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A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO WITCHCRAFT AND MAGICK SPELLS

exhale the darkness of your panic, frustration or unhappiness* continue alternately inhaling with your eyes open and exhaling with your eyes closed until you feel that you are filled with silver light* now gently exhale a little of that light in a single breath, this time with your eyes open, directing it in your vision towards someone you know who is also feeling stressed or anxious* inhale more moonlight and continue to exhale, still with your eyes open, continuing to direct the healing light* let the moon shine into a silver or crystal bowl of water. before bedtime, tip the water into your bath so you can absorb the moon energies through your pores. whenever you feel stressed, visualise the moon, close your eyes and gently inhale; peace will come to you because you gave it out to others

ealing and success and could contain either a single herb or a mixture, depending on the purpose. poppets, which are used mainly in love or healing or occasionally in protective magick, are generally kept in a safe place, such as a drawer, rather than carried around. so, for a love spell, two poppets would be tied together and placed in a drawer in a bedroom or left out on the window ledge in the moonlight, especially around the time of the full moon. for fertility, a miniature poppet might be placed in a tiny woven cradle on the window ledge from the new to the full moon. it would then be wrapped in silk until the end of the moon cycle and kept in an enclosed space, for example, a large painted egg made of pottery or wood. the would-be father would make the cradle and the mother would sew

he one you do not write with, circle over it nine times deosil the crystal pendulum or pendant* say three times, faster and faster: star, moon, sun and candle bright, charge this oil with radiant light, power of ginger [or name of oil] prosper me, enter golden energy* after the third chant, let your pendulum swing freely on its chain so it spirals round, catching the candlelight and, perhaps, the moonlight* add the oil to the burner with a little water and light the nightlight under it* take three of the coins from the dish- if possible these should be one gold, one silver and one copper. place them in the money pot and hold this briefly in the fragrance emanating from the burner, saying: venus, morn and evening star, sun and moon that shine afar. i ask in love and not in greed, grant me o

al nine times deosil to absorb power. another method is to take your crystal out into the light of the full moon (the two or three nights leading up to the full moon are also powerful. hold your crystal up so that the light of the moon shines on it. alternatively, fill a bowl with water and place it in the open air so that the moon is reflected in it. you can then bathe your crystal in empowering moonlight and leave to dry. you can also bathe a crystal in sunlight; i find the moon method more gently empowering for crystals that are primarily intended to act as guardians. but experiment, as sun water may be best for you. as these are personal crystals, ask the moon or sun in your own words to lend their power; alternatively, you may prefer to remain silent and let these ancient forces work

e, pure beeswax or white candle; this is a symbol of the unity of all life and the one divine source that flows through every natural being, whether it is male or female, god or goddess, animal, bird, fish, tree, plant or stone. you will also need your special healing crystals, perhaps arranged in a circle around the candle and a clear crystal sphere or crystal pendulum for directing sunlight and moonlight. the crystals could include gentle rose quartz and amethyst for healing all ills and bringing harmony, moonstone for female and hormonal disorders and for fertility, citrine for energy and lifting depression, and agates for balancing energies. later in this section i have listed some healing crystals i use under their different colours, as these are related to healing properties. you can

covered* speak your own prayer or mantra to your god, the goddess, or any healing deities who seem appropriate. you may call upon an archangel or the benign powers of light and love, if this seems more meaningful. each person present can again add blessings* leave the candle and incense to burn away and bury any ash or wax afterwards in the earth beneath a tree. a healing ritual with sunlight and moonlight this is a very magical form of healing and can be carried out either alone or as a group activity. quartz crystal balls were traditionally used medicinally to concentrate the rays of sunlight upon a diseased or painful area of the body or in the direction of some internal organ. this clear crystal stone has always been associated with energising powers and with healing. in its spherical

gising powers and with healing. in its spherical form of completeness, it is perhaps the ultimate healing and magical stone. you can buy tiny spheres quite cheaply and these work just as well as a large crystal ball. sunlight is good for energising and improving physical health and vitality, encouraging re-growth and regeneration, and for matters of the mind where clarity and optimism are needed. moonlight is potent for removing illness or pain and for all problems concerning emotions, hormones or fertility and is especially effective in healing women, children and pets* direct the sunlight or the light of the full moon into your crystal sphere, so that it shines on the person you are healing, or their photograph or other symbol. if you are using sunlight, be careful that the crystal does

to your crystal sphere, so that it shines on the person you are healing, or their photograph or other symbol. if you are using sunlight, be careful that the crystal does not become too hot and of course do not look directly at the image of the sun* stand in a circle in the open air and in the centre, place a dish of pure spring water. use a golden coloured bowl for sunlight, and a silver bowl for moonlight* into the water, drop tiny clear quartz crystals (if you are working in a group, each person adds one crystal. as you cast the crystals, make a wish for healing the sick or distressed person* hold a crystal pendulum and swirl it on its chain to catch within it either rainbows or sunbeams, or the silver light of the moon* cast the beams into the water, calling: go forth with love and heal

l ceramic dish with a silver spoon. use new salt for each ritual and tip any remaining into flowing water, watching it carrying away your wishes to fruition. a very simple crescent moon ritual for attracting money involves piling magically charged salt in a central cone, surrounding this with coins and filling them all with power. then take the empowered coins and leave them in an open jar in the moonlight until the full moon. on the day after the full moon, spend them on giving happiness to others. after the ritual, dissolve the salt in sacred water and tip it into a flowing source of water to get the money energies moving. in a formal ritual for the same purpose, focus the energies by casting a formal circle, inviting the guardians of the elements (see page 200) to lend their power to th

an argument- or doing absolutely nothing? if you monitor these feelings for three or four months or so, you will find your own moon pattern emerging. soon you will be able to understand why you feel the way you do (and we all know that it will seem quite irrational sometimes. most importantly, you will be able to maximise your best moon times for action. make full moon water by catching the full moonlight in a silver-coloured bowl; drink it or add it to your bath. in addition, if you want to understand the mechanics as opposed to the workings of the moon, read a book on astronomy rather than astrology to learn about orbits and the eight phases. you might also, even if you do not read horoscopes, keep an eye for when the moon enters your birth sign- this happens for about two and a half da

wo halves that slot together* cut your shell in half and in one half place either a moonstone or a tiny crystal egg* place both halves open on your window ledge* make love when you wish* on the night the full moon is in the sky, take a tiny paper knife and gently prick the crystal still inside the shell saying: god to goddess, thee to me, grant increase, if 'tis right to be* make love in the full moonlight if it is shining or at any time that night even if it is not, so that you can see the egg on the window ledge or if you are outdoors on a nearby rock* as you reach orgasm, repeat, silently if your partner is nervous of magick: god to goddess, thee to me, grant increase, if 'tis right to be* leave your egg in the moonlight* the next morning, place the two halves together and wrap the egg

or and the light of the moon or candle and say: goddess of the moon [name one or more, silver mother, come to full increase, enter now those who seek your inspiration and healing light* chant: come down, o mother, fill the sky with thy orb, come now, come, come within. this may develop into a song or a slow rhythmic circle dance around the mirror, as you whisper the words on the wind* project the moonlight, actual or visualised, so that it fills the mirror and creates a brilliant sphere of light around, over and beyond the candles, so that you (or the group) are within the sphere of the moon* as the power builds, circle and chant: within the moon, within the power, within the moon, now at this hour, we are the moon* at this point there is silence and stillness. then, one by one if you are

ALEISTER CROWLEY AD MEIORUM CTHULHI GLORIAM

metal plate. i picked it up and saw that it also was carved, as the stone, but very intricately, after a fashion i could not understand. i did not bear the same markings as the stone, but i had the feeling i could almost read the characters, but could not, as though i once knew the tongue but had since long forgotten. my head began to ache as though a devil was pounding my skull, when a shaft of moonlight struck the metal amulet, for i know now what it was, and a voice entered into my head and told me the secrets of the scene i had witnessed in one word: kutulu. in that moment, as though whispered fiercely into my ear, i understood. these are the signs carved upon the grey stone, that was the gate to the outside: an this is the amulet that i held in my hand, and hold to this very day, aro

ALEISTER CROWLEY BOOK OF LIES

lpha-lambda-eta omicron broomstick-babblings frater perdurabo is of the sanhedrim of the sabbath, say men; he is the old goat himself, say women. therefore do all adore him; the more they detest him the more do they adore him. ay! let us offer the obscene kiss! let us seek the mystery of the gnarled oak, and of the glacier torrent! to him let us offer our babes! around him let us dance in the mad moonlight! but frater perdurabo is nothing but an eye; what eye none knoweth. skip, witches! hop, toads! take your pleasure- for the play of the universe is the pleasure of frater perdurabo. book of lies get any book for free on: www.abika.com 147 [150] commentary( omicron) 70 is the number of the letter ain, the devil in the tarot. the chapter refers to the witches' sabbath, the description of wh

and the orphan child death rides the camel of initiation.(36) thou humped and stiff-necked one that groanest in thine asana, death will relieve thee! bite not, zelator dear, but bide! ten days didst thou go with water in thy belly? thou shalt go twenty more with a firebrand at thy rump! ay! all thine aspiration is to death: death is the crown of all thine aspiration. triple is the cord of silver moonlight; it shall hang thee, o holy one, o hanged man, o camel-termination-of-thethird- person-plural for thy multiplicity, thou ghost of a non-ego! could but thy mother behold thee, o thou unt!(37) the infinite snake ananta that surroundeth the universe is but the coffin-worm [156] commentary( omicron-gamma) the hebrew letter gimel adds up to 73; it means a camel. the title of the chapter is bo

ALEISTER CROWLEY MAGICK IN THEORY AND PRACTICE

existing safe. but one can point out the broad distinctions between women who yield, some to flattery, some to eloquence, some to appearance, some to rank, some to wealth, some to ardour, and some to authority. we 115 cannot exhaust the combinations of lover's chess, but we may enumerate the principal gambits: the bouquet, the chocolates, the little dinner, the cheque-book, the poem, the motor by moonlight, the marriage certificate, the whip, and the feigned flight. the magical link may be classified under three main heads; as it involves (1) one plane and one person (2) one plane and two or more persons (3) two planes. in class (1) the machinery of magick- the instrument- already exists. thus, i may wish to heal my own body, increase my own energy; develop my own mental powers, or inspire

ALEISTER CROWLEY MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS

't you see that all i had to do was to put out some brightlycoloured and mellifluous lie, and avoid treading on too many toes, to have had hundreds of thousands of idiots worshipping me? please get a konx om pax somehow, and read p. xii "it's only too easy to form a cult "to cry a crusade with 'deus vult "a pinch of bible, a gallon of gas "and i, or any otherguess ass "could bring to our mystical moonlight mass magic without tears get any book for free on: www.abika.com 244 6 "those empty-headed athenians" and so on. but i never forget that i am working on the 2,000 year basis; my work will stand when all the pompous platitudes and pleasant pieties have withered for the iridescent soft-soap bubbles that they are. soap! yes, indeed. i work on gold, and gold must be cleansed with acid. i rea

ALEISTER CROWLEY THE LOST CONTINENT

n were completely cut off, not by opacity, but by what we call 'interference. in this way other subtle rays of the sun entered the 'house, these rays being supposed to be necessary to life. these matters were the subjects of the deepest controversy. some held that these rays themselves were injurious and should be excluded. others considered that the light-screens should be put in position during moonlight, instead of being opened at sunset, as was the custom. this, however, was never attempted, the great mass of the people being devoted to the moon. others wished full sunlight, the aim of atlas being (they thought) to reach the sun. but this theory contradicted the prime axiom of attaining things through their opposites, and was only held by the lower classes, who were not initiated into

o in its third stage, and the latter recovered its potency. their flesh was eaten by the high priests and priestesses in penance for the unknown wrong. it was subject to other and terrible scourges, being the most sensitive as well as the strongest thing on earth. on one occasion it had to be treated with a fox-like perfume prepared by the chief magician; on another it was subjected to streams of moonlight from parabolic mirrors. the most serious crisis was some two thousand years before the destruction of atlas. one of the serviles, riding his 'hippopotamus' to the ploughing, fell off and was instantly bitten by the poisonous fish previously described. through an accident of boyhood he had, however, for a reason too obscure to describe here, no such vulnerable spot as suited the zhee-zhou

ALEISTER CROWLEY THE OLD AND NEW COMMENTARIES TO LIBER AL

ughs! now to this sphere came he by the path called the high priestess; she is his silent self, virgin beyond all veils, made free to teach him, by virtue of this third ordeal wherein, passing through the abyss, he has stripped from him every rag of falsehood, his last complexes, even his phantasy that he called 'i. and so he knows at last now the soiled harlot's dress was mere disguise; naked in moonlight shines the maiden body! al iii,67 "through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire" beyond the one, how shall he pass on? what is this one, which is in every place the centre of all? indeed the logic-girders of our souls need lightening, if we would win to freedom of such truth as this! now in the 'stones of precious water' the light leapt clear indeed, but they were not themsel

ALEISTER CROWLEY THE SWORD OF SONG

in this section actually occurred in 1901. 2 siam. know a thing or two about indra, for example it was done. beautiful was the young girl s face as she sprang mature from the womb of matter, on her life-journey of an hundred thousand years. of all indra s flute-girls she played and sang the sweetest. yet ever some remembrance, dim as a pallid ghost that fleets down the long avenues of deodar and moonlight, stole in her brain; and her song was ever of love and death and music from beyond. and one day as she sang thus the deep truth stole into being and she knew the noble truths. so she turned her flute to the new song, when horror! there was a mosquito in the flute. tootle! tootle! she began. buzz! buzz! went the mosquito from the very vitals of her delicate tube. indra was not unprovided

therefore he arose and went his way into the desert. there he clomb an high rock and called forth the eagles, that their shadow floating over the desert should be as a book that men might read it. the shadows wrote and the sun recorded; and on this wise cometh it to pass, o my brethren, that by darkness and by sunlight ye will still learn ever these the arcana of our science. lo! who learneth by moonlight, he is the lucky one! so our father, having thus founded the order, and our sacred book being opened, rested awhile and beheld many wonders, the like of which were never yet told. but ever chiefly his study was to reduce unto eight things his many. and thus, o brethren of our venerable order, he at last succeeded. those who know not will learn little herein: yet that they may be shamed a

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from the five wounds of god that bled; each wound that mothered her still bleeding, and on that blood her babes are feeding. oh! like a rose-winged pelican she hath bred blessed babes to pan! oh! like a lion-hued nightingale she hath torn her breast on thorns to avail the barren rose-tree to renew her life with that disastrous dew, building the rose o' the world alight with music out of the pale moonlight! o she is like the river of blood that broke from the lips of the bastard god, when he saw the sacred mother smile on the ibis that flew up the foam of nile bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn, that the lurking beast of nile had torn! 43 so (for the world is weary) i these dreadful souls of sense lay by. i sacrifice these impure shoon to the cold ray of the waning moon. i take the fork d

g once again strangled in the maw of a second night. now, even to such as are still mere students in the mysteries, it must have become apparent that there are moments in the lives of others, if not in their own, which bring with them an enormous sense of inner authority and illumination; moments which created epochs in our lives, and which, when they have gone, stand out as luminous peaks in the moonlight of the past. sad to say, they come but seldom, so seldom that often they are looked back upon as miraculous visitations of some vastly higher power beyond and outside of ourselves. but when they do come the greatest joys of earth wither before them like dried leaves in the fire, and fade from the firmament of our minds as the stars of night before the rising sun. now, if it were possible

g the dead body of a young man "h" my little sister" he pants, and for a moment he props his heavy load up against the door of the postern. then these two, the sorceress and the hangman, silently creep out into the night, back into the gloom of the forest, carrying between them the slumbering spirit of science and art sleeping in the corse of a young man, whose golden hair streams gleaming in the moonlight, and around whose white throat glistens a snake-like bruise of red, of purple, and of black. there under the oaks by an age-worn dolmen did they celebrate their midnight mass "look you! i must needs tell you, i love you well, as you are to-night; you are more desirable than ever you have been before. you are built as a youth should be. ah! how long, how long have i loved you. but to-day

ruise of red, of purple, and of black. there under the oaks by an age-worn dolmen did they celebrate their midnight mass "look you! i must needs tell you, i love you well, as you are to-night; you are more desirable than ever you have been before. you are built as a youth should be. ah! how long, how long have i loved you. but to-day i am hungry, hungry for you" thus under the golden bough in the moonlight was the host uplifted, and the shepherd, and the hangman, and the sorceress broke the bread of necromancy, and drank deep of the wine of witchcraft, and swore secrecy over the eucharist of art. now in the place of the dolmen stands the hospital, and where the trilithons towered is built the "hall of science" lo! the druid has given place to the doctor; and the physician has slain the pri

he far-off hills? o where art thou whose voice is as the murmur of distant waters? i stretch forth mine hands and feel 205 the rushes nodding in the wind; i gaze through the shadows, for the night mist is rising from the lake; but thee i cannot find. ah! there thou art by the willow, standing between the bulrush and the water-lily, and thy form is as a shell of pearl caught up by the waves in the moonlight. come, let us madden the night with our kisses! come, let us drink dry the vats of our passion! stay! why fleest thou from me, as the awakened mist of the morning before the arrows of day? now i can see thee no more; thou art gone, and the darkness hath swallowed thee up. o wherefore hast thou left me, me who loved thee, and wove kisses in thine hair? behold, the moon hath followed thee!

