagination of the mediums with or without the assistance of the fluidic larvae. The existence of these larvae has been demonstrated to us in a preemptory manner by a rather curious experience. Several persons, in order to test the magic power of the American Home, asked him to summon up relations which they pretended they had lost, but, who, in reality, had never existed. The spectres did not fail to reply to this appeal, and the phenomena which habitually followed the evocations of the medium were fully manifested. This experience is sufficient of itself to convict of tiresome credulity and of formal error those who believe that spirits {228} intervene to produce these strange phenomena. That the dead may return, it is above all necessary that they should have existed, and demons would not so easily be the dupes of our mystifications. Like all Catholics, we believe in the existence of spirits of darkness, but we know also that the divine power has given them the darkness for an eternal prison, and that the Redeemer saw Satan fall from heaven like lightning. If the demons tempt us, it is by the voluntary complicity of our passions, and it is not permitted to them to make head against the empire of God, and by stupid and useless manifestations to disturb the eternal order of Nature. The diabolical signatures and characters, which are produced without the knowledge of the medium, are evidently not proofs of a tacit or formal pact between these degenerates and intelligences of the abyss. These signs have served from the beginning to express astral vertigo, and remain in a state of mirage in the reflections of the divulged light. Nature also has its recollections, and sends to us the same signs to correspond to the same ideas. In all this, there is nothing either supernatural or infernal. "How! do you want me to admit," said to us the Cure Charvoz, the first vicar of Vintras, "that Satan dares to impress his hideous stigmata upon consecrated materials, which have become the actual body of Jesus Christ?" We declared immediately, that it was equally impossible for us to pronounce in favour of such a blasphemy; and yet, as we demonstrated in our articles in the "Estafette," the signs printed in bleeding characters upon the hosts of Vintras, regularly consecrated by Charvoz, were those which, in {229} Black Magic, are absolutely recognized for the signatures of demons. Astral writings are often ridiculous or obscene. The pretended spirits, when questioned on the greater mysteries of Nature, often reply by that coarse word which became, so they say, heroic on one occasion, in the military mouth of Cambronne. The drawings which pencils will trace if left to their own devices very often reproduce shapeless phalli, such as the anaemic hooligan, as one might picturesquely call him, sketches on the hoardings as he whistles, a further proof of our hypothesis, that wit in no way presides at those manifestations, and that it would be above all sovereignly absurd to recognize in them the intervention of spirits released from the bondage of matter. The Jesuit, Paul Saufidius, who has written on the manners and customs of the Japanese, tells us a very remarkable story. A troop of Japanese pilgrims one day, as they were traversing a desert, saw coming toward them a band of spectres whose number was equal to that of the pilgrims, and which walked at the same pace. These spectres, at first without shape, and like larvae, took on as they approached all the appearance of the human body. Soon they met the pilgrims, and mingled with them, gliding silently between their ranks. Then the Japanese saw themselves double, each phantom having become the perfect image and, as it were, the mirage of each pilgrim. The Japanese were afraid, and prostrated themselves, and the bonze who was conducting them began to pray for them with great contortions and great cries. When the pilgrims rose up again, the phantoms had disappeared, and the troop of devotees was able to continue {230} its path in peace. This phenomenon, whose truth we do not doubt, presents the double characters of a mirage, and of a sudden projection of astral larvae, occasioned by the heat of the atmosphere, and the fanatical exhaustion of the pilgrims. Dr. Brierre de Boismont, in his curious treatise, "Trate des hallucinations," tells us that a man, perfectly sane, who had never had visions, was tormented one morning by a terrible nightmare: he saw in his room a mysterious ape horrible to behold, who gnashed his teeth upon him, and gave himself over to the most hideous contortions. He woke with a start, it was already day; he jumped from his bed, and was frozen with terror on seeing, really present, the frightful object of his dream. The monkey was there, the exact image of the monkey of the nightmare, equally absurd, equally terrible, even making the same grimaces. He could not believe his eyes; he remained nearly half an hour motionless, observing this singular phenomenon, and asking himself whether he was delirious or mad. Ultimately, he approached the phantasm to touch it, and it vanished. Cornelius Gemma, in his "Histore critique universelle," says that in the year 454, in the island of Candia, the phantom of Moses appeared to some Jews on the sea-side; on his forehead he had luminous horns, in his hand was his blasting rod; and he invited them to follow him, showing them with his finger the horizon in the direction of the Holy Land. The news of this prodigy spread abroad, and the Israelites rushed towards the shore in a mob. All saw, or pretended to see, the marvellous apparition: they were, in number, twenty thousand, according to the chronicler, whom we suspect to be slightly exaggerating in this respect. Immediately heads {231} grow hot, and imaginations wild; they believe in a miracle more startling than was of old the passage of the Red Sea. The Jews form in a close column, and run towards the sea; the rear ranks push the front ranks frantically: they think they see the pretended Mosses walk upon the water. A shocking disaster resulted: almost all that multitude was drowned, and the hallucination was only extinguished with the life of the greater number of those unhappy visionaries. Human thought creates what it imagines; the phantoms of superstition project their deformities on the astral light, and live upon the same terrors which give them birth. That black giant which reaches its wings from east to west to hide the light from the world, that monster who devours souls, that frightful divinity of ignorance and fear --- in a word, the devil, --- is still, for a great multitude of children of all ages, a frightful reality. In our "Dogme et rituel de la haute magie" we represented him as the shadow of God, and in saying that, we still hid the half of our thought: God is light without shadow. The devil is only the shadow of the phantom of God! The phantom of God! that last idol of the earth; that anthropomorphic spectre which maliciously makes himself invisible; that finite personification of the infinite; that invisible whom one cannot see without dying --- without dying at least to intelligence and to reason, since in order to see the invisible, one must be mad; the phantom of Him who has no body; the confused form of Him who is without form and without limit; it is in "that" that, without knowing it, the greater number of believers believe. He who "is" essentially, purely, spiritually, without being either absolute being, or an abstract {232} being, or the collection of beings, the intellectual infinite in a word, is so difficult to imagine! Besides, every imagination makes its creator an idolater; he is obliged to believe in it, and worship it. Our spirit should be silent before Him, and our heart alone has the right to give Him a name: Our Father! {233} BOOK II MAGICAL MYSTERIES CHAPTER I THEORY OF THE WILL HUMAN life and its innumerable difficulties have for object, in the ordination of eternal wisdom, the education of the will of man. The dignity of man consists in doing what he will, and in willing the good, in conformity with the knowledge of truth. The good in conformity with the true, is the just. Justice is the practice of reason. Reason is the work of reality. Reality is the science of truth. Truth is idea identical with being. Man arrives at the absolute idea of being by two roads, experience and hypothesis. Hypothesis is probable when it is necessitated by the teachings of experience; it is improbable or absurd when it is rejected by this teaching. Experience is science, and hypothesis is faith. True science necessarily admits faith; true faith necessarily reckons with science. Pascal blasphemed against science, when he said that by reason man could not arrive at the knowledge of any truth. {234} In fact, Pascal died mad. But Voltaire blasphemed no less against science, when he declare that every hypothesis of faith was absurd, and admitted for the rule of reason only the witness of the senses. Moreover, the last word of Voltaire was this contradictory formula: "GOD AND LIBERTY." God! that is to say, a Supreme Master, excludes every idea of liberty, as the school of Voltaire understood it. And Liberty, by which is meant an absolute independence of any master, which excludes all idea of God. The word GOD expresses the supreme personification of law, and by consequence, of duty; and if by the word LIBERTY, you are willing to accept our interpretation, THE RIGHT OF DOING ONE'S DUTY, we in our turn will take it for a motto, and we shall repeat, without contradiction and without error: "GOD AND LIBERTY." As there is no liberty for man but in the order which results from the true and the good, one may say that the conquest of liberty is the great work of the human soul. Man, by freeing himself from his evil passions and their slavery, creates himself, as it were, a second time. Nature made him living and suffering; he makes himself happy and immortal; he thus becomes the representative of divinity upon earth, and (relatively) exercises its almighty power. AXIOM I Nothing resists the will of man, when he knows the truth, and wills the good. {235} AXIOM II To will evil, is to will death. A perverse will is a beginning of suicide. AXIOM III To will good with violence, is to will evil, for violence produces disorder, and disorder produces evil. AXIOM IV One can, and one should, accept evil as the means of good; but one must never will it or do it, otherwise one would destroy with one hand what one builds with the other. Good faith never justifies bad means; it corrects them when one undergoes them, and condemns them when one takes them. AXIOM V To have the right to possess always, one must will patiently and long. AXIOM VI To pass one's life in willing that it is impossible to possess always, is to abdicate life and accept the eternity of death. AXIOM VII The more obstacles the will surmounts, the stronger it is. It is for this reason that Christ glorified poverty and sorrow. AXIOM VIII When the will is vowed to the absurd, it is reproved by eternal reason. AXIOM IX The will of the just man is the will of God himself, and the law of Nature. {236} AXIOM X It is by the will that the intelligence sees. If the will is healthy, the sight is just. God said: "Let there be light!" and light is; the will says, "Let the world be as I will to see it!" and the intelligence sees it as the will has willed. This is the meaning of the word, "So be it,"<> which confirms acts of faith. AXIOM XI When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them. AXIOM XII To affirm and to will what ought to be is to create; to affirm and will what ought not to be, is to destroy. AXIOM XIII Light<> is an electric fire put by Nature at the service of the will; it lights those who know how to use it, it burns those who abuse it. AXIOM XIV The empire of the world is the empire of the light.<> AXIOM XV Great intellects whose wills are badly balanced are like comets which are aborted suns. AXIOM XVI To do nothing is as fatal as to do evil, but it is more cowardly. The most unpardonable of mortal sins is inertia. {237} AXIOM XVII To suffer is to work. A great sorrow suffered is a progress accomplished. Those who suffer much live more than those who do not suffer. AXIOM XVIII Voluntary death from devotion is not suicide; it is the apotheosis of the will. AXIOM XIX Fear is nothing but idleness of the will, and for that reason public opinion scourges cowards. AXIOM XX Succeed in not fearing the lion, and the lion will fear you. Say to sorrow: "I will that you be a pleasure, more even than a pleasure, a happiness." AXIOM XXI A chain of iron is easier to break than a chain of flowers. AXIOM XXII Before saying that a man is happy or unhappy, find out what the direction of his will has made of him: Tiberius died every day at Capri, while Jesus proved his immortality and even his divinity on Calvary and upon the Cross. {238} CHAPTER II THE POWER OF THE WORD It is the word which creates forms; and forms in their turn react upon the word, in order to modify it and complete it. Every word of truth is a beginning of an act of justice. One asks if man may sometimes be necessarily driven to evil. Yes, when his judgment is false, and consequently his word unjust. But one is responsible for a false judgment as for a bad action. What falsifies the judgment is selfishness and its unjust vanities. The unjust word, unable to realize itself by creation, realizes itself by destruction. It must either slay or be slain. If it were able to remain without action, it would be the greatest of all disorders, an abiding blasphemy against truth. Such is that idle word of which Christ has said that one will give account at the Day of Judgment. A jesting word, a comicality which "recreates" and causes laughter, is not an idle word. The beauty of the word is a splendour of truth. A true word in always beautiful, a beautiful word is always true. For this reason works of art are always holy when they are beautiful. {239} What does it matter to me that Anacreon should sing of Bathyllus, if in his verse I hear the notes of that divine harmony which is the eternal hymn of beauty? Poetry is pure as the Sun: it spreads its veil of light over the errors of humanity. Woe to him who would lift the veil in order to perceive things ugly! The Council of Trent decided that it was permissible for wise and prudent persons to read the books of the ancients, even those which were obscene, on account of the beauty of the form. A statue of Nero or of Heliogabalus made like a masterpiece of Phidias, would it not be an absolutely beautiful and absolutely good work? --- and would not he deserve the execration of the whole world who would propose to break it because it was the representation of a monster? Scandalous statues are those which are badly sculptured, and the Venus of Milo would be desecrated if one placed her beside some of the Virgins which they dare to exhibit in certain churches. One realizes evil in books of morality ill-written far more than in the poetry of Catullus or the ingenious Allegories of Apuleius. There are no bad books, except those which are badly conceived and badly executed. Every word of beauty is a word of truth. It is a light crystallized in speech. But in order that the most brilliant light may be produced and made visible, a shadow is necessary; and the creative word, that it may become efficacious, needs contradictions. It must submit to the ordeal of negation, of sarcasm, and then to that more cruel yet, of indifference and forgetfulness. {240} The Master said: "If a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone; but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." Affirmation and negation must, then, marry each other, and from their union will be born the practical truth, the real and progressive word. It is necessity which should constrain the workmen to choose for the corner-stone that which they had at first despised and rejected. Let contradiction, then, never discourage men of initiative! Earth is necessary for the ploughshare, and the earth resists because it is in labour. It defends itself like all virgins; it conceives and brings forth slowly like all mothers. You, then, who wish to sow a new plant in the field of intelligence, understand and respect the modesties and reluctances of limited experience and slow-moving reason. When a new word comes into the world, it needs swaddling clothes and bandages; genius brought it forth, but it is for experience to nourish it. Do not fear that it will die of neglect! Oblivion is for it a favourable time of rest, and contradictions help it to grow. When a sun bursts forth in space it creates worlds or attracts them to itself. A single spark of fixed light promises a universe to space. All magic is in a word, and that word pronounced qabalistically is stronger than all the powers of Heaven, Earth and Hell. With the name of "Jod he vau he," one commands Nature: kingdoms are conquered in the name of Adonai, and the occult forces which compose the empire of Hermes are one and all obedient to him who knows how to pronounce duly the incommunicable name of Agla. In order to pronounce duly the great words of the Qabalah, {241} one must pronounce them with a complete intelligence, with a will that nothing checks, an activity that nothing daunts. In magic, to have said is to have done; the word begins with letters, it ends with acts. One does not really will a thing unless one wills it with all one's heart, to the point of breaking for it one's dearest affections; and with all one's forces, to the point of risking one's health, one's fortune, and one's life. It is by absolute devotion that faith proves itself and constitutes itself. But the man armed with such a faith will be able to move mountains. The most fatal enemy of our souls is idleness. Inertia intoxicates us and sends us to sleep; but the sleep of inertia is corruption and death. The faculties of the human soul are like the waves of the ocean. To keep them sweet, they need the salt and bitterness of tears: they need the whirlwinds of Heaven: they need to be shaken by the storm. When, instead of marching upon the path of progress, we wish to have ourselves carried, we are sleeping in the arms of death. It is to us that it is spoken, as to the paralytic man in the Gospel, "Take up thy bed and walk!" It is for us to carry death away, to plunge it into life. Consider the magnificent and terrible metaphor of St. John; Hell is a sleeping fire. It is a life without activity and without progress; it is sulphur in stagnation: "stagnum ignis et sulphuris." The sleeping life is like the idle word, and it is of that that men will have to give an account in the Day of Judgment. Intelligence speaks, and matter stirs. It will not rest until it has taken the form given to it by the word. Behold the Christian word, how for these nineteen centuries it has put {242} the world to work! What battles of giants! How many errors set forth and rebutted! How much deceived and irritated Christianity lies at the bottom of Protestantism, from the sixteenth century to the eighteenth! Human egotism, in despair at its defeats, has whipped up all its stupidities in turn. They have re-clothed the Saviour of the world with every rag and with every mocking purple. After Jesus the Inquisitor they have invented the "sans-culotte" Jesus! Measure if you can all the tears and all the blood that have flowed; calculate audaciously all that will yet be shed before the arrival of the Messianic reign of the Man-God who shall submit at once all passions to powers and all powers to justice. THY KINGDOM COME! For nigh on nineteen hundred years, over the whole surface of the earth, this has been the cry of seven hundred million throats, and the Israelites yet await the Messiah! He said that he would come, and come he will. He came to die, and he has promised to return to live. HEAVEN IS THE HARMONY OF GENEROUS SENTIMENTS. HELL IS THE CONFLICT OF COWARDLY INSTINCTS. When humanity, by dint of bloody and dolorous experience, has truly understood this double truth, it will abjure the Hell of selfishness to enter into the Heaven of devotion and of Christian charity. The lyre of Orpheus civilized savage Greece, and the lyre of Amphion built Thebes the Mysterious, because harmony is truth. The whole of Nature is harmony. But the Gospel is not a lyre: it is the book of the eternal principles which should and will regulate all the lyres and all the living harmonies of the universe. {243} While the world does not understand these three words: Truth, Reason, Justice, and these: Duty, Hierarchy, Society, the revolutionary motto, "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity," will be nothing but a threefold lie. CHAPTER III MYSTERIOUS INFLUENCES NO middle course is possible. Every man is either good or bad. The indifferent, the lukewarm are not good; they are consequently bad, and the worst of all the bad, for they are imbecile and cowardly. The battle of life is like a civil war; those who remain neutral betray both parties alike, and renounce the right to be numbered among the children of the fatherland. We all of us breathe in the life of others, and we breathe upon them in some sort a part of our own existence. Good and intelligent men are, unknown to themselves, the doctors of humanity; foolish and wicked men are public poisoners. There are people in whose company one feel refreshed. Look at that young society woman! She chatters, she laughs, she dresses like everybody else; why, then, is everything in her better and more perfect? Nothing is more natural than her manner, nothing franker and more nobly free than her conversation. Near her everything should be at its ease, except bad sentiments, but near her they are impossible. She does not seek hearts, but draws them to herself and lifts them up. She does not intoxicate, she {244} enchants. Her whole personality preaches a perfection more amiable than virtue itself. She is more gracious than grace, her acts are easy and inimitable, like fine music and poetry. It is of her that a charming woman, too friendly to be her rival, said after a ball: "I thought I saw the Holy Bible frolicking." Now look upon the other side of the sheet! See this other woman who affects the most rigid devotion, and would be scandalized if she heard the angels sing; but her talk is malevolent, her glance haughty and contemptuous; when she speaks of virtue she makes vice lovable. For her God is a jealous husband, and she makes a great merit of not deceiving him. Her maxims are desolating, her actions due to vanity more than to charity, and one might say after having met her at church: "I have seen the devil at prayer." On leaving the first, one feels one's self full of love for all that is beautiful, good and generous. One is happy to have well said to her all the noble things with which she has inspired you, and to have been approved by her.