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unveils
the
veiled
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The
self-slain
Ankh-af-na-khonsu
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no difference Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes,
before the Children of men Be thou Hadit, my
by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar-kraat The Khabs is
both their Gods their men are fools. Come forth, o
into the hearts of men. For he is ever a sun, and she
earth I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me,
and understand. Then saith the prophet and slave of
the black earth her lithe body arched for love and her
not hurting the little flowers Thou knowest! And
in a sweet smelling perfume of Sweat O Nuit,
not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced
of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my
of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I
of Heaven Write unto us the ordeals write unto
that thou writest is the threefold book of Law My
taken his seat in the East at the Equinox of
the Equinox of the Gods and let Asar be with Isa who also
are one. But they are not of me Let Asar be the
the adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his secret
and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye
four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace.
joy of earth: ever To me To me Change not as much as
for from no expected house cometh that child.
the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love;
with a rich headdress. I love you I yearn to you. Pale or
me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! I
of Nuit is at an End. Nu! the hiding of Hadit. Come! all
I Hadit am the complement of Nu my bride. I
am not extended, and Khabs is the name of my House.
my House. In the sphere I am everywhere, the
am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and
am the Magician and the Exorcist I am the axle
that go Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped
being Not; and my number is nine by the fools;
and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for
mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by
beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light
King against King! Love one another with burning
I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is
then Will stops does nought. If Power asks why, then is
for the Equinox of the Gods. A feast for fire and a
conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be
of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes
shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in
hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee
availest: they are the slaves of because: They are
was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may
seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the
be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of
rejoice! We are one; we are none. Hold! Hold! Bear up in
delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be
Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee. The length
unto thee. The length of thy longing shall be the
death much is ever the King among the Kings. Aye!
thou know ever. There cometh one to follow thee:
But remember, o chosen one, to be me; to follow
Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall
danger trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me
name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them,
curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all. Fear
let be off; damn them who pity. Kill and torture;
of Desolation; count well its name, it shall be to you
shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this. The other
The other images group around me to support
around me to support me: let all be worshipped,
meal honey thick leavings of red wine; then oil of
blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of
slay, naming you enemies they shall fall before you.
shall be strong in war. Moreover, be they long kept
arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and
unveils the veiled sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run
Into the House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra and of Ahathoor. I
breast I beat; By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
I weave my spell. Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit! Bid
meetest, were it but to dine or to drink
her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall
the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties
will bring you to victory joy: I will be at your arms
is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my
am in a secret fourfold word the blasphemy against all
blasphemy against all gods of men. Curse them! Curse
the cross I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed
chaste women be utterly despised among you. Also
Do what thou wilt. There is an end of the word of the God
of the Law, and its comment he understandeth it
pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand I am
a splendor in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of
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