https://418.mysticsymbolism.com Liber 418 Fri, 10 Sep 2021 22:52:36 +0000 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com en https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/Home Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:28 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/Home <img width="614" height="1040" width_o="614" height_o="1040" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/9a870414769b8abfc2bc7e0e7e8ffa43feab22bbc6f63053f421e2de97b083e1/152515658289671220.png" data-mid="118512967" border="0" data-scale="61" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/614/i/9a870414769b8abfc2bc7e0e7e8ffa43feab22bbc6f63053f421e2de97b083e1/152515658289671220.png" /> https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/30th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:31 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/30th-Athyr TEXThe Cry of the 30th or Inmost Aire or Æthyr Which is Called TEX1 &nbsp; &nbsp; I AM in a vast crystal cube in the form of the Great God Harpocrates. This cube is surrounded by a sphere.2 About me are four archangels in black robes, their wings and armour lined out in white. In the North3 is a book on whose back and front are A.M.B.Z.4 in Enochian characters. Within it is written: I AM, the surrounding of the four. Lift up your heads, O Houses of Eternity: for my Father goeth forth to judge the World. One Light, let it become a thousand, and one sword ten thousand, that no man hide him from my Father's eye in the Day of Judgment of my God. Let the Gods hide themselves: let the Angels be troubled and flee away: for the Eye of My Father is open, and the Book of the Æons is fallen. Arise! Arise! Arise! Let the Light of the Sight of Time be extinguished: let the Darkness cover all things: for my Father goeth forth to seek a spouse to replace her who is fallen and defiled. Seal the book with the seals of the Stars Concealed: for the Rivers have rushed together and the Name יהוה is broken in a thousand pieces (against the Cubic Stone).5 Tremble ye, O Pillars of the Universe,6 for Eternity is in travail of a Terrible Child; she shall bring forth an universe of Darkness, whence shall leap forth a spark that shall put his father to flight. The Obelisks are broken; the stars have rushed together: the Light hath plunged into the Abyss: the Heavens are mixed with Hell. My Father shall not hear their Noise: His ears are closed: His eyes are covered with the clouds of Night. The End! the End! the End: For the Eye of Shiva He hath opened: the Universe is naked before Him: for the Aeon of Saturn leaneth toward the Bosom of Death.7 <img width="2398" height="498" width_o="2398" height_o="498" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d14ad97d962c214d1d5fb785daf4618c6fda7a3e810c3f537ddcc5aced786ca4/Screen-Shot-2021-09-10-at-2.41.32-PM.png" data-mid="118580974" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/d14ad97d962c214d1d5fb785daf4618c6fda7a3e810c3f537ddcc5aced786ca4/Screen-Shot-2021-09-10-at-2.41.32-PM.png" />8 The Angel of the East9 hath a book of red written in letters of Blue A.B.F.M.A.10 in Enochian.11 The Book grows before my eyes and filleth the Whole Heaven. Within: "It is Written, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord Thy God."12 I see above the Book a multitude of white-robed Ones from whom droppeth a great rain of Blood:13 but above them is a Golden Sun,14 having an eye,14 whence a great Light.14 I turned me to the South:15 and read therein: Seal up the Book! Speak not that which thou seest and reveal it unto none: for the ear is not framed that shall hear it: nor the tongue that can speak it! O Lord God, blessed, blessed, blessed be Thou for ever! Thy Shadow is as great Light. Thy Name is as the Breath of Love across all Worlds. <img width="2384" height="464" width_o="2384" height_o="464" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/4f209ef342e247c364de759d673874aeb00953de765a4174f3b0e011e0dec863/Screen-Shot-2021-09-10-at-2.44.00-PM.png" data-mid="118581195" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/4f209ef342e247c364de759d673874aeb00953de765a4174f3b0e011e0dec863/Screen-Shot-2021-09-10-at-2.44.00-PM.png" /> (A vast Svastika is shewn unto me behind the Angel with the Book.)16 Rend your garments, O ye clouds! Uncover yourselves! for the Love of My Son! Who are they that trouble thee? Who are they that slew thee? O Light! Come thou, who art joined with me to bruise the Dragon's head.17 We, who are wedded, and the Earth perceiveth it not! O that Our Bed were seen of Men, that they might rejoice in My Fertility: that My Sister might partake of My Great Light. O Light of God, when wilt thou find the heart of man --- write not! I would not that men know the Sorrow of my Heart, Amen! I turned me to the West, and the Archangel bore a flaming Book, on which was written AN18 in Enochian.19 &nbsp;Within was drawn a fiery scorpion, yet cold withal.20 Until the Book of the East be opened! Until the hour sound! Until the Voice vibrate! Until it pierce my Depth; Look not on High! Look not Beneath! For thou wilt find a life which is as Death: or a Death which should be infinite. For Thou art submitted to the Four: Five thou shalt find, but Seven is lone and far.21 O Lord God, let Thy Spirit hither unto me! For I am lost in the night of infinite pain: no hope: no God: no resurrection: no end: I fall: I fear. O Saviour of the World, bruise Thou my Head with Thy foot to save the world, that once again I touch Him whom I slew, that in my death I feel the radiance and the heat of the moving of Thy Robes! Let us alone! What have we to do with Thee, Thou Jesus of Nazareth?22 Go! Go! If I keep silence - Or if I speak each word is anguish without hope. And I heard the Aethyr cry aloud "Return! Return! Return! For the work is