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The Equinox (Volume I, Number II).  The Official Organ of the A\A\


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50 “deluxe edition” subscription copies bound in white buckram.1

Upper cover stamped in gilt ‘THE EQUINOX within a gilt frame that is crossed horizontally by 16 gilt lines.2

Spine stamped in gilt horizontally across the spine [within a gilt frame] ‘THE | EQUINOX| [6 horizontal lines] | VOLUME I | NUMBER II | [8 rules] | ¤ in d | AN V2

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The Deluxe editions were slightly larger than the standard issue due to the pages not being trimmed.5

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1000 copies for the early numbers and less (probably 500) for later numbers.3

Bound in decorated papered boards.1 

Upper cover has an Equinox “coat of arms” design.2

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Some of the “deluxe edition” subscription copies have a color frontispiece of the Equinox “coat of arms” design which is not present in the standard editions.4







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- Editorial

- Liber O

- The Herb Dangerous—(Part II) The Psychology of Hashish

- Reviews

- The Garden of Janus

- The Dream Circean

- The Lost Shepherd

- A Handbook of Geomancy

- The Organ in King’s Chapel, Cambridge

- A Note on Genesis

- The Five Adorations

- Illusion D’Amoureux

- The Opium Smoker

- Postcards to Probationers

- The Wild Ass

- The Sphinx at Giza

- The Priestess of Panormita

- The Temple of Solomon the King (Book II)

- Amongst the Mermaids

- Ave Adonai

- The Man-Cover

- Stewed Prunes and Prism.  The Tennyson Centenary



- The Signs of the Grades (facing page 12)















Gerald Yorke, A Bibliography of the Works of Aleister Crowley (Expanded and Corrected by Clive Harper from Aleister Crowley, the Golden Dawn and Buddhism:  Reminiscences and Writings of Gerald Yorke, Keith Richmond, editor, The Teitan Press, York Beach, ME, 2011, pp. 53-54.  


Personal observation of the item.


Weiser Antiquarian Books, Catalog # 97, “Aleister Crowley.  Used and Rare Books and Ephemera.”


J. Edward Cornelius, The Aleister Crowley Desk Reference, The Teitan Press, York Beach, Maine, 2013, p. 110.


Weiser Antiquarian Books, Catalog # 26, “Aleister Crowley Rarities.  Books and Manuscripts.”


Martin Booth, A Magick Life, Hodder and Stoughton, London, 2001, p. 266.


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     “The Equinox” should have been, on its merits, a very successful venture. Frank Harris had generously given me one of the best stories he ever wrote, “The Magic Glasses”. Fuller had contributed a gargantuan preface to The Temple of Solomon the King (the title of the story of my magical career), a series of sublimely eloquent rhapsodies descriptive of the various possible attitudes towards existence. There were three important instructions in Magick; the best poem of its kind that I had so far written, “The Wizard Way”; “At the Fork of the Roads”, a true and fascinating story of one of my early magical experiences; The Soldier and the Hunchback ! and ? which I still think one of the subtlest analyses that has ever been written on ontology, with its conclusion: that ecstatic affirmation and sceptical negation are neither of them valid in themselves but are alternate terms in an infinite series, a progression which is in itself a sublime and delightful path to pursue. Disappointment arises from the fear that every joy is transient. If we accept it as such and delight to destroy our own ideals in the faith that the very act of destruction will encourage us to rebuild a nobler and loftier temple from the debris of the old, each phase of our progress will be increasingly pleasant. “pi alpha mu phi alpha gamma epsilon pi alpha gamma gamma epsilon nu epsilon tau omega rho”, “All devouerer, all begetter”, is the praise of Pan.

     — The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  New York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Page 603.



