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Tribute to Aleister Crowley and His complete Book of LIes
Did you ever think, just maybe, I got it all wrong. That is to say, what is up, might be down, down up, black, white, white, black, light, dark, etc.
Take for example, our notion of heaven. Light. Brightness. Goodness. As opposed to dark, dull, evil. So they say.
Isn't it interesting that out of darkness, usually comes qualm, quiet, peace. Light a match, and it swallows all darkness. Some say that's a good thing. Maybe, but I offer to you that fire, caos, usually come out of light. So could those headed for the light in biblical myth, be heading for the eternal flames of hell they warn us of?
And so, therefore, when confronted with the choice to go into the darkness or light, would turning to the darkness actually be going into the light?
Think about it.
Could this be what Aleister Crowley was getting at in his Book of Lies,
WHICH IS ALSO FALSELY
THE WANDERINGS OR FALSIFICATIONS OF THE ONE THOUGHT
OF FRATER PERDURABO
WHICH THOUGHT IS ITSELF UNTRUE
" Break, break, break
At the foot of thy stones, O Sea !
And I would that I could utter
The thoughts that arise in me !"
The Ante Primal Triad which is
Nothing is not.
The First Triad which is GOD
I utter The Word.
I hear The Word.
The Word is broken up.
There is Knowledge.
Knowledge is Relation.
These fragments are Creation.
The broken manifests Light.
The Second Triad which is GOD
GOD the Father and Mother is concealed in
GOD is concealed in the whirling energy of
GOD is manifest in gathering : harmony : consideration
: the Mirror of the Sun and of the Heart.
The Third Triad
Bearing : preparing.
Wavering : flowing : flashing.
Stability : begetting.
The Tenth Emanation
O ! the heart of N.O.X. the Night of Pan.
I1AN : Duality : Energy : Death.
Death : Begetting : the supporters of O !
To beget is to die ; to die is to beget.
Cast the Seed into the Field of Night.
Life and Death are two names of A.
Neither of these alone is enough.
Hoor hath a secret fourfold name : it is Do
What Thou Wilt.
Four Words : Naught — One — Many — All.
Thou— Child !
Thy Name is holy.
Thy Kingdom is come.
Thy Will is done.
Here is the Bread.
Here is the Blood.
Bring us through Temptation !
Deliver us from Good and Evil !
That Mine as Thine be the Crown of the
Kingdom, even now.
These ten words are four, the Name of the One.
The Brothers of A.'. A.', are one with the
Mother of the Child.
The Many is as adorable to the One as the
One is to the Many. This is the Love of
These ; creation-parturition is the Bliss of
the One ; coition-dissolution is the Bliss of
The All, thus interwoven of These, is Bliss.
Naught is beyond Bliss.
The Man delights in uniting with the Woman ;
the Woman in parting from the Child.
The Brothers of A. . A.', are Women : the
Aspirants to A.'. A.', are Men.
Soft and hollow, how thou dost overcome the
hard and full !
It dies, it gives itself ; to Thee is the fruit !
Be thou the Bride ; thou shalt be the Mother
To all impressions thus. Let them not overcome thee;
yet let them breed within thee.
The least of the impressions, come to its
perfection, is Pan.
Receive a thousand lovers ; thou shalt bear
but One Child.
This child shall be the heir of Fate the Father.
That is not which is.
The only Word is Silence.
The only Meaning of that Word is not.
Thoughts are false.
Fatherhood is unity disguised as duality.
Peace implies war.
Power implies war.
Harmony implies war.
Victory implies war.
Glory implies war.
Foundation implies war.
Alas ! for the Kingdom wherein all these are
The Word was uttered : the One exploded
into one thousand million worlds.
Each world contained a thousand million
Each sphere contained a thousand million
Each plane contained a thousand million stars.
Each star contained a many thousand million
Of these the reasoner took six, and, preening,
said : This is the One and the All.
These six the Adept harmonised, and said :
This is the Heart of the One and the All.
These six were destroyed by the Master of the
Temple ; and he spake not.
The Ash thereof was burnt up by the Magus
into The Word.
Of all this did the Ipsissimus know Nothing.
None are They whose number is Six : else
were they six indeed.
Seven are these Six that live not in the City
of the Pyramids, under the Night of Pan.
There was Lao-tzu.
There was Siddartha.
There was Krishna.
There was Tahuti.
There was Mosheh.
There was Dionysus.
There was Mahmud.
But the Seventh men called PERDURABO ;
for enduring unto The End, at The End was
Naught to endure.
Mind is a disease of semen.
All that a man is or may be is hidden therein.
Bodily functions are parts of the machine ;
silent, unless in dis-ease.
But mind, never at ease, creaketh " 'I.'
This I persisteth not, posteth not through
generations, changeth momently, finally is
Therefore is man only himself when lost to
himself in The Charioting.
Being is the Noun ; Form is the Adjective.
Matter is the Noun ; Motion is the Verb.
Wherefore hath Being clothed itself with Form?
Wherefore hath Matter manifested itself in
Answer not, O silent one ! For THERE is
no 'wherefore no ' because.'
The name of THAT is not known ; the Pro-
noun interprets, that is , misinterprets, It.
Time and Space are Adverbs.
Duality begat the Conjunction.
The Conditioned is Father of the Preposition.
The Article also marketh Division ; but the
Interjection is the sound that endeth in the
Destroy therefore the Eight Parts of Speech ;
the Ninth is nigh unto Truth.
This also must be destroyed before thou enterest
into The Silence.
The Abyss of Hallucinations has Law and
Reason ; but in Truth there is no bond
between the Toys of the Gods.
This Reason and Law is the Bond of the Great
Truth ! Truth ! Truth ! crieth the Lord of the
Abyss of Hallucinations.
There is no silence in that Abyss : for all that
men call Silence is Its Speech.
This Abyss is also called 'Hell,' and 'The
Many.' Its name is ' Consciousness,' and
' The Universe,' among men.
But THAT which neither is silent, nor speaks,
Concerning the Holy Three-in-Naught.
Nuit, Hadit, Ra-Hoor-Khuit, are only to be
understood by the Master of the Temple.
They are above The Abyss, and contain all
contradiction in themselves.
Below them is a seeming duality of Chaos and
Babalon ; these are called Father and Mother,
but it is not so. They are called Brother and
Sister, but it is not so. They are called
Husband and Wife, but it is not so.