<> One says to one's self that life is good, since God has bestowed it on such souls as hers; one is full of courage and of hope. The other leaves you weakened and baffled, or perhaps, what is worse, full of evil designs; she makes you doubt of honour, piety and duty; in her presence one only escapes from weariness by the door of evil desires. One has uttered slander to please her, humiliated one's self to flatter her pride, one remains discontented with her and with one's self. The lively and certain sentiment of these diverse influences is proper to well-balanced spirits and delicate consciences, {245} and it is precisely that which the old ascetic writers called the power of discerning spirits. You are cruel consolers, said Job to his pretended friends. It is, in fact, the vicious that afflict rather than console. They have a prodigious tact for finding and choosing the most desperate banalities. Are you weeping for a broken affection? How simple you are! they were playing with you, they did not love you. You admit sorrowfully that your child limps; in friendly fashion, they bid you remark that he is a hunchback. If he coughs and that alarms you, they conjure you tenderly to take great care of him, perhaps he is consumptive. Has you wife been ill for a long time? Cheer up, she will die of it! Hope and work is the message of Heaven to us by the voice of all good souls. Despair and die, Hell cries to us in every word and movement, even in all the friendly acts and caresses of imperfect or degraded beings. Whatever the reputation of any one may be, and whatever may be the testimonies of friendship that that person may give you, if, on leaving him, you feel yourself less well disposed and weaker, he is pernicious for you: avoid him. Our double magnetism produces in us two sorts of sympathies. We need to absorb and to radiate turn by turn. Our heart loves contrasts, and there are few women who have loved two men of genius in succession. One finds peace through the protection which one's own weariness of admiration gives; it is the law of equilibrium; but sometimes even sublime natures are surprised in caprices of vulgarity. Man, said the Abbe Gerbert, is the shadow of {246} a God in the body of a beast; there are in him the friends of the angel and the flatterers of the animal. The angel attracts us; but if we are not on our guard, it is the beast that carries us away: it will even drag us fatally with it when it is a question of beastliness; that is to say, of the satisfactions of that life the nourisher of death, which, in the language of beasts is called "real life." In religion, the Gospel is a sure guide; it is not so in business, and there are a great many people who, if they had to settle the temporal succession of Jesus Christ, would more willingly come to an agreement with Judas Iscariot than with St. Peter. One admires probity, said Juvenal, and one leaves it to freeze to death. If such and such a celebrated man, for example, had not scandalously solicited wealth, would one ever have thought of endowing his old muse? Who would have left him legacies? Virtue has our admiration, our purse owes it nothing, that great lady is rich enough without us. One would rather give to vice, it is so poor! "I do not like beggars, and I only give to the poor who are ashamed to beg," said one day a man of wit. "But what do you give them since you do not know them?" "I give them my admiration and my esteem, and I have no need to know them to do that." "How is it that you need so much money?" they asked another, "you have no children and no calls on you." "I have my poor folk, and I cannot prevent myself from giving them a great deal of money." "Make me acquainted with the, perhaps I will give them something too." "Oh! you know some of them already, I have no doubt. I have seven who cost me an enormous amount, and {247} an eighth who costs more than the seven others. The seven are the seven deadly sing; the eighth is gambling." Another dialogue: --- "Give me five francs, sir, I am dying of hunger." "Imbecile! you are dying of hunger, and you want me to encourage you in so evil a course? You are dying of hunger, and you have the impudence to admit it. You wish to make me the accomplice of your incapacity, the abetter of your suicide. You want to put a premium on wretchedness. For whom do you take me? Do you think I am a rascal like yourself? ..." And yet another: --- "By the way, old fellow, could you lend me a thousand pounds? I want to seduce an honest woman." "Ah! that is bad, but I can never refuse anything to a friend. Here they are. When you have succeeded you might give me her address." That is what is called in England, and elsewhere, the manners of a gentleman. "The man of honour who is out of work steals, and does not beg!" replied, one day, Cartouche to a passer-by who asked alms of him. It is as emphatic as the word which tradition associates with Cambronne, and perhaps the famous thief and the great general both really replied in the same manner. It was that same Cartouche who offered, on another occasion, of his own accord and without it being asked of him, twenty thousand pounds to a bankrupt. One must act properly to one's brothers. Mutual assistance is a law of nature. To aid those who are like ourselves is to aid ourselves. But above mutual {248} assistance rises a holier and greater law: it is universal assistance, it is charity. We all admire and love Saint Vincent de Paul, but we have also a secret weakness for the cleverness, the presence of mind, and, above all, the audacity of Cartouche. The avowed accomplices of our passions may disgust us by humiliating us; at our own risk and peril our pride will teach us how to resist them. But what is more dangerous for us than our hypocritical and hidden accomplices? They follow us like sorrow, await us like the abyss, surround us like infatuation. We excuse them in order to excuse ourselves, defending them in order to defend ourselves, justifying them in order to justify ourselves, and we submit to them finally because we must, because we have not the strength to resist our inclinations, because we lack the will to do so. They have possessed themselves of our ascendant, as Paracelsus says, and where they wish to lead us we shall go. They are our bad angels. We know it in the depths of our consciousness; but we put up with them, we have made ourselves their servants that they also may be ours. Our passions treated tenderly and flattered, have become slave-mistresses; and those who serve our passions our valets, and our masters. We breathe out our thoughts and breathe in those of others imprinted in the astral light which has become their electro-magnetic atmosphere: and thus the companionship of the wicked is less fatal to the good than that of vulgar, cowardly, and tepid beings. Strong antipathy warns us easily, and saves us from the contact of gross vices; it is not thus with disguised vices vices to a certain extend diluted {249} and become almost lovable. An honest woman will experience nothing but disgust in the society of a prostitute, but she has everything to fear from the seductions of a coquette. One knows that madness is contagious, but the mad are more particularly dangerous when they are amiable and sympathetic. One enters little by little into their circle of ideas, one ends by understanding their exaggerations, while partaking their enthusiasm, one grows accustomed to their logic that has lost its way, one ends by finding that they are not as mad as one thought at first. Thence to believing that they alone are right there is but one step. One likes them, one approves of them, one is as mad as they are. The affections are free and may be based on reason, but sympathies are of fatalism, and very frequently unreasonable. They depend on the more or less balanced attractions of the magnetic light, and act on men in the same way as upon animals. One will stupidly take pleasure in the society of a person in whom is nothing lovable, because one is mysteriously attracted and dominated by him. And often enough, these strange sympathies began by lively antipathies; the fluids repelled each other at first, and subsequently became balanced. The equilibrating speciality of the plastic medium of every person is what Paracelsus calls his "ascendant," and he gives the name of "flagum" to the particular reflection of the habitual ideas of each one in the universal light. One arrives at the knowledge of the "ascendant" of a person by the sensitive divination of the "flagum," and by a persistent direction of the will. One turns the active side of one's own ascendant towards the passive side of the ascendant of {250} another when one wishes to take hold of that other and dominate him. The astral ascendant has been divined by other magi, who gave it the name of "tourbillon" (vortex). It is, say they, a current of specialized light, representing always the same circle of images, and consequently determined and determining impressions. These vortices exist for men as for stars. "The stars," said Paracelsus, "breathe out their luminous soul, and attract each other's radiation. The soul of the earth, prisoner of the fatal laws of gravitation, frees itself by specializing itself, and passes through the instinct of animals to arrive at the intelligence of man. The active portion of this will is dumb, but it preserves in writing the secrets of Nature. The free part can no longer read this fatal writing without instantaneously losing its liberty. One does not pass from dumb and vegetative contemplation to free vibrating thought without changing one's surroundings and one's organs. Thence comes the forgetfulness which accompanies birth, and the vague reminiscences of our sickly intuitions, always analogous to the visions of our ecstasies and of our dreams." This revelation of that great master of occult medicine throws a fierce light on all the phenomena of somnambulism and of divination. There also, for whoever knows how to find it, is the true key of evocation, and of communication with the fluidic soul of the earth. Those persons whose dangerous influence makes itself felt by a single touch are those who make part of a fluidic association, or who either voluntarily or involuntarily make use of a current of astral light which has gone astray. Those, {251} for example, who live in isolation, deprived of all communication with humanity, and who are daily in fluidic sympathy with animals gathered together in great number, as is ordinarily the case with shepherds, are possessed of the demon whose name is "legion;" in their turn they reign despotically over the fluid souls of the flocks that are confided to their care: consequently their good-will or ill-will makes their cattle prosper or die; and this influence of animal sympathy can be exercised by them upon human plastic mediums which are ill defended, owing either to a weak will or a limited intelligence. Thus are explained the bewitchments which are habitually made by shepherds, and the still quite recent phenomena of the Presbytery of Cideville. Cideville is a little village of Normandy, where a few years ago were produced phenomena like those which have since occurred under the influence of Mr. Home. M. de Mirville has studied them carefully, and M. Gougenet Desmousseaux has reprinted all the details in a book, published in 1854, entitled "Moeurs et pratiques des demons." The most remarkable thing in this latter author is that he seems to divine the existence of the plastic medium or the fluidic body. "We have certainly not two souls," said he, "but perhaps we have two bodies." Everything that he says, in fact, would seem to prove this hypothesis. He saw a shepherd whose fluidic form haunted a Presbytery, and who was wounded at a distance by blows inflicted on his astral larva. We shall here ask of MM. de Mirville and Gougenet Desmousseaux if they take this shepherd for the devil, and if, far or near, the devil such as they conceive him can be scratched {252} or wounded. At that time, in Normandy, the magnetic illnesses of mediums were hardly known, and this unhappy sleep- walker, who ought to have been cared for an cured, was roughly treated and even beaten, not even in his fludic appearance, but in his proper person, by the Vicar himself. That is, one must agree, a singular kind of exorcism! If those violences really took place, and if they may be imputed to a Churchman whom one considers, and who may be, for all we know, very good and very respectable, let us admit that such writers as MM. de Mirville and Gougenet Desmousseaux make themselves not a little his accomplices! The laws of physical life are inexorable, and in his animal nature man is born a slave to fatality; it is by dint of struggles against his instincts that he may win moral freedom. Two different existences are then possible for us upon the earth; one fatal, the other free. The fatal being is the toy or instrument of a force which he does not direct. Now, when the instruments of fatality meet and collide, the stronger breaks or carries away the weaker; truly emancipated beings fear neither bewitchments nor mysterious influences. You may reply that an encounter with Cain may be fatal for Abel. Doubtless; but such a fatality is an advantage to the pure and holy victim, it is only a misfortune for the assassin. Just as among the righteous there is a great community of virtues and merits, there is among the wicked an absolute solidarity of fatal culpability and necessary chastisement. Crime resides in the tendencies of the heart. Circumstances which are almost always independent of the will are the only causes of the gravity of the acts. If fatality had made Nero {253} a slave, he would have become an actor or a gladiator, and would not have burned Rome: would it be to him that one should be grateful for that? Nero was the accomplice of the whole Roman people, and those who should have prevented them incurred the whole responsibility for the frenzies of this monster. Seneca, Burrhus, Thrasea, Corbulon, theirs is the real guilt of that fearful reign; great men who were either selfish or incapable! The only thing they knew was how to die. If one of the bears of the Zoological Gardens escaped and devoured several people, would one blame him or his keepers? Whoever frees himself from the common errors of mankind is obliged to pay a ransom proportional to the sum of these errors: Socrates pays for Aneitus, and Jesus was obliged to suffer a torment whose terror was equal to the whole treason of Judas. Thus, by paying the debts of fatality, hard-won liberty purchases the empire of the world; it is hers to bind and to unbind. God has put in her hands the keys of Heaven and of Hell. You men who abandon brutes to themselves wish them to devour you. The rabble, slaves of fatality, can only enjoy liberty by absolute obedience to the will of free men; they ought to work for those who are responsible for them. But when the brute governs brutes, when the blind leads the blind, when the leader is as subject to fatality as the masses, what must one expect? What but the most shocking catastrophes? In that we shall never be disappointed. By admitting the anarchical dogmas of 1789, Louis XVI {254} launched the State upon a fatal slope. From that moment all the crimes of the Revolution weighed upon him alone; he alone had failed in his duty. Robespierre and Marat only did what they had to do. Girondins and Montagnards killed each other in the workings of fatality, and their violent deaths were so many necessary catastrophes; at that epoch there was but one great and legitimate execution, really sacred, really expiatory: that of the King. The principle of royalty would have fallen if that too weak price had escaped. But a transaction between order and disorder was impossible. One does not inherit from those whom one murders; one robs them; and the Revolution rehabilitated Louis XVI by assassinating him. After so many concessions, so many weaknesses, so many unworthy abasements, that man, consecrated a second time by misfortune, was able at least to say, as he walked to the scaffold: "The Revolution is condemned, and I am always the King of France"! To be just is to suffer for all those who are not just, but it is life: to be wicked is to suffer for one's self without winning life; it is to deceive one's self, to do evil, and to win eternal death. To recapitulate: Fatal influences are those of death. Living influences are those of life. According as we are weaker or stronger in life, we attract or repel witchcraft. This occult power is only too real, but intelligence and virtue will always find the means to avoid its obsessions and its attacks. {255} CHAPTER IV MYSTERIES OF PERVERSITY HUMAN equilibrium is composed of two attractions, one towards death, the other towards life. Fatality is the vertigo which drags us to the abyss; liberty is the reasonable effort which lifts us above the fatal attractions of death. What is mortal sin? It is apostasy from our own liberty; it is to abandon ourselves to the law of inertia. An unjust act is a compact with injustice; now, every injustice is an abdication of intelligence. We fall from that moment under the empire of force whose reactions always crush everything which is unbalanced. The love of evil and the formal adhesion of the will to injustice are the last efforts of the expiring will. Man, whatever he may do, is more than a brute, and he cannot abandon himself like a brute to fatality. He must choose. He must love. The desperate soul that thinks itself in love with death is still more alive than a soul without love. Activity for evil can and should lead back a man to good, by counter-stroke and by reaction. The true evil, that for which there is no remedy, is inertia.<> The abysses of grace correspond to the abysses of perversity. God has often made saints of scoundrels; but He has never done anything with the half- hearted and the cowardly. Under penalty of reprobation, one must work, one must act. Nature, moreover, sees to this, and if we will not march on with all our courage towards life, she flings us with all {256} her forces towards death. She drags those who will not walk. A man whom one may call the great prophet of drunkards, Edgar Poe, that sublime madman, that genius of lucid extravagance, has depicted with terrifying reality the nightmares of perversity. ... "I killed the old man because he squinted." "I did that because I ought not to have done it." There is the terrible antistrophe of Tertullian's "Credo quia absurdum." To brave God and to insult Him, is a final act of faith.<> "The dead praise thee not, O Lord," said the Psalmist; and we might add if we dared: "The dead do not blaspheme thee." "O my son!" said a father as he leaned over the bed of his child who had fallen into lethargy after a violent access of delirium: "insult me again, beat me, bite me, I shall feel that you are still alive, but do not rest for ever in the frightful silence of the tomb!" A great crime always comes to protest against great lukewarmness. A hundred thousand good priests, had their charity been more active, might have prevented the crime of the wretch Verger. The Church has the right to judge, condemn and punish an ecclesiastic who causes scandal; but she has not the right to abandon him to the frenzies of despair and the temptations of misery and hunger. Nothing is so terrifying as nothingness, and if one could ever formulate the conception of it, if it were possible to admit it, Hell would be a thing to hope for. This is why Nature itself seeks and imposes expiation as a remedy; that is why chastisement is a chastening, as that {257} great Catholic Count Joseph de Maistre so well understood; this is why the penalty of death is a natural right, and will never disappear from human laws. The stain of murder would be indelible if God did not justify the scaffold; the divine power, abdicated by society and usurped by criminals, would belong to them without dispute. Assassination would then become a virtue when it exercised the reprisals of outraged nature. Private vengeance would protest against the absence of public expiation, and from the splinters of the broken sword of justice anarchy would forge its daggers. "If God did away with Hell, men would make another in order to defy Him," said a good priest to us one day. He was right: and it is for that reason that Hell is so anxious to be done away with. Emancipation! is the cry of every vice. Emancipation of murder by the abolition of the pain of death; emancipation of prostitution and infanticide by the abolition of marriage; emancipation of idleness and rapine by the abolition of property. ... So revolves the whirlwind of perversity until it arrives at this supreme and secret formula: Emancipation of death by the abolition of life! It is by the victories of toil that one escapes from the fatalities of sorrow. What we call death is but the eternal parturition of Nature. Ceaselessly she re-absorbs and takes again to her breast all that is not born of the spirit. Matter, in itself inert, can only exist by virtue of perpetual motion, and spirit, naturally volatile, can only endure by fixing itself. Emancipation from the laws of fatality by the free adhesion of the spirit to the true and good, is what the Gospel calls the spiritual birth; the re-absorption into the eternal bosom of Nature is the second death. {258} Unemancipated beings are drawn towards this second death by a fatal gravitation; the one drags the other, as the divine Michel Angelo has made us see so clearly in his great picture of the Last Judgment; they are clinging and tenacious like drowning men, and free spirits must struggle energetically against them, that their flight may not be hindered by them, that they may not be pulled back to Hell. This war is as ancient as the world; the Greeks figured it under the symbols of Eros and Anteros, and the Hebrews by the antagonism of Cain and Abel. It is the war of the Titans and the Gods. The two armies are everywhere invisible, disciplined and always ready for attack or counterattack. Simple-minded folk on both sides, astonished at the instant and unanimous resistance that they meet, begin to believe in vast plots cleverly organized, in hidden, all-powerful societies. Eugene Sue invents Rodin;<> churchmen talk of the Illuminati and of the Freemasons; Wronski dreams of his bands of mystics, and there is nothing true and serious beneath all that but the necessary struggle of order and disorder, of the instincts and of thought; the result of that struggle is balance in progress, and the devil always contributes, despite himself, to the glory of St. Michael. Physical love is the most perverse of all fatal passions. It is the anarchist of anarchists; it knows neither law, duty, truth nor justice. It would make the maiden walk over the corpses of her parents. It is an irrepressible intoxication; a furious madness. It is the vertigo of fatality seeking new victims; the cannibal drunkenness of Saturn who wishes to {259} become a father in order that he may have more children to devour. To conquer love is to triumph over the whole of Nature. To submit it to justice is to rehabilitate life by devoting it to immortality; thus the greatest works of the Christian revelation are the creation of voluntary virginity and the sanctification of marriage. While love is nothing but a desire and an enjoyment, it is mortal. In order to make itself eternal it must become a sacrifice, for then it becomes a power and a virtue.