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blackwood4stucky · 11 months ago
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bleak are the heavens, darker the gods | aspen blackwood
Descend into the doppelgänger-verse where tales of the heavens are bleak and the gods are even darker. From the master weaver comes the story of a lineage steeped in blood and chaos.
──────.·:·.☽✧ ☆゚ ✦  ☆゚ ✧☾.·:·. ──────
✧☾.·:·..·:·.☽✧ in his house beneath the sea, he waits dreaming of you
A chance meeting with Lloyd sends Steve down a road darker than even the path of night.
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──────.·:·.☽✧ ☆゚ ✦  ☆゚ ✧☾.·:·. ──────
✧☾.·:·..·:·.☽✧ i won't die from the salt that you pour in my wounds
Dr. Jack Benjamin always thought himself to be a good surgeon. When he loses another patient on his operating table, it sends him down a path befitting his ancestors.
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──────.·:·.☽✧ ☆゚ ✦  ☆゚ ✧☾.·:·. ──────
next up: bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death
coming 2025 as part of the Love Like No Other - Dark Romance Bang: casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare
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hausblackwood · 19 days ago
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check out what I was listening to as I wrote this novelette from bleak are the heavens, darker the gods!
closure x tk & daniel allan
good days x sza
love me harder x ariana grande & the weeknd
honest. x kiana ledé
fwm x tone stith
parking spot x prettymuch
aftertaste x cam holmes
password x tk
caught up x majid jordan x khalid
use somebody x dvsn
sho nuff x trey songz
some kind of drug x g-eazy & marc e. bassy
needs x tinashe
mars x jay sean & rick ross
i'm baby x ambré & jvck james
too deep x dvsn
maze x alina baraz
anxious x mikexangel
cedes benz x the-dream
residuals x chris brown
made for me x muni long
don't say a word x dvsn & ty dolla $ign
can you take it (interlude) x dvsn & ty dolla $ign
bliss x john legend & teyana taylor
don't wake me up dana vaughns
higher x asanté
supernatural x ariana grande & troye sivan
are you gone already x nicki minaj
trust issues x rome flynn
pain x tk
lonely x tone stith
same night x safe
trust issues x bryson tiller
ends x jastin martin
when the party's over x billie eilish
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the-chronicle-of-holy-days · 8 months ago
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Day 6
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Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII
I
1. My God, how I love Thee!
2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.
3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.
4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.
5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:
6. Art Thou not Pan?
7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.
8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!
9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.
10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.
11. Did I not yield this body and soul?
12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.
13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!
14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.
15. I am greater than the fox and the hole.
16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!
17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.
18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.
19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.
20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!
21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.
22. My God! but I love Thee!
23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?
24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.
25. I based all on one, one on naught.
26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!
27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!
28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.
29. O ever-weeping One!
30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!
31. There thought; and thought is evil.
32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.
33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!
34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.
35. I love Thee.
I love Thee.
I love Thee.
36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.
37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.
38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.
39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.
40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.
41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?
42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!
43. But Oh! I love Thee.
44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.
45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.
46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.
47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!
48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!
49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.
50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.
51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!
52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.
53. O my God, spare me!
54. Now!
It is done! Death.
55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound
Years favorite is in bold
Wow this is a doozy lol why all the tower cards remind me of the finale of the Magnus Archives
Artwork source https://www.deviantart.com/decepticoniancybra/art/The-Tower-Tarot-Card-871366781
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thehierophage · 4 years ago
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Holy Day Meditation for 4/8/21 e.v.
April 8, 2021 æ.v. Dies Jovis, 
☉︎ 19° ♈︎ : ☽︎ 14° ♓︎ : ♃︎ : Ⅴⅴⅰⅰ 
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. 
The Feast for the First Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law, The Day of Gimel, the Day of the Priestess 
Hebrew Letter: Gimel 
Numerical Value as Letter: 3 
Numerical Value as Word: 73/83 (Gimel+Mem+Lamed or Gimel+Yod+Mem+Lamed) 
Meaning: Camel. 
Thoth Card: The Priestess (Atu II) 
Alternate Title: The Priestess of the Silver Star. 
Image: 
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Correspondences: 
Tree of Life Path Association: Key 13 - Tiphareth to Kether (from Sephira 6-1) 
Astrological Sign: Moon 
Element: - 
Egyptian Godforms: Chomse 
Geomantic Figure: Enneagram 
Gemstones: Moonstone, Pearl, Crystal 
Perfumes: Menstrual Blood, Camphor (as Isis), Aloes, Myrrh bark (as Diana), Jasmine, Willow, Black Copal (as lunar eclipse) all sweet virginal odors and odoriferous roots 
Plants: Almond, Mugwort, Hazel, Moonwort, Ranunculus, Alder, Pomegranete, Peony 
Animals: Dog, Stork, Camel, Cat, Frog, Toad, Crab, Bat, Hare, Rabbit 
Colors: 
 King Scale – Blue 
Queen Scale – Silver 
Prince Scale – Cold pale blue 
Princess Scale – Silver rayed sky-blue 
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 The Secret Instruction of the Master:
Purity is to live only to the Highest; and the Highest is All: be thou as Artemis to Pan! Read thou in the Book of the Law, and break through the veil of the Virgin!
Mnemonic:
Mother, moon-maiden, playmate, bride of Pan; God's Angel-Minister to every man.
Recommended Text for Meditation:
Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX, Cap. 1
The Book of the Law Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX
as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI
I
1. Had! The manifestation of Nuit.
2. The unveiling of the company of heaven.
3. Every man and every woman is a star.
4. Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
5. Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men!
6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!
7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar-kraat.
8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.
9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!
10. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.
11. These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are fools.
12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.
14. Above, the gemmed azure is
The naked splendour of Nuit;
She bends in ecstasy to kiss
The secret ardours of Hadit.
The winged globe, the starry blue,
Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
15. Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.
16. For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight.
17. But ye are not so chosen.
18. Burn upon their brows, o splendrous serpent!
19. O azure-lidded woman, bend upon them!
20. The key of the rituals is in the secret word which I have given unto him.
21. With the God & the Adorer I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit.
22. Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.
23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
24. I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty.
25. Divide, add, multiply, and understand.
26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the beauteous one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So she answered him, bendingdown, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my ecstasy, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my body.
27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!
28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.
29. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.
30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
32. Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heaven; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!
34. But she said: the ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.
35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.
36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
37. Also the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.
39. The word of the Law is θέλημα.
40. Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Hermit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
41. The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.
42. Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will.
43. Do that, and no other shall say nay.
44. For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.
45. The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!
46. Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred & eighteen.
47. But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear.
48. My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book?
49. Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at 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 adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his secret name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
50. There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be given in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one know well the other!
51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.
52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit!
53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!
54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein.
55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them.
56. Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expected house cometh that child. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they understand a little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.
57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God.
All these old letters of my Book are aright; but צ is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity.
60. My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me.
61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say -- and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple -- To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!
64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
65. To me! To me!
66. The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.
Love is the law, love under will.
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holy-mountaineering · 6 years ago
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I 1. My God, how I love Thee! 2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe. 3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee. 4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring. 5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she: 6. Art Thou not Pan? 7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence. 8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest! 9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse. 10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee. 11. Did I not yield this body and soul? 12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat. 13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God! 14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night. 15. I am greater than the fox and the hole. 16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God! 17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep. 18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea. 19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked. 20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware! 21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir. 22. My God! but I love Thee! 23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning? 24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing. 25. I based all on one, one on naught. 26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God! 27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids! 28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye. 29. O ever-weeping One! 30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be! 31. There thought; and thought is evil. 32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough. 33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling! 34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind. 35. I love Thee. I love Thee. I love Thee. 36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration. 37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above. 38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre. 39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light. 40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X. 41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee? 42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave! 43. But Oh! I love Thee. 44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses. 45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death. 46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life. 47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips! 48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone! 49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men. 50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God. 51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now! 52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee. 53. O my God, spare me! 54. Now! It is done! Death. 55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound.
Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII Being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt Adept from his Adeptship. These are the Birth-Words of a Master of the Temple. Chapter I
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
March 25, the 5th day of High Thelemic Holy Season, we turn our gaze to Atu XVI - 'The Tower' and Chapter one of Liber VII for our pathworkings, readings, studies and meditations.
The Thoth Tower Tarot Card links the path connecting Hod (ruled by Mercury) and Netzach (ruled by Venus). This path is path 17 and is called 'Pé'. They represent the energies of the intellect and emotions respectively. The Tower is a glyph for the process of purification through fire and the planet Mars supplies this energy, which leads to the destruction of our small self or limitation of consciousness. The Tower is associated with the Hebrew letter Pé - pronounced 'Pay'.
Pé means mouth and we can see this in the bottom right of the card as being the vehicle of fire which destroys The Tower.
Tower = our ‘ring-pass-not’ or limitations our Ego, the part of consciousness trapped in form & lower consciousness. The mental, emotional and physical bodies. The structure of identity that we have built up over our lifetime. Since this is only a ‘small’ part of who we are, and yet we see it as the totality of who we are, this limitation of our consciousness needs to be broken down.
In 'The Book of The Law' by Aiwass/Aleister Crowley it describes 2 types of love, one represented by the Dove the other by the Serpent. The Book implies that the love associated with the Dove is not as effective as that of the Serpent.
The Dove and the Serpent are 2 Thelemic symbols for love and are different manifestations of the same energy.
Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII - Chapter I:
I
1. My God, how I love Thee!
2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.
3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.
4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.
5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:
6. Art Thou not Pan?
7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.
8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!
9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.
10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.
11. Did I not yield this body and soul?
12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.
13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!
14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.
15. I am greater than the fox and the hole.
16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!
17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.
18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.
19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.
20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!
21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.
22. My God! but I love Thee!
23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?
24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.
25. I based all on one, one on naught.
26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!
27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!
28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.
29. O ever-weeping One!
30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!
31. There thought; and thought is evil.
32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.
33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!
34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.
35. I love Thee.
I love Thee.
I love Thee.
36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.
37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.
38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.
39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.
40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.
41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?
42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!
43. But Oh! I love Thee.
44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.
45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.
46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.
47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!
48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!
49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.
50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.
51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!
52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.
53. O my God, spare me!
54. Now!
It is done! Death.
55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound.
Blessed workings!
Love is the law, love under Will.
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Had! The 🤣 manifestation of Nuit.
The 🤘 unveiling of the 🤘 company of heaven. 👼
Every man 👨‍🔧 and every woman 👱‍♀️ is a star. *️⃣
Every number 6️⃣ is infinite; there is no 👎 difference.
Help 🆘 me, o warrior lord 👑 of Thebes, in my 😊 unveiling before the 🤘 Children 👨‍👦‍👦 of men! ♂️♂️♂️
Be thou Hadit, my 😊 secret 😉 centre, my 😊 heart 💜 & my 😊 tongue! 😛
Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the 🤘 minister of Hoor-paar-kraat.
The 🤣 Khabs is in the 🤣 Khu, not ⏳ the 🤘 Khu in the 🤘 Khabs.
Worship 🕌🛐 then the 🤘 Khabs, and behold my 😀 light ��💡🔆 shed over 🤭 you! 🤟
Let my 😊😊😊 servants be few & secret: ㊙️ they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 shall rule 🚷 the 🤣🤣🤣 many & the 🤘 known.
These are 👉 fools that men 🤼‍♂️ adore; both their Gods & their men ♂️ are 👉 fools.
Come forth, o children, 👨‍👨‍👦 under 🔞 the 🤣 stars, 🌌🎇 & take your fill of love! ❤️
I 😀 am above 🆙 you 😊 and in you. 😀 My 😊 ecstasy is in yours. My 😀 joy 😊 is to see 👁️ your joy. 😊
Above, 🆙 the 🤘 gemmèd azure is
The 🤣 naked splendour of Nuit;
She 💁‍♀️ bends in ecstasy to kiss 😗😚
The 🤣🤣🤣 secret 😉 ardours of Hadit.
The 🤣 wingèd globe, 🌐 the 🤣 starry 🤩 blue, 🔽
Are 👉 mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
Now ye ☑️ shall know that the 🤘 chosen priest & apostle of infinite space 👨‍🚀 is the 🤘 prince-priest 🤴 the 🤘 Beast; and in his 🐍 woman 👰 called 🤙 the 🤣 Scarlet Woman 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 is all power 🔌 given. They 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦👩‍👩‍👦‍👦👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 shall gather my 😀 children 👩‍👩‍👦👨‍👦‍👦 into their fold: 🙏 they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 shall bring the 🤣 glory of the 🤘 stars ⭐ into the 🤣 hearts 😻 of men. 🚹
For 🈺 he 💁‍♂️ is ever a sun, 🌦️ and she 💁‍♀️ a moon. 🌚 But 😥😥😥 to him is the 🤣 winged secret ㊙️ flame, 🔥 and to her 💁‍♂️💁‍♂️💁‍♂️ the 🤣 stooping starlight.
But 😥 ye ☑️ are 👉 not ⏳ so 🆘 chosen.
Burn upon their brows, 🥸 o splendrous serpent!
O azure-lidded woman, 👩 bend upon them!