The reflection of All is Pan : the Night of Pan
is the Annihilation of the All.
Cast down through The Abyss is the Light,
the Rosy Cross, the rapture of Union that
destroys, that is The Way. The Rosy Cross
is the Ambassador of Pan.
How infinite is the distance from This to That !
Yet All is Here and Now. Nor is there any
There or Then ; for all that is, what is it
but a manifestation, that is, a part, that is,
a falsehood, of THAT which is not?
Yet THAT which is not neither is nor is not
That which is !
Identity is perfect ; therefore the Law of
Identity is but a lie. For there is no subject,
and there is no predicate ; nor is there the
contradictory of either of these things.
Holy, Holy, Holy are these Truths that I
utter, knowing them to be but falsehoods,
broken mirrors, troubled waters ; hide me,
O our Lady, in Thy Womb ! for I may not
endure the rapture.
In this utterance of falsehood upon falsehood,
whose contradictories are also false, it seems
as if That which I uttered not were true.
Blessed, unutterably blessed, is this last of
the illusions ; let me play the man, and thrust
it from me ! Amen.
IO is the cry of the lower as OI of the higher.
In figures they are 1001 ; in letters they are
For when all is equilibrated, when all is beheld
from without all, there is joy, joy, joy that
is but one facet of a diamond, every other
facet whereof is more joyful than joy itself.
O thou that settest out upon The Path, false
is the Phantom that thou seekest. When
thou hast it thou shalt know all bitterness,
thy teeth fixed in the Sodom- Apple.
Thus hast thou been lured along That Path,
whose terror else had driven thee far away.
O thou that stridest upon the middle of The
Path, no phantoms mock thee. For the
stride's sake thou stridest.
Thus art thou lured along That Path, whose
fascination else had driven thee far away.
O thou that drawest toward the End of The
Path, effort is no more. Faster and faster
dost thou fall ; thy weariness is changed
into Ineffable Rest.
For there is no Thou upon That Path : thou
hast become The Way.
The Universe is the Practical Joke of the
General at the Expense of the Particular,
quoth FRATER PERDURABO, and
But those disciples nearest to him wept, seeing
the Universal Sorrow.
Those next to them laughed, seeing the Uni-
Below these certain disciples wept.
Then certain laughed.
Others next wept.
Others next laughed.
Next others wept.
Next others laughed.
Last came those that wept because they could
not see the Joke, and those that laughed
lest they should be thought not to see the
Joke, and thought it safe to act like
But though FRATER PERDURABO laughed
openly, He also at the same time wept
secretly ; and in Himself He neither laughed
Nor did He mean what He said.
Mighty and erect is this Will of mine, this
Pyramid of fire whose summit is lost in
Heaven. Upon it have I burned the corpse
of my desires.
Mighty and erect is this of my Will.
The seed thereof is That which I have
borne within me from Eternity ; and it is
lost within the Body of Our Lady of the
I am not I ; I am but an hollow tube to bring
down Fire from Heaven.
Mighty and marvellous is this Weakness, this
Heaven which draweth me into Her Womb,
this Dome which hideth, which absorbeth,
This is The Night wherein I am lost, the Love
through which I am no longer I.
Death implies change and individuality if
thou be THAT which hath no person, which
is beyond the changing, even beyond change-
lessness, what hast thou to do with death?
The bird of individuality is ecstasy ; so also
is its death.
In love the individuality is slain ; who loves
Love death therefore, and long eagerly for it.
There is a Swan whose name is Ecstasy : it
wingeth from the Deserts of the North ; it
wingeth through the blue ; it wingeth over
the fields of rice ; at its coming they push
forth the green.
In all the Universe this Swan alone is motion-
less ; it seems to move, as the Sun seems to
move ; such is the weakness of our sight.
Ofool ! criest thou?
Amen. Motion is relative : there is Nothing
that is still.
Against this Swan I shot an arrow ; the white
breast poured forth blood. Men smote me ;
then, perceiving that I was but a Pure Fool,
they let me pass.
Thus and not otherwise I came to the Temple
of the Graal.
Verily, love is death, and death is life to come.
Man returneth not again ; the stream floweth
not uphill ; the old life is no more ; there is
a new life that is not his.
Yet that life is of his very essence ; it is more
He than all that he calls He.
In the silence of a dewdrop is every tendency
of his soul, and of his mind, and of his
body ; it is the Quintessence and the Elixir
of his being. Therein are the forces that
made him and his father and his father's
father before him.
This is the Dew of Immortality.
Let this go free, even as It will ; thou art not
its master, but the vehicle of It.
The spots of the leopard are the sunlight in
the glade ; pursue thou the deer stealthily
at thy pleasure.
The dappling of the deer is the sunlight in
the glade ; concealed from the leopard do
thou feed at thy pleasure.
Resemble all that surroundeth thee ; yet be
Thyself — and take thy pleasure among the
This is that which is written — Lurk ! — in The
Book of The Law.
The Universe is in equilibrium ; therefore He
that is without it, though his force be but a
feather, can overturn the Universe.
Be not caught within that web, O child of
Freedom ! Be not entangled in the universal
lie, O child of Truth !
It is not necessary to understand : it is enough
The god may be of clay : adore him ; he be-
We ignore what created us ; we adore what
we create. Let us create nothing but GOD !
That which causes us to create is our true
father and mother ; we create in our own
image, which is theirs.
Let us create therefore without fear ; for we
can create nothing that is not GOD.
The waiters of the best eating-houses mock
the whole world ; they estimate every client
at his proper value.
This I know certainly, because they always
treat me with profound respect. Thus they
have flattered me into praising them thus
Yet it is true ; and they have this insight be-
cause they serve, and because they can have
no personal interest in the affairs of those
whom they serve.
An absolute monarch would be absolutely
wise and good.
But no man is strong enough to have no
interest. Therefore the best king would be
It is Pure Chance that rules the Universe ;
therefore, and only therefore, life is good.
What man is at ease in his Inn?
Wide is the world and cold.
Thou hast become an in-itiate.
But thou canst not get out by the way thou
earnest in. The Way out is THE WAY.
For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power.
If thou hast T already, first get UT."
Then get O.
And so at last get OUT.
This book would translate Beyond-Reason
into the words of Reason.
Explain thou snow to them of Andaman.
The slaves of reason call this book Abuse-of-
Language : they are right.