     The supplement to the first number of The Equinox is a plain reprint of my Magical Record in Paris, mentioned above. I have omitted no detail of my doings. My dinners, my dalliance and my other diversions are described as minutely as my Magick, my mantras and my meditations. Nothing of the sort had ever been published before. It is a complete demonstration of the possibility of achieving the most colossal results in conditions which had hitherto been considered an absolute bar to carrying on even elementary work. It proves my proposition that the efficacy of traditional practices is independent of dogmatic and ethical considerations; and, moreover, that my sceptical formulae based on a purely agnostic viewpoint, and on the facts of physiology and psychology, as understood by modern materialists, were entirely efficacious.

     In summary, let me add that The Equinox was the first serious attempt to put before the public the facts of occult science, so-called, since Blavatsky’s unscholarly hotch-poch of fact and fable, Isis Unveiled. It was the first attempt in history to treat the subject with scholarship and from the standpoint of science. No previous book of its kind can compare with it for the perfection of its poetry and prose; the dignity and sublimity of its style, and the rigidity of its rule never to make any statement which could not be proved as precisely as the mathematician exacts. I confess to being entirely proud of having inaugurated an epoch. From the moment of its appearance, it imposed its standards of sincerity, scholarship, scientific seriousness and aristocracy of all kinds, from the excellence of its English to the perfection of its printing, upon everyone with ambition to enter this field of literature.

     It did not command a large public, but its influence has been enormous. It is recognized as the standard publication of its kind, as encyclopedia without “equal, son, or companion”. It has been quoted, copied and imitated everywhere. Innumerable cults have been founded by charlatans on its information. Its influence has changed the whole current of thought of students all over the world. Its inveterate enemies are not only unable to ignore it, but submit themselves to its sovereignty. It was thus entirely successful from my personal point of view. I had put a pearl of great price in a shop window, whose other exhibits were pasted diamonds and bits of coloured glass for the most part, and at best, precious stones of the cheaper and commoner kind. From the moment of its appearance, everyone had to admit — for the most part with hatred and envy in their hearts — that the sun had appeared in the slum and put to shame the dips and kerosene lamps which had lighted it till then. It was no longer possible to carry on hole-in-the-corner charlatanism as heretofore.

     I printed only one thousand and fifty copies, the odd fifty being bound subscription copies at a guinea, and the rest in boards at five shillings. Had I sold a complete edition straight out without any discounts my return would thus have been three hundred pounds. The cost of production was nearer four hundred. Similar figures apply to the other nine numbers. In this way I satisfied myself that no one could reproach me with trying to make money out of Magick. As a matter of fact, it went utterly against the grain to take money at all. When anyone showed interest in my poetry or my magical writings, the attitude so delighted me that I felt it utterly shameful to have any kind of commercial transaction with so noble an individual, and I used, as often as not, to beg him to accept the book as a present.
     The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  New York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Pages 604-605.



     To return to The Equinox, there was no question of selling even that small edition even at that pitiful price. I have never had any idea of how to do business. I can make plans, both sound and brilliant; but I cannot force myself to take the necessary steps to put them into practice. My greatest weakness is that as soon as I am sure that I can attain any given object, from climbing a mountain to exploiting a beauty spot, I lose interest. The only things I complete are those of which (as for instance, poetry and Magick) I am not the real author but an instrument impelled by a mysterious power which sweeps me away in effortless enthusiasm which leaves no room for my laziness, cynicism and similar inhibiting qualities to interfere.

     I did try to get a few booksellers to stock The Equinox but found myself immediately up against a blank wall of what I must call Chinese conventionality. I remember hearing of an engineer in the East who wanted to built himself a house and employed a Chinese contractor. He pointed out that the work would be much easier by using bricks of a different size to that which the man was making. He obeyed, but a day later went back to the old kind. The engineer protested, but the man explained that his bricks were of a “heaven-sent” size.

     So I found that the format of The Equinox shocked the bookseller; worse still, it was not a book, being issued periodically, nor a magazine, being to big and well produced! I said, “What does it matter? All I ask you to do is to show it and sell it.” Quite useless.

     — The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  New York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Pages 605-606. 



