4 July (Water) Liber LXV, 3:53-54
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53. Behold! I am a butterfly at the Source of Creation; let me die before the hour, falling dead into thine infinite stream!
54. Also the stream of the stars floweth ever majestical unto the Abode; bear me away upon the Bosom of Nuit! -
53. Behold! I am a butterfly at the Source of Creation; let me die before the hour, falling dead into thine infinite stream!
54. Also the stream of the stars floweth ever majestical unto the Abode; bear me away upon the Bosom of Nuit!Yes, let me act in such a way that no more evil is created, no more karma generated, no more story unfolds.
Love and Will
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53. Behold! I am a butterfly at the Source of Creation; let me die before the hour, falling dead into thine infinite stream!
Before a butterfly takes on its form as a butterfly, it's a caterpillar. But the caterpillar dies when the butterfly is born. The reference to dying in this verse is elusive, since we're above the abyss death/life are one and the same. But the butterfly is at the Source of Creation, that place whence Creation comes from. The Source of all. The infinite stream.
54. Also the stream of the stars floweth ever majestical unto the Abode; bear me away upon the Bosom of Nuit!
The outpouring from the Source is ever unto the infinite expansiveness of its self. The Star trump comes to mind.
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93!
as has been said.....'die daily' and be pure and holy for the the time when one becomes 'one' w/ adonai and in that flowing receptivity... unity.... in the body of nuit!gavdeo 49
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I sort of broke it down even further for my own understanding.
" **53. Behold! I am a butterfly at the Source of Creation; "
I sort of imagined a butterfly flying around the point which I understand became the BIG BANG.
" let me die before the hour, falling dead into thine infinite stream! "
This verse sort of corrupted the first image though as there was no big bang and no time at this point. Then I thought what about the time before the big bang, imagining that there could be time. This would be like the person or adept creating an image of smallness and beauty. Then the adept says, let me die before thee creates and let particles of me exist everywhere.
" 54. Also the stream of the stars floweth ever majestical unto the Abode; bear me away upon the Bosom of Nuit!**"
This adds even more layers to how my particles shall be dispersed, even in the stars shall it be dispersed and it seems to say ‘Yea, bear my particles away “upon the Bosom of Nuit” so that I may be a part of thee and thee a part of me’.