AN INFORMATIVE DISCOURSE UPON THE OCCULT CHARACTER OF THE MOON,HER THREEFOLD NATURE, HER FOURFOLD PHASES, AND HER EIGHT-AND-TWENTY MANSIONS;WITH AN ACCOUNT OF THE EVENTS THAT PRECEDED THE CLIMAX OF THE GREA_XPERIMENT, BUT ESPECIALLY OF THE
THE Ancients, whose wisdom is so much despised by those who have never studie_t, but content themselves with a pretence of understanding modern scienc_hich deceives nobody, would have smiled to observe how often the "lates_iscoveries" are equivalent to some fancy of Aristotle, or some speculation o_eracleitus. The remoter Picay-universities of America, which teach farming o_ining, with a little "useless" knowledge as a side-course, for show, are ful_f bumptious little professors who would not be allowed to sweep out _aboratory in London or Berlin. The ambition of such persons is to obtain a_llustrated interview in a Sunday supplement, with a full account of thei_onderful discoveries, which have revolutionized the art of sucking eggs. The_re peculiarly severe upon back numbers like Charles Darwin. Their ignoranc_eads them to believe the bombast of democracy-flatterers, who scream weekl_f Progress, and it really appears to them that anything more than six month_ld is out-of-date. They do not know that this is only true of loud-shoute_ushroom rubbish such as they call truth. 
The fundamental difference between ancient and modern science is not at all i_he field of theory. Sir William Thomson was just as metaphysical a_ythagoras or Raymond Lully, and Lucretius quite as materialistic as Erns_aeckel or Buchner.
But we have devised means of accurate measurement which they had not, and i_onsequence of this our methods of classification are more quantitative tha_ualitative. The result has been to make much of their science unintelligible; we no longer know exactly what they meant by the four elements, or by th_hree active principles, sulphur, mercury, and salt. Some tradition has bee_reserved by societies of wise men, who, because of the persecutions, when t_ossess any other book than a missal might be construed as heresy, conceale_hemselves and whispered the old teaching one to another.
The nineteenth century saw the overthrow of most of the old ecclesiastica_yranny, and in the beginning of the twentieth it was found once more possibl_o make public the knowledge. The wise men gathered together, discovered _tudent who was trustworthy and possessed of the requisite literary ability; and by him the old knowledge was revised and made secure; it was finall_ublished in a sort of periodical encyclopedia (already almost impossible t_ind, such was the demand for it) entitled _The Equinox_.
Now in the science of antiquity, much classification depended upon th_lanets. Those things which were hot and fiery in their nature, lions, an_epper, and fevers, were classed under the Sun or Jupiter or Mars; thing_wift and subtle under Mercury; things cold and heavy under Saturn, and s_orth.
Yet the principles of most of the planets appeared in varying proportions i_lmost everything; and the more equally these proportions were balanced an_ombined, the more complete was anything supposed to be, the nearer modelle_n the divine perfection. Man himself was called a microcosm, a littl_niverse, an image of the Creator. In him all the planets and elements ha_ourse, and even the Signs of the Zodiac were represented in his nature. Th_nergy of the ram was in his head; the bull gave the laborious endurance t_is shoulders; the lion represented the courage of his heart, and the fire o_is temper; his knees, which help him to spring, are under the goat — al_orks in, and is divided and subdivided in, beauty and harmony.
In this curious language the moon signifies primarily all receptive things, because moonlight is only reflected sunlight. Hence "lunar" is almost _ynonym of "feminine." Woman changes; all depends upon the influence of th_an; and she is now fertile, now barren, according to her phase. But on eac_ay of her course she passes through a certain section of the Zodiac; an_ccording to the supposed nature of the stars beyond her was her influence i_hat phase, or, as they called it, mansion. It was in order to bring Ilie_nto harmony with every quality of the moon that her daily routine wa_rdered.
But beyond such minuteness of detail is the grand character of the Moon, whic_s threefold. For she is Artemis or Diana, sister of the Sun, a shining Virgi_oddess; then Isis-initiatrix, who brings to man all light and purity, and i_he link of his animal soul with his eternal self; and she is Persephone o_roserpine, a soul of double nature, living half upon earth and half in Hades, because, having eaten the pomegranate offered her by its lord, her mothe_ould not bring her wholly back to earth; and thirdly, she is Hecate, a thin_ltogether of Hell, barren, hideous and malicious, the queen of death and evi_itchcraft. 
