24 July (Fire) Liber LXV, 4:28-29
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28. Weary, weary! saith the scribe, who shall lead me to the sight of the Rapture of my master?
29. The body is weary and the soul is sore weary and sleep weighs down their eyelids; yet ever abides the sure consciousness of ecstacy, unknown, yet known in that its being is certain. O Lord, be my helper, and bring me to the bliss of the Beloved! -
28. Weary, weary! saith the scribe, who shall lead me to the sight of the Rapture of my master?
The scribe can only watch. It's like recording in your magical diary that you just experienced Samadhi and know the whole time that anything you write about the experience will be a lie. Still, you make as faithful a record as you can, admitting your own limitations and inadequacy in doing so.
**29. The body is weary and the soul is sore weary and sleep weighs down their eyelids; yet ever abides the sure consciousness of ecstacy, unknown, yet known in that its being is certain. O Lord, be my helper, and bring me to the bliss of the Beloved!
**I'm reminded of the story of Christ praying with his disciples in the Garden of Gethsemane. No one could stay awake with him. What we have instead is the record that reads: something amazing happened, I'm certain of it!
In the last sentence, who is talking? To what extent are all the sentiments expressed, only concerned with the scribe's perspective, or do they shift back to the master, or the adept? Because we are already informed in 28 about the imitations of the mind in this respect, so is the request at the end of 29 reasonable?
I suspect the bliss is the witnessing, since the initial request is to be led to the place where it can be observed. Therefore the voice is consistent throughout.
Love and Will