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Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
14 March [1916]
Yours came this morning. It does not contain the confirmation wanted of the printed Messages [Message of the Master Therion], but as you must have had the full proof and possibly the packet of 50, I take Silence as consent. I'll hold over Windram's [James Windram] and further reprints until I'm quite certain.
I couldn't have thought when the war broke out that at this time I should be busier than ever. That's happened through the firm's having taken over another firm's whole business, and the partners, so it's like working for 2 firms. And I may be deprived of my assistant, if he's called up (I'm not standing in his way) and find myself doing everything. There's another shuffling of the cards and one of these re-arrangements I always dread, and that I should have been comfortably beyond the reach of in May next, but for the War and other things.
I've got the Pip this last week or two and med[itation] is less of a refuge than usual and less promising. However let's be thankful that I still have an income at least, if accompanied by servitude, and that Boleskine is well let. Only I'm not doing anything to help my country and that would give me more pip if I did not feel that on the other hand I am doing a little bit to help the World of the future.
But I wish you had kept out of the McArthy[1] brand of religion. How the devil that will help to push the New Law, beats my bloodiphool brain, till in due time all is explained, but not, N.B. forgotten! At the back of my mind there is always the feeling—what if this person (to whom I send the Message) asks "Is this the same A.C. who was once a Plymouth Brother?" or words to that effect. It damps enthusiasm. The P[lymouth] B[rethren] by the way are playing a large part in the War—as conscientious objectors—Dear J[esus] doesn't like them to fight.
There was once a pernicious race who under the monstrous boast that they were the chosen people (a proof of the bad taste of the supposed deity) thought it was their duty to make the world hell for all but themselves and to prevent any other people doing what they wilted. History repeats itself. The mistake last time was that their conquerors were unpardonably lenient. So we get this. And example and divine approval quoted for it.
It's fine though to feel that the lies and forgeries of the blackguard Jew. (not the 8 = 3 man) who subverted the original Xtianity (and produced in course of times the Plymouth Brother) will be swept away and the world grown grey from his breath turn to rose and gold. Amn.
Goodbye for tonight, if these scraps end anyhow and anywhere it's becos I shant have had time on mail day to add anything.
There wasn't,
Vale Frater.
1—[For 'McArthy' read 'German'. Gerald Yorke.]
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