17 September (Mars) Liber VII, 1:49-55
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49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.
50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.
51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!
52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.
53. O my God, spare me!
54. Now! It is done! Death.
55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound. -
49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.
50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.
51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!
52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.
53. O my God, spare me!
54. Now! It is done! Death.
55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound.Even in this high place there is resistance—something is afraid. Admittedly, this fear is now just a spice, something of an exquisite tension, more of an addition to the recipe designed to bring out the character of the hot peppers.
But it is still there, this reluctance to walk to the edge of the diving platform. What is it that carries a person over the top, that, despite all the warnings causes them to jump into cauldron? Intoxication, love, experience, trust, insanity?
Love and Will