Liber 418 (pdf) - Koyote the Blind

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LIBER CDXVIII
corrupted by mind. Yet it is by virtue of mind that he endures it,
and passes on, if so be that he pass on. Yet there is nothing higher
than this, for it is perfectly balanced in itself. I cannot read a word
of the holy Table, for the letters of the Table are all wrong. They
are only the shadows of shadows. And whoso beholdeth this
Table with this rapture, is light. The true word for light hath
seven letters. They are the same as ARARITA, transmuted.
There is a voice in this Æthyr, but it cannot be spoken. The
only way one can represent it is as a ceaseless thundering of the
word Amen. It is not a repetition of Amen, because there is no
time. It is one Amen continuous.
Shall mine eye fade before thy glory? I am the eye. That is
why the eye is seventy. You can never understand why, except
in this vision.
And now the table recedes from me. Far, far it goes,
streaming with light. And there are two black angels bending
over me, covering me with their wings, shutting me up into the
darkness; and I am lying in the Pastos of our Father Christian
Rosenkreutz, beneath the Table in the Vault of seven sides. And
I hear these words:
The voice of the Crowned Child, the Speech of the Babe that
is hidden in the egg of blue. (Before me is the flaming Rosy
Cross.) I have opened mine eye, and the universe is dissolved
before me, for force is mine upper eye-lid and matter is my lower
eye-lid. I gaze into the seven spaces, and there is naught.
The rest of it comes without words; and then again:
I have gone forth to war, and I have slain him that sat upon the
sea, crowned with the winds. I put forth my power and he was
broken. I withdrew my power and he was ground into fine dust.
Rejoice with me, O ye Sons of the Morning; stand with me
upon the Throne of Lotus; gather yourselves up unto me, and we
shall play together in the fields of light. I have passed into the
Kingdom of the West after my Father.