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1、 Star in the WestA Critical Essay Upon the Works of Aleister CrowleyBy J.F.C. FullerThis eBook was prepared byHKAJune, 2004Art provided by Frater T.S./Celephas Press Cover art was reconstructed from the original edition.This eBook was created from the Health Research edition published in 1969.Star i
2、n the West was originally published by The Walter Scott Publishing Company of New York in 1907.This text is in the public domain.“Evoe! Evoe Ho! Iacche! Iacche!”“If you hold by anything in the world more than by reason, truth, and justice; if your will be uncertain and vacillating, either in good or
3、 evil; if logic alarm you, or the naked truth make you blush; if you are hurt when accepted errors are assailed; condemn this work straight away; do not read it; let it cease to exist for you; but at the same time do not cry it down as dangerous.”ELIPHAS LVI. PREFACENon mihi subtilem calamum si ceda
4、t Apelles Quae tibi sunt dotes, posse notare putem.I.N.R.I.AT first sight it may appear to the casual reader of this essay, that the superscription on its cover is both froward and perverse, and contrary to the sum of human experience. This however I trust he will find is not the case, and, as Ianth
5、e, will discover that after the mystic union has been consummated, the beautiful daughter of Ligdus and Telethusa was as acceptable a young husband as ever wooed nymph on the shaded slopes of Ida.Much has been written concerning stars, both terrestrial and celestial, and not a little regarding that
6、capricious star which gleamed over the humble manger-bed of the Son of Man.Dark seas of blood have long since lapped that star of the morning into the crimson oblivion of day, whose empurpled strife has also rumbled into the distance as the droning of some drowsy fire-finger on the sleeping parchmen
7、t of life, murmuring and moaning as the wind-kissed mouth of a dreamy drum. Yet why should we still listen for those subtle sounds which have wearily danced out their slow saraband of sorrow. Once Orphic they arose emparadising the cavernous depths of Hell, to sink into a dirge-like Niobe death-chau
8、nt, bewailing the thirteen children of their begetting, rising once more in the song of Ligeia, enticing men to her mire, and at length to die still-voiced as the daughter of Dis, whose ghostly fingers sinking clutch the frozen reeds of that slough in which she had so long wallowed.Long have we peer
9、ed, crouching on the watch-tower of our minds, through the darkness of ignorance lit alone by the northern lights of folly, till ourscorched eyes falling as slags upon our hearts, a light celestial hath arisen from out the eyeless sockets of Eternity. A day-star, to flash forth into the west, winged
10、 and wonderful. A Pharos of gleaming hope lighting our way across the boisterous ocean of life to our haven of eternal rest.The fools and the faulty, the wise and the wizened read and tremble before the might of its majesty, for into its flaming horrent hath it woven and braided the ashen locks of w
11、isdom, the dyed curls of folly, and all the glittering circlets of golden youth. All is transcended, all is unified and transcendental; neither is there joy nor laughter, sorrow nor weeping, for all is as a divine mastery of Truth and Knowledge to those who worship the new-born God, like the Magi of
12、 the East, with gold, and frankincense, and myrrh. Above whose heptagonal cradle flashes the magic star Lusanaher, that great star Cor Leonis, which heralds and directs our reverent pilgrimage.The Star has arisen; let us like men drop the silly pretence of an ostrich-like self-delusion that the cind
13、ery asteroid still lights our way; let us rather apply our mental spectroscope to the analysis of its rays. There shall we perchance discover the blending of all opposites in one harmonious light; thence shall we travel to the holy and humble house of the heart, wherein our God is born, whose name i
14、s ineffable, a Crown of Glory, exalted forever above the Balance of Righteousness and Truth. T.A.R.O.As author of the following essay to you my readers, I can but say with the four beasts of the Apocalypse: “Come and See.”“Behold the Lion hath prevailed to open the Book and to loose the seven seals
15、thereof.” For until now “No man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the Book, neither to look thereon.” Yet through the astrolabe of his mind and in the alembic of his heart Aleister Crowley has opened the book, breaking not only the first six seals, but the seventh al
16、so. For those who read and understand, the heavens shall depart as a scroll, and the stars shall fall, and the mountains be moved out of their places; and they shall become as kings in a new kingdom, and be crowned with that Crown which passes Understanding.I have attempted in the following seven chapters to interpret the Book of the Seven Seals, and to paint its splendour, as an artist would incarnadine his canvas with the red blood of his mistress, love-kissed from the bloom of