<> It is the struggle of Eros and Anteros which produces the equilibrium of the world. Everything that over-excites sensibility leads to depravity and crime. Tears call for blood. It is with great emotions as with strong drink; to use them habitually is to abuse them. Now, every abuse of the emotions perverts the moral sense; one seeks them for their own sakes; one sacrifices everything in order to procure them for one's self. A romantic woman will easily become an Old Bailey heroine. She may even arrive at the deplorable and irreparable absurdity of killing herself in order to admire herself, and pity herself, in seeing herself die! Romantic habits lead women to hysteria and men to melancholia. Manfred, Rene, Lelia are types of perversity only the more profound in that they argue on behalf of their unhealthy pride, and make poems of their dementia. One asks one's self with terror what monster might be born from the coupling of Manfred and Lelia! The loss of the moral sense is a true insanity; the man who does not, first of all, obey justice no longer belongs to himself; he walks without a light in the night of his existence; {260} he shakes like one in a dream, a prey to the nightmare of his passions. The impetuous currents of instinctive life and the feeble resistances of the will form an antagonism so distinct that the qabalists hypothesized the super-foetation of souls; that is to say, they believed in the presence in one body of several souls who dispute it with each other and often seek to destroy it. Very much as the shipwrecked sailors of the "Medusa," when they were disputing the possession of the too small raft, sought to sink it. It is certain that, in making one's self the servant of any current whatever, of instincts or even of ideas, one gives up one's personality, and becomes the slave of that multitudinous spirit whom the Gospel calls "legion." Artists know this well enough. Their frequent evocations of the universal light enervate them. They become "mediums," that is to say, sick men. The more success magnifies them in public opinion, the more their personality diminishes. They become crotchety, envious, wrathful. They do not admit that any merit, even in a different sphere, can be placed besides theirs; and, having become unjust, they dispense even with politeness. To escape this fatality, really great men isolate themselves from all comradeship, knowing it to be death to liberty. They save themselves by a proud unpopularity from the contamination of the vile multitude. If Balzac had been during his life a man of a clique or of a party, he would not have remained after his death the great and universal genius of our epoch. The light illuminates neither things insensible nor closed eyes, or at least it only illuminates them for the profit of those who see. The word of Genesis, "Let there be light!" {261} is the cry of victory with which intelligence triumphs over darkness. This word is sublime in effect because it expresses simply the greatest and most marvellous thing in the world: the creation of intelligence by itself, when, calling its powers together, balancing its faculties, it says: I wish to immortalize myself with the sight of the eternal truth. Let there be light! and there is light. Light, eternal as God, begins every day for all eyes that are open to see it. Truth will be eternally the invention and the creation of genius; it cries: Let there be light! and genius itself is, because light is. Genius is immortal because it understands that light is eternal. Genius contemplates truth as its work because it is the victor of light, and immortality is the triumph of light because it will be the recompense and crown of genius. But all spirits do not see with justness, because all hearts do not will with justice. There are souls for whom the true light seems to have no right to be. They content themselves with phosphorescent visions, abortions of light, hallucinations of thought; and, loving these phantoms, fear the day which will put them to flight, because they feel that, the day not being made for their eyes, they would fall back into a deeper darkness. It is thus that fools first fear, then calumniate, insult, pursue and condemn the sages. One must pity them, and pardon them, for they know not what they do. True light rests and satisfies the soul; hallucination, on the contrary, tires it and worries it. The satisfactions of madness are like those gastronomic dreams of hungry men which sharpen their hunger without ever satisfying it. Thence are born irritations and troubles, discouragements and despairs. --- Life is always a lie to us, say the disciples of {262} Werther, and therefore we wish to die! Poor children, it is not death that you need, it is life. Since you have been in the world you have died every day; is it from the cruel pleasure of annihilation that you would demand a remedy for the annihilation of your pleasure? No, life has never deceived you, you have not yet lived. What you have been taking for life is but the hallucinations and the dreams of the first slumber of death! All great criminals have hallucinated themselves on purpose; and those who hallucinate themselves on purpose may be fatally led to become great criminals. Our personal light specialized, brought forth, determined by our own overmastering affection, is the germ of our paradise or of our Hell. Each one of us (in a sense) conceives, bears, and nourishes his good or evil angel. The conception of truth gives birth in us to the good genius; intentional untruth hatches and brings up nightmares and phantoms. Everyone must nourish his children; and our life consumes itself for the sake of our thoughts. Happy are those who find again immortality in the creations of their soul! Woe unto them who wear themselves out to nourish falsehood and to fatten death! for every one will reap the harvest of his own sowing. There are some unquiet and tormented creature whose influence is disturbing and whose conversation is fatal. In their presence one feels one's self irritated, and one leaves their presence angry; yet, by a secret perversity, one looks for them, in order to experience the disturbance and enjoy the malevolent emotions which they give us. Such persons suffer from the contagious maladies of the spirit of perversity. The spirit of perversity has always for its secret motive {263} the thirst of destruction, and its final aim is suicide. The murderer of Elisabide, on his own confession, not only felt the savage need of killing his relations and friends, but he even wished, had it been possible --- he said it in so many words at his trial --- "to burst the globe like a cooked chestnut." Lacenaire, who spent his days in plotting murders, in order to have the means of passing his nights in ignoble orgies or in the excitement of gambling, boasted aloud that he had lived. He called that living, and he sang a hymn to the guillotine, which he called his beautiful betrothed, and the world was full of imbeciles who admired the wretch! Alfred de Musset, before extinguishing himself in drunkenness, wasted one of the finest talents of his century in songs of cold irony and of universal disgust. The unhappy man had been bewitched by the breath of a profoundly perverse woman, who, after having killed him, crouched like a ghoul upon his body and tore his winding sheet. We asked one day, of a young writer of this school, what his literature proved. It proves, he replied frankly and simply, that one must despair and die. What apostleship, and what a doctrine! But these are the necessary and regular conclusions of the spirit of perversity; to aspire ceaselessly to suicide, to calumniate life and nature, to invoke death every day without being able to die. This is eternal Hell, it is the punishment of Satan, that mythological incarnation of the spirit of perversity; the true translation into French of the Greek word "Diabolos," or devil, is "le pervers --- the perverse." Here is a mystery which debauchees do not suspect. It is this: one cannot enjoy even the material pleasures of life but by virtue of the moral sense. Pleasure is the music of the {264} interior harmonies; the senses are only its instruments, instruments which sound false in contact with a degraded soul. The wicked can feel nothing, because they can love nothing: in order to love one must be good. Consequently for them everything is empty, and it seems to them that Nature is impotent, because they are so themselves; they doubt everything because they know nothing; they blaspheme everything because they taste nothing; they caress in order to degrade; they drink in order to get drunk; they sleep in order to forget; they wake in order to endure mortal boredom: thus will live, or rather thus will die, every day he who frees himself from every law and every duty in order to make himself the slave of his passions. The world, and eternity itself, become useless to him who makes himself useless to the world and to eternity. Our will, by acting directly upon our plastic medium, that is to say, upon the portion of astral life which is specialized in us, and which serves us for the assimilation and configuration of the elements necessary to our existence; our will, just or unjust, harmonious or perverse, shapes the medium in its own image and gives it beauty in conformity with what attracts us. Thus moral monstrosity produces physical ugliness; for the astral medium, that interior architect of our bodily edifice, modifies it ceaselessly according to our real or factitious needs. It enlarges the belly and the jaws of the greedy, thins the lips of the miser, makes the glances of impure women shameless, and those of the envious and malicious venomous. When selfishness has prevailed in the soul, the look becomes cold, the features hard: the harmony of form disappears, and according to the absorption or radiant speciality of this {265} selfishness, the limbs dry up or become encumbered with fat. Nature, in making of our body the portrait of our soul, guarantees its resemblance for ever, and tirelessly retouches it. You pretty women who are not good, be sure that you will not long remain beautiful. Beauty is the loan which Nature makes to virtue. If virtue is not ready when it falls due, the lender will pitilessly take back Her capital. Perversity, by modifying the organism whose equilibrium it destroys, creates at the same time a fatality of needs which urges it to its own destruction, to its death. The less the perverse man enjoys, the more thirsty of enjoyment he is. Wine is like water for the drunkard, gold melts in the hands of the gambler; Messalina tires herself out without being satiated. The pleasure which escapes them changes itself for them into a long irritation and desire. The more murderous are their excesses, the more it seems to them that supreme happiness is at hand. ... One more bumper of strong drink, one more spasm, one more violence done to Nature... Ah! at last, here is pleasure; here is life ... and their desire, in the paroxysm of its insatiable hunger, extinguishes itself for ever in death. {266} FOURTH PART THE GREAT PRACTICAL SECRETS OR THE REALIZATION OF SCIENCE INTRODUCTION THE lofty sciences of the Qabalah and of Magic promise man an exceptional, real, effective, efficient power, and one should regard them as false and vain if they do not give it. Judge the teachers by their works, said the supreme Master. This rule of judgment is infallible. If you wish me to believe in what you know, show me what you do. God, in order to exalt man to moral emancipation, hides Himself from him and abandons to him, after a fashion, the government of the world. He leaves Himself to be guessed by the grandeurs and harmonies of nature, so that man may progressively make himself perfect by ever exalting the idea that he makes for himself of its author. Man knows God only by the names which he gives to that Being of beings, and does not distinguish Him but by the images of Him which he endeavours to trace. He is then in a manner the creator of Him Who has created him. He believes himself the mirror of God, and by indefinitely enlarging his own mirage, he thinks that he may be able to sketch in infinite space the shadow of Him Who is without body, without shadow, and without space. {267} TO CREATE GOD, TO CREATE ONE'S SELF, TO MAKE ONE'S SELF INDEPENDENT, IMMORTAL AND WITHOUT SUFFERING: there certainly is a programme more daring than the dream of Prometheus. Its expression is bold to the point of impiety, its thought ambitious to the point of madness. Well, this programme is only paradoxical in its form, which lends itself to a false and sacrilegious interpretation. In one sense it is perfectly reasonable, and the science of the adepts promises to realize it, and to accomplish it in perfection. Man, in effect, creates for himself a God corresponding to his own intelligence and his own goodness; he cannot raise his ideal higher than his moral development permits him to do. The God whom he adores is always an enlargement of his own reflection. To conceive the absolute of goodness and justice is to be one's self exceeding just and good. The moral qualities of the spirit are riches, and the greatest of all riches. One must acquire them by strife and toil. One may bring this objection, the inequality of aptitudes; some children are born with organisms nearer to perfection. But we ought to believe that such organisms result from a more advanced work of Nature, and the children who are endowed with them have acquired them, if not by their own efforts, at least by the consolidated works of the human beings to whom their existence is bound. It is a secret of Nature, and Nature does nothing by chance; the possession of more developed intellectual faculties, like that of money and land, constitutes an indefeasible right of transmission and inheritance. Yes, man is called to complete the work of his creator, and every instant employed by him to improve himself or to {268} destroy himself, is decisive for all eternity. It is by the conquest of an intelligence eternally clear and of a will eternally just, that he constitutes himself as living for eternal life, since nothing survives injustice and error but the penalty of their disorder. To understand good is to will it, and on the plane of justice to will is to do. For this reason the Gospel tells us that men will be judged according to their works. Our works make us so much what we are, that our body itself, as we have said, receives the modification, and sometimes the complete change, of its form from our habits. A form conquered, or submitted to, becomes a providence, or a fatality, for all one's existence. Those strange figures which the Egyptians gave to the human symbols of divinity represent the fatal forms. Typhon has a crocodile's head. He is condemned to eat ceaselessly in order to fill his hippopotamus belly. Thus he is devoted, by his greed and his ugliness, to eternal destruction. Man can kill or vivify his faculties by negligence or by abuse. He can create for himself new faculties by the good use of those which he has received from Nature. People often say that the affections will not be commanded, that faith is not possible for all, that one does not re-make one's own character. All these assertions are true only for the idle or the perverse. One can make one's self faithful, pious, loving, devoted, when one wishes sincerely to be so. One can give to one's spirit the calm of justness, as to one's will the almighty power of justice. Once can reign in Heaven by virtue of faith, on earth by virtue of science. The man who knows how to command himself is king of all Nature. {269} We are going to state forthwith, in this last book, by what means the true initiates have made themselves the masters of life, how they have overcome sorrow and death; how they work upon themselves and others the transformation of Proteus; how they exercise the divining power of Apollonius; how they make the gold of Raymond Lully and of Flamel; how in order to renew their youth they possess the secrets of Postel the Re-arisen, and those alleged to have been in the keeping of Cagliostro. In short, we are going to speak the last word of magic. CHAPTER I OF TRANSFORMATION --- THE WAND OF CIRCE --- THE BATH OF MEDEA --- MAGIC OVERCOME BY ITS OWN WEAPONS --- THE GREAT ARCANUM OF THE JESUITS AND THE SECRET OF THEIR POWER. THE Bible tells us that King Nebuchadnezzar, at the highest point of his power and his pride, was suddenly changed into a beast. He fled into savage places, began to eat grass, let his beard and hair grow, as well as his nails, and remained in this state for seven years. In our "Dogme et rituel de la haute magie," we have said what we think of the mysteries of lycanthropy, or the metamorphosis of men into werewolves. Everyone knows the fable of Circe and understands its allegory. {270} The fatal ascendant of one person on another is the true wand of Circe. One knows that almost all human physiognomies bear a resemblance to one animal or another, that is to say, the "signature" of a specialized instinct. Now, instincts are balanced by contrary instincts, and dominated by instincts stronger than those. In order to dominate sheep, the dog plays upon their fear of wolves. If you are a dog, and you want a pretty little cat to love you, you have only one means to take: to metamorphose yourself into a cat. But how! By observation, imitation and imagination. We think that our figurative language will be understood for once, and we recommend this revelation to all who wish to magnetize: it is the deepest of all the secrets of their art. Here is the formula in technical terms: "To polarize one's own animal light, in equilibrated antagonism with the contrary pole." Or: To concentrate in one's self the special qualities of absorption in order to direct their rays towards an absorbing focus, and vice versa. This government of our magnetic polarization may be done by the assistance of the animal forms of which we have spoken; they will serve to fix the imagination. Let us give an example: You wish to act magnetically upon a person polarized like yourself, which, if you are a magnetizer, you will divine at the first contact: only that person is a little less strong that you {271} are, a mouse, while you are a rat. Make yourself a cat, and you will capture it. In one of the admirable stories which, though he did not invent it, he has told better than anybody, Perrault puts upon the stage a cat, which cunningly induces an ogre to change himself into a mouse, and the thing is no sooner done, than the mouse is crunched by the cat. The "Tales of Mother Goose," like the "Golden Ass" of Apuleius, are perhaps true magical legends, and hide beneath the cloak of childish fairy tales the formidable secrets of science. It is a matter of common knowledge that magnetizers give to pure water the properties and taste of wine, liqueurs and every conceivable drug, merely by the laying-on of hands, that is to say, by their will expressed in a sign. One knows, too, that those who tame fierce animals conquer lions by making themselves mentally and magnetically stronger and fiercer than lions. Jules Gerard, the intrepid hunter of the African lion, would be devoured if he were afraid. But, in order not to be afraid of a lion, one must make one's self stronger and more savage than the animal itself by an effort of imagination and of will. One must say to one's self: It is I who am the lion, and in my presence this animal is only a dog who ought to tremble before me. Fourier imagined anti-lions; Jules Gerard has realized that chimera of the phanlasterian<> dreamer. But, one will say, in order not to fear lions, it is enough to be a man of courage and well armed. {272} No, that is not enough. One must know one's self by heart, so to speak, to be able to calculate the leaps of the animal, divining its stratagems, avoiding its claws, foreseeing its movements, to be in a word past-master in lioncraft, as the excellent La Fontaine might have said. Animals are the living symbols of the instincts and passions of men. If you make a man timid, you change him into a hare. If, on the contrary, you drive him to ferocity, you make a tiger of him. The wand of Circe is the power of fascination which woman possesses; and the changing of the companions of Ulysses into hogs is not a story peculiar to that time. But no metamorphosis may be worked without destruction. To change a hawk into a dove, one must first kill it, then cut it to pierces, so as to destroy even