Language was made for men to eat and drink,
make love, do barter, die. The wealth of
a language consists in its Abstracts ; the
poorest tongues have wealth of Concretes.
Therefore have Adepts praised silence ; at
least it does not mislead as speech does.
Also, Speech is a symptom of Thought.
Yet, silence is but the negative side of Truth ;
the positive side is beyond even silence.
Nevertheless, One True God crieth hriliu !
And the laughter of the Death-rattle is akin.
Facing East, in the centre, draw deep deep
deep thy breath, closing thy mouth with
thy right forefinger prest against thy lower
lip. Then dashing down the hand with a
great sweep back and out, expelling forcibly
thy breath, cry : AIIO I1ANTOC KAKOAAI-
With the same forefinger touch thy forehead, and
say COI, thy member, and say Q<t>AAAE,
thy right shoulder, and say ICXYPOC, thy
left shoulder, and say EYXAPICTOC ; then
clasp thine hands, locking the fingers, and
Advance to the East. Imagine strongly a
Pentagram, aright, in thy forehead. Draw-
ing the hands to the eyes, fling it forth,
making the sign of Horus, and roar XAOC.
Retire thine hand in the sign of Hoor pa
Go round to the North and repeat ; but scream
Go round to the West and repeat ; but say
Go round to the South and repeat ; but bellow
Completing the circle widdershins, retire to
the centre, and raise thy voice in the Paian,
with these words IO I1AN with the signs of
N. O. X.
Extend the arms in the form of a Tau, and
say low but clear : IIPO MOY IYITEC
OniCQ MOY TEAETAPXAI EIII AEHIA
CYNOXEC EI1APICTEPA AAIMONEC
<J>AErEI TAP IIEPI MOY O ACTHP TQN
IIENTE KAI EN THI CTHAHI O ACTHP
TQN EH ECTHKE.
Repeat the Cross Qabalistic, as above, and
end as thou didst begin.
The Absolute and the Conditioned together
make The One Absolute.
The Second, who is the Fourth, the Demiurge,
whom all nations of Men call The First, is
a lie grafted upon a lie, a lie multiplied by a
Fourfold is He, the Elephant upon whom the
Universe is poised : but the carapace of the
Tortoise supports and covers all.
This Tortoise is sixfold, the Holy Hexagram.
These six and four are ten, 10, the One mani-
fested that returns into the Naught un-
The All-Mighty, the All-Ruler, the All-
Knower, the All-Father, adored by all men
and by me abhorred, be thou accursed, be
thou abolished, be thou annihilated, Amen !
A Sorcerer by the power of his magick had
subdued all things to himself.
Would he travel? He could fly through space
more swiftly than the stars.
Would he eat, drink, and take his pleasure?
There was none that did not instantly obey
In the whole system of ten million times ten
million spheres upon the two and twenty
million planes he had his desire.
And with all this he was but himself.
Love is all virtue, since the pleasure of love is
but love, and the pain of love is but love.
Love taketh no heed of that which is not and
of that which is.
Absence exalteth love, and presence exalteth
Love moveth ever from height to height of
ecstasy and faileth never.
The wings of love droop not with time, nor
slacken for life or for death.
Love destroyeth self, uniting self with that
which is not-self, so that Love breedeth All
and None in One.
Is it not so? . . . No? . . .
Then thou art not lost in love ; speak not of
Love Alway Yieldeth : Love Alway Hardeneth.
May be : I write it but to write
Love, I love you ! Night, night, cover us !
Thou art night, O my love : and there are no
stars but thine eyes.
Dark night, sweet night, so warm and yet so
fresh, so scented yet so holy, cover me,
cover me !
Let me be no more ! Let me be Thine ;
let me be Thou ; let me be neither Thou nor I ;
let there be love in night and night in love.
N. O. X. the night of Pan ; and Laylah, the
night before His threshold !
Dreams are imperfections of sleep ; even so is
consciousness the imperfection of waking.
Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the
blood ; even so is consciousness a disorder
Dreams are without proportion, without good
sense, without truth ; so also is conscious-
Awake from dream, the truth is known :
awake from waking, the Truth is — The
IT moves from motion into rest, and rests
from rest into motion. These IT does
alway, for time is not. So that IT does
neither of these things. IT does THAT
one thing which we must express by two
things neither of which possesses any
Yet ITS doing, which is no-doing, is simple and
yet complex, is neither free nor necessary.
For all these ideas express Relation ; and IT,
comprehending all Relation in ITS sim-
plicity, is out of all Relation even with
All this is true and false ; and it is true and
false to say that it is true and false.
Strain forth thine Intelligence, O man, O
worthy one, O chosen of IT, to apprehend
the discourse of THE MASTER ; for thus
thy reason shall at last break down, as the
fetter is struck from a slave's throat.
Consciousness is a symptom of disease.
All that moves well moves without will.
All skillfulness, all strain, all intention is con-
trary to ease.
Practise a thousand times, and it becomes
difficult ; a thousand thousand, and it be-
comes easy ; a thousand thousand times a
thousand thousand, and it is no longer Thou
that doeth it, but It that doeth itself through
thee. Not until then is that which is done
Thus spoke FRATER PERDURABO as he
leapt from rock to rock of the moraine
without ever casting his eyes upon the
A black two-headed Eagle is GOD ; even a
Black Triangle is He. In His claws He
beareth a sword ; yea, a sharp sword is held
This Eagle is burnt up in the Great Fire ; yet
not a feather is scorched. This Eagle is
swallowed up in the Great Sea ; yet not a
feather is wetted. So flieth He in the air,
and lighteth upon the earth at His pleasure.
So spake IACOBUS BURGUNDUS
MOLENSIS the Grand Master of the Temple ;
and of the GOD that is Ass-headed did he
dare not speak.
Each act of man is the twist and double of an
Love and death are the greyhounds that course
God bred the hounds and taketh His pleasure
in the sport.
This is the Comedy of Pan, that man should
think he hunteth, while those hounds hunt
This is the Tragedy of Man when facing Love
and Death he turns to bay. He is no more
hare, but boar.
There are no other comedies or tragedies.
Cease then to be the mockery of God ; in
savagery of love and death live thou and die !
Thus shall His laughter be thrilled through
Life is as ugly and necessary as the female
Death is as beautiful and necessary as the
The soul is beyond male and female as it is
beyond Life and Death.
Even as the Lingam and the Yoni are but
diverse developments of One Organ, so also
are Life and Death but two phases of One
State. So also the Absolute and the Con-
ditioned are but forms of THAT.
