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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 8 April 1920
7.00 a.m. Opus[1] XXX, Beauty [Ninette Shumway], p.v.n.[2] Object: Art. Opus, very good, though gentle. Elixir A 1.
2.00 p.m. Opus[1] XXXI, Beauty and Ethel [Ether]. Object: Invocation of 'the Gods of the place'. Operation admirable. Elixir very sweet, strong and aromatic. I saw how important 'the Gods of the place are'. They are wicked, of course, because of the 'space marks'—they make distinctions between places. But if one is in a place (worse luck!) nothing for it but to be on good terms with the Gods thereof!
I have often thought, when going under Ether, and throwing off the sheet to 'wake' and record the 'last thought', that when one is 'dying', one can't throw off the blanket. Yes, but dying is the throwing-off of the blanket when one wants to wake from the ether-intoxication of life.
Began portrait of Beauty.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.] 2—[Per vas nefandum. By the unmentionable vessel, i.e. anal intercourse.]
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