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Hey you.

Yeah you, up there...

I know that you are always watching me.

Watching me wonder through the forest

Making my way through the trees.



But you do not make yourself easily known

I search for you outside

I even checked under a few stones



You are not easy to find

Picking through many sorces

Trying to put together the pieces in my mind



I know that you are there

I see you in the sun

with your ever glowing stare.



I see you in the moon

as I sit under the star lit sky

hoping to be with you soon.



people always tell me

that you are not there

what do they know?

I don't even care



people think that i am wrong

for beliving something so strong

who are they to judge me?

they cant even see



I feel your touch, as I lay to sleep

I close my eyes and smile

knowing my soul is yours to keep



I never believe the stories

I never believe the lies

You are forever my glory

Living everywhere before my eyes.

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WickedWitch
02:59 Dec 31 2011

Damn....I loved this....

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Who are you?

The one that sits alone in the dark

The one that sits there and picks his mind apart.

Wondering through your mind like some endless forest

It seems like for somebody like you

There is no rest



Why do you keep putting yourself through this?

Maybe there is something wrong

Maybe there is something I miss?

It's not so simple for you to speak

Always turning the other cheek



Who are you?

You are not the one that use to be

You are not who you were

You are not the one all see.

I know you wish that things were different

I know things seem very incoherent



Very tense you feel right now

Fighting your anger

Somebody better watch out

GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY, YOU FUCKIN' COW!!



What is going on?

You are always sitting there

Never doing anything

Forever in that chair

You try to get on the right path

But what else can you do?

Light another candle

Take another bath?



Looking in the mirror

Quater till 3

Standing there thinking

Is this really me?

Who are you?

OZ: Liber LXXVII



"the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the

world." AL. II. 21



"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law." AL. I. 40.



"thou has no right but to do thy will. Do that, and no other

shall say nay." AL I. 42-3.



"Every man and every woman is a star." AL. I. 3.



There is no god but man.

1. Man has the right to live by his own law -

to live in the way that he wills to do:

to work as he will:

to play as he will:

to rest as he will:

to die when and how he will.

2. Man has the right to eat what he will:

to drink what he will:

to dwell where he will:

to move as he will on the face of the earth.

3. Man has the right to think what he will:

to speak what he will:

to write what he will:

to draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build as he will:

to dress as he will.

4. Man has the right to love as he will: -

"take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where,

and with whom ye will." - AL. I. 51.

5. Man has the right to kill those who would thwart these rights.

"the slaves shall serve." - AL. II. 58.

"Love is the law, love under will." - AL. I. 57.



ALEISTER CROWLEY

So then self-control is nowise the enemy of Freedom, but

that which maketh it possible. And he who would deliver a muscle

from its bondage to its bone by severing it rendereth that muscle

impotent.

Moreover hear this word: as a muscle is vain, except it be

rightly ordered, so also is thy work to be made easy by uniting

thyself to the Work of the Master, even Therion, whose True Will

it is to bring each Man's work to its perfection. To this end

hath he proclaimed his Law; so also to that end, which is also

thine, do thou add thy little strength to His great might. As it

is written:

And blessing and worship to the Prophet of the lovely Star!

Thou, therefore - go on, go on in my strength, saith the

Lord of the Aeon, and ye shall turn not back for any.

While he thus spoke, I felt constantly in myself a cleansing

of heart; and my stature was increased, because of the

straightening of my nature.

And as I thought thus, mine instructor, perceiving it,

smiled upon me saying: In truth, O Khaled Khan, O child of the

dawn of the Aeon, thou hast divined aright and profited in thy

being by the Law of Thelema. For the Law is a just Law; it

demandeth not the crooked knee of slavery, and the bowed head of

shame. Nay, shouldst thou speak even to the God of gods, stand

thou erect, that thou mayest be one with Him by Love, as He most

surely willeth.

With that word, the walls of the little chamber in the

Temple upon the Mountain-top fell suddenly away from about me,

and I found myself alone in a desert place, strange and remote.

And of that which befell me there may I not now speak. For there

is a Beauty which hath no fitter ornament than Silence.

Know therefore that this Law of Thelema

"Do what thow wilt"



is the first Law ever given to man which is a true Law for all

men in every place and time. All earlier Laws have been partial,

according to the faith of the hearer, or the customs of a people,

or the philosophy of their sages. Nor is there need, with this

Law of Thelema, of threats or promises: for the Law fulfilleth

itself, so that the one reward is Freedom for him who doeth his

will, and the one punishment is Restriction for him that goeth

astray.

