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Wilfred Talbot Smith Diary Entry Thursday, 21 September 1944
[Smith's dedication of his Great Magical Retirement]
To Jones [Charles Stansfeld Jones] who led me to the gate, otherwise I might not be here now. Sorry he walked away. I know now a rat was worrying.
To Aleister the Gargantuan, Ego and all. Poet, philosopher, master whose vision spans 300 years and only late dropped his eyes and noticed one at hand. Albeit his works cast the mould into which the gold was poured.
To Jane [Jane Wolfe] who loved only 666 and echoed only he, nevertheless she lent a helping hand.
To Regina [Regina Kahl], Mistress, Mate and Mother. Who bore me, nurtured me at her breast and years ago, the first, with love's eyes saw me and knew.
To Frederic [Frederic Mellinger], Advisor, Companion and Friend who loved, saw and knew and abided in his conviciton.
To Louie [Louis Culling], Friend indeed, who loaned his place in love, waited and loaned it again to the task.
To Jack [Jack Parsons] my son, who loving recognized his father and helped, waited and helped yet again and still.
To Helen [Helen Parsons] my daughter, ministering angel, silent watcher, pal and nurse who delivered me and served with self-effacement for love's eyes caught the vision and she bore me a little man [Kwen Parsons] with eyes of blue.
To my child and may he come early into the light.
To Max [Max Schneider] who hated well. Jones will remember him too. Like most of his race he buys and sells, even when he gives he buys. And honor was naught to the master's favor.
To Karl [Karl Germer] the Prussian Theosophist who barked when he thought his master barked.
To Roy [Roy Leffingwell] the little Baptist in pants who luckily married a man; he ought to be of the same race as Max judging by his perfidity.
To the Rest who waited not knowing for what they waited.
These all I must not fail.
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