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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Rex de Arte Regia Sunday, 6 June 1915
Opus[1] LXIII
10 p.m. approximately. Weather warm-showery. Darkness.
As LVIII.
Object: Hunc virum mihi servo clandestina mater.[2]
The Operation was very forcible and orgiastic; union seemed most perfect, as if appointed. The Elixir was fuller and fiercer than before.
Mental concentration, in my opinion, good. It is a fact that I was preoccupied with the idea of making a good hexameter of the 'object'; but I have an intuition that this is not a bad sign.
Result: This broke down in the most sudden and incomprehensible manner. See LXIV.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.] 2—['I, as a secret mother, am keeping this man for myself.']
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