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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Charles Stansfeld Jones
The House of the Juggler.
An XIII
[21 March 1917]
Beloved Son,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The Word of the Equinox is אדני.
Yours of March 7. I can't quite follow your attribution of Freemasonry to Tree: it's ingenious, but not necessary. As to persuading Freemasons by the Qabalah, it's a good idea; but you should practice teaching the blind how to use the microscope. The other will come easier after that.
As to Clark [W.C. Clark], the 'oracle' beats me though I have explored every cavern of filth which my mind contains. I don't get that A R allusion. But evidently Clark did; you 'got his goat' 'good and proper' 'for fair'. I can't think of any practice which I—a typical nice-minded person—should attempt if I had a monkey, or a tail, or both.)
I think you were wrong to catch him up on "Gods" Many = One = None; each phase is equally true at the same time.
I think you were wrong to write officially in the strain you did; it reads badly at this distance. On the other hand, as I can't see the offensiveness implied—God knows I have tried hard!—I can't understand Clark's fury. And I can't make out how far the man is sincere.
Your second letter is perfectly proper. I should take no further steps. Treat him as he treats you. If he has paid his dues, and presents himself, admit him; if not, he's a good riddance, I dare say. If I were in Vancouver, I would see him. Of course, it's a pity, since he has been a personal friend. I think you were wrong to write flippantly to a person whose tendency seems to be flippant himself. You must always be on the other side of the fence. That, incidentally, is the object of formality; when you have to deal with a crowd, you cannot be on both sides at once; but you can smile at both, and explain that regulations restrict you to a certain mode of discourse.
Please acknowledge all documents received by name. I've sent you several lately; would like a list of all you've had since I came here.
I may leave for N.Y. any day now. Will send you a p.[ost] c.[ard] as soon as I know. When I get there, I'll have some idea about the Summer. At present, it looks as if I were going to land with about 30 cents in my pocket.
Very tired.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours with Fraternal Blessings,
Θ
P.S. You can pass a man to Neophyte on clear evidence of good will, hard work; attainment of any kind is not necessary at all.
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