Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Saturday, 27 March 1920

Early a.m. arrived in Naples. No money from Morgan Harris. Put up at Hotel Métropole.

3.15 p.m. Opus^[1] XXVII, Beauty [Ninette Shumway], p.v.n.^[2] Opus fine though brief. Elixir very good. Object: Successful and speedy arrival at Cefalù.

A planet cools by loss of its air-covering. Thus, matter = motion. Oh, dear! I saw this with grass [hashish]; and the train of thought is lost. Oscar Eckenstein’s phrase, ‘He likes his joke’ implies a (sub-conscious?) knowledge of the Freudian theory. ‘Shame means the emptiness of a womb.’ This came from pure analysis of Beauty’s attitude to something; but if is identical with Freud’s idea of the ‘inferior’ as connected with the childish theory, the mutilation of the female. Beauty looks like a pisspot. I tell her so. A compliment because the golden urine of life is poured into her by her Father the Sun. Hence, the Sun is sitting on a pisspot. That pisspot is the Zodiac. The meteors are gravel, the planets stones. Therefore, the Sun has a floating kidney. (Floating kidney chosen because Beauty has one.) All this is logical, but it rests on the uncertain premiss, ‘The Sun is sitting on a pisspot’.

But He is!

The Piss pot is the Bark of Ra!^[3] This conclusion could be reached directly in the particular case of Beauty.

He sits on a pisspot (Beauty). Whatever He sits on is the Bark of Ra. Hence a pisspot is the Bark of Ra .

1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]

2—[Per vas nefandum. By the unmentionable vessel, i.e. anal intercourse.]

3—[The boat of the sun-god which makes possible the voyage of the sun over the ocean of space.]

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