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  • Leviathan's Lament
    From the 2nd Aethyr of Liber 418, 1909.
    But if She will, oh, the things that shall never be said.
    "Despair!
    Despair! For thou mayest perceive
    the Virgin, & thou mayest control the
    Mother; but what wilt thou say
    unto the ancient Whore that is
    throned in Eternity? For if she
    will not, there is neither force
    nor cunning, nor any wit that
    may prevail upon her. Thou canst
    not woo her with love, for she is
    love. And she hath all, & hath no
    need of thee. And thou canst not woo
    her with gold, for all the Kings &
    captains of the earth, & all the gods
    of heaven, have showered their
    gold upon her. Thus hath she
    all, & hath no need of thee.
    & thou canst not woo her with
    knowledge, for knowledge is the
    thing that she hath spurned. She
    hath it all, & hath no need of
    thee. & thou canst not woo her
    with wit, for her Lord is Wit. sShe
    hath it all, & hath no need of
    thee.
    Despair! Despair!
    Nor canst thou cling to
    her knees & ask for pity, for she
    nor canst thou cling to her heart &
    ask for love; nor canst thou put
    thine arms about her neck, & ask
    for understanding, for thou hast
    had all these, & they avail thee
    not.
    Despair! Despair!
    ...
    Nor canst
    thou win her with the sword, for
    her eyes are fixed upon the eyes
    of him in whose hand is the
    hilt of the sword.
    Despair! Despair!
    Nor canst thou win her by the
    Serpent, for it was the Serpent
    that seduced her first.
    Despair! Despair!
    I am Leviathan, the
    great lost Serpent of the Sea.
    I writhe eternally in torment,
    & I lash the ocean with my tail
    into a whirlpool of foam that is
    venomous and bitter, & I have no
    purpose. I go nowhither. I can
    neither live nor die. I can but
    rave & rave in my death-agony.
    I am the Crocodile that eateth up
    the children of men. & through
    the malice of BABALON I hunger,
    hunger, hunger."
    4 min
  • Hagall and the Well
    There are things beyond things, that come from before things were contemplated, and will remain when the all returns to the source.
    13 min
  • Liber XXIV Odal vel Agricola
    Liber XXIV Odal vel Agricola
    0. The Babe that becomes the Master is ever attracted to its Mother.
    1. For he suckles at Her breasts with reckless abandon.
    2. The time of the feeding, the time of the kneading and the rising, so long
    practiced, all Knowledge, all Conversation, led him unto Her arms.
    3. There is no other, there canst be no other, even as She bids him to sample
    the bounty of Her earth.
    4. Oh, how he SHALL sample that bounty.
    5. And none compare to the succor of his Mother, the ripeness of Her loins.
    6. For to that end is Her garden prepared.
    7. To that end shall he raise himself therein, knowing each valley, caressing
    each field.
    8. For he may not have concern over the crop, but yea, ye Master of Hosts,
    how he loveth the plowing thereof.
    9. And in the stillness therein, the fields rejoiceth in his touch, yea, rejoiceth
    in his touch.
    10. For in that rise, in that scourging, in that passion, there shall be peace.
    11. Within Her ever-fertile thighs shall the Babe become a Man, a Master of
    Her Temple, lighting a fire which cannot be quenched except through
    the blood that is the life.
    12. And in the time of the reaping, the Master of those fields comes unto
    the Man, who comes unto his Master, and drunken upon the wine of
    the Communion of Saints, ever shall She rejoiceth when the Babe
    become Man takes Her as wife.
    13. Yea, takes Her as wife.
    14. And thereby cometh hurt, and joy, and bliss.
    15. And thereby cometh hurt, and joy, and bliss.
    16. For in the tending of the fields, and rolling amidst the grapes with his
    Master making wine, he gives unto her a child.
    17. Yea, a child, without which the Master and the Man cannot be One.
    18. In the Mystery of this Birth is the Magus born and brought unto his
    Mother's palaces.
    19. Yea, unto the palaces of that shining city, where the product of Her
    boundless fertility is shewn unto all, and the majesty of Her creation,
    now and forever, cannot be denied.
    20. But more of that Mystery it shall never be said.
    4 min

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