Treadwells and Secret Chief Talks

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Wednesday, Sept 28
William Lilly, Planetary Magic and Divination
7.15 for 7.30 pm £5.00
John Frawley

Saturday 1 October
Dracula Versified: A SECOND Launch Performance Night
Mark Jeoffroy and the Alchemia Press
7.15 for 7.30 pm start.
Free, but booking required.
A second performance of cutting edge art and poetry inspired by Bram Stoker. Performed and discussed by Mark Jeoffroy. This extravagant performance event is free of charge, but is strictly limited to places reserved in advance. The evening will include a showing of slidesPlease book well ahead, as even this second date is expected to sell out.

Tuesday, October 4
Queerness and the Acts of Sex Magic
7.15 for 7.30 pm start £5.00
James Butler, Practitioner
Sex Magic: a topic that gets your attention instantly. Treadwell's have had, for the past two years, an annual series of talks presenting perspectives, polemics, and philosophies of sex magic. This year's series is launched by James Butler, whose thoughts on queerness as it applies to sex magic are certain to shake up conventional thinking. James Butler is a practitioner of magical arts of the Thelemic and Wiccan persuasions, who is also a critical thinker and a prolific writer. Those familiar with his critiques of chaos magic and the more conventional applications of queer theory know that this is going to be a lively night. The talk will be followed by a seminar-style discussion and sharing of ideas from practitioners several contemporary magical traditions. All are invited to contribute from the floor - these discussions have always been exciting, fruitful and thought-provoking. As is usual at Treadwell's, a drinks party on the shop floor follows.

Wednesday, October 5
Crowley's Amalantrah Working
7.15 for 7.30 pm start £5.00
By Michael Staley (Typhonian OTO)
£5.00
Early in 1918, whilst in New York, Aleister Crowley received a communication - via Roddie Minor, his Scarlet Woman of the time - from an entity calling itself ‘Amalantrah’. Seances followed, where Crowley with a small group re-contacted Amalantrah, usually questioning him about his affairs of the coming week. The answers were often obscure, couched in Tarot cards, gematria, geomantic symbols, Yi King hexagrams, and the like. Seances continued until June that year, then Crowley continued communications with Amalantrah during his magical retirement on Aesopus Island, along the Hudson River. Crowley considered these contacts as a continuation of the Abuldiz working, later concluding both were initiated by Aiwass. Fom some of the seances arose Crowley’s drawing of Lam; during the later magical retirement he explored past lives, and invoked Amalantrah to help him with his reworking of Legge’s translation of the Yi King. This evening, Michael Staley will analyse the working and discuss its value for those working magically almost seventy years later. Michael Staley is a prominent member of the Typhonian O.T.O., edits the well-respected journal ‘Starfire’, and is a founder of Starfire Publishing Ltd.

Sunday, October 9, 2005
CUNNING HEDGEWITCH WORKSHOP IV: BREWING MAGICAL BEER
By Rob Hadden, 2-6 pm £18.00

Tuesday, October 11
Issues in Sexuality and Magic, from Tantra
7.15 for 7.30 pm start £5.00
Phil Hine, Practitioner and Writer

Wednesday, October 12
Planetary Magic in the Renaissance: Marsilio Ficino
6.15 for 6.30 start £5.00
Dr Angela Voss, University of Kent
NOTE early start time

Friday, 14 October
Surrealism Night: Readings, Art More
7.15 for 7.30 pm start £3.00
The London Surrealist Group

Tuesday, October 18
The Symbols in Alchemy
7.15 for 7.30 pm start £5.00
Paul Cowlan

Wednesday 5th October - Mark Jeoffroy
"Dracula And The Girl In The Cartwheel Hat"
Mark, poet, printer and painter, will explore the legend of the vampire, with particular reference to Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'. In addition, he will read his own, new, short story, inspired by a tantalizing episode from the Stoker novel.

Wednesday 19th October - George Sieg
"Cainite Gnosis And The Left Hand Path"
George, author of the recently-published Cainite Grimoire 'Liber Niger Legionis' (Black Book Of The Legion) comments on antinomian gnosis in historical and modern manifestations, as well as its influence on, and relationship to, the magickal tradition of the LHP. The talk includes practical suggestions on demonology and magick and remarks on the creation of the grimoire.