n in the torch-light and tables are overturned; wine is gulped down by filthy mouths, and spilt and mingled with the blood of the slaughtered children of eros, so that the banquet of love has become the shambles of death. now all is still and the rose has given birth to the poppy, and the bronze tresses of the revellers lie motionless as snakes gorged on clotted blood, and shimmer wantonly in the moonlight between discovered limbs and disemboweled entrails. soon the quivering maggots, which once were the brains of men, will lick up the crumbs of the feast in the temple of love, and the farce will be ended. i rise from the corpse of her i kissed, and laugh; for all is beautiful, more beautiful still; for i create from the godless butchery of fiends the overpowering grandeur of death. there

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rcled in the heavens sang to me, and i that heard the olden monstrous lays of eld, the dreaming wonders of the dawn, died, and still lie imprisoned in the rocks by the salt sea, knowing of the doom of man, but being dumb, as is the doom of man, for nightfall is delight of eld, and i wander bareheaded under the dark sky; 121 calling and calling from the windy deeps, the olden night still draws me; moonlight weeps fro sunlight faded in the dark; the sea is under the dark clouds; still one by one soft, silver stars creep silently upon me, leaving soft trails of light; o wonder dawn of the inverted thunder of the skies! back to the gardens of old babylon, the hanging lamps, the slow, enchanted moon, the gold-eyed stars, the pillars of the sea, and the call of her forgotten- oh, i lie under the

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ut i myself that walked upon the earth taking my pleasure. so also there were many images of pan, and men adored them, and as a beautiful god he made their olives bear double and their vines increase; but some were slain by the god, for it was i that had woven the garlands about him. now cometh a song. so sweet is this song that no one could resist it. for in it is all the passionate ache for the moonlight, and the great hunger of the sea, and the terror of desolate places- all things that lure men to the unattainable. 163 omari tessala marax, tessala dodi phornepax. amri radara poliax armana piliu. amri radara piliu son; mari narya barbiton madara anaphax sarpedon andala hriliu "translation" i am the harlot that shaketh death. this shaking giveth the peace of satiate lust. immortality jet

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links away from the new, that he happened to be riding alone, wrapped in the dark cloak of unutterable thoughts. a distant bell chimed the last quarter of the dying year, and the snow which lay fine and crisp on the roadway was being caught up here and there by the puffs of sharp frosty wind that came snake-like through the hedges and the trees, whirling it on spectre-like in the chill and silver moonlight. but dark were his thoughts, for the world had failed him. freedom had he sought, but not the freedom that he had gained. blood seemed to ooze from his eyelids and trickle down, drop by drop, upon the white snow, writing on its pure surface the name of christ. great bats flitted by 233 him, and vultures whose bald heads were clotted with rotten blood "ah! the world, the world. the failur

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rbread city was not the first to work the merry cantrip. for wherever seals are common, be it in our own northern islands or in further foreign lands, there will these mermaid legends be wrought around them. only in orkney or the hebrides they are most easily garnered, for the language is our own language. one of the most beautiful of them, when told in full, is the tale of the mermaid wife. on a moonlight night, as an orkney fisherman strolled by the sea-shore, he saw, to his amazement, some beautiful maidens dancing a saraband on the smooth beach. in a heap by their side lay a bundle of skins, which, on his approach, the maidens seized and then plunged with them into the surf, where they took the form of seals. but the fisherman had managed to snatch up one skin, which lay apart from the

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ve forfeited by a moment's weakness or a moment's wavering! this "two-handed engine at the door stands ready to smite" each one of us who has not attained to arahatship, admission to the great white brotherhood. is it not enough to make us throw away our atheism and exclaim "o god be merciful to me a sinner, and keep me in the way of truth" nay, for those of us who know what triple silver cord of moonlight binds the red blood of our heart to the ineffable crown of brilliance, who have seen what angel stands in the moon-ray, who have known the perfume and the vision, seen the drops of dew supernal stand on the silver lamen of the forehead- for us is neither fear nor pride, but silence in the one thought of the one beyond all thought. the world of phantoms has no terror left; we can take the

after long dreamless sleep i knew the tale that had fled my tongue, i found in far in the water blue, in the song by the skylark sung, in the melody slow of the waving corn, in the rushing of wind through the vines re-born, and wherever the water-lilies grew, and the green, green willows swung. xvi and still the lady of my dream as a light before me goes; i see her in the sun's last gleam, in the moonlight on the snows. ah! chiefly then her song is sung, when the moon o'er the dark green woods is hung; she is born at midnight on the stream, a starry, full-blown rose. victor b. neuburg. 136 a handbook of geomancy [this ms. is now first printed from the private copies of certain adepts, after careful examination and collation. it is printed for the information of scholars and the instruction

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evoe! i adore thee, iao! 64 o thou tender nest of dove's down, built up betwixt the hawks claws of the night! i adore thee, evoe! i adore thee, iao! o thou concubine of matter, anointed with love-nard of motion! i adore thee, evoe! i adore thee, iao! o thou flame-tipp'd bolt of morning, that art shot out from the crossbow of night! i adore thee, evoe! i adore thee, iao! o thou frail blue-bell of moonlight, that art lost in the gardens of the stars! i adore thee, evoe! i adore thee, iao! o thou tall mast of wreck'd chaos, that art crowned by the white lamp of cosmos! i adore thee, evoe! i adore thee, iao! o thou pearly eyelid of day, that art closed by the finger of evening! i adore thee, evoe! i adore thee, iao! o thou wild anarch of the hills, pale glooming above the mists of the earth!

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sion thro' long days, but lifts the proud head, saying "i am glad" haughty receives as due the word of praise, and flings her perfumed wonders on the air "afar" she says "fall down and gaze; for i am fair" oh the dark, sweet hair of her, burnished cascade of heavy-tress d black: nothing's more rare of her than its thick massed glory over breast and back. it rolls and ripples, silver flecked, like moonlight on a misty sea, whose lifting surfaces reflect a sombre, ever-changing radiancy. i would compare the dusk, soft-stealing perfume of her hair to breezes on a southern summer eve, when the night-scented stock hangs drowsing on the air. its languid incense bids me half believe i pass the dreamy day in reveries, by some sleep-haunted shore of the hesperides. oh, the deep, dark eyes of her, h

again in balneum mariae in a gentle heat. when it seems fairly re-dissolved (irrespective of colour) let it be taken out of the bath. it is now to undergo another magical ceremony. m. now place the curcurbite to the west of the altar, holding the lotus wand by the black end, perform a magical invocation of the moon in her decrease and of cauda draconis. the curcurbite is then to be exposed to the moonlight (she being in her 166 decrease) for nine consecutive nights, commencing at full moon. the alembic head is then to be fitted on. n. repeat process set forth in section l. o. the curcurbite is to be placed to the east of the altar, and the alchemist performs an invocation of the moon in her increase, and of caput draconis (holding lotus wand by white end) to act upon the matter. the curcur

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y took for holy joy breaks down his brain. off bolts the beast: the earth is shook as out a questing roars again, as if a thirty couple hounds are in its belly as it bounds! the peasants gather to deride the knight: creation joins in mirth. ashamed and scorned on every side, there gallops, hateful to the earth, the laughing-stock of beasts and men, sir palamede the saracen. 42 xvi where shafts of moonlight splash the vale, beside a stream there sits and strains sir palamede, with passion pale, and haggard from his broken brains. yet eagerly he watches still a mossy mound where dainty grains of gilded corn their beauty spill to tempt the quarry to the range of palamede his archer skill. all might he sits, with ardour strange and hope new-fledged. a gambler born aye things the luck one day m

followers dead, his brother smitten through the head, himself sore wounded in the thigh, weepeth upon the deed of dread, alone among his murdered men, the champion fool, as fools were then, utterly broken, like to die, sir palamede the saracen. 60 xxii sir palamede his wits doth rally, nursing his wound beside a lake within an admirable valley, whose walls their thirst on heaven slake, and in the moonlight mystical their countless spears of silver shake. thus reasons he "in each and all fyttes of this quest the quarry's track is wondrous geometrical. in spire and whorl twists out and back the hart with fair symmetric line. and lo! the grain of wit i lack- this beast is master of design. so studying each twisted print in this mirific mind of mine, my heart may happen on a hint" thus as the

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bis. the summit of mount kithairon. typhon. procul, o procul este viri["all male probationers retire to back of stage" typhon. sisters, let us invoke the father to manifest in the son. sphinx. per spiritum sanctum, amen["she also retires to her place on wheel" maenads. evoe! evoe ho! iacche! iacche! typhon. hail, o dionysus! hail! winged son of semele! hail, o hail! the stars are pale; hidden the moonlight in the vale; hidden the sunlight in the sea. blessed is her happy lot who beholdeth god; who moves mighty-souled without a spot, mingling in the godly rout of the many mystic loves. holy maidens, duly weave dances for the mighty mother bacchanal to bacchus cleave! wave his narthex wand, and leave earthly joys to earth to smother! io! evoe! sisters, mingle in the choir, the dance, the rev

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m who really believed that such was thecase when some damsel who had made afaux pasgot out of it by attributing it all to some god,faun, or satyr; which is very touching. there is a great deal to be said for as well as against the idol-aters or worshippers of dolls, as i heard a small girl define them. page 45 n r r r r r it came to pass that the young lady, who was in the habit of lying awake on moonlight nights to hearthe nightingales sing, thought she heard her governess in the next room, of which the door wasopen, rise and go forth on the great balcony. the next night the same thing took place, and risingvery softly and unseen, she beheld the lady praying, or at least kneeling in the moonlight, whichseemed to her to be very singular conduct, the more so because the lady kneeling uttere

d the moon and invoked dianathus: diana, bella diana!tu che della grande cadutami ai bene salvata!ti prego di farmi una altra grazia,di farmi far un bello sposalizio,una sposalizio ricco e compagnatoda molte signore..se questa grazia mi faraisempre il vangelo delle stregeio asseriro. page 41 n r r r r r it is a realisationof forbidden or secret love, with attraction to the dimly seen beautiful-by-moonlight,with the fairy or witch-like charm of the supernatural a romanceall combined in a single strangeform the spell of night!there is a dangerous silence in that houra stillness which leaves room for the full soult o open all itself, without the powerof calling wholly back its self-control;the silver light which, hallowing tree and tower,sheds beauty and deep softness oer the whole,breathes a

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the other was sacred to the moon, because the latter planet is white and brilliant on her external side, dark and black on that side which she never turns to the earth. moreover, the ibis kills land serpents, and makes the most terrible havoc amongst the eggs of the crocodile, and thus saves egypt from having the nile infested by those horrible saurians. the bird is credited with doing so in the moonlight, and thus being helped by isis, as the moon, her sidereal symbol. but the nearer esoteric truth underlying these popular myths is, that hermes, as shown by abenephius (de cultu egypt, watched under the form of that bird over the egyptians, and taught them the occult arts and sciences. this means simply that the ibis religiosa had and has "magical" properties in common with many other bir

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lay i came even unto the land of fairy sleep. 52. all night they danced and sang; but thou art the morning, o my darling, my serpent that twinest thee about this heart. 53. i am the heart, and thou the serpent. wind thy coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may penetrate. 54. crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white doric girl that languishes with her lover the moonlight. 55. then let the end awake. long hast thou slept, o great god terminus! long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof. awake thou! wait no more! 56. nay, lord! but i am come to thee. it is i that wait at last. 57. the prophet cried against the mountain; come thou hither, that i may speak with thee! the equinox 76 58. the mountain stirred not. therefore went the

k beyond. as on he goes, the song of hope soundeth more feeble in the pilgrim.s heart. the thrill of doubt is now upon him; his step less steady grows. following the last comment a description of this path refers to the beginning of .dryness. in the course of meditation. 30. beware of this, o candidate! beware of fear that spreadeth, like the black and soundless wings of midnight bat, between the moonlight of thy soul and thy great goal that loometh in the distance far away. this passage also appears to have reference to the early life of the student.hence he is specially warned against fear. fear is, of course, the first of the pylons through which one passes in the egyptian system. it is important then to arrange one.s life in such a way that one never allows one thing to interfere with

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for the modern reader by the fact that "flo" and "faben" are names that jane goodall used for wild chimpanzees that she studied in gombe. the name "human" is of course just a retranslation of "adam" like the name "adam (which comes from a hebrew word for earth, the word "human" is derived from a root that means dirt (humus. human's singing voice and eve's skilled hands, sharpening stone tools by moonlight, show god that they are ready for the great transition. so with the tiniest bit of divine intervention, virtually at the quantum-mechanical level, god creates a spark, at the right place and the right time, to stimulate the birth of humanity. there is an obvious contrast between this spark and the original explosion that was called forth by god's first word. after creation, god's interve

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t harm none, do what thou wilt; it is the wiccan rede. we fear no foe for love we show, in thought and also deed. our words of thanks, our songs of praise, we offer them in prayer. we sing their praise, we ask their help; we know that they are there. chorus: appendix d: music and chants 1249 music by w. t. wrighton sing me a wiccan song words by ray buckland 2. sing me a wiccan song of circles in moonlight. of dancing feet and chanting rhymes and power raised so bright. for only in a wiccan song can we all worship right. 3. sing me a wiccan song of winter, summer, fall, spring, of seasons passing joyfully, their praises we do sing. for only in a wiccan song can we with nature ring. 4. sing me a wiccan song of lady and of lord. of candles, censer, water, salt, athame and of sword. for only

CASSANDRA EASON A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO WITCHCRAFT AND MAGIC

exhale the darkness of your panic, frustration or unhappiness* continue alternately inhaling with your eyes open and exhaling with your eyes closed until you feel that you are filled with silver light* now gently exhale a little of that light in a single breath, this time with your eyes open, directing it in your vision towards someone you know who is also feeling stressed or anxious* inhale more moonlight and continue to exhale, still with your eyes open, continuing to direct the healing light* let the moon shine into a silver or crystal bowl of water. before bedtime, tip the water into your bath so you can absorb the moon energies through your pores. whenever you feel stressed, visualise the moon, close your eyes and gently inhale; peace will come to you because you gave it out to others

ealing and success and could contain either a single herb or a mixture, depending on the purpose. poppets, which are used mainly in love or healing or occasionally in protective magick, are generally kept in a safe place, such as a drawer, rather than carried around. so, for a love spell, two poppets would be tied together and placed in a drawer in a bedroom or left out on the window ledge in the moonlight, especially around the time of the full moon. for fertility, a miniature poppet might be placed in a tiny woven cradle on the window ledge from the new to the full moon. it would then be wrapped in silk until the end of the moon cycle and kept in an enclosed space, for example, a large painted egg made of pottery or wood. the would-be father would make the cradle and the mother would sew

he one you do not write with, circle over it nine times deosil the crystal pendulum or pendant* say three times, faster and faster: star, moon, sun and candle bright, charge this oil with radiant light, power of ginger [or name of oil] prosper me, enter golden energy* after the third chant, let your pendulum swing freely on its chain so it spirals round, catching the candlelight and, perhaps, the moonlight* add the oil to the burner with a little water and light the nightlight under it* take three of the coins from the dish- if possible these should be one gold, one silver and one copper. place them in the money pot and hold this briefly in the fragrance emanating from the burner, saying: venus, morn and evening star, sun and moon that shine afar. i ask in love and not in greed, grant me o

al nine times deosil to absorb power. another method is to take your crystal out into the light of the full moon (the two or three nights leading up to the full moon are also powerful. hold your crystal up so that the light of the moon shines on it. alternatively, fill a bowl with water and place it in the open air so that the moon is reflected in it. you can then bathe your crystal in empowering moonlight and leave to dry. you can also bathe a crystal in sunlight; i find the moon method more gently empowering for crystals that are primarily intended to act as guardians. but experiment, as sun water may be best for you. as these are personal crystals, ask the moon or sun in your own words to lend their power; alternatively, you may prefer to remain silent and let these ancient forces work

e, pure beeswax or white candle; this is a symbol of the unity of all life and the one divine source that flows through every natural being, whether it is male or female, god or goddess, animal, bird, fish, tree, plant or stone. you will also need your special healing crystals, perhaps arranged in a circle around the candle and a clear crystal sphere or crystal pendulum for directing sunlight and moonlight [insert pic p167- the crystals could include gentle rose quartz and amethyst for healing all ills and bringing harmony, moonstone for female and hormonal disorders and for fertility, citrine for energy and lifting depression, and agates for balancing energies. later in this section i have listed some healing crystals i use under their different colours, as these are related to healing pr

your own prayer or mantra to your god, the goddess, or any healing deities who seem appropriate. you may call upon an archangel (see page 236) or the benign powers of light and love, if this seems more meaningful. each person present can again add blessings* leave the candle and incense to burn away and bury any ash or wax afterwards in the earth beneath a tree. a healing ritual with sunlight and moonlight this is a very magical form of healing and can be carried out either alone or as a group activity. quartz crystal balls were traditionally used medicinally to concentrate the rays of sunlight upon a diseased or painful area of the body or in the direction of some internal organ. this clear crystal stone has always been associated with energising powers and with healing. in its spherical

gising powers and with healing. in its spherical form of completeness, it is perhaps the ultimate healing and magical stone. you can buy tiny spheres quite cheaply and these work just as well as a large crystal ball. sunlight is good for energising and improving physical health and vitality, encouraging re-growth and regeneration, and for matters of the mind where clarity and optimism are needed. moonlight is potent for removing illness or pain and for all problems concerning emotions, hormones or fertility and is especially effective in healing women, children and pets* direct the sunlight or the light of the full moon into your crystal sphere, so that it shines on the person you are healing, or their photograph or other symbol. if you are using sunlight, be careful that the crystal does

