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fools that men adore;
men are fools. Come
joy is to see your
is to see your joy
O Ankh-af-na-khonsu! Now ye shall
my children into
their fold: they shall
For he is ever a sun,
a sun, and she a moon. But
ye are not so chosen
bend upon them!
to ye by my name
not hurting the
by the vault of my
she said the ordeals I
for all This that thou
wrong, if he look but
Three Grades. The
Isa who also are one. But
Hoor in his secret
a word to say about the
servant sink? But
Aum! All words are sacred and all
a little; solve the
me under my stars.
This also is secret:
do I demand aught in
me invoking me
shalt come a little
particle of dust
in a single robe and
the priestess
complement of
is the name of my
never. Behold! the
am the Magician and
am the axle of the
"Come unto me" is a
unto me" is a foolish
the sorrows are but
but as shadows; they pass
done; but there
nine by the fools;
They shall rejoice,
Compassion is the
wretched the weak:
to find them in
burning hearts; on
Nuit are one. If
the earth are one.
danger in me; for who
Because, then Will
is Power weakness. Also
feast for Tahuti
egg.] Blue am I and gold
will hide thee in
see thee shall fear
then when ye are sad
of the earth shall be
the kisses of the
a caress of Hell's own worm. Oh!
our bed in working!
up thyself! Lift
not so deep die! Ah! Ah!
so deep die! Ah! Ah! What do
tell them this glad
Lift up thyself!
Lift up thyself,
my prophet, thy
and the name of thy
division hither
enginery of war! I
of war! I will give you a
be girt with a sword
Concubine of his
cluster to exalt
moon, monthly: then
beast, no matter
with perfumes
invisible house
it fill me!" So that
Ra-Hoor-Khuit!" All this and a
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awful torment: laugh
her heart: I will cast
heart: I will cast her
men: as a shrinking and
heart! Let her be
with jewels, and rich
joy: with my force
I will bring you to
ye shall delight to slay.
discover the key
blasphemy against all
wings in the face
blind him With my
play: all fools despise
There is an end of
girders of the soul.
I am the Lord of the
the Force of Coph
Word Abrahadabra. The Book
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The Celestial Lodge of Sirius