August 24 (Spirit) Liber LXV, Cap. V, v. 29
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The imagery here brings to mind fire and a distilled one at that. Maybe a little "liquid luck" (Harry Potter reference ). On one end I want to imagine this as an alchemical reaction within our own bodies, its perfection, and the resulting tincture that is everything from ecstatic union with the angel to an ever abiding peaceful sea. Wine is commonly used as the "water" in different Eucharist rituals, Babalon is known to drink of the blood of the Saints and to be intoxicated thereof, and the flow of blood is circulating throughout the body is the movement that whips up the rhythms that give momentum to life.
What hits me today is that in devoting and pouring one's self into the work is all life caught up and offered to the highest. The result of giving, in service to life, our own very life is what is described as a form of this "intoxication" and on its inner levels (most likely from a specific angle I'm inferring, but can't explain properly) is a task on the path far from anything I can claim. My own ramblings though in trying to wrestle out some stuff here.