by sense-perceptions or the conversation of others. (b) By some device, such as the changing of thy ring from one finger to another, create in thyself two personalities, the thoughts of one being within entirely different limits from that of the other, the common ground being the necessities of life.
Of thine own Ingenium devise others.
2. On each occasion that thou art betrayed into thinking that thou art sworn to avoid, cut thyself sharply upon the wrist or forearm with a razor; even as thou shouldst beat a disobedient dog. Feareth not the Ox the Goad of the Ploughman?
3. Thine arm then serveth thee both for a warning and for a record. Thou shalt write down thy daily progress in these practices, until thou art perfectly vigilant at all times over the least thought that ariseth in thy brain.
Thus bind thyself, and thou shalt be for ever free.
Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli
Adumbratio Kabbalæ Ægyptorium 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.
Prologue of the Unborn
1 Into my loneliness comes -
2 The sound of a flute in dim groves that haunt the uttermost hills.
3 Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness.
4 And I behold Pan.
5 The snows are eternal above, above -
6 And their perfume smokes upward into the nostrils of the stars.
7 But what have I to do with these?
8 To me only the distant flute, the abiding vision of Pan.
9 On all sides Pan to the eye, to the ear;
10 The perfume of Pan pervading, the taste of him utterly filling my mouth, so that the tongue breaks forth into a weird and monstrous speech.
11 The embrace of him intense on every centre of pain and pleasure.
12 The sixth interior sense aflame with the inmost self of Him,
13 Myself flung down the precipice of being
14 Even to the abyss, annihilation.
15 An end to loneliness, as to all.
16 Pan! Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan!
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 phoenix 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 aether, 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
