September 22 (Saturn) Liber VII, Cap. II, v. 33-38
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**33. Think, O God, how I am happy in Thy love.
34. O marble Pan! O false leering face! I love Thy dark kisses, bloody and stinking! O marble Pan! Thy kisses are like sunlight on the blue Ægean; their blood is the blood of the sunset over Athens; their stink is like a garden of Roses of Macedonia.
35. I dreamt of sunset and roses and vines; Thou wast there, O my God, Thou didst habit Thyself as an Athenian courtesan, and I loved Thee.
36. Thou art no dream, O Thou too beautiful alike for sleep and waking!
37. I disperse the insane folk of the earth; I walk alone with my little puppets in the garden.
38. I am Gargantuan great; yon galaxy is but the smoke-ring of mine incense.
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Within the darkness here there is great power in the adept’s balance and control over this aspect of consciousness. One key, it appears to me, is the constant looking towards and almost clinging to the angel. At this point of my conception I see the angel as the central core of all focus as it is the one goal and once achieved deepening the relationship through all aspects of consciousness balance and empower the adept. Though it be blood and stink or sunsets, roses, and vines it is all an aspect of the angel who is decorated with adoration.