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Liber 418 (pdf) - Koyote the Blind

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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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