Liber 418 (pdf) - Koyote the Blind

LIBER CDXVIII
mahasatipatthana ought to be done before invocations of the
Holy Guardian Angel, so that the ego may be very ready to yield
itself utterly to the Beloved.
And now the breeze is blowing about us, like the sighs of
love unsatisfied—or satisfied. His lips move. I cannot say the
words at first.
And afterwords: “Shalt thou not bring the children of
men to the sight of my glory? ‘Only thy silence and thy speech
that worship me avail.’ ‘For as I am the last, so am I the next,
and as the next shalt thou reveal me to the multitude.’ Fear not
for aught; turn not aside for aught, eremite of Nuit, apostle of
Hadit, warrior of Ra Hoor Khu! The leaven taketh, and the
bread shall be sweet; the ferment worketh, and the wine shall be
sweet. My sacraments are vigorous food and divine madness.
Come unto me, O ye children of men; come unto me, in whom I
am, in whom ye are, were ye only alive with the life that abideth
in Light.”
All this time I have been fading away. I sink. The veil of
night comes down a dull blue-gray with one pentagram in the
midst of it, watery and dull. And I am to abide there for a while
before I come back to the earth. (But shut me the window up,
hide me from the sun. Oh, shut the window!)*
Now, the pentagram is faded; black crosses fill the Æthyr
gradually growing and interlacing, until there is a network.
It is all dark now. I am lying exhausted, with the sharp edge
of the shew-stone cutting into my forehead.
BOU-SÂADA.
November 30, 1909. 9.15-10.50 a.m.
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* It was done.—O. V.