Liber AL
Advanced
About
Help
Search The Liber AL
Search:
attack
without
pity
or
quarter
72
102
88
19
110
174
190
107
129
262
209
217
281
319
391
Matches from Liber AL:
number is infinite: there
my secret centre, my heart my
But ye are not so chosen Burn upon
be no difference made among you
be the chief of all! I am Nuit and my
of the beauteous one. Who am I, and what shall
him, bending down, a lambent flame of
be ever thus that men speak not
as One but as None and let them speak
faint faery, of the stars, and two. For I
my love will redeem ye from all pain.
love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed!
Perfect are one Perfect and
key of this law Sixty-one the Jews call
Jews call it; I call it Eight, Eighty,
Eighty, fourhundred eighteen.
the East at the Equinox of the
secret name and splendor is the Lord
and gold, lapis lazuli jasper are there, and
wines that foam. Also, take your fill and will
dark. Invoke me under my stars. Love is
to the blind, but the blue gold are
to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt
particle of dust shall lose all in that hour.
in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store
as she stands bare and rejoicing in my
voluptuous night sky To me! To me!
time are black. Let the evil ones
cast away; let the good ones be purged
Because of me in Thee which thou
the King are not of me; for there
know me as yet. These are dead, these
live in a dog? No! but the highest are
of us. Beauty and strength, leaping
languor, force and fire, are of us. We have
them die in their misery: For
live! Now let it be understood If
exposure of innocence is a lie.
of sense and rapture: fear not that
of women with large limbs, and fire and
Beware lest any force another, King
Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox
of the Gods. A feast for fire and a feast
There is death for the dogs. Dost thou
dogs. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear
Is fear in thine heart? Where I am
thine heart? Where I am these are
are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art
chosen; and blessed are the eyes that
are the eyes that thou shalt look upon
not long: then when ye are sad know that I
for ever: the slaves shall serve. There
cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it
or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet
there is no certain test: but a
he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.
and to hell with them, master! There
fullness of the inspiration: the
death, more rapid and laughterful than a
Hell's own worm. Oh! thou art overcome: we are
prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now
be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the
one; we are none. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy
art ever joyous! death is the crown of
King among the Kings. Aye! listen to
one, to be me; to follow the love of Nu
love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to
foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the
I will give you a war-engine. With it
Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the
them! this is the Law of the Battle
temple is already aright disposed
but miraculous colour shall come back to
argument. Conquer! That is enough.
abstruction from the ill-ordered
see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou
power in heaven or upon the earth
Because of the fall of Because, that
there again. Set up my image in
for they shall cluster to exalt me. I
are they: and for the winners of the
the worshippers: last of some beast,
what. This burn: of this make cakes eat
they long kept it is better;
God and beast shall mingle in the globed
self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whoso words are truth.
To tremble before Thee:- I, I
House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
come hither and a reproduction of
blind ones. Refuse none, but thou
attack without pity or quarter
through dusk wet streets, and die cold
fill her with joy: with my force shall she
with my force shall she see strike at
Eighties cower before me, are
your armour; go on, go on, in my strength
go on, go on, in my strength ye shall turn
tongues: but always with the original
divine. Let him not seek to try:
secret fourfold word the blasphemy
them! Curse them! With my Hawk's head I
as he hangs upon the cross I flap my wings
in the face of Mohammed blind him
face of Mohammed blind him With my
the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye
is bliss. The fool readeth this Book of
Reasearch Project from
The Celestial Lodge of Sirius