of God! In thy branches is the lightning nested! Above thee hangs the Eyeless
blasted and black! Supremely solitary in that heath of scrub.
ruddy clouds hang over thee! It is the storm.
There is a
flaming gash in the sky.
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.
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.
straineth like a hound in the leash.
pride and great subtlety. Yea, and glee also!
magus act thus in his conjuration.
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
him not fall exhausted, although he might have been ten thousandfold the human;
but that which floodeth him is the infinite mercy of the Genitor-Genetrix of
the Universe, whereof he is the Vessel.
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.
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.
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
Baphomet, that is the Eightfold Word that shall be equilibrated with the
no act or passion that shall not be a hymn in mine honour.
things and all symbolic things shall be my sacraments.
animals are sacred unto me; the goat, and the duck, and the ass, and the
gazelle, the man, the woman and the child.
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
worshippeth me must worship me with many rites.
concealed with all concealments; when the Most Holy Ancient One is stripped and
driven through the marketplace I am still secret and apart.
love I chastise with many rods.
are sacred to me; no thing is sacred from me.
is no holiness where I am 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.
is the storm that covereth me.
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.
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
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
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!
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!
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.
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.
(The Interpretation of this Book will be given to members of the Grade of
Dominus Liminis on application, each to his Adeptus.)