What do I love? There is no form, no being,
to which I do not give myself wholly up.
Take me, who will !
Let the Adept be armed with his Magick
Rood [and provided with his Mystic Rose] .
In the centre, let him give the L. V. X. signs ;
or if he know them, if he will and dare do
them, and can keep silent about them, the
signs of N. O. X. being the signs of Puer,
Vir, Puella, Mulier. Omit the sign I. R.
Then let him advance to the East, and make
the Holy Hexagram, saying : PATER ET
MATER UNIS DEUS ARARITA.
Let him go round to the South, make the
Holy Hexagram, and say : MATER ET
FILIUS UNUS DEUS ARARITA.
Let him go round to the West, make the Holy
Hexagram, and say : FILIUS ET FILIA
UNUS DEUS ARARITA.
Let him go round to the North, make the
Holy Hexagram, and then say : FILIA ET
PATER UNUS DEUS ARARITA.
Let him then return to the Centre, and so to
The Centre of All [making the ROSY
CROSS as he may know how] saying :
ARARITA ARARITA ARARITA.
[In this the Signs shall be those of Set Trium-
phant and of Baphomet. Also shall Set
appear in the Circle. Let him drink of the
Sacrament and let him communicate the
Then let him say : OMNIA IN DUOS : DUO
IN UNUM : UNUS IN NIHIL : HAEC
NEC QUATUOR NEC OMNIA NEC
DUO NEC UNUS NEC NIHIL SUNT.
GLORIA PATRI ET MATRI ET FILIO
ET FILIAE ET SPIRITUI SANCTO
EXTERNO ET SPIRITUI SANCTO
INTERNO UT ERAT EST ERIT IN
SAECULA SAECULORUM SEX IN
UNO PER NOMEN SEPTEM IN UNO
Let him then repeat the signs of L. V. X. but
not the signs of N.O.X. ; for it is not he
that shall arise in the Sign of Isis Rejoicing.
Thought is the shadow of the eclipse of Luna.
Samadhi is the shadow of the eclipse of Sol.
The moon and the earth are the non-ego and
the ego : the Sun is THAT.
Both eclipses are darkness ; both are exceed-
ing rare ; the Universe itself is Light.
Cowan, skidoo !
Swear to hele all.
This is the mystery.
Mind is the traitor.
Let the corpse of mind lie unburied on the
edge of the Great Sea !
This is the mystery.
Cowan, skidoo !
Only loobies find excellence in these words.
It is thinkable that A is not-A ; to reverse
this is but to revert to the normal.
Yet by forcing the brain to accept propositions
of which one set is absurdity, the other truism,
a new function of brain is established.
Vague and mysterious and all indefinite are
the contents of this new consciousness ; yet
they are somehow vital, by use they be-
Unreason becomes Experience.
This lifts the leaden-footed soul to the Ex-
perience of THAT of which Reason is the
But without the Experience these words are
the Lies of a Looby.
Yet a Looby to thee, and a Booby to me, a
Balassius Ruby to GOD, may be !
A red rose absorbs all colours but red ; red is
therefore the one colour that it is not.
This Law, Reason, Time, Space, all Limita-
tion blinds us to the Truth.
All that we know of Man, Nature, God, is
just that which they are not ; it is that which
they throw off as repungnant.
The HIMOG is only visible insofar as He is
Then are they all glorious who seem not to be
glorious, as the HIMOG is All-glorious
It may be so.
How then distinguish the inglorious and per-
fect HIMOG from the inglorious man of
Distinguish not !
But thyself Ex-tinguish : HIMOG art thou,
and HIMOG shalt thou be.
In V. V. V. V. V. is the Great Work perfect.
Therefore none is that pertaineth not to
V. V. V. V. V.
In any may he manifest ; yet in one hath he
chosen to manifest ; and this one hath given
His ring as a Seal of Authority to the Work
of the A.'. A.', through the colleagues of
But this concerns themselves and their ad-
ministration ; it concerneth none below the
grade of Exempt Adept, and such an one
only by command.
Also, since below the Abyss Reason is Lord,
let men seek by experiment, and not by
In the wind of the mind arises the turbulence
It breaks ; down shower the barren thoughts.
All life is choked.
This desert is the Abyss wherein is the Uni-
verse. The Stars are but thistles in that
Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a
world of bliss.
Now and again Travellers cross the desert ;
they come from the Great Sea, and to the
Great Sea they go.
As they go they spill water ; one day they will
irrigate the desert, till it flower.
See ! five footprints of a Camel ! V. V. V. V. V.
Black blood upon the altar ! and the rustle of
angel wings above !
Black blood of the sweet fruit, the bruised,
the violated bloom — that setteth The Wheel
a-spinning in the spire.
Death is the veil of Life, and Life of Death ;
for both are Gods.
This is that which is written : " A feast for
Life, and a greater feast for Death !" in THE
BOOK OF THE LAW.
The blood is the life of the individual : offer
then blood !
The Magician, his breast bare, stands before an
altar on which are his Burin, Bell, Thurible,
and two of the Cakes of Light. In the Sign
of the Enterer he reaches West across the
Altar, and cries :
Hail Ra, that goest in Thy bark
Into the Caverns of the Dark !
He gives the sign of Silence, and takes the Bell,
and Fire, in his hands.
East of the Altar see me stand
With Light and Musick in mine hand !
He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell 3 3 3 —
5 5 5 5 5 — 3 3 3 and places the Fire in the
I strike the Bell : I light the flame :
I utter the mysterious Name.
He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell.
Now I begin to pray : Thou Child,
Holy Thy name and undefiled !
Thy reign is come : Thy will is done.
Here is the Bread ; here is the Blood.
Bring me through midnight to the Sun !
Save me from Evil and from Good !
That Thy one crown of all the Ten.
Even now and here be mine. AMEN.
He puts the first Cake on the Fire of the
I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim
These adorations of Thy name.
He makes them as in Liber Legis, and strikes
again Eleven times upon the Bell. With the
Burin he then makes upon his breast the
Behold this bleeding breast of mine
Gashed with the sacramental sign !
He puts the second Cake to the wound.
I stanch the blood ; the wafer soaks
It up, and the high priest invokes !
He eats the second Cake.
This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear
As I enflame myself with prayer :
" There is no grace : there is no guilt :
This is the Law : DO WHAT THOU WILT !"
