(Part 8 of 8)
Yoga for Yellowbellies
FOURTH LECTURE
Salutation to the Sons of the Morning!
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
- I should like to begin this evening by
recapitulating very briefly what has been said in the previous three
lectures, and this would be easier if I had not completely forgotten
everything I said. But there is a sort of faint glimmering to the effect
that the general subject of the series was the mental exercises of the Yogi;
and the really remarkable feature was that I found it impossible to discuss
them at all thoroughly without touching upon, first of all, ontology;
secondly, ordinary science; and thirdly, the high Magick of the true
initiates of the light.
- We found that both Ontology and Science,
approaching the question of reality from entirely different standpoints, and
pursuing their researches by entirely different methods, had yet arrived at
an identical 'impasse.' And the general conclusion was that there could be
no reality in any intellectual concept of any kind, that the only reality
must lie in direct experience of such a kind that it is beyond the scope of
the critical apparatus of our minds. It cannot be subject to the laws of
Reason; it cannot be found in the fetters of elementary mathematics; only
transfinite and irrational conceptions in that subject can possibly shadow
forth the truth in some such paradox as the identity of contradictories. We
found further that those states of mind which result from the practice of
Yoga are properly called trances, because they actually transcend the
conditions of normal thought.
- At this point we begin to see an almost
insensible drawing together of the path of Yoga which is straight (and in a
sense arid) with that of Magick, which may be compared with the Bacchic
dance or the orgies of Pan. It suggests that Yoga is ultimately a
sublimation of philosophy, even as Magick is a sublimation of science. The
way is open for a reconciliation between these lower elements of thought by
virtue of their tendency to flower into these higher states beyond thought,
in which the two have become one. And that, of course, is Magick; and that,
of course, is Yoga.
- We may now consider whether, in view of the
final identification of these two elements in their highest, there may not
be something more practical than sympathy in their lower elements - I mean
mutual assistance. I am glad to think that the Path of the Wise has become
much smoother and shorter than it was when I first trod it; for this very
reason that the old antinomies of Magick and Yoga have been completely
resolved.
You all know what Yoga is. Yoga means union. And you all know how to do it
by shutting off the din of the intellectual boiler factory, and allowing the
silence of starlight to reach the ear. It is the emancipation of the exalted
from the thrall of the commonplace expression of Nature.
- Now what is Magick? Magick is the science and
art of causing change to occur in conformity with the Will. How do we
achieve this? By exalting the will to the point where it is master of
circumstance. And how do we do this? By so ordering every thought, word and
act, in such a way that the attention is constantly recalled to the chosen
object.
- Suppose I want to evoke the 'Intelligence' of
Jupiter. I base my work upon the correspondences of Jupiter. I base my
mathematics on the number 4 and its subservient numbers 16, 34, 136. I
employ the square or rhombus. For my sacred animal I choose the eagle, or
some other sacred to Jupiter. For my perfume, saffron - for my libation some
preparation of opium or a generous yet sweet and powerful wine such as port.
For my magical weapon I take the sceptre; in fact, I continue choosing
instruments for every act in such a way that I am constantly reminded of my
will to evoke Jupiter. I even constrain *every* object. I extract the
Jupiterian elements from all the complex phenomena which surround me. If I
look at my carpet, the blues and purples are the colours which stand out as
Light against an obsolescent and indeterminate background. And thus I carry
on my daily life, using every moment of time in constant self-admonition to
attend to Jupiter. The mind quickly responds to this training; it very soon
automatically rejects as unreal anything which is not Jupiter. Everything
else escapes notice. And when the time comes for the ceremony of invocation
which I have been consistently preparing with all devotion and assiduity, I
am quickly inflamed. I am attuned to Jupiter, I am pervaded by Jupiter, I am
absorbed by Jupiter, I am caught up into the heaven of Jupiter and wield his
thunderbolts. Hebe and Ganymedes bring me wine; the Queen of the Gods is
throned at my side, and for my playmates are the fairest maidens of the
earth.
