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Correspondence from Charles Stansfeld Jones to Aleister Crowley
P.O. Box 141, Chicago. Ill.
November 7th 1924
My Beloved Father,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law!
It was a great pleasure to see your familiar handwriting when I received your letter dated Sol in Libra, Luna in Cancer, this morning.
Your letter, and rather exaggerated thanks, makes me wonder a little whether such small offerings as we are at present able to make to help the Work are really acceptable or merely an opportunity for poking fun at our little efforts. However I did send along another $15.00 to O.P.V. [Norman Mudd] some time ago, and a further $6.00 in a more recent letter, and I think Frater Viator [Max Schneider] has sent a couple of $5.00 bills; so if you don’t despise these little dribbles I’ll try to send what I can from time to time as we are able to save a few dollars over and above our two meals a day. I was very glad to hear of the campaign against those who have tried to blacken the good name of the Work; and the prospectus you send of your autobiography seems to indicate that things are really on the move. I shall send for a few of these as you suggest and give them to those who might be in a position, now or later, to order copies. As for myself, I have hardly known what it is to have so much as $65.00 cash capital in hand during these last three years; it has been a continuous miracle how—sometimes in the most marvelous way—we have been provided with ‘just enough’ for actual present needs. But I have looked upon it as one of the real Proofs that our Work is needed by the Powers that Be. It is not very likely that I could order a set of these books from the publishers just yet; but I will just do what I can to send you a little bit now and again, and perhaps, someday, the Gods will send me a windfall and I, in turn, shall be able to send in a subscription.
We have stuck to our guns with a certain firm correctness during this interval of silence, I really feel that I have done my share towards laying a firm foundation for the Work, which, it seems, can only be accomplished by unremitting toil and a resolute determination to ignore all odds, and just keep on. I don’t know very much of what you have been doing; sometimes I long for a better understanding of the details and a friendly letter of encouragement, but after all, it matters very little so that the main principles are deeply grounded and are being slowly and surely made actual and apparent.
I do not quite understand your reference to Belmont Avenue; I don’t know anyone living there now. Only when I first came to Chicago I met one old man who lived there who showed sufficient interest to commence a cross-reference index to the Eq[uino]x. He moved away, however, and it is long since I saw him and I don’t suppose he ever finished the job.
With all good will,
93/93.
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