Correspondence from Jane Wolfe to Aleister Crowley

 

     

 

 

1003 S. Orange Grove Avenue

Pasadena, CA.

 

 

Jan. 12, 1943

 

 

Dear Frater 666,

 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

 

I have not written heretofore as I felt that nothing I would say could be of the slightest interest to you—having fallen so far short of your confidence, trust, and desire. But this is not good enough. Interest or no interest, I must write: so I will, give you some routine news until I know better where I stand. I can say this much: I am roused from some of my lethargy at least.

     

The house underwent a big turn-over last fall, starting shortly after the, Equinox, and ending December 8, when our German [Frederic Mellinger] refugee got himself a job in a seasonal Arizona hotel as night clerk:—6 grown-ups, and 4 children gone. Quite an exodus. This included Regina [Regina Kahl], who had an enlarged heart, blood pressure of about 300/150, with small blood vessels in eyes and wrist giving way—these could be ascertained for a certainty. The doctors said complete rest, in bed, for a year. Jack [Jack Parsons] offered her that here, but she chose Leona [her sister] and Houston, as you no doubt know by now as she has communicated with you.

     

But just before Frederic Mellinger left, a strapping 6'7" youth, of 27 years, came down from San Rafael and, being fond of Wilfred [Wilfred Talbot Smith], joined. His brother promptly gave up driving a taxi in Hollywood and took over the garden, the chickens, the rabbits and last week a goat and her kid. They both joined the Order. Incidentally, Jack has just signed up a young man, his 7th contribution in this respect, and all weathering the storms.

     

Then the strapping young thing who, notwithstanding his excellent health and desires in the matter, Uncle Sam cannot use because of his height, described us and our ways to "Heidi", living in San Rafael and who had been mothering 8 young aviators during their training months. With the departure of these boys of hers and Harry, like many a mother, she felt at loose ends: so she came down, looked us over and decided to make our interests her interests. And what a God-send she has proved herself to be! Competent housekeeper, excellent cook who can make big meals out of scraps, all the while releasing good humour, gaiety and laughter.

     

She has freed me, to a considerable extent, from the kitchen, so the long-promised Agape News-Letter is being born. I hope it will prove of sufficient worth to be used for missionary duty.

 

 

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