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LIBER Taw-Yod-Shin-Aleph-Resh-Bet (ThIShARB)
Liber XXXVI - THE STAR SAPPHIRE
Principia Discordia
Liber Stella Rubeae
LIBER V Vel REGULI
Liber LXXXIV Vel Chanokh
The Bible
coiled
about
to
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69
31
145
100
176
Matches from Liber Al:
Thebes, in my
she a moon. But to
them! The key
They are as upon
Now therefore
existence,
of my body. Then
faint faery, of
us the law. But she
the threefold
of the wand and the
do no wrong, if he look
The word of Sin is
be it to the
Hell. Let it be
one one one: are
Asar be with Isa who also
they are not of
Hierophantic
lazuli jasper are
of the palace. Will
take your fill and
always unto me. If
Ra-Hoor-Khuit. This
assuage thee nor
Nor let the fools
of us. The five
the night-stars
me! To me! The
Nu my bride. I
bride. I am not
time are black.
this knowledge go
star. I am Life, and
Exorcist I am
Heru-pa-kraath have
existence
pure joy; that all
prophet! thou
hast ill will to learn
am eight, and one
ye people of
lords of the earth
our kinsfolk. Is a God
he shall remain in
innocence is
a lie. Be strong, o
God shall deny thee
with large limbs,
coiled about to
called Because, and
skew-wise. Enough
of Because! Be
people, rise
of the times.
a feast for water;
feast for water; a
for water; a feast
water; a feast for
the dogs. Dost thou
not, o prophet,
the eyes that
a mask of sorrow: they
they that see
They are not of
ye are sad know that
Say you so? Fool! If he
most desirable.
laughterful than
life death! Ah! thy
of our agelong love.
Come! lift up
Hold! Hold! Bear up in
Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is
Then canst thou
ninety rules
art ever joyous!
man, unto thee.
A L G M O R Y X R P S T O V A
prophet? Thou
The end of the
understood that
that temple
miraculous colour
day after day. Close
danger trouble.
to undergo the
earth. Nu is your
your arms. Mercy
arms. Mercy let
them who pity.
it shall be to you
group around me
oil of Abramelin
from the host of
what. This burn: of
at the eating
soul of God and beast
God. I adore thee
Lord of Thebes, and
God, Who makest the
I am thy Theban,
ink and black upon
chance to abide
and I am powerful
and tenderness
old sweetnesses
Let her work the
strike at the
into all tongues:
him, whence I say
failure is a key
also. And Abrahadabra. It shall
flap my wings in
despise But
end of the word of
so, are mere liars.
is empty, for
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