- Now what is all this but to do in a partial
(and if I may say so, romantic) way what the Yogi does in his more
scientifically complete yet more austerely difficult methods? And here the
advantage of Magick is that the process of initiation is spontaneous and, so
to speak, automatic. You may begin in the most modest way with the evocation
of some simple elemental spirit; but in the course of the operation you are
compelled, in order to attain success, to deal with higher entities. Your
ambition grows, like every other organism, by what it feeds on. You are very
soon led to the Great Work itself; you are led to aspire to the Knowledge
and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and this ambition in turn
arouses automatically further difficulties the conquest of which confers new
powers.
In the Book of the Thirty Aethyrs, commonly called 'The Vision and the
Voice', it becomes progressively difficult to penetrate each Aethyr. In
fact, the penetration was only attained by the initiations which were
conferred by the Angel of each Aethyr in its turn.
There was this further identification with Yoga practices recorded in this
book. At times the concentration necessary to dwell in the Aethyr became so
intense that definitely Samadhic results were obtained. We see then that the
exaltation of the mind by means of magical practices leads (as one may say,
in spite of itself) to the same results as occur in straightforward Yoga.
I think I ought to tell you a little more about these visions.
The method of obtaining them was to take a large topaz beautifully engraved
with the Rose and Cross of forty-nine petals, and this topaz was set in a
wooden cross of oak painted red. I called this the shew-stone in memory of
Dr. Dee's famous shew-stone. I took this in my hand and proceeded to recite
in the Enochian or Angelic language the Call of the Thirty Aethyrs, using in
each case the special name appropriate to the Aethyr. Now all this went very
well until about the 17th, I think it was, and then the Angel, foreseeing
difficulty in the higher or remoter Aethyrs, gave me this instruction. I was
to recite a chapter from the Q'uran: what the Mohammedans call the 'Chapter
of the Unity.' 'Qol: Hua Allahu achad; Allahu assamad: lam yalid walam
yulad; walam yakun lahu kufwan achad.' I was to say this, bowing myself to
the earth after each chapter, a thousand and one times a day, as I walked
behind my camel in the Great Eastern Erg of the Sahara. I do not think that
anyone will dispute that this was pretty good exercise; but my point is that
it was certainly very good Yoga.
From what I have said in previous lectures you will all recognise that this
practice fulfils all the conditions of the earlier stages of Yoga, and it is
therefore not surprising that it put my mind in such a state that I was able
to use the Call of the Thirty Aethyrs with much greater efficacy than
before.
- Am I then supposed to be saying that Yoga is
merely the hand-maiden of Magick, or that Magick has no higher function than
to supplement Yoga? By no means. it is the co-operation of lovers; which is
here a symbol of the fact. The practices of Yoga are almost essential to
success in Magick - at least I may say from my own experience that it made
all the difference in the world to my magical success, when I had been
thoroughly grounded in the hard drill of Yoga. But -- I feel absolutely
certain that I should never have obtained success in Yoga in so short a time
as I did had I not spent the previous three years in the daily practice of
magical methods.
- I may go so far as to say that just before I
began Yoga seriously, I had almost invented a Yogic method of practising
Magick in the stress of circumstances. I had been accustomed to work with
full magical apparatus in an admirably devised temple of my own. Now I found
myself on shipboard, or in some obscure bedroom of Mexico City, or camped
beside my horse among the sugar canes in lonely tropical valleys, or couched
with my rucksack for all pillow on bare volcanic heights. I had to replace
my magical apparatus. I would take the table by my bed, or stones roughly
piled, for my altar. My candle or my Alpine Lantern was my light. My ice-axe
for the wand, my drinking flask for the chalice, my machete for the sword,
and a chapati or a sachet of salt for the pantacle of art! Habit soon
familiarised these rough and ready succedanea. But I suspect that it may
have been the isolation and the physical hardship itself that helped, that
more and more my magical operation became implicit in my own body and mind,
when a few months later I found myself performing *in full* operations
involving the Formula of the Neophyte (for which see my treatise 'Magick')
without any external apparatus at all.