He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell, and
I entered in with woe ; with mirth
I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
To do my pleasure on the earth
Among the legions of the living.
He goeth forth.
" Explain this happening !"
" It must have a ' natural ' cause.'
" It must have a ' supernatural ' cause."
these two asses be set to grind corn.
May, might, must, should, probably, may be,
we may safely assume, ought, it is hardly
questionable, almost certainly — poor hacks !
let them be turned out to grass !
Proof is only possible in mathematics, and
mathematics is only a matter of arbitrary
And yet doubt is a good servant but a bad
master ; a perfect mistress, but a nagging
" White is white " is the lash of the overseer :
" white is black " is the watchword of the
slave. The Master takes no heed.
The Chinese cannot help thinking that the
octave has 5 notes.
The more necessary anything appears to my
mind, the more certain it is that I only
assert a limitation.
I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my
arms on awaking ; I drank and danced all
night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in
The cause of sorrow is the desire of the One
to the Many, or of the Many to the One.
This also is the cause of joy.
But the desire of one to another is all of sorrow ;
its birth is hunger, and its death satiety.
The desire of the moth for the star at least
saves him satiety.
Hunger thou, O man, for the infinite : be in-
satiable even for the finite ; thus at The End
shalt thou devour the finite, and become the
Be thou more greedy that the shark, more full
of yearning than the wind among the pines.
The weary pilgrim struggles on ; the satiated
The road winds uphill : all law, all nature
must be overcome.
Do this by virtue of THAT in thyself before
which law and nature are but shadows.
The early bird catches the worm and the
twelve-year old prostitute attracts the am-
Neglect not the dawn-meditation !
The first plovers' eggs fetch the highest prices ;
the flower of virginity is esteemed by the
Neglect not the dawn-meditation !
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy and wealthy and wise :
But late to watch and early to pray
Brings him across The Abyss, they say.
Neglect not the dawn-meditation !
Seven are the veils of the dancing-girl in the
harem of IT.
Seven are the names, and seven are the lamps
beside Her bed.
Seven eunuchs guard Her with drawn swords ;
No Man may come nigh unto Her.
In Her wine-cup are seven streams of the
blood of the Seven Spirits of God.
Seven are the heads of THE BEAST whereon
The head of an Angel : the head of a Saint :
the head of a Poet : the head of An Adulter-
ous Woman : the head of a Man of Valour :
the head of a Satyr : and the head of a Lion-
Seven letters hath Her holiest name ; and it is
This is the Seal upon the Ring that is on the
Forefinger of IT : and it is the Seal upon
the Tombs of them whom She hath slain.
Here is Wisdom. Let Him that hath Under-
standing count the Number of Our Lady ;
for it is the Number of a Woman ; and Her
An Hundred and Fifty and Six.
In the forest God met the Stag-beetle. " Hold !
Worship me !" quoth God. " For I am All-
Great, All-Good, All Wise
The stars are but sparks from the forges of
" Yea, verily and Amen," said the Stag-beetle,
" all this do I believe, and that devoutly."
" Then why do you not worship Me?"
" Because I am real and you are only imaginary."
But the leaves of the forest rustled with the
laughter of the wind.
Said Wind and Wood : " They neither of them
know anything !"
Doubt even if thou doubtest thyself.
Doubt even if thou doubtest all.
It seems sometimes as if beneath all conscious
doubt there lay some deepest certainty.
O kill it ! Slay the snake !
The horn of the Doubt-Goat be exalted !
Dive deeper, ever deeper, into the Abyss of
Mind, until thou unearth the fox THAT.
On, hounds ! Yoicks ! Tally-ho ! Bring
THAT to bay !
Then, wind the Mort !
Fourscore and eleven books wrote I ; in each
did I expound THE GREAT WORK fully,
from The beginning even unto The End
Then at last came certain men unto me, saying :
O Master ! Expound thou THE GREAT
WORK unto us, O Master !
And I held my peace.
O generation of gossipers ! who shall deliver
you from the Wrath that is fallen upon you?
O Babblers, Prattlers, Talkers, Loquacious
Ones, Tatlers, Chewers of the Red Rag
that inflameth Apis the Redeemer to fury,
learn first what is Work ! and THE GREAT
WORK is not so far beyond !
Once round the meadow. Brother, does the
hazel twig dip?
Twice round the orchard. Brother, does the
hazel twig dip?
Thrice round the paddock. Highly, lowly,
wily, holy, dip, dip, dip !
Then neighed the horse in the paddock — and
lo ! its wings.
For whoso findeth the SPRING beneath the
earth maketh the treaders-of-earth to course
This SPRING is threefold ; of water, but also
of steel, and of the seasons.
Also this PADDOCK is the Toad that hath
the jewel between his eyes — Aum Mani
Padmen Hum ! (Keep us from Evil !)
Five and forty apprentice masons out of work !
Fifteen fellow-craftsmen out of work !
Three Master Masons out of work !
All these sat on their haunches waiting The
Report of the Sojourner ; for THE WORD
This is the Report of the Sojourners : THE
WORD was LOVE ; 23 and its number is
An Hundred and Eleven.
Then said each AMO ; 24 for its number is
An Hundred and Eleven.
Each took the Trowel from his LAP, 25 whose
number is An Hundred and Eleven.
Each called moreover on the Goddess NINA, 26
for Her number is An Hundred and Eleven.
Yet with all this went The Work awry ;
for THE WORD OF THE LAW IS
The One Thought vanished ; all my mind was
torn to rags : nay ! nay ! my head was
mashed into wood pulp, and thereon the
Daily Newspaper was printed.
Thus wrote I, since my One Love was torn
from me. I cannot work : I cannot think :
I seek distraction here : I seek distraction
there : but this is all my truth, that / who
love have lost ; and how may I regain ?
I must have money to get to America.
O Mage ! Sage ! Gauge thy Wage, or in the
Page of Thine Age is written Rage !
O my darling ! We should not have spent
Ninety Pounds in that Three Weeks in
Slash the Breaks on thine arm with a pole-
Holy, holy, holy, unto Five Hundred and
Fifty Five times holy be OUR LADY of
the STARS !
Holy, holy, holy, unto One Hundred and
Fifty Six times holy be OUR LADY that
rideth upon THE BEAST !
