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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 13 November 1915
[In the early hours of the next morning, Crowley dreamed he was in a photographer's attic where a beautiful boy of twenty kissed him, then seized his genitals so hard that Crowley awoke in pain. Wide awake, Crowley recorded seeing a] shapeless half-human being with a pig's face [rise through the bed and bite his right breast while trying to copulate with him. He seized it and, with desperate effort, strangled it.]
Nothing of this sort has occurred since the summer of 1899 E.V. when W. B. Yeats sent his vampires after me. I think it argues great weakness in me as well as great strength in the [Katherine] Tingley witch.
I doubt almost whether Op[eration]s like CXXI are legitimate after all; whether indeed one should not 'overcome evil with good' in the world as well as in oneself.
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