Liber 418 (pdf) - Koyote the Blind

LIBER CDXVIII
THE CRY OF THE 22ND ÆTHYR, WHICH IS CALLED LIN
There comes first into the stone the mysterious table of fortynine
squares. It is surrounded by an innumerable company of
angels; these angels are of all kinds,—some brilliant and flashing
as gods, down to elemental creatures. The light comes and goes
on the tablet; and now it is steady, and I perceive that each letter
of the tablet is composed of forty-nine other letters, in a language
which looks like that of Honorius; but when I would read, the
letter that I look at becomes indistinct at once.
And now there comes an Angel, to hide the tablet with his
mighty wing. This Angel has all the colours mingled in his
dress; his head is proud and beautiful; his headdress is of silver
and red and blue and gold and black, like cascades of water, and
in his left hand he has a pan-pipe of the seven holy metals, upon
which he plays. I cannot tell you how wonderful the music is,
but it is so wonderful that one only lives in one’s ears; one
cannot see anything any more.
Now he stops playing and moves with his finger in the air.
His finger leaves a trail of fire of every colour, so that the whole
Aire is become like a web of mingled lights. But through it all
drops dew.
(I can't describe these things at all. Dew doesn't represent
what I mean in the least. For instance, these drops of dew are
enormous globes, shining like the full moon, only perfectly
transparent, as well as perfectly luminous.)
And now he shows the tablet again, and he says: As there are
49 letters in the tablet, so are there 49 kinds of cosmos in every
thought of God. And there are 49 interpretations of every
cosmos, and each interpretation is manifested in 49 ways. Thus
also are the calls 49, but to each call there are 49 visions. And
each vision is composed of 49 elements, except in the 10th
Æthyr, that is accursèd, and that hath 42.
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