the least trace of its first form, and then boil it in the magic bath of Medea. Observe how modern hierophants proceed in order to accomplish human regeneration; how, for example, in the Catholic religion, they go to work in order to change a man more or less weak and passionate into a stoical missionary of the Society of Jesus. There is the great secret of that venerable and terrible Order, always misunderstood, often calumniated, and always sovereign. Read attentively the book entitled, "The Exercises of St. Ignatius," and note with what magical power that man of genius operates the realization of faith. He orders his disciples to see, to touch, to smell, to taste invisible things. He wishes that the senses should be exalted during prayer to the point of voluntary hallucination. {273} You are meditating upon a mystery of faith; St. Ignatius wishes, in the first place, that you should create a place, dream of it, see it, touch it. If it is hell, he gives you burning rocks to touch, he makes you swim in shadows thick as pitch, he puts liquid sulphur on your tongue, he fills your nostrils with an abominable stench, he shows you frightful tortures, and makes you hear groans superhuman in their agony; he commands your will to create all that by exercises obstinately persevered in. Every one carries this out in his own fashion, but always in the way best suited to impress him. It is not the hashish intoxication which was useful to the knavery of the Old Man of the Mountain; it is a dream without sleep, an hallucination without madness, a reasoned and willed vision, a real creation of intelligence and faith. Thence-forward, when he preaches, the Jesuit can say: "What we have seen with our eyes, what we have heard with our ears, and what our hands have handled, that do we declare unto you." The Jesuit thus trained is in communion with a circle of wills exercised like his own; consequently each of the fathers is as strong as the Society, and the Society is stronger than the world. CHAPTER II HOW TO PRESERVE AND RENEW YOUTH --- THE SECRETS OF CAGLIOSTRO --- THE POSSIBILITY OF RESURRECTION --- EXAMPLE OF WILLIAM POSTEL, CALLED THE RESURRECTED --- STORY OF A WONDER-WORKING WORKMAN, ETC. ONE knows that a sober, moderately busy, and perfectly regular life usually prolongs existence; but in our opinion, {274} that is little more than the prolongation of old age, and one has the right to ask from the science which we profess other privileges and other secrets. To be a long time young, or even to become young again, that is what would appear desirable and precious to the majority of men. It is possible? We shall examine the question. The famous Count of Saint-Germain is dead, we do not doubt, but no one ever saw him grow old. He appeared always of the age of forty years, and at the time of his greatest celebrity, he pretended to be over eighty. Ninon de l'Enclos, in her very old age, was still a young, beautiful and seductive woman. She died without having grown old. Desbarrolles, the celebrated palmist, has been for a long while for everybody a man of thirty-five years. His birth certificate would speak very differently if he dared to show it, but no one would believe it. Cagliostro always appeared the same age. He pretended to possess not only an elixir which gave to the old, for an instant, all the vigour of youth; but he also prided himself on being able to operate physical regeneration by means which we have detailed and analysed in our "History of Magic." Cagliostro and the Count of Saint-Germain attributed the preservation of their youth to the existence and use of the universal medicine, that medicament uselessly sought by so many hermetists and alchemists. An Initiate of the sixteenth century, the good and learned William Postel, never pretended that he possessed the great arcanum of the hermetic philosophy; and yet after having {275} been seen old and broken, he reappeared with a bright complexion, without wrinkles, his beard and hair black, his body agile and vigorous. His enemies pretended that he roughed, and dyed his hair; for scoffers and false savants must find some sort of explanation for the phenomena which they do not understand. The great magical means of preserving the youth of the body is to prevent the soul from growing old by preserving preciously that original freshness of sentiments and thoughts which the corrupt world calls illusions, and which we shall call the primitive mirages of eternal truth. To believe in happiness upon earth, in friendship, in love, in a maternal Providence which counts all our steps, and will reward all our tears, is to be a perfect dupe, the corrupt world will say; it does not see that it is itself who is the dupe, believing itself strong in depriving itself of all the delights of the soul. To believe in moral good is to possess that good: for this reason the Saviour of the world promises the kingdom of heaven to those who should make themselves like little children. What is childhood? It is the age of faith. The child knows nothing yet of life; and thus he radiates confident immortality. Is it possible for him to doubt the devotion, the tenderness, the friendship, and the love of Providence when he is in the arms of his mother? Become children in heart, and you will remain young in body. The realities of God and nature surpass infinitely in beauty and goodness all the imagination of men. It is thus that the world-weary are people who have never known how to be happy; and those who are disillusioned prove by their dislikes {276} that they have only drunk of muddy streams. To enjoy even the animal pleasures of life one must have the moral sense; and those who calumniate existence have certainly abused it. High magic, as we have proved, leads man back to the laws of the purest morality. Either he finds a thing holy or makes it holy, says an adept --- "Vel sanctum invenit, vel sanctum facit;" because it makes us understand that in order to be happy, even in this world, one must be holy. To be holy! that is easy to say; but how give one's self faith when one no longer believes? How re-discover a taste for virtue in a heart faded by vice? One must have recourse to the four words of science: to know, to dare, to will, and to keep silence. One must still one's dislikes, study duty, and begin by practising it as though one loved it. You are an unbeliever, and you wish to make yourself a Christian? Perform the exercises of a Christian, pray regularly, using the Christian formulae; approach the sacraments as if you had faith, and faith will come. That is the secret of the Jesuits, contained in the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius. By similar exercises, a fool, if he will it with perseverance, would become a wise man.<> By changing the habits of the soul one certainly changes those of the body; we have already said so, and we have explained the method. What contributes above all to age us by making us ugly? Hatred and bitterness, the unfavourable judgments which {277} we make of others, our rages of hurt vanity, and our ill-satisfied passions. A kindly and gentle philosophy would avoid all these evils. If we close our eyes to the defects of our neighbour, and only consider his good qualities, we shall find good and benevolence everywhere. The most perverse man has a good side to him, and softens when one knows how to take him. If you had nothing in common with the vices of men, you would not even perceive them. Friendship, and the devotions which it inspires, are found even in prisons and in convict stations. The horrible Lacenaire faithfully returned any money which had been lent to him, and frequently acted with generosity and kindness. I have no doubt that in the life of crime which Cartouche and Mandrin led there were acts of virtue fit to draw tears from the eyes. There has never been any one absolutely bad or absolutely good. "There is none good but God," said the best of the Masters. That quality in ourselves which we call zeal for virtue is often nothing but a masterful secret self-love, a jealousy in disguise, and a proud instinct of contradiction. "When we see manifest disorders and scandalous sinners," say mystical theologians, "let us believe that God is submitting them to greater tests than those with which He tries us, that certainly, or at least very probably, we are not as good as they are, and should do much worse in their place." Peace! Peace! this is the supreme welfare of the soul, and it is to give us this that Christ came to the world. "Glory to God in the highest, peace upon earth, and good will toward men!" cried the Angels of Heaven at the birth of the Saviour. {278} The ancient fathers of Christianity counted an eighth deadly sin: it was Sorrow. In fact, to the true Christian even repentance is not a sorrow; it is a consolation, a joy, and a triumph. "I wished evil, and I wish it no more; I was dead and I am alive." The father of the Prodigal son has killed the fatted calf because his son has returned. What can he do? Tears and embarrassment, no doubt! but above all joy! There is only one sad thing in the world, and that is sin and folly. Since we are delivered, let us laugh and shout for joy, for we are saved, and all those who loved us in their lives rejoice in heaven! We all bear within ourselves a principle of death and a principle of immortality. Death is the beast, and the beast produces always bestial stupidity. God does not love fools, for his divine spirit is called the spirit of intelligence. Stupidity expiates itself by suffering and slavery. The stick is made for beasts. Suffering is always a warning. So much the worse for him who does not understand it! When Nature tightens the rein, it is that we are swerving; when she plies the whip, it is that danger is imminent. Woe, then, to him who does not reflect! When we are ripe for death, we leave life without regret, and nothing would make us take it back; but when death is premature, the soul regrets life, and a clever thaumaturgist would be able to recall it to the body. The sacred books indicate to us the proceeding which must be employed in such a case. The Prophet Elisha and the Apostle St. Paul employed it with success. The deceased must be magnetized {279} by placing the feet on his feet, the hands on his hands, the mouth on his mouth. Then concentrate the whole will for a long time, call to itself the escaped soul, using all the loving thoughts and mental caresses of which one is capable. If the operator inspires in that soul much affection or great respect, if in the thought which he communicates magnetically to it the thaumaturgist can persuade it that life is still necessary to it, and that happy days are still in store for it below, it will certainly return, and for the man of everyday science the apparent death will have been only a lethargy. It was after a lethargy of this kind that William Postel, recalled to life by Mother Jeanne, reappeared with a new youth, and called himself no longer anything but Postel the Resurrected, "Postellus restitutus." In the year 1799, there was in the Faubourg St. Antoine, at Paris, a blacksmith who gave himself out to be an adept of hermetic science. His name was Leriche, and he passed for having performed miraculous cures and even resurrections by the use of the universal medicine. A ballet girl of the Opera, who believed in him, came one day to see him, and said to him, weeping, that her lover had just died. M. Leriche went out with her to the house of death. As he entered, a person who was going out, said to him: "It is useless for you to go upstairs, he died six hours ago." "Never mind," said the blacksmith, "since I am here I will see him." He went upstairs, and found a corpse frozen in every part except in the hollow of the stomach, where he thought that he still felt a little heat. He had a big fire made, massaged his whole body with hot napkins, rubbed him with the universal medicine dissolved in spirit of wine. [His pretended universal medicine {280} must have been a powder containing mercury analogous to the kermes<> of the druggist.] Meanwhile the mistress of the dead man wept and called him back to life with the most tender words. After an hour and a half of these attentions, Leriche held a mirror before the patient's face, and found the glass slightly clouded. They redoubled their efforts, and soon obtained a still better marked sign of life. They then put him in a well warmed bed, and a few hours afterwards he was entirely restored to life. The name of this person was Candy. He lived from that time without ever being ill. In 1845 he was still alive, and was living at Place du Chevalier du Guet, 6. He would tell the story of his resurrection to any one who would listen to him, and gave much occasion for laughter to the doctors and wiseacres of his quarter. The good man consoled himself in the vein of Galileo, and answered them: "You may laugh as much as you like. All I know is, that the death certificate was signed and the burial licence made out; eighteen hours later they were going to bury me, and here I am." CHAPTER III THE GRAND ARCANUM OF DEATH WE often become sad in thinking that the most beautiful life must finish, and the approach of the terrible unknown that one calls death disgusts us with all the joys of existence. Why be born, if one must live so little? Why bring up {281} with so much care children who must die? Such is the question of human ignorance in its most frequent and its saddest doubts. This, too, is what the human embryo may vaguely ask itself at the approach of that birth which is about to throw it into an unknown world by stripping it of its protective envelope. Let us study the mystery of birth, and we shall have the key of the great arcanum of death! Thrown by the laws of Nature into the womb of a woman, the incarnated spirit very slowly wakes, and creates for itself with effort organs which will later be indispensable, but which as they grow increase its discomfort in its present situation. The happiest period of the life of the embryo is that when, like a chrysalis, it spreads around it the membrane which serves it for refuge, and which swims with it in a nourishing and preserving fluid. At that time it is free, and does not suffer. It partakes of the universal life, and receives the imprint of the memories of Nature which will later determine the configuration of its body and the form of its features. That happy age may be called the childhood of the embryo. Adolescence follows; the human form becomes distinct, and its sex is determined; a movement takes place in the maternal egg which resembles the vague reveries of that age which follows upon childhood. The placenta, which is the exterior and the real body of the foetus, feels germinating in itself something unknown, which already tends to break it and escape. The child then enters more distinctly into the life of dreams. Its brain, acting as a mirror of that of its mother, reproduces with so much force her imaginations, that it communicates their form to its own limbs. Its mother is for it at {282} that time what God is for us, a Providence unknown and invisible, to which it aspires to the point of identifying itself with everything that she admires. It holds to her, it lives by her, although it does not see her, and would not even know how to understand her. If it was able to philosophize, it would perhaps deny the personal existence and intelligence of that mother which is for it as yet only a fatal prison and an apparatus of preservation. Little by little, however, this servitude annoys it; it twists itself, it suffers, it feels that its life is about to end. Then comes an hour of anguish and convulsion; its bonds break; it feels that it is about to fall into the gulf of the unknown. It is accomplished; it falls, it is crushed with pain, a strange cold seizes it, it breathes a last sigh which turns into a first cry; it is dead to embryonic life, it is born to human life! During embryonic life it seemed to it that the placenta was its body, and it was in fact its special embryonic body, a body useless for another life, a body which had to be thrown off as an unclean thing at the moment of birth. The body of our human life is like a second envelope, useless for the third life, and for that reason we throw it aside at the moment of our second birth. Human life compared to heavenly life is veritably an embryo. When our evil passions kill us, Nature miscarries, and we are born before our time for eternity, which exposes us to that terrible dissolution which St. John calls the second death. According to the constant tradition of ecstatics, the abortions of human life remain swimming in the terrestrial atmosphere which they are unable to surmount, and which {283} little by little absorbs them and drowns them. They have human form, but always lopped and imperfect; one lacks a hand, another an arm, this one is nothing but a torso, and that is a pale rolling head. They have been prevented from rising to heaven by a wound received during human life, a moral wound which has caused a physical deformity, and through this wound, little by little, all of their existence leaks away. Soon their moral soul will be naked, and in order to hide its shame by making itself at all costs a new veil, it will be obliged to drag itself into the outer darkness, and pass slowly through the dead sea, the slumbering waters of ancient chaos. These wounded souls are the larvae of the second formation of the embryo; they nourish their airy bodies with a vapour of shed blood, and they fear the point of the sword. Frequently they attach themselves to vicious men and live upon their lives, as the embryo lives in its mother's womb. In these circumstances, they are able to take the most horrible forms to represent the frenzied desires of those who nourish them, and it is these which appear under the figures of demons to the wretched operators of the nameless works of black magic. These larvae fear the light, above all the light of the mind. A flash of intelligence is sufficient to destroy them as by a thunderbolt, and hurl them into that Dead Sea which one must not confuse with the sea in Palestine so-called. All that we reveal in this place belongs to the tradition of seers, and can only stand before science in the name of that exceptional philosophy, which Paracelsus called the philosophy of sagacity, "philosophia sagax." CHAPTER IV ARCANUM ARCANORUM THE great arcanum --- that is to say, the unutterable and inexplicable secret --- is the absolute knowledge of good and of evil. "When you have eaten the fruit of this tree, you will be as the gods," said the Serpent. {Illustration on page 285 described: This is a pentagram with point down and a white ring in the center. At the ends of the points are black disks. The pentagram itself is black. There are words in white on the Disks, from the upper right, clockwise: "DESPOTISME", MENSONCE", "NEANT", "IGNORANCE", "ABSURDITE". There are words in white in the points, same order: "Contre toute Justice", "Contre toute verite", "Contre toute etre", "Contre toute science", "Contre toute raison". In the central ring in three lines: "SATAN EST LA HAINE".} "If you eat of it, you will die," replied Divine Wisdom. Thus good and evil bear fruit on one same tree, and from one same root. Good personified is God. Evil personified is the Devil. To know the secret or the formula of God is to be God. To know the secret or the formula of the Devil is to be the Devil. {285} To wish to be at the same time God and Devil is to absorb in one's self the most absolute antinomy, the two most strained contrary forces; it is the wish to shut up in one's self an infinite antagonism. It is to drink a poison which would extinguish the suns and consume the worlds.<> {Illustration on page 286 described: This is a pentagram with an upright isosceles triangle in the midst, lower angles touching the two lower inner angles of the pentagram. There are white disks touching the points from the outside. The pentagram is white and circumscribed by a nimbus having five white wedge-rays coming from the inner angles and opening at the outer edge of the nimbus. The white disks have each a thin nimbus without rays and the following words, clockwise from top: "CHARITE", "MYSTERE", "SACRIFICE", "PROVIDENCE", "PERFECTION". The points have the following text inside, set in script type, same order: "au dessus de tout etre", "au dessus de toute science", "au dessus de toute justice", "au dessus de toute raison", "au dessus de toute idee". In the central triangle are three lines with the words: "DIEU EST Yod-Heh-Vau-Heh-Aleph-Heh-Yod-Heh.} It is to put on the consuming robe of Deianira. It is to devote one's self to the promptest and most terrible of all deaths. Woe to him who wishes to know too much! For if excessive and rash knowledge does not kill him it will make him mad. {286} To eat the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, is to associate evil with good, and assimilate the one to the other. It is to cover the radiant countenance of Osiris with the mask of Typhon. It is to raise the sacred veil of Isis; it is to profane the sanctuary. {Illustration on page 287 described: This is in shape exactly the same as the illustration on page 282, save that there are words in the five wedge rays and there is no triangle in the center. Instead, the sides of the pentagram are extended as dotted lines to form an inverse pentagon. The white disks have the following text, clockwise from top: "INTELLIGENCE", "PROGRES", "AMOUR", "SAGESSE", "LUMIERE". The points have the following text, same order: "dans ses rapports avec l' etre", "dans ses rapports avec la science", "dans ses rapports avec la justice", "dans ses rapports avec la raison", "dans ses rapports avec la verite". The rays have the following text, clockwise from upper right: "Genie", "Enthousiasme", "Harmonie", "Beaute", "Rectitude". The following words are in the center, in three rows: "L'ESPRIT SAINT EST".