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Correspondence from Martha Küntzel to Aleister Crowley
Leipzig
September 28th [19]29
Dear and revered Great Brother,
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It is a funny year, this year 1929! It reminds me of a service in the English church, where by their clever arrangement of constant change, standing, sitting, kneeling, they manage to prevent one's going to sleep. One would think that even the drowsiest person in the world should not be able to drop off altogether this year.
An astrologer told me months ago that this year would be very much alike that 28 years ago, and he was quite right, I was constantly moving in 1901. And I must say I like it, especially at my age when people are usually nailed down to one place, or to one—or none—occupation. This constant motion means life!
I want to tell you about these lost diagrams that Hopfer [Oskar Hopfer] was so mad and sad about. He kept saying that Mudd [Norman Mudd] or Leah [Leah Hirsig] must have stolen and sold them to Tränker [Heinrich Traenker]. I did not believe it, at least no as to Leah, because I think she would not be able of mean theft, no, never. But Hopfer stuck to his suspicion and waited for a well-known clairvoyant who was expected at Triebes. He asked me for something written by Mudd and Leah. The clairvoyant then told him that Mudd was a dark, impure brother, a fox, that there had been a secret understanding between him and the woman (meaning Leah), before they came to live at my place, and he had sold the diagrams into a foreign country to a person of high standing who had knowledge enough to make use of the diagrams. But he would not reach the end that he aimed at.
Hopfer then gave him a photograph of a group, where there were Tränker, Germer [Karl Germer], Hopfer and some friends of his. He characterised them perfectly. Tränker altogether black, but an able hand, a very wary fox. He had two women, was a very mean and low thinking man. Germer exactly the reverse, would separate himself from Tränker, had even done so already and was to have a law-suit against him. He described also the character of H.' friends so that he was sure this man must have seen aright.
Now I want to go there myself and put him a few questions. If he sees aright there, he may be also right in what he says about Mudd.
As to making the drawings again, Hopfer says that just now he was not able to do it, because he had to work hard for their living, and the diagrams had first to be printed anew. Besides his health is very poor. I don't know whether you have already been told that he thinks of going to Spain, at all events to leave Triebes, that little village where he can never think of getting on. And now that this clairvoyant has told him—what I have been telling him ever so often—that his time of suffering would be over as soon as he left Triebes, he is plucking up courage again. His constant illness is, I think, only the result of his inner disharmony and discontent with his life.
When you get this, the exhibition of your pictures will have been opened. That I could be there! I wish you every possible success!
You know you never showed me the bronze dragon, was it well done?
Thea is just publishing a little book, as she wrote, and on the strength of this, I suppose, she is going to spend a few weeks in Italy. My warmest love to both of you. How is Marie [Maria de Miramar] getting on with her English? It will have been hard lines for her at first.
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Ever your very grateful little sister
I. W. E.
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