Mysteries of Mithras (Review)

Mysteries of Mithras: the pagan belief that shaped the Christian world. By Payam Nabarz,
Inner Traditions, 2005 isbn 1594770271 $14.95 approx £14.99, 230pp, heavily illustrated.

This is an engaging and entertaining book encompassing the author’s personal journey into the magick of a Roman mystery cult. The author, who has an Iranian background, was drawn to the schema of initiatory work, as set out in Aleister Crowley’s Liber Astarte. The idea of this particular practice is to counteract the overly intellectual character of the western mystoi, to thereby activate a more devotional mind set. Many on this path find it useful to work in a tradition that already possesses some form of cultural resonance. It was for this reason that the author chose to work with Mithraism. This book is one of the fruits of that labour. Not surprisingly the book therefore presents a lively combination of mystical insight and academic research.

The first half of the book sets out the basics of the Mithraic history and iconography. This section is a mine of interesting information, perhaps a little breathless in delivery; only occasionally inaccurate, well illustrated and often thought provoking. It is here that the author sets out certain facts concerning the influence of Mithraism on Early Christian iconography. In reality this is a minor component of the book, although the one that the publisher, rather misleadingly in my opinion, chooses to make the book’s chief selling point. Personally I wasn’t too convinced by this line of reasoning. I agree that Mithraism had some impact on Christianity after its rise to Roman state religion in the third century. However I cannot see how this justifies the conclusion that it shaped the Christian world – surely if anything, Christianity shaped the Christian world?

The book’s real core is the revivalist material, where over several chapters, the author sets out the main components of the cult. Here it adheres as much as sources will allow, to the inner workings of the Roman cult. Thus there is a chapter on the celebrated ‘Mithras Liturgy’ – a sorcerous rite used by the mage, whose library of magical books was only discovered in the last century, after two millennia buried in the sands of the desert. Into this mix, the author adds some material from the Persian manifestation of the cult, with a chapter on the pre-Zoroastrian goddess Anahita. This does much to correct the false impression that the cult of Mithras is only for the macho.

Some of these themes continue in what is undoubtedly the core of the book, a modern reconstruction of the seven fold initiatory schema of Mithraism. Archaeological and textual records demonstrate that the cult shared the classical world’s obsession with the symbolism of the number seven – seven stars in the starry plough, seven steps to heaven, seven Hathos etc., etc. Perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised that the actual details of a mystery cult are now lost to us. So the author uses whatever is to hand, grafting material from classical and Persian sources, and indeed where necessary reusing contemporary magical material, until the result is a pleasing revivalist version. I sometimes found it a little hard to see the join. Also, although the material works well as a literary fugue, I wasn’t sure how it would pan out as an actual set of ritual workings? The rubric was a tad confusing. But I for one was happy to just read it as a literary creation - which is indeed a form of trance or meditation work. Anything else and I wouldn’t be sure if I was supposed to be breaking off from the train of thought, to put more wood on the bonfire. Seen this way, this book did take me on an interesting and thoughtful excursion into the uncharted territory. - [mogg]

The Grammar Of Witchcraft

David w. Parry M.A.

Copyrights © 09/2005

Preface

It is with a certain sense of trepidation that I begin this opening comment, since so many dear friends have helped me write this tale of theological witchcraft. Some have already passed into the Summer Land and are so illustrious that I scarcely dare to mention them, although it is impossible to compose modern English letters without their influence. My debt to these ancestors is overwhelming, which is why I name their names while genuflecting in due reverence to; Christopher Marlowe, Charles Dickens, Robert Graves, D. H. Lawrence, Aldous Huxley, Virginia Woolf and Iain Sinclair, being ever mindful of their pre- eminence. Others are theologians, and although perhaps as illustrious in their own way are less formidable for that very reason. I include; William Law, Dean Inge, Alex Saunders, Dr. Robert McTeigue S.J, along with the incomparable Alan Watts. Still other friends have helped me with their expertise, patience, proof-reading abilities as well as personal generosity, including Piotr Brzuziewski (without whose loyal friendship life in London would be radically depleted), Katon Shual, Elizabeth Armstrong-Rosser, Glyn Paflin, Anthony Gideon, Luke Rutherford, the Reverend Presley Sutherland and his husband David Bedella, Colin Wiscombe, Sergey Ponomarenko - my inspiration and sparring partner, and Master of the strict observance, Ms. Jacqueline Hackett. Lastly, I need to mention the unfailing support of Mr. Michael Gray who, through every trial and tribulation, has remained a steadfast companion.