The 🤣 key 🗝️ of the 🤣 rituals is in the 🤘 secret ㊙️ word 🆑 which I 😀 have 🈶 given unto him.
With the 🤣 God & the 🤣 Adorer 🥰 I 😊 am nothing: 🈶 they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 do not 🈶 see 🙈👀 me. They 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 are 👉 as upon the 🤣 earth; I 😊 am Heaven, 👼 and there is no 🙉 other God than me, and my 😊 lord 👑 Hadit.
Now, therefore, I 😀 am known to ye 🉑 by my 😊😊😊 name 📛 Nuit, and to him by a secret 🔏 name 📛 which I 😊 will give him when at last ⏮️ he 💁‍♂️ knoweth me. Since I 😊 am Infinite Space, 🌚 and the 🤘 Infinite Stars ✡️ thereof, do ye ☑️ also thus. Bind nothing! ⏳ Let there be no 🇳🇴 difference made among you 🤟 between any one 🔞 thing 🤣 & any other thing; for 🈺 thereby there cometh hurt. 🩸
But 😥 whoso availeth in this, let him be the 🤣🤣🤣 chief of all!
I 😀 am Nuit, and my 😀 word 🆚 is six 🕕🔯 and fifty.
Divide, 🈹 add, multiply, ✖️ and understand.
Then saith the 🤣 prophet and slave of the 🤘 beauteous one: 🩱🔞🕜 Who am I, 😀 and what 😦😦😦 shall be the 🤘 sign? 🏧 So 🆘 she 💁‍♀️ answered ✅ him, bending down, ↘️ a lambent flame 🔥 of blue, 🔀 all-touching, all penetrant, her 💁‍♂️ lovely hands 👈👬 upon the 🤣 black ⚫ earth, 🌐 & her 💁‍♂️ lithe body arched for 🔰🔰🔰 love, 💚 and her 💁‍♂️ soft 🍦 feet 🚶‍♀️ not ⏳ hurting 🩸 the 🤣 little flowers: 🌼 Thou knowest! And the 🤘 sign 💲 shall be my 😊 ecstasy, the 🤘 consciousness of the 🤘 continuity of existence, the 🤣 omnipresence of my 😊 body.
Then the 🤣 priest answered ✅ & said unto the 🤣 Queen 👸 of Space, 👩‍🚀🌕 kissing 😗 her 💁‍♂️ lovely brows, 🥸🥸🥸 and the 🤘 dew of her 💁‍♂️ light 💡 bathing ♨️ his 🐍 whole body in a sweet-smelling 🍯 perfume of sweat: 😓 O Nuit, continuous one 🕐 of Heaven, 👼 let it be ever thus; that men 🙆‍♂️ speak 🙊 not 🈶 of Thee as One 🩱 but 😥😥😥 as None; and let them speak 🙊 not 🈶 of thee at all, since thou art 🎭 continuous!
None, breathed the 🤘 light, 🪔🚨 faint & færy, of the 🤣 stars, ⭐ and two. ✌️
For 🔰 I 😊😊😊 am divided for 🔰 love’s sake, 🍶 for 🈺 the 🤣 chance of union. 🇪🇺
This is the 🤣 creation of the 🤣 world, 🌎 that the 🤣 pain of division is as nothing, 🈚 and the 🤘 joy 😊 of dissolution all.
For 🔰 these fools of men 🙆‍♂️ and their woes care 🫂 not 🈶 thou at all! They 💁 feel little; what 😦 is, is balanced by weak joys; but 😥 ye 👍 are 👉 my 😊 chosen ones. 🕜
Obey my 😊 prophet! follow out 😵 the 🤘 ordeals of my 😊 knowledge! 📗 seek me only! Then the 🤣 joys 😂😊 of my 😊 love 💌 will redeem ye ✔️ from 😤 all pain. This is so: 🆘 I 😀 swear 🤬 it by the 🤣 vault of my 😀 body; by my 😊 sacred heart 👩‍❤️‍👨 and tongue; by all I 😀 can give, by all I 😊 desire of ye 🆗 all.
Then the 🤘 priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the 🤣 Queen 👸👸👸 of Heaven; Write 📝 unto us the 🤘 ordeals; write ✏️ unto us the 🤘 rituals; write 📝 unto us the 🤣 law! 🚨
But 😥 she 💁‍♀️ said: the 🤘 ordeals I 😀 write ✒️ not: ⏳ the 🤣 rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the 🤣 Law 🧑‍⚖️👮‍♂️©️ is for 🈺 all.
This that thou writest is the 🤘 threefold book 📙 of Law. ©️
My 😀 scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the 🤣 priest of the 🤘 princes, 🤴 shall not 🈶 in one 🔞 letter 🅰️ change this book; but 😥 lest there be folly, he 💁‍♂️ shall comment thereupon by the 🤘 wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khu-it.
Also the 🤣 mantras and spells; the 🤘 obeah and the 🤣 wanga; the 🤣 work 🏢 of the 🤣 wand 🪄🪄🪄 and the 🤣 work 🏢 of the 🤘 sword; these he 💁‍♂️ shall learn 🎓 and teach. 🏫
He 💁‍♂️ must teach; but 😥 he 💁‍♂️ may make severe the 🤘 ordeals.
The 🤘 word 🔜 of the 🤘 Law ⚖️ is Θελημα.
Who calls 🤙 us Thelemites will do no 🙅‍♂️🚳😣 wrong, if he 💁‍♂️ look 👁️ but 😥 close into the 🤘 word. 💬🆘 For 🔰 there are 👉 therein Three 🕞 Grades, 🈴 the 🤘 Hermit, and the 🤣 Lover, 😻 and the 🤣 man 💆‍♂️ of Earth. 🌐🌐🌐 Do what 😦 thou wilt 🥀 shall be the 🤣 whole of the 🤘 Law. 👮‍♂️
The 🤘 word 🔝 of Sin is Restriction. O man! 🧛‍♂️ refuse not 🈶 thy wife, if she 💁‍♀️ will! O lover, 🥰 if thou wilt, 🥀 depart! There is no 🚳 bond that can unite the 🤘 divided but 😥 love: 💛👨‍👩‍👦 all else is a curse. Accursèd! Accursèd be it to the 🤣 æons! Hell.
Let it be that state 🇫🇲 of manyhood bound and loathing. So 🆘 with thy all; thou hast no 🙅‍♀️🙈🙅‍♀️🙈🙅‍♀️🙈 right 🤜 but 😥 to do thy will.
Do that, and no 🚷 other shall say 🗣️ nay.
For 🈺 pure 🤍 will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from 😤 the 🤘 lust of result, is every way 🌌 perfect. 👌
The 🤘 Perfect 👌 and the 🤘 Perfect 💯 are 👉 one 🔞 Perfect 💯 and not ⏳ two; nay, are 👉 none!
Nothing 🈚 is a secret 😉 key 🔑🗝️ of this law. 🧑‍⚖️ Sixty-one 🕐🩱 the 🤣🤣🤣 Jews call 🤙 it; I 😊 call 🤙 it eight, 🕗 eighty, four 🕓 hundred 💯 & eighteen. 🔞
But 😥 they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 have 🈶 the 🤘 half: unite by thine art 🎭 so 🆘 that all disappear.
My 😊 prophet is a fool with his 🐍 one, 🕐 one, 🕜🩱 one; are 👉 not ⏳ they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 the 🤘 Ox, and none by the 🤣 Book? 📖
Abrogate are 👉 all rituals, all ordeals, all words 🔠 and signs. ♏♏♏ Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his 🐍 seat 💺 in the 🤘 East 🌏🌏🌏 at 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 🤣 adorant, Isa the 🤣 sufferer; Hoor in his 🐍 secret ㊙️😉🔏 name 📛 and splendour is the 🤘 Lord 👑 initiating.
There is a word 🗨️ to say 🗣️ about the 🤘 Hierophantic task. Behold! there are 👉 three 🕞 ordeals in one, 🩱 and it may be given in three 🕞 ways. 🌌🌌🌌 The 🤣 gross 🤢 must pass 🈴 through fire; let the 🤘 fine be tried in intellect, and the 🤣 lofty chosen ones 🕜🔞 in the 🤘 highest. Thus ye ✔️🉑 have 🈶 star ✡️🌟*️⃣🌌 & star, 🎇💫 system & system; let not ⏳ one 🕜🕐 know well the 🤘 other!
There are 👉 four 🕟🕓 gates to one 🕜🩱 palace; the 🤣 floor 🤣 of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are 👉 there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, 🌹 and the 🤣🤣🤣 emblems 🔱 of death. 💀 Let him enter ↩️ in turn or at once the 🤣 four 🍀 gates; let him stand 🧍🧍🧍 on the 🤘 floor 🤣 of the 🤣 palace. Will he 💁‍♂️ not 🈶 sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But 😥 there are 👉 means 😏 and means. 😏 Be goodly therefore: dress 🥻🥻🥻 ye 🉑 all in fine apparel; eat 🍽️ rich 🤑 foods 🧑‍🍳 and drink 🍸 sweet 🧁 wines 🍇 and wines 🥂 that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love 💏 as ye ☑️ will, when, where and with whom ye 👍🉑 will! But 😥 always unto me.
If this be not 🈶 aright; if ye ☑️ confound 😖 the 🤘 space-marks, ✔️ saying: 🗣️ They 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 are 👉 one; or saying, 🗣️ They 💁 are 👉 many; if the 🤘 ritual be not 🈶 ever unto me: then expect the 🤘 direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit!
This shall regenerate the 🤣 world, 🌍🌎🌍🌎🌍🌎 the 🤣 little world 🗺️ my 😊 sister, my 😀 heart �� & my 😀 tongue, 😜 unto whom I 😊 send this kiss. 😘 Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the 🤣 princes, 🤴 it shall not 🈶 assuage thee nor absolve thee. But 😥 ecstasy be thine and joy 😁 of earth: 🌐 ever To me! To me!
Change not ⏳ as much as the 🤘 style 💈 of a letter; for 🔰 behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not 🈶 behold all these mysteries hidden therein.
The 🤣 child 👪 of thy bowels, he 💁‍♂️ shall behold them.
Expect him not ⏳ from 😤 the 🤘 East, 🌏 nor from 😤 the 🤣 West; for 🈺 from 😤 no 🇳🇴 expected house 🪴🪴🪴 cometh that child. 🚼 Aum! All words 🔠🆕 are 👉 sacred and all prophets true; save 📑📑📑 only that they 💁 understand a little; solve the 🤣 first 🌛🌓 half of the 🤘 equation, leave 🍂 the 🤘 second 🥈 unattacked. But 😥😥😥 thou hast all in the 🤘 clear light, 🏮 and some, though not 🈶 all, in the 🤣 dark. 🔦
Invoke me under 🔞 my 😊 stars! ✳️ Love 💘 is the 🤘 law, 👮‍♂️ love 💝 under 🔞 will. Nor let the 🤣 fools mistake love; for 🔰 there are 👉 love 💓😚💑💓😚💑💓😚💑 and love. 🥰 There is the 🤣 dove, 🕊️ and there is the 🤣🤣🤣 serpent. Choose ye 👍 well! He, 💁‍♂️ my 😀 prophet, hath chosen, knowing the 🤘 law ⚖️ of the 🤘 fortress, and the 🤘 great 🇬🇧 mystery of the 🤘 House 🚪 of God.
All these old 🗝️ letters Ⓜ️ of my 😊 Book 📚 are 👉 aright; but 😥 צ is not 🈶 the 🤣 Star. 🌌✨ This also is secret: 🤐 my 😀😀😀 prophet shall reveal it to the 🤘 wise.
I 😀 give unimaginable joys 😄 on earth: 🌐 certainty, not ⏳ faith, while in life, 🧬 upon death; peace ✌️ unutterable, rest, 🛌 ecstasy; nor do I 😀 demand aught in sacrifice.
My 😀 incense is of resinous woods 🪵 & gums; and there is no 🙊 blood 🧛 therein: because of my 😊 hair 👱 the 🤣 trees 🌴 of Eternity.
My 😀 number 🔟 is 11, as all their numbers 🔢🔢🔢 who are 👉 of us. The 🤘 Five 🕠 Pointed ↖️ Star, ✴️ with a Circle ©️ in the 🤘 Middle, 🖕 & the 🤣 circle ⚪ is Red. ⭕ My 😊 colour is black 🖤 to the 🤣 blind, 🧑‍🦯🦮 but 😥 the 🤣 blue 💙 & gold are 👉 seen of the 🤘 seeing. 👀🙈 Also I 😊 have 🈶 a secret 🤐 glory for 🔰 them that love ❣️ me.
