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This child danceth not, but it is because he is the soul of the
two dances, the right hand and the left hand, and in him they
are one dance, the dance without motion.
There is dew on all the fire. Every drop is the quintes-sence
of the ecstasy of stars.
Yet a third time am I led to him, prostrating myself seven
times at every step. There is a perfume in the air, reflected down
even to the body of the seer. That perfume thrills his body with
an ecstasy that is like love, like sleep.
* There are long intervals between many of these paragraphs, the Seer having
been lost to Being. The reader will note that The Great and Terrible Angel has
not been mentioned, but comes in suddenly. This was because the Seer s speech
was inaudible, or never occurred. This angel was the Higher Genius of the
Seer.
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And this is the song:
I am the child of all who am the father of all, for from me
come forth all things, that I might be. I am the fountain in the
snows, and I am the eternal sea. I am the lover, and I am the
beloved, and I am the first-fruits of their love. I am the first faint
shuddering of the Light, and I am the loom wherein night
weaveth her impenetrable veil.
I am the captain of the hosts of eternity; of the swordsmen
and the spearmen and the bowmen and the charioteers. I have
led the armies of the east against the armies of the west, and the
armies of the west against the armies of the east. For I am Peace.
My groves of olive were planted by an harlot, and my horses
were bred by a thief. I have trained my vines upon the spears of
the Most High, and with my laughter have I slain a thousand
men.
With the wine in my cup have I mixed the lightnings, and I
have carved my bread with a sharp sword.
With my folly have I undone the wisdom of the Magus, even
as with my judgments I have overwhelmed the universe. I have
eaten the pomegranate in the House of Wrath, and I have crushed
out the blood of my mother between mill-stones to make bread.
There is nothing that I have not trampled beneath my feet.
There is nothing that I have not set a garland on my brow. I have
wound all things about my waist as a girdle. I have hidden all
things in the cave of my heart. I have slain all things because I
am Innocence. I have lain with all things because I am
Untouched Virginity. I have given birth to all things because I
am Death.
Stainless are my lips, for they are redder than the purple of
the vine, and of the blood wherewith I am intoxicated. Stainless
is my forehead, for it is whiter than the wind and the dew that
cooleth it.
I am light, and I am night, and I am that which is beyond
them.
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I am speech, and I am silence, and I am that which is beyond
them.
I am life, and I am death, and I am that which is beyond them.
I am war,and I am peace, and I am that which is beyond them.
I am weakness, and I am strength, and I am that which is
beyond them.
Yet by none of these can man reach up to me. Yet by each of
them must man reach up to me.
Thou shalt laugh at the folly of the fool. Thou shalt learn the
wisdom of the Wise. And thou shalt be initiate in holy things.
And thou shalt be learned in the things of love. And thou shalt
be mighty in the things of war. And thou shalt be adept in things
occult. And thou shalt interpret the oracles. And thou shalt
drive all these before thee in thy car, and though by none of these
canst thou reach up to me, yet by each of these must thou attain
to me. And thou must have the strength of the lion, and the
secrecy of the hermit. And thou must turn the wheel of life.
And thou must hold the balances of Truth. Thou must pass
through the great Waters, a Redeemer. Thou must have the tail
of the scorpion, and the poisoned arrows of the Archer, and the
dreadful horns of the Goat. And so shalt thou break down the
fortress that guardeth the Palace of the King my son. And thou
must work by the light of the Star and of the Moon and of the
Sun, and by the dreadful light of judgment that is the birth of the
Holy Spirit within thee. When these shall have destroyed the
universe, then mayest thou enter the palace of the Queen my
daughter.
Blessed, blessed, blessed; yea, blessed; thrice and four times
blessed is he that hath attained to look upon thy face. For I will
hurl thee forth from my presence as a whirling thunderbolt to
guard the ways, and whom thou smitest shall be smitten indeed.
And whom thou lovest shall be loved indeed. And whether by
smiting or by love thou workest, each one shall see my face, a
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glimmer through a thousand veils. And they shall rise up from
love s sleep or death s, and gird themselves with a girdle of
snake-skin for wisdom, and they shall wear the white tunic of
purity, and the apron of flaming orange for will, and over their
shoulders shall they cast the panther s skin of courage. And they
shall wear the nemyss of secrecy and the ateph crown of truth.
And on their feet shall they put sandals made of the skin of
breasts, that they may trample upon all they were, yet also that
its toughness shall support them, and protect their feet, as they
pass upon the mystical way that lieth through the pylons. And
upon their breasts shall be the Rose and Cross of light and life,
and in their hands the hermit's staff and lamp. Thus shall they
set out upon the never-ending journey, each step of which is an
unutterable reward.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy; yea, thrice and four times holy
art thou, because thou hast attained to look upon my face; not by
my favour only, not by thy magick only, may this be won. Yet it
is written: Unto the persevering mortal the blessed Immortals
are swift.
Mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty; yea, thrice and four
times mighty art thou. He that riseth up against thee shall
be thrown down, though thou raise not so much as thy little
finger against him. And he that speaketh evil against thee shall
be put to shame, though thy lips utter not the littlest syllable
against him. And he that thinketh evil concerning thee shall be
confounded in his thought, although in thy mind arise not the
least thought of him. And they shall be brought unto subjection
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