, so that it shines on the person you are healing, or their photograph or other symbol. if you are using sunlight, be careful that the crystal does not become too hot and of course do not look directly at the image of the sun* stand in a circle in the open air and in the centre, place a dish of pure spring seite 103 wicca01.txt water. use a golden coloured bowl for sunlight, and a silver bowl for moonlight* into the water, drop tiny clear quartz crystals (if you are working in a group, each person adds one crystal. as you cast the crystals, make a wish for healing the sick or distressed person* hold a crystal pendulum and swirl it on its chain to catch within it either rainbows or sunbeams, or the silver light of the moon* cast the beams into the water, calling: go forth with love and heal

l ceramic dish with a silver spoon. use new salt for each ritual and tip any remaining into flowing water, watching it carrying away your wishes to fruition. a very simple crescent moon ritual for attracting money involves piling magically charged salt in a central cone, surrounding this with coins and filling them all with power. then take the empowered coins and leave them in an open jar in the moonlight until the full moon. on the day after the full moon, spend them on giving happiness to others. after the ritual, dissolve the salt in sacred water and tip it into a flowing source of water to get the money energies moving. in a formal ritual for the same purpose, focus the energies by casting a formal circle, inviting the guardians of the elements (see page 200) to lend their power to th

an argument- or doing absolutely nothing? if you monitor these feelings for three or four months or so, you will find your own moon pattern emerging. soon you will be able to understand why you feel the way you do (and we all know that it will seem quite irrational sometimes. most importantly, you will be able to maximise your best moon times for action. make full moon water by catching the full moonlight in a silver-coloured bowl; drink it or add it to your bath. in addition, if you want to understand the mechanics as opposed to the workings of the moon, read a book on astronomy rather than astrology to learn about orbits and the eight phases. you might also, even if you do not read horoscopes, keep an eye for when the moon enters your birth sign- this happens for about two and a half da

wo halves that slot together* cut your shell in half and in one half place either a moonstone or a tiny crystal egg* place both halves open on your window ledge* make love when you wish* on the night the full moon is in the sky, take a tiny paper knife and gently prick the crystal still inside the shell saying: god to goddess, thee to me, grant increase, if 'tis right to be* make love in the full moonlight if it is shining or at any time that night even if it is not, so that you can see the egg on the window ledge or if you are outdoors on a nearby rock* as you reach orgasm, repeat, silently if your partner is nervous of magick: god to goddess, thee to me, grant increase, if 'tis right to be* leave your egg in the moonlight* the next morning, place the two halves together and wrap the egg

or and the light of the moon or candle and say: goddess of the moon [name one or more, silver mother, come to full increase, enter now those who seek your inspiration and healing light* chant: come down, o mother, fill the sky with thy orb, come now, come, come within. this may develop into a song or a slow rhythmic circle dance around the mirror, as you whisper the words on the wind* project the moonlight, actual or visualised, so that it fills the mirror and creates a brilliant sphere of light around, over and beyond the candles, so that you (or the group) are within the sphere of the moon* as the power builds, circle and chant: within the moon, within the power, within the moon, now at this hour, we are the seite 136 wicca01.txt moon* at this point there is silence and stillness. then

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ned open window. it was the time of the full moon, and i remember that i had no need to light a candle in order to see to undress. i fell asleep at once, for i was very tired. i could not have been asleep very long, however, when i was awakened by the sensation of a weight upon my feet. it was as if a good-sized dog, say, a collie, had jumped up and lain down on the bed. the room was flooded with moonlight, and as bright as day, and i clearly saw, lying apparently asleep across the foot of my bed, the man whom we had left safely tucked up for the night in the room below. it was a somewhat embarrassing situation, and i lay still, taking thought before i did any thing. i was wide enough awake by now, as may well be imagined. i concluded that z, as i will call this man, had either had a retur

t least, i finally took action. i sat up in bed and leant quietly forward with the intention of touching him gently on the shoulder and so arousing him. in order to lean forward, i had to withdraw my feet from under him, for they were pinned by his weight, which until now had rested upon them, for i had been careful not to stir while thinking out my plan of campaign. z. was plainly visible in the moonlight, clad apparently in his dressing-gown, or so i took the muffling folds of material to be that swathed him about. both his face and wrappings appeared grey and colourless in the moonlight, but there was no question in my mind as to his solidarity, for not only could i see him, but i could feel his weight resting upon my feet. but the moment i moved, he vanished, and i was left staring in

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out human flesh while in its wolf state. to the old folk tale of a god's curse, the modern disease of rabies was added. a person bitten by a mad dog or other animal over time becomes mad, and begins to behave like a beast. traditionally, all madness falls under the domain of the moon. in movies, the bite of a werewolf acts in a very similar way to the bite of a mad dog. it is a kind of infection. moonlight triggers it. but enough of the more ancient myth of a god's curse survived to cause some films to hint that the person bitten in some way deserved his or her fate- that it was more than simple chance that led them to that particular spot in the woods on that specific night when the attack took place. as i said, the ancient greek myth is essentially the form of the werewolf legend that wa

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than a hundred yards farther the scout jim uttered a suppressed exclamation and came to a halt. we were around him the next second. stretched at his feet lay pedro dead, the wound in the upper part of the breast showing that he had been killed by a single blow with a knife. the pause was only for a moment, when, with no further attention to the stark form, jim led the advance at a rapid pace. the moonlight was uncertain. we were close to the deep basin in which clustered the camp of the hostiles. a few steps more, and we came upon a second figure stretched out on the earth. it was that of the apache sentinel, who had been stricken down so suddenly that he had no chance to give the alarm. this was the opening through which we were to rush, and we did so with scarcely a second's halt. as the

rved it, and ran forward to finish him with his knife, but the lieutenant was the nearer and stayed his hand "he is a prisoner. we don't kill captives, even if they're apaches" seizing the fellow by the arm, he helped him to rise. he was badly hurt, but with the slight aid thus given, was able to stand erect. he looked defiantly around in the faces of 5 8 low twelve his captors as revealed in the moonlight, which was now bright, but did not speak "do any of you know him" asked the officer, turning to the scouts "he is martana" replied vikka "he is as bad as geronimo" all of us had heard that name. he was a sub-chief of the warm spring indians, and one of the most ferocious miscreants that ever helped to ravage the frontier "it makes no difference" said the officer sternly "he seems to have

sooner than i expected. after clambering around a score of boulders, ascend= ing and descending several steep slopes, i noticed that we were going through a narrow canon-like passage in the mountains. this was followed for less than two hundred yards, when an abrupt change was made, and an instant later i was among a group of more than twenty apache warriors. no camp fire was burning, but enough moonlight penetrated the gorge to give me glimpses of several faces. the first i recognized was geronimo himself. the others were strangers. there was a good deal of talking in low tones, during which little attention was paid to me. it was useless to pretend weakness, and i was allowed to stand somewhat apart from the red men. i folded my arms, and contemplating the strange scene, asked myself wh

-committal response. we were still facing each other, and i determined to press the question that had caused me and lieutenant smith so much mental disturbance. he opened the way "do you know who your traitor is "i received proof to-night that cannot be questioned "may i ask who he is" i saw no reason why i should withhold the information "vikka, the most skilful scout with us" at this moment the moonlight fell full upon the face of my friend, and i noted his doubting smile. he slowly shook his head "you are mistaken" i flushed indignantly at this attempt to screen a miscreant "you forget that i have had the proof "what was that proof "i saw him and geronimo in confidential converse hardly two hours ago "will you be good enough to give me the particulars" i did so. clearly he was astonishe

for several miles, almost to the edge of the town. if mcgibbon should learn of my coming, it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to form an ambuscade and empty half of my saddles at the first fire. because of this fact, i halted my men a mile out, and rode forward alone until close to the town, when i dismounted and tied my horse in the shadow of the trees, for the night was a bright, moonlight one. i was doing a risky thing, for i was taking the chances which i would not permit my men to run, but i relied upon the partial disguise of my slouch hat and the fact that forty or fifty men would not be likely to fire upon a single horseman whose identity they did not know, when they were waiting to receive a whole company of raiders. i didn't see or hear a thing to cause misgiving

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percipient. in an instance quoted by camille flammarion in the unknown (1900, the percipient, whose brother was killed in the attack at sedan, awoke suddenly during the night and saw. opposite to the window and beside my bed my brother on his knees surrounded by a sort of luminous mist. i tried to speak to him but i could not. i jumped out of bed. i looked out of the window and i saw there was no moonlight. the night was dark and it was raining heavily, great drops pattering on the window panes. my poor oliver was still there. then i drew near. i walked right through the apparition. i reached my chamber door, and as i turned the knob to open i looked back once more. the apparition slowly turned its head towards me, and gave me another look full of anguish and love. then for the first time

as powerless to prevent it. the table became animated and answered questions intelligently. the evening following the seance, william himself passed into trance for the first time, and in a few months time very strong phenomena developed under the guidance of a spirit calling himself joey sandy. eighteen months later another guide, ernest, appeared, and very good materializations were obtained in moonlight. the news of eglinton s powers soon spread. he was besieged with so many requests for seances that he gave up his job in a printing firm and became a professional medium. the earliest record of his seances was published in the medium for september 1875. at the end of the year, several seances were given to the dalston association of spiritualists, which later elected him an honorary memb

n the subject of fetches. i think, was the answer, and so i am sure do you, that they are mere illusions produced by a disturbed stomach acting upon the excited brain of a highly imaginative or superstitious person. then, said mr. b, i am highly imaginative or superstitious, for i distinctly saw my own outward man last night standing at the table in the bedroom, and clearly distinguishable in the moonlight. i am afraid my wife saw it too, but i have been afraid to speak to her on the subject. about the same hour on the ensuing night the poor lady was again roused, but by a more painful circumstance. she felt fern encyclopedia of occultism& parapsychology. 5th ed. 556 her husband moving convulsively, and immediately afterwards he cried to her in low, interrupted accents, ellen, my dear, i a

pure young virgins and chivalrous heroes embroiled with scoundrels of continental origin (usually italians, base monks, cruel inquisitors, and ruthless bandits. they struggled in a fantasy medieval world of gloomy castles, ruined abbeys, dismal dungeons, bloodstained daggers, skulls, sliding panels, secret rooms, magic books, and animated portraits, all in a twilight setting of dark forests, pale moonlight, and nameless terrors lurking behind rocks. walpole wrote otranto as a reaction against realism in literature. he initiated a literary form of fantasy fiction, combining mystery, romance, supernaturalism, and sentimentality in a setting of mock medievalism. the success of the gothic novel among the upper and middle classes in england soon led to their merchandising at a more popular leve

tes. the castle of champtoce stands in a beautiful valley, and many a romantic legend flowers about its gray old walls. novelist anthony trollope described it thus: the hideous, half-burnt body of the monster himself circled in flames, pale, indeed, and faint in colour, but more lasting than those the hangman kindled around his mortal form in the meadow under the walls of nantes.is seen on bright moonlight nights, standing now on one topmost point of craggy wall, now on another, and is heard mingling his moan with the sough of the night-wind. pale, bloodless forms, too, of youthful growth and mien, the restless, unsepulchred ghosts of the unfortunates who perished in these dungeons unassoiled, may at similar times be seen flitting backwards and forwards in numerous groups across the space

ystic goddess having all the magic powers of nature at her command. magicians and witches sought her aid, and sacrifices of dogs, honey, and female black lambs were offered to her where three ways met, at crossroads, or in graveyards. festivals were held in her honor annually at egina. in appearance she was frightful, and serpents hung hissing around her shoulders. as a dark goddess of ghosts and moonlight, her propitiation was an early form of black magic and witchcraft. in shakespeare s play macbeth, hecate is the leader of three witches who plot macbeth s downfall. sources: valiente, doreen. an abc of witchcraft past and present. new york: st. martin s press, 1973. hefferlin, gladys along with her husband, promoter of a story of a mysterious underground world culminating in an antarctic

judice against the members of the society, but they are forced to admit that they are always very capable in managing their teams and can perform services that would otherwise require calling in a veterinary surgeon. they are usually skilled in the knowledge of herbs and medicinal plants, and a great deal of folklore surrounds them. it is stated that they hold their meetings at night in the clear moonlight, going through various equestrian performances with horses borrowed for the occasion from their masters stables. there is also said to be an inner circle in the society in which the black art and all the spells and charms of witchcraft are studied. members of the inner circle are said to be able to smite horses and cattle with mysterious sickness, and even cast spells over human beings

r charge. going before pope paul iii, she confessed a 30- year intimacy with the devil and obtained pardon. the succubus old rabbinical writings relate the legend of how adam was visited during a 130-year period by female demons and had intercourse with demons, spirits, specters, lemurs, and phantoms. another legend relates how, under the reign of roger, king of sicily, a young man was bathing by moonlight. he thought he saw someone drowning and hastened to the rescue. having drawn from the water a beautiful woman, he became enamored of her, married her, and had by her a child. afterward she disappeared with her child, which made everyone believe that she was a succubus. the historian hector boece (1465.1536, in his history of scotland, relates that a handsome young man was pursued by a fe

same position. the slowest light vibration is red, and its destructive effect is correspondingly less. filtering of daylight by glasses of various colors makes little difference. cold light, devoid of actinic rays, is the least injurious. i have had many opportunities, wrote sir william crookes, of testing the action of light of different sources and colours, such as sunlight, diffused daylight, moonlight, gas, lamp and candle light, electric light from a vacuum tube, homogeneous yellow light, etc. the interfering rays appear to be those at the extreme end of the spectrum. he found moonlight ideal. sulphide of zinc or calcium screens have also been tried. they have the disadvantage that their illumination is poor unless they are extremely large, and the intensity of their phosphorescence

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ach month also led to additional speculations. modern werewolf lore has the wolf-like side of the person showing itself only during the evenings of the full moon. the moon was associated with various gods and goddesses, though primarily the latter. in hindu astrology, the moon was associated with the god nanna, though the more common associations are with the greek artemis, the roman luna, or the moonlight-giving mother of the zuni. it was especially associated with females as they identified the lunar cycle with the menstrual cycle. in the contemporary world, the moon has assumed a central role in the mythology developed by neo- paganism, especially its feminist element. the most comprehensive system for gathering the many observations about the moon, attempting to understand its signific

find the vila as set forth in old ballads, the incarnation of beauty and power, the benevolent friend of sufferers, the geniuses of heroes, the dwellers by rock and river and greenwood tree. but they are implacable in their wrath to all who deceive them, or who break a promise. nay, they inflict terrible punishment even on those who disturb their rings, or the dances which they make by midsummer moonlight. hence the proverb applied to any man who suddenly fell ill, he stepped on a fairy ring. there were three varieties of nature spirits among the southern slavs: the zracne vile, or aerial spirits, which were evilly disposed to human beings and inflicted serious injuries upon them; will- o-the-wisps, which led people astray by night; the pozemne vile, companionable spirits who gave sage co

ations international, 1975. succubus a demon who takes the shape of a woman, stealing the vitality of men during sleep. old rabbinical writings relate the legend of how adam was visited over a period of 130 years by female demons and had intercourse with demons, spirits, specters, lemurs, and phantoms. another legend relates how under the reign of roger, king of sicily, a young man was bathing by moonlight and thought he saw someone drowning and hastened to the rescue. having drawn from the water a beautiful woman, he became enamored of her, married her, and they had a child. afterward she disappeared mysteriously with her child, which made everyone believe she was a succubus. in the fifteenth century, the succubus and the male demon, the counterpart incubus (which takes the form of a man