} The rash man who dares to look at the sun without protection becomes blind, and from that moment for him the sun is black. We are forbidden to say more on this subject; we shall conclude our revelation by the figure of three pentacles. These three stars will explain it sufficiently. They may be compared with that which we have caused to be drawn at the head of our "History of magic." By reuniting the four, one may arrive at the understanding of the Great Arcanum of Arcana. {287} It now remains for us to complete our work by giving the great key of William Postel. {Illustration on page 288 described: This is bounded by a rectangle with height about twice width. The center of the illustration is composed of a hexagram of two triangles, points to top and bottom. This is circumscribed by a dark ring and surmounts concentric rings inward from the outer one as white, dark, white, dark --- at which point the inner angles of the hexagram begin. The upper triangle of the hexagram is light and contains a bearded human head and shoulders at top, feet with draped legs to the lower points. The down-ward pointing triangle has the same in dark with a matching dark figure. Surmounting the center of the hexagram and completely obscuring bodies and arms is the classic Roman Agricultural magical square of five lines: SATOR, AREPO, TENET, OPERA, ROTAS. The outer points of the hexagram extend lines radially to irregularly divide the space to the rectangular border, upper and lower points excepted. Above the upper point are the words "Keter Pole arctique" and there is a nob at that spot with a line pulled diagonally upward to the left by an eagle, facing counter clockwise. Above the eagle is the word "NETSAH", to the right "L Air". The line from the upper right point has "l' Ete" above it and the figure of a winged lion below, facing outward and progressing upward. The lion has "HOD" written to the right of its head and vertically extended left foreleg, "Le Feu" below its tail and downwardly extended right hind leg. The line from the lower right point is below this figure, and "l' Automne" is below this line. The line from the upper left point has "les Printemps" written above it. Below this is a bull, no wings and facing downward. "JESOD" is above the bull's tail, and "La Terre" is below the head. Next below is the line from the lower left point, with "l' hiver" below that. Below the lower point are the words "Pole antartique" and "L' eau". There is a nob at that spot, with a winged angel facing right and pulling the nob with a diagonally downward line to the right. "MALCHVT" is written below the Angel. The letters "HB:Yod" "HB:Heh " "HB:Vau " "HB:Heh " are picked out by dots with three clustered radial dashes in or near the four corners, starting with the upper right (clockwise or counter-clockwise makes no difference). These dot-letters are the late Medieval style, and either represent stars or fires. The Hebrew letters are formed by straight line segments connecting the dots. The Hay's have three dots to the upper bar: ends and center with the dashes to the top. The verticals on the Hays have three dots and join the upper bar to add a fourth, with the three having their dashes facing outward. The Yod is composed of two lines, dots at ends and intersection. Dashes at top vertical, center dot dashes to the right and lower dot dashes to left. The Vau has three dots, ends and center with dashes in same directions as the Vau. The figure is completed by two lines of flourished symbols at the bottom: Larger upper line looks like: 3 or h (bottom end of corner Vau) Z P 7 R 3(or h) 4 (reversed), but is intended to represent the seven planets starting with Saturn and ending with Jupiter.. The smaller lower line looks like: M Z P Z 3(or h) N 7 M N 3(or h) F (reversed) N, but is intended to represent the twelve signs of the Zodiac. These symbols are somewhat doubtful in identity, owing to the obscuration of using letter and number shapes to conceal the standard Astrological symbols and to the jumbled sequence.} This key is that of the Tarot. There are four suits, wands, caps,{sic} swords, coins or pentacles, corresponding to the four cardinal points of Heaven, and the four living creatures or symbolic signs and numbers and letters formed in a circle; then the seven planetary signs, with the indication of their repetition signified by the three colours, to symbolize the natural world, the human world and the divine world, whose {288} hieroglyphic emblems compose the twenty-one trumps of our Tarot. In the centre of the ring may be perceived the double triangle forming the Star or Seal of Solomon.<> It is the religious and metaphysical triad analogous to the natural triad of universal generation in the equilibrated substance. Around the triangle is the cross which divides the circle into four equal<> parts, and thus the symbols of religion are united to the signs of geometry; faith completes science, and science acknowledge faith. By the aid of this key one can understand the universal symbolism of the ancient world, and note its striking analogies with our dogmas. One will thus recognize that the divine revelation is permanent in nature and humanity. One will feel that Christianity only brought light and heat into the universal temple by causing to descend therein the spirit of charity, which is the Very Life of God Himself. EPILOGUE Thanks be unto thee, O my God, that thou hast called me to this admirable light! Thou, the Supreme Intelligence and the Absolute Life of those numbers and those forces which obey thee in order to people the infinite with inexhaustible creation! Mathematics proves thee, the harmonies of Nature proclaim thee, all forms as they pass by salute thee and adore thee! Abraham knew thee, Hermes divined thee, Pythagoras calculated thee, Plato, in every dream of his genius, aspired to {289} thee; but only one initiate, only one sage has revealed thee to the children of earth, one alone could say of thee: "I and my Father are one." Glory then be his, since all his glory is thine! Thou knowest, O my Father, that he who writes these lines has struggled much and suffered much; he has endured poverty, calumny, proscription, prison, the forsaking of those whom he loved: --- and yet never did he find himself unhappy, since truth and justice remained to him for consolation! Thou alone art holy, O God of true hearts and upright souls, and thou knowest if ever I thought myself pure in thy sight! Like all men I have been the plaything of human passions. At last I conquered them, or rather thou has conquered them in me; and thou hast given me for a rest the deep peace of those who have no goal and no ambition but Thyself. I love humanity, because men, as far as they are not insensate, are never wicked but through error or through weakness. Their natural disposition is to love good, and it is through that love that thou hast given them as a support in all their trials that they must sooner or later be led back to the worship of justice by the love of truth. Now let my books go where thy Providence shall send them! If they contain the words of thy wisdom they will be stronger than oblivion. If, on the contrary, they contain only errors, I know at least that my love of justice and of truth will survive them, and that thus immortality cannot fail to treasure the aspirations and wishes of my soul hat thou didst create immortal! {290} CONTENTS PAGE TRANSLATORS NOTE . . . . . . v INTRODUCTION. . . . . . . . vii PREFACE . . . . . . . . . . xi PART I (RELIGIOUS MYSTERIES) . . . . . . 1 PRELIMINARY CONSIDERATIONS . . . . . . 1 FIRST ARTICLE . . . . . . . . 12 SKETCH OF THE PROPHETIC THEOLOGY OF NUMBERS . . . 14 ARTICLE II . . . . . . . . 72 ARTICLE III . . . . . . . . 77 ARTICLE IV . . . . . . . . 82 ARTICLE V . . . . . . . . 89 RESUME OF PART I . . . . . . . 91 PART II (PHILOSOPHICAL MYSTERIES) . . . . . 98 PART III (MYSTERIES OF NATURE). . . . . . 108 FIRST BOOK CHAPTER I . . . . . . . 110 CHAPTER II. . . . . . . 117 CHAPTER III . . . . . . 127 CHAPTER IV . . . . . . 226 BOOK II CHAPTER I . . . . . . . 234 CHAPTER II . . . . . . 239 CHAPTER III . . . . . . 244 CHAPTER IV . . . . . . 256 PART IV (PRACTICAL SECRETS) INTRODUCTION . . . 267 CHAPTER I . . . . . . 270 CHAPTER II . . . . . . 274 CHAPTER III . . . . . . 281 CHAPTER IV . . . . . . 285 EPILOGUE . . . . . . 289 {291} {WEH NOTE: regular pagination resumes} THE BIG STICK {225} REVIEWS THE SECRET OF EFFICIENCY. By GRACE DAWSON. William Rider & Son. 1"s." net. GRACE DAWSON is a spiritual Grace Darling. Oh the wonderful gospel that she brings to perishing humanity! She has discovered the secret of eternal youth: like most great discoveries, it is a very simple one. "When tired, rest!" This puts Grace Dawson several streets ahead of Madame Curie, and disposes once for all of the assertion that the female brain is inferior to the male. "When tired, rest!" How grand, how simple, how sublime! When human souls, by passion led, Are overworked and underfed, Who tucks them in their little bed? Grace Dawson. I yawn, I rub mine eyes, I prop The weary head that wants to drop --- Who soothes me to a humming-top? Grace Dawson. Whose smooth and soporific prose Lulls me to infinite repose. Hushes the brain and stirs the nose? Grace Dawson. One one shilling of your hoard! Even the humblest can afford The luxury of being bored. By Dawson. MORPHEUS. THE INFERNO. By AUGUST STRINDBERG. Translated by CLAUD FIELD. William Rider & Son. I HAVE already had to speak to publishers about cheap production. In this case I must protest emphatically against the employment of a translator who makes a solecism nearly every time he touches Paris. "E.G." 'northern railway station' for 'Gare du Nord,' 'Lilas brewery' for 'Closerie des Lilas,' 'St. Martin's Gate' for 'Porte St. Martin,' 'Rue de Fleurs' for 'Rue des Fleurs,' 'racecourse' for some unindicated part of the Jardin du Luxembourg, 'churchyard' of Montparnasse for 'cemetery,' {227} 'exhibition of independent artists' for 'Salon des Independents,' 'Bullier's dancing saloon' for 'Bal Bullier,' 'Lyons Bank' for 'Credit Lyonnais,' 'St. Germaine des Pres' for 'St. Germain des Pres,' 'Dr. Popus' for 'Dr. Papus,' 'Rue de Madame' for 'Rue Madame,' and so on. He puts the same place-name --- first in translation, then in French, again and again; and as often as not gets both wrong! The constant chemical absurdities are perhaps Strindberg's own and may have been made intentionally, as the book portrays the ravings of a melancholic with delusions of persecution. What sublime and septuple ass calls this Strindberg's autobiography? Strindberg was too lazy to find his incidents in other people's lives; that is all. And yet we find the translator note at the end: "Strindberg never actually entered the Roman Church"!!! The book is a perfect clinical picture of a typical case. Chapter I describes the irritability, the fantastic dreams. He imagines himself a great author, a great chemist. He has found carbon in sulphur; he will make gold. In Chapter II he begins to see omens in simple incidents, receives "warnings" from strangers, finds a plot against him at his hotel, notices remarkable resemblances between his neighbours and some of his "persecutors." Chapter III develops the persecution-delusions. Roaring in the ears, electric shocks, and other physical symptoms develop. The bedstead has knobs like those of a leyden jar, the spring mattress suggests induction coils, and so on --- to the end! For refuge he ranges from Papus to Swedenborg, and ultimately, as his mental disease increases on him, he clutches at such straws as Peladan, Annie Besant, and the Church of Rome. In this dementia the book ends. But Strindberg did not end. He went his cheerful and polygamous way as a free-thinker. Persons who pretend otherwise are liars, probably hired liars --- unless, of course, they are Englishmen, who are such natural-born fools in all matters of the soul that they not only require no bribe to lie, but can hardly be paid to see truth. Until Strindberg's life is utterly dissociated from his art, the latter will not be truly valued. A.C. WIND ALONG THE WASTE. By MAUDE ANNESLEY. William Rider & Son. I CONFESS to having expected a very flatulent novel. Judge of my surprise to find a novel of Paris as it is! The heroine (a rich Englishwoman) is robbed by apaches, and proceeds to paint their leader. She then seduces him, and joins the band. This is life. Most English and I suppose all American women go to Paris {228} in order to fornicate freely with the lower classes. When I was first in Paris for any length of time, the rage was all for professional bicyclists. These pallid heroes, after panting round the velodrome for God knows how many hours, would fall from their racers into the arms of the stalwart vampires who had annexed them. The best known of England's "heroic widows" at that time kept a tame but half-witted giant with an enormous black beard; the whole of his body was, I was told, as hirsuite as a bear. A daughter of the nobility contented herself with more lyric loves than these. A well-to-do girl from Calcutta practised sheer promiscuity; an exquisitely beautiful woman of the middle classes did worse, and actually married a most hideous dwarf. To-day things are very much the same. A very celebrated dancer from America never goes on the stage without previously dragging a stranger --- a man from the street, a stage carpenter, it matters nothing --- to her dressing-room. One of our best known women art critics haunts the lowest brothels of the Bd. St. Germain in search of adventure; a very distinguished poetess of the nobility supports a burly negro from North Africa and a Belgian boxer; one of our highest artists in music roams Paris every midnight in search of stray milliners' apprentices. The English and American women in the Cafe du Dome solidly, stupidly drunk, dribble curses when their maquereaux "American sculptors" are late; the peace of the Avenue des Champs Elysees is broken by the wild-beast howls of the harlot harridans who, driven from Chicago and Denver by the police, despair of finding such products as prairie air and cow-punching can alone supply. Who doesn't remember the supper to 100 of her lovers given by an ex- Princess, when, only 89 turning up, she gathered 11 strangers from the street and made out their diplomas while the others waited? I could say more, much more, indeed, but my only object is to justify the ways of Maude Annesley to the British public. Her story, moreover, is exceedingly well told, up to the point of the hero's death. The sequel appears to me somewhat an anticlimax, strained, artificial, and boring. (At least I would rather she had carried out the vendetta by killing the son, as her lover had killed the father.) I suppose it is the publisher again. "Yes, what a nice story! Now if you'll add 40,000 words of dialogue about love and make the story end happily perhaps we might do something." A publisher offered to take my "Ercildoune" if I'd "pad it to 150,000 words!" Well, Maude Annesley, ma mome, you're a very luck child to get your novels published at all in this rotten country, and if the homage and devotion of a colleague who has no such luck can serve you, command it! {229} Be wary, though, and never stir a step from your own ground. You have (for the first time in English) got French slang correct; but you clearly don't know India, and some terrible old bore has planted the worst and feeblest form of a very stale cobra story on your innocence. There are several mistakes in these few pages --- climate and natural history in particular. Figure to yourself that this bit of the book reads to me almost as "Trilby" reads to you! --- THE YELLOW WHAT-HO. A subterfuge in fugues. Not by the Author of "The Blue Grotto." No publisher. No price. No anything. KING CROWLEY of Bronchitis-town To Bernard Smith of great renown To set his shaven soul at ease These laryngeal lymphanies. Where Digitalis roams among The Endotherms, and on the tongue Follicular papillae weave Their lustral locks, and rosy eve Sheds her soft toenails as she swings Her brilliant body into Spring's. Befell a woe --- and here the bard His sacral plexus with the yard Planged, and the Ammonites of song Blew their shrill spirals loud and long. On GR:psi Cassiopeae first The grave old Hippocampus curst Black Oxyrrhynchus! who would dare To camp in Berenice's Hair Whose vesper censers amorous Smoke monocotyledenous, What time the twisted ibex mars The parallax of double stars, And the pale hate of Vega flares, And swart Typhlitis next unbares His glaive, ere Granuloma gnashed His teeth, and on its shoulder gashed --- That shoulder that had shrugged unmoved Though Os Innominatum loved! What happened after who can say? I wandered sadly by the bay, And saw anemon' streamers wet Like drawers of scarlet flannelette; {230} I watched the mermaids as they loosed Their lids on aught might be seduced, While earnest starfish strove to cram The strange lore of the pentagram. In brief, it was a busy morn. I took the Poet's Club in scorn. How, with the banded fountain pen That ran me into one pound ten, With that too finite reservoir, How could I sing this abbatoir? Nay! let me first imbrue mine hands In the dun blood of Mildred Sandys! And so on. A.C. THE SON OF A SERVANT. By AUGUST STRINDBERG. William Rider & Son. WHY not "The soul of a Servant"? The hero is a sort of Scandinavian Neuburg. He is always being "bullied" and treated with "injustice," however kind people are to him. Here are two cases, accurately taken from the book, but rendered in dialogue. "I. In class:" MASTER. What do you know of Gustavus Adolphus? BOY ["with gloomy pride that he knows all about G.A."]. R---r---r---gr! MASTER. Come now, surely you don't mind telling us something about him. BOY ["stung to madness by this senseless torture"]. I know "all" about Gustavus Adolphus. MASTER. Well, that's splendid. Let's see now, who was he? BOY ["beyond himself"]. Tyrant! Monster! Brute! White slaver! Mar---con---ee! "II. In the family circle:" JOHN ["to his brother"]. Now, Albert, I should like "you" to take some flowers to Mother for a present. ALBERT. All right. ["They enter shop."] JOHN. Here's the money. ALBERT. All right. ["They reach home."] JOHN. Now you go in all by yourself and say, "Here are some flowers for you, Mother." I will wait outside. ALBERT. All right. ["Within."] Her are some flowers for you, Mother! MOTHER. Oh, thank you, Albert, how beautiful! FATHER. Very kindly thought of, my son! {231} JOHN. Oh! the black blind hideous horrible injustice of it all! ["With conviction."] There is no God! As the book consists of little else but episodes of this kind, it will be seen that the entertained attention of the judicious reader need never flag. A. C. THE NEW SOCIAL RELIGION. By HORACE HOLLEY. 6"s." HOLLEY, Holley, Holley, Lord God Almighty! K. H. A. K. TO MALISE AND OTHER POEMS. By AELFRIDA TILLYARD. W. Heffer & Sons, Cambridge. A VOLUME of sonnets, serious and not so serious --- the serious portraying spiritual yearning with impelling earnestness and artistic imagery, and brimful of human sentiment. Through these poems runs the palpitating thrill of womanhood in its highest sense, refined, idealistic and restrained, as witness "A Poem to an Unborn Child." These eighty pages of serious moods have the merit of a lightness and freshness which could never bore, even if one did not agree. The "not so serious" mood will be welcomed by readers blessed, or cursed, with a strain of gentle flippancy in their blood. It would be a misconception to suggest one of these in particular as being indicative of the author's personality. That, for instance, beginning "Would that my songs were sausages" is not to be thought of in this connection, so we quote from the standpoint of a critic --- cosmopolitan and humanitarian --- namely, the "couplets" for unimaginative young men and maidens standing on the threshold of romance, longing, but dumb. Here is a real poet ready to help them in simple yet subtle phrase. What more could one want? A. C. HOBBS. OSCAR WILDE AND HIS MOTHER. A MEMOIR BY ANNA. COMTRESSE DE BREMONT. Everett & Co., Ltd., London. AS there are thoughts that sometimes lie too deep for tears, so there are books which it would be sacrilege to review. This is one of them. But one may say that in spite of the soul-moving pathos of the subject and the naive brilliance of treatment, the most interesting aspect of the whole is the wonderful self-revelation of La Bellissima Contessa, as all those who know her call her to distinguish her from other countesses. She is indeed the antithesis of Oscar Wilde --- a 'marvellous masculine soul in the feminine brain building,' and in this little masterpiece it is the soul which speaks. Aum Mani Padmen Hum. SUPER SINISTRAM. {232} THE OCCULT ARTS: AN EXAMINATION OF THE CLAIMS MADE FOR THE EXISTENCE AND PRACTICE OF SUPERNORMAL POWERS, AND AN ATTEMPTED JUSTIFICATION OF SOME OF THEM BY THE CONCLUSIONS OF THE RESEARCHES OF MODERN SCIENCE. By J. W. FRINGS. Wm. Rider & Son, Ltd., London. 2"s." 6"d." net. THIS little book is very good, and might have been much better if the author had any knowledge of Science or of the Occult Arts. A. C. {233} COLOPHON TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY LAMP of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil Where the olive cheeks aglow Shadow-soften into snow, Breasts like Bacchanals afloat Under the proudly phallic throat! Be thou to my pilgrimage Light, and laughter sweet and sage, Till the darkling day expire Of my life in thy caress, Thou my frenzy and my fire, Lamp of living loveliness! Thou the ruler of the rod That beneath thy clasp extends To the galaxies of God From the gulph where ocean ends, Cave of dragon, ruby rose, Heart of hell, garden-close, {235} Hyacinth petal sweet to smell, Split-hoof of the glad gazelle, Be thou mine as I am thine, As the vine's ensigns entwine At the sacring of the sun, Thou the even and I the odd Being and becoming one On the abacus of God! Thou the sacred snake that rears Death, a jewelled crest across The enchantment of the years, All my love that is my loss. Life and death, two and one, Hate and love, moon and sun, Light and darkness, never swerve From the norm, note the nerve, Name the name, exceed the excess Of thy lamp of loveliness, Living snake of lazy love, Ithyphallic that uprears Its Palladium above The enchantment of the years! {236} INDEX OF VOLUME I ["The names in italics are the real names of the authors"] {WEH NOTE: The index is originally in two columns. It is here rendered as one column with page ###a and page ###b at bottom to signify the original format.} A.'. A.'