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The Author: An V (1909 e.v.)

 

 


 

 

ERRATA

 

     Page 11.

          For "Major-General John Charles Frederick Fuller"

          read "Major-General John Frederick Charles Fuller"

 

     P.S. Page 10.

          August 15. A fourth Day of National Prayer is announced for September 7. I trust that the publication of the Hymn on page 9 and the Invocation by the V sign of Apophis and Typhon may avert the calamities called upon us by this last borborygmus of the "clamorous rump" of the dead cult. 666.

 

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THUMBS UP!

 

A Pentagram—a pantacle to win the war

 

 

by

 

 

 Aleister Crowley

 

The Beast 666

 

 

In                          hoc

 

 


 

 

PUBLISHED BY THE O.T.O.

 

 

At the Abbey of Thelema, Rainbow Valley, Palomar Mountains,

California, U.S.A.

 

An. I xv Sol in 0° 0' 0" Leo. 6.26. a.m. July 23, 1941 e.v.

 

 

One Hundred Copies only

numbered and signed by

the Author. This copy is

No. ...........................

 

 


 

 

THE PENTAGRAM

 

In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth,

 

Man mastered the mammoth and horse; and Man was the Lord of the Earth.

 

 

He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree;

 

He compassed the earth therein, and Man was the Lord of the Sea.

 

 

He controlled the vigour of steam, he harnessed the lightning for hire:

 

He drove the celestial team; and Man was the Lord of the Fire.

 

 

Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs of the aeons declare

 

The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord of the Air.

 

 

Arise, O man, in thy strength! the kingdom is thine to inherit,

 

Till the high gods witness at length that Man is the Lord of his spirit.

 

 

 


 

 

 

ENGLAND, STAND FAST!

 

 

     England, stand fast! Stand fast against the foe!

 

          They struck the first blow: we shall strike the last.

 

     Peace at the price of Freedom? We say No.

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     The earth hurls thunderbolts; the sea spurts death;

 

          The skies drop murder; hell itself aghast

 

     Answer, with steady eye and easy breath!

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     England, the centuries have not sent thee shame.

 

          Tamer of tyrants, from thy purple past

 

     Thy heroes call thee, from their heaven of fame:

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     England, resistless as the gales that sweep

 

          Thy seas, and free as their rejoicing blast,

 

     Roll forth again defiance o'er the deep;

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     Wide-winged, see Victory flaming from the prow,

 

          The colours nailed upon the plunging mast!

 

     We have no cur or slave to falter now.

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     By thy strong soul of manhood firm and free,

 

          By thy high deeds of honour not surpassed,

 

     By all the valours that are yet to be,

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     England, stand fast! We made the brave man's choice.

 

          We staked our all upon the single cast.

 

     Winning or dying, let the heart rejoice:

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 

     England, one soul of steel, one heart of oak,

 

          One voice of silver, sound thy trumpet-blast

 

     Pass round the watchword through the battle-smoke;

 

          England, stand fast!

 

 


 

 

TOAST

 

(Battle of the River Plate).

 

 

     Sinking merchant-men is fun;

 

          Chivalry is senseless,

 

     Prove your honour as a Hun,

 

          Murder the defenceless!

 

Chorus

 

     Horse and bridle, whip and spur!

 

          Give the Hun the Willies!

 

     Gentlemen! Exeter,

 

          Ajax and Achilles!

 

 

     Noble Nordic deeds we've done,

 

          (Baby-killing German!)

 

     Bomb them every mother's son,

 

          Jewish-English vermin!

 

                                             (Chorus)

 

     Cruiser sighted—time to run!

 

          Well! there’s one way surer;

 

     Scuttle quick and say we won,

 

          Trusting to the Fuhrer!

 

                                             (Chorus)

 

 


 

 

HYMN

 

FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE

 

(Independence Day).

 

 

     Brothers and sisters on this day

 

          Of deathless glory, let us come

 

     United in our glad array

 

          To hymn our fathers’ martyrdom.

 

     Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust?

 

     So let it be! In God we trust.

 

 

     They died—they died—and we are free.

 

          Take up their cross! Deserve their crown!

 

     The stainless flag of liberty

 

          By man shall not be trodden down!

 

     Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust?

 

     So let it be! In God we trust.

