September 15 (Mars) Liber VII, Cap. I, v. 33-40
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**33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!
34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.
35. I love Thee. I love Thee. I love Thee.
36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.
37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.
38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.
39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.
40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N.O.X.
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Letting go and into the comfort of the loss of all that one was. A terror on the hand or the momentum of all that has passed before this point. Here, it is a bed of comfort where the God is adored who radiates such light that it exhausts the mind. Love is what keeps one going and moving. Love is the force that binds us together and bids us to ascend spiraling above. Pure aspiration is the single goal and with the bow drawn back desire alights us while we find our object of love can only be comprehended as emptiness and to which what we beheld as a flame of the pyre as just a little light. Vastness is beheld. The fire from which all proceeds is beheld.
The continual idea of Mars and Geburah come to mind. The destruction of the Tower and the unbalanced/balanced aspects of Geburah come to mind in the ideas of fear and justice. There is a looking ahead to the Supernals, to divinity, to that which we surrender all to join. The deepening of the idea of completely becoming who we really are.