ended; and the Book is shut; and let the glory be to God the Blessed for ever in the Aeons, Amen." Thus far is the voice of TEX23 and no more. https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/29th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:33 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/29th-Athyr RIIThe Cry of the 29th Æthyr, Which is Called RII1 The sky appears covered with stars of gold; the background is of green. But the impression is also of darkness. An immense eagle-angel is before me. His wings seem to hide all the Heaven.2 He cried aloud saying: The Voice of the Lord upon the Waters: the Terror of God upon Mankind. The voice of the Lord maketh the Skies to tremble: the Stars are troubled: the Aires fall. The First Voice Speaketh and saith: Cursed, cursed be the Earth, for her iniquity is great. Oh Lord! Let Thy Mercy be lost in the great Deep! Open thine eyes of Flame and Light, O God, upon the wicked! Lighten thine Eyes! The Clamour of Thy Voice, let it smite down the Mountains! Let us not see it! Cover we our eyes, lest we see the End of Man. Close we our ears, lest we hear the cry of Woman. Let none speak of it: let none write it: I, I am troubled, my eyes are moist with dews of terror: surely the Bitterness of Death is past. And I turned me to the South and lo! a great lion3 as wounded and perplexed. He cried: I have conquered! Let the Sons of Earth keep silence; for my Name is become as That of Death! When will men learn the Mysteries of Creation? How much more those of the Dissolution (and the Pang of Fire)? I turned me to the West and there was a great Bull;4 White with horns of White and Black and Gold. His mouth was scarlet and his eyes as Sapphire stones. With a great sword he shore the skies asunder, and amid the silver flashes of the steel grew lightnings and deep clouds of Indigo. He spake: It is finished! My mother hath unveiled herself! My sister hath violated herself! The life of things hath disclosed its Mystery. The work of the Moon is done! Motion is ended for ever! Clipped are the eagle's wings: but my Shoulders have not lost their strength. I heard a Great Voice from above crying: Thou liest! For the Volatile hath indeed fixed itself; but it hath arisen above thy sight. The World is desert: but the Abodes of the House of my Father are peopled; and His Throne is crusted over with white Brilliant Stars, a lustre of bright gems. In the North is a Man upon a Great Horse, having a Scourge and Balances&nbsp;5 in his hand (or a long spear glitters at his back or in his hand). He is clothed in black velvet and his face is stern and terrible. He spake saying: I have judged! It is the end: the gate of the beginning. Look in the Beneath and thou shalt see a new world! I looked and saw a great abyss and a dark funnel of whirling waters or fixed airs, wherein were cities and monsters and trees and atoms and mountains and little flames (being souls) and all the material of an universe. And all are sucked down one by one, as necessity hath ordained. For below is a glittering jewelled globe of gold and azure, set in a World of Stars.6 And there came a Voice from the Abyss, saying: "Thou seest the Current of Destiny! Canst thou change one atom in its path? I am Destiny. Dost thou think to control me? for who can move my course?" And there falleth a thunderbolt therein: a catastrophe of explosion: and all is shattered. And I saw above me a Vast Arm reach down, dark and terrible, and a voice cried: I AM ETERNITY. And a great mingled cry arose: "No! no! no! All is changed; all is confounded; naught is ordered: the white is stained with blood: the black is kissed of the Christ! Return! Return! It is a new chaos that thou findest here: chaos for thee: for us it is the skeleton of a New Truth!" I said: Tell me this truth: for I have conjured ye by the Mighty Names of God, the which ye cannot but obey. The voice said: Light is consumed as a child in the Womb of its Mother to develop itself anew. But pain and sorrow infinite, and darkness are invoked. For this child riseth up within his Mother and doth crucify himself within her bosom. He extendeth his arms in the arms of his Mother and the Light becometh fivefold.7 Lux in Luce, Christus in Cruce; Deo Duce Sempiterno.8 And be the glory for ever and ever unto the Most High God, Amen! Then I returned within my body, giving glory unto the Lord of Light and of the Darkness. In Saecula Saeculorum.9 Amen! (On composing myself to sleep, I was shewn an extremely brilliant: <img width="224" height="220" width_o="224" height_o="220" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/5f59fb56af14c4209fe0c52b9a78039b68cc5c6378377bd40d4e18c4ba8cbe7d/Screen-Shot-2021-09-10-at-3.56.27-PM.png" data-mid="118584176" border="0" data-scale="10" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/224/i/5f59fb56af14c4209fe0c52b9a78039b68cc5c6378377bd40d4e18c4ba8cbe7d/Screen-Shot-2021-09-10-at-3.56.27-PM.png" />10 in the Character of the Passing of the River, in an egg of white light. And I take this as the best of Omens. The letter was extremely vivid and indeed apparently physical. Almost a Dhyana.) [Mexico, D.F.] November 17th, 1900, Die [♄].11 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/A-Note-Concerning-the-Thirty-Aethyrs Fri, 10 Sep 2021 22:52:36 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/A-Note-Concerning-the-Thirty-Aethyrs November 17, 1900 A NOTE1 Concerning the 30 Aethyrs: The Visions of the 29th and 30th Aethyrs were given to me in Mexico in August2, 1900, and I am now (November 23rd, 1909) trying to get the rest. It is to be remarked that the last three aethyrs3 have ten angels attributed to them,4 and they therefore represent the ten Sephiroth. Yet these ten form but one, a Malkuth-pendant to the next three,5 and so on, each set being, as