October 6 (Sol) Liber VII, Cap. IV, v. 35-43
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**35. Thou wast like a winged white horse, and I raced Thee through eternity against the Lord of the Gods.
36. So still we race!
37. Thou wast like a flake of snow falling in the pine-clad woods.
38. In a moment Thou wast lost in a wilderness of the like and the unlike.
39. But I beheld the beautiful God at the back of the blizzard — and Thou wast He!
40. Also I read in a great Book.
41. On ancient skin was written in letters of gold: Verbum fit Verbum.
42. Also Vitriol and the hierophant's name V.V.V.V.V.
43. All this wheeled in fire, in star-fire, rare and far and utterly lonely — even as Thou and I, O desolate soul my God!
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Fantastic images are laid out and the seeming endless game that reality appears to be played on. We race, we do, we go. All around us are circumstances and a storm of thoughts. However, in the silence, beyond the blizzard the I that is most Me is there. Concentration and perseverance are the themes that play out the most solidly here.
Verbum means “Word” and may have some color to its meaning which indicates action. I haven’t found a word “fit” in the latin dictionaries I’ve looked up. Google translate renders it “becomes”. I’m tempted to regard Verbum as the “Word” that issues from the Supernals – the current of force that is spread into the rest of the tree from Chokmah. It is written in gold denoting its refinement and is encoded with the scribe’s aspiration, a name he later identified more with himself, V.V.V.V.V. Through these images and hints “Thou and I” remain utterly lonely. The imagery here is leading down a pathway of thoughts and suggestion and it may be that it adds to the storm. The single snow flake that is Adonai still slowly falls behind the blizzard to be found and adored.