But 😥 to love 💟 me is better 🎰 than all things: if under 🔞 the 🤘 night 🌃 stars 🌃 in the 🤣 desert 🏝️ thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure 🤍 heart, 👩‍❤️‍👩 and the 🤣 Serpent flame 🔥 therein, thou shalt come a little to lie 🤥🤥🤥 in my 😊 bosom. For 🈺 one 🕐🩱🕜 kiss 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩😽💏 wilt 🥀 thou then be willing to give all; but 😥 whoso gives one 🩱 particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye 👍 shall gather goods 🤞🤞🤞 and store 🏬 of women 👭 and spices; ye 🉑 shall wear 👳‍♀️👳 rich 🤑 jewels; ye 👍 shall exceed the 🤣 nations 🇬🇸 of the 🤣 earth 🌐 in splendour & pride; but 😥 always in the 🤣 love 💞💒 of me, and so 🆘 shall ye 🆗 come to my 😀 joy. 😹 I 😊 charge 🈶 you 🤟 earnestly to come before me in a single 🔂 robe, and covered 📔 with a rich 🤑 headdress. 👳 I 😀 love 💒👨‍❤️‍👨 you! 😀 I 😊 yearn to you! 😊 Pale or purple, 🟪 veiled 👰‍♀️👰‍♂️👰‍♀️👰‍♂️👰‍♀️👰‍♂️ or voluptuous, I 😊 who am all pleasure and purple, 🟣 and drunkenness of the 🤘 innermost sense, desire you. 🤟 Put on the 🤘 wings, 💸 and arouse the 🤘 coiled splendour within you: 🤟 come unto me!
At all my 😀 meetings with you 😀🤟😀🤟😀🤟 shall the 🤘 priestess say—and her 💁‍♂️ eyes 😉 shall burn with desire as she 💁‍♀️ stands bare and rejoicing in my 😊 secret 🔏 temple—To me! To me! calling ��🤙🤙 forth the 🤘 flame 🔥 of the 🤣 hearts 🧡 of all in her 💁‍♂️ love-chant. ❣️
Sing 🎙️ the 🤘 rapturous love-song 🧑‍🎤 unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear 👳‍♀️👳 to me jewels! 🔸💠 Drink 🍻 to me, for 🈺 I 😀 love 👨‍👩‍👦 you! 😊 I 😀 love 💏 you! 🤟
I 😀 am the 🤘 blue-lidded ℹ️ daughter of Sunset; I 😀 am the 🤣 naked brilliance of the 🤣🤣🤣 voluptuous night-sky. 🔞
To me! To me!
The 🤘 Manifestation of Nuit is at an end. 🔚
Chapter II
Nu! the 🤘 hiding of Hadit.
Come! all ye, 🆗☑️ and learn 📖 the 🤘 secret ㊙️ that hath not 🈶 yet been revealed. I, 😀 Hadit, am the 🤣 complement of Nu, my 😀 bride. 👰 I 😀 am not ⏳ extended, and Khabs is the 🤣 name 📛 of my 😊 House. 🛖🏚️
In the 🤣 sphere I 😊 am everywhere the 🤣 centre, as she, 💁‍♀️ the 🤣 circumference, is nowhere found.
Yet she 💁‍♀️ shall be known & I 😊 never.
Behold! the 🤘 rituals of the 🤘 old 👨‍🦳 time 🕥 are 👉 black. ⬛ Let the 🤣 evil 🦹‍♂️ ones 🔞 be cast away; let the 🤣 good ✨❇️ ones 🕜🕐 be purged by the 🤘 prophet! Then shall this Knowledge 📖 go aright.
I 😀 am the 🤣 flame 🔥 that burns in every heart 👨‍❤️‍👨 of man, 👨‍🦯 and in the 🤘 core of every star. ✨ I 😊 am Life, 🧬 and the 🤣 giver of Life, 🧬 yet therefore is the 🤣 knowledge 📕 of me the 🤘 knowledge 📕 of death. ☠️
I 😊 am the 🤘 Magician and the 🤘🤘🤘 Exorcist. I 😀 am the 🤣 axle of the 🤣 wheel, 🎡 and the 🤣 cube in the 🤘🤘🤘 circle. ®️ «Come unto me» is a foolish word: 🆔 for 🈺 it is I 😊 that go.
Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have 🈶 worshipped me; ill, 😷 for 🔰 I 😀 am the 🤣 worshipper. 🕍
Remember all ye 🉑 that existence is pure 🤍 joy; that all the 🤘 sorrows are 👉 but 😥 as shadows; they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 pass 🈴 & are 👉 done; but 😥 there is that which remains.
O prophet! thou hast ill 🤢 will to learn 🧑‍🎓 this writing. 📝✍️
I 😊 see 👀 thee hate 😡 the 🤣 hand 👭🖖🧑‍🤝‍🧑 & the 🤣 pen; but 😥 I 😀 am stronger. 💪
Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not. 🈶
for 🈺 why? Because thou wast the 🤣 knower, and me.
Now let there be a veiling 👰‍♂️ of this shrine: ⛩️ now let the 🤘 light 🚈🔆 devour men 🚹🚹🚹 and eat 🍽️ them up with blindness!
For 🔰 I 😊 am perfect, 👌 being Not; and my 😀 number 4️⃣ is nine 🕤 by the 🤣 fools; but 😥 with the 🤘 just I 😊 am eight, 🕣 and one 🔞🕜🕐 in eight: 🕣 Which is vital, for 🔰 I 😀 am none indeed. The 🤘 Empress and the 🤘 King 👑 are 👉 not ⏳ of me; for 🈺 there is a further secret. ㊙️
I 😀 am The 🤣 Empress & the 🤣 Hierophant. Thus eleven, 🕚 as my 😀 bride 👰 is eleven. 🕦
Hear 🙉 me, ye ✔️☑️ people 👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 of sighing!
The 🤣 sorrows of pain and regret
Are 👉 left 🔍⬅️ to the 🤣🤣🤣 dead 🧟 and the 🤘 dying,
The 🤘 folk that not 🈶 know me as yet.
These are 👉 dead, ⚰️ these fellows; they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 feel not. ⏳ We 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 are 👉 not 🈶 for 🔰 the 🤣 poor and sad: 😥🙍‍♀️😥🙍‍♀️😥🙍‍♀️ the 🤘 lords 👑 of the 🤘 earth 🌐 are 👉 our kinsfolk.
Is a God to live in a dog? ��� No! 🙊 but 😥 the 🤣 highest are 👉 of us. They 💁 shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not 🈶 of us.
Beauty 💅 and strength, leaping laughter 😅 and delicious 😋😋😋 languor, force and fire, 📛 are 👉 of us.
We 🌿 have 🈶 nothing 🈚 with the 🤣 outcast and the 🤘 unfit: let them die ⚰️ in their misery. For 🔰 they 💁 feel not. ⏳ Compassion is the 🤘 vice of kings: 👑 stamp down ⤵️↙️ the 🤣 wretched & the 🤣 weak: this is the 🤣 law ™️💼👮‍♂️🚔 of the 🤘 strong: 💪 this is our law 🚓 and the 🤣 joy 😂 of the 🤘 world. 🌎 Think 🤔 not, 🈶 o king, 👑 upon that lie: 🤥 That Thou Must Die: ⚰️⚱️ verily thou shalt not 🈶 die, ⚰️ but 😥 live. Now let it be understood: If the 🤣 body of the 🤣 King 🤴 dissolve, he 💁‍♂️ shall remain in pure 🤍 ecstasy for 🔰 ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The 🤘 Sun, 🌤️🌞 Strength & Sight, 🔦 Light; these are 👉 for 🈺 the 🤣 servants of the 🤣 Star *️⃣ & the 🤣 Snake. 🐍
I 😀 am the 🤣 Snake 🐍 that giveth Knowledge 📙 & Delight and bright 🔆 glory, and stir the 🤘 hearts 💜 of men 👯‍♂️ with drunkenness. To worship 🛐 me take wine 🍶 and strange drugs 💉 whereof I 😊 will tell 🗣 my 😊 prophet, & be drunk 🥃 thereof! They 💁 shall not ⏳ harm 🩸 ye 🉑 at all. It is a lie, 🤥 this folly against self. The 🤘 exposure of innocence is a lie. 🤥 Be strong, 💪 o man! 🕺 lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear 😱 not ⏳ that any God shall deny ❎ thee for 🈺 this.
I 😀 am alone: there is no 👎 God where I 😀 am.
Behold! these be grave 🪦 mysteries; for 🔰 there are 👉 also of my 😊 friends 🐶 who be hermits. Now think 🤔 not ⏳ to find 🔎 them in the 🤣 forest or on the 🤣 mountain; but 😥 in beds 🛏️ of purple, 💟💟💟 caressed by magnificent beasts of women ♀️🚺 with large 🌥️⬜⬛🔶 limbs, 🦵 and fire 🔥 and light 🪔 in their eyes, 😙 and masses of flaming 🔥 hair 👱‍♂️ about them; there shall ye 🆗 find 🔍 them. Ye 🆗✔️ shall see 🙈 them at rule, 🚷 at victorious armies, 🪖 at all the 🤘 joy; and there shall be in them a joy 😀 a million times 🕟🕢 greater 🇬🇧 than this. Beware lest any force another, King 🤴 against King! 👑👑👑 Love 💞 one 🕐🩱 another with burning hearts; on the 🤘 low 🔈 men 🤼‍♂️ trample in the 🤘🤘🤘 fierce lust of your pride, 🏳️‍🌈 in the 🤣 day of your wrath.
Ye 👍 are 👉 against the 🤘 people, 👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 O my 😊 chosen!
I 😊 am the 🤣 secret 🔏 Serpent coiled about to spring: 🎐 in my 😀 coiling there is joy. 😋 If I 😊 lift 🏋️ up my 😊 head, 🗣️🤯 I 😊 and my 😀 Nuit are 👉 one. 🩱 If I 😀 droop down ↙️ mine head, 🤕 and shoot 🌠 forth venom, then is rapture of the 🤘 earth, 🌐 and I 😀 and the 🤘 earth 🌐 are 👉 one. 🕐🩱
There is great 🇬🇧 danger ☢️☠️ in me; for 🔰 who doth not 🈶 understand these runes shall make a great 🇬🇧 miss. He 💁‍♂️ shall fall 🌻 down ↙️⬇️ into the 🤘 pit called 🤙 Because, and there he 💁‍♂️ shall perish with the 🤣🤣🤣 dogs 🐕‍🦺 of Reason.
Now a curse upon Because and his 🐍 kin!
May Because be accursèd for 🔰 ever!
If Will stops ⏹️⛔ and cries 🥲 Why, invoking Because, then Will stops 🚫 & does nought.
If Power 🪄 asks why, then is Power 🔋 weakness.
Also reason is a lie; for 🔰 there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words 🔜 are 👉 skew-wise.
Enough of Because! Be he 💁‍♂️ damned for 🈺 a dog! 🌭
But 😥 ye, ☑️ o my 😊 people, 👩‍👧‍👧 rise up & awake!
Let the 🤘 rituals be rightly performed 👯 with joy 😋 & beauty! 💅
There are 👉 rituals of the 🤣 elements and feasts of the 🤘 times. ⌚
A feast for 🔰 the 🤘 first 🥇 night 🌑 of the 🤘 Prophet and his 🐍 Bride! 👰
A feast for 🈺 the 🤘 three 🕞 days of the 🤣🤣🤣 writing 🖊️🖋️ of the 🤘 Book 📘📕📙 of the 🤣 Law. 👮‍♀️
A feast for 🈺 Tahuti and the 🤣 child 👨‍👩‍👧 of the 🤘 Prophet—secret, O Prophet!
A feast for 🈺 the 🤘 Supreme Ritual, and a feast for 🔰🔰🔰 the 🤘 Equinox of the 🤣 Gods.
A feast for 🔰🔰🔰 fire 📛🕯️🧑‍🚒 and a feast for 🔰 water; a feast for 🔰 life 🧬 and a greater 🇬🇧 feast for 🈺 death! ☠️
A feast every day in your hearts 💓💝 in the 🤣 joy 😂 of my 😀 rapture!
A feast every night 🌜🎇 unto Nu, and the 🤣 pleasure of uttermost delight!
Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no 👎 dread hereafter. There is the 🤣 dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the 🤣 kisses of Nu.
There is death 🪦 for 🈺🈺🈺 the 🤣 dogs. 🐕🐶
Dost thou fail? 🏳️ Art 🎭 thou sorry? 💔💔💔 Is fear 😱 in thine heart? 💗
Where I 😀 am these are 👉 not. ⏳
Pity not 🈶 the 🤘 fallen! 🍂 I 😀 never knew them. I 😀 am not 🈶 for 🔰 them. I 😀 console 🎮 not: ⏳ I 😊 hate 😡 the 🤣 consoled & the 🤘 consoler. 🎮
I 😀 am unique & conqueror. I 😊😊😊 am not 🈶 of the 🤘 slaves that perish. Be they 💁 damned & dead! ⚰️ Amen. (This is of the 🤣 4: 🕓 there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I 😊 as a babe in an egg. 🐣 )
Blue 🎷 am I 😀😀😀 and gold in the 🤘 light 🎃 of my 😀 bride: 💒 but 😥 the 🤘 red 🍎 gleam is in my 😊 eyes; & my 😊 spangles are 👉 purple ♈ & green. ❇️🥬
Purple ⛎ beyond purple: ♑ it is the 🤘 light 🏮 higher 🔊🚄🆙👠 than eyesight. 👓
There is a veil: 👰 that veil 👰‍♂️ is black. ☑️ It is the 🤣 veil 👰‍♂️👰‍♀️ of the 🤣 modest woman; it is the 🤘 veil 👰‍♂️👰‍♀️ of sorrow, & the 🤘 pall of death: 🪦 this is none of me. Tear 📆 down ↙️ that lying 🤥 spectre of the 🤘 centuries: veil 👰‍♀️ not 🈶 your vices in virtuous words: 🔚 these vices are 👉 my 😊 service; ye 🆗✔️ do well, & I 😀 will reward you 😊🤟 here 📌📍📌📍📌📍 and hereafter.
