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Matches from Liber AL:
unveiling of the company of heaven
stars take your fill of love. I am above you
stars into the hearts of men. For he is
her the stooping starlight. But ye
ye are not so chosen Burn upon their
upon the earth I am Heaven, and there
by a secret name which I will him give
there cometh hurt. But whoso availeth
of blue, all-touching all penetrant, her
thee at all since thou art continuous.
ones. Obey my prophet! follow out the
pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault
give, by all I desire of ye all. Then the
Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he
of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of
not thy wife if she will. O lover, if thou
fourhundred eighteen. But they
so that all disappear. My prophet is a fool
are one. But they are not of me Let
a word to say about the Hierophantic task.
one know well the other. There are four
to one palace; the floor of that palace is
of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior,
servant sink? But there are means and
or saying. They are many; if the ritual
love me is better than all things: if
pure heart and the Serpent flame
come a little to lie in my bosom. For
gives one particle of dust shall lose all in
pride; but always in the love of me, and so
of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge
splendour within you: come unto me
giver of Life; yet therefore is
that which remains. O prophet! thou hast
not for why? Because thou wast the knower,
me; for there is a further secret.
the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk. Is
and delicious languor, force and fire, are
for ever Nuit Hadit Ra-Hoor- Khuit. The
hearts; on the low men trample in the
a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit
then Will stops does nought. If Power asks
unknown; all their words are skew-wise. Enough
Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!
feasts of the times. A feast for the
night of the Prophet and his Bride! A
is invisible therein am I as a babe
as a babe in an egg.] Blue am I and gold in the
egg.] Blue am I and gold in the light of my
Tear down that lying spectre of the
in virtuous words: these vices are my
o prophet, when these words are said, thou
these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry.
gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of
art fallen: but I lift thee up. Nor shall
my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye
King. A King may choose his garment as he will:
therefore! Love all, lest perchance is
Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt
him. Therefore strike hard low and to hell
light undesired, most desirable. I am
the stars rain hard upon thy body. Thou are
Kings! I am the Master: thou art the Holy
head! breathe not so deep die! Ah! Ah! What do I
Strive ever to more! and if thou art
thou art ever joyous! death is the crown
Aye! listen to the numbers the words:
thou know ever. There cometh one to
men! Lift up thyself! for there is
Lift up thyself! for there is none
thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall
worship thy name, foursquare, mystic,
blessing worship to the prophet of
Ra-Hoor-Khut. There is division hither
Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit. Now let
Conquest: thus shall my worship be about
worship, o prophet, though thou likest
is with thee. Worship me with fire
hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet
the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this
even ye, know not this meaning all. Fear
anything. Money fear not, nor laughter
Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and
torture; spare not; be upon them.
The other images group around me to
the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this?
What is this? Thou shalt know. For perfume
shall stand the fall of the Great Equinox,
Then said the prophet unto the God.
unto the God. I adore thee in the song
Supreme and terrible God, Who makest
Thee:- I, I adore thee! Appear on the
adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra!
Then they shall chance to abide in this
as a trodden serpent turn and strike!
Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh
despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet
her be shameless before all men! Then
on, go on, in my strength ye shall turn not
their position to one another: in
child that strangely. Let him not seek
want to go on to the holier place. I am in
Mohammed blind him With my claws I tear
Mongol and Din. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on
Coph Nia but my left hand is empty,
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