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s appeared, even if not identified by the witness as such, have allegedly occurred. all of his life, harry anderson remembered something that had happened to him one summer night in 1919, when he was walking alone down a rural road near barron, wisconsin. to his considerable surprise, his solitary stroll was interrupted by the approach of twenty little men trooping in single file under the bright moonlight. they were heading in his direction. everything about them was odd: they were shirtless, bald, pale-faced, and dressed in leather knee pants. mumbling sounds came out of their mouths; yet they did not seem to be talking with each other. as they passed the young man, they seemed oblivious of or indifferent to his presence. by now anderson was so unnerved that he continued on his way witho

lows and vegetarianism, and love for animals. further reading melton, j. gordon, 1996. encyclopedia of american religions. detroit, mi: gale research. white s little people one august night in 1891, hours before he would leave his native el dorado, kansas, to m ove to kansas city and become one of ameri c a s most highly re g a rded journalists, wi l l i a m allen white was awakened by the bright moonlight streaming in through his back wind ow. he was about to turn his head in the op- 266 wanderers posite direction when he thought he heard music. looking outside, he saw a group of little people no more than three or four inches high dancing under the elm tree. they also seemed to be humming along with the melody. the scene was clear and unmistakable. yet, still unable to credit his senses

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uick, dismount! we ve reached the spot. faust say, whither have you in this gruesome night borne me through pebbly waters in our flight? chiron here rome and greece each bearded each in fight, olympus on the left, peneus on the right. the greatest realm that ever was lost in sand; the monarch flees, the conquering burghers stand. look up! here stands, significantly near, the eternal temple in the moonlight clear. manto [dreaming within. from horse-hoofs bounding the sacred stairs are resounding; demigods are drawing near. chiron. quite right! raise your eyes; behold who s here! manto [awakening] welcome! i see you do not fail to come. chiron likewise for you still stands your temple-home. manto are you still roaming, never weary? chiron well, you abide in stillness eerie, the while i circl

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dess now reigning in her life. the death hag is a harsh taskmistress, but her wisdom is worth the effort required to absorb even a fraction of it. sharon rests briefly on the strength of the staff that has helped her through the long days and nights of walking, the warm ebony wood almost soft against her palms. she closes her eyes and remembers rock and dirt, frost and ice glittering in the white moonlight, a chiaroscuro scene more like a landscape on the physical moon than on earth. smells of cold dust and frozen water. sounds only of the tiny breakages in earth s bones of rock, snaps and cracks that are birth cries of minute particles of soil- the ultimate nourishment of us all. we all eat dirt, sharon reflects as she trudges onward. dirt formed finally into animal and vegetable that we

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there is no recognition of its varied appearances as globe and crescent, which are so easily and frequently perceived. yet the jews used a lunar and not a solar calendar and fixed their festivals by the moon. in the ancient times of jewish history, the light of the moon was of much greater importance than it is to us who have so much artificial light. the jews were largely a pastoral people, and moonlight nights were much valued in the care of sheep and goats and for making journeys. the revision of the old testament has introduced in two places the words 'at the full moon, psalms lxxxi, 3, and proverbs vii, 20, which were nowhere found in king james's authorised version; this expressionreplaces-'atthe time appointed. there are two hebrew words applied to the moon:irach,irch, means the pa

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hen to be placed again in a balneum mariae in a gentle heat. when it seems fairly redissolved (irrespective of the color, let it be taken out of the bath. it is now to undergo another magical ceremony. m. now, place the curcurbite to the west of the altar, holding the lotus by the black end, perform a magical invocation of the 2 in her decrease and of q the curcurbite is then to be exposed to the moonlight (she being in her decrease) for nine consecutive nights, commencing at full 1. the alembic head is then to be fitted on. n. repeat process set forth in section l. 19 o. the curcubite is to be placed to the east of the altar, and the alchemist performs an invocation of the 4 in her increase, and of p (holding the lotus wand by the white end) to act upon the matter. the curcurbite is now t

GRAHAM HANCOCK FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS

p. almost in unison, the voices of a thousand and one muezzins rang out from the balconies of the minarets of cairo, calling the faithful to prayer and reaffirming the greatness, the indivisibility, the mercy and the compassion of god. behind me, to the south-west, the top 22 courses of khafre s pyramid, still clad with their original facing stones, seemed to float like an iceberg on the ocean of moonlight. knowing that we could not stay long in this bewitching place, i sat down and gazed around at the heavens. over to the west, across limitless desert sands, regulus had now set beneath the horizon, and the rest of the lion s body was poised to follow. the constellations of virgo and libra were also dropping lower in the sky and, much farther to the north, i could see the great and little

GRIMM JACOB TEUTONIC MYTHOLOGY VOL 3

il, story about a dziwitza in up. lausitz: she was a beautiful young knenye or princess, who roamed in the woods, armed with the zylba (a javelin; the finest of hounds accompanied, scaring both game and men who were in the thick forest at midday. the people still joke any one that spends the hour of noon alone in the fir-woods' are you not afraid dziwitza will come to you' but she also hunts of a moonlight night. 3 isitsynou. with /raw faste (p. 782 n, and taken from the slavic' post= fast, jejunium? 934 spectees. posferli, or they draw it in a sledge in the shape of a puppet, and leave it standing in a corner of the other village; then the noise is hushed, and all turn homewards (staid. 1, 208. at some places in switzerland the strclggele goes about on the embernight, wednesday before chr

of noon to cut grass; suddenly, high on the wall there stood a little woman as white as lawn, who beckoned till the clock struck twelve, then disappeared. the grass-girl sees on her way a fine cloth covered with flax-pods, and wondering she pockets two of them. when she gets home, they are two bright ducats (bechst. thiir. sag. 2, 68. about the underground well near atterode many have seen in the moonlight the white maiden dry either ivashing or wheat (ib. 4, 16g. at the deserted castle of frankenstein near klosterallendorf, a maiden clothed in white appears every seven years, sitting over the vault and beckoning. once when a man wished to follow her, but stood irresolute at the entrance, she turned and gave him a handful of cherries. he said' thank you' and put them in his; pouch; suddenl

riietelin, and make' daz' refer to it, not to the whole sentence) has power given him over all men; the wishing-rod not only made treasures come, it intensified and continually increased their value. here the wishing-rod is called golden. it was commonly picked off a hazel-hush; according to vintler it is 'that year's shoot (sumer-late) of a wild hazel-tree' to have it, one must cut by right-hand moonlight (crescent moon) a bough with a zivisele, zwispel (furca, and twist it three times round itself^ others demand a white shoot of hazel or holy-thorn, one that has a twiele or fork, has shot up in one year, and has not a speck of old wood in it; it must stand so that the sun from east and west shines through the fork, else it is no good. he that would gather it walks in silence to the shoot

GRIMM TEUTONIC MYTHOLOGY VOL 2 1883 COMPLETE

doors. this they call in norway at holde qvelvart (qvellsvart/ to hold evening rest. those who desire his goodwill, give him good words: kiare granne, gior det! dear neighbour, do this; and he replies con formably. he is said at times to carry his preference for the goodrnan so far as to pilfer hay and straw from other farmers barns or stables, and bring it to him (see suppl. the nissen loves the moonlight, and in wintertime you see him merrily skipping across the farmyard, or skating. he is a good hand at dancing and music, and much the same is told of him as of the swedish stromkarl (p. 493, that for a grey sheep he teaches people to play the fiddle.2 the home-sprite is contented with a trifling wage: a new hat, a red cap, a parti-coloured coat with tinkling bells he will make shift with

so come the adv. nr<5r (deorsum) and the noun nets (quies, ohg. ginada. so that n$" lasts from the begin ning of the first quarter to the full, and nr3 from the decrease of the full to the extinction of light in the last quarter. the two touch one another at the border-line between the faintest streaks of waxing and of waning brightness. but nr<5 meant especially the absence of moonlight (interhmium, and nv<5amyrkr total darkness (luna silens. kind gods created these for men of old to tell the year by. ny ok mft skopo nyt regin oldum at ar-tali/ 1 saem. 34a. hani styrir gongu tungls, oc rse csr nyjum oc ni&um, sn. 12, mani steers the going of the moon, and rules new moons and full. probably even here personification comes into play, for in voluspii 11 (sasm. 2b) n

ou grow old, and i keep young! thorn. hiarne p. 40. 2 in demerara grows a tree like the mahogany, called \valala; if cut down at new-moon, the wood is tough and hard to split, if at full, it is soft and splits easily. bamboo planks cut at new-moon last ten years, those cut at full-moon rot within the year. phases of the moon. 715 load the legs (tobler 404b; set about it therefore by the mount ing moonlight. yuk sub v. miyena says, the servian women will wash never a shirt at new-moon, they declare all the linen would get mooned (omiyeniti) in the water, i.e. bulge and pucker, and soon tear; one might find another reason too for washing by the waning moon, that stains and dirt should disappear with the dwindling light (see suppl. behind superstitious practices i have tried to discover a mea

us, ohg. liutker, has to do with it, and some forgotten legend of the mid. ages. a touching religious interpretation is handed down by berthold 145, surety not invented by himself, that the moon is mary magdalene, and the spots her tears of repentance (see suppl. the sun has had a slighter influence than the moon on super stitious notions and observances. magical herbs must be gathered, if not by moonlight, at least before sunrise (p. 621, and healing waters be drawn before sunrise (p. 586. the mounting sun dispels all magic, and bids the spirits back to their subterranean abode. twice in the year the sun changes his course, in summer to sink, in winter to rise. these turning-points of the sun were celebrated with great pomp in ancient times, and our st. john s or midsummer fires are a rel

HELENA BLAVATSKY NIGHTMARE TALES

, we had to economise still more with our meagre provisions, fuel andlight. lamps were used only for scientific purposes: the rest of the time we had to content ourselves withgod's light- the moon and the aurora borealis. but how describe these glorious, incomparablenorthern lights! rings, arrows, gigantic conflagrations of accurately divided rays of the most vivid and variedcolours. the november moonlight nights were as gorgeous. the play of moonbeams on the snow and thefrozen rocks was most striking. these were fairy nights "well, one such night- it may have been one such day, for all i know, as from the end of november toabout the middle of march we had no twilights at all, to distinguish the one from the other- we suddenlyespied in the play of coloured beams, which were then throwing a

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he sleepers of arkham and haunted their dreams ever afterwards- such a scream as could come from no being born of earth, or wholly of earth. armitage, hastening into some clothing and rushing across the street and lawn to the college buildings, saw that others were ahead of him; and heard the echoes of a burglar-alarm still shrilling from the library. an open window showed black and gaping in the moonlight. what had come had indeed completed its entrance; for the barking and the screaming, now fast fading into a mixed low growling and moaning, proceeded unmistakably from within. some instinct warned armitage that what was taking place was not a thing for unfortified eyes to see, so he brushed back the crowd with authority as he unlocked the vestibule door. among the others he saw professor

octurnal rambles. it was on the evening of july l1th, when the moon flooded the mysterious hillocks with a curious pallor. wandering somewhat beyond my usual limits, i came upon a great stone which seemed to differ markedly from any we had yet encountered. it was almost wholly covered, but i stooped and cleared away the sand with my hands, later studying the object carefully and supplementing the moonlight with my electric torch. unlike the other very large rocks, this one was perfectly square-cut, with no convex or concave surface. it seemed, too, to be of a dark basaltic substance, wholly dissimilar to the granite and sandstone and occasional concrete of the now familiar fragments. suddenly i rose, turned, and ran for the camp at top speed. it was a wholly unconscious and irrational flig

to me somehow infinitely evil. there was no longer any wind, nor did any return for nearly five hours, as amply attested by tupper and others who saw me walking rapidly across the pallid, secret-guarding hillocks toward the northeast. about 3:30 a.m. a violent wind blew up, waking everyone in camp and felling three of the tents. the sky was unclouded, and the desert still blazed with that leprous moonlight. as the party saw to the tents my absence was noted, but in view of my previous walks this circumstance gave no one alarm. and yet, as many as three men- all australians- seemed to feel something sinister in the air. mackenzie explained to professor freeborn that this was a fear picked up from blackfellow folklore- the natives having woven a curious fabric of malignant myth about the hig

al-banded trap-doors at the very bottom four levels down? bewildered by this intrusion from the dream-world, i found myself shaking and bathed in a cold perspiration. then, as a last, intolerable touch, i felt that faint, insidious stream of cool air trickling upward from a depressed place near the center of the huge heap. instantly, as once before, my visions faded, and i saw again only the evil moonlight, the brooding desert, and the spreading tumulus of palaeogean masonry. something real and tangible, yet fraught with infinite suggestions of nighted mystery, now confronted me. for that stream of air could argue but one thing- a hidden gulf of great size beneath the disordered blocks on the surface. my first thought was of the sinister blackfellow legends of vast underground huts among t

clutch of some compelling fate. pocketing my torch, and struggling with a strength that i had not thought i possessed, i wrenched aside first one titan fragment of stone and then another, till there welled up a strong draught whose dampness contrasted oddly with the deserts dry air. a black rift began to yawn, and at length- when i had pushed away every fragment small enough to budge- the leprous moonlight blazed on an aperture of ample width to admit me. i drew out my torch and cast a brilliant beam into the opening. below me was a chaos of tumbled masonry, sloping roughly down toward the north at an angle of about forty-five degrees, and evidently the result of some bygone collapse from above. between its surface and the ground level was a gulf of impenetrable blackness at whose upper ed

se antique tales of the beings who had dwelt in this labyrinth of primordial stone? words can convey only fractionally the welter of dread and bewilderment which ate at my spirit. i knew this place. i knew what lay before me, and what had lain overhead before the myriad towering stories had fallen to dust and debris and the desert. no need now, i thought with a shudder, to keep that faint blur of moonlight in view. i was torn betwixt a longing to flee and a feverish mixture of burning curiosity and driving fatality. what had happened to this monstrous megalopolis of old in the millions of years since the time of my dreams? of the subterrene mazes which had underlain the city and linked all the titan towers, how much had still survived the writhings of earth's crust? had i come upon a whole

l description. if so, what followed has a grim irony- since, save for the panic of this thing, the second thing might never have happened. as it was, my frenzy was absolute and unrelieved. taking my torch in my hand and clutching feebly at the case, i leaped and bounded wildly ahead with no idea in my brain beyond a mad desire to race out of these nightmare ruins to the waking world of desert and moonlight which lay so far above. i hardly knew it when i reached the mountain of debris which towered into the vast blackness beyond the caved-in roof, and bruised and cut myself repeatedly in scrambling up its steep slope of jagged blocks and fragments. then came the great disaster. just as i blindly crossed the summit, unprepared for the sudden dip ahead, my feet slipped utterly and i found mys

f whistling wind, an insane, bat-like flight through half-solid air, a feverish burrowing through the cyclone-whipped dark, and a wild stumbling and scrambling over fallen masonry. once there was a curious, intrusive flash of half sight- a faint, diffuse suspicion of bluish radiance far overhead. then there came a dream of wind- pursued climbing and crawling- of wriggling into a blaze of sardonic moonlight through a jumble of debris which slid and collapsed after me amidst a morbid hurricane. it was the evil, monotonous beating of that maddening moonlight which at last told me of the return of what i had once known as the objective, waking world. i was clawing prone through the sands of the australian desert, and around me shrieked such a tumult of wind as i had never before known on our p

full. on the right the black gash of the river-gorge clove the panorama; abandoned factories and railway station clinging barnacle-like to its sides. beyond it the rusted railway and the rowley road led off through a flat marshy terrain dotted with islets of higher and dryer scrub-grown land. on the left the creek-threaded country-side was nearer, the narrow road to ipswich gleaming white in the moonlight. i could not see from my side of the hotel the southward route toward arkham which i had determined to take. i was irresolutely speculating on when i had better attack the northward door, and on how i could least audibly manage it, when i noticed that the vague noises underfoot had given place to a fresh and heavier creaking of the stairs. a wavering flicker of light shewed through my tr

sing unheeded if forced to encounter any casual wayfarer. at bates street i drew into a yawning vestibule while two shambling figures crossed in front of me, but was soon on my way again and approaching the open space where eliot street obliquely crosses washington at the intersection of south. though i had never seen this space, it had looked dangerous to me on the grocery youth's map; since the moonlight would have free play there. there was no use trying to evade it, for any alternative course would involve detours of possibly disastrous visibility and delaying effect. the only thing to do was to cross it boldly and openly; imitating the typical shamble of the innsmouth folk as best i could, and trusting that no one- or at least no pursuer of mine- would be there. just how fully the pur

