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Correspondence from Leah Hirsig to Aleister Crowley
Sept. 26, 1924 e.v.
My beloved Beast,
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I am going to die to-night. There is very little I can say for now that the conspiracy of Silence is at an end, your monkey takes on the silence.
I have always loved you, as you have me. That is why you have never failed me as I have never failed you. We have both misunderstood often but we always found that misunderstanding did not matter for it lead [sic] to understanding in our case, always at the right time. Only gods know what time means.
You will not grieve over my death. You will rejoice, God that you are. Remember that Alostrael, Babalon, (this isn't right but I can't remember how it goes and you know what it is supposed to be)—The Scarlet Woman, lives forever.
Leah Hirsig dies but then I never knew her.
I want to stop now because I am rambling.
I am yours, you are mine.
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Babalon
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