October 4 (Sol) Liber VII, Cap. IV, v. 18-25
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**18. Worshipful are ye, O my lovers; let us forward to the dimmest hollow!
19. There we will feast upon mandrake and upon moly!
20. There the lovely One shall spread us His holy banquet. In the brown cakes of corn we shall taste the food of the world, and be strong.
21. In the ruddy and awful cup of death we shall drink the blood of the world, and be drunken!
22. Ohé! the song to Iao, the song to Iao!
23. Come, let us sing to thee, Iacchus invisible, Iacchus triumphant, Iacchus indicible!
24. Iacchus, O Iacchus, O Iacchus, be near us!
25. Then was the countenance of all time darkened, and the true light shone forth.
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In reading this the idea that keeps coming back is that everything is the angel. Everything is Iacchus and yet it is a sort of calling out to Iacchus. Even the adept (maybe especially the adept) invokes and calls out to the angel and fills consciousness with symbols and ideas that may lead to the intensity of union.
The other tidbit is the last verse - everything is darkened and the true light shines forth. All focus, all symbol, all thoughts are one pointed. All else is darkened and the true light, the One thing, shines forth. The method is what stands out a bit to me reading it today.