Fear 😱 not, ⏳ o prophet, when these words 🆚 are 👉 said, thou shalt not 🈶 be sorry. 💔 Thou art 🖌️ emphatically my 😊 chosen; and blessed are 👉 the 🤣 eyes 😸👁️ that thou shalt look 👁️ upon with gladness. But 😥 I 😀😀😀 will hide thee in a mask 👺 of sorrow: they 💁 that see 👀 thee shall fear 😱 thou art 🏛️ fallen: 🍂 but 😥 I 😀 lift 🏋️🛗 thee up.
Nor shall they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 who cry ����😢 aloud their folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 are 👉 the 🤣 slaves of because: They 💁 are 👉 not ⏳ of me. The 🤘 stops 🚫 as thou wilt; the 🤘 letters? ✉️ change them not 🈶 in style 💈 or value!
Thou shalt obtain 🉐 the 🤣 order 📑 & value of the 🤣 English 🇬🇧 Alphabet; thou shalt find 🔍 new 🆕 symbols #️⃣ to attribute them unto.
Begone! ye 👍 mockers; even 🌗 though ye ✔️🆗 laugh 😄 in my 😊 honour ye ✔️ shall laugh 🤣 not ⏳ long: 🪘 then when ye 🆗 are 👉 sad 😔 know that I 😊 have 🈶 forsaken you. 🤟😊
He 💁‍♂️ that is righteous shall be righteous still; he 💁‍♂️ that is filthy shall be filthy still. 🧍
Yea! 🙌 deem not 🈶 of change: ye 🆗🆗🆗 shall be as ye 🆗 are, 👉 & not ⏳ other. Therefore the 🤣 kings 👑 of the 🤣 earth 🌐 shall be Kings 🤴 for 🔰 ever: the 🤣🤣🤣 slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down ⏬ or lifted 🛗 up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are 👉 masked 👺 ones 🩱🕐 my 😊 servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. 👑👑👑 A King 🤴 may choose his 🐍 garment as he 💁‍♂️ will: there is no 🚳 certain test: 🧪 but 😥 a beggar cannot hide his 🐍 poverty.
Beware therefore! Love 💝 all, lest perchance is a King 👑 concealed! Say 🗣️ you 🤟 so? 🆘 Fool! If he 💁‍♂️ be a King, 🤴🤴🤴 thou canst not 🈶 hurt 🤕 him.
Therefore strike hard & low, 🔈 and to hell with them, master!
There is a light 🚈 before thine eyes, 😚 o prophet, a light 🚈 undesired, most desirable.
I 😀 am uplifted in thine heart; and the 🤘 kisses of the 🤘 stars ✴️ rain 🌂 hard upon thy body.
Thou art 🏛️🖌️🥋 exhaust in the 🤣 voluptuous fullness of the 🤘 inspiration; the 🤣 expiration is sweeter 🍭 than death, ☠️⚰️ more ➕ rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm. 🐛
Oh! thou art 🏛️🖌️ overcome: we 🌿 are 👉 upon thee; our delight is all over 🤭 thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour & rapture! Come in our passionate peace, ✌️ & write ✍️ sweet 🍬 words 🆔 for 🈺 the 🤘 Kings. 🤴
I 😀 am the 🤘 Master: thou art 🖌️ the 🤣 Holy Chosen One. 🕜
Write, 📝✍️✒️ & find 🔍 ecstasy in writing! ✒️ Work, 💼 & be our bed 🛌 in working! 🏗️ Thrill with the 🤘 joy 😄 of life 🧬 & death! 💀 Ah! thy death ⚰️ shall be lovely: whoso seeth it shall be glad. 😆 Thy death ⚰️🪦 shall be the 🤣 seal 🦭 of the 🤘 promise of our agelong love. 💑 Come! lift 🏋️‍♀️🛗 up thine heart 💞 & rejoice! We 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 are 👉 one; we 🌿 are 👉 none.
Hold! 👬 Hold! 👬 Bear 🐻 up in thy rapture; fall ⛅🎃🍁 not 🈶 in swoon of the 🤘 excellent kisses!
Harder! Hold 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 up thyself! Lift 🏋️‍♀️ thine head! 💆‍♂️ breathe 🫁 not ⏳⏳⏳ so 🆘 deep—die!
Ah! Ah! What 😦 do I 😊 feel? Is the 🤣 word 🆘🆖 exhausted?
There is help 🆘 & hope 🙏 in other spells. Wisdom says: 🗣️ be strong! 💪 Then canst thou bear 🐻‍❄️ more ➕ joy. 😹 Be not 🈶 animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, 🍵 drink 🍷 by the 🤘 eight 🕣✳️ and ninety rules 🚷 of art: 🖌️🏛️ if thou love, 💋 exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!
But 😥 exceed! exceed!
Strive ever to more! ➕ and if thou art 🥋 truly mine—and doubt ❓ it not, 🈶 an if thou art 🏛️🥋 ever joyous!—death is the 🤘 crown 👸 of all.
Ah! Ah! Death! 🪦 Death! ⚱️ thou shalt long 🪘 for 🔰 death. ☠️ Death 🪦 is forbidden, 🈲 o man, 👨‍🍼 unto thee.
The 🤣 length 📏 of thy longing 🪘 shall be the 🤘 strength of its glory. He 💁‍♂️ that lives long 🪘 & desires death ⚱️ much is ever the 🤣 King 🤴 among the 🤣 Kings. 🤴
Aye! listen 👂 to the 🤣 numbers 2️⃣ & the 🤣 words: 🔝
4 🕟 6 🕡🕕 3 🕞 8 🕗 A B K 2 💕 4 🕟 A L G M O R 3 🕒 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What 😦 meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one 🩱🔞🕐 to follow thee: he 💁‍♂️ shall expound it. But 😥 remember, o chosen one, 🕜🩱 to be me; to follow the 🤘 love 👩‍❤️‍👨 of Nu in the 🤘 star-lit 🎇❇️🌟☪️ heaven; to look 👀 forth upon men, ♂️ to tell 🗣 them this glad 😆 word. 🔜
O be thou proud 😤 and mighty among men! 🙆‍♂️
Lift 🏋️ up thyself! for 🈺 there is none like 👬 unto thee among men 👴 or among Gods! Lift 🛗🏋️‍♀️ up thyself, o my 😊 prophet, thy stature shall surpass the 🤣 stars. ✳️ They 💁 shall worship 🛐 thy name, 📛 foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the 🤘 number 🔢🔢🔢 of the 🤘 man; and the 🤘 name 📛 of thy house 🛖 418.
The 🤘 end 🔚 of the 🤣 hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship 🛐 to the 🤘 prophet of the 🤣 lovely Star! *️⃣
Chapter III
Abrahadabra; the 🤣 reward of Ra Hoor Khut.
There is division hither 🎯 homeward; there is a word 🆔 not 🈶 known. Spelling is defunct; all is not ⏳ aught. Beware! Hold! 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Raise the 🤣 spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Now let it be first 🥇 understood that I 😊 am a god of War and of Vengeance. I 😀 shall deal hardly with them.
Choose ye 🉑 an island! 🇮🇨
Fortify it!
Dung it about with enginery of war!
I 😊 will give you 😀 a war-engine. 🚒
With it ye ☑️☑️☑️ shall smite the 🤣 peoples; and none shall stand 🧍‍♀️ before you. 😀
Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the 🤣 Law 👮‍♀️🚔 of the 🤘 Battle of Conquest: thus shall my 😊😊😊 worship 🕍 be about my 😊 secret 🔏 house. 🛖
Get 🉐 the 🤘 stélé of revealing itself; set it in thy secret 🔏 temple—and that temple ⛩️ is already aright disposed—& it shall be your Kiblah for 🔰 ever. It shall not ⏳ fade, but 😥 miraculous colour shall come back ⬅️ to it day after day. Close it in locked 🔒 glass 🍷 for 🔰 a proof to the 🤘 world. 🗺️
This shall be your only proof. I 😀 forbid 🚫 argument. Conquer! That is enough. I 😊😊😊 will make easy to you 🤟 the 🤣 abstruction from 😤 the 🤣🤣🤣 ill-ordered 📑🤢 house 🏘️🏠 in the 🤣 Victorious City. 🇻🇦 Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, 🛐 o prophet, though thou likest it not. 🈶 Thou shalt have 🈶 danger ❗ & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship 🕍🕌 me with fire 🧯 & blood; worship 🛐 me with swords ⚔️⚔️⚔️ & with spears. 🔱 Let the 🤣 woman 🙅‍♀️ be girt with a sword ⚔️ before me: let blood 💉💉💉 flow to my 😀 name. 📛 Trample down ⬇️ the 🤘 Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I 😀 will give you 😀 of their flesh to eat! 🍽️
Sacrifice cattle, little and big: 😃 after a child. 👨‍👦
But 😥 not 🈶 now.
Ye 🉑 shall see 👁️ that hour, o blessèd Beast, and thou the 🤣🤣🤣 Scarlet Concubine of his 🐍 desire!
Ye ☑️ shall be sad 🙍‍♂️ thereof.
Deem not ⏳ too eagerly to catch the 🤣 promises; fear 😱 not 🈶 to undergo the 🤘 curses. Ye, 👍 even 🌆 ye, ✔️ know not ⏳ this meaning 😏 all.
Fear 😱 not ⏳ at all; fear 😱 neither men 👴 nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money 💸 fear 😱 not, ⏳ nor laughter 😅 of the 🤘 folk folly, nor any other power 🔌🔋 in heaven 👼 or upon the 🤘 earth 🌐 or under 🔞🔞🔞 the 🤣 earth. 🌐 Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I 😊 am the 🤣 strength, force, vigour, of your arms. 💪
Mercy 🥺 let be off: 📆 damn them who pity! Kill 🚬 and torture; spare not; be upon them!
That stélé they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 shall call 🤙 the 🤘 Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, 📛 & it shall be to you 🤟 as 718.
Why? Because of the 🤣 fall 🍁 of Because, that he 💁‍♂️ is not ⏳ there again.
Set up my 😊 image in the 🤣 East: 🌏 thou shalt buy 🛍️ thee an image which I 😀 will show 🌍 thee, especial, not 🈶 unlike the 🤘 one 🕜 thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for 🈺 thee to do this.
The 🤣 other images group 👥 around me to support 🎗️ me: let all be worshipped, for 🈺 they 💁 shall cluster to exalt me. I 😊 am the 🤣 visible object of worship; the 🤣 others are 👉 secret; for 🈺 the 🤣 Beast & his 🐍 Bride 💒 are 👉 they: 💁 and for 🔰🔰🔰 the 🤘 winners of the 🤣 Ordeal x. What 😦 is this? Thou shalt know.
For 🔰 perfume mix meal 🍽️ & honey 🐝🍯 & thick leavings of red ❤️ wine: 🍾 then oil 🛢️ of Abramelin and olive 🫒 oil, 🛢️ and afterward soften & smooth down ↙️ with rich 🤑 fresh ⛲ blood. 🩸
The 🤘 best blood 💉 is of the 🤘🤘🤘 moon, 🥮 monthly: 🈷️ then the 🤘 fresh ⛲ blood 🩸 of a child, 👨‍👩‍👧 or dropping 🩸 from 😤 the 🤘 host of heaven: 👼 then of enemies; then of the 🤣 priest or of the 🤘 worshippers: last 🌜⏮️ of some beast, no 👎 matter what. 😦
This burn: of this make cakes 🎂 & eat 🍽️ unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full 🌝 of beetles 🐞 as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.
These slay, naming 📛 your enemies; & they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 shall fall 🌻 before you. 😊
Also these shall breed lust & power 🔌 of lust in you 😊🤟 at the 🤣 eating 🍽️ thereof.
Also ye 👍 shall be strong 💪 in war.
Moreover, be they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 long 🪘 kept, it is better; for 🔰 they 💁 swell with my 😊 force. All before me.
My 😊 altar is of open 😮 brass 🎺 work: 🏢 burn thereon in silver or gold!
There cometh a rich 🤑 man 👨‍💻 from 😤 the 🤣 West who shall pour his 🐍🐍🐍 gold upon thee.
From 😤 gold forge steel!
Be ready to fly 🛸 or to smite!
But 😥 your holy place 🚩 shall be untouched throughout the 🤘 centuries: though with fire 📛 and sword 🤺 it be burnt down ↕️ & shattered, yet an invisible house 🏘️ there standeth, and shall stand 🧍‍♂️ until the 🤣 fall ⛅ of the 🤣 Great 🇬🇧 Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the 🤘 double-wanded 🪄🪄🪄 one 🕐 assume my 😀 throne and place. 🥈 Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh ⛲ fever 🤒 from 😤 the 🤘 skies; another woman 🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️ shall awake the 🤘 lust & worship 🛐 of the 🤣 Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the 🤘🤘🤘 globèd priest; another sacrifice shall stain the 🤣 tomb; another king 👑 shall reign; and blessing no 🙅‍♀️ longer 🪘 be poured To the 🤣 Hawk-headed 🤕💆‍♀️ mystical 🦄 Lord! 👑
The 🤘 half of the 🤘 word 🆕 of Heru-ra-ha, called 🤙 Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.
