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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Frieda Harris
Barton Brow Barton Cross
(Crucified Sir Percy?)
April 11 [1941]
Dear Frieda
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
May I claim two words on "business"?
1. Hooper & Wallen.
I begin to understand your reactions to certain things, realizing the sort of half-hearted blackmail to which you must be constantly exposed.
This is a most impudent attempt to involve you in a matter which in no way concerns you. Please ignore it; or, if you feel that you must answer, ask your lawyer to write an emphatic disclaimer. The bill is ridiculous, false in about every item. No inventory was ever taken, and the whole contents of the flat could not have fetched £10 at auction.
(I must admit, however, to being much intrigued by the "hard-worked Duchess"! "Ruined", too! Can they refer to the late Mrs Simpson?)
Apart from this, the letter is a gross libel; and I feel at present, inclined to collect. Will you therefore be good enough to send me the letter by registered post?
2. Miss Bach. I enclose a note to her, as she has not written to me. Please let her have it at once—I am more anxious than ever, as prospects of making use of the material in the near future seem so much brighter.
3. It is now almost a year since I gave MS of Liber LXV to Mrs Upton (not Ashton). A pity if she can't average three pages a week!
Would a prod in the panties do good?
If she has finished the typing, I could write in the Hebrew myself.
4. I thought you might like a spare copy of "Temperance: [A Tract for the Times]" for Easter; so enclose one.
Would you please give the "Songs for Italy" to Percy [Percy Harris]? I do have lapses into human frailty. I am ashamed to all right; but I can't help feeling that I could be so much more useful to mankind if I were gently levered into my proper place as a poet. And prophet.
Also, it is surely abstract justice that those who saw in 1923 what England painfully sees now should have a little credit and consideration. It is shaking hands with thieves and treacherous murderers that leads to trouble. (Yes, I do hate the political game!) Besides, the vision and forethought which I had in '23 aught still be useful to the world in this catastrophe.
5. A very sad appeal from L. I wrote 8 pp & a P.S. to Brooks. It's all in Sir Palamede the Saracen: "Wakes to the glass of his fool's face" and my Hymn to Astarte is really a complete answer to the letter. I suppose we have all been through it. It is the attainment of 8º=3o that supplies the only permanent cure.
6. Don't misunderstand the position here, please. I do not Fake P.G.s. The idea of the Abbey is that we are all P.G.s: each gives all his wealth of whatever kind, money, work, skill, service, and so on; and each gets what he needs to carry on with his True Will. See your O.T.O. papers which you lost*! Of course this is very embryonic so far; but the Magical Gesture has been made, & this is the one important fact. Meanwhile (incidentally) I'm adrift on a sea of overwork; so, good night!
Love is the law, love under will.
F∴[raterna]ly,
666
* Most of it, however, is in the "blue" Equinox. You should read this up.
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