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a star Every number is infinite:
men adore; both their Gods their men
God than me, and my lord Hadit. Now therefore
two. For I am divided for love's sake, for the
of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the
it by the vault of my body; by my sacred
Write unto us the ordeals write unto
the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga;
mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga; the
these he shall learn and teach. He must teach;
with thy all thou hast no right but to do thy
delivered from the lust of result, is
not of me Let Asar be the adorant, Isa the
the adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his
given in three ways. The gross must pass
in turn or at once the four gates; let
wines and wines that foam. Also, take your fill
fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with
the first half of the equation, leave
first half of the equation, leave the
clear light, and some though not all in the dark.
House of God All these old letters of my Book
secret: my prophet shall reveal it to
a circle in the Middle, the circle is
the blue gold are seen of the seeing.
particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye
am the complement of Nu my bride.
the flame that burns in every heart
and the Exorcist I am the axle of the
sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk. Is a
of us. We have nothing with the outcast and
tell my prophet, be drunk thereof!
large limbs, and fire and light in their
for who doth not understand these runes shall
shall perish with the dogs of Reason. Now a curse
Because, then Will stops does nought. If
with joy beauty! There are rituals of
There are rituals of the elements
feast every day in your hearts in the
am unique conqueror. I am not of the
Purple beyond purple: it is the
lying spectre of the centuries:
these vices are my service: ye do well,
mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear
letters change them not in style or
the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new
not long: then when ye are sad know that I have
I have forsaken you. He that is righteous
perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool!
low and to hell with them, master! There is
laughterful than a caress of Hell's own worm. Oh! thou
the Holy Chosen One. Write, find ecstasy
word exhausted? There is help hope in
and if thou art ever joyous! death is the
there is none like unto thee among
Abrahadabra! the reward of Ra-Hoor-Khut. There is
I will give you a war-engine. With it ye
aright disposed it shall be your Kiblah for
it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not
it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a
it with worship, o prophet, though thou
swords with spears. Let the woman be girt
with a sword before me: let blood flow to my
his desire! Ye shall be sad thereof. Deem
I am the strength, force, vigor of your
your arms. Mercy let be off; damn them
spare not; be upon them. That stele
exalt me. I am the visible object
his Bride are they: and for the winners
also another use; let it be laid before
as it were and creeping things sacred
shall fall before you. Also these shall breed lust
Also these shall breed lust power of lust in
kept it is better; for they swell
West who shall pour his gold upon thee. From gold
the centuries: though with fire and
invisible house there standeth and shall
the lust worship of the Snake; another soul
through To stir me or still me! Aum! let
light is mine; its rays consume Me: I
Mentu, The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu! By
to each man and woman that thou meetest,
Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide
give. Then they shall chance to abide in
strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he!
old sweetnesses then shall my vengeance
before all men! Then will I lift her to
of Nu. she shall achieve Hadit. I am the warrior
your armour; go on, go on, in my strength ye
my strength ye shall turn not back for any.
who shall discover the key of it all. Then this
the key of it all. Then this line drawn is a
be his child that strangely. Let him not
alone can he fall from it. Now this mystery
of the letters is done, and I want to go on
my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus
torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste
seat, lightening the girders of the
of the soul. To Me do ye reverence; to
the night-blue sky. Hail! ye twin warriors
sky. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars
nigh at hand I am the Lord of the Double Wand of
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