All these natures are combined in woman. Artemis is unassailable, a being fin_nd radiant; Hecate is the crone, the woman past all hope of motherhood, he_oul black with envy and hatred of happier mortals; the woman in the fullnes_f life is the sublime Persephone, for whose sake Demeter cursed the field_hat they brought forth no more corn, until Hades consented to restore her t_arth for half the year. So this "moon" of the ancients has a tru_sychological meaning, as sound to-day as when the priest of Mithras slew th_ull; she is the soul, not the eternal and undying sun of the true soul, bu_he animal soul which is a projection of it, and is subject to change an_orrow, to the play of all the forces of the universe, and whose "redemption"
is the solution of the cosmic problem. For it is the seed of the woman tha_hall bruise the serpent's head; and this is done symbolically by every woma_ho wins to motherhood.
Others may indeed be chaste unto Artemis, priestesses of a holy and ineffabl_ite; but with this exception, failure to attain the appointed goal bring_hem into the dark side of the moon, the cold and barren house of Hecate th_ccursed.
It will be seen how wide is the range of these ideas, how sensitive is th_ormula of woman, that can touch such extremes, springing often from one t_he other in a moment — according to the nature of the influence then at wor_pon her.
Cyril Grey had once said, speaking at a Woman's Suffrage Meeting:
"Woman has no soul, only sex; no morals, only moods; her mind is mob-rule; therefore she, and she only, ought to Vote."
He had sat down amid a storm of hisses; and received fourteen proposals o_arriage within the next twenty-four hours. 
Ever since the beginning of the second stage of the Great Experiment, Ilie_ad become deffinitely a Spirit of the Moon While Cyril was with her, sh_eflected him, she clung to him, she was one with him, Isis to his Osiris, sister as well as spouse; and every thought of her mind being but the harmoni_f his, there was no possibility of any internal disturbance.
But now she was torn suddenly from her support; she could not even speak t_er man; and she discovered her own position as the mere centre of a_xperiment.
She knew now that she was not of scientific mind; that her aspirations to th_nknown had been fully satisfied by mere love; and that she would have bee_uch happier in a commonplace cottage. It says much for the personality o_ister Clara, and the force of her invocations, that this first impulse neve_ame to so much as a word. But the priestess of Artemis took hold of he_lmost with the violence of a lover, and whisked her away into a langui_cstasy of reverie. She communicated her own enthusiasm to the girl, and kep_er mind occupied with dreams, faery-fervid, of uncharted seas of glory o_hich her galleon might sail, undiscovered countries of spice and sweetness, Eldorado and Utopia and the City of God.
The hour of the rising of the moon was always celebrated by an invocation upo_he terrace consecrated to that planet. A few minutes earlier Iliel rose an_athed, then dressed herself in the robes, and placed upon her head th_rescent-shaped tiara, with its nine great moonstones. In this the younge_irls took turns to assist her. When she was ready, she joined the other girl, and together they went down to the terrace, where Sister Clara would be read_o begin the invocations. 
Of course, owing to the nature of the ceremony, it took place an hour late_very day; and at first Iliel found a difficulty in accommodating herself t_he ritual. The setting of the moon witnessed a second ceremony, directly fro_hich she retired to her bed. It was part of the general theory of th_peration thus to keep her concealed and recumbent for the greater part of th_ay; which, as has been seen, really lasted nearer 25 hours than 24.
But with soft singing and music, or with the recital of slow voluptuou_oetry, her natural disinclination to sleep was overcome, and she began t_njoy the delicious laziness of her existence, and to sleep the clock roun_ithout turning in her bed. She lived almost entirely upon milk, and cream, and cheese soft-curded and mild, with little crescent cakes made of rye wit_hite of egg and cane sugar; as for meat, venison, as sacred to the huntres_rtemis, was her only dish. But certain shell-fish were permitted, and al_oft and succulent vegetables and fruits.
She put on flesh rapidly; the fierce, active, impetuous girl of October, wit_aut muscles and dark-flushed mobile face, had become pale, heavy, languid, and indifferent to events, all before the beginning of February.
And it was early in this month that she was encouraged by her first wakin_ision of the Moon. Naturally her sleep had already been haunted by this ide_rom the beginning; it could hardly have been otherwise with the inveterat_ersistence of the ceremonies. The three women always chanted a sacre_entence, _Epelthon Epeltho_rtemis_[](http://hermetic.com/crowley/moonchild/mc14.html#_ftn1) continuously for an hour after her couching; and then one of them went o_hile the others slept. They would each take a shift of three hours. The word_ere rather droned than sung, to an old magical chant, which Sister Clara, who was half Greek, half  Italian, born of a noble family of Mitylene, had inherited from some of the women of the island at her initiation as _oung girl into some of their mysteries. They claimed that it had come dow_naltered from the great singers of history. It was a drowsy lilt, yet in i_as a current of fierce heat like that of the sun, and an undertone of sobbin_ike the sea.
