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Liber A’ash vel Capricorni Pneumatici sub figurâ CCCLXX
A∴A∴
Publication in Class A.
Gnarled Oak of God! In thy branches is the
lightning nested! Above thee hangs the Eyeless
Hawk.
Thou art blasted and black! Supremely solitary in
that heath of scrub.
Up! The Ruddy clouds hang over thee! It is the
storm.
There is a flaming gash in the sky.
Up.
Thou art tossed about in the grip of the storm
for an æon and an æon and an æon. But thou
givest not thy sap; thou fallest not.
Only in the end shalt thou give up thy sap when
the great God F.I.A.T. is enthroned on the day of
Be-With-Us.
For two things are done and a third thing is
begun. Isis and Osiris are given over to incest
and adultery. Horus leaps up thrice armed from
the womb of his mother. Harpocrates his twin is
hidden within him. Set is his holy covenant, that
he shall display in the great day of M.A.A.T.,
that is being interpreted the Master of the
Temple of A∴ A∴, whose name is Truth.
Now in this is the magical power known.
It is like the oak that hardens itself and bears
up against the storm. It is weather-beaten and
scarred and confident like a sea-captain.
Also it straineth like a hound in the leash.
It hath pride and great subtlety. Yea, and glee
also!
Let the Magus act thus in his conjuration.
Let him sit and conjure; let him draw himself
together in that forcefulness; let him rise next
swollen and straining; let him dash back the hood
from his head and fix his basilisk eye upon the
sigil of the demon. Then let him sway the force
of him to and fro like a satyr in silence, until
the Word burst from his throat.
Then let him not fall exhausted, although the
might have been ten thousandfold the human;
but that which floodeth him is the infinite mercy
of the Genitor-Genitrix of the Universe, whereof
he is the Vessel.
Nor do thou deceive thyself. It is easy to tell
the live force from the dead matter. It is no
easier to tell the live snake from the dead
snake.
Also concerning vows. Be obstinate, and be not
obstinate. Understand that the yielding of the
Yoni is one with the lengthening of the Lingam.
Thou art both these; and thy vow is but the
rustling of the wind on Mount Meru.
Now shalt thou adore me who am the Eye and the
Tooth, the Goat of the Spirit, the Lord of
Creation. I am the Eye in the Triangle, the
Silver Star that ye adore.
I am Baphomet, that is the Eightfold Word that
shall be equilibrated with the Three.
There is no act or passion that shall not be an
hymn in mine honour.
All holy things and all symbolic things shall be
my sacraments.
These animals are sacred unto me; the goat, and
the duck, and the ass, and the gazelle, the man,
the woman and the child.
All corpses are sacred unto me; they shall not be
touched save in mine eucharist. All lonely places
are sacred unto me; where one man gathereth
himself together in my name, there will I leap
forth in the midst of him.
I am the hideous god, and who mastereth me is
uglier than I.
Yet I give more than Bacchus and Apollo; my gifts
exceed the olive and the horse.
Who worshippeth me must worship me with many
rites.
I am concealed with all concealments; when the
Most Holy Ancient One is stripped and driven
through the marketplace, I am still secret and
apart.
Whom I love I chastise with many rods.
All things are sacred to me; no thing is sacred
from me.
For there is no holiness where I am not.
Fear not when I fall in the fury of the storm;
for mine acorns are blown afar by the wind; and
verily I shall rise again, and my children about
me, so that we shall uplift our forest in
Eternity.
Eternity is the storm that covereth me.
I am Existence, the Existence that existeth not
save through its own Existence, that is beyond
the Existence of Existences, and rooted deeper
than the No-Thing-Tree in the Land of No-Thing.
Now therefore thou knowest when I am within thee,
when my hood is spread over thy skull, when my
might is more than the penned Indus, and
resistless as the Giant Glacier.
For as thou art before a lewd woman in Thy
nakedness in the bazaar, sucked up by her slyness
and smiles, so art thou wholly and no more in
part before the symbol of the beloved, though it
be but a Pisacha or a Yantra or a Deva.
And in all shalt thou create the Infinite Bliss
and the next link of the Infinite Chain.
This chain reaches from Eternity to Eternity,
ever in triangles—is not my symbol a
triangle?—ever in circles—is not the
symbol of the Beloved a circle? Therein is all
progress base illusion, for every circle is alike
and every triangle alike!
But the progress is progress, and progress is
rapture, constant, dazzling, showers of light,
waves of dew, flames of the hair of the Great
Goddess, flowers of the roses that are about her
neck, Amen!
Therefore lift up thyself as I am lifted up.
Hold thyself in as I am master to accomplish.
At the end, be the end far distant as the stars
that lie in the navel of Nuit, do thou slay
thyself as I at the end am slain, in the death
that is life, in the peace that is mother of war,
in the darkness that holds light in his hand as
an harlot that plucks a jewel from her nostrils.
So therefore the beginning is delight, and the
End is delight, and delight is in the midst, even
as the Indus is water in the cavern of the
glacier, and water among the greater hills and
the lesser hills and through the ramparts of the
hills and through the plains, and water at the
mouth thereof when it leaps forth into the mighty
sea, yea, into the mighty sea.
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