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Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
[Undated: circa 1917?]
[First four pages of this letter are missing.]
Fain would this warrior win to the peace! My isolation and the apparent want of help and guidance in oftimes perplexing circumstances are often a horror, and if it were not that I know that no blunders or misunderstandings of mine are potent to change the course of destiny, or delay the good time coming, I should be in still worse case. also I keep in mind that Nuit is powerful to protect her servants, and that however poor a servant I am I am certainly helping, and am doubtless watched and guarded. You are bound to know that as far as my own limitations let me I am doing right, and am any way just as ready to let you se my weak points as my good. There is a way in which you have misunderstood me and which as it relates to private affairs of other people's I cannot explain in a letter.
It was rather disconcerting to find that a quiet man like me had for the first time in his life been 'shadowed'. This didn't feel like me at all, but as if I had got myself into one of Conan Doyle's stories. See what you've landed me in, all out of my appreciation of your genius in days when the last possibility that occurred to me was of getting mixed up in any political interests. I expect that the worst they could find out was that like all people I have always been a pronounced Unionist. (I don't apologise.)
But the Scotland Yard people have really been most considerate and courteous. They told Mary [Mary Davies] too that they were greatly impressed by the extremely high character I bear in Edinburgh, and by the fact that no one seemed to have a bad word to say against me. Also I am myself quite aware that no one who knows me would believe I could be mixed up in anything to help the enemy, or in anything really wrong. My character will help the good repute of the Order. It's the best classes and the governing classes we want to reach and in London too, I find I am respected that the B[rethren] really trust in me and that under my mild rule people will come in and remain with us who would be driven away by the mightier vibrations so to speak of a real Adept. Lord knows I am not mentioning this as a bid for control still further, but to satisfy you that all is well, till such time as you can return. I don't see how we can ask people to come in under the present uncertain circumstances, hence my request to you to make things clear, so that we need not feel we are inviting people into trouble. It's a perplexing position even although I feel that things are not half as bad as they look. Certainly but for my own assurance that they are not, I should not be where I am. Do you remember the night years ago when I was doing a weary vigil and the Sanctuary Lamp burst its moorings and came down with a crash and I didn't bolt, but stuck it out? Same now, tho' it was another startler.
A message of comfort and assurance seems to have come across from you, the transmitting instrument thought it nonsense, but it was very much to the point. Are you aware at all of any telepathic communication with me? I am not putting any certainty on it. It may proceed rather from possible guardian influences round me.
A certain acquaintance of yours has called at 93 [Regent Street], I am told. It may help. All is going on well. No letter from you, up to time of posting this.
Love is the law, love under will.
Greetings and ever fraternally.
F[iat] P[ax] George M Cowie.
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