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Mary Butts Diary Entry Wednesday, 11 January 1922
Life is running on a good sequence. I must try and get clear about Aleister Crowley.
I am afraid of him ‘somewhere.’ There is a point of fear in my mind.
I know that ‘a new word’ is wanted, and went to explore his, because I thought that a new word might be made by man exploring the world not visible to his senses—where he might find:
(i) another order of beings (ii) undeveloped powers in himself (iii) both
My belief was and is (iii).
But I saw at Cefalù the familiar features of religion come again. And obscenity. And something exceedingly bad (not obscene), and something powerful.
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.” That is all right. But people are to be made aware of this by fear, coercion, bribery etc., a religious movement re-enacted. The founder is to be Crowley and his gulled doped women. I don’t doubt most new religions had some such start, but I feel that even Mahomet was better.
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