LIBER LIBERI VEL LAPIDIS LAZULI PDF

LIBER LIBERI VEL LAPIDIS LAZULI PDF

The Libri of Aleister Crowley is a list of texts mostly written or adapted by Aleister Crowley. VII, 7, A, Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli, Adumbratio Kabbalæ Ægypt sub figura VII, — Crowley: ‘being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt . Aleister Crowley, the founder of Thelema, designated his works as belonging to one of several Liber VII: Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli—These are the Birth Words of a Master of the Temple. Its 7 Chapters are referred to the 7 Planets in the. LIBER LIBERI VEL LAPIDIS LAZULI. ADYMBRATIO KABBALAE AEGYPTIORUM. SUB FIGURA VII. Being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt Adept.

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I fall, even as the whole Universe falls down the abyss of Years.

O.T.O. – Ordo Templi Orientis – Hungary – Liber VII – Book 7

There shall be a sigil as of a vast black brooding ocean of death and the central blaze of darkness, radiating its night upon all. I liheri for Thee, I wander very lonely among the mad folk, in the grey land of desolation.

Strange and mystic, like a yellow priest invoking mighty flights of great grey birds from the North, so do I stand and invoke Thee!

Nor in the dark byways was there another: The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love.

Thou shalt crush me vfl the wine-press of Thy love. We understand the rapture of that shaken marble, torn by the throes of the crowned child, the golden rod of the golden God. Dance, dance to the Lord our God! It is not known if it be known. O white cat, the sparks fly from Thy fur! Thou shalt be like a little red worm on a hook.

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Then wilt thou be a shining fish with golden back and silver belly: All this wheeled in fire, in star-fire, rare and far and utterly lonely—even as Thou and I, O desolate soul my God! Thou hast stirred in Thy sleep, O ancient sorrow of years! I am the Initiator and the Destroyer. It is not enough to hear the bird; to enjoy song he must be the bird.

There is no more voice at all.

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Yet lapjdis Thou ever apart, even as I. Thou wast like a winged white horse, and I raced Thee through eternity against the Lord of the Gods.

Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: Not Thou, O God! Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. Come, let us sing to thee, Iacchus invisible, Iacchus triumphant, Iacchus indicible! There was a weird winged God that told us of his wisdom. Nor in the dark byways was there another: I saw his charred limbs borne down veel slopes in a stealthy tongue of liquid stone.

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

Farther and farther we float; yet we are still. There is value in our liner for a world of Spice and gold. I leap from pool to pool in my joy; I am goodly with brown and gold and silver. Feel lapidos your whole body the glorious smoothness of the marble coolth and the generous warmth of the sun and the slaves!

I am Gargantuan great; yon galaxy is but the smoke-ring of mine incense. Thou art like a beautiful Nubian slave leaning her naked purple against the green pillars of marble that are above laapidis bath. It is done quickly; yea, the seal is set upon the vault. Nor is there any rest, Sweet Heart, save in the cradle of royal Bacchus, the thigh of the most Holy One.

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These loosen the swathings of the corpse; these unbind the feet of Osiris, so that the flaming God may rage through the firmament with his fantastic spear. We made us a temple of stones in the shape of the Kapidis, even as lapidiss didst wear openly and I concealed. Thou art like a beautiful Nubian slave leaning her naked purple against the green pillars of marble that are above the bath. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she: O white cat, the sparks fly from Thy fur!

Verily, I remember those iron days. I will set up my dance in your conventicles, and my secret loves shall be sweet among you. Smiling we greet him with the secret signs. The Sword of Song.

Libri of Aleister Crowley – Wikipedia

For the end thereof is torment unspeakable. Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake. Let the work be accomplished in silence. That pallid God with face averted, that God vfl subtlety and laughter, that young Doric God, him will I serve. For our red powder of projection is beyond all possibilities. And the Word came: