28 October (Venus) Liber VII, 7:41-49
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41. Come, O my God, in one last rapture let us attain to the Union with the Many!
42. In the silence of Things, in the Night of Forces, beyond the accursèd domain of the Three, let us enjoy our love!
43. My darling! My darling! away, away beyond the Assembly and the Law and the Enlightenment unto an Anarchy of Solitude and Darkness!
44. For even thus must we veil the brilliance of our Self.
45. My darling! My darling!
46. O my God, but the love in Me bursts over the bonds of Space and Time; my love is spilt among them that love not love.
47. My wine is poured out for them that never tasted wine.
48. The fumes thereof shall intoxicate them and the vigour of my love shall breed mighty children from their maidens.
49. Yea! without draught, without embrace: — and the Voice answered Yea! these things shall be. -
"...Yea! these things shall be."
It always amazes me to see the spirit of Thelema, so to speak, taking over the world, though almost no one has heard the word “thelema” or knows or cares about it as such. Without tasting a draught of the wine of our Holy Books, without embracing or even knowing about our Prophet, yet people everywhere are become drunken and ecstatic with the thrill of freedom – freedom from restriction, and freedom to do what they will.
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"...beyond the Assembly and the Law and the Enlightenment unto an Anarchy of Solitude and Darkness!"
In Buddhism, one takes refuge in the Buddha (the Enlightenment), Dharma (the Law) and Sangha (the Assembly). But in Thelema, Our sole refuge is Nu, the infinity of space, Tiamat, Durga, Binah, and Her sigil is darkness. The darkness of Nu is our refuge; our light is the solitude of Hadit; and our god Horus brings the anarchy of war and every man for himself. No enlightenment but darkness, no law but anarchy, no assembly but solitude.
In my meditations and spiritual practice, I face this anarchy of solitude and darkness. Not that I presume to know what these words mean to a Master of the Temple; but I see now that the whole spiritual path is a series of steps each one of which is necessarily a mistake.
Anarchy. In biology, evolution is not the result of some unitary force guiding life towards a goal. Rather, it is the result of chance. Organisms produce offspring that are all a little different from one another, each one in some way a bit “wrong”. Over the course of time, the ratcheting effect of natural selection results in increasingly complex species. So it is with my spiritual practice. I have no well-defined goal, no clear path, no Inner Teacher, no True Will, really, that tells me what to do and where to go. If I progress at all, it will be by an anarchistic process of organic growth.
Solitude. I am not alone in life. I have a lover, friends and acquaintances, family, etc., to engage with and to share different parts of my life and experience. But there is a deep, private part of myself that I cannot share, could not express to another if I wanted to, because I do not know myself what it is. Why do I sit in this dim room trying not to move, trying to focus my attention on – on what? Whatever ultimately drives this endeavor is unique to me; I don’t think other spiritual aspirants or teachers could really tell me what it is or understand what it is. And the ultimate result – if it is only to go to my grave a fool – will be for me alone.
Darkness. Not that “central blaze of darkness” (VII 7:29) that is Binah, nor that dark night of the soul, but only that quotidian darkness of ignorance, folly, and confusion. This is what I confront in my meditations, and now I suppose it is what I must always face.
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gmugmble,
...a wonderful post.
Thank you...
Love and Will