The Greater Feast of the Prophet

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Unto Aleister Crowley, from whose eyes the veil of life hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of his true Will; whether he wills absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with his chosen and preferred, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve the labour and heroism of incarnation on this planet or another, or in any Star, or aught else, unto him may there be granted the accomplishment of his will; yea, the accomplishment of his will.

Aleister Crowley, poet, mountaineer, chess master, novelist, bon viveur, Prophet of the New Aeon, passed from this incarnation 58 years ago today on 1 December 1947.

The dead man Ankh-f-na-Khonsu
Saith with his voice of truth and calm:
O thou that hast a single arm!
O thou that glitterest in the moon!
I weave thee in the spinning charm
I lure thee with the billowy tune.

The dead man Ankh-f-na-Khonsu
Hath parted from the darkling crowds
Hath joined the dwellers of the light
Opening Duant, the star-abodes,
Their keys receiving.

The dead man Ankh-f-na-Khonsu
Hath made his passage into night
His pleasure on the earth to do
Among the living.

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