13 October (Mercury) Liber VII, 5:27-34
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27. Let there be nothing!
28. Let all things drop into this ocean of love!
29. Be this devotion a potent spell to exorcise the demons of the Five!
30. Ah God, all is gone! Thou dost consummate Thy rapture. Falútli! Falútli!
31. There is a solemnity of the silence. There is no more voice at all.
32. So shall it be unto the end. We who were dust shall never fall away into the dust.
33. So shall it be.
34. Then, O my God, the breath of the Garden of Spices. All these have a savour averse. -
Wrapped so tight there is neither me nor you
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The "demons of the Five" seem to me to be the impressions striking the five senses.
Read in context with this - the several verses leading in and following. He is losing himself in the experience of the HGA, all the functions of his body and psyche turning in and aligning with that. Compare the transition from the 5 to the 6 in the Prologue to Liber VII.