it were, absorbed in the higher.6 The last set consists, therefore, of the first three aethyrs with the remaining twenty-seven as their Malkuth. And the letters of the first three aethyrs are the key- sigils of the most exalted interpretation of the Sephiroth. I is therefore Kether; L, Chokmah and Binah; A, Chesed; N, Geburah; R, Tiphereth; Z, Netzach; N, Hod; O, Jesod. The geomantic correspondences of the Enochian alphabet form a sublime commentary. Note that the total angels of the aethyrs are 91, the numeration of Amen. https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/28th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:35 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/28th-Athyr BAGThe Cry of the 28th Æthyr, Which is Called BAG1 There cometh an Angel into the stone with opalescent2 shining garments like a wheel of fire3 on every side of him, and in his hand is a long flail of scarlet lightning;4 his face is black,5 and his eyes white without any pupil or iris.6 The face is very terrible indeed to look upon. Now in front of him is a wheel, with many spokes, and many tyres; it is like a fence7 in front of him. And he cries: O man, who art thou that wouldst penetrate the Mystery? for it is hidden unto the End of Time.8 And I answer him: Time9 is not, save in the darkness of Her womb by whom evil came. And now the wheel breaks away, and I see him as he is. His garment is black beneath the opal2 veils, but it is lined with white, and he has the shining belly of a fish, and enormous wings of black and white feathers, and innumerable little legs and claws like a centipede, and a long tail like a scorpion. The breasts8 are human, but they are all scored with blood; and he cries: O thou who hast broken down the veil,8 knowest thou not that who cometh where I am must be scarred by many sorrows?10 And I answer him: Sorrow11 is not, save in the darkness of the womb of Her by whom came evil. I pierce the Mystery11 of his breast,11 and therein is a jewel. It is a sapphire as great as an ostrich egg, and thereon is graven this sigil: <img width="1662" height="1778" width_o="1662" height_o="1778" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/a97de8e3908c641c3698247c2340754a7a7d7baff6685a6b4d3127cce2b57979/Screen-Shot-2021-09-24-at-3.03.40-PM.png" data-mid="119810969" border="0" data-scale="30" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/a97de8e3908c641c3698247c2340754a7a7d7baff6685a6b4d3127cce2b57979/Screen-Shot-2021-09-24-at-3.03.40-PM.png" /> But there is also much writing on the stone, very minute characters carved. I cannot read them. He points with his flail to the sapphire, which is now outside him and bigger than himself;12 and he cries: Hail! warden of the Gates of Eternity who knowest not13 thy right hand from thy left;14 for in the aeon of my Father is a god with clasped hands wherein he holdeth the universe, crushing15 it into the dust that ye call stars. Hail unto thee who knowest not thy right eye from thy left;16 for in the aeon of my Father there is but one light. Hail unto thee who knowest not thy right nostril17 from thy left; for in the aeon of my Father there is neither life nor death. Hail unto thee who knowest not thy right ear18 from thy left; for in the aeon of my Father there is neither sound nor silence. Whoso hath power to break open this sapphire stone shall find therein four elephants having tusks of mother-of-pearl, and upon whose backs are castles, those castles which ye call the watch-towers of the Universe.19 Let me dwell in peace within the breast of the Angel that is warden of the aethyr. Let not the shame of my Mother be unveiled. Let not her be put to shame that lieth among the lilies that are beyond the stars. O man, that must ever be opening, when wilt thou learn to seal up the mysteries of the creation? to fold thyself over thyself as a rose in the embrace of night? But thou must play the wanton to the sun, and the wind must tear thy petals from thee, and the bee must rob thee of thy honey, and thou must fall into the dusk of things. Amen and Amen. Verily the light is hidden, therefore he who hideth himself is like unto the light; but thou openest thyself; thou art like unto the darkness that bindeth the belly of the great goddess.20 OLAHO VIRUDEN MAHORELA ZODIREDA! ON PIREDA EXENTASER; ARBA PIRE GAH GAHA GAHAL GAHALANA VO ABRA NA GAHA VELUCORSAPAX.21 And the voice of the aeon cried: Return, return, return! the time sickeneth, and the space gapeth, and the voice of him that is, was and shall be crowned rattles in the throat of the mighty dragon of eld.22 Thou canst not pass by me, except thou have the mystery of the word of the abyss. Now the angel putteth back the sapphire stone into his breast; and I spake unto him and said, I will fight with thee and overcome thee, except thou expound unto me the word of the abyss. Now he makes as if to fight with me. (It is very horrible, all the tentacles moving and the flail flashing, and the fierce eyeless face, strained and swollen.) And with the Magic sword I pierce through his armour to his breast. He fell back, saying: Each of these my scars was thus made, for I am the warden of the aethyr. And he would have said more; but I cut him short, saying: expound the word of the Abyss. And he said:23 Discipline is sorrowful and ploughing is laborious and age is weariness. Thou shalt be vexed by dispersion.24 But now, if the sun arise,25 fold thou thine arms;25 then shall God smite thee into a pillar of salt.26 Look not so deeply into words and letters; for this Mystery hath been hidden by the Alchemists. Compose the sevenfold into a fourfold regimen;27 and when thou hast understood thou mayest make symbols;28 but by playing child's games with symbols thou shalt never understand.29 Thou hast the signs; thou hast the words; but there