., An Account of (reviser, "Aleister Crowley"), I, 5 A.'. A.'., A Syllabus of the Official Instructions of ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 41 Account of A.'. A.'., An (Liber XXXIII: revised) ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 5 Across the Gulf ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 293 Adela ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 314 Adonis ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 117 Adorations, The Five ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 186 Agnostic, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), IV, 274 AHA! ("Aleister Crowley"), III, 9 Among the Mermaids ("Norman Roe"], II, 335 Amoureaux, Illusions d' ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 187 Apollo bestows the Violin ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 244 Apollo, The Coming of ("Victor B. Neuburg"), III, 281 Artemis, Pan to ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 197 Arthur in the Area Again ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 407 As in a Glass, darkley ("Arthur Grimble"), X, 80 Ass, The Wild ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 201 At Bordj-an-Nus ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 37 Athanasius Contra Decanum ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 259 At Sea ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 79 Autumn Woods, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), VI, 149 Ave Adonai ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 351 Bartzabel, Evocation of ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 117 Bedlam, A Ballad of ("Ethel Archer"), X, 207 {237a} Birthday, A ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 419 Bismarck of Battersea, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 401 Blind Prophet, The ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 15 ------ Spadger, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 230 Boo to Buddha ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 201 Bordj-an-Nus, At ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 37 Breeches, My Lady of the ("George Raffalovich"), IV, 25 Bride, The Lonely ("Victor B. Neuburg"), I, 95 Brief Abstract of the Symbolic Representation of the Universe Derived by Dr. John Dee, through the Skrying of Sir Edward Kelly, A (Editor, "Aleister Crowley"), VII, 229; VIII, 99 Brighton, Mystery, The ("George Raffalovich"), III, 287 Buddha, Boo to ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 201 Buddhist, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 272 Cancer? ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 81 Cannabis Indica. "See" Herb Dangerous Chymical Jousting of Bro. Perardua, The ("Aleister Crowley," illustration by "J.F.C.Fuller"), I, 89 Circe ("Ethel Archer"), VI, 52 Circean, The Dream ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 105 "Come, Love, Awaken," Song ("Ethel Archer"), VI, 66 Coming of Apollo, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), III, 281 Crapulous Contemporaries, My: I, Stewed Prunes and Prism, II, 393; II, The Shadowy Dill Waters, III, 327; III, {237b} Glazier's Houses, IV, 346; IV, Wisdom While You Waite, V, 133; V, The Bismarck of Battersea, VII, 401; VI, An Obituary, VIII, 243; VII, A Galahad in Gomorrah, IX, 269; VIII, A Quack Painter, IX, 67. Crowley, The Game of ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 199 Crowley Pool ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 204 Dangers of Mysticism, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 153 Daughter of the Horseleech, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 201 Dead Weight ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 211 Dee, Dr. John ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 229; VIII, 99 Description of the Cards of the Tarot, with their Attributions, including a Method of Divination by their use (Editor, "Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 143 Diana of the Inlet ("Katharine Susannah Prichard"), VII, 249 Dischmatal by Night ("Arthur Grimble"), IX, 66 Dr. Bob ("Mary d'Este Sturges" and "Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 65 Dream Circean, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 105 Dreamer, The ("Ethel Archer"), IV, 208 Dumb! ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 101 Earth, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 108 Editorial, No. I ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 1 Editorial, No. II (first paragraph by "J. F. C. Fuller," revised by "Aleister Crowley;" rest by "Aleister Crowley"), II, 2 Editorial, No. III ("Aleister Crowley"), III, 1 Editorial, No. IV ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 1 Editorial, No. V ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 1 Editorial, No. VI ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 1 Editorial, No. VII ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 3 Editorial, No. VIII ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, xxiii Editorial, No. IX ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, xxiii Editorial, No. X ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 5 Ehe ("George Raffalovich"), IV, 281 Elder Eel ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 215 {238a} Electric Silence, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 53 Eleusis, The Rites of. See Rites Energized Enthusiasm ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 17 Ercildoune ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 175 Evelyn Hope, The New ("Victor B. Neuburg"), VIII, 250 Evocation of Bartzabel the Spirit of Mars, An ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 117 Ex-Probationers, X-rays on ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 142 Eyes of St. Ljubov, The ("George Raffalovich" and "J. F. C. Fuller"), IV, 293 Fairy Fiddler, The ("Ethel Archer"), IX, 115 Felon Flower, The ("Ethel Archer"), IV, 325 Five Adorations, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 186 Foire, La ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 89 Fork of the Roads, The ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 101 Four Winds, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 179 Galahad in Gomorrah, A ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 269 Garden of Janus, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 91 Genesis, A Note on ("Allan Bennett," preface by "Aleister Crowley"), II, 163 Geomancy, Handbook of ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 137 Ghouls, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 159 Gizeh, The Sphinx at ("Lord Dunsany"), II, 205 Glasses, The Magic ("Frank Harris"), I, 49 Gnome, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), IV, 237 Gulf, Across the ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 293 Half-hours with Famous Mahatmas. No. I, Mahatma Shri Agamya Paramahansa Guru Swamiji ("J. F. C. Fuller"), IV, 284 Handbook of Geomancy ("Aleister Crowley", revised), II, 137 Hashish, A Pharmaceutical Study of ("E. Whineray"), I, 233 Hashish Eater, The ("H. G. Ludlow"), IV, 241 Hashish, The Poem of ("Chas. Baudelaire," translator, "Aleister Crowley"), III, 55 {238b} Hashish, The Psychology of ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 31 Heart, The Tell-Tale (adaptor, "Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 131 Herb Dangerous, The, I, 233; II, 31; III, 55; IV, 241 Hermit, The ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 137 High History of Good Sir Palamedes, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, Special Supplement His Secret Sin ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 49 Horseleech, The Daughter of the ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 201 How I Became a Famous Mountaineer ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 275 Hunchback, The Soldier and the ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 113 Ida Pendragon, The Ordeal of ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 113 Illusion d'Amoureux ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 187 Independence ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 181 In Limine ("Ethel Archer"), IX, IN Memoriam, John Yarker ("L. E. Kennedy, Grand Secretary M".'." M".'." M".'.), X, xix I.N.R.I. (Manifesto of O.T.O.: revised) ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, IX, X, Prefatory Matter L.nst N.aturae R.egina I.sis ("Victor B. Neuburg"), IV, 21 Interpreter, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 119 Jane Cheron, Three Poems for ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 41 Janus, The Garden of ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 91 John St. John ("Aleister Crowley"), I, Special Supplement Mr. Justice Scrutton please note. L. vel Legis (Liber CCXX), X, 9 Laylah, Eight - and - Twenty, To ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 235 Liber I vel Magi ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 5 Liber III ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 9 Liber VI (O) ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 11 Liber IX (E) ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 25 Liber X Porta Lucis ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 3 {239a} Liber XI (NV) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 11 Liber XIII Graduum ad Montem Abiegni ("Aleister Crowley"), III, 3 Liber XVI ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 9 Liber XXX (Librae) (revised, "Aleister Crowley"), I, 17 Liber LXIV (Israfel) (Invocation of Thoth from the MSS. of "Allan Bennett"), VII, 21 Liber LXVI (Stellae Rubeae) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 29 Liber XC HB:Tzaddi vel Hamus Hermeticus ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 17 Liber CLVI (Vallum Abiegni) ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 23 Liber CLXXV (Astarte vel Berylli) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 37 Liber CC HB:Resh vel Helios ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 29 Liber CCVI (RV) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 59 Liber L vel Legis (CCXX), X, 9 Liber CCXXXI, (XXII Domarum et XXII Carcerorum) ("Aleister Crowley", illustration by "Crowley"), VII, 69 Liber CCCLVIII (HHH) ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 5 Liber CCCLXX (Capricorni Pneumatici) ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 33 Liber CD (TAU) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 75 Liber CDXII (A) ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 15 Liber CDXVIII (XXX AErum vel Saculi) (Vision and the Voice, The) ("Aleister Crowley"), V, Special Supplement Liber CDLXXIV (Os Abysmi) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 77 Liber D (Sepher Sephiroth) ("Bennett, Crowley," and "others"), VIII, Special Suppliment Liber DXXXVI GR:Beta-Alpha-Tau-Rho-Alpha-Chi-Omicron-Phi-Rho-Epsilon-Nu- Omicron-Beta-Omicron-Omicron-Kappa-Omicron-Sigma-Mu-Omicron- Mu-Alpha-Chi-Iota-Alpha ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 35 Liber DLV (HAD) ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 83 Liber DCCCXXXI (Iod) ("Aleister Crowley"), last paragraph by "S. H. Perry") VII, 93 Liber DCCCLXVIII ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 101 Liber CMXIII ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 105 Liber DCCCCLXIII ("J. F. C. Fuller;" many adjectives removed by "A. Crowley;" illustrations by "Aleister Crowley"), III, Special Supplement {239b} Linos Isidos ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 39 Literatooralooral Treasure-Trove, A ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 49 Lonely Bride, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), I, 95 Long Odds ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 61 Lost Shepherd, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), II, 131 Madeline ("Arthur F. Grimble"), III, 129 Magdalen Blair, The Testament of ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 137 magic Glasses, The ("Frank Harris"), I, 49 Magician, The (translated from French of Levi and Latin of Honorius; "Aleister Crowley"), I, 109 Mahatmas, Half-hours with Famous ("J. F. C. Fuller"), IV, 284 Man Cover, The ("George Raffalovich"), II, 353 Mantra-Yogi, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 275 Memory of Love ("Herbert Close"), VII, 291 Mermaids, Among the ("Norman Roe"), II, 335 Midsummer Eve ("Ethel Archer"), IV, 310 Mind, The Training of the (Allan Bennett), V, 28 Mountaineer, How I became a Famous ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 275 My Lady of the Breeches ("George Raffalovich"), IV, 25 Mystery, The Brighton ("George Raffalovich"), III, 287 Mysticism, The Dangers of ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 201 New Evelyn Hope, The ("Victor B. Neuburg"), VIII, 250 Nocturne, A ("Victor B. Neuburg"), V, 121 Note on Genesis, A ("Allen Bennett," preface by "Aleister Crowley"), II, 163 Obituary, An ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 243 On --- On --- "Poet" ("Mrs. Bey"), VIII, 211 Opium Smoker, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 191 Ordeal of Ida Pendragon, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 113 Organ in King's Chapel, The ("G. H. S. Pinsent"), II, 162 Origin, An ("Victor B. Neuburg"), III, 115 {240a} Painter, A Quack ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 67 Palamedes, The High History of Sir ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, Supplement Pan to Artemis ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 197 Perardua, The Chymical Jousting of Brother ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 89 Persis, To ("D. Hamish Jenkins"), VIII, 231 Pharmaceutical Study of Cannabis Sativa, A ("E. Whineray, M. P. S."), I, 233 Pilgrim, The ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 130 Poem of Hashish, The ("Chas. Baudelaire" translated by "Aleister Crowley"), III, 55 Poetical Memory, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 311 Postcards to Probationers ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 196 Priestess of Panormita, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 209 Professor Zircon ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 91 Prophet, The Blind ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 15 Prunes and Prism, Stewed ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 393 Psychology of Hashish, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 31 Quack Painter, A ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 67 Rites of Eleusis, The ("Aleister Crowley"; except parts of the Rites of Mars and Mercury, which were written by "George Raffalovich"), VI, Special Supplement Ritual, Two Fragments of ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 81 Roads, At the Fork of ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 101 Rosa Ignota ("Victor B. Neuburg"), X, 127 Sabbath, The ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 60 St. Ljubov, The Eyes of ("George Raffalovich" and "J. F. C. Fuller"), IV, 293 Satan, Hymn to ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 206 Scorpion, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 67 Sea, At ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 79 Sepher Sephiroth ("Aleister Crowley" and "others," as stated in Editorial Note), VIII, Special Supplement. Ship, The, A Mystery-play ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 57 Silence ("Ethel Archer"), VII, 290 {240b} Silence, The Electric ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 53 Sin, His Secret ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 49 Sleep ("Ethel Archer"), VI, 112 Smoker, The Opium ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 191 Snowstorm ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 183 Soldier and the Hunchback, The ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 113 Solomon. "See" Temple. Sorites ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 142 Soul Hunter, The ("Aleister Crowley"), III, 119 Sphinx at Gizeh, The ("Lord Dunsany"), II, 205 Stepney ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 129 Stewed Prunes and Prism ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 393 Syllabus of the Official Instructions of A.'. A.'. hitherto published, A ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 41 Tango, The ("Mary d'Este Sturges" and "Aleister Crowley"), IX, 295 Tarot (editor, "Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 143 Tell-Tale Heart, The (Adapted by "Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 131 Temple, In the ("Victor B. Neuburg"), IV, 352 Temple of Solomon the King, The, Parts I-IV ("J. F. C. Fuller," documents supplied by "Aleister Crowley"), I, 141; II, 217; III, 133; IV, 41 Temple of Solomon the King, The, Parts V-X{WEH NOTE: sic, should be V-IX} ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 65; VII, 355; VIII, 5; IX, 1; X, 91 Testament of Magdalen Blair, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 137 Thelema (Music by "Lalah Waddell," homage preliminary, "Aleister Crowley"), VIII, xxvii Thief-taker, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 291 Three Poems ("Victor B. Neuburg"), VIII, xxxvii {241a} Three Poems for Jane Cheron ("Aleister Crowley"), VI, 41 Three Worms, The ("Edward Storer"), IV, 317 Threnody, ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 65 "Titanic," The ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 47 Todd, Mr. ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 209 Training of the Mind, The ("Allan Bennett"), V, 28 Tresure-Trove, A Literatooralooral ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 49 Vampire, The ("Ethel Archer"), V, 143 Violin, Apollo bestows the ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 244 Violinist, Lines to a Young Lady ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 13 Violinist, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IV, 277 Vitriol Thrower, The ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 103 Vixen, The ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 125 Waite's Wet ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 233 Weight, Dead ("Aleister Crowley"), X, 211 Wild Ass, The ("Aleister Crowley"), II, 201 Winds, The Four ("Aleister Crowley"), VII, 179 Wisdom While You Waite ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 133 Wizard Way, The ("Aleister Crowley"), I, 37 Wood cutter, The ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 79 Worms, The Three ("Edward Storer"), IV, 317 X-rays on Ex-Probationers ("Aleister Crowley"), V, 142 Yarker, John, In Memoriam ("Grand Secretary M".'." M".'." M".'." "), X, xix Young Lady Violinist, Lines to a ("Aleister Crowley"), IX, 13 Zircon, Professor ("Aleister Crowley"), VIII, 91 {241b} REVIEWS PSEUDONYMS "Crowley ---" A. C. Christabel Wharton. Ethel Ramsay. Ariel. A. Quiller (only in 'The Open Road'). The Author of 'Rosa Mundi.' N. O. Dhammaloyu. Ananda Vigga. J. Mc. C. Fra. O. M. H. K. T. Francis Bendick. A Quiller, Junior. Doris Leslie ('Baby'). "C." Hilda Norfolk. Elaine Carr. Martial Nay. Edward Kelley. Perdurabo. D. Carr. Caligula II. Boleskine. Jonathan Hutchinson, natu minimus. Dost Achiha Khan. Super Sinistram. Sherlock holmes. Professor Jacobus Imperator. Percy Flage. Leo Viridis. Alice L. Foote. Probationer. H. G. {243a} "Crowley ---" Tarr M. B. Mohammed. M. W. Georgos. Cantab. O. H. Laura Graham. L. T. Leo. Eric Tait. M. Tupper. Nick Lamb. Abhavananda. A. L. Felix. Barbey de Rochechouart. Mary d'Este. Marechal de Cambronne. GR:Pi Candlestick. Panurge. John Masefield, Junior. Diogenes. David Thomas. K. S. I. St. Maurice E. Kulm. Lemuel S. Innocent. Morpheus. K. H. A. K. "Cap. Fuller ---" J. F. C. F. Antoinette Bouvignon. F. {243b} "Cap. Fuller ---" Bathshebah Tina Methusalah. A. Quiller. Sam Hardy. Alicia de Gruys. H subscript 2S. B. Rashith. Vishnu. Elias Ashmole. A. Q. "Norman Roe ---" Norman Roe. "Neuburg ---" V. B. Neuburg. V. B. N. Victor. "R. N. Warren ---" R. N. W. "George Raffalovich ---" George Raffalovich. {244a -- upper half of page only} "E. J. Wieland ---" E. J. Wieland. Bunco. E. le Roux. "Ethel Archer ---" Ethel Archer. "John Yarker ---" John Yarker, 33 Degree, 90 Degree, 97 Degree. "E. Whineray, M. P. S. ---" E. Whineray, M. P. S. "Herbert Close ---" Meredith Starr. "Mary Bay ---" Mary d'Este. "Elizabeth Gwendolen Otter ---" E. G. O. "A. C. Hobbs ---" A. C. Hobbs. {244b --- upper half of page only} UNSIGNED REVIEWS A Modern Reading of St. Francis of Assisi --- "Crowley." After Death, What? --- "Crowley." Buddhist Review --- "Crowley." Captain Margaret --- "Crowley." Comte's Philosophy as Rectified by Schopenhauer --- "Fuller." Contemporary Psychology --- "Crowley." Evolution from Nebula to Man --- "Fuller." Life of John Dee --- "Fuller." Little Books of Selections of the Children of the Light --- "Crowley." Meister Eckhart's Sermons --- "Crowley." Outlines of Psychology: Introduction to Philosophy --- "Neuburg." {244a} R. P. A. Annual, 1910 --- "Fuller." Seen and Unseen --- "Crowley." The Arcana of Nature --- "Crowley." The Hand of God --- "Fuller." The Literary Guide and Rationalist's Review --- "Crowley." The Martyrdom of Ferrer --- "Fuller." The Message of Psychic Science to the World --- "Crowley." The Mystery of Existence --- "Crowley." The Philosophy and Fun of Algebra --- "Crowley." The Quest --- "Crowley." The Super-Sensual Life --- "Crowley." The Workshop of Religion --- "Crowley." The Worship of Satan in Modern France --- "Crowley." {244b} NOW READY SIR PALAMEDE THE SARACEN By ALEISTER CROWLEY "REPRINTED FROM EQUINOX IV" PRICE 5/- "Much vigorous imagination." --- "Times." "...his genius, be its origin celestial or infernal, is considerably to our liking; he can write angelic poetry and devilish good prose, a cloud of exotic scholarship trailing over the whole, and suffused now and then by lightning- like gleams of mirth and snappiness." --- "English Review." "The poet's impassioned imagination and fancy move untrammelled throughout this metrical romance." --- "Publishers' Circular." ---------------------------------- "LOOK OUT! FOR THE FORTHCOMING PUBLICATIONS" AHA! "REPRINTED FROM EQUINOX III" LITTLE POEMS IN PROSE By CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Translated by ALEISTER CROWLEY Price 5/- WIELAND & CO. Telephone: 2632 Kensington. {Illustration on center top third by horizontal: This is an equilateral triangle circumscribed in a white ring. 