Line X of Oath of the abyss
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@Nuit by Aiwass with Crowley said
- Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God.
If thout art a Master child,
Then when your garden snaps at you
TEND TO IT
Instead of going off in a 'huff'
Blaming the fruit for its bitternessHere is a mirror,
RE COIL from thy ugliness
See who you really are for a while
Perhaps then you will learn to smile!As I am sure you will say
"HAHA THIS IS NOT MY GARDEN"
WELL THEN GET TO IT BITCH
Barren womb without mirth
Get to your function, give birth!I find it interesting when people claim to cross the Abyss, saying things like "oh, this is just beyond you."
Now, if the Oath is anything to go by, and every action is now an interaction between your soul and God...
When I say "your theory sucks" it is not me saying "your theory sucks" it is God saying "your theory sucks."It is God who is telling you, right now to get off your high horse.
It is God who is telling you, if you are a Master : Why are you not tending to your garden?
As either, this is your garden and you are to blame for the bitterness of the fruit.
Or, your garden is elsewhere and instead of tending to it you are wasting your time here.Would you agree, on what is essentially, an interpretation of line X of the Oath of the Abyss?
Recently I have been pondering the notion of maintaining the connection with the material plane upon attaining to such a grade. The ego needing to be diffused before the crossing, as it would have no desire to return and instead wish to remain in bliss. Leaving no self-originating desire to return something 'else' or 'other' would be required, the 'garden' what ever that may be. The Master essentially returning for its sake. Could there be another reason? A strong enough Will to go even farther? -
" From the Cry of the 13th Aethry:
Come with me, and behold how NEMO tendeth his garden.
So we enter the earth, and there is a veiled figure, in absolute darkness. Yet it is perfectly possible to see in it, so that the minutest details do not escape us. And upon the root of one flower he pours acid so that that root writhes as if in torture. And another he cuts, and the shriek is like the shriek of a mandrake, torn up by the roots. And another he chars with fire, and yet another he anoints with oil.
And I said: Heavy is the labour, but great indeed is the reward.
And the young man answered me: He shall not see the reward, he tendeth the garden
"The flowers bloom,
All equally Divine.
But the garden's tending
Depends on lines.The weeds appear,
All equally Divine.
But the gardens' tending
Depends on kind.The child is Divine,
The hermit as well,
To let the child rule him
Leads both to hell. -
Ah! The bliss!
Of a cru-ci-fix
If such I could learn
Then I would burn
And Earth would be shattered
To piecesSo here I begin fleecing
Garbs of gold pieces
A crown that is round
That I wear around town
To gather my nieces
Nephews and sons
Daughters of water
And causes to flutter
All the while taking a bathEven this may pass
I the first of the last
On a throne of glass
Seen through is my past
Reflected, a mast
By which I sail the seas -
And so it continues
In false speech and true.
I speak of Supernals.
You claim Not for you.But, as you like it.
You are no "Whore,"
Nor crossed the Abyss,
Nor stand on the shore,
Nor live in such bliss.
I'll hint so no more.You are no "Whore,"
Precisely,
as you protest.
I reach down a finger
And touch the hard Earth.
There is no proof of aught
But your dearth.BABALON
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You're right.
Truth is better.
For all the good,
Witness this!WHAT GREAT LIES!
WHAT GREAT LIES!
WHAT GREAT LIES I PROFESS!Now my speech falls to silence
The false and the true while
You Spit! Spit! Spit at the cross,
You suffering savior, you. -
I thought "Bere of his shith" and the rest here was really good too...
As long as we're paying compliments...
"It's amusing to me,
how the archetypes shift,
an old man is Simon,
and Bere of his shith,
revealed he is not,
an old man at all,
a fat man of 40,
a Christian drawl,
makes a lazy assumption,
of woman - take all!"
I'm'onna go chill a little now, y'all.
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Gemini versus Libra,
Both Moon in Pisces.As for me, the Libra:
I can satisfy no more calculating conclusion.
I can calculate no more satisfying conclusion.
And I would be concluded.
And I would be satisfied."The strong brown reaper swept his swathe and rejoiced. The wise man counted his muscles, and pondered, and understood not, and was sad."
"Reap thou, and rejoice!"