are many things that are not in my power, who am but the warden of the 28th Aethyr. Now my name thou shalt obtain in this wise. Of the three angels of the Aethyr,30 thou shalt write the names from right to left and from left to right and from right to left, and these are the holy letters: The first 1, the fifth 2, the sixth 3, the eleventh 4, the seventh 5, the twelfth 6, the seventeenth 7. Thus hast thou my name31 who am above these three, but the angels of the 30th Aethyr are indeed four, and they have none above them; wherefore dispersion and disorder.32 Now cometh from every side at once a voice, terribly great, crying: Close the veil; the great blasphemy hath been uttered; the face of my Mother33 is scarred by the nails of the devil. Shut the book, destroy the breaker of the seal! And I answered: Had he not been destroyed he had not come hither, for I am not save in the darkness in the womb of Her34 by whom came evil into the world. And this darkness swallows everything up,35 and the angel is gone from the stone;36 and there is no light therein, save only the light of the Rose and of the Cross.37 Aumale, Algeria. November 23, 1909, between 8 and 9 p.m. https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/27th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:38 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/27th-Athyr ZAAThe Cry of the 27th Aethyr, Which is Called ZAA1 There is an angel with rainbow wings, and his dress is green2 with silver, a green veil3 over silver4 armour. Flames of many-coloured fire dart from him in all directions. It is a woman of some thirty years old, and she has the moon for a crest, and the moon is blazoned on her heart, and her sandals are curved silver, like the moon. And she cries: Lonely am I and cold in the wilderness of the stars.5 For I am the queen of all them that dwell in Heaven,6 and the queen of all them that are pure upon earth, and the queen of all the sorcerers of hell.7 I am the daughter of Nuit, the lady of the stars. And I am the Bride of them that are vowed unto loneliness.8 And I am the mother of the Dog Cerberus.9 One person am I, and three gods.10 And thou who hast blasphemed me shalt suffer knowing me. For I am cold as thou art cold, and burn with thy fire.11 Oh, when shall the war of the Aires and the elements be accomplished?12 Radiant are these falchions of my brothers, invisibly about me, but the might of the aethyrs beneath my feet beareth me down. And they avail not to sever the Kamailos.13 There is one in green armour, with green eyes, whose sword is of vegetable fire.14 They shall avail me. My son is he,15 - and how shall I bear him that have not known man? All this time intolerable rays are shooting forth to beat me back or destroy me; but I am encased in an egg of blue-violet, and my form is the form of a man with the head of a golden hawk.16 While I have been observing this, the goddess has kept up a continuous wail, like the baying of a thousand hounds;17 and now her voice is deep and guttural and hoarse, and she breathes very rapidly words that I cannot hear. I can hear some of them now. UNTU LA LA ULULA UMUNA TOFA LAMA LE LI NA AHR IMA TAHARA ELULA ETFOMA UNUNA ARPETI ULU ULU ULU MARABAN ULULU MAHATA ULU ULU LAMASTANA.18 And then her voice rises to a shriek, and there is a cauldron19 boiling in front of her; and the flames under the cauldron are like unto zinc flames,20 and in the cauldron is the Rose, the Rose of 49 petals,21 seething in it. Over the cauldron she has arched her rainbow wings; and her face is bent over the cauldron, and she is blowing opalescent silvery rings on to the Rose; and each ring as it touches the water bursts into flame, and the Rose takes new colours.22 And now she lifts her head, and raises her hands to heaven, and cries: O Mother,23 wilt thou never have compassion on the children of earth? Was it not enough that the Rose should be red with the blood of thine heart,24 and that its petals should be by 7 and by 7? She is weeping, weeping.25 And the tears grow and fill the whole stone with moons.26 I can see nothing and hear nothing for the tears, though she keeps on praying. "Take of these pearls,27 treasure them in thine heart. Is not the Kingdom of the Abyss accurst?" She points downward to the cauldron; and now in it there is the head of a most cruel dragon,28 black and corrupted. I watch, and watch; and nothing happens. And now the dragon rises out of the cauldron, very long and slim (like Japanese Dragons, but infinitely more terrible), and he blots out the whole sphere of the stone.29 Then suddenly all is gone, and there is nothing in the stone save brilliant white light and flecks like sparks of golden fire; and there is a ringing, as if bells were being used for anvils. And there is a perfume which I cannot describe; it is like nothing that one can describe, but the suggestion is like lignum aloes.30 And now all these things are there at once in the same place and time.31 Now a veil of olive and silver32 is drawn over the stone, only I hear the voice of the angel33 receding, very sweet and faint and sorrowful, saying: Far off and lonely in the secret stone is the unknown, and interpenetrated is the knowledge with the will and the understanding. I am alone. I am lost, because I am all and in all; and my veil is woven of the green earth and the web of stars. I love; and I am denied, for I have denied myself. Give me those hands, put them against my heart. Is it not cold? Sink, sink, the abyss of time remains. It is not possible that one should come to ZAA. Give me thy face. Let me kiss it with my cold kisses. Ah! Ah! Ah! Fall back from me. The word, the word of the aeon is MAKHASHANAH.34 And these words shalt thou say backwards:35 ARARNAY OBOLO MAHARNA TUTULU NOM LAHARA EN NEDIEZO LO SAD FONUSA SOBANA ARANA BINUF