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				Comments 
				by 
				
				Aleister 
				 
				Crowley: | 
				     In 
				all that I wrote in those six weeks, I doubt if there is a 
				single word of Anny. She was the soul of my expression, and so 
				beyond the possibility of speech; but she lifted me to heights 
				of ecstasy that I had never before consciously attained and 
				revealed to me secrets deeper than I ever deemed. I wrote things 
				that I knew not and made no mistake. My work was infinitely 
				varied, yet uniformly distinguished. I expressed the soul of 
				Moscow in a poem "The 
				City of God", published some months afterwards in the
				English Review. It is a "hashish dream come true". Every 
				object of sense, from the desolation of the steppes and the 
				sheer architecture of the city, to the art, attitude and 
				amusements of the people, stings one to the soul, each an 
				essential element of a supreme sacrament. At the same time, the 
				reality of all these things, using the word in its grossest 
				sense, consummates the marriage of the original antinomies which 
				exist in one's mind between the ideal and the actual. 
				     A 
				prose pendant to this poem is my essay "The Heart of Holy 
				Russia", which many Russians competent to judge have assured me 
				struck surer to the soul of Russia than anything of Dostoyevsky. 
				Their witness fills me with more satisfaction as to the worth of 
				my work than anything else has ever done. 
				    — 
				The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  
				New York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Pages 713-714.  ______________________________ 
				   
				     From 
				my brief description of the conditions of travel in Russia, the 
				intelligent should be able to deduce what I thought of the 
				immediate political future of the country. I returned to England 
				with the settled conviction that in the event of a serious war 
				(the scrap with Japan was really an affair of outposts, like our 
				own Boer War) the ataxic giant would collapse within a few 
				months. England's traditional fear of Slav aggression seemed to 
				me ridiculous; and France's faith in her ally, pathetic. The 
				event has more than justified my vision. I have no detailed 
				knowledge of politics;, but, just as my essay, "The Heart of 
				Holy Russia", told the inmost truth without even superficial 
				knowledge of the facts which were its symptoms, so I possess an 
				immediate intuition of the of the state of a country without 
				cognizance of the statistics. I am thus in the position of 
				Cassandra, foreseeing and foretelling fate, while utterly unable 
				to compel conviction. 
				    — 
				The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  
				New York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Page 714. |  |