- A pox on all these formalistic Aryan sages!
Unless one wants to be very pedantic, it is rather absurd to contend that
this form of ritual forced upon me, first by external and next by internal
circumstances, was anything else but a new form of Asana, Pranayama,
Mantra-Yoga, and Pratyahara in something very near perfection; and it is
therefore not surprising that the Magical exaltation resulting from such
ceremonies was in all essential respects the equivalent of Samyama.
On the other hand, the Yoga training was an admirable aid to that final
concentration of the Will which operates the magical ecstasy.
- This then is reality: direct experience. How
does it differ from the commonplace every-day experience of sensory
impressions which are so readily shaken by the first breath of the wind of
intellectual analysis?
Well, to answer first of all in a common-sense way, the difference is simply
that the impression is deeper, is less to be shaken.
Men of sense and education are always ready to admit that they may have been
mistaken in the quality of their observation of any phenomenon, and men a
little more advanced are almost certain to attain to a placid kind of
speculation as to whether the objects of sense are not mere shadows on a
screen.
I take off my glasses. Now I cannot read my manuscript. I had two sets of
lenses, one natural, one artificial. If I had been looking through a
telescope of the old pattern I should have had three sets of lenses, two
artificial. If I go and put on somebody else's glasses I shall get another
kind of blur. As the lenses of my eyes change in the course of my life, what
my sight tells me is different. The point is that we are quite unable to
judge what is the truth of the vision. Why then do I put on my glasses to
read? Only because the particular type of illusion produced by wearing them
is one which enables me to interpret a pre-arranged system of hieroglyphics
in a particular sense which I happen to imagine I want. It tells me nothing
whatever about the object of my vision -- what I call the paper and the ink.
Which is the dream? The clear legible type or the indecipherable blur?
- But in any case any man who is sane at all
does make a distinction between the experience of daily life and the
experience of dream. It is true that sometimes dreams are so vivid, and
their character so persistently uniform that men are actully deceived into
believing that places they have seen in dreams repeatedly are places that
they have known in a waking life. But they are quite capable of criticising
this illusion by memory, and they admit the deception. Well, in the same way
the phenomena of high Magick and Samadhi have an authenticity, and confer an
interior certainty, which is to the experience of waking life as that is to
a dream.
But, apart from all this, experience is experience; and the real guarantee
that we have of the attainment of reality is its rank in the hierarchy of
the mind.
- Let us ask ourselves for a moment what is the
characteristic of dream impressions as judged by the waking mind. Some
dreams are so powerful tht they convince us, even when awake, of their
reality. Why then do we criticise and dismiss them? Because their contents
are incoherent, because the order of nature to which they belong does not
properly conform with the kind of experience which does hang together --
after a fashion. Why do we criticise the reality of waking experience? On
precisely similar grounds. Because in certain respects it fails to conform
with our deep instinctive consciousness of the structure of the mind.
*Tendency!* We *happen* to be that kind of animal.
- The result is that we accept waking experience
for what it is within certain limits. At least we do so to this extent, that
we base our action upon the belief that, even if it is not philosophically
real, it is real enough to base a course of action upon it.
What is the ultimate prctical test of conviction? Just this, that it is our
standard of conduct. I put on these glasses in order to read. I am quite
certain that the blurred surface will become clear when I do so. Of course,
I may be wrong. I may have picked up some other body's glasses by mistake. I
might go blind before I could get them into position. Even such confidence
has limits; but it is a real confidence, and this is the explanation of why
we go ahead with the business of life. When we think it over, we know that
there are all sorts of snags, that it is impossible to formulate any
proposition which is philosophically unassailable, or even one which is so
from a practical standpoint. We admit to ourselves that there are all sorts
of snags; but we take our chance of that, and go ahead in the general
principles inculcated by our experience of nature. It is, of course, quite
easy to prove that experience is impossible. To begin with, our
consciousness of any phenomenon is never the thing itself, but only a
hieroglyphic symbol of it.