Holy, holy, holy, unto the Number of Times
Necessary and Appropriate be OUR LADY
Isis in Her Millions-of-Names, All-Mother,
Yet holier than all These to me is LAYLAH,
night and death ; for Her do I blaspheme
alike the finite and The Infinite.
So wrote not FRATER PERDURABO, but
the Imp Crowley in his Name.
For forgery let him suffer Penal Servitude for
Seven Years ; or at least let him do Prana-
yama all the way home — home? nay ! but
to the house of the harlot whom he loveth
not. For it is LAYLAH that he loveth
And yet who knoweth which is Crowley, and
which is FRATER PERDURABO?
Dirt is matter in the wrong place.
Thought is mind in the wrong place.
Matter is mind ; so thought is dirt.
Thus argued he, the Wise One, not mindful
that all place is wrong.
For not until the PLACE is perfected by a T
saith he PLACET.
The Rose uncrucified droppeth its petals ;
without the Rose the Cross is a dry stick.
Worship then the Rosy Cross, and the Mystery
And worship Him that swore by His holy T
that One should not be One except in so far
as it is Two.
I am glad that LAYLAH is afar ; no doubt
Haggard am I, an hyaena ; I hunger and howl.
Men think it laughter — ha ! ha ! ha !
There is nothing movable or immovable under
the firmament of heaven on which I may
write the symbols of the secret of my soul.
Yea, though I were lowered by ropes into the
utmost Caverns and Vaults of Eternity, there
is no word to express even the first whisper
of the Initiator in mine ear : yea, I abhor
birth, ululating lamentations of Night !
Agony ! Agony ! the Light within me breeds
veils ; the song within be dumbness.
God ! in what prism may any man analyse my
Immortal are the adepts ; and yet they die —
They die of SHAME unspeakable ; They
die as the Gods die, for SORROW.
Wilt thou endure unto The End, O FRATER
PERDURABO, O Lamp in The Abyss?
Thou hast the Keystone of the Royal Arch ;
yet the Apprentices, instead of making bricks,
put the straws in their hair, and think they
are Jesus Christ !
O sublime tragedy and comedy of THE
GREAT WORK !
There is no help — but hotch pot ! — in the skies
When Astacus sees Crab and Lobster rise.
Man that has spine, and hopes of heaven-to-be,
Lacks the Amoeba's immortality.
What protoplasm gains in mobile mirth
Is loss of the stability of earth.
Matter and sense and mind have had their day :
Nature presents the bill, and all must pay.
If, as I am not, I were free to choose,
How Buddhahood would battle with The
My certainty that destiny is " good "
Rests on its picking me for Buddhahood.
Were I a drunkard, I should think I had
Good evidence that fate was " bloody bad."
The Self-mastery of Percivale became the Self-
mas turbatery of the Bourgeois.
Vir-tus has become " virture."
The qualities which have made a man, a race,
a city, a caste, must be thrown off : death is
the penalty of failure. As it is written : In
the hour of success sacrifice that which is
dearest to thee unto the Infernal Gods !
The Englishman lives upon the excrement of
All moral codes are worthless in themselves ;
yet in every new code there is hope. Pro-
vided always that the code is not changed
because it is too hard, but because if is
The dead dog floats with the stream ; in puritan
France the best women are harlots ; in vicious
England the best women are virgins.
If only the Archbishop of Canterbury were to
go naked in the streets and beg his bread !
The new Christ, like the old, is the friend of
publicans and sinners ; because his nature is
O if everyman did No Matter What, provided
that it is the one thing that he will not and
cannot do !
O Fool ! begetter of both I and Naught, re-
solve this Naught-y Knot !
0 ! Ay ! this I and O— IO !— IAO ! For I
owe " I " aye to Nibbana's Oe. 28
1 Pay — Pe, the dissolution of the House of
God — for Pe comes after O — after Ayin that
triumphs over Aleph in Ain, that is O. 29
OP-us, the Work ! the OP-ening of THE
EYE ! 30
Thou Naughty Boy, thou openest THE EYE
OF HORUS to the Blind Eye that weeps ! 31
The Upright One in thine Uprightness re-
joiceth — Death to all Fishes ! 32
The Phoenix hath a Bell for Sound ; Fire for
Sight ; a Knife for Touch ; two cakes, one
for taste, the other for smell.
He standeth before the Altar of the Universe
at Sunset, when Earth-life fades.
He summons the Universe, and crowns it with
MAGICK Light to replace the sun of natural
He prays unto, and give homage to, Ro-Hoor-
khuit ; to Him he then sacrifices.
The first cake, burnt, illustrates the profit
drawn from the scheme of incarnation.
The second, mixt with his life's blood and
eaten, illustrates the use of the lower life to
feed the higher life.
He then takes the Oath and becomes free —
unconditioned — the Absolute.
Burning up in the Flame of his Prayer, and
born again — the Phoenix !
I love LAYLAH.
I lack LAYLAH.
" Where is the Mystic Grace?" sayest thou?
Who told thee, man, that LAYLAH is not
Nuit, and I hadit?
I destroyed all things ; they are reborn in other
I gave up all for One ; this One hath given up
its Unity for all?
I wrenched DOG backwards to find GOD ;
now GOD barks.
Think me not fallen because I love LAYLAH,
and lack LAYLAH.
I am the Master of the Universe ; then give
me a heap of straw in a hut, and LAYLAH
naked ! Amen.
I was discussing oysters with a crony :
GOD sent to me the angels DIN and DONI.
" An man of spunk," they urged, " would
To breakfast every day chez Laperouse."
" No !" I replied, " he would not do so, BUT
Think of his woe if Laperouse were shut !
" I eat these oysters and I drink this wine
Solely to drown this misery of mine.
" Yet the last height of consolation's cold :
Its pinnacle is — not to be consoled !
" And though I sleep with Jane and Eleanor
I feel no better than I did before,
" And Julian only fixes in my mind
Even before feels better than behind.
" You are Mercurial spirits — be so kind
As to enable me to raise the wind.
" Put me in LAYLAH'S arms again : the
Leaving me that, elsehow may do his worst."
DONI and DIN, perceiving me inspired,
Conceived their task was finished : they retired.
I turned upon my friend, and, breaking bounds,
Borrowed a trifle of two hundred pounds.