I have no further initial remarks to make except that the grammar of witchcraft is a key to the Universitas Litterarum, which allows us to penetrate into the mysteries of the Pleroma itself. Blessed be Jessie Thompson, wherever you are.

Spirits are like numbers. They are both in nature and above nature. English witches have known this since the time of Good King Bladud. It was the type of unsettling knowledge that kept us constitutionally separated from the heavily industrialised cities. Separate and close to the forests. Apart that is from the city of Liverpool where nearly everything seems visceral. Even the overpoweringly Christian architecture embodies a rare and richly dynamic quality. Perhaps that's why entering Liverpool always feels like a threshold experience.

For Caliban this city continually held unexpected initiations. On this occasion he had been invited to a lesbian wedding because of his apparently ironic belief that love and sex were antithetical. Strangely enough the happy couple thought he had a point. But at that precise moment in time it didn't really matter. He was early. Hours early as usual, and the wrong side of the river Mersey. From where he stood, he could see the Liver-birds glinting in the sky like phoenix twins already aflame with regeneration. Burning and aflame. That's why they personified a community which still had all the restless tactile energy of adolescent libido, even after all these centuries. It was then, with a similar sense of energised frustration that Caliban passed an hour or two by walking along the rivers embankment, trying to find a bench to sit on and orientate himself. Possibly this was the entire problem, apart from his fucking hang over. His gaydar needed a sense of provincial perspective.

As if by coincidence, he noticed a Scouse mother and young daughter also looking for a seat. "Christ!", they were a sight more than a vision. Mother Scouse was as pale as unused parchment. Little light lingered in her weary eyes. She looked old, decades before her dotage and was physically bent double like Shakespeare's crone Sycorax.. It was as though her own body was trying to finally break the years of bad fortune in two, like a dry forgotten wishbone. Brittle dirty hair protruded from her head, similar in colour to the tethered twigs of a bisom broom and with roughly the same texture. From a distance it looked as though evil forces nestled there, settled and twisting in their surly incarceration. Once they would have been called "elf locks" and treated with a slight revulsion. Nowadays it just seemed unfashionable. These powers took their revenge however, by making Mother Scouse's legs puffy with oedema, grotesquely contrasting with her spindly upper half. To cap it all, she wore a faded football scarf around her neck smelling of rancid defeat.

Her daughter, on the other hand, was immaculate. A fairy creature from a nursery- rhyme world. Not a single speck of dust settled on her. She was clean, sallow skinned, blue-eyed and with hair like reddening autumn leaves. Caliban wasn't certain whether it was a case of gentrification or parental projection. "Coooohhh!". He heard the girl begging her mother to feed the single bedraggled pigeon nearby, so after finding a corporation bench to sit on, they threw some bread at the ground to attract the birds' balding attention. Almost out of nowhere a flock of plump, moth-eaten pigeons were soon staggering in their direction. The girl gurgled with delight and threw some more bread at the ground. Then she noticed that one of the pigeons had very distinctive markings and stood out among the rest:

"Look mummy, that one's ugly and not like the others. Its different".

The young mother peered over:

"That's the evil one. Be careful. Run away quickly."

The girl squealed with mock horror and ran back to the false comforts of her mother.

Caliban was stunned at the remark and stared at them. They didn't notice. He suddenly realised that this was one of the ways in which crippling intolerance was passed on by morally bankrupt parents from one generation to the next. Their own unresolved bile unconsciously expressed in ways that were bound to blind the next generation to compassion. After all, ignorance could be transmitted as well as wisdom, under the guise of kisses and cuddles. Mother Scouse wanted someone to be on her side. Anyone really. She wanted life to be fair but had never thought about its intrinsic inhumanity. Perhaps he should say something? He looked in their direction but it was already too late. Daughter scouse had tired of pigeons and so, collecting themselves, they waddled further down the river side.

