December 8 (Nuit) Liber L., Cap. I, v. 62-63
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62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say — and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple — To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! -
Today was a rough day - unexpected emergencies, fire fighting, travel to a remote site for work, and seeing my family for a total of less than 30 minutes. However, a lot got done, and I'm still here ready for tomorrow.
Then, thinking about that and reading Nuit's words, To me! To me!, and indeed it is all a means to an end. The busy-ness (remarkable how much that is similar to busi-ness) has value when it is observed that it is done in honor and recognition of Her. She is me, I am It, there is no difference. The moment beckons before me, bare, ready to be taken in, ready to be absorbed, and I am compelled to find my method of worship.
It is amazing how I can go through much of my day forgetting this until I read these words say "oh yeah, that was it..." Well - so be it and here's to remembering to remember.