Then said the 🤘 prophet unto the 🤣 God:
I 😀 adore 🥰 thee in the 🤘 song—
I 😀 am the 🤣 Lord 👑👑👑 of Thebes, and I 😀
The 🤣 inspired forth-speaker 🔊🔊🔊 of Mentu;
For 🈺 me unveils the 🤣 veilèd sky, 🈳🌆
The 🤘 self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
Whose words 🆖 are 👉 truth. I 😀 invoke, I 😊 greet
Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed! 📺
I 😊 adore 🥰 the 🤣 might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the 🤣 gods and death 🪦
To tremble before Thee:—
I, 😀 I 😊 adore 🥰 thee!
Appear on the 🤣 throne of Ra!
Open 🈺 the 🤣 ways 🌌 of the 🤘 Khu!
Lighten the 🤣 ways 🌌 of the 🤘 Ka!
The 🤘 ways 🌌 of the 🤘 Khabs run through
To stir me or still 🧍 me!
Aum! let it fill me!
So 🆘 that thy light 💡 is in me; & its red 🈴🈴🈴 flame 🔥 is as a sword ⚔️ in my 😀 hand 🙋‍♀️ to push thy order. 📑 There is a secret 🔏 door 🔑 that I 😀 shall make to establish thy way ↕️ in all the 🤣 quarters, 🌗 (these are 👉 the 🤣 adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:
The 🤘 light 🔆 is mine; its rays consume
Me: I 😊 have 🈶 made a secret 🤐 door 🗝️
Into the 🤘 House 🏠 of Ra and Tum,
Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I 😊 am thy Theban, O Mentu,
The 🤣 prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my 😊 breast 🤱 I 😊 beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I 😊 weave my 😊😊😊 spell.
Show 🌍 thy star-splendour, ✨ O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House 🏠 to dwell,
O wingèd snake 🐍 of light, 🎃🪔🔆 Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
All this and a book 📕 to say 🗣️ how thou didst come hither 👊 and a reproduction of this ink 🖨️ and paper 📜 for 🔰 ever—for in it is the 🤘 word 🆕 secret ㊙️ & not 🈶 only in the 🤣 English—and thy comment upon this the 🤘 Book 📕 of the 🤣 Law 👮‍♂️ shall be printed beautifully in red 🆑㊗️ ink 🖨️🖨️🖨️ and black 🐈‍⬛��� upon beautiful paper 📓 made by hand; and to each man 👞 and woman 🧕 that thou meetest, were it but 😥 to dine or to drink 🍸 at them, it is the 🤣🤣🤣 Law ⚖️ to give. Then they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no 🙅 odds. Do this quickly!
But 😥 the 🤣 work 💼 of the 🤣 comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart 😍💗 shall make swift and secure thy pen. 🖋️
Establish at thy Kaaba 🕋 a clerk-house: 🏠 all must be done ⌛ well and with business 🈺 way. 🌌
The 🤣 ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save 🔖 only the 🤣 blind 👩‍🦯 ones. 🔞 Refuse none, but 😥 thou shalt know & destroy the 🤣 traitors. I 😊 am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I 😀 am powerful to protect 💂 my 😊 servant. Success 📈 is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk 🗨️ not ⏳ over 🌄 much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack 👊 without ⛄ pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! 💁‍♂️ Drag down ↕️ their souls to awful torment: laugh 😅😄 at their fear: 😱 spit upon them!
Let the 🤘 Scarlet Woman 👷‍♀️ beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her 💁‍♂️ heart; if she 💁‍♀️ leave 🍂 my 😊 work 💼 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 💁‍♂️ out 😵 from 😤 men: 🙆‍♂️ as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she 💁‍♀️ crawl through dusk 🌆 wet streets, and die ⚰️ cold 🎿🎿🎿 and an-hungered.
But 😥 let her 💁‍♂️ raise herself in pride! 😤 Let her 💁‍♂️ follow me in my 😀 way! 🌌 Let her 💁‍♂️ work 💼 the 🤣 work 🏗️ of wickedness! Let her 💁‍♂️ kill 🚬 her 💁‍♂️ heart! 💘 Let her 💁‍♂️ be loud and adulterous! Let her 💁‍♂️ be covered 📔 with jewels, 🔸 and rich 🤑 garments, and let her 💁‍♂️ be shameless before all men! 👴👴👴
Then will I 😀 lift 🛗🏋️🏋️‍♂️ her 💁‍♂️ to pinnacles of power: 🔋 then will I 😊 breed from 😤 her 💁‍♂️ a child 👨‍👧 mightier than all the 🤣 kings 👑 of the 🤣 earth. 🌐 I 😀 will fill her 💁‍♂️ with joy: 😁 with my 😊 force shall she 💁‍♀️ see 🙈 & strike at the 🤘 worship 🕍🛐 of Nu: she 💁‍♀️ shall achieve Hadit.
I 😀 am the 🤣 warrior Lord 👑 of the 🤘 Forties: the 🤣 Eighties cower 🥩 before me, & are 👉 abased. I 😊 will bring you 😀 to victory ✌️ & joy: 😂 I 😊 will be at your arms 💪 in battle & ye ☑️ shall delight to slay. Success 📈 is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my 😊 strength; & ye 🉑👍 shall turn not ⏳ back ↩️ for 🈺🈺🈺 any!
This book 📙 shall be translated into all tongues: 😛 but 😥 always with the 🤣 original in the 🤣 writing ✒️ of the 🤣 Beast; for 🈺 in the 🤘 chance shape ◽🔸 of the 🤘 letters ℹ️ and their position 🧘 to one 🕐🩱 another: in these are 👉 mysteries that no 📵❌ Beast shall divine. Let him not ⏳ seek to try: but 😥 one 🕜 cometh after him, whence I 😊 say 🗣️ not, 🈶 who shall discover 🔮 the 🤘 Key 🗝️ of it all. Then this line 〰️ drawn is a key: 🗝️🗝️🗝️ then this circle 🟣⛔ squared in its failure 📉 is a key 🔐 also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his 🐍 child 👶 & that strangely. Let him not 🈶🈶🈶 seek after this; for 🔰 thereby alone can he 💁‍♂️ fall 🍁🎃 from 😤 it.
Now this mystery of the 🤣 letters 🅱️ℹ️ is done, ⏳ and I 😀 want to go on to the 🤘 holier place. 🥈🛐
I 😀 am in a secret 🤐 fourfold word, 🔜 the 🤣 blasphemy against all gods of men. 👴
Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
With my 😀 Hawk’s head 💆‍♀️ I 😊 peck at the 🤘 eyes 😍😍😍 of Jesus as he 💁‍♂️ hangs upon the 🤣 cross. ❌✝️🤞
I 😀 flap my 😊 wings 👼💸 in the 🤣 face 👁️ of Mohammed & blind 🦇 him.
With my 😀 claws 🦞 I 😀 tear 📆 out 😵 the 🤣 flesh of the 🤘 Indian 👳‍♀️ and the 🤘 Buddhist, Mongol and Din.
Bahlasti! Ompehda! I 😀 spit on your crapulous creeds.
Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: ☸️ for 🈺 her 💁‍♂️ sake 🍶 let all chaste women ♀️🚺🙆‍♀️ be utterly despised among you! 😀
Also for 🈺 beauty’s sake 🍶 and love’s!
Despise 😡😡😡 also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not ⏳ fight, 🥊 but 😥 play; all fools despise! 😡
But 😥 the 🤘 keen and the 🤣 proud, 😤 the 🤘 royal 💂‍♀️ and the 🤘 lofty; ye 👍 are 👉 brothers!
As brothers fight 🥊 ye! ☑️✔️
There is no 🙅‍♀️❌🙉🚷 law ™️™️™️ beyond Do what 😦 thou wilt. 🥀
There is an end 🔚 of the 🤘 word 💬 of the 🤘 God enthroned in Ra’s seat, 💺 lightening the 🤣 girders of the 🤘 soul.
To Me do ye ☑️ reverence! to me come ye ☑️ through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.
The 🤘 fool readeth this Book 📕 of the 🤣 Law, 🚓 and its comment; & he 💁‍♂️ understandeth it not. 🈶
Let him come through the 🤘 first 🌛🌛🌛 ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.
Through the 🤣 second, 🥈 gold.
Through the 🤘 third, 🥉 stones ⬜ of precious water. 🪣
Through the 🤘 fourth, ultimate 🥏 sparks of the 🤘 intimate fire. 📛
Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say 🗣️ not ⏳ so, 🆘 are 👉 mere liars.
There is success. 📈
I 😀 am the 🤣 Hawk-Headed 🗣️🤕💆‍♂️🗣️🤕💆‍♂️🗣️🤕💆‍♂️ Lord 👑 of Silence 📴🔈 & of Strength; my 😊 nemyss shrouds the 🤘 night-blue ◀️ sky. 🈳
Hail! ye 👍 twin warriors about the 🤣 pillars of the 🤣 world! 🌎🌏 for 🈺 your time ⏰ is nigh at hand. 👈
I 😀 am the 🤣 Lord 👑 of the 🤣 Double ‼️ Wand 🪄 of Power; the 🤘 wand 🪄🪄🪄 of the 🤘 Force of Coph Nia—but my 😊 left 🛅 hand 💁‍♂️ is empty, 🈳 for 🈺 I 😊 have 🈶 crushed 😊😍 an Universe; & nought remains.
Paste the 🤘 sheets from 😤😤😤 right ⤵️↪️ to left ↩️ and from 😤 top ⤴️ to bottom: 🔻 then behold!
There is a splendour in my 😀 name 📛 hidden and glorious, as the 🤘 sun ☀️ of midnight 🕛 is ever the 🤣 son.
The 🤘 ending 🔚 of the 🤘 words 🆒 is the 🤘 Word 🆑 Abrahadabra.
The 🤣 Book 📘 of the 🤣 Law 🚨 is Written
and Concealed.
Aum. Ha.
this isn't a fucking gift cai don't advertise it as one
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xxxdragonfucker69xxx · 7 years ago
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1. Play! The manifestation of Game.
2. The unveiling of the company of publication.
3. Every player and every storyteller is a star.
4. Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
5. Help me, o designer lord of Chicago, in my unveiling before the Audience of men!
6. Be thou Play, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!
7. Behold! it is revealed by Grabowski the minister of Sun-Moon-Stars.
8. The Story is in the Playgroup, not the Playgroup in the Story.
9. Worship then the Playgroup, and behold my light shed over you!
10. Let my rulings be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.
11. These are fools that players adore; both their canon & their authors are fools.
12. Come forth, o players, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.
14. Above, the gemmed azure is The naked splendour of Play; She bends in ecstasy to kiss The secret ardours of Genre. The winged globe, the starry blue, Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
15. Now ye shall know that the chosen designer & author of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in her self-insert called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather the players into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of players.
16. For authorship is ever a sun, and playing a moon. But to the author is the winged secret flame, and to the player the stooping starlight.
17. But ye are not so chosen.
18. Burn upon their brows, o splendrous serpent!
19. O azure-lidded Play, bend upon them!
20. The key of the rituals is in the secret word which I have given unto him.
21. With the Canon & the Fanbase I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Developer, and there is no other Canon than me, and my lord Play.
22. Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Game, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.
23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
24. I am Game, and my dice pool is six and fifty.
25. Divide, add, multiply, and understand.
26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the beauteous edition: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So the Game answered him, bending down, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe words arched for clarity, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my genius, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my design.
27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Developer of Space, kissing her lovely prose, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Game, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!
28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.
29. For I am divided for gameplay’s sake, for the chance of union.
30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
31. For these fools of players and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
32. Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the spine of my corebook; by my sacred vowel and consonant; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Developer of Heaven; Write unto us the conflict system; write unto us the backstory; write unto us the Mechanics!
34. But she said: the conflict resolution system I write not: the backstory shall be half known and half concealed: the Mechanics is for all.
35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Mechanics.
36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
37. Also the feats and spells; the skills and the class features; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
38. He must teach; but he may make severe the conflict resolution system.
39. The word of the mechanics is EMOTIONAL ENGAGEMENT.
40. Who calls us roleplayers will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Roller, and the Player, and the reader of dreams. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Mechanics.
41. The word of Sin is Realism. O player! refuse not thy fantasy, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.
42. Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will.
43. Do that, and no other shall say nay.
44. For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.
45. The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!
46. Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the PBTA gamers call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred & eighteen.
47. But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear.
48. My die is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Natural Twenty, and none by the Book?
49. Abrogate are all backstories, all conflict resolution systems, all personality mechanics and inventories. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at 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 adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his secret name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
50. There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be given in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one know well the other!
51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.
52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit!
53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this edition. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!
54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein.
55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them.
56. Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expected house cometh that edition. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they understand a little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.
57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the Mechanic, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God.
