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Liber AL
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
thereby
there
cometh
hurt.
But
whoso
availeth
in
this,
125
90
94
57
61
26
90
37
56
215
184
151
118
87
116
127
93
309
241
212
144
177
153
183
366
302
238
234
214
209
427
328
328
271
270
453
418
365
327
543
455
421
580
511
636
Matches from Liber Al:
Nuit The unveiling of the company of heaven Every
company of heaven Every man and every woman is a star Every
is no difference Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my
The Khu in the Khabs Worship then The Khabs, and behold my light
their men are fools. Come forth, o children, under the stars
the stars into the hearts of men. For he is ever a sun, and she a
sun, and she a moon. But to him is The winged secret flame and
by a secret name which I will him give when at last he knoweth
thereby there cometh hurt. But whoso availeth in this,
sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
all I can give, by all I desire of ye all. Then the priest fell
said unto the Queen of Heaven Write unto us the ordeals
Law My scribe Ankh-af-na-Khonsu the priest of the princes shall
must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals. The word of
The word of the Law is Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look
be it to the aeons. Hell. Let it be that state of manyhood
to do thy will Do that and no other shall say nay. For pure will, unassuaged of
purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every
is a fool with his one one one: are not they the Ox and none by
know well the other. There are four gates to one palace; the
gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink?
him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior,
of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will. But always unto me.
West, for from no expected house cometh that child. Aum! All
the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is
fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the
is as all their numbers who are of us. The five pointed star,
in the Middle, the circle is Red. My colour is black to the
blind, but the blue gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a
the wings and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come
you shall the priestess say and her eyes shall burn with desire
End. Nu! the hiding of Hadit. Come! all ye, and learn the secret
she shall be known I never. Behold! the rituals of the old time
heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the
core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life; yet
I am the Magician and the Exorcist I am the axle of the
that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but
the King are not of me; for there is a further secret.
Hierophant. Thus eleven as my bride is eleven. Hear me,
me, ye people of sighing! The sorrows of pain and regret
not know me as yet. These are dead, these fellows; they feel
know me as yet. These are dead, these fellows; they feel not.
are our kinsfolk. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are
feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the
down the wretched the weak: this is the law of the strong: this
tell my prophet, be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye
and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this. I am
in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware
Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite unknown; all
performed with joy beauty! There are rituals of the
in the joy of my rapture. A feast every night unto Nu,
Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil
shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed
emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou
thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art
that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee
of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the
none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet
than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell's own worm. Oh!
kisses! Harder! hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not
Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not
rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do
joyous! death is the crown of all Ah! Ah! Death! Death! Thou shalt long for death.
desires death much is ever the King among the Kings. Aye!
M O R Y X R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest
to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to
love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to
tell them this glad word. O be thou proud and mighty among men!
word. O be thou proud and mighty among men! Lift up thyself!
of Hadit; and blessing worship to the prophet of the lovely
understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with
island! Fortify it! Dung it about with enginery of war! I
shall my worship be about my secret house Get the stele
little and big: after a child. But not now. Ye shall see that hour,
Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire! Ye shall
his desire! Ye shall be sad thereof. Deem not too eagerly to
be to you as Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not
not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy
rich fresh blood! The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then
be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of
shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth and shall
yet an invisible house there standeth and shall stand the fall
adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible
before Thee:- I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of
have made a secret door Into the House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra
thine House to dwell, O winged snake of light, Hadit! Abide with
and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls
her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her
of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, are
to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in
in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of
It shall be his child that strangely. Let him not seek after
it. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to
against all gods of men. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross I flap
be to him as silver Through the second gold Through the third,
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