07/26/17 - (Fire) Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 34-37
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Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 34-37
34. On the threshold stood the fulminant figure of Evil, the Horror of emptiness, with his ghastly eyes like poisonous wells. He stood, and the chamber was corrupt; the air stank. He was an old and gnarled fish more hideous than the shells of Abaddon.
35. He enveloped me with his demon tentacles; yea, the eight fears took hold upon me.
36. But I was anointed with the right sweet oil of the Magister; I slipped from the embrace as a stone from the sling of a boy of the woodlands.
37. I was smooth and hard as ivory; the horror gat no hold. Then at the noise of the wind of Thy coming he was dissolved away, and the abyss of the great void was unfolded before me. -
- The shadow-of-shadows/arch-demon stands on the threshold; it's formulated/perceived as a single creature, the embodiment of all fears.
- Eight paths that lead to and from Tifereth.
- To be anointed with the right sweet oil of the Magister is to be focused-on and opened-for (receiving) only the Highest; no fear can hold onto the heart that burns with Love in this way.
- Smooth and hard as ivory indicates the unity of substance, "made from one piece", the wholesomeness. The fear - guardian of the threshold - is dissolved by mere "noise of the wind" of Adonai's coming!
The abyss of the great void: a border, transition-zone (but different than that of the threshold just passed by); in a deeper sense, this is Nothing that defines/makes possible Something (anything).