Teach thou therefore this Law to all men: for in so far as

they follow it, they cease to hinder thee by their false random

motion; and thou dost well to thyself in doing well to them. And

he most hindereth himself who hindereth others from their Path,

or who constraineth them to some motion improper to their Nature.

Note also this that many men, feeling themselves the

bitterness of Restriction, seek to relieve their own pain by

imposing a like burden upon their fellows: as it were a cripple

who should seek ease by mutilating the bearers of his carriage.

Also, to deny the Law of Thelema is a restriction in

oneself, affirming conflict in the Universe as necessary. It is a

blasphemy against the Self, assuming that its Will is not

necessary (and therefore a noble) part of the Whole. In a word he

who accepts not the Law of Thelema is divided against himself:

that is, he is insane, and the upshot shall be the ruin of the

Unity of his Godhead.

Yet hearken again; the opposition of two movements is not

always evidence of conflict or error. For two opposite points

upon the rim of a wheel move one North, the other South; yet are

they harmonious parts of the same system. And the rowlock which

resisteth the oar hindereth not but aideth the True Will of that

oar.

Now was he silent and my spirit was sore troubled; my face

darkened, for I approached the Mystery of Sin.

But the countenance of my Teacher was glad; and his years

fell from him like a mask; and his voice thrilled with the

rapture of release.



THE MYSTERY OF SIN

"The word of Sin is Restriction. Do what thou wilt shall be

the whole of the Law."

Such were the words of a certain square tablet of brass

which lay upon the hexagonal table beneath the extended

forefinger of mine Instructor. And because he saw that their

sense was partly hidden from me, he called to my memory two other

writings from a compilation of certain Jews of old: "All have

sinned, and come short of the glory of God"; and this: "The

thought of foolishness is sin."

Now did I understand that all men live in sin, being baulked

of their True Will, that is, of the free function of their

essential nature. This restriction cometh much from their

ignorance of what their True Will is, and much from external

hindrance, but most of all from the interference of ill-

controlled parts of their own instruments, the body and mind. For

Freedom is not found in looseness and lack of governance, but in

the right ruling of each individual of the common weal so as to

assure his own well-being no less than that of the whole. And

this effect is to be won by perfect organization under the eye of

an Intelligence adequate to comprehend the general and the

particular need together. The Way of Perfection is thus twofold:

first, the True Will must be consciously grasped by the Mind, and

this Work is akin to that called the attainment of the Knowledge

and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel. Second, as it is

written: "Thou hast no right but to do thy Will," each particle

of energy which the Instrument is able to develop must be

directed to the doing of that Will, and this is one fierce lion

in the way, that until the second task be already far advanced,

the confusion of the instrument is such that it is wholly

incapable to accomplish the first.

Then said my guide: It is well. Learn this also, a great

Mystery and wonderful, that all conflict between the parts of the

Universe springs from this error, and none other. For in our

infinite Space (which is nothing but our boundless range of

possibilities) there is no need that any one should push his

fellow aside. As there is room in Heaven for every Star to pass

upon its Way unchallenged, so also with those Stars of Earth,

which go masked as men and women.

Having read these words with deep attention eleven times, I

besought mine Instructor (for the Maiden had returned to her

Master) that he would clear those things which were dark to my

weak understanding.

"In the Light of the Chart of the Work of the Brotherhood,"

I said, "the Will of the Master, and His Word, are made plain.

But of His hour I know not; and I tremble before the darkness of

this Mystery of Sin."

"Of his hour," answered my teacher, "it is easy to speak.

The Work of our Sister

Helena Petrowna Blavatsky

was inaugurated at the very season of the Birth on Earth of our

Brother the Master whose Word is Thelema, whose Name is yet

hidden under the form of a Lion. For it was most needful to

prepare His Way that He might proclaim His Law in every land that

is upon the surface of the Earth.

"And this work has been done by the Society founded to that

end by our Sister. Yet even so, behold! Full Fifty years have

passed, and only now is the hour of Power come upon our Brother

the Lion to utter His Word with full efficacy to the whole

Earth."

Of this Prophet the Word is

THELEMA (spelled in Greek letters)

Many and marvelous are the mysteries of this Word, and of

the Numeration thereof! Nor may I declare them, save this the

simplest, for the sake of little children:

"Love is the law, love under will."

The chart was suddenly furled close, and mine Instructor

bade me turn: for there had come into that place a maiden like a

golden rose, with curling locks and ruddy, and her breasts were

of bright ivory, and her gait the gait of a young lioness.