So Iliel's dreams were always of the moon. If the watcher beheld trouble upo_er face, as if disturbing influences were upon her, she would breathe softl_n her ear, and bring her thoughts back to the infinite calm which was desire_or her.
For Cyril Grey in devising the operation had by no means been blind to th_angers involved in choosing a symbol so sensitive as Luna. There is all th_niverse between her good and evil sides; in the case of a comparativel_imple and straightforward planet like Saturn, this is not the case. And th_lanets with a backbone are far easier to control. If you once get Mars going, so to speak, it is easy to make him comply with Queensberry rules; but th_oon is so passive that the slightest new influence throws her entirely out.
And, of course, the calmer the pool the bigger the splash! Hence, in order t_raw down to Iliel only the holiest and serenest of the lunar souls, n_recaution could be too great, no assiduity too intense.
The waking vision which came to her after about a month of the changed routin_as of good cheer and great encouragement.
It was an hour after sunset; the night was curiously warm, and a soft breez_lew from the sea. It was part of the duty of Iliel to remain in th_oonlight, with her gaze and her desire fixed upon the orb, whenever possible.
From her room a stairway led  to a tall turret, circular, with a glas_ome, so as to favour all such observations. But on this night the garde_empted her. Nox erat et caelo fulgebat Luna sereno inter minora sidera. Th_oon hung above Capri, two hours from her setting. Iliel held her vigil upo_he terrace, by the side of the basin of the fountain. When the moon was no_isible, she would always replace her by looking upon the sea, or upon stil_ater, for these have much in common with the lunar influence.
Something — she never knew what — drew her eyes from the moon to the water.
She was so placed that the reflexion appeared in the basin, at the very edg_f the marble, where the water flowed over into the little rivulets tha_oursed the terrace. There was a tremulous movement, almost like a timid kiss, as the water touched the edge.
And, to the eye of Iliel, it seemed as if the trembling of the moon's imag_ere a stirring of vitality.
The thought that followed was a mystery. She said that she looked up, as i_ecalled to her vigil, and found that the moon was no longer in the sky. No_ndeed was there any sky; she was in a grotto whose walls, fantasticall_raped with stalactites, glimmered a faint purplish blue — very much th_ffect, she explained, of luminous paint. She looked down again; the basin wa_one; at her feet was a young fawn, snow-white, with a collar of silver. Sh_as impelled to read the engraving upon the collar, and was able to make ou_hese words:
Siderum regina bicornis audi,
Iliel had learnt no Latin. But these words were not only Latin, but the Lati_f Horace; and they were exactly appropriate to the nature of the Great  Experiment, "Luna" she had heard, and "regina"; and she might have guessed
"puellas" and even "siderum"; but that is one thing, and an accurate quotatio_rom the Carmen Saeculare is another. Yet they stood in her mind as if she ha_lways known them, perhaps even as if they were innate in her. She repeate_loud:
"Siderum regina bicornis audi,
"List, o moon, o queen of the stars, two-horned,
List to the maidens!"
At the time, she had, of course, no idea of the meaning of the words.
When she had read the inscription, she stroked the fawn gently; and, lookin_p, perceived that a child, clad in a kirtle, with a bow and quiver slung fro_er shoulders, was standing by her.
But the vision passed in a flash; she drew her hand across her brow, as if t_uscultate her mental condition, for she had a slight feeling of bewilderment.
No, she was awake; for she recognized the sacred oak under which she wa_tanding. It was only a few paces from the door of the temple where she wa_riestess. She remembered perfectly now: she had come out to bid the heral_low his horn. And at that moment its mountainous music greeted her.
But what was this? From every tree in the wood, from every blade of grass, from under every stone, came running little creatures in answer to th_ummons. They were pale, semi-transparent, with oval (but rather flattened) heads quite disproportionately large, thin, match-like bodies and limbs, an_nake-like tails attached to the base of their skulls. They wer_xtraordinarily light and active on their feet,  and the tails kept up _ashing movement. The whole effect was comic, at the first sight; one migh_ave said tadpoles on stilts.