LA LA LA ARPAZNA UOHULU. when thou wilt call my burden unto appearance, for I who am the Virgin goddess am the pregnant goddess, and I have cast down my burden even unto the borders of the universe.36 They that blaspheme me are stoned, and my veil37 is fallen about me even unto the end of time.37 Now there arises a great raging of thousands and thousands of mighty warriors flashing through the aethyr so thickly that nothing is to be seen but their swords, which are like blue-gray plumes. And the noise is confused, thousands of battle-cries harmonizing to a roar, like the roar of a monstrous river in flood. And all the stone is dull, dull gray. The life is gone from it.38 There is no more to see. Sidi Aissa, Algeria. November 24, 1909, 8-9 p.m. https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/26th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:40 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/26th-Athyr DESThe Cry of the 26th Aethyr, Which is Called DES1 There is a very bright pentagram: and now the stone is gone, and the whole heaven is black, and the blackness is the blackness of a mighty angel. And though he is black (his face and his wings and his robe and his armour are all black), yet is he so bright that I cannot look upon him. And he cries: O ye spears and vials of poison and sharp swords and whirling thunderbolts that are about the corners of the earth, girded with wrath and justice, know ye that His name is Righteousness in Beauty? Burnt out are your eyes, for that ye have seen me in my majesty. And broken are the drum-heads of your ears, because my name is as two mountains of fornication, the breasts of a strange woman; and my Father is not in them. Lo! the pools of fire and torment mingled with sulphur! Many are their colours, and their colour is as molten gold, when all is said. Is not He one, one and alone, in whom the brightness of your countenance is as 1,728 petals of fire. Also he spake the curse, folding his wings across and crying: Is not the son the enemy of his father? And hath not the daughter stolen the warmth of the bed of her mother8? therefore is the great curse irrevocable. Therefore there is neither wisdom nor understanding nor knowledge in this house, that hangeth upon the edge of hell9. Thou art not 4 but 2, O thou blasphemy spoken against 1. Therefore whoso worshippeth thee is accursed. He shall be brayed in a mortar and the powder thereof cast to the winds, that the birds of the air may eat thereof and die; and he shall be dissolved in strong acid and the elixir poured into the sea, that the fishes of the sea may breathe thereof and die. And he shall be mingled with dung and spread upon the earth, so that the herbs of the earth may feed thereof and die; and he shall be burnt utterly with fire, and the ashes thereof shall calcine the children of flame, that even in hell may be found an overflowing lamentation. And now on the breast of the Angel is a golden egg between the blackness of the wings, and that egg grows and grows all over the aethyr. And it breaks, and within there is a golden eagle. And he cries: Woe! woe! woe! Yea, woe unto the world! For there is no sin, and there is no salvation. My plumes are like waves of gold upon the sea. My eyes are brighter than the sun. My tongue is swifter than the lightning. Yet am I hemmed in by the armies of night, singing, singing phrases unto Him that is smitten by the thunderbolt of the abyss. Is not the sky clear behind the sun? These clouds that burn thee up, these rays that scorch the brains of men with blindness; these are heralds before my face of the dissolution and the night. Ye are all blinded by my glory; and though ye treasure in your heart the sacred word that is the last lever of the key to the little door beyond the abyss, yet ye gloss and comment thereupon; for the light itself is but illusion. Truth itself is but illusion. Yea, these be the great illusions beyond life and space and time. Let thy lips blister with my words! Are they not meteors in thy brain? Back, back from the face of the accursed one, who am I; back into the night of my father, into the silence; for all that ye deem right is left, forward is backward, upward is downward. I am the great god adored of the holy ones. Yet am I the accursed one, child of the elements and not their father. O my mother! wilt thou not have pity upon me? Wilt thou not shield me? For I am naked, I am manifest, I am profane. O my father! wilt not thou withdraw me? I am extended, I am double, I am profane. Woe, woe unto me! These are they that hear not prayer. It is I that have heard all prayer alway, and there is none to answer me. Woe unto me! Woe unto me! Accursed am I unto the aeons! All this time this brilliant eagle-headed god has been attacked, seemingly, by invisible people, for he is wounded now and again, here and there; little streams of fresh blood come out over the feathers of his breast. And the smoke of the blood is gradually filling the Aethyr with a crimson veil. There is a scroll over the top, saying: Ecclesia abhorret a sanguine; and there is another scroll below it in a language of which I do not know the sounds. The meaning is, Not as they have understood. The blood is thicker and darker now, and it is becoming clotted and black, so that everything is blotted out; because it coagulates, coagulates. And then at the top there steals a dawn of pure night- blue, --- Oh, the stars, the stars in it deeply set! --- and drives the blood down; so that all round the top of the oval gradually dawns the figure of our Lady Nuit, and beneath her is the flaming winged disk, and below the altar of Ra-Hoor-Khuit, even as it is upon the Stele of Revealing. But below is the supine figure of Seb, into whom is concentrated all that clotted blood. And there comes a voice: It is the dawn of the aeon. The aeons of cursing are passed away. Force and fire, strength and sight, these are for the servants of the Star and the Snake. And now I seem to be lying in the desert, exhausted21. The Desert, near Sidi Aissa. November 25, 1909. 