Being different has always been considered evil. Caliban knew that natural witches have had to endure this thoughtless prejudice for centuries. As homosexuals and lesbians, we were seen as sexual deviants, even though everything that made us alien to Christendom gave us power. In a sense, our sexuality offered an unspoken challenge to the repressed communities surrounding us, while saving us from the self-contempt plaguing our neighbours. They were like the bushes of a poorly planted hedgerow, whose roots vengefully strangled and painfully suffocated each other in a desperate fight for survival. Their branches haunted by back biting weasels and bickering bats, ready to astrally scratch and claw anyone who disturbed them. Every now and again their inherited anxieties oozed out the poisonous sap of persecution. First it tainted the Jews, then us, finally staining their own speculative books. But our magic protected us from the domestic vacuity stifling their unpleasantly intertwined lives. Our very strangeness insulated us from the inauthenticity that mutilated their pleasures. We had distinctive rules about gender equality, cleanliness and food, which told us their groundless ways would lead to madness. As witches we insisted that placing solar consciousness on a pedestal above nature necessarily led to a radical disrespect for the Greater Family of Life, and we have been proved right. The Church Fathers ignored our warnings at their peril. Centuries ago, Sir Francis Bacon rebelled against them to save our Coven from further threat, and in the due course of time Charles Darwin himself took up our Naturalists torch. We adapted, while their insincere world was only postponing its inevitable decay.

Musing on this ancestral paradox, Caliban wondered why it seemed that everyone these days thought they were different. Maybe particularly in Liverpool. In reality they were only different like everybody else. Another irony. To add insult to injury, if someone was actually different, in the sense of kind hearted or generous like his lesbian friends, their distinctiveness somehow overshadowed the light of their virtue to the people around them. "Oh, sweet Jesus", his head wouldn't stop pounding as though a Scots military band in full procession was marching through his brain. He felt vaguely nauseous. Fuck this hang over and f**k history, he needed to find the girls and get a hair of the dog at this f**king wedding.

Continued next time

Bull of Ombos: Seth Egyptian Magick
by Mogg Morgan

vol II 1869928873 356pp, 152x229mm, 78 illustrations £13.99/$25 in paperback original

Naqada is a sleepy little town in Upper Egypt, that gives its name to a crucial period in the prehistory of Egypt. In 1895, William Matthew Flinders Petrie, the ‘father’ of Egyptian archaeology, stumbled upon a necropolis, belonging to a very ancient city of several thousand inhabitants. With Petrie’s usual luck, he’d made yet another archaeological find of seismic proportions – not just an ancient city a quarter the size of Ur in Mesopotamia, a rare enough find, but the capital of the earliest state established in Egypt! Petrie’s fateful walk through the desert led him to a lost city, known to the Greeks as Ombos, the Citadel of Seth. Seth, the Hidden God, once ruled in this ancient place before it was abandoned to the sands of the desert. All this forbidden knowledge was quickly reburied in academic libraries, where its stunning magical secrets had lain, largely unrevealed, for more than a century - until now.

Contents: Gold in the desert / Sethians and Osirians compared / Cannibalism / Temple of Seth / Seth’s Town / Seth as Bull of Ombos / Hathor / The names of Seth / Animals of Seth / Seth - the red ochre god / Seth and Horus / Opening the mouth / Seven / The Boat / Heka Hekau / Magical activities / Cakes of Light / Magick as use and misuse of the funeral rite / Re-emergence of the Hidden God / Five useful Appendices / Extended bibliography /Glossary /

The author’s previous books include the critically acclaimed: Tankhem: Seth Egyptian Magick; Ayurveda: Medicine of the Gods, The English Mahatma (a Tankhem novel) and as ( ‘Katon Shual’) Sexual Magick.

Omphalos (Bath alternative moot) Talks

All talks held at Batheaston Scout Hall, School Lane, Northend, Batheaston 7.30 til 9.00 p.m
Take the Bath turning from the M4 (jct 18) and follow A46 to Bath. At the Bath roundabout take the first left onto the A4 to Batheaston. This becomes Batheaston High St, look for a sharp left up Brow Hill. Continue for about 1/4 of a mile, until you find School Lane. Park at the top and walk down past the Gothic looking school - the Scout Hall is the large modern building straight ahead, although the entrance is up and around to the left. It's easy to find - map on request

Oct. 8th. 2005 Marian Green on Witchcraft, Magic and the Western Mysteries

Marian Green has been working in the field of ceremonial and folk magic since the early 1960s; she has also organised the Quest Conference every March since 1968 to bring together writers and their readers. She has written more than a dozen books on ceremonial magic and aspects of witchcraft as well as editing QUEST magazine since 1970. She is a council member of the Pagan Federation and former editor of Pagan Dawn.