i saw the remains of a parklike, iron-railed green in its center. fortunately no one was about though a curious sort of buzz or roar seemed to be increasing in the direction of town square. south street was very wide, leading directly down a slight declivity to the waterfront and commanding a long view out a sea; and i hoped that no one would be glancing up it from afar as i crossed in the bright moonlight. my progress was unimpeded, and no fresh sound arose to hint that i had been spied. glancing about me, i involuntarily let my pace slacken for a second to take in the sight of the sea, gorgeous in the burning moonlight at the street's end. far out beyond the breakwater was the dim, dark line of devil reef, and as i glimpsed it i could not help thinking of all the hideous legends i had he

yes on that hellish and ominous reef as long as the opening of south street gave me a seaward view. what the whole proceeding meant, i could not imagine; unless it involved some strange rite connected with devil reef, or unless some party had landed from a ship on that sinister rock. i now bent to the left around the ruinous green; still gazing toward the ocean as it blazed in the spectral summer moonlight, and watching the cryptical flashing of those nameless, unexplainable beacons. it was then that the most horrible impression of all was borne in upon me- the impression which destroyed my last vestige of self-control and sent me running frantically southward past the yawning black doorways and fishily staring windows of that deserted nightmare street. for at a closer glance i saw that th

i watched- choked by a sudden rise in the fishy odour after a short abatement- i saw a band of uncouth, crouching shapes loping and shambling in the same direction; and knew that this must be the party guarding the ipswich road, since that highway forms an extension of eliot street. two of the figures i glimpsed were in voluminous robes, and one wore a peaked diadem which glistened whitely in the moonlight. the gait of this figure was so odd that it sent a chill through me- for it seemed to me the creature was almost hopping. when the last of the band was out of sight i resumed my progress; darting around the corner into lafayette street, and crossing eliot very hurriedly lest stragglers of the party be still advancing along that thoroughfare. i did hear some croaking and clattering sounds

he line kept on along the gorge's brink, but at length i reached the long covered bridge where it crossed the chasm at a dizzying height. the condition of this bridge would determine my next step. if humanly possible, i would use it; if not, l would have to risk more street wandering and take the nearest intact high-way bridge. the vast, barnlike length of the old bridge gleamed spectrally in the moonlight, and i saw that the ties were safe for at least a few feet within. entering, i began to use my flashlight, and was almost knocked down by the cloud of bats that flapped past me. about half-way across there was a perilous gap in the ties which i feared for a moment would halt me; but in the end i risked a desperate jump which fortunately succeeded. i was glad to see the moonlight again wh

g to my window view. at the end of the cut it would cross the track and swerve off to a safer distance; but meanwhile i must be exceedingly careful. i was by this time thankfully certain that the railway itself was not patrolled. just before entering the cut i glanced behind me, but saw no pursuer. the ancient spires and roofs of decaying inns-month gleamed lovely and ethereal in the magic yellow moonlight, and i thought of how they must have looked in the old days before the shadow fell. then, as my gaze circled inland from the town, something less tranquil arrested my notice and held me immobile for a second. what i saw- or fancied i saw- was a disturbing suggestion of undulant motion far to the south; a suggestion which made me conclude that a very large horde must be pouring out of the

e tied to hint what it was in order to postpone the horror of writing it down baldly. can it be possible that dim planet has actually spawned such things; that human eyes have truly seen, as objective flesh, what man has hitherto known only in febrile phantasy and tenuous legend? and yet i saw them in a limitless stream- flopping, hopping, croaking, bleating- urging inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque, malignant saraband of fantastic nightmare. and some of them had tall tiaras of that nameless whitish-gold metal. and some were strangely robed. and one, who led the way, was clad in a ghoulishly humped black coat and striped trousers, and had a man's felt hat perched on the shapeless thing that answered for a head. i think their predominant colour was a greyish-green, tho

esh communication which had obviously crossed my letter in the mails; and to this i could not give any such hopeful response. in view of its importance i believe i had better give it in full- as best i can do from memory of the shaky script. it ran substantially as follows: monday dear wilmarth a rather discouraging p. s. to my last. last night was thickly cloudy- though no rain- and not a bit of moonlight got through. things were pretty bad, and i think the end is getting near, in spite of all we have hoped. after midnight something landed on the roof of the house, and the dogs all rushed up to see what it was. i could hear them snapping and tearing around, and then one managed to get on the roof by jumping from the low ell. there was a terrible fight up there, and i heard a frightful buz

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forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy. kuranes came very suddenly upon his old world of childhood. he had been dreaming of the house where he had been born; the great stone house covered with ivy, where thirteen generations of his ancestors had lived, and where he had hoped to die. it was moonlight, and he had stolen out into the fragrant summer night, through the gardens, down the terraces, past the great oaks of the park, and along the long white road to the village. the village seemed very old, eaten away at the edge like the moon which had commenced to wane, and kuranes wondered whether the peaked roofs of the small houses hid sleep or death. in the streets were spears of long

HP LOVECRAFT HERBERT WEST REANIMATOR

who had been entombed but three days before- the late dr. allan halsey, public benefactor and dean of the medical school of miskatonic university. to the vanished herbert west and to me the disgust and horror were supreme. i shudder tonight as i think of it; shudder even more than i did that morning when west muttered through his bandages "damn it, it wasn t quite fresh enough" iii. six shots by moonlight published april 1922 in home brew vol. 1, no. 3, p. 21-26. it is uncommon to fire all six shots of a revolver with great suddenness when one would probably be sufficient, but many things in the life of herbert west were uncommon. it is, for instance, not often that a young physician leaving college is obliged to conceal the principles which guide his selection of a home and office, yet t

ndings under an eerie moon. the body must have looked even worse in life- but the world holds many ugly things. fear was upon the whole pitiful crowd, for they did not know what the law would exact of them if the affair were not hushed up; and they were grateful when west, in spite of my involuntary shudders, offered to get rid of the thing quietly- for a purpose i knew too well. there was bright moonlight over the snowless landscape, but we dressed the thing and carried it home between us through the deserted streets and meadows, as we had carried a similar thing one horrible night in arkham. we approached the house from the field in the rear, took the specimen in the back door and down the cellar stairs, and prepared it for the usual experiment. our fear of the police was absurdly great

HP LOVECRAFT POETRY AND THE GODS

nd wishes, unheard-of yearnings which floated out of the spacious twentieth-century drawing room, up the deeps of the air, and eastward to olive groves in distant arcady which she had seen only in her dreams. she had entered the room in abstraction, turned off the glaring chandeliers, and now reclined on a soft divan by a solitary lamp which shed over the reading table a green glow as soothing as moonlight when it issued through the foliage about an antique shrine. attired simply, in a low-cut black evening dress, she appeared outwardly a typical product of modern civilization; but tonight she felt the immeasurable gulf that separated her soul from all her prosaic surroundings. was it because of the strange home in which she lived, that abode of coldness where relations were always straine

HP LOVECRAFT THE NAMELESS CITY

eal of immortality had been fostered as a cheering illusion. still nearer the end of the passage was painted scenes of the utmost picturesqueness and extravagance: contrasted views of the nameless city in its desertion and growing ruin, and of the strange new realm of paradise to which the race had hewed its way through the stone. in these views the city and the desert valley were shewn always by moonlight, golden nimbus hovering over the fallen walls, and half-revealing the splendid perfection of former times, shown spectrally and elusively by the artist. the paradisal scenes were almost too extravagant to be believed, portraying a hidden world of eternal day filled with glorious cities and ethereal hills and valleys. at the very last i thought i saw signs of an artistic anticlimax. the p

skillful, and much more bizarre than even the wildest of the earlier scenes. they seemed to record a slow decadence of the ancient stock, coupled with a growing ferocity toward the outside world from which it was driven by the desert. the forms of the people- always represented by the sacred reptiles- appeared to be gradually wasting away, through their spirit as shewn hovering above the ruins by moonlight gained in proportion. emaciated priests, displayed as reptiles in ornate robes, cursed the upper air and all who breathed it; and one terrible final scene shewed a primitive-looking man, perhaps a pioneer of ancient irem, the city of pillars, torn to pieces by members of the elder race. i remember how the arabs fear the nameless city, and was glad that beyond this place the grey walls an

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sight implied. the sight itself was as simple as it was stupefying, for it was merely this: instead of a dizzying prospect of treetops seen from a lofty eminence, there stretched around me on the level through the grating nothing less than the solid ground, decked and diversified by marble slabs and columns, and overshadowed by an ancient stone church, whose ruined spire gleamed spectrally in the moonlight. half unconscious, i opened the grating and staggered out upon the white gravel path that stretched away in two directions. my mind, stunned and chaotic as it was, still held the frantic craving for light; and not even the fantastic wonder which had happened could stay my course. i neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic; but was determined to gaze o

abomination that stood leering before me as i withdrew my sullied fingers from its own. but in the cosmos there is balm as well as bitterness, and that balm is nepenthe. in the supreme horror of that second i forgot what had horrified me, and the burst of black memory vanished in a chaos of echoing images. in a dream i fled from that haunted and accursed pile, and ran swiftly and silently in the moonlight. when i returned to the churchyard place of marble and went down the steps i found the stone trap-door immovable; but i was not sorry, for i had hated the antique castle and the trees. now i ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play by day amongst the catacombs of nephren-ka in the sealed and unknown valley of hadoth by the nile. i know that light is not for m

HP LOVECRAFT THE QUEST OF IRANON

most of the men of teloth yawned, and some laughed and some went to sleep; for iranon told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his dreams, and his hopes "i remember the twilight, the moon, and soft songs, and the window where i was rocked to sleep. and through the window was the street where the golden lights came, and where the shadows danced on houses of marble. i remember the square of moonlight on the floor, that was not like any other light, and the visions that danced on the moonbeams when my mother sang to me. and too, i remember the sun of morning bright above the many-coloured hills in summer, and the sweetness of flowers borne on the south wind that made the trees sing "oh aira, city of marble and beryl, how many are thy beauties! how i loved the warm and fragrant groves

uggish stone-banked zuro. then one night when the moon was full the travellers came to a mountain crest and looked down upon the myriad light of oonai. peasants had told them they were near, and iranon knew that this was not his native city of aira. the lights of oonai were not like those of aira; for they were harsh and glaring, while the lights of aira shine as softly and magically as shone the moonlight on the floor by the window where iranon's mother once rocked him to sleep with song. but oonai was a city of lutes and dancing, so iranon and romnod went down the steep slope that they might find men to whom sings and dreams would bring pleasure. and when they were come into the town they found rose-wreathed revellers bound from house to house and leaning from windows and balconies, who

HP LOVECRAFT THE SHADOW OVER INNSMOUTH

full. on the right the black gash of the river-gorge clove the panorama; abandoned factories and railway station clinging barnacle-like to its sides. beyond it the rusted railway and the rowley road led off through a flat marshy terrain dotted with islets of higher and dryer scrub-grown land. on the left the creek-threaded country-side was nearer, the narrow road to ipswich gleaming white in the moonlight. i could not see from my side of the hotel the southward route toward arkham which i had determined to take. i was irresolutely speculating on when i had better attack the northward door, and on how i could least audibly manage it, when i noticed that the vague noises underfoot had given place to a fresh and heavier creaking of the stairs. a wavering flicker of light shewed through my tr

sing unheeded if forced to encounter any casual wayfarer. at bates street i drew into a yawning vestibule while two shambling figures crossed in front of me, but was soon on my way again and approaching the open space where eliot street obliquely crosses washington at the intersection of south. though i had never seen this space, it had looked dangerous to me on the grocery youth's map; since the moonlight would have free play there. there was no use trying to evade it, for any alternative course would involve detours of possibly disastrous visibility and delaying effect. the only thing to do was to cross it boldly and openly; imitating the typical shamble of the lnnsmouth folk as best i could, and trusting that no one- or at least no pursuer of mine- would be there. just how fully the pur

i saw the remains of a parklike, iron-railed green in its center. fortunately no one was about though a curious sort of buzz or roar seemed to be increasing in the direction of town square. south street was very wide, leading directly down a slight declivity to the waterfront and commanding a long view out a sea; and i hoped that no one would be glancing up it from afar as i crossed in the bright moonlight. my progress was unimpeded, and no fresh sound arose to hint that i had been spied. glancing about me, i involun-tarily let my pace slacken for a second to take in the sight of the sea, gorgeous in the burning moonlight at the street's end. far out beyond the breakwater was the dim, dark line of devil reef, and as i glimpsed it i could not help thinking of all the hideous legends i had h

yes on that hellish and ominous reef as long as the opening of south street gave me a seaward view. what the whole proceeding meant, i could not imagine; unless it involved some strange rite connected with devil reef, or unless some party had landed from a ship on that sinister rock. i now bent to the left around the ruinous green; still gazing toward the ocean as it blazed in the spectral summer moonlight, and watching the cryptical flashing of those nameless, unexplainable beacons. it was then that the most horrible impression of all was borne in upon me- the impression which destroyed my last vestige of self-control and sent me running frantically southward past the yawning black doorways and fishily staring windows of that deserted nightmare street. for at a closer glance i saw that th

i watched- choked by a sudden rise in the fishy odour after a short abatement- i saw a band of uncouth, crouching shapes loping and shambling in the same direction; and knew that this must be the party guarding the ipswich road, since that highway forms an extension of eliot street. two of the figures i glimpsed were in voluminous robes, and one wore a peaked diadem which glistened whitely in the moonlight. the gait of this figure was so odd that it sent a chill through me- for it seemed to me the creature was almost hopping. when the last of the band was out of sight i resumed my progress; darting around the corner into lafayette street, and crossing eliot very hurriedly lest stragglers of the party be still advancing along that thoroughfare. i did hear some croaking and clattering sounds

he line kept on along the gorge's brink, but at length i reached the long covered bridge where it crossed the chasm at a dizzying height. the condition of this bridge would determine my next step. if humanly possible, i would use it; if not, l would have to risk more street wandering and take the nearest intact high-way bridge. the vast, barnlike length of the old bridge gleamed spectrally in the moonlight, and i saw that the ties were safe for at least a few feet within. entering, i began to use my flashlight, and was almost knocked down by the cloud of bats that flapped past me. about half-way across there was a perilous gap in the ties which i feared for a moment would halt me; but in the end i risked a desperate jump which fortunately succeeded. i was glad to see the moonlight again wh

g to my window view. at the end of the cut it would cross the track and swerve off to a safer distance; but meanwhile i must be exceedingly careful. i was by this time thankfully certain that the railway itself was not patrolled. just before entering the cut i glanced behind me, but saw no pursuer. the ancient spires and roofs of decaying inns-month gleamed lovely and ethereal in the magic yellow moonlight, and i thought of how they must have looked in the old days before the shadow feil. then, as my gaze circled inland from the town, something less tranquil arrested my notice and held me immobile for a second. what i saw- or fancied i saw- was a disturbing suggestion of undulant motion far to the south; a suggestion which made me conclude that a very large horde must be pouring out of the

ve tied to hint what it was in order to postpone the horror of writing it down baldly. can it be possible that dim planet has actually spawned such things; that human eyes have truly seen, as objective flesh, what man has hitherto known only in febrile phantasy and tenuous legend? and yet i saw them in a limitless stream-flopping, hopping, croaking, bleating- urging inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque, malignant saraband of fantastic nightmare. and some of them had tall tiaras of that nameless whitish-gold metal. and some were strangely robed. and one, who led the way, was clad in a ghoulishly humped black coat and striped trousers, and had a man's felt hat perched on the shapeless thing that answered for a head. i think their predominant colour was a greyish-green, tho

HP LOVECRAFT THE STREET

and listen about such places as petrovitch s bakery, the squalid rifkin school of modern economics, the circle social club, and the liberty cafe. there congregated sinister men in great numbers, yet always was their speech guarded or in a foreign tongue. and still the old houses stood, with their forgotten lore of nobler, departed centuries; of sturdy colonial tenants and dewy rose-gardens in the moonlight. sometimes a lone poet or traveler would come to view them, and would try to picture them in their vanished glory; yet of such travelers and poets there were not many. the rumour now spread widely that these houses contained the leaders of a vast band of terrorists, who on a designated day were to launch an orgy of slaughter for the extermination of america and of all the fine old tradit

chimneys and part of a stout brick wall. nor did anything that had been alive come alive from the ruins. a poet and a traveler, who came with the mighty crowd that sought the scene, tell odd stories. the poet says that all through the hours before dawn he beheld sordid ruins indistinctly in the glare of the arc-lights; that there loomed above the wreckage another picture wherein he could describe moonlight and fair houses and elms and oaks and maples of dignity. and the traveler declares that instead of the place s wonted stench there lingered a delicate fragrance as of roses in full bloom. but are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travelers notoriously false? there be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; i dare not say, myself