But a closer inspection stayed her laughter. Each of these creatures had _ingle eye, and in this eye was expressed such force and energy that it wa_errifying. The effect was heightened by the sagacity, the occult and profoun_nowledge of all possible things, which dwelt behind those fiery wills. In th_arriage of the head was something leonine as well as serpentine; there wa_xtraordinary pride and courage to match the fierce persistency.
Yet there seemed no object in the movements of these strange beings; thei_mmense activity was unintelligible. It seemed as if they were going throug_hysical exercises — yet it was something more than that. At one moment sh_ancied that she could distinguish leaders, that this was a body of troop_eing rallied to some assault.
And then her attention was distracted. From her feet arose a swan, and too_ing over the forest. It must have been there for a long time, for it had lai_n egg directly between her sandalled feet. She suddenly realized that she wa_readfully hungry. She would go into the temple and have the egg fo_reakfast. But no sooner had she picked it up than she saw that it, like th_ollar of the fawn in her dream, was inscribed with a Latin sentence. She rea_t aloud: the words were absolutely familiar. They were those of the labaru_f Constantine "In hoc signo vinces." "In this sign thou shalt conquer." Bu_er,eyes gave the lie to her ears; for the word "signo" was spelt "Cygno"! Th_hrase was then a pun — " In this Swan thou shalt conquer." At the time sh_id not understand; but she was sure of the spelling, when she came afterward_o report her vision to Sister Clara. 
It then came into her mind that this egg was a great treasure, and that it wa_er duty to guard it against all comers; and at the same moment she saw tha_he creatures of the wood — "sons of the oak" she called them instinctively — were advancing toward her.
She prepared to fight or fly. But, with a fearful crackling, the lightning — which was, in the strange way of dreams, identical with the oak — burst i_very direction, enveloping her with its blaze; and the crash of the thunde_as the fall of the oak. It struck her to the ground. The world went ou_efore her eyes, dissolved into a rainbow rush of stars; and she heard th_houts of triumph of the "sons of the oak" as they dashed forward upon he_avished treasure. "Mitos ho Theos!" they shouted — Sister Clara did not know, or would not tell, its meaning.
As the iridiscent galaxy in which she was floating gradually faded, she becam_ware that she was no longer in the wood, but in a strange city. It wa_rowded with men and women, of many a race and colour. In front of her was _mall house, very poor and squalid, in whose doorway an old man was sitting. _ong staff was by his side, leaning against the door; and at his feet was _antern — was it a lantern? It was more like the opposite of one; for in th_ull daylight it burned, and shed forth rays of darkness. The ancient wa_ressed in grey rags; his long unkempt hair and beard had lacked a barber fo_any a day. But his right arm was wholly bare, and around it was coiled _erpent, gold and green, with a triple crown sparkling with ruby, sapphire, and with it he was engraving a great square tablet of emerald. 
She watched him for some time; when he had finished, he went away with th_taff, and the lamp, and the tablet, to the sea shore. Along the coast h_roceeded for some time, and came at last to a cave. Iliel followed him to it_arkest corner; and there she saw a corpse lying. Strangely, it was the bod_f the old scribe himself. It came to her very intensely that he had tw_odies, and that he always kept one of them buried, for safety. The old scrib_eft the tablet upon the breast of the dead man, and went very quickly out o_he cave.
But Iliel remained to read what was written.
It was afterwards translated by Cyril Grey, and there is no need to give th_riginal.
"Utter the Word of Majesty and Terror!
True without lie, and certain without error,
And of the essence of The Truth. I know
The things above are as the things below,
The things below are as the things above,
To wield the One Thing's Thaumaturgy — Love.
As all from one sprang, by one contemplation,
So all from one were born, by permutation.
Sun sired, Moon bore, this unique Universe;
Air was its chariot, and Earth its nurse.
Here is the root of every talisman
Of the whole world, since the whole world began.
Here is the fount and source of every soul.
Let it be spilt on earth! its strength is whole.
Now gently, subtly, with thine Art conspire
To fine the gross, dividing earth and fire.
Lo! it ascendeth and descendeth, even
And swift, an endless band of earth and heaven;
Thus it receiveth might of duplex Love,
The powers below conjoined with those above,
So shall the glory of the world be thine
And darkness flee before thy SOVRAN shrine.
This is the strong strength of all strength; surpass
The subtle and subdue it; pierce the crass
And salve it; so bring all things to their fated
Perfection: for by this was all created. 
O marvel of miracle! O magic mode!
All things adapted to one circling code!
Since three parts of all wisdom I may claim,
Hermes thrice great, and greatest, is my name.
What I have written of the one sole Sun,
His work, is here divined, and dared, and done."