1:10 - 2 p.m. https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/25th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:42 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/25th-Athyr VTIThe Cry of the 25th Aethyr, Which is Called VTI There is nothing in the stone but the pale gold of the Rosy Cross. Now there comes an Angel with bright wings, that is the Angel of the 25th Aire. And all the aire is a dark olive about him, like an alexandrite stone. He bears a pitcher or amphora And now there comes another Angel upon a white horse, and yet again another Angel upon a black bull. And now there comes a lion and swallows the two latter angels up. The first angel goes to the lion and closes his mouth. And behind them are arrayed a great company of Angels with silver spears, like a forest. And the Angel says: Blow, all ye trumpets, for I will loose my hands from the mouth of the lion, and his roaring shall enkindle the worlds. Then the trumpets blow, and the wind rises and whistles terribly. It is a blue wind with silver specks; and it blows through the whole Aethyr. But through it one perceives the lion, which has become as a raging flame. And he roareth in an unknown tongue. But this is the interpretation thereof: Let the stars be burnt up in the fire of my nostrils! Let all the gods and the archangels and the angels and the spirits that are on the earth, and above the earth, and below the earth, that are in all the heavens and in all the hells, let them be as motes dancing in the beam of mine eye! I am he that swalloweth up death and victory. I have slain the crowned goat, and drunk up the great sea. Like the ash of dried leaves the worlds are blown before me. Thou hast passed by me, and thou hast not known me. Woe unto thee, that I have not devoured thee altogether! On my head is the crown, 419 rays far-darting. And my body is the body of the Snake, and my soul is the soul of the Crowned Child. Though an Angel in white robes leadeth me, - who shall ride upon me but the Woman of Abominations? Who is the Beast? Am not I one more than he? In his hand is a sword that is a book. In his hand is a spear that is a cup of fornication. Upon his mouth is set the great and terrible seal. And he hath the secret of V. His ten horns spring from five points, and his eight heads are as the charioteer of the West. Thus doth the fire of the sun temper the spear of Mars, and thus shall he be worshipped, as the warrior lord of the sun. Yet in him is the woman that devoureth with her water all the fire of God. Alas! my lord, thou art joined with him that knoweth not these things. When shall the day come that men shall flock to this my gate, and fall into my furious throat, a whirlpool of fire? This is hell unquenchable, and all they shall be utterly consumed therein. Therefore is that asbestos unconsumable made pure. Each of my teeth is a letter of the reverberating name. My tongue is a pillar of fire, and from the glands of my mouth arise four pillars of water. TAOTZEM is the name by which I am blasphemed. My name thou shalt not know, lest thou pronounce it and pass by. And now the Angel comes forward again and closes his mouth. All this time heavy blows have been raining upon me from invisible angels, so that I am weighed down as with a burden greater than the world. I am altogether crushed. Great millstones are hurled out of heaven upon me. I am trying to crawl to the lion, and the ground is covered with sharp knives. I cut myself at every inch. And the voice comes: Why art thou there who art here? Hast thou not the sign of the number, and the seal of the name, and the ring of the eye? Thou wilt not. And I answered and said: I am a creature of earth, and ye would have me swim. And the voice said: Thy fear is known; thine ignorance is known; thy weakness is known; but thou art nothing in this matter. Shall the grain which is cast into the earth by the hand of the sower debate within itself, saying, am I oats or barley? Bondslave of the curse, we give nothing, we take all. Be thou content. That which thou art, thou art. Be content. And now the lion passeth over through the Aethyr with the crowned beast upon his back, and the tail of the lion goes on instead of stopping, and on each hair of the tail is something or other — sometimes a little house, sometimes a planet, at other times a town. Then there is a great plain with soldiers fighting upon it, and an enormously high mountain carved into a thousand temples, and more houses and fields and trees, and great cities with wonderful buildings in them, statues and columns and public buildings generally. This goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on all on the hairs of this lion's tail. And then there is the tuft of his tail, which is like a comet, but the head is a new universe, and each hair streaming away from it is a Milky Way. And then there is a pale stern figure, enormous, enormous, bigger than all that universe is, in silver armour, with a sword and a pair of balances. That is only vague. All has gone into stone-gray, blank. There is nothing. Ain el Hajel. November 25, 1909. 