A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law.
Second Feast Day!
Hadit, my Secret Centre, my Heart and my tongue.
Tiphareth, the spark of the personal Soul, a piece of the Spirit.
The secret flame that burns in the heart of every man.
The yearning of the Spirit to reunite with Nuit.
The omnipresent Point.
The Holy Guardian Angel.
Every Man and Every Woman is a Star. 🙂
Shouldn’t the feast now be called “The Four Days of the writing of The Book of the Law” ? We need to add an extra day for the day that Mr Beta re-wrote one of the words.
In case anyone is interested:
The ways of the Khabs (Star / Body of Individuality) run through .... me
In other words : “fills me”
Aum fills my consciousness, it doesn’t kill me.
The idea that a funeral prayer would end in the words “kill me” is patently absurd.
Would you write that on your tombstone?
Either way I guess we now have to celebrate a new 4th day for this festival.
I was joking btw in case you didn’t pick up on my dry humour.
I just hope that someone will continue to print good quality versions of Liber Al in its original form.
I also wonder if EGC priests will be allowed to use Liber AL in its original form in Gnostic Masses or will they be forced to use the new Beta version?
Mr Beta’s entire reasoning was based on Crowley’s personal copy in which he apparently scribbled a correction to the word ‘fill’.
How are we to know whether or not this was just a fleeting idea for a revision that he later chose not to implement?
The fact that multiple versions were published under HIS watch and he NEVER changed it to “kill” should be enough evidence for anyone who isn’t a megalomaniac.
Is it surprising that this would come from someone who spends most of his magical career “editing”.
Don’t get me wrong - I own most of the books Beta has edited, and they are all great.
But editing Liber AL. ?
Sorry that’s a no no.
Anyone care to comment on this:
REVOLUTION 25 !
it is Fill. . in my opinion..... the end. 🙂
*Happy Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law!
Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance.
Mercy let be off: damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!
... Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee:—
I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!
The light is mine; its rays consume
Me: I have made a secret door
Into the House of Ra and Tum,
Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O wingèd snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!