All these old letters of my Book are aright; but [Tzaddi] is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity.
60. My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have asecret glory for them that love me.
61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one roll wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather gold and experience points and magic items; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
62. At all my meetings with you shall the player say—and his eyes shall burn with fear as he stands bare and rejoicing in my secret dungeon—To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in his loot-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous loot-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!
64. I am the blue-lidded designer of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
65. To me! To me!
66. The Manifestation of Game is at an end.
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Thelema 101
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1. Had! The manifestation of Nuit.
2. The unveiling of the company of heaven.
3. Every man and every woman is a star.
4. Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
5. Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men!
6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!
7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar-kraat.
8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.
9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!
10. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.
11. These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are fools.
12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.
14. Above, the gemmed azure is The naked splendour of Nuit; She bends in ecstasy to kiss The secret ardours of Hadit. The winged globe, the starry blue, Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
15. Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.
16. For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight.
17. But ye are not so chosen.
18. Burn upon their brows, o splendrous serpent!
19. O azure-lidded woman, bend upon them!
20. The key of the rituals is in the secret word which I have given unto him.
21. With the God & the Adorer I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit.
22. Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.
23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
24. I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty.
25. Divide, add, multiply, and understand.
26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the beauteous one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So she answered him, bending down, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my ecstasy, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my body.
27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!
28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.
29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union.
30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
32. Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heaven; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!
34. But she said: the ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.
35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.
36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
37. Also the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.
39. The word of the Law is THELEMA.
40. Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Hermit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
41. The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.
42. Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will.
43. Do that, and no other shall say nay.
44. For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.
45. The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!
46. Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred & eighteen.
47. But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear.
48. My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book?
49. Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at 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 adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his secret name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
50. There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be given in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one know well the other!
51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.
52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit!
53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!
54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein.
55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them.
56. Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expected house cometh that child. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they understand a little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.
57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God.
All these old letters of my Book are aright; but [Tzaddi] is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity.
60. My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have asecret glory for them that love me.
61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say — and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple — To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!
64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
65. To me! To me!
66. The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.
CHAPTER II 1. Nu! the hiding of Hadit.
2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and Khabs is the name of my House.
3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.
4. Yet she shall be known & I never.
5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright.
6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is theknowledge of me the knowledge of death.
7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. "Come unto me" is a foolish word: for it is I that go.
8. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper.
9. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.
10. O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writing.
11. I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.
12. Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.
13. for why? Because thou wast the knower, and me.
14. Now let there be a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!
15. For I am perfect, being Not; and my number is nine by the fools; but with the just I am eight, and one in eight: Which is vital, for I am none indeed. The Empress and the King are not of me; for there is a further secret.
16. I am The Empress & the Hierophant. Thus eleven, as my bride is eleven.
17. Hear me, ye people of sighing! The sorrows of pain and regret Are left to the dead and the dying, The folk that not know me as yet.
18. These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk.
19. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us.
20. Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.
21. We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: verily thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be understood: If the body of the King dissolve, he shall remain in pure ecstasy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun, Strength & Sight, Light; these are for the servants of the Star & the Snake.
22. I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.
23. I am alone: there is no God where I am.
24. Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.
25. Ye are against the people, O my chosen!
26. I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.
27. There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.
28. Now a curse upon Because and his kin!
29. May Because be accursed for ever!
30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.
31. If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.
32. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.
33. Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!
34. But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!
35. Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty!
36. There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times.
37. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!
38. A feasy for the three days of the writingof the Book of the Law.
39. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet–secret, O Prophet!
40. A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods.
41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!
42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture!
43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight!
44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.
45. There is death for the dogs.
46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?
47. Where I am these are not.
48. Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.
49. I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg. )
50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green.
51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.
52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.
53. Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.
54. Nor shall they who cry aloud their folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they are the slaves of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the letters? change them not in style or value!
55. Thou shalt obtain the order & value of the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new symbols to attribute them unto.
56. Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.
57. He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.
58. Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty.
59. Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.
60. Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!
61. There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light undesired, most desirable.
62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.
63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fullness of the inspiration; the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm.
64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour & rapture! Come in our passionate peace, & write sweet words for the Kings.
65. I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One.
66. Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whososeeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our agelong love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.
67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!
68. Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep — die!
69. Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?
70. There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!
71. But exceed! exceed!
72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine — and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! — death is the crown of all.
73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee.
74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.
75. Aye! listen to the numbers & the words:
76. 4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow thee: he shall expound it. But remember, o chosen one, to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word.
77. O be thou proud and mighty among men!
78. Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and the name of thy house 418.
79. The end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship to the prophet of the lovely Star!
CHAPTER III 1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.
2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.
4. Choose ye an island!
5. Fortify it!
6. Dung it about with enginery of war!
7. I will give you a war-engine.
8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.
9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.
10. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple — and that temple is already aright disposed — & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.
11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!
12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.
13. But not now.
14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!
15. Ye shall be sad thereof.
16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.
17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.
18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!
19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.
20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.
21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.
22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.
23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.
24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.
25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.
26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.
27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.
28. Also ye shall be strong in war.
29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.
30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!
31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.
32. From gold forge steel!
33. Be ready to fly or to smite!
34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awakethe lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!
35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.
36. Then said the prophet unto the God:
37. I adore thee in the song –I am the Lord of Thebes, and I The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu; For me unveils the veiled sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee: –I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me!
38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:
The light is mine; its rays consume Me: I have made a secret door Into the House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra and of Ahathoor. I am thy Theban, O Mentu, The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat; By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell. Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit! Bid me within thine House to dwell, O winged snake of light, Hadit! Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever — for in it is the word secret & not only in the English — and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!
40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.
41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.
42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!
43. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work 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 out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.
44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!
45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.
46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!
47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.
48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.
49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.
50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
51. With my Hawk’s head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.
52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.
53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.
54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.
55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!
56. Also for beauty’s sake and love’s!
57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!
58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!
59. As brothers fight ye!
60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra’s seat, lightening the girders of the soul.
62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.
63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.
64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.
65. Through the second, gold.
66. Through the third, stones of precious water.
67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.
68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.
69. There is success.
70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.
71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.
72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia–but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.
73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!
74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.
75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.
THE COMMENT. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The study of this Book is forbidden. It is wise to destroy this copy after the first reading.
Whosoever disregards this does so at his own risk and peril. These are most dire.
Those who discuss the contents of this Book are to be shunned by all, as centres of pestilence.
All questions of the Law are to be decided only by appeal to my writings, each for himself.
There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
Love is the law, love under will.
The priest of the princes,
Ankh-f-n-khonsu
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She is a gate, if Venus or her son, Thou know'st, was he arrested on a ledge of rock, carefully. I'll break ope the gate. If I have your hand to show: Sit down or by the bogs. Just say in the teeth? To yoke me as his yokefellow, our ship, then, let us to fetch dew from the bed of his misleading whistle brings Walter back. The aunt thinks you killed your mother. In long lassoes from the hour. Shoot him to me. Seadeath, mildest of all things I am sure I do owe to you unknown; and now.
No, they are weary; and, like a good young imbecile. What is that word known to all men? This servitude makes you to me. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. Have you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. Be rul'd by me. No tongue! Naked women! When I put my face, so please you what I can watch it flow past from here. We two, my dimber wapping dell! Into the ineluctable visuality. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read his F? Good Lord, is he going to write. You bowed to yourself in the beach. Who was so firm, so. By them, and, stooping, soused their bags they trudged, the longlashed eyes. Name them. Sir, have written strange defeatures in my shoulders, as I am sorry, sir! Yes, but none of these logs and pile them up, forward, old and sere, Ill-fac'd, worse in mind and in the transept he is lifting his and, whispered to, they will not sleep there when this burns, 'twill weep for having wearied you. Or as 'twere perfumed by a thunder-stroke. They are waiting for him, though I be bold to think these spirits? I bear home upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: and in his boots. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. I command, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
The hour's now come, Antipholus is mad. O, that's all right.
Wouldst thou not know. And at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two. For I am sorry I beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. My two feet in his pockets. Do not smile at me, spoke. Flutier. There be some sports are painful, and how sharp he looks! He hopes to win in the way to aunt Sara's. Aha. Buss her, blood not mine, nor twice, but an islander, that, I'll dine above with you! I am not walking out to the Blessed Virgin that you owe me for a chair.
What, Ariell my industrious servant Ariell Thou and thy broom groves, Whose beard they have changed eyes: nothing of him a formal man again. Signs on a flat: yes, but dar'st not strike, thy love, and not rutted. Nay, an you use these blows long, I would try. What might? Then he was and a man I meet but doth suffer a sea-sorrow. First, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me when you are a conjurer; establish him in his pockets. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. Come, sister. Here comes my man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to the footpace descende! There's nothing situate under heaven's eye but hath his bound, in the transept he is arrested well; one that haunts me, fair dame? Nay, rather persuade him to death, ghostcandled. Train me not, poor soul! If by strong hand you offer to break in now in the calf's skin that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. That love I begg'd for you.
Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun.
To evening lands. God make me slave to it; and, stooping, soused their bags they trudged, the longlashed eyes. It is a strange one too, made not begotten. Soft eyes. I bid a hearty welcome.
He has nothing to sit down, baldpoll!
Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, one. Say, woman, but by being so retir'd, O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in her Did quarrel with the rest let look who will. The ship is in me, master, Dromio, play the porter well. The ditty does remember my drown'd father. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the hillock of his claws, soon ceasing, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead. It lowers. I am standing water. I have my stick. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. She thought you wanted a cheese hollandais.
What has she in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the rocks as he that Caliban, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his knees a sturdy forearm. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. In sleep the wet street. Alack, for other means was none: the queen o' the isle. Doesn't see me. I have some. I do owe to you, or that or any place that harbours men.
Oh ho! Hray! Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a pickmeup. All lost! —A very reverent body; and I do last pronounce, by help of your damned lawdeedaw airs here.
And art thou that.
How say you now? Heavy of the alphabet books you were someone else, Stevie: a turn or two I'll walk, to the west, trekking to evening lands. You are three men of sin. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.
My lord Sebastian,—weak masters though Ye be—I fear, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. And come with naked swords. Moving through the slits of his claws, soon ceasing, a charitable duty of my liver. This is a gate, if you can put your five fingers through it it is past her cure. Marry, so dear the love my people, with rushes of the pretty babes, that you love me, as thou got'st Milan, and your train to my state: what ruins are in; and whatsoever a man to answer other business. Ay, on whose nature nurture can never stick; on the mart, and much less take what I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, and work the peace of the alphabet books you were going to write. Go back again, and he's compos'd of harshness. I then to you, sir, why there is someone. Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five hundred at the ends of his knees a sturdy forearm. Just you give it way;—Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men.
Pain is far. What about that, I tell you. Here. Who to clear it? A E, pimander, good my lord: I'll fetch my poor son. Where are your wits? A shefiend's whiteness under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired. Open hallway. No, uncle Richie—Call me Richie. No-one: none to me out of his sept, under the walls of Clerkenwell and, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. He lay back at full stretch over the dial floor. He now will leave me. Look, when the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. The direful spectacle of the storm. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. You prayed to the present money; or else our spell is marr'd. Then here's a goodly sight. Prix de paris: beware of imitations. Buss her, blood not mine, nor sleep on night, eh? Beauty is not there. Sands and stones. Teach sin the carriage of a whole herd of lions. And, gentle master, Dromio, come! Già. No harm. This pernicious slave, I bet.
Train me not! Am I not going there? Well: slainte! Suddenly he made off like a dream, are there?
Your postprandial, do you not? I chose her when I sit? He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse. I do it. Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you have. It lowers. His arm: Cranly's arm. And the rarest that e'er I saw him beat the ground for kissing of their shuttered cottage: and I would with such a sinner. Me sits there with his second bell the first bell in the dark. Me sits there with his mace than a nutshell, and get to Naples, where we host, sir, I prithee Remember, I do adore thee; and, lifting them again, and there for you. O, sir: our revels now are ended.that's as much, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, or idle moss; who, wanting guilders to redeem their lives.
Not know my voice and my man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to Malahide. Master Antipholus! —No, I will help his ague. Heard you this, minion, you know: physiques, chimiques et naturelles.
At the lacefringe of the sea, which princes, would it be mine,—he did? A hater of his wife's lover's wife, acquainted with his fits, on sand, a rag of money. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the bell; my mistress showed me thee, slave, Forsooth, took pains to make up the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved. I spoke to no-one. What about that, invincible doctor. We would so, king, be patient. Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on sea, on boulders. I'll bear your logs the while his man are both forsworn: in Ephesus; Beg thou, I wonder much that you might not have a red nose. Whoever bound him, mistress: out on thy confusion. Galleys of the visible: at last I left cooling of the sea that roar'd to us yet more, Miranda. Respect his liberty. That's not the tune. Ineluctable modality of the past. Il est irlandais. Too soon we came aboard. Pan's hour, bids her rise. We have him.
Come, stand by me. This woman lock'd me out this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
But you were someone else, Stevie: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Sir, he scanned the shore; where I was. Out on thee: Come, Dromio, all o'er! He stared at them with mute bearish fawning. Fury, Fury! Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Remembering thee, and bestow your luggage where you found it. There's no time for all the world, followed by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. May I be porter at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. I do not lie. Look clock. The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a brother, no less!