Upon her brows flamed a Star Sapphire, and on her cheek was

a stark scar, a circle deep and splendid. In whose hands was a

writing; and smiling she put it into mine.

Now I knew not by what name to thank her for this courtesy:

which understanding, she told me:

"My name is The Star of the North."

And this was the Proclamation:



TO MAN



Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

My Term of Office upon the Earth being come in the year of

the foundation of the Theosophical Society, I took upon myself,

in my turn, the sin of the whole World, that the Prophecies might

be fulfilled, so that Mankind may take the Next Step from the

Magical Formula of Osiris to that of Horus.

And mine Hour being now upon me, I proclaim my Law.

The Word of the Law is Thelema (In Greek letters.)

Given in the midst of the Mediterranean Sea

AN XX Sol in 3 Deg. Libra die Jovis

by me To Mega Therion (In Greek letters.)

Logos Aionos Thelema (In Greek letters.)

Next was a name sore blurred:

SIR EDWARD KELLY,

with one writ in cipher ............. and in the centre of all,

within the emblem of a ruby rose of five petals upon a golden

cross was engraved:



CHRISTIAN ROSENCREUTZ

(For so were the Brethren discreet to conceal his true name).

After whom came three names Great and Terrible that I write not

in this place. Lastly appeared this newly-writ hieroglyph of the

Lion, and the Name of that Brother was hidden from me. Then was I

shewn the Mystery of the Words: how in the first period of

recorded history men thought that life came from Woman alone, and

worked by the Formula of Isis, worshipping Nature chaste and

kindly, not understanding Death, or the Arcanum of Love.

So, when the time was ripe, appeared the Brethren of the

Formula of Osiris, whose word is I A O; so that men worshipped

Man, thinking him subject to Death, and his victory dependent

upon Resurrection. Even so conceived they of the Sun as slain and

reborn with every day, and every year.

Now, this great Formula being fulfilled, and turned into

abomination, this Lion came forth to proclaim the Aeon of Horus,

the crowned and conquering child, who dieth not, nor is reborn,

but goeth radiant ever upon His Way. Even so goeth the Sun: for

as it is now known that night is but the shadow of the Earth, so

Death is but the shadow of the Body, that veileth his Light from

its bearer.

FU-HSI.



After a great space (with few names and those illegible)

LAO-TZE, GAUTAMA, ZERDUSHT, PYTHAGORAS, DIONYSUS, OSIRIS.



These were sent forth at the same time - and Dionysus under

several diverse forms - to enlighten Six Great Civilizations,

about to be drawn together by the opening up of communications

over the planet by the expansion of the Roman Power. After these

there stood almost alone the name:

APOLLON.

But above that extract, the whole width of the chart, the word

I A O.

Then came a blackness over the whole map, for at one time

the Brotherhood had been nigh utterly destroyed by a Great

Sorcery of the Black Lodge, and the darkening of all Counsel, and

the confusion of all Truth.

I saw only one glimmer bare legible:

PLOTINUS.

And at the end of the darkness, amid many names which I

could not read,

JACOBUS BURGUNDUS MOLENSIS.

for his name was in letters of fire.

Did not the Order of the Temple prepare the Renaissance by fusing

the Mysteries of the East and West?

Then there burst out on a sudden a whiteness on the chart,

as if the stain had been expunged (albeit not wholly by the sweep

of steel) and this word writ in curving characters scimitar-sharp

MOHAMMED.

. .

S. . S . .



And this is, being interpreted, "The Great White Brotherhood."

Below was written: With Us Two Thousand Years is as One Day.

Then my Instructer showed me that the Brotherhood send forth

one of their fellows every two thousand years, bringing one Word

to serve Mankind as a new Formula of Magick, that it may take one

further step on the long road that leadeth to Perfection.

Also, twice in that period, that is, at intervals of a

little more than three, and a little less than seven, centuries,

they send a lesser prophet to prepare the Way of the next Word,

and to maintain or to restore the virtue of the Word then

current.

And on the unfurled portion of the chart I read the names of

certain of these Brethren, and the Words as one was uttered after

the other. But some I could not read, because the characters were

strange.

III.



THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH



THE INITIATION.



I, Khaled Khan, beheld that Vision and received this Voice

upon the Holy Hill of Sidi Bou Said, in the country now called

Tunisia, but from of old sacred with many sanctities.

