Thelema and Skepticism

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An afterclang of Cowley’s chords closed, died on the air made richer. And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider dra...

The Ondt, that true and perfect host, a spiter aspinne, was    making the greatest spass a body could with his queens lace- swinging...

…who could see at one blick a saumon taken with a lance, hunters pursuing a doe, a swallowship in full sail, a whyterobe lifting a...

    Poor Isa sits a glooming so gleaming in the gloaming; the tin-   celles a touch tarnished wind no lovelinoise awound her swan's...

A few years ago, I made a post on Lashtal.com about Crowley's excellent poem "Hymn to Lucifer": Hymn to Lucifer   (by Ale...

Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of all flores of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his ...