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BY ALEISTER CROWLEY The "Daily Mall" says --- "This is a garland of some fifty or sixty devotional hymns to the Virgin, in which the author, while not exceeding the bounds of Catholic orthodoxy, fills his verses with quaint and charming conceits, very much in the style of the 'metaphysical' poets of the seventeenth century. Indeed, in turning over the pages of 'Amphora,' as the little volume was entitled when published anonymously two years ago, by Burns & Oates, we feel them to be the work of a recipient of the tradition of Vaughan the Silurist, George Herbert, and Crashaw, although Mr. Crowley is smooth where they are rugged, plain where they are perplexing. "These poems indicate a mind full of earnest aspiration towards his spiritual Queen, a mind of an engaging naivete, untroubled by the religious and philosophical problems which weary more complex intelligences. This little work can be cordially recommended to Catholic readers." Father Kent writes in "The Tablet" --- "Among the many books which benevolent publishers are preparing as appropriate Christmas presents we notice many new editions of favourite poetic classics. But few, we fancy, can be more appropriate for the purpose than a little volume of original verses, entitled 'Amphora,' which Messrs. Burns & Oates are on the point of publishing. The following stanzas from a poem on the Nativity will surely be a better recommendation of the book than any words of critical appreciation: "The Virgin lies at Bethlehem. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh!) The root of David shoots a stem. (O Holy Spirit, shadow her!) "She lies alone amid the kine. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh!) The straw is fragrant as with wine. (O Holy Spirit, shadow her!)" Lieut.-Col. Gormley writes --- "The hymns ordinarily used in churches for devotional purposes are no doubt excellent in their way, but it can scarcely be said, in the case of many of them, that they are of much literary merit, and some of them indeed are little above the familiar nursery rhymes of our childhood; it is therefore somewhat of a relief and a pleasure to read the volume of hymns to the Virgin Mary which has just been published by Messrs. Burns & Oates. These hymns to the Virgin Mary are in the best style, they are devotional in the highest degree, and to Roman Catholics, for whom devotion to the Virgin Mary forms so important a part of their religious belief, these poems should indeed be welcome; personally I have found them just what I desired, and I have no doubt other Catholics will be equally pleased with them." "Vanity Fair" says --- "To the ordinary mind passion has no relation to penitence, and carnal desire is the very antithesis of spiritual fervour. But close observers of human nature are accustomed to discover an intimate connection between the forces of the body and the soul; and the student of psychology is continually being reminded of the kinship between saint and sinner. Now and then we find the extremes of self and selflessness in the same soul. Dante tells us how the lover kissed the trembling mouth, and with the same thrill describes his own passionate abandonment before the mystic Rose. In our own day, the greatest of French lyric poets, Verlaine, has given us volumes of the most passionate love songs, and side by side with them a book of religious poetry more sublimely credulous and ecstatic than anything that has come down to us from the Ages of faith. We are all, as Sainte-Beuve said, 'children of a sensual literature,' and perhaps for that reason we should expect from our singers fervent religious hymns. "There is one of London's favourites almost unrivalled to express by her art the delights of the body with a pagan simplicity and directness. Now she sends us a book, 'Amphora,' a volume of religious verse: it contains song after song in praise of Mary," etc. etc. etc. The "Scotsman" says --- "Outside the Latin Church conflicting views are held about the worship of the Virgin, but there can be no doubt that this motive of religion has given birth to many beautiful pieces of literature, and the poets have never tired of singing variations on the theme of 'Hail Mary.' This little book is best described here as a collection of such variations. They are written with an engaging simplicity and fervour of feeling, and with a graceful, refined literary art that cannot but interest and attract many readers beyond the circles of such as must feel it religiously impossible not to admire them." The "Daily Telegraph" says --- In this slight volume we have the utterances of a devout anonymous Roman Catholic singer, in a number of songs or hymns addressed to the Virgin Mary. The author, who has evidently a decided gift for sacred verse and has mastered varied metres suitable to her high themes, divides her poems into four series of thirteen each --- thus providing a song for each week of the year. The songs are all of praise or prayer addressed to the Virgin, and though many have a touch of mysticism, most have a simplicity of expression and earnestness of devotion that will commend them to the author's co-religionists." The "Catholic Herald" says --- "This anonymous volume of religious verse reaches a very high level of poetic imagery. It is a series of hymns in honour of Our Lady, invariably expressed in melodious verse. The pitfalls of religious verse are bathos and platitude, but these the sincerity of the writer and a certain mastery over poetic expression have enabled him --- or her --- to avoid. The writer of such verse as the following may be complimented on a very high standard of poetic expression: "The shadows fall about the way; Strange faces glimmer in the gloom; The soul clings feebly to the clay, For that, the void; for this, the tomb! "But Mary sheds a blessed light; Her perfect face dispels the fears. She charms Her melancholy knight Up to the glad and gracious spheres. "O Mary, like a pure perfume Do thou receive this failing breath, And with Thy starry lamp illume The darkling corridors of death!" The "Catholic Times" says --- "The 'Amphora' is a collection of poems in honour of our Blessed Lady. They are arranged in four books, each of which contains thirteen pieces. Thus with the prologue there are fifty-three poems in all. Needless to say they breathe a spirit of deep piety and filial love towards our Heavenly Mother. Many beautiful and touching thoughts are embodied in the various verses, which cannot but do good to the pious soul." The "Staffordshire Chronicle" says --- "Under this title there has appeared an anonymous volume of verses breathing the same exotic fragrance of Rossetti's poem on Our Lady that begins 'Mother of the fair delight.' There is the same intense pre-Raphaelite atmosphere, the same aesthetic revelling in Catholic mysticism, the same rich imagery and gorgeous word-colouring that pervade the poetic works of that nineteenth-century artist. A valuable addition to the poetic literature on the Mother of our Lord." The "Guardian" says --- "The devotional fervour of 'Amphora' will make them acceptable to those who address their worship to the Blessed Mother of the Christ. The meaning of the title of the book is not very obvious. 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POETRY AND DRAMA No. 1 March 1913 CONTENTS A LIST OF RECENT BOOKS ANNOUNCEMENTS ARTICLES Personal Explanation "Harold Monro" A Note on John Webster The National Anthem "Algar Thorold" "Rupert Brooke" The Greek Genius "A. Romney Green" Ella Wheeler Wilcox " Edward Thomas" Shakespeare and Mr. Granville Barker The Theatre in Whitechapel "J. Rodker" "Leonard Inkster" CRITICISM Georgian Poetry 1911-12 Anthologies: Good and Bad " Henry Newbolt" " Richard Buxton" Reviews Dramatic Chronicle " Gilbert Cannan" French Chronicle "F. S. Flint" POETRY Maurice Hewlett James Elroy Flecker Lascelles Abercrombie Michael Mecredy CONTENTS No. 2 June 1913 VARIA Poetry and the Public --- The Imagistes --- A Censorship on Poetasters --- A National Theatre --- Moliere as Antidote --- Experiments with Puppets --- Sumurun --- Mermaid Nights --- Literary Dishonesty --- A Futurist Number of POETRY AND DRAMA --- The Death of the Poet Laureate --- Particulars of POETRY AND DRAMA. POETRY Emile Verhaeren Rabindranath Tagore Harold Monro John Helston Victor Plarr John Drinkwater Henry Simpson STUDIES AND APPRECIATIONS Emile Verhaeren: An Appreciation John Donne "Rupert Brooke" "Michael T. H. Sadler" The Greek Genius (II) Thomas Hardy of Dorchester "A. Romney Green" "Edward Thomas" A Model Anthology "J. C. Squire" CHRONICLES Current English Poetry "The Editor" French Chronicle "F. S. Flint" Dramatic Chronicle "Gilbert Cannan" Italian Chronicle "Arundel del Re" REVIEWS The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse --- The Poetical Works of George Meredith --- Poems New and Old: Henry Newbolt --- Love-Poems and Others: D. H. Lawrence --- The Venturers: Vivian Locke Ellis --- Lyrics: Lady Margaret Sackville --- A Boy's Will: Robert Frost --- Death and the Princess: Frances Cornford --- Songs of Alban: E. S. Lorimer --- Narcissus: Edward Storer --- The Book of Lies: Frater Perdurabo --- The Agate Lamp: Eva Gore-Booth --- Agnus Dei: Nancy Campbell. A LIST OF RECENT BOOKS [Annotated] (Paragraph symbol) "Poetry and Drama is published at the Poetry Bookshop, 35 Devonshire Street, Theobald's Road, London, W.C." THE WHIRLPOOL BY ETHEL ARCHER With a Cover specially designed by E. J. WIELAND; a Dedicatory Sonnet by VICTOR B. NEUBURG; and an Introduction by ALEISTER CROWLEY. Price One Shilling net "This is a whirlpool, and no mistake; a witches' cauldron wherein suns and stars and souls, and Lilith and Sappho, and 'whispering hair,' and corpses and poppies, jostle one another in a heaving brew of iridescent, quasi-putrescent, ultra-modernity. Quite good reading all the same. Take p. 44: --- .... And we must thank the mysterious V. B. N. for a really inspired line --- 'Thou lyric laughter of the enfranchised male.' .... The naughty new 'male' smashing our windows with his inverted commas ... unless, indeed, as Mr. Aleister Crowley authoritatively hints in his sacerdotal preface, ... But the time, we think, is hardly ripe for such disclosures, although the more intelligent among us may have seen a certain Writing upon the Wall, setting forth, in clearest language, that 1 + 1 = 3." --- "The English Review." "Poems by a new writer who possesses imaginative gifts of unusual quality. Miss Archer's poems are both mystical and realistic, and they bear traces of having been to some extent influenced by the work of Mr. Aleister Crowley, but without losing an originality which is entirely their own." --- "T. P.'s Weekly." "This book has all the defects and none of the qualities of Mr. Crowley's work. ... Miss Ethel Archer misses everything. There is no "elan" in the work. She has none of the happy fluency of her master, and it requires much to carry off the cumbrous apparatus of esoteric epithets with which she is burdened. Miss Archer's mechanical abnormalities are ridiculous; she has mistaken jingle for music and incomprehensibility for passion. ... The world will not willingly let it die." --- "Vanity Fair." "On the cover a naked woman is riding a bat over a whirlpool; craggy white mountains are behind her and a red sky behind all. There is a fine fierceness of movement in the design; it is certainly good. Mr. Aleister Crowley introduces Miss Archer briefly but splendidly, with phrases of this sort: 'We find such rime-webs as abaaab-babbba ..., more exquisite than all the arabesques of the Alhambra." ... It is all very splendid. ... We feel drearily sensible of our outer darkness. Coming to Miss Archer's poetry we are obliged to notice her debt to Swinburne, yet we find it, on the whole, good. ... The colour is very strong; the shades of thought are clear, and often subtle. ... The uninitiated may certainly recognise great strength of conviction in Miss Archer, even if they cannot or do not wish to appreciate it." --- "The Poetry Review." "Several of these unpleasant phantasies are reprinted from the "Equinox," and there is an introduction by Aleister Crowley, in which he says this book is the hell of sterile passion glowing in the heart of the hell of desolation." --- "Times Literary Supplement." "There is a resemblance in much of Miss Archer's verse to the sensuous school of English poetry, and it has the same lyrical power. Love in its various forms is the theme of her songs, and she expresses her thoughts in vivid words. The portrayal of the intensity of personal feeling with an unguarded freedom, is that which a student of pre-Raphaelite poetry would naturally acquire. (Our reviewer's guarded remarks lead us to suppose he means that The Whirlpool' is rather 'hot water.' --- ED.) --- "Publishers' Circular." "Moralists with no pretensions to severity will frown at the sentiments conveyed in the poem 'To Lilith. ...' 'Reverie,' 'Midsummer Morn,' and 'Sleep,' are really beautiful poems. ..." --- "Westminster Review." "Full, at any rate, of high artistic endeavour is Miss Ethel Archer's 'The Whirlpool.' There is a strong sense of classical beauty and of form in these passionate and exotic verses. 'The Felon Flower' is an extraordinary rhapsody, and the 'Song to Leila' is delicate and highly wrought." --- "The Commentator." "The verse is musical and the ideas profound. ..." --- "Light." MR. NEUBURG'S NEW VOLUME OF POEMS. "Imperial" 16mo, pp. 200 ---------------- "Now ready. Order through" The Equinox, "or of any Bookseller." THE TRIUMPH OF PAN. POEMS BY VICTOR B. NEUBURG. This volume, containing many poems, --- nearly all of them hitherto unpublished --- besides THE TRIUMPH OF PAN, includes THE ROMANCE OF OLIVIA VANE. The First Edition is limited to Two Hundred and Fifty copies: Two Hundred and Twenty on ordinary paper, whereof less than Two Hundred are for sale; and Thirty on Japanese vellum, of which Twenty-five are for sale. These latter copies are numbered, and signed by the Author. The binding is half-parchment with crimson sides; the ordinary copies are bound in crimson boards, half holland. The price of ordinary copies is Five Shillings net; of the special copies, One Guinea net. EXTRACTS FROM FIRST NOTICES. "Not everyone will care for Mr. Neuburg's tone in all the pieces, but he is undoubtedly a poet to be reckoned with, and a volume so original as this is should create no small stir. It is superbly produced by the publishers." --- "Sussex Daily News." "When one comes to the poems ... it is evident that they are written in English.... In a certain oblique and sub-sensible sense, eloquent and musical....Distinctly Wagnerian in their effects...." --- "Scotsman." "It is full of 'the murmurous monotones of whispering lust,' 'the song of young desire,' and that kind of poppycock." --- "London Opinion." "A competent master of words and rhythms. ... His esoteric style is unreasonably obscure from an intelligent plain poetry-lover's standpoint." --- "Morning Leader." "A charming volume of poems... Pagan glamour ... passion and vigour. ... 'Sigurd's Songs' are commendable for dealing with the all too largely neglected Scandinavian theology. ... A scholarly disciple. ... The entire volume is eminently recommendable." --- "Jewish Chronicle." "A gorgeous rhapsody. ... Fortunately, there are the police. ... On the whole, we cannot help regretting that such splendid powers of imagination and expression are flung away in such literary rioting." --- "Light." "Sometimes of much beauty of rhythm and phrase. ..." ---"Times." "Poets who have any originality deserve to be judged by their own standard. ... A Neo-mystic or semi-astrological pantheist. ..." --- "Liverpool Echo." "Love-making appears to have an added halo in his eyes if it is associated with delirium or bloodshed. ... Mr. Neuburg has a 'careless rapture' all his own; the carelessness, indeed, is just the trouble. His versification is remarkable, and there is something impressive in its mere fluency. ... So luxurious, so rampant, a decadence quickly palls. ... On the whole, this book must be pronounced a quite grievous exhibition of recklessness and folly." --- "Manchester Guardian." "...We began to be suspicious of him. ... Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand. ... This clever book." --- "Academy." "A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a command of richly adorned language ... have already assured for the author a prominent place amongst present-day poets. ... An enthusiastic devotion to classic song ... sustained metrical charm. From first to last the poet's work is an important contribution to the century's literature." --- "Publishers' Circular." "This [book] contains the answer to a very well-known riddle propounded by the late Elizabeth Barrett Browning. You remember she asked in one of her poems, 'What was he doing to Great God Pan: Down in the reeds by the River?' Well, Mr. Victor Neuburg has discovered the answer, for he was obviously wandering near the river if he was not hidden in the reeds. ..." --- "ROBERT ROSS in "The Bystander." "There is no question about the poetic quality of much of Mr. Neuburg's verse. ... We are given visions of love which open new amorous possibilities." --- "Daily Chronicle." "Sheer ennui is apt to say 'morbid,' and have done with it. ... But here is Mr. Neuburg, with real literary and temperamental gifts ... but it is not honest to deny that he is actually straying here and there upon the borders of a definite region of consciousness; that the evil and power he acclaims and fears have a phantom existence. ..." --- "Westminster Gazette." EXTRACTS FROM PRESS NOTICES --- "Continued" "A volume of no ordinary ability ... real beauty." --- "Advocate of India." "... His poems are a mystery beyond the comprehension of the uninitiate. But we can appreciate the beauty of their sound, and envy those lovers in distant countries who will apparently enjoy the meaning. ..." ---"English Review." "By a big Pot, no doubt." --- "John Bull." "'The Triumph of Pan' contains poems alive with music and rich in thought. Mr. Neubrug writes with distinction, and the book, from first to last, is one which lovers of poetry will appreciate." --- "Standard." "... full of the throbbing fever of life which one cannot confine into measure on all occasions. "'The Triumph of Pan' is full of sonorous lines, with wonderful word pictures and poetic imagery which has seldom been excelled. ..." --- "American Register." "... Many beautiful passages in the volume ... strange allusions to unpleasant gods, and the imagery is occasionally repellent. "The tremendous conception of that 'world so wide' ... at his best in some of the shorter poems ... stirring rhythm. ... we linger with delight over the splendid line --- "'The murmurous song of the morning star, aflame o'er the birth of day.' "... Melodious and plaintive with a haunting rhythm ... vivid and pictorial ... a painter's vision as well as a poet's ear ... a fine simile in 'Osiris' is all his own." --- "Co-Mason." "... a delirious music ... the majority of them [the poems] trouble the reader by giving the impression that a deep meaning lies behind the embroidered veil of words to which he is unable to penetrate; others again seem to suggest events of too intimate and personal a nature to have a general application or interest ... mixed metaphors --- erratic visualisation. ..." --- "Theosophy in Scotland." "Passion and pain, 'red desire' and 'red roses' are frequent "motifs" in Mr. V. B. Neuburg's 'Triumph of Pan' ('The Equinox' Office), much of which merits the ambiguous distinction of being unusual. Though by no means deficient in originality, vigour or imaginative power, his verse is too often cumbered with the fantastic symbols of a species of erotic mysticism, into which we feel no desire to probe; while the lack of reticence consistently displayed constitutes an artistic blemish not lightly to be excused. The author's serene confidence in the immortality of his lays would be better justified were he to make some attempt to discriminate between the gold and the rubbish, and, incidentally, refraining from penning such grotesqueness as is contained, for example, in 'The Sunflower,' where we are informed how, among other portents --- "'a greater god arose, And stole the earth by standing on his toes And blowing through the air.' "It is difficult to believe that the persons to whom certain poems are inscribed will experience any very lively gratification at the compliment." --- "Athenaeum." "... really notable fluency and fecundity of expression. ... He gives us little of that boring stuff that is usually termed 'strong meat.' ... his dedicatory poem is the one that fascinates me most. It is a tender little lyric, delicate, iridescent, fragrant as a summer dawn. I take the liberty of quoting it in full. ..." --- "New Age." "Fie, Mr. Neuburg! ... a most regrettable collection of songs that deal with unrestrained affection. ... There's no denying they are first-rate verse." --- PERCY FLAGE in "The Equinox." "... We are dizzied and dazzled by a foaming rainbow-hued torrent of impassioned words. We are struck by the wealth and boldness of the imagery, and the facility of mechanical execution. ... It is brilliant work ... one is bound to admire the cleverness of it all." --- "Literary Guide." "... In the author of the present collection of poems ... we have a veritable twentieth-century mystic and apostle of ecstasy who, according to his dedication, gives his songs --- "'By the sign that is black and forbidden, By the word that is uttered no more.' "'The Triumph of Pan,' from which the book borrows its title, is a remarkable sequence of some forty 'philosophic and ecstatic' stanzas ... He would also seem to 'hold opinion with Pythagoras' although we question if even Nietzsche himself could quite fathom the undercurrent of the lay. ... Despite occasional extravagances in thought and in diction his work is that of a cultured scholar, his verbal artistry undeniably inspired with the true spirit of poetry. Whether he sings of 'Violet skies all rimmed in tune,' of red ravens, of purple kisses, of silver stars 'crested with amber melody,' or of the 'rhythmic sway of the idle moon,' he is always musical albeit, like Wagner, whose effects he now and then distinctly recalls, often utterly unintelligible. ... In striking contrast to the chaste and serenely beautiful 'Diana Rides; ... are no less that twenty-two audaciously passionate love- lyrics inscribed not only to one Olivia Vane, but also, curiously enough to her 'other' lover." ---"The Gambolier." "He has arrived. ... "Mr. Neuburg's work is partly mystical and partly of the flesh. ... Quite frankly, some of his work we do not at all understand. This applies notably to his 'Music-Pictures,' which 'were obtained under the direct influence of music.' 