Thus far it is permitted me to speak freely of that which

came to me in my long search for the True Wisdom; but to me in my

long search for the True Wisdom; but to declare the Mode of mine

Initiation, whereby I gained ingress to the Place called the

Temple of Truth (but by some Dar-el-Jalal) it is forbidden. Nor

may I disclose in what land that House is to be found, more

openly than to say: It is cut from the living rock of the middle

point of the summit of an high mountain apart, the range Jebel-

el-Asharah.

Now being brought after many days into a Place where Light

was, being shed through a carven screen of topaz, graved with a

Rose of nine-and-forty petals on a Greek Cross, from the Sun, and

that also at midnight, I found myself in the presence of a

certain aged man (for it was written that His days should be an

hundred and twenty years) who stood before a table of seven

sides, whereon were fire, and incense in a thurible, and bread.

Of these did he bid me partake; and they being consumed, he

took a phial of golden oil from their midst, and anointed mine

eyes, and mine ears, and my lips.

With that I was aware of the image of a God, severe and

noble of aspect, his spirit utterly calm, in his right hand a

sickle and in his left an hourglass. And as I looked upon him, he

reversed his wrist, for the last grain of sand was fallen

through.

Then did my Instructer point with a little wand to a great

chart not wholly filled, and there came the shadow of a man's

hand, and drew the image of a Lion at the end of the writing.

Above this parchment, which was partly furled, was a square

tablet of white marble, on which, inlaid in gold, I read these

characters about the Image of an Eye within a radiant Triangle.

CARMEN.

By Wisdom forms He matter and space and time,

Experience to sublime.

By Virtue spends He His own life through all;

Mercy majestical.

By Energy revolves He all in stress

Of Change, the limitless.

By Order gathers He the worlds of Light

In Beauty infinite.

By Love destroys He all to recreate

Fresh Phantasies to Fate.

By Reason reckons He His governance,

The Wonder of His Chance.

By Purity absolves He all His Will

From every image of Ill.

In Silence He resumes each perfect part

To rapture of His Heart,

His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are,

The Still and Shining Star.

SYRINX AND PAN



Now comes the sound as of the fall of snow-flakes and rose-

petals: it is the twinkling of the feet of a young maiden

dancing.

And the music is the whisper of the Wind among the pines

upon the Hill; and that is the breath of the Pan-pipe in the

mouth of the Master.

And, all in one, it is the Universe in manifestation.

Also; I hear the Seven-fold Song thereof.

THE FOUR VIRTUES OF THE HEART OF THE MASTER.



LIGHT is throned in the Heart of the Master, so that he

thinks no evil. For in that Light all is Truth.

Falsehood is but a function of the conditions of Time and

Space, and the idea of evil comes only from perceiving the

oppositions which are transcended by Truth. So each thing that is

hath its root in Necessity; were the least of these lost, the

whole Work should be marred.



LIFE wells in the Heart of the Master; Death is but the

Systole of that marvelous pulse.

Faint are the phantoms of Illusion; these, seized on by that

vivid stream, thrill and throb with the glow of his reality; he

leaves no possible form inane or inert; in him do all partake the

sacrament of birth to Truth.



LIBERTY leaps in the Heart of the Master; for every man and

every woman is a star. Each follows, free and joyful, its own

Will; for every Will alike has its essential function in the

rhythm of the Heart of the Master. No star can stray from its

self-chosen course: for in the infinite soul of space all ways

are endless, all-embracing: perfect.



LOVE burns in the Heart of the Master: he, seeing only God

in every thing, with the white flame of worship purges it of all

its fancied imperfection. His boundless adoration kindles space

itself, leaving no void that is not compassed by his passion.

By virtue of his LAW he floods each thought with love, and

marries it in turn to every other thought; and of each bridal

night the fruits are twin, the Rapture of Silence, and some new

World unguessed of Phantasy; of these behold one grim and one

grotesque, this lyric and that lordly, the grievous and the

gracious equal in His sight, for they know neither limit nor let

in the infinite variety of their Beauty, making new Harmonies

with every hour, beyond belief for Joy.

THE TWO AND TWENTY SECRET INSTRUCTIONS OF THE MASTER.



Now that I am come to myself, I yearn in ageless sorrow for

that which I am so little able to attain. I bleed inwardly, so

that my passion traces in my flesh the words of the cry that I

cannot utter aloud, the call of the Soul to the Soul of the

Master, to be made one with Him.

