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THE VISION AND THE VOICE<br />
kiss, and on it is <strong>the</strong> monogram I.H.S. The letters I.H.S. mean In<br />
Homini Salus and Instar Hominis Summus, and Imago Hominis<br />
deuS. And <strong>the</strong>re are many, many o<strong>the</strong>r meanings, but <strong>the</strong>y all<br />
imply this one thing; that nothing is of any importance but man;<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is no hope or help but in man.<br />
And she says: Sweet are my kisses, O wayfarer that<br />
wanderest from star to star. Sweet are my kisses, O householder<br />
that weariest within four walls. Thou art pent within thy brain,<br />
and my shaft pierceth it, and thou art free. Thine imagination<br />
eateth up <strong>the</strong> universe as <strong>the</strong> dragon that eateth up <strong>the</strong> moon.<br />
And in my shaft is it concentrated and bound up. See how all<br />
around <strong>the</strong>e ga<strong>the</strong>r my warriors, strong knights in goodly armour<br />
ready for war. Look upon my crown; it is above <strong>the</strong> stars.<br />
Behold <strong>the</strong> glow and <strong>the</strong> blush <strong>the</strong>reof! Upon thy cheek is <strong>the</strong><br />
breeze that stirs those plumes of truth. For though I am <strong>the</strong><br />
Angel of <strong>the</strong> fourteenth key, I am also <strong>the</strong> Angel of <strong>the</strong> eighth<br />
key. And from <strong>the</strong> love of <strong>the</strong>se two have I come, who am <strong>the</strong><br />
warden of Popé and <strong>the</strong> servant of <strong>the</strong>m that dwell <strong>the</strong>rein.<br />
Though all crowns fall, mine shall not fall; for my plumes reach<br />
up unto <strong>the</strong> Knees of Him that sitteth upon <strong>the</strong> holy throne, and<br />
liveth and reigneth for ever and ever as <strong>the</strong> balance of<br />
righteousness and truth. I am <strong>the</strong> Angel of <strong>the</strong> moon. I am <strong>the</strong><br />
veiled one that sitteth between <strong>the</strong> pillars veiled with a shining<br />
veil, and on my lap is <strong>the</strong> open Book of <strong>the</strong> mysteries of <strong>the</strong><br />
ineffable light. I am <strong>the</strong> aspiration unto <strong>the</strong> higher; I am <strong>the</strong> love<br />
of <strong>the</strong> unknown. I am <strong>the</strong> blind ache within <strong>the</strong> heart of man. I<br />
am <strong>the</strong> minister of <strong>the</strong> sacrament of pain. I swing <strong>the</strong> censer of<br />
worship, and I sprinkle <strong>the</strong> waters of purification. I am <strong>the</strong><br />
daughter of <strong>the</strong> house of <strong>the</strong> invisible. I am <strong>the</strong> Priestess of <strong>the</strong><br />
Silver Star.<br />
And she catches me up to her as a mo<strong>the</strong>r catches her babe,<br />
and holds me up in her left arm, and sets my lips to her breast.<br />
And upon her breast is written: Rosa Mundi est Lilium Coeli.<br />
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