October 5 (Sol) Liber VII, Cap. IV, v. 26-34
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**26. There was also a certain cry in an unknown tongue, whose stridency troubled the still waters of my soul, so that my mind and my body were healed of their disease, self-knowledge.
27. Yea, an angel troubled the waters.
28. This was the cry of Him: IIIOOShBTh-IO-IIIIAMAMThIBI-II.
29. Nor did I sing this for a thousand times a night for a thousand nights before Thou camest, O my flaming God, and pierced me with Thy spear. Thy scarlet robe unfolded the whole heavens, so that the Gods said: All is burning: it is the end.
30. Also Thou didst set Thy lips to the wound and suck out a million eggs. And Thy mother sat upon them, and lo! stars and stars and ultimate Things whereof stars are the atoms.
31. Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the trellis-work of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure.
32. O white cat, the sparks fly from Thy fur! Thou dost crackle with splitting the worlds.
33. I have seen more of Thee in the white cat than I saw in the Vision of Æons.
34. In the boat of Ra did I travel, but I never found upon the visible Universe any being like unto Thee!
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Lots of stuff here. I’m surprised the commentary doesn’t have anything on verse 28 and I haven’t tried to enumerate it yet. The angel troubling the waters and providing healing appears as a reference to Raphael who is linked to the Sun in Tiphereth. Singing a thousand times for a thousand nights underscores that every moment that could be spent in aspiration to the “flaming God” is done so and with fervor. Upon the angel’s arrival the aspirant is pierced and All is burned up. This is a dying of the self, or the consciousness of self, the end of a particular way of thinking of the Life. It is all burned up which brings to mind a few things – the Aeon card of the Tarot and also the Urn which is symbolic of Chokmah. Neither of these completely ties in, but lend some concepts to color the verses.
It is interesting that the wound, being tended to, bears the root of what seems like the universe. In the sacrifice of our personality there is pain inflicted upon it from the higher, but from this we give to creation. This is all natural and normal on its own plane. The angel simply observes and hums along, business as usual while taking joy in it all.