8:40-9:40 p.m. (There were two voices in all this Cry, one behind the other — or, one was the speech, and the other the meaning. And the voice that was the speech was simply a roaring, one tremendous noise, like a mixture of thunder and water-falls and wild beasts and bands and artillery. And yet it was articulate, though I cannot tell you what a single word was. But the meaning of the voice — the second voice — was quite silent, and put the ideas directly into the brain of the Seer, as if by touch. It is not certain whether the millstones and the sword-strokes that rained upon him were not these very sounds and ideas.) https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/24th-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:45 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/24th-Athyr NIA The Cry of the 24th Aethyr, Which is Called NIA An angel comes forward into the stone like a warrior clad in chain- armour. Upon his head are plumes of gray, spread out like the fan of a peacock. About his feet a great army of scorpions and dogs, lions, elephants, and many other wild beasts. He stretches forth his arms to heaven and cries; In the crackling of the lightning, in the rolling of the thunder, in the clashing of the swords and the hurling of the arrows: be thy name exalted! Streams of fire come out of the heavens, a pale brilliant blue, like plumes. And they gather themselves and settle upon his lips. His lips are redder than roses, and the blue plumes gather themselves into a blue rose, and from beneath the petals of the rose come brightly coloured humming-birds, and dew falls from the rose- honey-coloured dew. I stand in the shower of it. And a voice proceeds from the rose: Come away! Our chariot is drawn by doves. Of mother-of-pearl and ivory is our chariot and the reins thereof are the heart-strings of men. Every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon. And every place on which we rest shall be a young universe rejoicing in its strength; the meadows thereof shall be covered with flowers. There shall we rest but a night, and in the morning we shall flee away, comforted. Now, to myself, I have imagined the chariot of which the voice spake, and I looked to see who was with me in the chariot. It was an Angel of golden hair and golden skin, whose eyes were bluer than the sea, whose mouth was redder than the fire, whose breath was ambrosial air. Finer than a spider's web were her robes. And they were of the seven colours. All this I saw; and then the hidden voice went on low and sweet: Come away! The price of the journey is little, though its name be death. Thou shalt die to all that thou fearest and hopest and hatest and lovest and thinkest and art. Yea! thou shalt die, even as thou must die. For all that thou hast, thou hast not; all that thou art, thou art not! NENNI OFEKUFA ANANAEL LAIADA I MAELPEREJI NONUKA AFAFA ADAREPEHETA PEREGI ALADI NIISA NIISA LAPE OL ZODIR IDOIAN. And I said: ODO KIKALE QAA. Why art thou hidden from me, whom I hear? And the voice answered and said unto me: Hearing is of the spirit alone. Thou art a partaker of the five-fold mystery. Thou must roll up the ten divine ones like a scroll, and fashion therefrom a star. Yet must thou blot out the star in the heart of Hadit. For the blood of my heart is like a warm bath of myrrh and ambergris; bathe thyself therein. The blood of my heart is all gathered upon my lips if I kiss thee, burns in my fingertips if I caress thee, burns in my womb when thou art caught up into my bed. Mighty are the stars; mighty is the sun; mighty is the moon; mighty is the voice of the ever-living one, and the echoes of his whisper are the thunders of the dissolution of the worlds. But my silence is mightier than they. Close up the worlds like unto a weary house; close up the book of the recorder, and let the veil swallow up the shrine, for I am arisen, O my fair one, and there is no more need of all these things. If once I put thee apart from me, it was the joy of play. Is not the ebb and flowing of the tide a music of the sea? Come, let us mount unto Nuit our mother and be lost! Let being be emptied in the infinite abyss! For by me only shalt thou mount; thou hast none other wings than mine. All this while the Rose has been shooting out blue flames, coruscating like snakes through the whole Aire. And the snakes have taken shapes of sentences. One of them is: Sub umbra alarum tuarum Adonai quies et felicitas. And another: Summum bonum, vera sapientia, magnanima vita, sub noctis nocte sunt. And another is: Vera medicina est vinum mortis. And another is: Libertas evangelii per jugum legis ob gloriam dei intactam ad vacuum nequaquam tendit. And another is: Sub aqu lex terrarum. And another is: Mens edax rerum, cor umbra rerum; intelligentia via summa. And another is: Summa via lucis: per Hephaestum undas regas. And another is: Vir introit tumulum regis, invenit oleum lucis. And all round the whole of these things are the letters TARO; but the light is so dreadful that I cannot read the words. I am going to try again. All these serpents are collected together very thickly at the edges of the wheel, because there are an innumerable number of sentences. One is: tres annos regimen oraculi. And another is: terribilis ardet rex ןוילע. And another is: Ter amb (amp?) (can't see it) Rosam oleo (?). And another is: Tribus annulis regna olisbon. And the marvel is that with those four letters you can get a complete set of rules for doing everything, both for white magic and black. And now I see the heart of the rose again. I see the face of him that is the heart of the rose, and in the glory of that face I am ended. My eyes are fixed upon his eyes; my being is sucked up through my eyes into those eyes. And I see through those eyes, and lo! the universe, like whirling sparks of gold, blown like a tempest. I seem to swell out again into him. My consciousness fills the whole Aethyr. I hear the cry NIA, ringing again and again from within me. It sounds like infinite music, and behind the sound is the meaning of the Aethyr. Again there are no words. All this time the whirling sparks of gold go on, and they are like blue sky, with a lot of rather thin white clouds in it, outside. And now I see mountains round, far blue mountains, purple mountains. And in the midst is a little green dell of moss, which is all sparkling with dew that drips from the rose. And I am lying on that moss with my face upwards, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking of the dew. I cannot describe to you the joy and the exhaustion of everything that was, and the energy of everything that is, for it is only a corpse that is lying on the moss. I am the soul of the Aethyr. Now it reverberates like the swords of archangels, clashing upon the armour of the damned; and there seem to be the blacksmiths of heaven beating the steel of the worlds upon the anvils of hell, to make a roof to the Aethyr. For if the great work were accomplished and all the Aethyrs were caught up into one, then would the vision fail; then would the voice be still. Now all is gone from the stone. Ain el Hajel. November 26, 1909. 