To answer that, He sendeth forth His Will, that, casting

shadows on the clouds of Life, may be half read by him whose eyes

are lightened enough by the manhood of his love.

Thus then do I learn how best to make myself fit to fulfil

my Life, in the Life of the Master, and offer my blood to His

Heart.





0.

Know Naught!

All ways are lawful to Innocence.

Pure folly is the Key to Initiation.

Silence breaks into Rapture.

Be neither man nor woman, but both in one.

Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to

bear the Lance and Graal!

Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter

awaits thee.



I.

The True Self is the meaning of the True Will: know Thyself

through Thy Way!

Calculate well the Formula of Thy Way!

Create freely; absorb joyously; divide intently; consolidate

completely.

Work thou, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent, in and for

Eternity.



II.

Purity is to live only to the Highest; and the Highest is

All: be thou as Artemis to Pan!

Read thou in the "Book of the Law", and break through the

veil of the Virgin!



III.

This is the Harmony of the Universe, that Love unites the

Will to create with the Understanding of that Creation:

understand thou thine own Will!

Love and let love! Rejoice in every shape of love, and get

thy rapture and thy nourishment thereof!



IV.

Pour water on thyself: thus shalt thou be a Fountain to the

Universe.

Find thou thyself in every Star!

Achieve thou every possibility!





V.

Offer thyself Virgin to the Knowledge and Conversation of

thine Holy Guardian Angel!

All else is a snare.

Be thou athlete with the eight limbs of Yoga; for without

these thou are not disciplined for any fight.



VI.

The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine

own Soul! hear thou it!

Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of

Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence!



VII.

The issue of the Vulture, Two-in-One, conveyed; this is the

chariot of Power.

TRINC: The last oracle!



VIII.

Balance against each thought its exact opposite!

For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Illusion.



IX.

Wander alone; bearing the Light and thy Staff!

And be the Light so bright that no man seeth thee!

Be not moved by aught without or within: keep Silence in all

ways!



X.

Follow thy Fortune, careless where it lead thee!

The axle moveth not: attain thou that!



XI.

Mitigate Energy with Love; but let Love devour all things.

Worship the name _______*, foursquare, mystic, wonderful,

and the name of His House 418. (This Name to be communicated to

those worthy of that Initiation.)



XII.

Let not the waters wheron thou journeyest wet thee! And,

being come to shore, plant thou the Vine and rejoice without

shame.

XIII.

The Universe is Change: every Change is the effect of an Act

of Love; all Acts of Love contain Pure Joy. Die daily!

Death is the apex of one curve of the snake Life: behold all

opposites as necessary complements, and rejoice!



XIV

Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and

lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase?

Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing

each to its true token of Perfection!

Dissolve the Pearl in the Wine-cup: drink, and make manifest

the Virtue of that Pearl!



XV

With thy right Eye create all for thyself, and with the left

accept all that be created otherwise!



XVI

Break down the fortress of thine Individual Self, that thy

Truth may spring free from the ruins!



XVII

Use all thine energy to rule thy thought: burn up thy

thought as the Phoenix!



XVIII

Let the Illusion of the World pass over thee, unheeded, as

thou goest from the Midnight to the Morning!



XIX

Give forth thy light to all without doubt: the clouds and

shadows are no matter for thee.

Make Speech and Silence, Energy and Stillness, twin forms of

thy play!



XX

Be every Act an Act of Love and Worship!

Be every Act the Fiat of a God!

Be every Act a Source of radiant Glory!



XXI

Treat time and all conditions of Event as Servants of thy

Will, appointed to present the Universe to thee in the form of

thy Plan.

And: blessing and worship to the prophet of the lovely Star!



The shadows suddenly faded as the clouds vanished from the

sky; and there is no more writing on the Heavens, for that which

was written was graven upon mine Heart.

II.



THE VOICE.



It is not given to flesh and blood, till they be seven times

purged, purged through and through, to dwell in the sanctuary of

the Heart of the Master.

My fervour is exhausted; my faith fails; I fall from the

rapture of passion that pours through the abyss of space.

All things feel It; all things live by It; yet nothing that

knows itself knows It as It is.

So now I, burning up, yet not burnt through, in the glory of

that Light, vibrating to, yet not vibrating altogether with, the

vigour of that Pulse, am just so far attuned to the Heart of the

Master that was pure Rapture in that sublime moment of union is

translated into what seems a solemn music - born very far through

the still air - a Voice declaring the Secret of the Sanctuary to

every ear in just such measure as that ear is able to receive it.



THE TEN SECRET JOYS OF THE MASTER.