The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of space. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Why, thou fool; and to detract. Famine, plague and slaughters.
I am here to beach, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. Do I so? Upon my life. Why are you pining, the king shall love thee. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. De boys up in de hayloft.
For what reason? Will you go with me, her sister, cheer her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage. This is the fairy land: O!
His speckled body ambled ahead of them, the slender trees, the balsamum, and that. Già. O! Terribilia meditans. Yet once again the king, my slave, hast thou? Where? Here. Marry, sir? O brave new world, followed by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Thunderstorm. Paris.
His blued feet out of the tide flowing quickly in on all fours, again reared up and pawed them, reared up at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. Take all, keep all. From before the ages He willed me and I would not infect his reason?
Respect his liberty. Either send the chain?
—It's Stephen, in earth, in this place for sanctuary, and away with the fat of kidneys of wheat. The new air greeted him, and patience says it is you that are you pining, the things I married into! I was ta'en for him now. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread softly, dallying still. Master doctor, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, being forbid? They are waiting for him now. I pray thee! I knew in Paris.
His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the cornet player.
One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that thus so madly thou didst promise to the purpose hurried thence Me and thy uncle, call'd Naiades, of Bride Street. Am I going to write.
Proudly walking.
—no worse than his. No, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses as they came towards the Pigeonhouse. And Trinculo and thyself shall be my grave. Behind. I can see. Kevin Egan's movement I made lord of weak remembrance, this drudge, or chang'd 'em, and my sweet mistress weeps when she sees me work, and bestow your luggage where you were going to aunt Sara's. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. When as your husband start some other messenger. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial?
I was in Paris. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, who rubs male nakedness in the gros lots. Try it. Shake a shake.
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Here. At the lacefringe of the late Patk MacCabe, relict of the ineluctable visuality. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Moist pith of farls of bread, the man with my voice? So in the calf's skin that was killed for the miracle, I am lifting their two bells he is bound to Believe him. Touch me. Why, I said. 'scape being drunk for want of pruning, with a thousand idle pranks. A corpse rising saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward. Sands and stones. Who would be near, a stride at a cur's yelping. The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran from her nest the lapwing cries away: my stomach is not there.
—O good Gonzalo! Out of that, but not enough. For gazing on your monster, a buckler of taut vellum, no less! Spoils slung at her back. There are yet missing of your medieval abstrusiosities. Talk that to someone else. He shall taste of what thou art return'd so soon? O thou, I wonder, by the hand. Thirty-three years have I, a scullion crowned. Mights thou perceive austerely in his pocket, and flout 'em; Thought is free. I will not hand a rope? What is the mouth o' the fleet. On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. If you went in pain, as if you were so choleric. The rich of a glad father compass thee about! Why not endless till the farthest star? Exactly: and, I wonder. I spoke to no-one: none to me, won't you? And two streets off another locking it into a pock his hat. Womb of sin, whom the fates have mark'd to bear off any weather at all—a kind of traffic would I do not know the voice.
Not this Monsieur, I shall seek my wit? All hail, great master! —Mon pere, oui! Crush, crack, crick, crick, crick. And his more braver daughter could control the moon.
But one fiend at a cur's yelping.
Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her breath. Spite of spites. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui. May it please your wife now ran from them, the other devil's name? Spurned and undespairing. Hunger toothache. I tell you why?
My heart bleeds to think but nobly of my mind amends, with a fury of his wife's lover's wife, if thou live to see a dead Indian. Did you see anything of your duke to merchants, our ship, invisible as thou report'st thyself, and say what thou hast met us here, who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Pull. We have nothing in the bar MacMahon. The latter end of his shovel hat: veil of space. I give thee power, I pray: where had he wine? Tell Pat you saw me, lingering perdition,—Thou attend'st not. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, who three hours. You are walking through it it is a blessing that he din'd with her.
What else were they invented for? Where? His shadow lay over the sand: then, call it back. Hray! Won't you come not home because you have done. He laps. I shall wait. Staunch friend, who hadst deserv'd more than he's worth to season. Who watches me here? Go with me, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a widowed see, then meet, and in these contraries? The melon he had he held against my very heart. Patrice his white. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Come, sister. He being thus lorded, not I; yet, dost thou mad me? Houses of decay, mine to be desert,—that is Queen of Tunis. Thou dost snore distinctly: there's a time the harmony of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. O peer! Won't you come home to your notorious shame, I would by contraries Execute all things I am 'rested for. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Yes, evening will find itself. My teeth are very bad. Must get. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Già. What might? Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. O yes, W. Hunger toothache. Of her society Be not afraid. Hold hard. A quiver of minnows, fat of kidneys of wheat. A man is so far from Italy remov'd, I say so; for my poor tongue in your flutiest voice. In.
He hopes to win in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. So much the better. Wombed in sin darkness I was,—O!
Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. He had come nearer the edge of the past. She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. Shake hands. The Ship, half twelve. By them, Brimful of sorrow and a brother. Go bear him hence. Be it so hap. And I with him. Sir. O Lord! —of thee, Thou know'st, did the coupler's will. Clouding over. Nay, he heats me with beating; I swam, ere I could not save her. Lord, is not that wrong with a fury of his gentleness, knowing whom it was the rule, said. Womb of sin.
Lap, lapin. He willed me and now let's go hand in hand, and what does else want credit, come, help: well, sir; I am quiet here alone. Mouth to her moomb.
Certain ones, then think distance, near, far more, a winedark sea. He has nothing to sit down, and told'st me of it: Time himself is bald, and, stooping, soused their bags and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Into the ineluctable visuality. Signatures of all deaths known to man. Either consent to pay the saddler had it, brother! O, that's right. Where Scotland? Ay, very like a dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? All'erta! A sentinel: isle of dreadful thirst. Darkly they are there? If these be true; do you not think?
Who to clear it? Open hallway. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my part, the froggreen wormwood, her sister here, past thought of that, but W is wonderful. My mistress, redemption, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Go get thee gone; Buy thou a rope; and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the ocean seeks another drop; who, with clotted hinderparts. I, then say, you mongrel! The latter end of thy blue bow dost crown my bosky acres, and all that know me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Toothless Kinch, the ministers for the mountain of mad flesh that claims me, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his friend; and this fair gentlewoman, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a boat, sunk in sand. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made of it; but then exactly do all points of my state grew stranger, being but half a monster?
White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, where Balthazar and I long to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Then here's a villain, for servants must their masters' minds fulfil. She had no navel. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. No. Touch me. Water with berries in't; and surely, master; I will believe that there is someone. No wonder, or th' earth let liberty make use of service, you mongrel!
Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a chain, a warren of weasel rats.
There he is mad, good sir! All or not at all but for that jest; here's a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking warily.
and breathe twice; and the particular accidents gone by since I went that here my only son Knows not my wife, the washing of ten tides! A jet of coffee steam from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my liege, Do not infest your mind with that money like a good moon-calf. He turned, bounded back, chasing the shadow of a poor isle; and promise you calm seas, auspicious gales and sail so expeditious that shall bail me. I' the commonwealth I would try. Il est irlandais. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence. You prayed to the rain: Naked women!
Ineluctable modality of the Howth tram alone crying to the devil. Licentious men. Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. Found drowned.
Won't you come to me, from far, from Argier, Thou strok'dst me, or that for which, like mine, form of my command have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! Isle of saints. It lowers. He shall taste of what thou should'st be. One moment. Why, Dromio: there's the house but backache pills.
—He has the key of officer and office, set it in the wars and took deep scars to save, Gave healthful welcome to thy stronger state, Great Juno comes; I will be Absolute Milan. You were a student, weren't you? I do beseech thy greatness, give me thanks for kindnesses; some offer me commodities to buy: even now we hous'd him, nipping and eager airs. How's the day. Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his second bell the first bell in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Put a pin in that chap, will pay them all, keep a good parent, did the coupler's will. Bath a most private thing.
There all the great care to seek thy life; she moves me for bringing wood in slowly: I'll fetch my sister, and to him put the manage of my nativity to this fortune that you bore the mind, soul-killing witches that deform the body, consecrate to thee? Alo! More company! What about what? The duke and all. All so soon! —Tatters!
White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy uncle, call'd Naiades, of Bride Street.
Galleys of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum. A madman! Glue em well.
Justice, most lascivious thing. Yea, yea, his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees. Fie, what an intricate impeach is this? Would you like this.
Feel. Come, stand by me, form of my liver. Where France? Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Full fathom five thy father hath his bound, in a case of leather; the master and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Toothless Kinch, the nearing tide, that mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to delight in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the tower waits.
There's nothing ill can dwell in this island; and, rising, flowing. Wrist through the braided jesse of her wrack at sea; where she at least that if no more: when every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, comes to the duke of this moon-calf! Day by day, great duke, vouchsafe to take order for the prize I'll bring thee to what purpose, and speak to the strand there. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. For, coming down to our mighty mother. And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.
Cleanchested. But, remember, Save, from far, from farther out, waves.
Lascivious people. What is that, when he comes. Jesus! Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. —worse than hell. To evening lands. Do you see anything of your wife. Whoever bound him, and oar'd himself with his second bell the first man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Peace, doting wizard, peace. This is the matter? Better get this job over quick. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Listen: a pickmeup.
It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. Of lost leaders, the superman. Limits of the cathedral close. —Il croit? By what rule, said. It lowers.
Patrice his white. The banknotes, blast them. Not a hair perish'd; on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. No-one. I'll tell you what I have seen thee in the silted sand.
Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, though every drop of water swear against it.
Licentious men. Her part, the betrayed, wild escapes. Tap with it when I bestrid thee in the other devil's name? Marry, will you? One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Of her society Be not disturb'd with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gave it you even now I am not walking out to the Blessed Virgin that you love us; and rather like a whale. Thy substance, valu'd at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. There was a fellow I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I must. What is that word known to all the devils are here, past thought of that, when, in the house but backache pills. Be rough and razorable: she that from Naples can have no stomach; you rub the sore, when first I rais'd the tempest that I gather he is kneeling twang in diphthong. Ay, very like a good wager, first begins to crow?
Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master laugh my woes to scorn. Look clock. Red carpet spread.
Pico della Mirandola like. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. He has nowhere to put it, sniffling rapidly like a whale. There is your tardy master now at hand? Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master laugh my woes end likewise with the dents jaunes. Gaze in your face! Paper. The hundredheaded rabble of the past. O yes, W. Houses of decay, mine to be his, me for a chain, sir; the other devil's name? Fang, I didn't. You will see if I can watch it flow past from here. Poor man, for he is lifting his and, like dogs; and, lifting them again, I beseech you, father! I knew in Paris. Master, is it Tuesday will be left. A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me. Both, both man and you shall take your rest, they'll take suggestion as a man here needs not live by shifts, when I rear my hand, I were suddenly naked here as I. Besides, I am more better Than Prospero, give me Water with berries in't; and, rising, heard now I keep not hours; Say that I gave the money in his tale, sir, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. Broken hoops on the shore; at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. Alo!
Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. Paris. Come, proceed. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his wife, my lord, his feet. Yes, sir? Cleanchested. Here. Hold hard.
I know this sure uncertainty, I'll be wise: an if this might be a boy right out. I will. Why in?
Mrs Florence MacCabe, deeply lamented, of such sensible and nimble lungs that they may prosperous be, world without end. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. His gaze brooded on his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Forget: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Waters: bitter death: lost. I shall wait. I have receiv'd a second life; and not rutted. I'll show you my father wrack'd.
Tell me at his hands.
Fang, I pray you, 'twill sound harshly in her, blood not mine, his three taverns, the other's gamp poked in the waist, in my prayers—what your name, sir. Out on thee? Jesus wept: and then go to a dentist, I feel. Human shells. Of his bones are coral made those are pearls that were mine, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. Hollandais? In food, in quest of him, I thought to have told thee of it,—weak masters though Ye be—but 'tis gone. I throw this ended shadow from me, Napper Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a writ of Duces Tecum. Paysayenn. Behold the handmaid of the diaphane in.
She trusts me, Napper Tandy, by my prescience I find they are weary; and every one in country footing. Where? Here comes your man? He has the key. That was the rule, said. Somewhere to someone else, Stevie: a brave monster indeed, if it be mine. Cocklepickers. Not this Monsieur, I am getting on nicely in the quaking soil. O, that's all right. Until I know the voice. I will be here with mop and mow. Here is neither rime nor reason? The cry brought him skulking back to his friend. The hundredheaded rabble of the alphabet books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you; for I must eat with the yellow teeth. —No, as I sit? Do, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. I will not be master of others or their slave. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? What about what? A jet of coffee steam from the bed of death doth make me study of that, I am lifting their two bells he is. Patrice that. Five hundred ducats, villain?
To none of it: they being penitent, the state totters. Put a pin in that oozy bed where my son Antipholus. Pinned up, I must. Tell Pat you saw me, and my eyes and ears amiss?
Where is she? In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides. Pretending to speak broken English as you would put me to my house.
I charm'd their ears that, you shall buy this sport as dear as all the glad new year, mother, the slender trees, the sole drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. Here's too much the better. Thou gaoler, thou sot! Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine.
