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heaven Every man and every woman is a star Every number
woman is a star Every number is infinite: there is
Khu in the Khabs Worship then The Khabs, and behold my light shed
is in yours My joy is to see your joy Above, the gemmed
and in his woman; called the Scarlet Woman, is all power given. They
word which I have given unto him With the God the Adorer I am
when at last he knoweth me Since I am Infinite Space
down, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching all penetrant, her
unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows and the
brows and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet
art continuous. None, breathed the light, faint faery,
For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union. This
is balanced by weak joys: but ye are my chosen ones. Obey my
law. But she said the ordeals I write not the rituals shall be half
the Ox and none by the Book. Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words
or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the
saying. They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto
behold them. Expect him not from the East nor from
while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest,
earth in splendour pride; but always in the love of me, and
in splendour pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye
sense desire you. Put on the wings and arouse the coiled
the priestess say and her eyes shall burn with desire as she
To me! To me! The Manifestation of Nuit is at an End.
me! To me! The Manifestation of Nuit is at an End. Nu!
the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I Hadit
wast the knower, and me. Now let there be a veiling of this
a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and
bride is eleven. Hear me, ye people of sighing! The
regret Are left to the dead and the dying, The folk that
as yet. These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are
our kinsfolk. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of
No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen:
wretched the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law
the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy
of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o
and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That
in pure ecstasy for ever Nuit Hadit Ra-Hoor- Khuit. The
hearts of men with drunkeness. To worship me take wine
this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a
there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not
hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or
them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds
against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the
trample in the fierce lust of your pride in the
spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my
and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth
head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and
unknown; all their words are skew-wise. Enough of Because! Be he
rise up awake! Let the rituals be rightly performed
for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater
a greater feast for death A feast every day in your hearts
a babe in an egg.] Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride:
eyes my spangles are purple green. Purple beyond
and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness.
them unto. Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in
ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it
poverty. Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is
a King, thou canst not hurt him. Therefore strike hard low and
sweet words for the Kings! I am the Master: thou art the Holy
Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted? There is help hope
rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou
be the strength of its glory: He that lives long desires
Aye! listen to the numbers the words: A B K A L G M O R Y X R P S T O V
one to follow thee: he shall expound it. But remember,
forth upon men, to tell them this glad word. O be thou proud
or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature
is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught Beware!
with them. Choose ye an island! Fortify it! Dung it about
them. Choose ye an island! Fortify it! Dung it about with
Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about
proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will
child. But not now. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou
my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which
with rich fresh blood! The best blood is of the moon, monthly:
they long kept it is better; for they swell with my
is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.
and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another
from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust worship of the
shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed
The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut. Then
the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who
wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell. Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
dwell, O winged snake of light, Hadit! Abide with me Ra-Hoor-Khuit!"
how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink
but thou shalt know destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit and
powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof:
talk not overmuch. Them that seek to entrap thee, to
toy with old sweetnesses then shall my vengeance be known.
I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her
let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let
be translated into all tongues: but always with the original
one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the
his child that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for
of Mohammed blind him With my claws I tear out the flesh of
Din. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds. Let
creeds. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her
ordeal, which is bliss. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its
Book of the Law, and its comment he understandeth it not.
sun of midnight is ever the son The ending of the words
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