At first the music is as if muffled, a murmur of the wind

behind impenetrable veils.

000. NOTHING ONLY EXISTS, AND IS ALL THINGS.



After a pause of deeply-rooted Silence:

00. THERE IS NO LIMIT.



Silence again, as if the very bowels of Nature were thrilled

with stillness:

0. THE SUM OF ALL IS BOUNDLESS LIGHT.



Now there is suddenly a gathering together of the essence of

Silence; it is as focussed at a Point:

1. THOU ARE THAT WHICH THOU CHOOSEST TO THINK THYSELF,

IMMUNE TO ALL, FOR IT IS NOTHING BUT A POINT OF VIEW.



Now there bursts forth a Wave of Light, and there rolls

forth in majesty of Thunder:

2. THY NAME, WHICH IS THY WORD, IS THE SUBSTANCE OF THY

WILL, WHOSE MODE OF ACTION CONSTITUTES EXISTENCE. CHANCE.



The Music swiftly sinks to a low brooding rapture, solemn

and slow:

3. THAT WHICH THOU CREATEST IS THINE UNDERSTANDING OF THY

LOVE.



Then comes a sudden shaking and confusion, as if the harmony

were broken up into innumerable fragments; clashing together, nor

is there any speech articulate; until a fearful blast peals

forth, a trumpeting of Majesty. But within the blare of the

tempest sounds a Voice steady and stern, yet full of peace and

kindliness

4. THE NECCESSITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE MEASURE OF THY

RIGHTEOUSNESS.



Now follows martial music, wild and full of the rushing of

Fire:

5. THE MOVEMENT OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE FULFILMENT OF THINE

ENERGY.



And this is blended with the echo of all former voices and

their music, so that the whole Abyss is filled with their

orchestration to one Symphony.

6. THE ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE EXPRESSION OF THY

RAPTURE OF BEAUTY.



This fades away into a deep and tender tune, like

nightingales beside a waterfall; and the voice comes twittering:

7. THE SENSIBILITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE TRIUMPH OF THINE

IMAGINATION.



Quick thrills inform the air, the perpetual quire of myriads

of young boys and girls:

8. THE MUTABILITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE SPLENDOUR OF THINE

INGENUITY.



And now again all sound is gathered into one, an endless

monotone of power impregnable, like the trumpeting of an elephant

in Spring:

9. THE STABILITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS CHANGE, THE ASSURANCE OF

THY TRUTH.



Then, last of all, the soul of Music takes the shape of a

pure Maiden's voice, and she sings:

10. THE PERFECTION OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE REALIZATION OF THE

IDEAL OF THY PASSION.



Lo, in the Silence following is my spirit so enlightened at

its apprehension of these Secret Joys of the Master, that I was

once more lost to myself and lived again for a little while in

Him.

AVES.



Now the whole air is thrilled by the voices of birds: A

Swan, a Phoenix, a Raven, a Hawk, a Pelican, a Dove, an Ibis and

a Vulture: in his turn each one sang praises, even as it was

given unto him to understand one part of the Spirit of the

Master.



THE VOICE OF THE SWAN.

AUMGN: through the Bornless, through the Eternal, the

Thought of the Master goeth, afloat in the Aethyr.



THE VOICE OF THE PHOENIX.

AL: not to be burned, not to be quenched, the Soul of the

Master bathes in the Fire of Nature, and is refreshed.



THE VOICE OF THE RAVEN.

AMEN: The Past and the Future are parts of the Present, in

the Eye of the Master, that seeth the Secret of Secrets and

knoweth them all to be One.



THE VOICE OF THE EAGLE.

SU: The Heavens are poised on the Plumes of the Righteous,

that wingeth among them, beholding the Sun; thus know ye the

Mercy and Joy of the Master!



THE VOICE OF THE HAWK.

AGLA: by Thine Energy riseth all Motion of Will of the

Master, begetter, destroyer!



THE VOICE OF THE PELICAN.

IAO: all that liveth is blood of the Heart of the Master:

all stars are at Feast on that Pasture, abiding in Light.



THE VOICE OF THE DOVE.

HRILIU: there is nothing too small, or too great, or too

low, or too high; but all things are joined into Joy by the Love

of the Master.



THE VOICE OF THE IBIS.

ABRAHADABRA: all Ways are alike, being endless, eternally

coiling in Curves of ineffable wonder; each Star has its course,

by the manifold musings that move in the Mind of the Master.



