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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Charles Stansfeld Jones
An XII
[27 July 1916]
Care Frater,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Yours to Duggan, without cover; but it looks an original, so I am posting it, with my address given properly—Boleskine Foyers Inverness Scotland.
No this is very right, and it makes no difference as the income will not really be wanted by you to name him the dignity of Viceroy. I did not know of this selection, however, or I might have had more diffidence in writing about such matters.
I note with regret the absence of the greetings in the letter. I feel very embarrassed at times, using them to strangers, but it's a good magical formula, and I mean to stick to it. For one thing, it reminds one constantly who one is and what he is doing.
I think I understand about the 1º=10o now. I was thrown out into the Heavens of Jupiter, (as luck would have it, so to speak), but you into that of Earth.
Nothing seems to have happened to me, lately, but I wrote another 'tract'—"The Law of Liberty"—of which I will send a copy as soon as I can get it typed. But I can't call myself in a good magical state: quite evidently I'm being gestated. I don't even leap in the Words; and I think Our Lady must have morning sickness.
Love is the Law, Love under Will.
Fraternally,
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