 

 

     In war and earthquake, wreck and wrong,

 

          Still let the flag of freedom fly

 

     In peace and safety, still be strong!

 

          For we will live as we would die.

 

     Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust?

 

     So let it be! In God we trust.

 

 

     Though ruin wash the world in blood,

 

          Though death devour, though time decay,

 

     Let but our hearts hold brotherhood,

 

          And this they shall not take away.

 

     Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust?

 

     So let it be! In God we trust.

 

 

     Stand! and join hands! and let us sing!

 

          Shake out Old Glory to the Skies!

 

     With heart and hand defiant fling

 

          Our purpose against Destiny’s.

 

     Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust?

 

     So let it be! In God we trust.

 

                                                  Amen.

 

 


 

 

ANTHEM

 

 

     Gone are the ghosts and gods,

 

     Fear’s strangled emerods,

 

          Thought’s spider snares;

 

     Dead are the craven creeds;

 

     Truth demands noble deeds,

 

          All free man dares.

 

 

     Men, be your own recourse!

 

     Waste not your fire and force

 

          In fatuous prayers!

 

     Better, come cannily

 

     Down on the enemy,

 

          Set them to theirs

 

 

     Free from the bogle faith,

 

     False fear and wastrel wraith,

 

          From shame and guilt,

 

     Rise, in thine own self-awe,

 

     Live to the living law:

 

          Do what thou wilt!

 

 


 

 

Note to Anthem

 

(See “The Equinox of the Gods,” The Daily Express of December 23, 1937 e.v., and the official records for the relevant dates).

 

THE LIVING MAGICK OF THE NEW AEON OF HORUS

 

Al vel Liber Legis as delivered by XCIII unto DCLXVI

 

(The Book of the Law)

 

THE FIRST PUBLICATION:

Nine months before the outbreak of the Balkan War, which broke up the Near East.

 

THE SECOND PUBLICATION:

Nine months before the outbreak of the World War, which broke up the West.

 

THE THIRD PUBLICATION:

Nine months before the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War, which is breaking up the Far East.

 

THE FOURTH PUBLICATION:

6.22 a.m., December 22, 1937, e.v., nine months before the betrayal, which stripped Britain of the last rags of honour, prestige and security, and will break up civilization.

 

To repeat: “the event will establish the kingdom of the Crowned and Conquering Child over the whole earth, and all men shall bow to the Law, which is love under will.”

 

Magick, pp. 112-113, written in 1922, published 1929.

 

THE DEAD RELIGION OF THE OLD AEON OF OSIRIS

 

“Days of National Prayer.”

 

No. 1

There followed: the “colossal military disaster” to the B.E.F.

 

No. 2

There followed: the collapse of the French Armies and the treachery of the French Government.

 

No. 3

There followed: the Huns drove us and our allies from Cyrenaica and Greece, and overran Jugoslavia.

 

 


 

 

CONTENTS

 

 

THE PENTAGRAM

          To the memory of Henri Farman

          For all the breed of Daedalus

 

ENGLAND, STAND FAST!

          To Winston Spencer Churchill

          For my people

 

A TOAST

          To Those Brave Men

          For all their comrades

 

 

HYMN FOR JULY 4

          To Franklin Delano Roosevelt

          For the People of the United

             States of America

 

ANTHEM

          To the memory of

          Mustapha Kemal Pasha Ataturk:

          For my old friend and pupil

          Major-General John Charles

             Frederick Fuller

          and my son Aleister Ataturk

 

 

PRINTED IN ENGLAND

BY THE CHISWICK PRESS LTD., NEW SOUTHGATE, LONDON, N.11.

 

 


 

 

TO

ADOLF SCHICKLGRUBER.

 

and/or whomsoever it may concern:

 

REMEMBER

 

          + De Wend Fenton

          + Horatio Bottomley

          + Rigby Swift J.

             William Cooper Hobbs

             Edmund O'Connor

             Martin O'Connor

          + James Douglas

          + Norman Mudd

 

Et illium generis defutati omnis turbam

 

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I, O.S.V., 6º=5o R.R. et AC., Imperator, add to this list the name of

 

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See Liber AL vel Legis cap III v. 42 and The Equinox Vol. 1, No. 5 Supplement