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LIBER CDXVIII<br />
drives <strong>the</strong> blood down; so that all round <strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong> oval<br />
gradually dawns <strong>the</strong> figure of our Lady Nuit, and beneath her is<br />
<strong>the</strong> flaming winged disk, and below <strong>the</strong> altar of Ra-Hoor-Khuit,<br />
even as it is upon <strong>the</strong> Stele of Revealing. But below is <strong>the</strong> supine<br />
figure of Seb, into whom is concentrated all that clotted blood.<br />
And <strong>the</strong>re comes a voice: It is <strong>the</strong> dawn of <strong>the</strong> æon. The<br />
æons of cursing are passed away. Force and fire, strength and<br />
sight, <strong>the</strong>se are for <strong>the</strong> servants of <strong>the</strong> Star and <strong>the</strong> Snake.<br />
And now I seem to be lying in <strong>the</strong> desert, exhausted.<br />
THE DESERT, NEAR SIDI AISSA.<br />
November 25, 1909. 1.10-2 p.m.<br />
THE CRY OF THE 25TH ÆTHYR, WHICH IS CALLED VTI<br />
There is nothing in <strong>the</strong> stone but <strong>the</strong> pale gold of <strong>the</strong> Rosy<br />
Cross.<br />
Now <strong>the</strong>re comes an Angel with bright wings, that is <strong>the</strong><br />
Angel of <strong>the</strong> 25 th Aire. And all <strong>the</strong> aire is a dark olive about him,<br />
like an alexandrite stone. He bears a pitcher or amphora. And<br />
now <strong>the</strong>re comes ano<strong>the</strong>r Angel upon a white horse, and yet<br />
again ano<strong>the</strong>r Angel upon a black bull. And now <strong>the</strong>re comes a<br />
lion and swallows <strong>the</strong> two latter angels up. The first angel goes<br />
to <strong>the</strong> lion and closes his mouth. And behind <strong>the</strong>m are arrayed a<br />
great company of Angels with silver spears, like a forest. And<br />
<strong>the</strong> Angel says: Blow, all ye trumpets, for I will loose my hands<br />
from <strong>the</strong> mouth of <strong>the</strong> lion, and his roaring shall enkindle <strong>the</strong><br />
worlds.<br />
Then <strong>the</strong> trumpets blow, and <strong>the</strong> wind rises and whistles<br />
terribly. It is a blue wind with silver specks; and it blows<br />
through <strong>the</strong> whole Æthyr. But through it one perceives <strong>the</strong> lion,<br />
which has become as a raging flame.<br />
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