2-3:25 p.m. https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/23rd-Athyr Fri, 10 Sep 2021 05:50:47 +0000 Liber 418 https://418.mysticsymbolism.com/23rd-Athyr TOR The Cry of the 23rd Aethyr, Which is Called TOR In the brightness of the stone are three lights, brighter than all, which revolve ceaselessly. And now there is a spider's web of silver covering the whole of the stone. Behind the spider's web is a star of twelve rays; and behind that again, a black bull, furiously pawing up the ground. The flames from his mouth increase and whirl, and he cries: Behold the mystery of toil, O thou who art taken in the toils of mystery. For I who trample the earth thereby make whirlpools in the air; be comforted, therefore, for though I be black, in the roof of my mouth is the sign of the Beetle. Bent are the backs of my brethren, yet shall they gore the lion with their horns. Have I not the wings of the eagle, and the face of the man? And now he is turned into one of those winged Assyrian bull-men. And he sayeth: The spade of the husbandman is the sceptre of the king. All the heavens beneath me, they serve me. They are my fields and my gardens and my orchards and my pastures. Glory be unto thee, who didst set thy feet in the North; whose forehead is pierced with the sharp points of the diamonds in thy crown ; whose heart is pierced with the spear of thine own fecundity. Thou art an egg of blackness, and a worm of poison. But thou hast formulated thy father, and made fertile thy mother. Thou art the basilisk whose gaze turns men to stone, and the cockatrice at the breast of an harlot that giveth death for milk. Thou art the asp that has stolen into the cradle of the babe. Glory unto thee, who art twined about the world as the vine that clingeth to the bare body of a bacchanal. Also, though I be planted so firmly upon the earth, yet is my blood wine and my breath fire of madness. With these wings, though they be but little, I lift myself above the crown of the yod, and being without fins I yet swim in the inviolate fountain. I disport myself in the ruins of Eden, even as Leviathan in the false sea, being whole as the rose at the crown of the cross. Come ye unto me, my children, and be glad. At the end of labour is the power of labour. And in my stability is concentrated eternal change. For the whirlings of the universe are but the course of the blood in my heart. And the unspeakable variety thereof is but my divers hairs, and plumes, and gems in my tall crown. The change which ye lament is the life of my rejoicing, and the sorrow that blackeneth your hearts is the myriad deaths by which I am renewed. And the instability which maketh ye to fear, is the little waverings of balance by which I am assured. And now the veil of silver tissue-stuff closes over him, and above that, a purple veil, and above that, a golden veil, so that now the whole stone is like a thick mat of woven gold wires; and there come forth, one from each side of the stone, two women, and grasp each other by both hands, and kiss, and melt into one another; and melt away. And now the veils open again, the gold parts, and the purple parts, and the silver parts, and there is a crowned eagle, also like the Assyrian eagles. And he cries: All my strength and stability are turned to the use of flight. For though my wings are of fine gold, yet my heart is the heart of a scorpion. Glory unto thee, who being born in a stable didst make thee mirth of the filth thereof, who didst suck in iniquity from the breast of thy mother the harlot; who didst flood with iniquity the bodies of thy concubines. Thou didst lie in the filth of the streets with the dogs; thou wast tumbled and shameless and wanton in a place where four roads meet. There wast thou defiled, and there wast thou slain, and there wast thou left to rot. The charred stake was thrust through thy bowels, and thy parts were cut off and thrust into thy mouth for derision. All my unity is dissolved; I live in the tips of my feathers. That which I think to be myself is but infinite number. Glory unto the Rose and the Cross, for the Cross is extended unto the uttermost end beyond space and time and being and knowledge and delight! Glory unto the Rose that is the minute point of its center! Even as we say; glory unto the Rose that is Nuit the circumference of all, and glory unto the Cross that is the heart of the Rose! Therefore do I cry aloud, and my scream is the treble as the bellowing of the bull is the bass. Peace in the highest and peace in the lowest and peace in the midst thereof! Peace in the eight quarters, peace in the ten points of the Pentagram! Peace in the twelve rays of the seal of Solomon, and peace in the four and thirty whirlings of the hammer of Thor! Behold! I blaze upon thee. (The eagle is gone; it is only a flaming Rosy Cross of white brilliance.) I catch thee up into rapture. FALUTLI, FALUTLI! … O it dies, it dies. Bou Sada. November 28, 1909. 9:30-10:15 A.M.