HP LOVECRAFT THE THING IN THE MOONLIGHT

wakeful citizens. but in this idle village gossip the terrible old man took no interest at all. he was by nature reserved, and when one is aged and feeble, one s reserve is doubly strong. besides, so ancient a sea-captain must have witnessed scores of things much more stirring in the far-off days of his unremembered youth. 1998-1999 william johns last modified: 12/18/1999 18:44:4the thing in the moonlight by h. p. lovecraft and j. chapman miske written november 24, 1927 published the following is based, in places word for word, on a letter lovecraft wrote to donald wandrei on november 24, 1927. the first three and last five paragraphs were added by j. chapman miske; the remainder is almost verbatim lovecraft. in the letter, lovecraft reveals that his "dreams occasionally approach'd the ph

dark, and forbidding the perception of such burrows as may have existed there. in one such dark space i felt conscious of a singular accession of fright, as if some subtle and bodiless emanation from the abyss were engulfing my spirit; but the blackness was too great for me to perceive the source of my alarm. at length i emerged upon a tableland of moss-grown rock and scanty soil, lit by a faint moonlight which had replaced the expiring orb of day. casting my eyes about, i beheld no living object; but was sensible of a very peculiar stirring far below me, amongst the whispering rushes of the pestilential swamp i had lately quitted. after walking for some distance, i encountered the rusty tracks of a street railway, and the worm-eaten poles which still held the limp and sagging trolley wir

e air-brake now and then throbbing beneath the floor. i boarded it and looked vainly about for the light switch--noting as i did so the absence of the controller handle, which thus implied the brief absence of the motorman. then i sat down in one of the cross seats of the vehicle. presently i heard a swishing in the sparse grass toward the left, and saw the dark forms of two men looming up in the moonlight. they had the regulation caps of a railway company, and i could not doubt but that they were conductor and motorman. then one of them sniffed with singular sharpness, and raised his face to howl to the moon. the other dropped on all fours to run toward the car. i leaped up at once and raced madly out of that car and across endless leagues of plateau till exhaustion forced me to stop--doi

ly for awakening--it has not come! instead i have found myself an inhabitant of this terrible dream-world! that first night gave way to dawn, and i wandered aimlessly over the lonely swamp-lands. when night came, i still wandered, hoping for awakening. but suddenly i parted the weeds and saw before me the ancient railway car--and to one side a cone-faced thing lifted its head and in the streaming moonlight howled strangely! it has been the same each day. night takes me always to that place of horror. i have tried not moving, with the coming of nightfall, but i must walk in my slumber, for always i awaken with the thing of dread howling before me in the pale moonlight, and i turn and flee madly. god! when will i awaken? that is what morgan wrote. i would go to 66 college street in providenc

HP LOVECRAFT THE TOMB

r the taint of thunder was in the clouds, and a hellish phosphoresence rose from the rank swamp at the bottom of the hollow. the call of the dead, too, was different. instead of the hillside tomb, it was the charred cellar on the crest of the slope whose presiding demon beckoned to me with unseen fingers. as i emerged from an intervening grove upon the plain before the ruin. i beheld in the misty moonlight a thing i had always vaguely expected. the mansion, gone for a century, once more reared its stately height to the raptured vision; every window ablaze with the splendor of many candles. up the long drive rolled the coaches of the boston gentry, whilst on foot came a numerous assemblage of powdered exquisites from the neighboring mansions. with this throng i mingled, though i knew i belo

HP LOVECRAFT THE WHITE SHIP

oke at last, saying "this is xura, the land of pleasures unattained. so once more the white ship followed the bird of heaven, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes. day after day and night after night did we sail, and when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of the oarsmen, sweet as on that distant night when we sailed away from my far native land. and it was by moonlight that we anchored at last in the harbor of sona-nyl, which is guarded by twin headlands of crystal that rise from the sea and meet in a resplendent arch. this is the land of fancy, and we walked to the verdant shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams. in the land of sona-nyl there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death; and there i dwelt for many aeons. green are the groves

dered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. i climbed gentle hills from whose summits i could see entrancing panoramas of loveliness, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and with the golden domes of gigantic cities glittering on the infinitely distant horizon. and i viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, the crystal headlands, and the placid harbor wherein lay anchored the white ship. it was against the full moon one night in the immemorial year of tharp that i saw outlined the beckoning form of the celestial bird, and felt the first stirrings of unrest. then i spoke with the bearded man, and told him of my new yearnings to depart for remote cathuria, which no man hath

HP LOVECRAFT WHAT THE MOON BRINGS

rom afar out whither the condor had flown, as if my flesh had caught a horror before my eyes had seen it. nor had my flesh trembled without cause, for when i raised my eyes i saw that the waters had ebbed very low, shewing much of the vast reef whose rim i had seen before. and when i saw that the reef was but the black basalt crown of a shocking eikon whose monstrous forehead now shown in the dim moonlight and whose vile hooves must paw the hellish ooze miles below, i shrieked and shrieked lest the hidden face rise above the waters, and lest the hidden eyes look at me after the slinking away of that leering and treacherous yellow moon. and to escape this relentless thing i plunged gladly and unhesitantly into the stinking shallows where amidst weedy walls and sunken streets fat sea-worms f

JESSUP MK THE CASE FOR THE UFO

k looks like fresco from below. one or two of the slabs that lay around me were no larger than those above my head. within the temple the ornamentation was elaborate and colossal. what a wonder of architectural beauty and grandeur this edifice must have been when it was new and what a noble picture it, and its stellar companion, with the chaos of mighty fragments scattered around them made in the moonlight. and yet, these sculptured blocks are trifles in size compared with the rough-hewn stones that form the side verandah, or platform which surrounds the great temple. one stretch of that platform composed of only three stones is nearly 300 feet in length. they are thirteen feet square, two of them are each 64 feet and a third 69 feet long. they are built into the massive wall twenty feet a

KETAB E SIYAH

ices upon the breezes that we breathed. at the entrance and the exit of the river to the enchanted valley stood as sentries to each an elohim knight, mailed and armed, garbed in a robe of crimson silk, armour, steel and gilden, adorned with motifs of ten thousand creatures of strange fancy. to each a shield of painted bronze, to each a red-plumed helmet, studded with precious stones, shining with moonlight. each bearing an oak-shafted spear, upon their belts hung long swords, with decorated hilt and scabbard, a red tassel tied to the pommel, and a horn of ivory and gold, they stood their watch over the prize we sought. from the western approach we came, where the river flowed from the gardens, scented with the perfumes of exotic herbs, down to the storm-buffeted ocean of the west. baalzebu

eager hand of man, else plucking some bright blossom that enchanted the young eyes that beheld its colour. now his gaze was drawn to woman who had this time watched him from amongst the trees with her own wonder at their world. now with the lion-cubs novice grace he went to her to seize, like bird, beetle or blossom, her jet-black hair, coiling like snakes in the breeze, glistening with rain and moonlight. now, like the dancing sparrow she went there and there, eluding each snatch he made and, on swift feet, 150 ran before his earnest pursuit. now, hiding within some bush's verdant growth, she taunted him with song and laughter. now, with fruit plucked from the bough, he sought to coax her from concealment. with shout and high fluting laugh, she sprang from amongst the dripping leaves and

LIBER CORDIS CINCTI SERPENTE

en unto the land of fairy sleep. 10 liber lxv 52. all night they danced and sang; but thou art the morning, o my darling, my serpent that twinest thee about this heart. 53. i am the heart, and thou the serpent. wind thy coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may penetrate. 54. crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white doric girl that languishes with her lover the moonlight. 55. then let the end awake. long hast thou slept, o great god terminus! long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof. awake thou! wait no more! 56. nay, lord! but i am come to thee. it is i that wait at last. 57. the prophet cried against the mountain; come thou hither, that i may speak with thee! 58. the mountain stirred not. therefore went the prophet unto t

LIBER CXCVII STORY OF SIR PALAMEDES

rain. off bolts the beast: the earth is shook as out a questing roars again, as if a thirty couple hounds are in its belly as it bounds! sir palamedes, the saracen knight 35 the peasants gather to deride the knight: creation joins in mirth. ashamed and scorned on every side, there gallops, hateful to the earth, the laughing-stock of beasts and men, sir palamede the saracen. 36 xvi where shafts of moonlight splash the vale, beside a stream there sits and strains sir palamede, with passion pale, and haggard from his broken brains. yet eagerly he watches still a mossy mound where dainty grains of gilded corn their beauty spill to tempt the quarry to the range of palamede his archer skill. all night he sits, with ardour strange and hope new-fledged. a gambler born aye thinks the luck one day m

his brother smitten through the head, himself sore wounded in the thigh, weepeth upon the deed of dread, liber cxcvii 52 alone among his murdered men, the champion fool, as fools were then, utterly broken, like to die, sir palamede the saracen. 53 xxii sir palamede his wits doth rally, nursing his wound beside a lake within an admirable valley, whose walls their thirst on heaven slake, and in the moonlight mystical their countless spears of silver shake. thus reasons he .in each and all fyttes of this quest the quarry.s track is wondrous geometrical. in spire and whorl twists out and back the hart with fair symmetric line. and lo! the grain of wit i lack. this beast is master of design. so studying each twisted print in this mirific mind of mine, my heart may happen on a hint. thus as the

LIBER LIBERI VEL LAPIDIS LAZULI

15 14. nor is their any rest, sweet heart, save in the cradle of royal bacchus, the thigh of the most holy one. 15. there rest, under the canopy of night. 16. uranus chid eros; marsyas chid olympas; i chid my beautiful lover with his sunray mane; shall i not sing? 17. shall not mine incantations bring around me the wonderful company of the wood-gods, their bodies glistening with the ointments of moonlight and honey and myrrh? 18. worshipful are ye, o my lovers; let us forward to the dimmest hollow! 19. there we will feast upon mandrake and upon moly! 20. there the lovely one shall spread us his holy banquet. in the brown cakes of corn we shall taste the food of the world, and be strong. 21. in the ruddy and awful cup of death we shall drink the blood of the world, and be drunken! 22. ohe!

LIBER LXVII THE SWORD OF SONG

in this section actually occurred in 1901. 2 siam. know a thing or two about indra, for example .it was done. beautiful was the young girl.s face as she sprang mature from the womb of matter, on her life-journey of an hundred thousand years. of all indra.s flute-girls she played and sang the sweetest. yet ever some remembrance, dim as a pallid ghost that fleets down the long avenues of deodar and moonlight, stole in her brain; and her song was ever of love and death and music from beyond .and one day as she sang thus the deep truth stole into being and she knew the noble truths. so she turned her flute to the new song, when.horror!.there was a mosquito in the flute .tootle! tootle. she began .buzz! buzz. went the mosquito from the very vitals of her delicate tube .indra was not unprovided

therefore he arose and went his way into the desert. there he clomb an high rock and called forth the eagles, that their shadow floating over the desert should be as a book that men might read it. the shadows wrote and the sun recorded; and on this wise cometh it to pass, o my brethren, that by darkness and by sunlight ye will still learn ever these the arcana of our science. lo! who learneth by moonlight, he is the lucky one! so our father, having thus founded the order, and our sacred book being opened, rested awhile and beheld many wonders, the like of which were never yet told. but ever chiefly his study was to reduce unto eight things his many. and thus, o brethren of our venerable order, he at last succeeded. those who know not will learn little herein: yet that they may be shamed a

MAGIC AND SPELLS

animated stone has an armor class of 15, or 14 if large(-1 size, and a hardness of 8. an opening has 40 hit points (60 if large. a chamber has 60 hit points (90 if large. evocation level:-hth 3, moon 3 components: v, s, m/df casting time: 1 action range: 0 ft. effect: a swordlike beam duration: 1 minute/level (d) saving throw: none spell resistance: yes moon blade a 3-foot-long, blazing beam, of moonlight springs forth from your hand. anyone who can cast moon blade can wield the beam with proficiency. however, if you are proficient with any type of sword, you can wield the beam as if it were any type of sword and thus gain the benefits of any special sword skill you might have, such as weapon focus. attacks with the moon blade are melee touch attacks. its strike saps vitality or life forc

must be created flat. the stair version cannot rise or descend any more sharply than 45 degrees. arcane material component. a white handkerchief. moonbeam evocation [light] level: hth 2, moon 2 components: v, s, m/df casting time: 1 action range: close (25 ft+ 5 ft./2 levels) area: cone duration: 1 minute/level (d) saving throw: none or will negates (see text) spell resistance: no a cone of pale moonlight springs from your hand. on your turn each round, you can change the direction the cone points. light from a moonbeam does not adversely affect creatures that are sensitive to light, but lycanthropes in humanoid form caught in the cone must make will saves to avoid involuntarily assuming their animal forms. lycanthropes in animal form can change out of it on their next turn (spending a ro

, but does not counter or dispel it. darkness spells of higher level block a moonbeam. arcane material component. a pinch of white powder. moonfire evocation [light] level: moon 9 components: v, s, df casting lime: 1 action range: close (25 ft+ s -ft./2 levels) area: cone duration: instantaneous (see text) saving throw: reflex half (see text) spell resistance: yes magic '73 a cone of fiery. white moonlight springs from your hand. living creatures in the area feel an unnatural chill and take 1d8 points of damage per two caster levels, to a maximum of 10d8. undead and shapechangers take double damage. this application of the spell allows a reflex save for half damage. all magical auras within the cone glow .with a faint blue light for 1 round per caster level. disguised, shapechanged, or pol

MANLY P HALL THE SECRET TEACHINGS OF ALL AGES

e popular belief in british fairies to the period of the danish conquest. they were supposed to be diminutive aerial beings, beautiful, lively, and beneficent in their intercourse with mortals, inhabiting a region called fairy land, alf-heinner; commonly appearing on earth at intervals--when they left traces of their visits, in beautiful green-rings, where the dewy sward had been trodden in their moonlight dances" to the sylphs the ancients gave the labor of modeling the snowflakes and gathering clouds. this latter they accomplished with the cooperation of the undines who supplied the moisture. the winds were their particular vehicle and the ancients referred to them as the spirits of the air. they are the highest of all the elementals, their native element being the highest in vibratory r

MICHAEL FORD BOOK OF CAIN

y and bestial hunger in the same visage, she would cut the throat of those who feared her, and drink and bath in their life force. lilith taught me the arts of the vampyre, and prepared my spirit and flesh to walk between the world. the true mark of ahriman was given, and i passed between the light to the shadows. upon waking in the sand, i could face again the sun, yet see equally as well in the moonlight. lilith soon brought my sister-wife naamah before me, and she was veiled and beautiful as lilith. she was to join with me, and that we may grow strong our family. i learned also from naamah, who departed soon after. she returned back to shadows, where she would remain in the dragon s coils and be immortal, and life never ending. it was within the circle, that lilith showed to me that whi

MORALS AND DOGMA

led fish or swallow above it, and a portion of perseus, son-in-law of the king of ethiopia. isis, having recovered the sacred coffer, sailed from byblos in a vessel with the eldest son of the king, toward boutos, where anubis was, having charge of her son horus; and in the morning dried up a river, whence arose a strong wind. landing, she hid the coffer in a forest. typhon, hunting a wild boar by moonlight discovered it, recognized the body of his rival, and cut it into fourteen pieces, the number of days between the full and new moon, and in every one of which days the moon loses a portion of the light that at the commencement filled her whole disk. the sixth full moon occurred in libra, over the divisions separating which from virgo are the celestial ship, perseus, son of the king of eth

into _twenty-six; in regard to which, and to the whole legend, landseer's ideas, varying from those commonly entertained, are as follows: typhon, landseer thinks, was the _ocean, which the ancients fabled or believed surrounded the earth, and into which all the stars in their turn appear successively to sink [perhaps it was darkness personified, which the ancients called typhon. he was hunting by moonlight, says the old legend, when he met with osiris. the ancient saba must have been near latitude 15 north. axoum is nearly in 14, and the western saba or mero is to the north of that. forty-eight centuries ago, aldebaran, the leading star of the year, had, at the vernal equinox, attained at daylight in the morning, an elevation of about 14 degrees, sufficient for him to have ceased to be _co

MOTTA MARCELO THE COMMENTARIES OF AL

ughs! now to this sphere came he by the path called the high priestess; she is his silent self, virgin beyond all veils, made free to teach him, by virtue of this third ordeal wherein, passing through the abyss, he has stripped from him every rag of falsehood, his last complexes, even his phantasy that he called 'i. and so he knows at last how the soiled harlot's dress was mere disguise; naked in moonlight shines the maiden body! 67. through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire. beyond the one, how shall he pass on? what is this one, which is in every place the centre of all? indeed the logic-girders of our souls need lightening, if we would win to freedom of such truth as this! now in the "stones of precious water" the light leapt clear indeed, but they were not themselves tha