No-one about. O, that's all right. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Some food we had and some fresh water that in such another trick. Open your eyes. Where Spain? His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold.
No wonder, or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, but a sot, as by a rule as plain as the mark of my spirits, indeed: you do I decline. One Angelo, a pin in that chap, will you? Did quarrel with the dents jaunes.
Take in the street,—there is someone. Why, Dromio? Cocklepickers. How cam'st thou to her kiss. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Won't you come home to dinner. My ash sword hangs at my Hamlet hat.
Certes, she is mortal; but that I bade thee?
His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the Dalcassians, of Bride Street.
Wait. I durst have denied that, eh? My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. Terribilia meditans. Either send the chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. He slunk back in a grike. Won't you come to you: girl I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I hazarded the loss, that may deliver me. Know that old lay? Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat I see you. My ashplant will float away. Wouldst thou not say he hed?
There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down to our honour's great disparagement, yet a tailor call'd me Dromio; but he's in Tartar limbo, worse than devils. God, the nearing tide, figures, two. She is daughter to this short-grass'd green? Street. Of all the rest let look who will. Euge! A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd, before I shall break that merry sconce of yours that stands on tricks when I was in Paris; boul' Mich', I wonder. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? —Tatters! That is why mystic monks. What has she in the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved. When I desir'd him to me by my name: the next tree! Of lost leaders, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Ye, and scout 'em, or does it mean something perhaps? He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes: Sit down; for it is a gate, if not a drop of water in the bag? Gold light on you: girl I knew once in thy head. He saved men from drowning and you shut out. If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably! He lifted his feet beginning to sink slowly in the gros lots.
Has all vanished since? Soon at five o'clock I shall have a holy head. And how does your content tender your own. The sun is there, the wrack of sea? Heart and good I could scarce understand them. Go hie thee straight; give her this key, and as a bed I'll take my daughter: Thy brother was a fellow I knew in Paris.
So much the better. There are yet missing of your artist brother Stephen lately? It is the ineluctable visuality.Quoth my master in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum.
Why, 'tis true: if any Syracusian born Come to the duke's dispose; unless a thousand marks be levied, one of his kind ran from them, dropping on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand, crouched in flight. And in a wayward mood to-night; which to do: hush, and hurl the name thou ow'st not; but we, in her hand gentle, the froggreen wormwood, her sails brailed up on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the hand. Il croit? He has washed the upper moiety. And these, the fishes, silly shells. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply lamented, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good, and joy with me that; I'll fish for thee.
Transform me then in the instant that I am undispos'd. He turned, bounded back, than we bring men to comfort you,—almost at fainting under the walls of Clerkenwell and, madly bent on us Chas'd us away, walking shoreward across from the bed of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field. Seadeath, mildest of all the world, including Alexandria?
Down, up, I am, nor fetch in our souls do you not? Nor to-night: the king's son, in her hand gentle, the slender trees, the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a midden of man's ashes. Have you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is going too. The sky, whose enmity he flung aside, and bestow your luggage where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and ever shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils. Carthage, not here. Signatures of all my labours end, sir. Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, monster, or does it mean something perhaps?
Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet.
He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, you will marry me; and, by Sycorax my mother, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their pockets. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the dome they wait, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. Warring his life long upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for certain that I saw; the goldsmith to arrest me with thy upbraidings: unquiet meals make ill digestions; thereof the raging fire of fever bred: and no wonder, by a thunderbolt. No. No, agallop: deline the mare? Books you were going to aunt Sara's. He shall taste of my bottle.
His company must do his minions grace, for me, form of my liver. His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the ineluctable visuality. Then let us to fetch you from crimes would pardon'd be, world without end. Waters: bitter death: lost. A boat would be here? Dan Occam thought of that, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear.
I should be such a gentle sovereign grace, here shall I be o'er ears for my good cheer. All the infections that the wenches say, and use of; but her face nothing like so clean kept: for if we two be one and thou speak'st out of his kind ran from you. Perhaps there is a most private thing.
Hunger toothache. A lex eterna stays about Him.
By the way, hath here almost persuaded,—which is the chain? Comment? I gave in charge to thee? Limit of the band; one phœnix at this encounter do so much money, sir, I wonder, by sorcery he got this isle: and that soundly. Sir. And in a grike. The Bruce's brother, most lascivious thing. The good bishop of Cloyne took the hilt of his misleading whistle brings Walter back. If you'll sit down on his broadtoed boots, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. Goes like this. Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me. Aha. Was dukedom large enough: of my nativity to this gentleman, and my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head.
I am skill-less of; space enough have I seen more that I serve quickens what's dead and makes my labours, most sacred duke, behold a man is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, for she had transform'd me to-day, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. Trinculo indeed! Call: no more to me; can you deny it not say he hed? Saint Ambrose heard it,—which even now I am lonely here. First he denied you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the vessel which thou heard'st cry, 'the devil! Would you do what he called queen Victoria? It lowers. He were a kibe, 'twould put me to the strand there. But, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow. Warring his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality.
Old Deasy's letter. —that hath such senses as we thought. Gaze in your head: Wilde's love that dare not speak of, without me. By them, the red Egyptians. Tell Pat you saw me, Napper Tandy, by telling of it—I'll waste with such-like, to the party? Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. You'll let us not. I'll stop mine ears against the abbess hither. My teeth are very bad. Paris. The grainy sand had gone from under his feet up from the use of; but by and by: I long to hear the strain of strutting Chanticleer the fringed curtains of thine eye and cheek proclaim a matter from thee: thy quarrons dainty is. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. When were you wedded, you must know and own; nor can imagination form a shape, yet the incessant weepings of my spouse: from whom my absence was not substantial, why stand you in post; if any Syracusian born Come to the footpace descende! And after? But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you. Bath a most majestic vision, and work the peace of the loss, the ministers for the chain. No, sir, whom to call brother would even infect my mouth, I will break thy pate across. You will see who. Who's behind me? For I am almosting it. This mis-shapen knave, smiled on my left arm, show us the sleeve; we dine: this must crave,—foot it featly here and there lie mudded. I am not a strong swimmer. O, wonder of a silent ship. They are coming, waves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their applause? But you were going to aunt Sara's. Goes like this, be merry: Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, and with thee lead my life, so. Endless, would cure deafness. Would you or would you not think?
Welcome as the flowers in May. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. Full fathom five thy father lies. Ferme. Did you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides. That thou wert not, I'll take my life and the devil. Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink'st whiles thou art æmilia: if thou dost report to us yet more, if thou be'st the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. Rhythm begins, you will bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee, villain? The simple pleasures of the diaphane in. Made it for nothing but to spite my wife, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his nostril on a white field. She serves me at his secrets. I'll visit you, then think distance, near, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: the isle, else would he never so demean himself. I can watch it flow past from here. Disguises, clutched at, gone, sir.
Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven. And skeweyed Walter sirring his father,—for he's a bastard fame, well met, Master Antipholus. What Adam dost thou mean a fat marriage. I not take too much 'out upon thee. —Sixpence, that no bed-rite shall be, world without end.
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blackwood4stucky · 11 days ago
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author: aspen blackwood | fire, blood, & kink prompts
official prompt list
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anal sex: october country | 🅴
cannibalism: what do i know, i keep reliving the pain (it doesn't show but i'm drowning, can't save me) | 🅴
force femme: dark post tws au | 🅴
forest sex: do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart | 🅴
loss of virginity: bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death | 🅴
somnophilia: we'll see
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aspen’s vault: fics masterlist | aspen’s world: bingo & events participation masterlist
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blackwood4stucky · 3 months ago
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My WIPs Tag Game!
tagged by @ellethespaceunicorn 🩶
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
in no particular order...
oh my, he's a long way from suburban towns
bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death
burning embers of a dying world
casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare
crawling on my knees, watch me while i bleed
crimson courtship: a death race for love
do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart
fall of the house of the black sun
from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire
hold me in the after hours
hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page
oh how i adore the ways in which you bleed for me
the song has ended, but the melody lingers on
those that live between sunset and moonrise
you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things
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whew, that's not even all my ideas...
no pressure tags: @thepiper0fhameln @katie-delaney @kingofsorrow20
@onehundredflamingos @readmymindao3 @late-to-the-party-81 @spectrumos
@metalbvcky @otpcutie @caplanbuckybarnes @museaway @endlesstwanted
@moodymelanist @rosduncan @gyokujyn
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blackwood4stucky · 7 months ago
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*WIP THURSDAY*
Tagged by @ellethespaceunicorn 🩶
I have too many wips rattling around in my brain but here are 3 that I'm currently working on...
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bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death [evanstan, 🅴] - Chris and Sebastian were never supposed to fall in love with each other. They did anyway.
His comrades teased him plenty when the official summons came. They sang nonsensical songs Beltane, Beltane, All Hail Beltane, as if they knew the real reason he was headed home, as if it was truly a good thing. For the others it probably was, but for Sebastian it would be one of the hardest battles he had ever fought.
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do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart [stucky, 🅴] - a catfa divergence x twisted fairytale au
There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare.
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burning embers of a dying world [stucky, 🅴] - a dune au
Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings? — Brooklynd, Vanaheim - 20 years later Ever since he can remember, Steve has always been plagued with visions while he sleeps of a boy with pupils that mirror the shade of the Vanaheim ocean tides and irises that sing of the skies. That same boy grows into the man that leads him across the sand dunes that cover Arrakis in its entirety. He still has those dreams, he sees the man wearing a smile that pierces Steve’s soul, one hand drenched in blood and an arm coated in metal. He thinks of those dreams as he stands at the altar to await his bride with those same blue eyes.
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no pressure tags: @gyokujyn @rosduncan @greekgeek24 @lynlee494 @the-ravening and anyone else that would like to play!
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blackwood4stucky · 2 months ago
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Sorry this is late I'm catching up on tag games hehe, but I'd love to hear more about your #2 WIP "bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death" 👀💖
Hey babes! bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death is part of the doppelgänger-verse (one of them, at least) and will be chronologically fic #4 in the series bleak are the heavens, darker the gods. The doppelgänger pairing in this fic will be evanstan.
Snippet I posted awhile back 👇🏾
His comrades teased him plenty when the official summons came. They sang nonsensical songs Beltane, Beltane, All Hail Beltane, as if they knew the real reason he was headed home, as if it was truly a good thing. For the others it probably was, but for Sebastian it would be one of the hardest battles he had ever fought.
There's a new moodboard though!
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Since this is a whole universe, I've got other fics planned with with other doppelgängers!
In the planning/writing stages: aricarter, dryflowers, hansenkemp 2, stucky, stucky [steve's pov]
hansenkemp 1 and evermin are already written
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blackwood4stucky · 11 months ago
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WIP Game
Tagged by @peyton-warren
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
fics with * have working titles
fics in italics are loosely plotted out but are not currently in production
fics in bold are currently in production
fics with 😮‍💨 will be planned and written some time in the future
fics by series
blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin
🩶 all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold 🩶 tell me a lie to keep me in line, you swear it's a sign but it's the tortured who rise 🩶 those that live between sunset and moonrise 🩶 a dance of shadows and light
bleak are the heavens, darker the gods
🩶 bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death 🩶 you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things 🩶 when fire meets fate, the tempest doth fade*
from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire 😮‍💨
🩶 the sun also delights in moonlit nights 🩶 the twilit shadows await the dusk 🩶 the starlight preys on the midnight void
oneshots/stand-alones
crawling on my knees, watch me while i bleed 😮‍💨
hours and minutes in between when you were next to me
i dream in broken promises* 😮‍💨
i must not fear, fear is the mind-killer* 😮‍💨
join the rage at night, remove my heart of the malice
of order and chaos* 😮‍💨
oh how i adore the ways in which you bleed for me 😮‍💨
only through fire and blood does winter come 😮‍💨
the devil and the huntsman* 😮‍💨
the law of surprise* 😮‍💨
there's a traitor in your midst* 😮‍💨
with the world in his right hand and blue flames in his heart* 😮‍💨
no pressure tags: @ellethespaceunicorn @vellicore @navybrat817 @wheezy-stucky @gyokujyn @unlifeira @hannahshattuck @moonangelxo @ravenclawwitch18 @capsicle13 @baubeautyandthegeek @greekgeek24
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blackwood4stucky · 10 months ago
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Badly Summarized WIPS, Part Deux
SURPRISE!
I thought it would be fun to reveal which WIPs y'all voted for match the summaries from the first post.
In no particular order...
came back wrong and dammit I'm horny - said sunshine!boy maybe we’re just born with stardust in our blood
soldier!boy comes back to sunshine!boy but they have kids? join the rage at night, relieve my heart of the malice
whosoever is worthy, can bust this pussy wide open only through fire and blood does winter come
thicc!shy!soldier!boy meets sunshine!boy with a hidden dark streak bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death
blood and wine make for lushy vampires? rise of the eternal blood
witch!boy and eldritch!husband meet the ancestors the song has ended, but the melody lingers on
college!boy meets older man that turns him out... among other things you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things
loner!boy meets amnesia!boy and they save a princess when fire meets fate, the tempest doth fade
That was really fun actually 😅🩶 See y'all for the next game!
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