'This,' the poet naively tells us, 'may explain their apparent inconsequence.' ... he is much more than a minor poet. He can and will yet accomplish great work. ... His ingenious rhyming capacity sometimes almost startles one. In the choice of some of this subjects he is daring --- greatly daring. ... His genius is undoubted; and the world has a lot yet to hear of and from this gifted singer." --- "Greater London Illustrated." "If he rejects this mask, Mr. Neuburg may become a poet." --- "Rhythm." The Star in the West BY CAPTAIN J. F. C. FULLER "FOURTH LARGE EDITION NOW READY" THROUGH THE EQUINOX AND ALL BOOKSELLERS SIX SHILLINGS NET ===================================== A highly original study of morals and religion by a new writer, who is as entertaining as the average novelist is dull. Nowadays human thought has taken a brighter place in the creation: our emotions are weary of bad baronets and stolen wills; they are now only excited by spiritual crises, catastrophes of the reason, triumphs of the intelligence. In these fields Captain Fuller is a master dramatist. ===================================== KONX OM PAX THE MOST REMARKABLE TREATISE ON THE MYSTIC PATH EVER WRITTEN Contains an Introduction and Four Essays; the first an account of the progress of the soul to perfect illumination, under the guise of a charming fairy tale; The second, an Essay on Truth, under the guise of a Christmas pantomime; The third, an Essay on Magical Ethics, under the guise of the story of a Chinese philosopher; The fourth, a Treatise on many Magical Subjects of the profoundest importance, under the guise of a symposium, interspersed with beautiful lyrics. No serious student can afford to be without this delightful volume. The second edition is printed on hand-made paper, and bound in white buckram, with cover-design in gold. PRICE TEN SHILLINGS WALTER SCOTT PUBLISHING CO. LTD., and through "THE EQUINOX" -------------- Some Press Opinions Dr. M. D. EDER in "The New Age" "Yours also is the Reincarnation and the Life, O laughing lion that is to be! "Here you have distilled for our delight the inner spirit of the Tulip's form, the sweet secret mystery of the Rose's perfume: you have set them free from all that is material whilst preserving all that is sensual. 'So also the old mystics were right who saw in every phenomenon a dog-faced demon apt only to seduce the soul from the sacred mystery.' Yes, but the phenomenon shall it not be as another sacred mystery; the force of attraction still to be interpreted in terms of God and the Psyche? We shall reward you by befoulment, by cant, by misunderstanding, and by understanding. This to you who wear the Phrygian cap, not as symbol of Liberty, O ribald ones, but of sacrifice and victory, of Inmost Enlightenment, of the soul's deliverance from the fetters of the very soul itself --- fear not; you are not 'replacing truth of thought by mere expertness of mechanical skill.' "You who hold more skill and more power than your great English predecessor, Robertus de Fluctibus, you have not feared to reveal 'the Arcana which are in the Adytum of God-nourished Silence' to those who, abandoning nothing, will sail in the company of the Brethren of the Rosy Cross towards the Limbus, that outer, unknown world encircling so many a universe." "John Bull," in the course of a long review by Mr. HERBERT VIVIAN "The author is evidently that rare combination of genius, a humorist and a philosopher. For pages he will bewilder the mind with abstruse esoteric pronouncements, and then, all of a sudden, he will reduce his readers to hysterics with some surprisingly quaint conceit. I was unlucky to begin reading him at breakfast, and I was moved to so much laughter that I watered my bread with my tears and barely escaped a convulsion." "The Times" "The Light wherein he writes is the L.V.X., of that which, first mastering and then transcending the reason, illumines all the darkness cause by the interference of the opposite waves of thought. ... It is one of the most suggestive definitions of KONX --- the LVX of the Brethren of the Rosy Cross --- that it transcends all the possible pairs of opposites. Nor does this sound nonsensical to those who are acquainted with that LVX. But to those who do not it must remain as obscure and ridiculous as spherical trigonometry to the inhabitants of Flatland." "The Literary Guide" "He is a lofty idealist. He sings like a lark at the gates of heaven. 'Konx Om Pax' is the apotheosis of extravagance, the last word in eccentricity. A prettily told fairy-story 'for babes and sucklings' has 'explanatory notes in Hebrew and Latin for the wise and prudent' --- which notes, as far as we can see, explain nothing --- together with a weird preface in scraps of twelve or fifteen languages. The best poetry in the book is contained in the last section --- 'The Stone of the Philosophers.' Here is some fine work." Household Gods A COMEDY By ALEISTER CROWLEY Privately Printed by the Chiswick Press and bound in White Buckram with Gold Lettering ---------------- PRICE HALF A GUINEA ---------------- Copies may be obtained on application to the Author at the offices of "The Equinox" --------------------------------------------------------------------- Thirty copies of the Sketch of ALEISTER CROWLEY by AUGUS- TUS JOHN have been pulled on Special Paper, and are for sale, framed, at the Price of One Guinea Net. Application should be made at once to the Offices of this Magazine "To be obtained of" THE EQUINOX, 33 Avenue Studios, 76 Fulham Road, South Kensington, S.W. TELEPHONE: 2632 KENSINGTON. ======================= "Crown 8vo, Scarlet Buckram, pp. 64." PRICE 10s. net Less than 100 copies remain. The price will shortly be raised to one guinea net. A.'. A.'. PUBLICATION IN CLASS B. ======================= BOOK 777 THIS book contains in concise tabulated form a comparative view of all the symbols of the great religions of the world; the perfect attributions of the Taro, so long kept secret by the Rosicrucians, are now for the first time published; also the complete secret magical correspondences of the G.'. D.'. and R. R. et A. C. It forms, in short, a complete magical and philosophical dictionary; a key to all religions and to all practical occult working. For the first time Western and Qabalistic symbols have been harmonized with those of Hinduism, Buddhism, Mohammedanism, Taoism, etc. By a glance at Tables, anybody conversant with any one system can understand perfectly all others. The "Occult Review" says: "Despite its cumbrous sub-title and high price per page, this work has only to come under the notice of the right people to be sure of a ready sale. In its author's words, it represents 'an attempt to systematise alike the data of mysticism and the results of comparative religion,' and so far as any book can succeed in such an attempt, this book does succeed; that is to say, it condenses in some sixty pages as much information as many an intelligent reader at the Museum has been able to collect in years. The book proper consists of a Table of 'Correspondences,' and is, in fact, an attempt to reduce to a common denominator the symbolism of as many religious and magical systems as the author is acquainted with. The denominator chosen is necessarily a large one, as the author's object is to reconcile systems which divide all things into 3, 7, 10, 12, as the case may be. Since our expression 'common denominator' is used in a figurative and not in a strictly mathematical sense, the task is less complex than appears at first sight, and the 32 Paths of the Sepher Yetzirah, or Book of Formation of the Qabalah, provide a convenient scale. These 32 Paths are attributed by the Qabalists to the 10 Sephiroth, or Emanations of Deity, and to the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet, which are again subdivided into 3 mother letters, 7 double letters, and 12 simple letters. On this basis, that of the Qabalistic 'Tree of Life,' as a certain arrangement of the Sephiroth and 22 remaining Paths connecting them is termed, the author has constructed no less than 183 tables. "The Qabalistic information is very full, and there are tables of Egyptian and Hindu deities, as well as of colours, perfumes, plants, stones, and animals. The information concerning the tarot and geomancy exceeds that to be found in some treatises devoted exclusively to those subjects. The author appears to be acquainted with Chinese, Arabic, and other classic texts. Here your reviewer is unable to follow him, but his Hebrew does credit alike to him and to his printer. Among several hundred words, mostly proper names, we found and marked a few misprints, but subsequently discovered each one of them in a printed table of errata, which we had overlooked. When one remembers the misprints in 'Agrippa' and the fact that the ordinary Hebrew compositor and reader is no more fitted for this task than a boy cognisant of no more than the shapes of the Hebrew letters, one wonders how many proofs there were and what the printer's bill was. A knowledge of the Hebrew alphabet and the Qabalistic Tree of Life is all that is needed to lay open to the reader the enormous mass of information contained in this book. The 'Alphabet of Mysticism,' as the author says --- several alphabets we should prefer to say --- is here. Much that has been jealously and foolishly kept secret in the past is here, but though our author has secured for his work the "imprimatur" of some body with the mysterious title of the A.'. A.'., and though he remains himself anonymous, he appears to be no mystery-monger. Obviously he is widely read, but he makes no pretence that he has secrets to reveal. On the contrary, he says, 'an indicible arcanum is an arcanum which "cannot" be revealed.' The writer of that sentence has learned at least one fact not to be learned from books. "G.C.J." WILLIAM NORTHAM, "ROBEMAKER," 9 Henrietta Street, Southampton Street, Strand TELEPHONE -- 5400 Central ======================= MR. NORTHAM begs to announce that he has been entrusted with the manufacture of all robes and other ceremonial apparel of members of the A.'. A.'. and its adepts and aspirants. No. 0. PROBATIONER'S ROBE . . . . Pounds5 0 0 1. " " superior quality . . 7 0 0 2. NEOPHYTE'S . . . . . . . 6 0 0 3. ZELATOR Symbol added to No. 2 . . 1 0 0 4. PRACTICUS " " 3 . . 1 0 0 5. PHILOSOPHUS " " 4 . . 1 0 0 6. DOMINUS LIMINIS " " 5 . . 1 0 0 7. ADEPTUS (without) " " 0 or 1 . . 3 0 0 8. " (Within) . . . . . . 10 0 0 9. 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With other Poems, and some Translations ---------------------- THE CHANGELING A Fairy Play ---------------------- ROSA IGNOTA An Essay in Mysticism ---------------------- HEINE'S LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO A Complete Translation, with a Prose Preface ---------------------- SONGS OF THE DECADENCE New Lyrics LIBER CCCXXXIII "NOW READY" THE BOOK OF LIES WHICH IS ALSO FALSELY CALLED BREAKS THE WANDERINGS OR FALSIFICATIONS OF THE ONE THOUGHT OF FRATER PERDURABO WHICH THOUGHT IS ITSELF UNTRUE "Break, break, break At the foot of thy stones, O Sea! And I would that I could utter The thoughts that arise in me!" CONTENTS o : 49. WARATAH-BLOSSOMS 1. The Sabbath of the Goat : 50. The Vigil of St. Hubert 2. The Cry of the Hawk : 51. Terrier Work 3. The Oyster : 52. The Bull-Baiting 4. Peaches : 53. The Dowser 5. The Battle of the Ants : 54. Eaves-Droppings 6. Caviar : 55. The Drooping Sunflower 7. The Dinosaurs : 56. Trouble with Twins 8. Steeped Horsehair : 57. The Duck-Billed Platypus 9. The Branks : 58. Haggai-Howlings 10. Windlestraws : 59. The Tailless Monkey 11. The Glow-Worm : 60. The Wound of Amfortas 12. The Dragon-Flies : 61. The Fool's Knot 13. Pilgrim-Talk : 62. Twig? 14. Onion-peelings : 63. Margery Daw 15. The Gun-Barrel : 64. Constancy 16. The Stag-Beetle : 65. Sic Transeat --- 17. The Swan : 66. The Praying Mantis 18. Dewdrops : 67. Sodom-Apples 19. The Leopard and the Deer : 68. Manna 20. Samson : 69. The Way to Succeed --- and the 21. The Blind Webster : Way to Suck Eggs! 22. The Despot : 70. Broomstick-Babblings 23. Skidoo! : 71. King's College Chapel 24. The Hawk and the Blindworm : 72. Hashed Pheasant 25. THE STAR RUBY : 73. The Devil, the Ostrich, and the : Orphan Child 26. The Elephant and the Tortoise : 74. Carey Street 27. The Sorcerer : 75. Plover's Eggs 28. The Pole-Star : 76. Phaeton 29. The Southern Cross : 77. THE SUBLIME AND SUPREME SEP- 30. John-a-Dreams : TENARY IN ITS MATURE MAGICAL 31. The Garotte : MANIFESTATION THROUGH 32. The Mountaineer : MATTER: AS IT IS WRITTEN: AN 33. BAPHOMET : HE-GOAT ALSO 34. The Smoking Dog : 78. Wheel and --- Woa! 35. Venus of Milo : 79. The Bal Bullier 36. THE STAR SAPPHIRE : 80. Blackthorn 37. Dragons : 81. Louis Lingg 38. Lambskin : 82. Bortsch: also Imperial Purple 39. The Looby : (and A PUNIC WAR) 40. The HIMOG : 83. The Blind Pig 41. Corn Beef Hash : 84. The Avalanche 42. Dust-Devils : 85. Borborygmi 43. Mulberry Tops : 86. TAT 44. THE MASS OF THE PHOENIX : 87. Mandarin Meals 45. Chinese Music : 88. Gold Bricks 46. Buttons and Rosettes : 89. Unprofessional Conduct 47. Windmill-Words : 90. Starlight 48. Mome Raths : 91. The Heikle PRICE ONE GUINEA WEILAND & CO., 33 Avenue Studios, South Kensington, London, S.W. THE BOOK OF LIES. WHICH IS ALSO FALSELY CALLED BREAKS By Frater Perdurabo. (Wieland & Co., 21s.) "Poetry and Drama" says: Creation and destruction of Gods has been for centuries mankind's favourite religious mania and philosophical exercise. "The Book of Lies" is a witty, instructive, and wholly admirable collection of paradoxes, in themselves contradictory, summing up and illustrating various experiments in God-making. Frater Perdurabo, however, has not written a philosophical or mystical treatise; on the contrary, his book leaves one with a feeling of intense exhilaration and clearheadedness. The book cannot be judged by the mere reading of excerpts; nor can it be read straight through. Indeed, if one is really desirous to appreciate its subtleties, this should not be attempted before 12 p.m. To be carried about and discussed at leisure, to annoy, repel, stimulate, puzzle and interest, are evidently some few of its functions. Stupendously idiotic and amazingly clever, it is at the same time the quintessence of paradox and simplicity itself; yet when all this is said one is still far from the core, for just when one thinks to have discovered it, one finds that many obvious beauties of thought and expression have been over-looked, others misinterpreted. Sometimes one is even doubtful if the author himself could translate into definite terms the exact meaning of his aphorisms and paradoxes without detracting from the value of the book as artistic expression of the personality. This is, however, an individual appreciation. "The Book of Lies" will be interpreted differently by each reader and judged accordingly. --- A. d. R. "The New Witness" says: I have read with great care two very extraordinary books for which one Frater Perdurabo is partly or wholly responsible, "The Book of Lies," and "Book Four," both published by Messrs. Wieland & Co., Avenue Studios, South Kensington. "Book Four" is sold for a shilling, but "The Book of Lies" is evidently far more precious, for though its wisdom fills only 116 small black-edged pages, it is not obtainable for less than a guinea. Allow me to reproduce its name and description in full ("done") Now that, I thought, was rather pleasant, but looking on I perceived that these breaks could not be profitable to me without a severe intellectual preparation. I turned to "Book Four," and there I read: "this book is intentionally "not" the work of Frater Perdurabo. Experience shows that his writing is too concentrated, too abstruse, too occult for ordinary minds to apprehend." "Book Four" seems intended as a kind of introduction to the "Book of Lies." It has also other objects. It tells one, for example, how to procure certain of the very interesting works of Mr. Aleister Crowley for the insignificant sum of 6 guineas, 31 dollars, or 156 francs. It tells one, also, how to approach the throne of the Brother, how to gain a spiritual power not unlike his, although he is anxious, being "the most honest of all the great religious teachers," that nobody shall believe him. Hoping some day to be able to write little books that should sell for a guinea apiece, and also to understand "The Book of Lies," I set myself vehemently to the study of "Book Four." I experimented with "the seven keys to the great gate," though I admit my ambition led me to concentrate my energies chiefly on "Meditation," as Soror Virakam says that this, as described in "Book Four," is "The Way of Attainment of Genius or Godhead considered as a development of the human Brain." Genius or Godhead; either would suit me well. I will not describe my experiments in detail but rather their results, which were a very bad cold in the head, and a few words of poetry which I am informed are worthy of Shakespeare and were indeed used by him in his noblest tragedy. Facing page 25 of "Book Four" is a photograph of a man naked sitting on the floor hugging his shins and hiding his face in his knees. I observed it with reverence, for it might perhaps represent Frater Perdurabo himself, whom I have not the honour of knowing by sight. Opposite the picture I read: "The Student must now set his teeth and go through with it." I set my teeth. I went through with it, and, perhaps because February is a rather wintry month, there resulted first the Shakespearean words and secondly a very bad catarrh. The words were these: --- "Poor Tom. ... Tom's a-cold." If any should doubt the Shakespearean nature of this inspiration, my informant, who knows the works of that great master, refers to the Tragedy of Lear, Act iii. Scene 4. Frater Perdurabo has not been so fortunate. Indeed, I fear that though his method lifted me to Shakespeare's level in "Genius or Godhead" it played its inventor false. Perhaps two or three or even more "ways of attainment" clashed with each other. Or --- and with reverence must we contemplate this possibility --- Frater Perdurabo attained too much. He put himself so vigorously in motion towards his goal that he overshot it and was carried past the common godhead or genius and hurled into something far beyond it, a region of super-divinity or super-genius so far above us that language will not bridge the gap --- the gulf that divides its perfect wisdom from our feeble grouping expression. Let me give an example of the poetry of Frater Perdurabo. A few of the names of his poems will no doubt sharpen our appetite, so I copy them out from the list which Frater Perdurabo calls "Pro and Con Tents": "The Sabbath of the Goat," "The HIMOG" (a note explains that this means "Holy Illuminated Man of God"), "Corn Beef Hash," "Trouble with Twins," "Skidoo," "Haggai-Howlings," "The Blind Pig" (a mote explains that GR:pi GR:gamma = PG = Pig without an I = Blind Pig). Many of the other titles are no less promising. Here, however, is the chapter called "Skidoo." "SKIDOO." "What man is at ease in his Inn?" --- "Get out." --- "Wide is the world and cold." --- "Get out." --- "Thou hast become an in-itiate." --- "Get out" --- "But thou canst not get out by the way thou camest in. The way out is THE WAY." --- "Get out." --- "For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power." --- "Get out." --- "If thou hast T already, first get UT." --- "Then get O." --- "And so at last get out." There are two notes to this chapter which do not, to my mind, much elucidate it. "O," he were told. "=VS, The Devil of the Sabbath; U = 8, the Hierophant or Redeemer; T = Strength, the Lion." "T," on the other hand, is "manhood, the sign of the cross or phallus; UT, the Holy Guardian Angel; UT, the first syllable of Udgita, see the Upanishads; O, Nothing, or Nuit." Here is something far beyond Shakespearean simplicity. Perhaps I should have attained to it if I had persisted in my naked meditation on the floor, beyond the very bad cold that brought it to an end. Let me take another example: --- "PHAETON." "No." --- "Yes" --- "Perhaps." --- "O!" --- "Eye." --- "Hi!" --- "Y?" --- "No." --- "Hail! all ye spavined, gelded, hamstrung horses!" --- "Ye shall surpass the planets in their courses." --- "How? Not by speed, nor strength, nor power to stay, but by the Silence that succeeds the Neigh!" There are no notes to this chapter. "This book," another chapter tells us, "would translate Beyond-Reason into the words of Reason." The difficulty the author encountered was like that of explaining snow to the inhabitants of the Tropics. The result is quite unintelligible to a simple brother like myself, whose only effort so far has been to keep on the hither side of reason, who is also hampered by the cold in the head given him by the position pictured in "Book Four." Yet through these Haggai-Howlings, I admit, there does appear a personality, perhaps a philosophy, a doubt of a doubt of a doubt (I offer this phrase to Frater Perdurabo for his next book), a certain vehemence of passion, a sense of humour rare in philosophers, and a determination not to be too easily understood. "Adepts," we learn, "have praised silence; at least it does not mislead as speech does." Frater Perdurabo howls aloud. That, I suggest, is a mistake. Page 5 of his book is occupied only by a mark of interrogation: a mark of exclamation is alone in the middle of page 6. Perhaps we may take these pages as promises of an improved method. 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