In accordance with the words which Rabelais has put into the mouth of the priestess Bacbuc, “We place the sovereign good, not in taking and receiving, but in bestowing and giving,” the Editor of this Review says of the exalted knowledge which he and the others of his fraternity have attained through experience, in so far as it is possible to communicate it at all, “We offer it with both hands.”  The opening pages are devoted to formulating the problem of existence in the clearest and simplest terms, and to outlining a method of solving that problem.  The style of this Editorial is a model of lucidity in brief and will be read with pleasure by the lover of letters as well as by the mystic.  A quantity of verse figures in this volume, much of it written under the inspiration of the Great God Pan.  On the whole, it is more remarkable for power than beauty.  “The Dream Circean” is a short story of convincing ability.  It is the quintessence of the fantastic and has passages of volcanic force which recall Balzac.  Tennyson is severely handled in the article, “Stewed Pruned and Prism,” which illustrates in an extreme manner the reaction against Victorian celebrity.  There are some curious departures in the methods of reviewing books and a refreshing frankness of criticism which is quite unusual.  The following significant passage occurs in a review by Mr. V. B. Neuburg, “Psychology is still in its infancy; when it attains maturity it will be the most dread enemy that Supernaturalism has to face.  The subjective view of life is undoubtedly destined to be the predominant one.”  The wit, the mirth, the philosophy and the style combine to make The Equinox the most brilliant of all the mystical periodicals.

 B.P. O’N.

The Occult Review, November 1909.



    The new number of “The Equinox” continues to keep up the tradition of the earlier numbers as to size, the mystical nature of its contents, and the unintelligibility of many of its articles. . . .

Review of Reviews, date unknown.



     Here is the weirdest muddle that one could well stumble across in this most muddled age. . . . Powerfully individualistic, descending sometimes nearly to the level of the sordid, soaring sometimes to the heights of genius, the matter could not be reviewed properly in twenty times the space that we can give it. . . . Those who are certain of their sanity and the breadth of their viewpoint should read this magazine when they get the opportunity.  Theosophists will find the few references to Theosophy anything but complimentary. . . .

Theosophy in Scotland, date unknown.



     The Equinox is permanent in its stately size and type, continuous in its periodical character, permanent—in the value of its contents.

Vanity Fair, date unknown.



     Expensively printed lunacy, astrology, etc., in oriental-occidental jargon.

—The Literary Guide, date unknown.



     It easily takes rank as the most vigorous swearer and blasphemous in respectable modern literature.  Moreover its swearing and blasphemy are splendidly done, with immense style and glorious colouring.  Its contributors certainly know how to write, though occasionally they remind one of certain efforts that have emanated from lunatic asylums where gorgeousness of imagination and riotous language are by no means unknown.  But underneath all, there is a huge wealth of knowledge, a few indications of serious feeling, and a big flow of occult thought.  Yet with all its “illuminism” it is so much of a mocker that we have before us the figure of a Mephistopheles. . . . The Equinox is put forth with a certain pomp, its writers are by no means negligible in competence.  All we can say is that they remind us of Diakkas and Jingles, and occasionally of Colney Hatch. . . . The reference to black mass and the chaotic mixture may possibly help to explain the rumours of devil worship which were persistent not long ago.  Perhaps we have here the key to that dark door. . . .

—The Light, date unknown.



     A mysterious publication called “The Equinox,” the official organ of the A\A\ has just been released upon a long-suffering world. . . . It is a sort of thing no fellow can understand.  One gathers vaguely out of the confusion that it deals with such things as Magic, wizardry, mysticism, and so on; but what the special line is, remains a baffling mystery. . . . From frequent references to some people called The Brothers of the A\A\ one gathers that they have a lot to do with this weird venture; but a grim perusal of an article purporting to explain the Order . . . leaves one without any real clue as to their identity.  True, the Chief of the Brothers is definitely names, his name being “V.V.V.V.V.” but five V’s, do not strike one as a name likely to be well known at any local post office. . . . One gets all kinds of entertainments in “The Equinox” . . . Poetry gets a strong show, but it is uncomfortable reading. . . .

—The Morning Leader, date unknown.



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