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>Are you a man or a woman?
I am a wizard.
>What gender are you?
Magus.
>What's in your pants?
Copenhaver's translation of the Corpus Hermeticum.
I am a wizard.
>What gender are you?
Magus.
>What's in your pants?
Copenhaver's translation of the Corpus Hermeticum.
Forwarded from Myth Information
The Goat of Mendes
In the grey land of twilight, where the shadows play
Amidst the whispering reeds, I saw the Goat of Mendes sway
His eyes aglow like embers, his horns a-glint in the gloom
He beckoned me with a finger, and I followed to the tomb
Where the ancient ones sleep, and the secrets are kept
He showed me the mysteries, and the keys to the crypt
The symbols of the ages, the keys to the unknown
And the secrets of the universe, in the silence, were sown
His voice was like a whisper, his words a gentle breeze
That stirred the dust of ages, and the shadows that freeze
He spoke of the cycles, of birth and death and rebirth
And the eternal return, to the source of all earthly mirth
And when I left the tomb, and the grey land of twilight
I knew that I had seen, the secrets of the night
And the Goat of Mendes, with his eyes aglow like embers
Had shown me the mysteries, and the keys to the shadows and the splendors.
~ Aleister Crowley
#Satanism #Thelema #Poems
In the grey land of twilight, where the shadows play
Amidst the whispering reeds, I saw the Goat of Mendes sway
His eyes aglow like embers, his horns a-glint in the gloom
He beckoned me with a finger, and I followed to the tomb
Where the ancient ones sleep, and the secrets are kept
He showed me the mysteries, and the keys to the crypt
The symbols of the ages, the keys to the unknown
And the secrets of the universe, in the silence, were sown
His voice was like a whisper, his words a gentle breeze
That stirred the dust of ages, and the shadows that freeze
He spoke of the cycles, of birth and death and rebirth
And the eternal return, to the source of all earthly mirth
And when I left the tomb, and the grey land of twilight
I knew that I had seen, the secrets of the night
And the Goat of Mendes, with his eyes aglow like embers
Had shown me the mysteries, and the keys to the shadows and the splendors.
~ Aleister Crowley
#Satanism #Thelema #Poems