THE VOICE OF THE VULTURE.

MU: unmated, immaculate, consecrate, virgin, all things are

begotten of the Breath of the Master, and born of the Infinite

Space wherein doth He give them their Form - and abideth in

Silence.



Now all is as it were a Passion of great Peace; and in the

Stillness I lift up my Soul like an offering and cry in mine

Heart: Let me dwell at the feet of the Master!

But the Silence swallows up those vain words; and they are

smitten through with the fire of His blood, that transforms them

to these:

"At His feet is only the Earth, and that He breaks up into

flowers; but all things that live are assumed to the Heart of the

Master."

With that I cease to be myself at all: I am absorbed into

His adorable essence, and my life is equally shed throughout the

endless Aeons of Creation.

Ay! - there is nothing separate any more at all; wherefore

the Vision faileth, the Seer being one with the Seen.

HOMO



His head is slightly bowed as if he brooded some delight. He

wears a helm of ruddy gold, radiant with the light of the Star.

In the midst of his brows is a black diamond in a circlet of ruby

and emerald, set in pure mother-of-pearl, so that it seems the

eye of some unknown, some unknowable God. This eye has no lid.

But his two human eyes are still half-closed, as if in

worship or in wonder of rapture.

His arms are folded on his breast: upon his corslet is the

golden image of the Sun. In his right hand is a rod of amber,

crowned with a ruby; in his left an amethyst lotus with a

sapphire corolla.

Lo! from his eyes flow tears of mingled sorrow and joy, of

joy that burns up sorrow, and with these tears he smites the

barren rock beneath his feet. It melts like wax at the touch;

roses spring up and twine about his limbs.

Around him are four living creatures, begotten of his will,

so that the mountain might glow with the life that flows through

him.

There is a tawny Lion, from whose mouth drops honey.

He roars aloud, and the word thereof is this: The Wrath of

the Master is the Energy of Love.

There is a buffalo Cow, grey-blue, whose udders overflow

with milk, and her lowing means: The Work of the Master is the

Nourishment of Life.

There is a Babe, that with his tiny hands presses out blood

from his own breast, and smileth: The Way of the Master is the

Innocence of Liberty.

Also, a Golden Eagle, bearing a Chalice of Wine, crying

aloud: The Woe of the Master is the Rapture of Light.

Last in their midst, above His head, there whirls a wheel of

many-coloured radiance, so that thereby all deeds are harmonized

in one. And the whirring of the wheel declares: The Wisdom of the

Master is the Justice of Time. Attend to the Will of the Master!

At this there cometh forth from the heart of the Wheel a

Serpent with the head of a Sphinx, and toucheth the mouth of the

Master, so that His voice breaks into Song:

The Word of the law is Thelema (greek letters).

Then is all Heaven aflame with a great blast of trumpets;

and the world is alight with one flash that sundereth every

spirit that liveth, branding this Sign upon them:



Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

LUX



I stood erect. I found myself unhurt. I turned. I lifted up

mine eyes. Behold! The Hill!

The apex of the colossal Pyramid is crowned by a stern

silent figure, cut in sharp silhouette against the Orb of the

Sun. I cried aloud: Hail unto Thee, O Star that art the Sun,

Star that mountest the Height of the Heavens!

But my heart answered me, mysteriously, yet so that it

availed me to understand it; "He riseth not nor sets! He goeth

shining on His way, and before Him the Earth reeleth in the

rhythm of her Bacchanal dance!"

Then knew I also this: all these poor dead men that lay

about me had been slain by their own fear, their fault of faith

in deeming that the Sun - or any Star - could die.

And now I, who had only felt the fear of that figure, feel

the fascination.

I understand that He - whoever, whatever He may be - is He

for whom we all so long had waited.

As I fix my eyes upon it, I become aware that its blackness

against the light of the Star is only relative; and as I gain

confidence in my sight, that darkness goes. The figure is a prism

of pure crystal - it is the distortion and interference with the

Light it transmits which caused those phantoms of terror to dance

their Witches' Sabbath on the moving miasma.

And now I am drawn swiftly up by some invisible force;

sucked by some vortex towards the Hill

And now I face Him as He stands above me.

PHANTASMA.



I waken from the horror. Every nerve is numb, every muscle

frozen, every bone one ache, my blood throbbing with poison.

But the shambles is now dimly to be seen.

What? Can the Voice have spoken Truth after all? Is then

that Star a Sun, whose light is at last piercing the foul mists

of massacre, whose heat is forcing the congealed miasma to steam

skyward in those murky bands of dim grey cloud?

