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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 5 October 1931
One of my old sudden attacks of . . . .—but much fever and it lasted all day. Pretty bad.
The cowardly pimp Germer [Karl Germer] is still trying to annoy me; but he can’t. Now I have Babalon!
Opus[1] 39. Health and strength and youth.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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