Today Marian writes and teaches, both through The Invisible College at its various locations and at local gatherings of the Green Circle (an open organisation for seekers founded in 1985) . She often speaks at venues like Alternatives at St. James Church, Piccadilly, in London as well as at other national conferences. Since 1986 she has run ! weekend workshops in The Netherlands, often being one of the teachers during a week-long summer school.

Mystical Vampire: The Life and Works of Mabel Collins

by Kim Farnell, 238pp, illustrated. £12.99/$23.99

Reviewed by Mogg

The Theosophical Society still presents many of us on 'the path' with a highly instructive narrative concerning the vicissitudes of magical organisations or 'Orders'. Founded, in the year of Crowley's nativity, it has outlived many of its rivals, although in these, its twilight years, it has become a hereditary clan (See K Paul Johnson 'Hereditary Successors').

One of the Theosophical Society's best selling guides to its ideals is and was Mabel Collins' Light and the Path. This book even made it into the curriculum of Crowley's Argentinum Astrum. Old Crow was obviously a serious admirer, saying of Collins' novel The Blossom and the Fruit, that it was 'probably the best existing account of the theosophical theories presented in dramatic form'. With such admiration I wonder if there is any link between Crowley's 'Star Sapphire' ritual and Collins' novel of the same name, published in 1896? But in the words of this recently published and first ever biography: 'who was Mabel Collins?'

It surprisingly easy for someone as magically connected as Mabel Collins to suddenly sink without trace, submerged by a pseudo-scandal cooked up, in this instance, by the larger than life founder of the Theosophical Society, H P Blavatsky or HPB for short. HPB was the archetypal 'charlatan and magus', setting the theosophical ball rolling, and at the same instance a magical current that eventually gave birth to the Hermetical Order of the Golden Dawn and all of its neo-pagan successors. Cantankerous and addicted to celebrity, she recognised Mabel Collins' talent but eventually dropped her in favour of an even brighter star called Annie Besant. In hindsight many might now wonder how different the fortunes of the TS might have been, if Collins had been able to fulfil her destiny to lead it after the death of its founder. Perhaps even Crowley would have abandoned his own secret pretensions to take over the reins of power (see The Unknown God/Starr 2004)?

I very much liked the Mabel that emerged from this bitter-sweet biography. Of humble origins, she rose far above what the Victorians might have considered her natural station, to become a popular sensationalist novelist. Later she developed her distinctive brand of the spiritual writing - selflessly signing over the copyright to the Theosophical Society, and this, despite their later callous rejection of her. Undaunted, she soldiered on, still writing and campaigning on the related spiritual issues such of anti-vivisection. That animal welfare is a good barometer of a culture's spiritual health is a truth first attested by the rise of Buddhism. It's a remarkable fact that 2500 years ago, the Buddhist emperor Ashoka built hundreds of dispensaries all over his kingdom for human and veterinary medicine - it should tell you a lot about that civilization.

In the end, Mabel was laid low by the vagaries of the publishing world, especially the ad hoc nature of American copyright law, which seemed to allow any number of pirate copies of her novels - at the same time driving her into bankruptcy. Tolkien suffered a similar fate!

Mabel sunk into genteel poverty and obscurity, eventually dying of heart disease, in the Cheltenham home of one of her remaining admirers. If you think she deserves more than that, why not read her story and in the words of the bard:

'So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.'

THE MAGICKAL DILEMMA OF VICTOR NEUBURG'
JEAN OVERTON FULLER (review)

During a small occult Fair at the beginning of 2005 I had discovered that Marc Aitkin who was organising sound and lighting for the event, had also made a short film around a 'what if' future of Victor Neuburg.

Victor Neuburg being best known as Aleister Crowley's disciple and lover but he was also a poet, editor and the man who 'discovered' Dylan Thomas.

The film was screened at the fair, but the impromptu showing didn't do 'Do Angels Ever Cut Themselves Shaving' justice; so we decided to give the film another, more focused viewing.