" At last I lifted up mine eyes, and beheld ;
and lo ! the flames of violet were become as
tendrils of smoke, as mist at sunset upon the
" And in the midst of the moon-pool of silver
was the Lily of white and gold. In this
Lily is all honey, in this Lily that flowereth
at the midnight. In this Lily is all perfume ;
in this Lily is all music. And it enfolded
Thus the disciples that watched found a dead
body kneeling at the altar. Amen !
" Say : God is One." This I obeyed : for a
thousand and one times a night for one
thousand nights and one did I affirm the
But " night " only means LAYLAH ; 34 and
Unity and GOD are not worth even her
Al-lah is only sixty-six ; but LAYLAH
counteth up to Seven and Seventy. 35
" Yea ! the night shall cover all ; the night
shall cover all."
I have bought pleasant trifles, and thus soothed
my lack of LAYLAH.
Light is my wallet, and my heart is also light ;
and yet I know that the clouds will gather
closer for the false clearing.
The mirage will fade ; then will the desert be
thirstier than before.
O ye who dwell in the Dark Night of the Soul,
beware most of all of every herald of the
O ye who dwell in the City of the Pyramids
beneath the Night of PAN, remember that
ye shall see no more light but That of the
great fire that shall consume your dust to
At four o'clock there is hardly anybody in
I have my choice of place and service ; the
babble of the apes will begin soon enough.
" Pioneers, O Pioneers !"
Sat not Elijah under the Juniper-tree, and
Was not Mohammed forsaken in Mecca, and
Jesus in Gethsemane?
These prophets were sad at heart ; but the
chocolate at Rumpelmayer's is great, and
the Mousse Noix is like Nepthys for per-
Also there are little meringues with cream and
chestnut-pulp, very velvety seductions.
Sail I not toward LAYLAH within seven days?
Be not sad at heart, O prophet ; the babble of
the apes will presently begin.
Nay, rejoice exceedingly ; for after all the
babble of the apes the Silence of the Night.
This is the Holy Hexagram.
Plunge from the height, O God, and interlock
with Man !
Plunge from the height, O Man, and interlock
with Beast !
The Red Triangle is the descending tongue of
grace ; the Blue Triangle is the ascending
tongue of prayer
This Interchange, the Double Gift of Tongues,
the Word of Double Power— ABRAHA-
DABRA !— is the sign of the GREAT
WORK, for the GREAT WORK is ac-
complished in Silence. And behold is not
that Word equal to Cheth, that is Cancer,
whose Sigil is 25?
This Work also eats up itself, accomplishes its
own end, nourishes the worker, leaves no
seed, is perfect in itself.
Little children, love one another !
FRATER PERDURABO is of the Sanhedrim
of the Sabbath, say men ; He is the Old
Goat himself, say women.
Therefore do all adore him ; the more they
detest him the more do they adore him.
Ay ! let us offer the Obscene Kiss !
Let us seek the Mystery of the Gnarled Oak,
and of the Glacier Torrent !
To Him let us offer up our babes ! Around
Him let us dance in the mad moonlight !
But FRATER PERDURABO is nothing but
AN EYE ; what eye none knoweth.
Skip, witches ! Hop, toads ! Take your plea-
sure ! — for the play of the Universe is the
pleasure of FRATER PERDURABO.
For mind and body alike there is no purgative
like Pranayama, no purgative like Prana-
For mind, for body, for mind and body alike —
alike ! — there is, there is, there is no purga-
tive, no purgative like Pranayama — Prana-
yama ! — Pranayama ! yea, for mind and body
alike there is no purgative, no purgative, no
purgative (for mind and body alike !) no
purgative, purgative, purgative like Prana-
yama, no purgative for mind and body alike,
like Pranayama, like Pranayama, like Prana
— Prana — Prana — Prana — Pranayama ! —
Shemhamphorash ! all hail, divided Name !
Utter it once, O mortal over- rash ! —
The Universe were swallowed up in flame
— Shemhamphorash !
Nor deem that thou amid the cosmic crash
May find one thing of all those things the
The world has gone to everlasting smash.
No ! if creation did possess an aim
(It does not.) it were only to make hash
Of that most " high " and that most holy game,
Death rides the Camel of Initiation. 36
Thou humped and stiff-necked one that groanest
in Thine Asana, death will relieve thee !
Bite not, Zelator dear, but bide ! Ten days
didst thou go with water in thy belly? Thou
shalt go twenty more with a firebrand at thy
Ay ! all thine aspiration is to death : death is
the crown of all thine aspiration. Triple is
the cord of silver moonlight ; it shall hang
thee, O Holy One, O Hanged Man, O
plural for thy multiplicity, thou Ghost of a
Could but Thy mother behold thee, O thou
The Infinite Snake Ananta that surroundeth
the Universe is but the Coffin- Worm !
When NOTHING became conscious, it made
a bad bargain.
This consciousness acquired individuality : a
The Hermit asked for love ; worst bargain of
And now he has let his girl go to America, to
have " success " in " life " : blank loss.
Is there no end to this immortal ache
That haunts me, haunts me sleeping or awake?
If I had Laylah, how could I forget
Time, Age, and Death? Insufferable fret !
Were I an hermit, how could I support
The pain of consciousness, the curse of
Even were I THAT, there still were
one sore spot —
The Abyss that stretches between THAT
Still, the first step is not so far away : —
The Mauretania sails on Saturday !
Spring beans and strawberries are in : good-
bye to the oyster !
If I really knew what I wanted, I could give
up Laylah, or give up everything for Laylah.
But " what I want " varies from hour to hour.
This wavering is the root of all compromise,
and so of all good sense.
With this gift a man can spend his seventy
years in peace.
Now is this well or ill?
Emphasise gift, then man, then spend, then
seventy years, and lastly peace, and change the
intonations — each time reverse the meaning !
I would show you how ; but — for the moment !
— I prefer to think of Laylah.
Hail ! all ye spavined, gelded, hamstrung
Ye shall surpass the planets in their courses.
How? Not by speed, nor strength, nor power
But by the Silence that succeeds the Neigh !
THE SUBLIME AND SUPREME SEP-
TENARY IN ITS MATURE MAGICAL
MANIFESTATION THROUGH MAT-
TER : AS IT IS WRITTEN : AN HE-
The Great Wheel of Samsara.
The Wheel of the Law [Dhamma].
The Wheel of the Taro.
The Wheel of the Heavens.
The Wheel of Life.
All these Wheels be one ; yet of all these the
Wheel of the TARO alone avails thee con-
Meditate long and broad and deep, O man,
upon this Wheel, revolving it in thy mind !
