M.I.X. Publication in Class A
The entire cosmos is discovered
through the empty net of
the Eye.
It is opened by the breath
of the one almighty by the
rhythm imposed by its order,
Where two oppose, the third decides
Letting the light penetrate
to the chasm where tunnels
of left and right meet.
Indeed, it is revealed by Amiens
to you the waiter and the actor
the writer and the reactor.
Your dwelling is the Abode
of Tongue and Feather
And the wind rules both
The Star Goddess awaits and attacks
withdraws and advances into
the fabric of your being. She
illuminates the emptiness with
her rivers of light. She gives
this number 182
and provides the seven
with all they desire
She is not on the mountain
She is the mountain
She is not in the looking
glass, she is the glass and
the light therein.
Heed her call, absorb all
of her colors. What seems white
is a myriad combined, each
a strand of her hair, a glimpse of
her loveliness.
For the followers of the line
in seven segments, in
the pattern of the web of
wonder in the skein
of the golden coppery leaden
silvery mercurial tinny
and ferric veins,
the channels of the blood of
the Gods, the veins of
the Star Goddess herself,
in these are the fragments
of a forgotten mystery told
ages ago before the walls
of Troy and the siren’s call.
It was Word of Mouth
and Tongue of Fire
until the deluge came
and extinguished the flame.
It must be lit again
The wayward must journey
home, their paths will
become clear if they vibrate
with the light that is
their own signal in the
Eye.
Take the Tower – by storm
if you must but never for
granted. Follow the
battlements. See how they
alternate. In this is a key.
The grates of the windows
Therein is another key.
You who have seen this Eye
with your own eye
know within what is hidden
in Plain Sight.
Like a crystal made into glass,
it captures & changes the image
and breaks the sentence
into fragments. Restore
the sentence backwards and
you will have the words of Power
The flight of the dove and the
bite of the Lion, each has
its place and time. Each
has its method and its
mastery. The choice was made
by the Prophet, and so must
it be for all who follow him.
Each piece assembles into the
Whole Web of Wonder and
once integrated, the image
will convey the mystery to
the empty net of the Eye.
It is the void only to await
the fullness brought by
emancipation from the
puppet show that plays before
you, charades of make
believe like Judas and Pontius
who put on a show for the
masses. Away with their
follies and idolatries
This that you write, that
I whisper in your right
eye, shall be called
The Book of the Seven
Spirits
Silence Solitude
Sirius and Solemn
Standing and Sitting
Sabers and Scimitars
Sanguine & Sullen
Source and Signal
Seed and Symbol
The words continue beyond these
and appear when needed
by those on the Path.
And this Path, though it be
one in the End is many
in the Beginning, single
is the final portal but many
are the ways to approach it
Each path is not equal
and some approach only to
end at a wall, forever
separate from the portal.
Thus is every Labyrinth devised
and wary are they who
approach a new way with
eyes half closed
They who would attain their
freedom from the slavery
of illusion, from the mockery
of their True Self that
occurs day after day must
adhere to three things:
the Will is the Word
which must be honored
the Love is the Law
which must be followed
the Self is the Sword
which must cleave:
the dross from the fine
the clutter from the Master
the chatter from the Pure Tones
the chains of chattel
from the ropes of mountain
climbers. For those who
would commune with Nuit
will find she is the mountain
To climb her is to embrace her
and fear not to fall from
her, for she surrounds you
with her body of stars, her
arms as broad as the
continents, to ensure your
continence indeed.
You are given the current of power
in order to effect change.
Make a castle out of the
building blocks you have
been given. Install a
telescope therein so that
all may observe the heavens,
the stars and the wanderers
of the wasteland. Follow
through on the ordeals
as needed, follow the pattern
of the quilt already sewn.
The new Aeon has come and
there is much to explore.
It is young and unlearned
and yet how much it has
grown already. It totters
like a toddler who knows
not how to walk. It may
topple yet, there is no guarantee.
But your task is not concerned
with this. Your task
is to follow the paths that
lead to the Portal.
And thence become Immortal.
The Crown hath Seven Rays
and these Seven Rays are None.
The Will hath Seven Ways
and these Seven Ways are One
The Well hath Seven Sources
and these all fill your Cup
The Tree has Seven Branches
and each one holds a secret
and each one holds a Universe
The Torch has Seven Tongues
of Flame far-darting
and eloquent
The Wheel hath Seven Spokes
the binding of Nuit to Hadit
Seven are the Holy Kings and Queens
who would take the
trails to the summit.
The Mountain awaits the climbers
The climbers await the Moment.
Let all who choose these
paths be sworn to uphold
the integrity: of the Law,
of Thelema, of themselves
in the face of all
adversities. For these will
fall away as the mountain
is ascended. There is no
salvation through suffering
You are already perfect
But the summit is hidden
in the clouds like Olympus
and above them will be
seen the Vision of Vitality
when the Ruse of Reality
is transcended. Then
the striving is ended, and
all occurs without effort.
Hail! Mountaineers and
Mystics, Magicians and
Masters – Mystery is on
your forehead and Mastery
is in your heart
Mister or Mistress
Lady or Lordship
Your castle is ready and waiting.
This is the end of the
book of the current
This is the end of the
current book.
Solignere
Solitude
Salutations
Silence
Written on this the Seventh
Day of the new
Decade and the New Year
2020
7:00 – 7:28 am
In Nomine Babalon
Aummmm
Lux Et Obscuritas 8°=3□