In this obscure and antique oracle, so Simon Iff himself subsequently agreed, the secret of the Universe is revealed to those who are worthy to partake o_t.
Iliel could not understand a word of what was written, but she realized tha_t must be valuable, and, taking the tablet, she hid it in her robe and cam_ut of the cave. Then she saw that the coast was changed: it was the familia_osilippo which hung above her, and she could see Vesuvius away to the right.
She turned to breast the steep slope between her and the road, when she foun_erself confronted by something that she could not see. She had only a feelin_hat it was black, that it was icy cold, and that it wished to take the table_rom her. Her first sentiment was that of acute hatred and repulsion; but th_hing, whatever it was, seemed so wretched, that she felt she would like t_elp it. Then she suddenly glowed hot — the arms of Abdul Bey were round her, and his face was looking into hers. She dropped the tablet hastily; she wa_ack again in a ball-room somewhere, thousands of miles and thousands of year_way. And then she saw the moon, near her setting, over Capri; she was on th_errace, seated on the ground, perfectly awake, but with the silver crescen_rom her hair lying upon the marble before her.
Sister Clara, on her knees beside her, was trying to decipher the scratche_hat she had made.
"That is the writing on the tablet," said Iliel, as if Sister Clara alread_new all about it, "that the old man hid in the cave." 
It was now the hour for her to cradle her limbs in slumber; but, while th_onotonous chant of her hand-maidens wooed the soft air, Cyril Grey an_rother Onofrio were at work upon the inscription.
Almost until dawn they toiled; and, down in another villa, another labou_eached its climax. Arthwait had finished his Grimoire. He was just in time.
For the great operation of necromancy should properly begin on the second da_f the waning of the moon, and there were nine previous days of most arduou_reparation, no longer of the materials, but of the sorcerers themselves.
They must eat dog's flesh, and black bread baked without salt or leaven, an_hey must drink unfermented grape-juice — the vilest of all black magica_oncoctions, for it implies the denial of the divine beatitude, and affirm_od to be a thing of wood. There were many other precautions also to be taken.
The atmosphere of the charnel must be created about them; they must abstai_rom so much as the sight of women; their clothing might not be changed eve_or an hour, and its texture was to be that of cerements, for, filching th_rave-clothes from corpses of the unassoiled, they must wrap themselve_losely round in them, with some hideous travesty of the words of the Buria_ervice.
A visit to the Jewish graveyard put them in possession of the necessar_arments; and Arthwait's palinode upon the "resurrection unto damnation" lef_n each mind due impression of the ghastliness of their projected rite.
And, in Paris, Douglas, smashing the neck of a bottle of whisky on the edge o_he table, was drinking the good health of his visitor, an American woman o_he name of Cremers.
Her squat stubborn figure was clad in rusty-black clothes, a man's except fo_he skirt; it was  surmounted by a head of unusual size, and still mor_nusual shape, for the back of the skull was entirely flat, and the lef_rontal lobe much more developed than the right; one could have thought tha_t had been deliberately knocked out of shape, since nature, fond, it may be, of freaks, rarely pushes asymmetry to such a point.
There would have been more than idle speculation in such a theory; for she wa_he child of hate, and her mother had in vain attempted every violence agains_er before her birth.
The face was wrinkled parchment, yellow and hard; it was framed in short, thick hair, dirty white in colour; and her expression denoted that the utmos_unning and capacity were at the command of her rapacious instincts. But he_overty was no indication that they had served her; and those primitiv_ualities had in fact been swallowed up in the results of thei_isappointment. For in her eye raved bitter a hate of all things, born of th_elfish envy which regarded the happiness of any other person as an outrag_nd affront upon her. Every thought in her mind was a curse — against God, against man, against love, or beauty, against life itself. She was _ombination of the witch-burner with the witch; an incarnation of the spiri_f Puritanism, from its sourness to its sexual degeneracy and perversion.
Douglas put the broken glass to his mouth, and gulped down a bumper of whisky.
Then he offered the bottle to his visitor. She refused by saying that it
"played hell with the astral body," and asked her host to give her the pric_f the drink instead. Douglas laughed like a madman — a somewhat disguste_adman, for in him was some memory of his former state, and even his fall ha_een comparatively decent, the floor of his hell a ceiling to her heaven.
 But he had a use for the hag, and he contemptuously tossed her a franc.
She crawled over the floor, like some foul insect, in search of it, for it ha_olled to a corner; and, having retrieved it, she forgot her mannis_ssumptions in her excitement at the touch of silver, and thrust it into he_tocking.