Hark! Yes, the few that are still alive have seen what

rouses them to lift their crippled arms, to stare with blear

bloodshot eyes, to jabber with broken jaw-bones and torn tongues.

"For Christ's sake," screams an emasculate rag of flesh,

"don't look at that damned Star!"

"We're lost," another squeals.

"The Beast!" yells a third: maniac.

I too am appalled not a little. For on the moving fumes

crawl monstrous and hideous shapes - frightful forms, detestable

gestures. All past belief for loathsomeness: filling my mortal

spirit with delirious fear. Beholding them, the wounded writhe in

deadly anguish. Some crazily catch up the filth in which they are

already half sunk to throw it at the spectre, therby only to

smear themselves more thickly in the face.

Their impotent malice so exceeds itself that I am moved for

a moment to laugh. At that, as at the Master-spell of a great

sage, the charm is snapped: I soar into sanity.

I must be simple indeed! How did I fail for a moment to

understand that Broken-Spectres must be shadows cast by some

Star, a Sun, upon sun-lifted vapours - that all these diverse

shapes of madness are but distortions of one form upon the

mountain-crest, a solitary shadow - the shadow of a Man!

UMBRA.



Within the Vision is a dream - I struggle in my sleep in a

morass of blood and mud. Howlings more bestial than hell's:

stench at whose touch, solid as putrid flesh itself, I retch with

the pangs of death; most frantic madness: phantoms of crime, ice-

cold, ghosts made of murder - the nightmare seems interminable -

no, it exhausts itself, sick with its own foulness, and sinks

into a stolid stupor.

VOX.



The captain cries: "Behold, the Star in the West!" Instant

on that comes silence. But among us the sudden stirring warns me

that not all were sleeping; that there were watchers like myself,

men more intent than I.

I hear a murmur on my left. I catch three words: "The Zero

Hour." They call me back to myself: I know now that I am one of a

great army - an army baffled and broken, but yet in being.

Sharp comes a whisper of swift absolute authority: "Zero is

Two."

Somehow I am aware - like a man stricken of lightning, in

the same moment slain and initiated - that the strange phrase

declares a final Mystery of Truth, the Word of the Plan of

Battle, the Key of the Campaign. But in my mind its meaning is

most utter darkness.

Again the solemn stillness. Few were they who had heard the

voice of the young captain: for the sleep of all but the youngest

and strongest was the sleep of death. Even of these the fate was

ill indeed; for their minds had been distraught by the bitterness

of their hearts. So, when they noted the Voice, they mocked. I

heard:

"A Star in the West. What folly!"

or:

"That is no voice of any leader of ours."

or:

"Star in the West? Beware: that is the Star called

Wormwood."

Then, presently, from the blind land behind the mountain,

comes one heavy groan, then the sound of a fall, made vile by a

titter of malignant tinkling laughter.

There follow ghoulish wailings.

The mystery, the evil darkness of these incoherent cries,

sets my teeth on edge with horror. And yet I cannot give up the

hope which thrilled me at the Voice. But so keen, so desolate, so

deadly, is the pain of my spirit that blank darkness overwhelms

me altogether.

THE VISION





I am one of a concourse. All, or nigh all, seem fallen into

heaviness, not from exhaustion of labour, but from lethargy. The

plain is vast beyond eye to mark it's bounds, even were not all

dark with blight of fog and thick with marish damp. A few of us

are half awake, gaze dumbly on the East. No light responds.

Alas for me who am too much alive with the horrible and

hopeless ache for sleep of one half-drugged! Dazed, stupified - I

know not who I am - I know not whence I came - I know not whither

I go. Vaguely I say within my dull heart: I must not sleep

because I am a soldier. But of what captain, in what war? I

cannot guess. There is but a dim shape as of some disaster long,

oh! very long ago - the dusty memory of some leader who failed,

some plan that broke its spine - I am sure of this: that all

discipline is done, all courage quashed, all purpose perished.

Behind me - strange! - the gloom is less obscure than in the

East to which the eyes yearn feebly. Do I feel it by instinct -

the form of a vast pyramidal hill of stark black rock? I am too

weary to turn my head to look.

All of a sudden, far behind me, far beyond that crest, if it

be one, rings out a voice, clear, firm, courageous, confident. It

is a soldier's voice, the accent of command, the valour of

manhood. None can mistake - I am assured - that ringing

call. Truth, Victory, in each trumpet tone: Listen!