NAGEL CARL AMAZING SECRETS OF OCCULT POWER

lders and across the cold altar stones. her pale flesh bathed in the glow of the full moon above. her breasts rise and fall to the fear inside her, as hooded figures draw close to the altar and a low-pitched chant begins to fill the night air. standing before her, the coven master takes up the chant as, with head bowed, an assistant hands him the sacrificial knife, its blade shining in the silver moonlight. from out of the darkened wood another figure appears leading a goat that he takes to the side of the altar as the priest begins his litany. he calls out a list of demonic names and to them he addresses his earnest plea for them to bear witness to what is about to take place "astaroth, help us! he intones "demons, dagon, azazel, pan help us! asmodeus, we beseech thee! we are gathered her

NECRONOMICON ALAZIF

thus: al azif page 5 of 18 http//www.chaosmatrix.org/library/books/al_azif/al_azif.html 10/10/2003 to the north: zijmuorsobet, noijm, zavaxo! to the east: quehaij, abawo, noquetonaiji! to the south: oasaij, wuram, thefotoson! to the west: zijoronaifwetho, mugelthor, mugelthor-yzxe! cover the vessel with a cloth of black velvet and set aside. for each of seven nights thou shalt bathe the vessel in moonlight for the space of one hour- keeping it concealed beneath the cloth from cock-crow till sunset. all this being accomplished the incense shall be ready for use and possessed of such vertue that he that useth it with knowledge shall have power to call forth and command the infernal legions. nota: when employed in ye ultimate rites the incense may be rendered more efficacious by the addition

PHILIP NEIL MYTHS LEGENDS EXPLAINED

ys that jason licked and spat out the victim s blood three times, to prevent the ghost from haunting him. jason, triumphant thief the exultant jason yells his defiance to ae tes, who is pursuing him. when, with the aid of medea s spells, jason stole the fleece from the sacred grove of ares (mars, we are told that he put it over his shoulders and reveled in it like a girl admiring herself when the moonlight catches her silk gown. when jason arrived in colchis, he asked ae tes to give him the golden fleece. surprisingly the king agreed, but on two conditions: that jason harness two fire-breathing bulls with bronze hooves and then use them to plant a field with dragons teeth. medea provided a salve of invulnerability that enabled jason to yoke the bulls and defeat the warriors that sprang up

REGARDIE ISRAEL THE COMPLETE GOLDEN DAWN

gain in a balneum mariae in a gentle heat. when it seems fairly re-dissolved (irrespective of colour) let it be taken out of the bath. it is now to undergo another magical ceremony. m-now place the curcurbite to the west of the altar, holding the lotus wand by the black end, perform a magical invocation of the moon in her decrease and of cauda draconis. the curcurbite is then to be exposed to the moonlight (she being in her decrease) for nine con <187> secutive nights, commencing at full moon. the alembic head is then to be fitted on. n-repeat process set forth in section l. 0-the curcurbite is to be placed to the east of the altar, and the alchemist performs an invocation of the moon in her increase, and of caput draconis (holding lotus wand by white end) to ad upon the matter. the curcur

RUBY TABLET OF SET

emset "complex" my strange thoughts, and the development of self. the area in which i had chosen to work was also near the site i had been preparing for my future home. there was no altar per se, as i had elected to sit in a chair under the night sky. it seemed, however, that nowhere that i placed the chair felt correct. just about the time that i was getting angry at this inability to start, the moonlight moved between some tree branches and created a nearly perfect circle in the center of the dugout and in front of a small cave that i had uncovered while digging. instead of facing west, which runs the length of the property uphill, i felt inclined to face south. the circle provided the moon was definitely where i should be seated. i "opened the gates" and began to concentrate. as the wor

there, and the noise had stopped. when i turned to investigate, nothing was to be seen. as i was becoming very frightened, the words "higher man must conquer fear" suddenly came to my mind. by an effort of will, my fear subsided. i turned back to welcome whatever "it" was, and this time it was gone, not to return. i was awake. i proceeded to scan the mountain with the aid of full night vision and moonlight, and i saw it quite differently than i ever had before. there was a light blue-green haze or aura around all the plant life, and somehow it would have seemed unnatural not to have seen it. my eyes were drawn to the waning moon. i felt an association of set with its darker side and of osiris with its waning bright side, and something within me recoiled in rejection of the associations. im

ngles, and recalled that the egyptians used the same word, sba, for three ideas: star, door, teach. this is not the place to delve into a treatment of astro-archeology. but we who speak of the powers of darkness should not forget that h.p. lovecraft was an amateur astronomer as well as a dreamer, that the ceremony in which the bond of the nine angles is recited was to be illuminated by controlled moonlight or starlight, and that the king's chamber of the temple of the five trihedrons was lit by channels admitting the light of certain stars. the grand master has spoken of the magnetic pull of the ring of nature that draws the self through the nine angles; the sense of exaltation the elect feel under the light of the stars is the expression of that hunger for the unknown as it is evoked by n

te. the ancient temple at pamatet and those who walked its dark and echoing halls in eons past are beyond the boundaries we call time and space; they have reached forth in essence to the present magicians of the new temple of set, and seeing through our eyes, they whisper the knowledge of the ages to the only race that can understand and perceive their words. and just think! that cool and crystal moonlight which illuminates us is the very same light which shown down upon the ancient temple and those entities with whom we are linked in such a profound and magical way "xensu. the moon god. truly a messenger through the ages. linking time with timelessness. and truth with the ageless" the tuat working summary: a magical record foreshadowing the work to be undertaken through the institution of

eaving no shadow o'er the earth "beware! beware" scream the ravens of the night. no mere mortal can detect my coming- by the elements, by flight, by the speed of the wolf i travel, seeking a victim. the gates of hell are opened to me, and in the dark of night i trace your scent. you cannot hide, for darkness is my world. i hunt you, see you- your doom is sealed with the kiss of death. see how the moonlight reflects on my fangs, as i smile with the knowledge of your coming death. you, who are called (speak the name. are mine! my gaze compels you to come closer to me: you cannot resist the vampire will. look deep into my eyes, see the flames of hell, for very soon you will become fuel for those very flames. my will is now your will: come to me and receive the ecstasy of the kiss of death as

SALMANRUSHDIE THESATANICVERSES

parachutes or wings, out of a clear sky "i tell you, you must die, i tell you, i tell you" and thusly and so beneath a moon of alabaster until a loud cry crossed the night "to the devil with your tunes" the words hanging crystalline in the iced white night "in the movies you only mimed to playback singers, so spare me these infernal noises now" gibreel, the tuneless soloist, had been cavorting in moonlight as he sang his impromptu gazal, swimming in air, butterfly-stroke, breast-stroke, bunching himself into a ball, spreadeagling himself against the almost-infinity of the almost-dawn, adopting heraldic postures, rampant, couchant, pitting levity against gravity. now he rolled happily towards the sardonic voice "oh, salad baba, it's you, too good. what-ho, old chumch" at which the other, a

ng love to her while she murmured his name, over and over _martin of the cross- and the next moment she was ignoring him in broad daylight beneath the watching eyes of a certain aurora del sol- so that it was not possible to distinguish memory from wishes, or guilty reconstructions from confessional truths- because even on her deathbed rosa diamond did not know how to look her history in the eye. moonlight streamed into the room. as it struck rosa's face it appeared to pass right through her, and indeed gibreel was beginning to be able to make out the pattern of the lace embroidery on her pillowcase. then he saw don enrique and his friend, the puritanical and disapproving dr. babington, standing on the balcony, as solid as you could wish. it occurred to him that as the apparitions increase

wrong to do so; and i see the result before me. you have sheltered a killer and it is, perhaps, your conscience that is eating you away. go home, enrique. go home, and take that wife of yours, before something worse happens "i am home" henry diamond said "and i take exception to your mention of my wife "wherever the english settle, they never leave england" dr. babington said as he faded into the moonlight "unless, like do a rosa, they fall in love" a cloud passed across the moonlight, and now that the balcony was empty gibreel farishta finally managed to force himself out of the chair and on to his feet. walking was like dragging a ball and chain across the floor, but he reached the window. in every direction, and as far as he could see, there were giant thistles waving in the breeze. whe

oldall on the seat beside her, and said defiantly _i brought something. a little souvenir. and unwrapped a cloth bundle to reveal a gaucho's silver-hafted knife "henry died the first winter home. then nothing happened. the war. the end" she paused "to diminish into this, after being in that vastness. it isn't to be borne" and, after a further silence "everything shrinks" there was a change in the moonlight, and gibreel felt a weight lifting from him, so rapidly that he thought he might float up towards the ceiling. rosa diamond lay still, eyes closed, her arms resting on the patchwork counterpane. she looked _normal. gibreel realized that there was nothing to prevent him from walking out of the door. he made his way downstairs carefully, his legs still a little unsteady; found the heavy ga

st night and day, and the windows are tightly shut. the exile cannot forget, and must therefore simulate, the dry heat of desh, the once and future land where even the moon is hot and dripping like a fresh, buttered chapati. o that longed--for part of the world where the sun and moon are male but their hot sweet light is named with female names. at night the exile parts his curtains and the alien moonlight sidles into the room, its coldness striking his eyeballs like a nail. he winces, narrows his eyes. loose-robed, frowning, ominous, awake: this is the imam. exile is a soulless country. in exile, the furniture is ugly, expensive, all bought at the same time in the same store and in too much of a hurry: shiny silver sofas with fins like old buicks desotos oldsmobiles, glass-fronted bookcas

ks _and what about jack- the true outlaw, the head insists, is a dark mirror-image of the hero _these rioters, perhaps_ comes the challenge _aren't you in danger of glamorizing, of "legitimizing- the head shakes, laments the materialism of modern youth. looting video stores is not what the head has been talking about _but what about the old-timers, then? butch cassidy, the james brothers, captain moonlight, the kelly gang. they all robbed- did they not- banks- cut- later that night, the camera will return to this shop-window. the television sets will be missing- from the air, the camera watches the entrance to club hot wax. now the police have finished with wax effigies and are bringing out real human beings. the camera homes in on the arrested persons: a tall albino man; a man in an arman

reel farishta quietly said "that if i thought the sickness would never leave me, that it would always return, i would not be able to bear up to it" then, very quickly, before salahuddin could move a finger, gibreel put the barrel of the gun into his own mouth; and pulled the trigger; and was free. he stood at the window of his childhood and looked out at the arabian sea. the moon was almost full; moonlight, stretching from the rocks of scandal point out to the far horizon, created the illusion of a silver pathway, like a parting in the water's shining hair, like a road to miraculous lands. he shook his head; could no longer believe in fairy-tales. childhood was over, and the view from this window was no more than an old and sentimental echo. to the devil with it! let the bulldozers come. i

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n past. as for the phonetics, they bear no linguistic given name. the translation is as accurate as contemporary methods permit. ceremony of the nine angles [this ceremony is to be performed in a closed chamber containing no curved surfaces whatsoever. no open flames are to be in the chamber except for a single brazier or flame pot. general illumination is provided through controlled starlight or moonlight, or via concealed ultraviolet devices. above and behind the altar platform should appear the outline of a regular trapezoid. the celebrant and participants all wear masks or headpieces to blur or distort the true facial features. all participants assemble in a half-hexagonal formation facing the large trapezoid emblem. the celebrant stands before the altar, facing the participants. he ra

SIR EDWARD BULWER LYTTON ZANONI A ROSICRUCIAN TALE

, and left viola wondering, silent, saddened with his dim prophecy of coming evil, and yet, through sadness, charmed. involuntarily her eyes followed him, involuntarily she stretched forth her arms, as if by a gesture to call him back; she would have given worlds to have seen him turn, to have heard once more his low, calm, silvery voice; to have felt again the light touch of his hand on hers. as moonlight that softens into beauty every angle on which it falls, seemed his presence, as moonlight vanishes, and things assume their common aspect of the rugged and the mean, he receded from her eyes, and the outward scene was commonplace once more. the stranger passed on, through that long and lovely road which reaches at last the palaces that face the public gardens, and conducts to the more po

c was its native language, and it would understand that i sought to comfort it"'yes' saidst thou 'and at last it answered thee, but not with song, in a sharp, brief cry; so mournful, that thy hands let fall the lute, and the tears gushed from thine eyes. so softly didst thou unbar the cage, and the nightingale flew into yonder thicket; and thou heardst the foliage rustle, and, looking through the moonlight, thine eyes saw that it had found its mate. it sang to thee then from the boughs a long, loud, joyous jubilee. and musing, thou didst feel that it was not the vine-leaves or the moonlight that made the bird give melody to night, and that the secret of its music was the presence of a thing beloved "how didst thou know my thoughts in that childlike time better than i knew myself! how is th

n fears. thou art fond of one maxim, which thou repeatest in a thousand forms, that the beauty of the soul is faith; that as ideal loveliness to the sculptor, faith is to the heart; that faith, rightly understood, extends over all the works of the creator, whom we can know but through belief; that it embraces a tranquil confidence in ourselves, and a serene repose as to our future; that it is the moonlight that sways the tides of the human sea. that faith i comprehend now. i reject all doubt, all fear. i know that i have inextricably linked the whole that makes the inner life to thee; and thou canst not tear me from thee, if thou wouldst! and this change from struggle into calm came to me with sleep, a sleep without a dream; but when i woke, it was with a mysterious sense of happiness, an

tisfactory explanation to afford the other. gionetta had been aroused from her slumber the night before by the noise in the rooms below; but ere she could muster courage to descend, viola was gone! she found the marks of violence on the door without; and all she had since been able to learn in the neighbourhood was, that a lazzarone, from his nocturnal resting-place on the chiaja, had seen by the moonlight a carriage, which he recognised as belonging to the prince di, pass and repass that road about the first hour of morning. glyndon, on gathering from the confused words and broken sobs of the old nurse the heads of this account, abruptly left her, and repaired to the palace of zanoni. there he was informed that the signor was gone to the banquet of the prince di, and would not return till

xcesses of the revel. for his exemption from both he was perhaps indebted to the whispered exhortations of zanoni. when the last rose from the corpse, and withdrew from that scene of confusion, glyndon remarked that in passing the crowd he touched mascari on the shoulder, and said something which the englishman did not overhear. glyndon followed zanoni into the banquet-room, which, save where the moonlight slept on the marble floor, was wrapped in the sad and gloomy shadows of the advancing night "how could you foretell this fearful event? he fell not by your arm" said glyndon, in a tremulous and hollow tone "the general who calculates on the victory does not fight in person" answered zanoni "let the past sleep with the dead. meet me at midnight by the sea-shore, half a mile to the left of

to a master who has the power and the will to open to thee the gates of an awful world. thy weal or woe are as nought in the eyes of his relentless wisdom. i would bid him spare thee, but he will heed me not. mejnour, receive thy pupil" glyndon turned, and his heart beat when he perceived that the stranger, whose footsteps he had not heard upon the pebbles, whose approach he had not beheld in the moonlight, was once more by his side "farewell" resumed zanoni "thy trial commences. when next we meet, thou wilt be the victim or the victor" glyndon's eyes followed the receding form of the mysterious stranger. he saw him enter the boat, and he then for the first time noticed that besides the rowers there was a female, who stood up as zanoni gained the boat. even at the distance he recognised th

