1 October (Jupiter) Liber VII, 3:53-60
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**53. Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything! Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.
54. I feel the essence of softness.
55. I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak and feminine.
56. Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.
57. There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.
58. The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.
59. I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.
60. Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished. ** -
**53. Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything! Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.
54. I feel the essence of softness.
55. I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak and feminine.
56. Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.
57. There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.
58. The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.
59. I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.
60. Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished. **I hope I am not stepping on any toes by posting what I deduce is the last of the Jupiter text.
@RobertAllen said
"**53. Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything! Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.
- I feel the essence of softness.
- I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak and feminine.
- Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.
- There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.
- The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.
- I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.
- Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished. **"
I had to read the whole several times before the sense began to dawn on me. It's a sacrifice, one that brings the spring, or the harvest of the grapes that becomes the new wine. Death becomes ecstasy, and is understood as the gate to ecstasy.
We dwell on the fullness of things. The lightning bolt that starts the forest fire that allows the Redwood seeds to germinate, take root, and become saplings. Children of the corn, or Aztec blood sacrifices—necessary to the rebirth of reality...
Love and Will
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