Be this thy task, to see how each card springs
necessarily from each other card, even in
due order from The Fool unto The Ten of
Then, when thou know'st the Wheel of Destiny
complete, mayst thou perceive THAT Will
which moved it first. [There is no first or
And lo ! thou art past through the Abyss.
Some men look into their minds into their
memories, and find naught but pain and
These then proclaim " The Good Law " unto
These preach renunciation, " virtue ", cowardice
in every form.
These whine eternally.
Smug, toothless, hairless Coote, debauch-emas-
culated Buddha, come ye to me? I have a
trick to make you silent, O ye foamers-at-
the mouth !
Nature is wasteful ; but how well She can
afford it !
Nature is false ; but I'm a bit of a liar myself.
Nature is useless ; but then how beautiful she is !
Nature is cruel ; but I too am a Sadist.
The game goes on ; it may have been too rough
for Buddha, but it's (if anything) too dull
Viens, beau negre ! Donne-moi tes levres
The price of existence is eternal warfare. 39
Speaking as an Irishman, I prefer to say : The
price of eternal warfare is existence.
And melancholy as existence is, the price is
well worth paying.
Is there is a Government? then I'm agin it ! To
Hell with the bloody English !
" O FRATER PERDURABO, how unworthy
are these sentiments ! "
" D'ye want a clip on the jaw? "
I am not an Anarchist in your sense of the
word : your brain is too dense for any known
explosive to affect it.
I am not an Anarchist in your sense of the
word : fancy a Policeman let loose on Society !
While there exists the burgess, the hunting
man, or any man with ideals less than
Shelley's and self-discipline less than Loyola's
— in short, any man who falls far short of
MYSELF — I am against Anarchy, and for
Every " emancipator " has enslaved the free.
Witch-moon that turnest all the streams to
I take this hazel rod, and stand, and swear
An Oath-beneath this blasted Oak and bare
That rears its agony above the flood
Whose swollen mask mutters an atheist's
What oath may stand the shock of this offence :
" There is no I, no joy, no permanence "?
Witch-moon of blood, eternal ebb and flow
Of baffled birth, in death still lurks a change ;
And all the leopards in thy woods that range,
And all the vampires in their boughs that glow,
Brooding on blood-thirst-these are not so
And fierce as life's unfailing shower. These die,
Yet time rebears them through eternity.
Hear then the Oath, witch-moon of blood,
dread moon !
Let all thy stryges and thy ghouls attend !
He that endureth even to the end
Hath sworn that Love's own corpse shall lie
Even in the coffin of its hopes, and spend
All the force won by its old woe and stress
In now annihilating Nothingness.
This chapter is called Imperial Purple
and A Punic War.
Many becomes two : two one : one Naught.
What comes to Naught?
What ! shall the Adept give up his hermit life,
and go eating and drinking and making
Ay ! shall he not do so? he knows that the
Many is Naught ; and having Naught, en-
joys that Naught even in the enjoyment of
For when Naught becomes Absolute Naught,
it becomes again the Many.
Any this Many and this Naught are identical ;
they are not correlatives or phases of some
one deeper Absence-of-Idea ; they are not
aspects of some further Light : they are
Beware, O my brother, lest this chapter de-
ceive thee !
Only through devotion to FRATER PER-
DURABO may this book be understood.
How much more then should He devote Him-
self to AIWASS for the understanding of
the Holy Books of 0EAHMA?
Yet must he labour underground eternally.
The sun is not for him, nor the flowers, nor
the voices of the birds ; for he is past beyond
all these. Yea, verily, oft-times he is weary ;
it is well that the weight of the Karma of
the Infinite is with him.
Therefore is he glad indeed ; for he hath finished
THE WORK ; and the reward concerneth
him no whit.
I distrust any thoughts uttered by any man
whose health is not robust.
All other thoughts are surely symptoms of
Yet these are often beautiful, and may be true
within the circle of the conditions of the
And yet again ! Do we not find that the most
robust of men express no thoughts at all?
They eat, drink, sleep, and copulate in
What better proof of the fact that all thought
We are Strassburg geese ; the tastiness of our
talk comes from the disorder of our bodies.
We like it ; this only proves that our tastes
also are depraved and debauched by our
Ex nihilo N. I. H. I. L. fit.
N. the Fire that twisteth itself and burneth
like a scorpion.
I. the unsullied ever-flowing water.
H. the interpenetrating Spirit, without and
within. Is not its name ABRAHADABRA?
I. the unsullied ever-flowing air.
L. the green fertile earth.
Fierce are the Fires of the Universe, and on
their daggers they hold aloft the bleeding
heart of earth.
Upon the earth lies water, sensuous and sleepy.
Above the water hangs air ; and above air, but
also below fire-and in all-the fabric of all
being woven on Its invisible design, is
There is a dish of sharks' fins and of sea-slug,
well set in birds' nests ... oh !
Also there is a souffle most exquisite of Chow-
These did I devise.
But I have never tasted anything to match the
which she gave me before She went away.
March 22, 1912. E. V.
Teach us Your secret, Master ! yap my Yahoos.
Then for the hardness of their hearts, and for
the softness of their heads, I taught them
But alas !
Teach us Your real secret, Master ! how to
become invisible, how to acquire love, and
oh ! beyond all, how to make gold.
But how much gold will you give me for the
Secret of Infinite Riches?
Then said the foremost and most foolish ;
Master, it is nothing ; but here is an hundred
This did I deign to accept, and whispered in
his ear this secret :
A SUCKER IS BORN EVERY MINUTE.
I am annoyed about the number 89.
I shall avenge myself by writing nothing in
That, too, is wise ; for since I am annoyed, I
could not write even a reasonably decent lie.
Behold ! I have lived many years, and I have
travelled in every land that is under the
dominion of the Sun, and I have sailed the
seas from pole to pole.
Now do I lift up my voice and testify that all
is vanity on earth, except the love of a good
woman, and that good woman LAYLAH.
And I testify that in heaven all is vanity
(for I have journeyed oft, and sojourned oft,
in every heaven), except the love of OUR
LADY BABALON. And I testify that
beyond heaven and earth is the love of OUR
And seeing that I am old and well stricken in
years, and that my natural forces fail, there-
fore do I rise up in my throne and call upon
For I am youth eternal and force infinite.
And at THE END is SHE that was LAY-
LAH, and BABALON, and NUIT,