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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 18 November 1920
The Day of My Birth is nigh its dawn![1] I have been at work all night on four scenarios to illustrate the action of Karma. And idea for a fifth, stronger still, has just come! I must jot down the outlines.
5.55 a.m. Opus[2] VII, 31-666-31 [Leah Hirsig]. Operation: fast and furious. Luscious with snow [Cocaine]. Elixir: out of reach. Object: W.L.O.R.
If you asked for bread and they give you a stone, better disguise yourself as a geologist. If you start bread riots, they will call the soldiers out and shoot you.
1—[Today is Crowley's 22nd "magical" birthday—The anniversary of his initiation into the Golden Dawn on 18 November 1898.] 2—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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