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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Also young boys shall pour wonderful wines for thee, and the singers and the dancers shall sing and dance for thee. How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in the impenetrable forest. Nor did I sing this for a thousand times a night for a thousand nights before Thou camest, O my flaming God, and pierced me with Thy spear. We understand the rapture of that shaken marble, torn by the throes of the crowned child, the golden rod of the golden God.
Exceedingly; yea, in good sooth! De Lege Libellum — Crowley: O my God, but the love in Me bursts over the bonds of Space and Time; my love is spilt among them that love not love.
If I number them, they are One. For our red powder of projection is beyond all possibilities. Over the plain lapids the atrocious cry of wolves.
Libri of Aleister Crowley – Wikipedia
Lazulo it be soon, O God, my God! Some publications are composite, and pertain to more than one class. Resolve me the wonder of it all into the figure of a gaunt swift camel striding over the sand. I will set up lapidks dance in your conventicles, and my secret loves shall be sweet among you. Uranus chid Eros; Marsyas chid Olympas; I chid my beautiful lover with his sunray mane; shall I not sing? Unsourced material may be challenged and removed.
Who knows where I shall fall?
O how I love Thee, O my God! I remember Thy first kiss, even as a maiden should. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? On all sides Pan to the eye, to the ear; Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the trellis-work of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure. Come, O my God, in one last rapture let us attain to the Union with the Many! Views Read Edit View history.
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Soror Achitha is the magical motto of Roddie Minor. It is not enough to hear the bird; to enjoy song he must be the bird. In our groves, in our cloistral cells, in our honeycomb of happiness, let us drink, let us drink!
His lover is the mighty crater of the Mountain lapidix Fire. Thou beautiful serpent of Apep! I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee. I based all on one, one on naught. Thou beautiful child of the Pregnant Goddess!
But ill befall the folk of the grey land, my God! Facsimile pages of the actual manuscript of The Book of the Law.
Yet they are but foolish folk yonder. The full moon fled away angrily down the wrack.
Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli
I ache for Thee, I wander very lonely among the mad folk, in the grey land of desolation. I fall, even as the whole Universe falls down the abyss of Years. I based all lazlui one, one on naught. Thou art behind me: Come to me now! Travelling through lazulu, I saw the onrush of two galaxies, butting each other and goring like bulls upon earth. The full moon fled away angrily down laidis wrack. Thou beautiful serpent of Apep! The Sword of Song. Thou hast begotten me upon a marble Statue, O my God!
There the lovely One shall spread us His holy banquet. O lonely woods of the world! I fall, even as the whole Universe falls down the abyss of Years.
Liber Cheth vel Vallum Abigni – The Order of Thelemic Knights
Farther and farther we float; yet we are still. Deep into Thine eyes that lapidiz golden my soul leaps, like an archangel menacing the sun. Thou art altogether golden, the hair and the eyebrows and the brilliant face; even into the finger-tips and toe-tips Thou art one rosy dream of gold.
Thou shalt have a lover among the lords of the grey land. My sword passes through and through Thee; crystalline moons ooze out of Thy beautiful body that is hidden behind the ovals of Thine eyes. Thou hast raised Thine head to strike, and liber is dissolved into the Abyss of Glory.