"farewell, clarence, i forgive thee! farewell, farewell" he strove to answer; but the voice touched a chord at his heart, and the words failed him. viola was then lost forever, gone with this dread stranger; darkness was round her lot! and he himself had decided her fate and his own! the boat bounded on, the soft waves flashed and sparkled beneath the oars, and it was along one sapphire track of moonlight that the frail vessel bore away the lovers. farther and farther from his gaze sped the boat, till at last the speck, scarcely visible, touched the side of the ship that lay lifeless in the glorious bay. at that instant, as if by magic, up sprang, with a glad murmur, the playful and freshening wind: and glyndon turned to mejnour and broke the silence "tell me if thou canst read the future

nt, light the lamps, and bathe his temples with the elixir. he must beware how he presume yet to quaff the volatile and fiery spirit. to taste till repeated inhalations have accustomed the frame gradually to the ecstatic liquid, is to know not life, but death" he could penetrate no farther into the instructions; the cipher again changed. he now looked steadily and earnestly round the chamber. the moonlight came quietly through the lattice as his hand opened it, and seemed, as it rested on the floor, and filled the walls, like the presence of some ghostly and mournful power. he ranged the mystic lamps (nine in number) round the centre of the room, and lighted them one by one. a flame of silvery and azure tints sprung up from each, and lighted the apartment with a calm and yet most dazzling

make one of this movement of aerial happiness, for such it seemed to him, made him stretch forth his arms and seek to cry aloud, but only an inarticulate whisper passed his lips; and the movement and the music went on the same as if the mortal were not there. slowly they glided round and aloft, till, in the same majestic order, one after one, they floated through the casement and were lost in the moonlight; then, as his eyes followed them, the casement became darkened with some object undistinguishable at the first gaze, but which sufficed mysteriously to change into ineffable horror the delight he had before experienced. by degrees this object shaped itself to his sight. it was as that of a human head covered with a dark veil through which glared, with livid and demoniac fire, eyes that f

tions, whose ghosts are angels! yes, who that has gone through the sad history of affection will tell us that the heart changes not with the scene! blow fair, ye favouring winds; cheerily swell, ye sails; away from the land where death has come to snatch the sceptre of love! the shores glide by; new coasts succeed to the green hills and orange-groves of the bridal isle. from afar now gleam in the moonlight the columns, yet extant, of a temple which the athenian dedicated to wisdom; and, standing on the bark that bounded on in the freshening gale, the votary who had survived the goddess murmured to himself "has the wisdom of ages brought me no happier hours than those common to the shepherd and the herdsman, with no world beyond their village, no aspiration beyond the kiss and the smile of

und sinkt, und sinkt "das ideal und das lebens (the dream shape of the heavy earthly life sinks, and sinks, and sinks) she stood within the chamber, and gazed around her; no signs by which an inquisitor of old could have detected the scholar of the black art were visible. no crucibles and caldrons, no brass-bound volumes and ciphered girdles, no skulls and cross-bones. quietly streamed the broad moonlight through the desolate chamber with its bare, white walls. a few bunches of withered herbs, a few antique vessels of bronze, placed carelessly on a wooden form, were all which that curious gaze could identify with the pursuits of the absent owner. the magic, if it existed, dwelt in the artificer, and the materials, to other hands, were but herbs and bronze. so is it ever with thy works and

le congenial with himself. he who had once revolted from marriage with the noble and gentle viola! he had learned in that world of wrong to know that right is right, and that heaven did not make the one sex to be the victim of the other. the young visions of the beautiful and the good rose once more before him; and along the dark ocean of his mind lay the smile of reawakening virtue, as a path of moonlight. never, perhaps, had the condition of his soul been so elevated and unselfish. in the meanwhile jean nicot, equally absorbed in dreams of the future, and already in his own mind laying out to the best advantage the gold of the friend he was about to betray, took his way to the house honoured by the residence of robespierre. he had no intention to comply with the relenting prayer of filli

n the atmosphere of his own lustre, and looked upon the face of the theurgist with an aspect of ineffable tenderness and love, all space seemed lighted from his smile. along the blue air without, from that chamber in which his wings had halted, to the farthest star in the azure distance, it seemed as if the track of his flight were visible, by a lengthened splendour in the air, like the column of moonlight on the sea. like the flower that diffuses perfume as the very breath of its life, so the emanation of that presence was joy. over the world, as a million times swifter than light, than electricity, the son of glory had sped his way to the side of love, his wings had scattered delight as the morning scatters dew. for that brief moment, poverty had ceased to mourn, disease fled from its pr

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alking phantom scouts of that desperate laststand conflict of more than 60 years ago. many have claimed to have seen a beautiful red-headed woman moving silently among rows of ghostly wounded, ministering to their injuries. most often seen is the ghost of a nurse in a red cross uniform. soldiers on night duty who have spotted the phantom have reported that, shortly after she fades into the jungle moonlight, they find themselves surrounded by rows and rows of groaning and dying men in attitudes of extreme suffering. according to the caretaker and his family, the sounds that come with evening are the most disconcerting part of living on an island full of phantoms. every night the air is filled with horrible moans of pain and the sounds of invisible soldiers rallying to defend themselves agai

ple divisions of the beings. there were the lovely, charming elves, who easily passed for humans and who loved to join in folk dances and in village parties. these elves, especially the females of the bunch, could easily seduce any human male into obeying their will. the male elves, though appearing handsome and dashing in the firelight of a village festival, would usually be exposed as ugly when moonlight struck them in the forests. the danes also noticed that even the attractive elves occasionally betrayed themselves with a long cowlike tail that popped out of their dress or trousers. in contemporary presentations, elves are usually portrayed as jolly creatures, humanlike in appearance, but extremely diminutive in size, who love teasing humans and playing pranks on them. m delving deeper

beliefs were beginning to receive wide circulation, the rumor started that the logo proctor& gamble had applied to their products for generations was a satanic symbol. the logo pictures the moon with a smiling face and 13 stars, representing, according to the urban belief, the number of satanists in a coven, the negativity of the number 13, and the devilish activities that evildoers commit in the moonlight. representatives of proctor& gamble had issued disclaimer after disclaimer, assuring the public that none of its executives or employees were satanists, but in 1994, a call to action was issued by alleged christian fundamentalists demanding that all good christians boycott all p&g products. according to the manifesto that was widely circulated, the president of p&g had appeared on the ph

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ilson hid himself behind some bushes overlooking the trail. around midnight, just as wilson was beginning to think about returning to the compound, a nightmarish figure crawling on all fours emerged from the jungle, pounced on the young officer fs corpse, and began clawing at his face like a leopard. but rather than claws raking the body, wilson caught the glint of a two-pronged steel claw in the moonlight. the killer had returned to complete the cult ritual of sacrifice. wilson advanced on the leopard man, and the robed murderer snarled at him as if he were truly a big cat. when he came at him with the two-pronged claw, wilson shot him in the chest. with wilson fs act of courage, the natives of the region had been provided with proof that the leopard men were not supernatural beings that

he ability to rid the body of negative energies. crystals are believed to be able to store images and thoughts, serving as keepers of knowledge of the past. among other attributes reputed of crystals is the ability to store and discharge light; to receive impressions from humans, who are able to program crystals for certain functions; to emit frequencies; and to become reenergized by sunlight and moonlight. clear quartz is said to attract positive energy, and small wands with crystals mounted at both ends can supposedly locate pain or illness in a body. some mystics claim that inhabitants of the legendary continent of atlantis used crystals to produce psychic energy and establish interstellar communication. some believe that a powerful crystal energy source ultimately destroyed atlantis. t

THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES

it was the car which was guided by a superior force. as i was winding up the mountain, i approached mount manfre at an altitude of 1370 meters. after having stopped my car on the side of the road, i continued by foot along a path which led up to an extinct crater. i had gone up half way on this steep path when i suddenly saw on top of the hill, in the darkness, two silhouettes standing out in the moonlight with shining silver space suits. they were tall, well built, with blond hair which fell over their shoulders. they wore brilliant armlets around their wrists and ankles which had the color of gold; they also wore a luminous belt around their waist, and a strange metallic plate on their chests. when i saw them, my blood froze and i felt a cold sweat flow out of me. i had hoped for this mo

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metal plate. i picked it up and saw that it also was carved, as the stone, but very intricately, after a fashion i could not understand. i did not bear the same markings as the stone, but i had the feeling i could almost read the characters, but could not, as though i once knew the tongue but had since long forgotten. my head began to ache as though a devil was pounding my skull, when a shaft of moonlight struck the metal amulet, for i know now what it was, and a voice entered into my head and told me the secrets of the scene i had witnessed in one word: kutulu. in that moment, as though whispered fiercely into my ear, i understood. these are the signs carved upon the grey stone, that was the gate to the outside: an this is the amulet that i held in my hand, and hold to this very day, aro

THE PAGAN BOOK OF WORDS PRAYERS CHANTS AND RHYMES

e from the tethers. free me from the chains. pangs of guilt, flee! teaching of sin, forget! i stand tall. i feel strong. i am free! patience chant to be said when you feel a loss of patience and feel the stirrings of anger. air of silence, surround me. quell the flame within me. breathe in the tranquility around me. may the calmness fill and ground me. eliza fegley http//www.sacredspiral.com isis moonlight beauteous love enamoured raven mourning dove spiral helix cosmos sky persephone underworld mother butterfly triple goddess morrigu this is the calling of the chosen few. writer s chant mnemosyne. mnemosyne. muse of the ancient time. keeper of the ancient rhyme. memory of that ancient age when poetry was kept on tongue, not page. whisper to me those ancient utterings. send pen and ink flu

THE STAR IN THE WEST BY CAPTAIN FULLER A CRITICAL ESSAY ON THE WORKS OF ALEISTER CROWLEY

rns up, then comes the poem, which alice receives and reads. every verse is as charming, simple, and fascinating as the following two: one kiss, like snow, to slip, cool fragrance from thy lip to melt on mine; one kiss, a white-sail ship to laugh and leap and dip her brows divine. one kiss, a starbeam faint with love of a sweet saint, stolen like a sacrament in the night fs shrine! one kiss, like moonlight cold, lighting with floral gold the lake fs low tune; one kiss, one flower to fold, on its own calyx rolled at night, in june! one kiss, like dewfall, drawn a veil o fer leaf and lawn. mix night, and noon, and dawn, dew, flower, and moon *alice, an adultery, vol. ii, p. 69. that alice was charmed, that the above was a love-philtre, the thirteenth day discloses. the birthday of their firs

love! red flame, rose-red, most subtly curled into its own infinite flower, all flowers above! its flower in its own perfumed passion, its faint sweet passion, folded and furled in flower fashion. the rose of dew, the rose of love and night, the rose of silence, covering as with a vesture the solemn unity of things beheld in the mirror of truth, the rose indifferent to god fs gesture, the rose on moonlight wings that flies to the house of fire, the rose of honey-in-youth! ah! no dim mystery of desire fathoms this gulf! no light invades the mystical musical shades of a faith in the future, a dream of the day, when athwart the dim glades of the forest a ray of sunlight shall flash and the dew die away. rose of the world, rose of the uttermost abode of glory, rose of the high host of heaven

. i, p. 258 *3. ibid. vol. i, p. 262. what god is in himself the agnostic declares is not given man to understand, much less to discuss, and this maxim finds full affirmation in gascension day, h when crowley writes: i deny nothing. at the term it is just nothing i affirm *the sword of song, vol. ii, p. 163. man is but an ephemeron: we float upon the blue like sunlight specks in dew, and like the moonlight on the lake we lie *mysteries: lyrical and dramatic, vol. i, p. 95. yet he rises: golden, the electric spark of man is drawn deep in the bosom of the world, to soar new-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn with lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, son of the morning c *the fatal force, vol. i, p. 145. finds freedom as his god: and freedom stands, re-risen from the rod, a goodlier godhead

THE TAROT OF C C ZAIN

ymbolizing a life enlightened by science and spiritual wisdom. in front of it is shown a door, or exit, indicating that those thus enlightened are not earth-bound, but pass freely, when their earthly life is completed, to a life in the higher spheres. in the road before the pyramids are two dogs, one white and the other black; while between them, in a circle of white, crawls a scorpion. this dim, moonlight scene represents a seance room, the hidden perils of which are more redoubtable than those to be seen. the false radiance of the moon indicates the glamor that surrounds such an occasion. the good and the bad, the ignorant and the learned, symbolized by the pyramids, are gathered there at the edge of the road into the beyond. to such a place there may be attracted lying spirits, as signi

TYSON DONALD SOUL FLIGHT

the body while the spirit or soul is absent. should the cord be cut, and the astral body separated from the physical body, the physical body will die. it is supposed to be infinitely elastic, becoming thinner the more it is stretched, so that on distant travels of the astral vehicle it is drawn as thin as a strand of spider web. it is supposed to glow with silver radiance, an obvious reference to moonlight-the projection of the astral body is a lunar activity, connected as it is with dreams, visions, and the astral world. allan kardec asserted that it is possible for the physical body to survive when the astral body, carrying the spirit, is projected "how can the body live while the spirit is absent? we reply that it is possible for the body to live with only the organic life, which is ind

ypnotic condition. this is undoubtedly correct, but does not account for the widespread use of rock crystals and similar clear gem stones, as opposed to other shiny objects, or for the degree to which crystals are prized for this purpose. crystals are a strongly lunar substance, being like water in appearance and cool to the touch. the light shining through crystals resembles the silvery color of moonlight. almost all of the enochian communications recorded by john dee between the years 1582 and 1587 were scried by edward kelley in several small globes of natural rock crystal. the best results were obtained by the globe dee referred to as his principal showstone, which was given to him in the form of an apport by the enochian angels. during the enochian communications, the crystal appeared

under the influence of the ebb and flow of the tides, and hence is lunar. a lunar accumulator it is possible to construct a kind of accumulator of lunar virtue that can be of use in inducing astral projection. take a clear glass flask or bottle and fill it with fresh seawater collected from an ocean beach. seal the flask so that it will not leak. this instrument can then be left exposed to bright moonlight for several days. the best time to charge your lunar accumulator is during the three days of each lunar cycle when the moon shows a full face-the night before the full moon, the night of the full moon, and the night following the full moon. it should be stored away when not in use in a wrap of black silk or velvet, and never exposed to sunlight or even to the bright light of day. it can

ive sense of danger and despair. you observe these things while standing in the reeds and rank grasses that grow on the far side of the pool of murky, slime-covered water. it has a fetid smell of decay. by making your way quietly around the pool, you escape the notice of the snarling and howling animals, who appear half mad as they threaten each other across the imaginary barrier of the path. the moonlight makes the scene almost as bright as day. glistening dew lies like a frost on every blade of grass and every leaf. when you reach one of the watchtowers, you find the door carelessly left unlocked. all the soldiers, who are evidently the military force of the nobleman that owns the tower, lie sleeping in their beds as though drugged, and cannot be awakened. crossing to the other tower, yo

TYSON DONALD THE POWER OF THE WORD

tar clockwise to create an occult vortex, which should be visualized as an inverted cone of light swirling down with its focus at the candle flame on the altar, and filling the entire magic circle with radiance. if you do not have room to walk around the altar, pivot three times clockwise to create this vortex. when charging empowering the rings 117 silver rings, the light should be visualized as moonlight; when charging gold rings, visualize the light as sunlight. when you complete this triple circumambulation, stand once again in the elemental quarter of the ring facing the altar, raise your hands to heaven and speak the works: by the authority of the fivefold name of the messiah, ihshvh (or ihvshh, in the case of the gold rings, i invoke and fill this magic circle with the cooling (or w

UNLEASHING THE BEAST

scarlet woman, leah hirsig, became the "thelemic host" in his gnostic mass: my mouth burned; my throat choked, my belly wretched; my blood fled wither who knows..she stood above in hideous contempt..she ate all the body of god and with her soul's compulsion made me eat..my teeth grew rotten, my tongue ulcered, raw was my throat, spasm-torn my belly, and all my doubt of that which to her teeth was moonlight and to her tongue ambrosia; to her throat nectar, in her belly the one god.cix much like bataille, crowley finds in sexual magick the most powerful means to shattering the limited rational mind and finite human ego. sexual transgression is also a transgression of the boundaries of ordinary consciousness itself. following nietzsche, crowley sees the rational, logical thinking mind as a ki

WICCA WITCHCRAFT TODAY

she been in the traditional nakedness? all we can be sure of is that in ancient times it was recognised that witches did so and even journeyed to their meetings in that costume; but in later times the church, and more especially the puritans, tried to hush this up and invented the story of the foul old woman on a broomstick, to replace the story told at so many witch trials of wild dances in the moonlight by beautiful young witches. personally i am inclined to believe that while allowing for imagination there is something in the witches' belief. i think that there is something in the nature of an electromagnetic field surrounding all living bodies, and that this is what is seen by some people who call it the aura. i can sometimes see it myself, but only on bare flesh, so clothes evidently

WICCA MAGICK OCCULT THREE GREEN BOOKS DRUIDISM

mechydd ap llywarch, dauntless nobleman, comely, swan-coloured cloak, the first to. bridle his steed. mountain snow the earliest welsh poetry, pg. 100 mountain snow, each region white; common the raven calling; no good comes of too much slumber. mountain snow, deep dingle white; woods bend before wind s onslaught; many couples are in love and never come together. mountain snow, wind scatters it; moonlight far-spread, leaves pale; rare the rogue who claims no rights. mountain snow, stag nimble; common to britain, proud princes; a stranger requires cunning. mountain snow, stag in rut; ducks on the lake, ocean white; slow the old, soon overtaken. 249 mountain snow, stag bending; the heart laughs for one loved; though a tale be told of me, i know shame wherever it be. mountain snow, shingle w

are weakened by obedient willow twigs; they ll never be broken in the storm. 308 reverence is the source of divine favors; without it, buddhas and wooden clogs are only pieces of wood. 322 good and bad, are the reflections in the mirror: watch them closely and you ll know they re nothing but yourself. 334 your parents, grandparents. all constituted in yourself. love yourself, revere yourself. 374 moonlight the four gates and four schools are nothing but one. 386 whilst everyone washes their dirty hands and feet, few remove stains from their minds. 395 even in the dew on the tiny blade of some nameless grass, the moon will show herself. 420 we wish our lives were long while our hair s growing long is a nuisance. 423 a person who does everything as it naturally goes gets along easily in this

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