Our position is rather that of a man with a temperamental motor-car; he has
a vague theory that it ought to go, on general principles; but he is not
quite sure how it will perform in any given circumstances. Now the
experience of Magick and Yoga is quite above all this. The possibility of
criticising the other types of experience is based upon the possibility of
expressing our impressions in adequate terms; and this is not at all the
case with the results of Magick and Yoga. As we have already seen, every
attempt at expression in ordinary language is futile. Where the hero of the
adventure is tied up with a religious theory, we get the vapid and unctuous
bilgewater of people like St. John of the Cross. All Christian Mystics are
tarred with the same brush. Their abominable religion compels them to every
kind of sentimentality; and the theory of original sin vitiates their whole
position, because instead of the noble and inspiring Trance of Sorrow they
have nothing but the miserable, cowardly, and selfish sense of guilt to urge
them to undertake the Work.
- I think we may dismiss altogether from our
minds every claim to experience made by any Christian of whatever breed of
spiritual virus as a mere morbid reflection, the apish imitation of the true
ecstasies and trances. All expressions of the real thing must partake of the
character of that thing, and therefore only that language is permissible
which is itself released from the canon of ordinary speech, exactly as the
trance is unfettered by the laws of ordinary consciousness. In other words,
the only proper translation is in poetry, art and music.
- If you examine the highest poetry in the light
of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact you
cannot so examine it at all, because there is something in poetry which is
not in the words themselves, which is not in the images suggested by the
words 'O windy star blown sideways up the sky!'
True poetry is itself a magic spell which is a key to the ineffable. With
music this thesis is so obvious as hardly to need stating. Music has no
expressed intellectual content whatever, and the sole test of music is its
power to exalt the soul. It is then evident that the composer is himself
attempting to express in sensible form some such sublimities as are attained
by those who practise Magick and Yoga as they should.
- The same is true of plastic art, but evidently
in much less degree; and all those who really know and love art are well
aware that classical painting and sculpture are rarely capable of producing
these transcendent orgasms of ecstasy, as in the case of the higher arts.
One is bound to the impressions of the eye; one is drawn back to the
contemplation of a static object. And this fact has been so well understood
in modern times by painters that they have endeavoured to create an art
within an art; and this is the true explanation of such movements as
'surrealisme.' I want to impress upon you that the artist is in truth a very
much superior being to the Yogi or the Magician. He can reply as St. Paul
replied to the centurion who boasted of his Roman citizenship 'With a great
sum obtained I this freedom'; and Paul, fingering the Old School Tie,
sneered: "But I was free born.'
- It is not for us here to enquire as to how it
should happen that certain human beings possess from birth this right of
intimacy with the highest reality, but Blavatsky was of this same opinion
that the natural gift marks the acquisition of the rank in the spiritual
hierarchy to which the student of Magick and Yoga aspires. He is, so to
speak, an artist in the making; and it is perhaps not likely that his gifts
will have become sufficiently automatic in his present incarntion to produce
the fruits of his attainment. Yet, undoubtedly, there have been such cases,
and that within my own experience.
- I could quote you the case of a man -- a very
inferior and wishy-washy poet -- who undertook for a time very strenuously
the prescribed magical practices. He was very fortunate, and attained
admirable results. No sooner had he done so that his poetry itself became
flooded with supernal light and energy. He produced master-pieces. And then
he gave up his Magick because the task of further progress appalled him. The
result was that his poetry fell completely away to the standard of wet
blotting paper.
