In this second part of Crowley’s autobiography, the focus is on a period of his life when he was traveling and exploring various spiritual paths in the process. It is almost like a travelogue from an occult perspective. Throughout the section, he unreservedly shares his opinions on the various cultures he encounters. There is one passage in particular where he compares his view of Americans with Europeans.
The psychology of these people really interested me. They had no experience of the kind of man who knows all the tricks but refuses to cheat. Their world was composed of sharps and flats. It is the typical American conception; the use of knowledge is to get ahead of the other fellow, and the question of fairness depends on the chance of detection. We see this even in amateur sport. The one idea is to win. Knowledge for its own sake, pleasure for its own sake, seems to the American mere frivolity. ‘Life is real, life is earnest.’ One of themselves told me recently that the American ideal is attainment, while that of Europe is enjoyment. There is much truth in this, and the reason is that in Europe we have already attained everything, and discovered that nothing is worth while. Unless we live in the present, we do not live at all.
It seems that the assertion that the American ideal is attainment is still valid today. When I hear of the obscene amounts of personal wealth that some individuals have amassed, I cannot help but think that our system of values is flawed. At some point, the accumulation of more stuff does nothing to increase happiness, which for me is important. As I am now in the later stages of life, it is happiness and not stuff that is of value to me.
One idea that Crowley promotes which I am in complete agreement with is that an individual should explore all spiritual paths.
I sailed for Ceylon, chiefly because I had said I would go, certainly not in the hope of assistance from Allan. Perhaps because I had found my feet, he was, as will appear, allowed to guide them, in what seemed at first sight a new Path. I had got to learn that all roads lead to Rome. It is proper, more, it is prudent, more yet, it is educative, for the aspirant to pursue all possible Ways to Wisdom. Thus he broadens the base of his Pyramid, thus he diminishes the probability of missing the method which happens to suit him best, thus he insures against the obsession that the goat-track of his own success is the One Highway for all men, and thus he discounts the disappointment of discovering that he is not the Utter, the Unique, when it becomes plain that Magick, mysticism, and mathematics are triplets, and that the Himalayan Brotherhood is to be found in Brixton.
This was something I learned in my youth. I read a book called The Perennial Philosophy by Aldous Huxley which taught me that various traditions essentially teach similar ideas, but are just presented differently. It was then that I realized that I need to explore all available paths, and to learn as much as possible from each one. It is an approach that has served me well over the years. I still have my old copy of Huxley’s book, and may have to reread it sometime soon. I’m sure it will be a different experience than it was 35 or 40 years ago.
The last thing I want to mention about this part of the book is Crowley’s definition of poetry.
A poem is a series of words so arranged that the combination of meaning, rhythm and rime produces the definitely magical effect of exalting the soul to divine ecstasy. Edgar Allan Poe and Arthur Machen share this view.
This is an excellent definition of poetry. I remember my days taking creative writing classes, and the professor would encourage us to read our poems out loud to ourselves to get a sense of how they sound, the cadence and intonation being critical in the evocation of emotion that the poet seeks to convey. For a while, I attended open mic poetry readings, and learned to appreciate how the spoken word can be vastly different than the written word. One need only attend a great performance of a Shakespeare play to validate this claim.
As I did when I finished Part 1, I will take a short break from this book and read some other stuff before moving on to Part 3. Thanks for stopping by, and always explore life’s paths with an open mind.
5 responses to “The Confessions of Aleister Crowley: Part 2 – The Mystical Adventure”
Now that your 2 parts into this book Jeff is Crowley as crazy as people over decades have made him out to be?
I mean the whole Page living in his castle and the whole occult angle was that drummed up for Zep and their mystique more than anything.
Or is Crowley actually evil? lol
Hmm. Darn good question and not one I feel informed enough to answer at this juncture. He clearly rejects fundamentalist Christianity, which he was brought up in, and embraced the concept of himself as “the Beast 666,” but I’m not sure if this was being evil or just a symbolic rejection of the established religious hierarchies that he sought to replace. What I will say is that he was extremely well educated, and there is a very fine line between genius and insanity. Jim Morrison is another good example. Genius or lunatic? Or both? Sorry I could not provide a tidy response. I know we like to classify people and things as good or evil, right or wrong, us or them, but the truth is things are way more complicated. Lots of grey areas.
Well, enough rambling for now. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Always appreciated 😀
Keep me posted. That’s true as we always want an answer about everything. Is he a lunatic or a genius that’s how we think. Well, that’s how I think. lol
I have been enjoying this series of Crowley from you.
Thanks for digging in and explaining it to me.
LOL – well, just my interpretation. Stay well
I bought into your interpretation, lol