In the Going...
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In the Going…
From a meditation nobody did, in the wee hours
of the morning, in the twilight of the year.
(Reproduced from Black Pearl No. 9.)Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
“There is no bond that can unite the divided but love.” [Liber Legis 1:41.]To “renounce all” is to let go of the illusion of the relevance of any other thing in the final step (though all things remain important enough in their own place, for their own purposes).
The cross is both death and generation. It is the Way – the Way in an incarnation, the unfolding of a life in fulfillment of the Word of the Holy Guardian Angel. It is, foremost, a symbol of “Light in Extension.” In the journey into the center, the cross folds up into the cube – the Cubical Stone – the symbol of Truth, and of the adept’s union. But, from that center, the cross is then the unfolding of that Truth into the world – Light in Extension.
Walking this Way is both death and generation. Oh, especially generation! “It is,” as The Master Therion once wrote, “rather the sacrifice of the Man, who transfers life to his descendants.” That is, after all, what each generation is for, isn’t it? It is the point of all that we do in this unfolding, this Way of the Cross, or incarnated work. And it is on THIS cross that the rose blooms.
“All that ye do is right, if so be that ye enjoy it.” [Liber Tzaddi, v. 9.]
The adept’s union with the Angel is ripened and perfected ambulando – in the going. Once it is established and matured, one does not stop to perfect it. One goes one’s way and does one’s Will.
The Blood given unto Babalon’s cup is not hoarded within. We would die of such internal bleeding! It is spilled out into the world. As one passes in one’s Way, with each step and each giving, one spills this blood freely, leaving a veritable blood bath in one’s wake. The world is drenched in this blood, this liquid life, gleaming scarlet under the rays of the Sun. Everything becomes covered by it. One is caught red-handed so long as one is caught in the act. Life is poured forth in a hemorrhage that will not stop in a life freely given.
But, then, what else was the life good for, anyway? Was there something else you were going to use it for?
Love is the law, love under will.
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Beautiful.
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Very fine way of putting it
A nice reminder, too.