- Let me tell you also of one man almost
illiterate, a Lancashire man who had worked in a mill from the age of nine
years. He had studied for years with the Toshophists with no results. Then
he corresponded with me for some time; he had still no results. He came to
stay with me in Sicily. One day as we went down to bathe we stood for a
moment on the brink of the cliff which led down to the little rocky cove
with its beach of marvellous smooth sand. I said something quite casually --
I have never been able to remember what it was -- nor could he ever remember
-- but he suddenly dashed down the steep little path like a mountain goat,
threw off his cloak and plunged into the sea. When he came back, his very
body had become luminous. I saw that he needed to be alone for a week to
complete his experience, so I fixed him up in an Alpine tent in a quiet dell
under broad-spreading trees at the edge of a stream. From time to time he
sent me his magical record, vision after vision of amazing depth and
splendour. I was so gratified with his attainment that I showed these
records to a distinguished literary critic who was staying with me at the
time. A couple of hours later, when I returned to the Abbey, he burst out
upon me a flame of excitement. 'Do you know what this is?' he cried. I
answered casually that it was a lot of very good visions. 'Bother your
visions,' he exclaimed, 'didn't you notice the style? It's pure John
Bunyan!' It was.
- But all this is neither here nor there. There
is only one thing for anybody to do on a path, and that is to make sure of
the next step. And the fact which we all have to comfort us is this: that
all human beings have capacities for attainment, each according to his or
her present position.
For instance, with regard to the power of vision on the astral plane, I have
been privileged to train many hundreds of people in the course of my life,
and only about a dozen of them were incapable of success. In one case this
was because the man had already got beyond all such preliminary exercise;
his mind immediately took on the formless condition which transcends all
images, all thought. Other failures were stupid people who were incapable of
making an experiment of any sort. They were a mass of intellectual pride and
prejudice, and I sent them away with an injunction to go to Jane Austen.
But the ordinary man and woman get on very well, and by this I do not mean
only the educated. It is, in fact, notorious that, among many of the
primitive races of mankind, strange powers of all kinds develop with amazing
florescence.
- The question for each one of us is then: first
of all, to acertain our present positions; secondly, to determine our proper
directions; and, thirdly, to govern ourselves accordingly. The question for
me is also to describe a method of procedure which will be sufficiently
elastic to be useful to every human being.
I have tried to do this by combining the two paths of Magick and Yoga. If we
perform the preliminary practices, each according to his capacity, the
result will surely be the acquisition of a certain technique. And this will
become much easier as we advance, especially if we bear it well in mind not
to attempt to discriminate between the two methods as if they were opposing
schools, but to use the one to help out the other in an emergency.
- Of course, nobody understands better than I do
that, although nobody can do your work for you, it is possible to make use
-- to a certain very limited extent -- of other people's experience, and the
Great Order which I have the honour to serve has appointed what I think you
will agree is a very satisfactory and practical curriculum.
- You are expected to spend three months at
least on the study of some of the classics on the subject. The chief object
of this is not to instruct you, but to familiarise you with the ground work,
and in particular to prevent you getting the idea that there is any right or
wrong in matters of opinion. You pass an examination intended to make sure
that your mind is well grounded in this matter, and you become a
Probationer. Your reading will have given you some indication as to the sort
of thing you are likely to be good at, and you select such practices as seem
to you to promise well. You go ahead with these, and keep a careful record
of what you do, and what results occur. After eleven months you submit a
record to your superior; it is his duty to put you right where you have gone
wrong, and particularly to encourage you where you think you have failed.
- I say this because one of the most frequent
troubles is that people who are doing excellent work throw it up because
they find that Nature is not what they thought it was going to be. But this
is the best test of the reality of any experience. All those which conform
with your idea, which flatter you, are likely to be illusions. So you become
a Neophyte; and attack the Task of a Zelator.
There are further grades in this system, but the general principles are
always the same -- the principles of scientific study and research.
- We end where we began. 'The wheel has come
full circle.'
We are to use the experience of the past to determine the experience of the
future, and as that experience increases in quantity it also improves in
quality. And the Path is sure. And the End is sure. For the End is the Path.
Love is the law, love under will.