Household Gods E-Book

Aleister Crowley

• Herausgeber: DigiCat
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Aleister Crowley's "Household Gods" is a unique and intriguing exploration of spirituality, magic, and the supernatural. The book delves into the concept of household deities and their significance in ancient and modern times, blending historical research with Crowley's own mystical experiences. Written in his typical esoteric and enigmatic style, the text challenges readers to reconsider their beliefs and approach to the spiritual realm. Crowley's literary context as a renowned occultist and ceremonial magician adds depth to the narrative, inviting readers to explore the mysteries of the unseen world through his insightful perspective. The book's thematic richness and symbolic complexity make it a compelling read for those interested in the occult and metaphysical realms. Aleister Crowley's profound knowledge and expertise in the field of mysticism and magic shine through in "Household Gods", offering readers a captivating journey into the depths of the unknown.

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Aleister Crowley

Household Gods

A Comedy

 

EAN 8596547305811

DigiCat, 2022 Contact: [email protected]

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CRASSUS, a barbarian from Britain. ADELA, his wife, a noble Roman lady. ALICIA, a servant in the house. A STATUE OF PAN. A FAUN.

HOUSEHOLD GODS

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THE SCENE is at the hearth of CRASSUS, where is a little bronze altar dedicated to the Lares and Penates. A pale flame rises from the burning sandal-wood, on which CRASSUS throws benzoin and musk. He is standing in deep dejection.

CRASSUS. Smoke without fire! No thrill of tongues licks up The offerings in the cup. Dead falls desire.

Black smoke thou art, O altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no ember To warm this heart.

I see her still - Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appear To work our will.

The delicate girl! Diaphanous gossamer Subtly revealing her Brave breast of pearl!

Now - she's withdrawn At dusk to the wild woods, Mystic beatitudes That dure till dawn.

Let life exclaim Against these things of spirit, Mankind that disinherit Of love's pure flame! [He bends before the altar and begins to weep.]

Ye household gods! By these male tears I swear That ye shall grant this prayer. All things at odds

Shall be put straight - Harmonized, reconciled By some appointed child Of some far Fate! [A curtain has been drawn aside during this invocation, and ALICIA advances. She smiles subtly upon him; and, giving a strange gesture, makes one or two noiseless steps of dancing.]

ALICIA. Master still sad?

CRASSUS. These faint and fearful shores Of time are beaten by the surge of sense, Love worn away - by love? - to indifference. Who knows what god - or demon - she adores? Or in what wood she shelters, or what grove Sees her profane our sacrament of love?

ALICIA. I saw her follow The stream in the hollow Where never Apollo Abides. So thick are the trees That never the breeze Stirs them, or sees What satyr inhabits the glen, what nymph in the pools of it hides.

Lighter of foot Than a sylph or a fairy, Sinuous, wary, I passed from the airy Lawns, where the flute Of the winds made tremulous music for man.

I followed the ripple Of the stream; I crept Where the waters wept - The floss in the foss Gurgling across The bosses of moss, Like a dryad's nipple In the mouth of Pan!