During preliminary arranging of this screening I discovered Richard McNeffs novel, 'Sybarite among the Shadows'; a strangely similar 'what if' also centred on Victor Neuburg, (similar in intuitive direction that is rather than in execution and result) complete with wartime settings and dedications to Mercury and Thoth respectively. Both of these creative works were initially inspired by a book by Jean Overton Fuller, 'The Magickal Dilemma of Victor Neuburg' Needless to say after encountering the works of the two above artists I very quickly purchased and read Jean Overton Fullers book, to check out the source of such abundant inspiration.

The first part of 'The Magical Dilemma' is centred on Jean in 1935 when she was in her early twenties and she first became part of a circle of poets, which included Dylan Thomas and Pamela Hansford Johnson, and which was formed by Victor Neuburg when he was Poetry Editor of The Sunday Referee.

This part of the book was a joy to read, as it fleshed out many of the names that I have encountered in various books and references over the years; creating a reality from history so to speak. In this first section of 'The Magical Dilemma', we see Victor Neuburg through the eyes of the younger Jean Overton Fuller and gradually realise the impression this gentle soul made upon her. Not simply a strong enough impression to last over the years to the time when she finally wrote this biography, but also powerful enough for her to overcome her personal beliefs and morality in the face of the said sexual and magical behaviour of Neuburg.

Truth to tell, in many ways I would say that Fuller adored Neuburg. That she thought him a good, gentle and talented man is beyond doubt but in many ways a sort of love and idealisation of him on her part comes across in the book that must have made some of the research into Newburg's past difficult for her.

'for me he lit a flame that can never be put out'…

I was intrigued as to the belief system of Fuller, which in some way seems contradictory. On one hand she has a working knowledge of palmistry/astrology and more academic branches of esoteric lore but on the other seemed to have what could be seen as a type of near Christian morality; more than one could explain as being a purely generational thing. Discovering Jean Overton Fuller's Theosophist affiliations clarified this, though the inclusion of Pamela Hansford Jones verbatim views of that period also helped me realise more about the standard morality of that time for women; even women of the more 'bohemian' set of that time.

In later parts of the book, Fuller goes more into the life of Neuburg, and particularly his relationship, both sexual and magical, with Crowley. The conflict of her obvious fondness for Neuburg, with detailing his relationship with someone like A.C whom she saw as an 'inflated pseudo messiah' and as 'exceedingly coarse' with near no redeeming features becomes obvious at points, though she generally retains the degree of professionalism necessary to rise above this, introducing statements from those she respects such as Gerald Yorke who retained a high opinion of A.C.

Whilst 'The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg' book did not take me to the same places of imaginative and creative exploration as it did Marc Aitkin and Richard NcNeff, I still found it to be an interesting and stimulating book. I wont deny that some of the opinions and perspectives of Jean Fuller differ from my own, however this didn't detract from my enjoyment of the book as anything that triggers a process of thought and evaluation can only be a good thing!

Reading 'The Magical Dilemma of Victor Neuburg' caused me to re examine dynamics of creative magical relationships in general, as well as mulling over some fundamental aspects of the contemporary magical community that are well worth looking at. It also painted a very loving and more complete image of Victor Neuburg who for many years has existed only as a vague shadowy outline along with others of Aleister Crowley's associates and lovers in my minds eye, and this is a great thing as even in death AC has been allowed to reduce those who helped create the magick of that time, and this is something that has long needed rectifying.

One of the most poignant parts of the book was a quote given by Preston; 'Victor…was a dead man; he gave up magic and spent the whole of his life feeling he was not doing what he was meant to be doing' Jean Overton Fullers book shows that Victor Neuburg never gave up magic…just changed the way in which he performed it and without Crowley remained a creative, wondrous and spiritual man in his own right.

I think the best close for this review is a verse from 'The Epilogue' in Victor Neuburg's collection of poetry,'Triumph' of Pan, dedicated to A.C.

Because the fulfilment of dreams is itself but a
dream,
There is no end save the song, and song is the end;
And here with a sheet of songs bareheaded I stand,
And the light is fled from mine eyes, and the sword
from my hand
Is fallen; the years have left me a fool, and the gleam
Is vanished from life, and the swift years sear me
And rend.'

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