September 14 (Mars) Liber VII, Cap. I, v. 25-32
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**25. I based all on one, one on naught.
26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!
27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!
28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.
29. O ever-weeping One!
30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!
31. There thought; and thought is evil.
32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.
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We start with a firm foundation here relating “all” to the “One” which is based on “naught”. These perhaps have a whole other meeting to an Exempt Adept making the way across to the Supernals where L.V.X. is surpassed in its glory by N.O.X. Upon contemplating this, upon living in this, the awe of God is before the Adept. Unity uttermost showed is beheld and the hooded sun is perhaps how this Light is seen from Tiphareth. Release, release all, remove, remove all with force, with permanence, with spurred desire. Our material senses shall be surpassed as we grow beyond the need of its protection, she who cries for us and molds dirt into bodies. These bodies are destroyed once again becoming grains of dust and she cries.
Aspiration is beyond this, it transforms past the sacrificed one, past the weeping one, and into the crowned and conquering child who has travelled the steps that preceding it. A new godform, a transformed idea, and in its destruction appears evil in its voraciousness consuming everything and abiding in all worlds at once.