Crowley_A-The_vision_and_the_Voice.pdf

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CDXVIII

BEING OF THE

ANGELS OF THE

THIRTY THYRS

THE VISION

AND THE

VOICE

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T HE C RY OF THE T HIRTIETH OR I NMOST A IRE OR THYR

WHICH IS CALLED TEX

I AM in a vast crystal cube in the form of the Great God

Harpocrates. This cube is surrounded by a sphere. About me are

four archangels in black robes, their wings and armour lined out

in white.

In the North is a book on whose back and front are A.M.B.Z.

in Enochian characters.

Within it is written:

I AM, the surrounding of the four.

Lift up your heads, O Houses of Eternity: for my Father

goeth forth to judge the World. One Light, let it become a

thousand, and one sword ten thousand, that no man hide him from

my Father's eye in the Day of Judgment of my God. Let the Gods

hide themselves: let the Angels be troubled and flee away: for the

Eye of My Father is open, and the Book of the ons is fallen.

Arise! Arise! Arise! Let the Light of the Sight of Time be

extinguished: let the Darkness cover all things: for my Father goeth

forth to seek a spouse to replace her who is fallen and defiled.

Seal the book with the seals of the Stars Concealed: for the

Rivers have rushed together and the Name WfWh is broken in a

thousand pieces (against the Cubic Stone).

Tremble ye, O Pillars of the Universe, for Eternity is in

travail of a Terrible Child; she shall bring forth an universe of

Darkness, whence shall leap forth a spark that shall put his father

to flight.

The Obelisks are broken; the stars have rushed together: the

Light hath plunged into the Abyss: the Heavens are mixed with

Hell.

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My Father shall not hear their Noise: His ears are closed:

His eyes are covered with the clouds of Night.

The End! the End! the End: For the Eye of Shiva He hath

opened: the Universe is naked before Him: for the on of Saturn

leaneth toward the Bosom of Death.

The Angel of the East hath a book of red written in letters of

Blue A.B.F.M.A. in Enochian. The Book grows before my eyes

and filleth the Whole Heaven.

Within: ÐIt is Written, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord Thy God.Ñ

I see above the Book a multitude of white-robed Ones from

whom droppeth a great rain of Blood; but above them is a Golden

Sun, having an eye, whence a great Light.

I turned me to the South: and read therein:

Seal up the Book! Speak not that which thou seest and reveal

it unto none: for the ear is not framed that shall hear it: nor the

tongue that can speak it!

O Lord God, blessed, blessed, blessed be Thou for ever!

Thy Shadow is as great Light.

Thy Name is as the Breath of Love across all Worlds.

(A vast Svastika is shewn unto me behind the Angel with the

Book.)

Rend your garments, O ye clouds! Uncover yourselves! for

the Love of My Son!

Who are they that trouble thee?

Who are they that slew thee?

O Light! Come thou, who art joined with me to bruise the

T HE V ISION AND THE V OICE

Dragon's head.

We, who are wedded, and the Earth perceiveth it not!

O that Our Bed were seen of Men, that they might rejoice in

My Fertility: that My Sister might partake of My Great Light.

O Light of God, when wilt thou find the heart of manÏwrite

not! I would not that men know the Sorrow of my Heart, Amen!

I turned me to the West, and the Archangel bore a flaming

Book, on which was written AN in Enochian. Within was drawn

a fiery scorpion, yet cold withal.

Until the Book of the East be opened!

Until the hour sound!

Until the Voice vibrate!

Until it pierce my Depth;

Look not on High!

Look not Beneath!

For thou wilt find a life which is as Death: or a Death which

should be infinite.

For Thou art submitted to the Four: Five thou shalt find, but

Seven is lone and far.

O Lord God, let Thy Spirit hither unto me!

For I am lost in the night of infinite pain: no hope: no God:

no resurrection: no end: I fall: I fear.

O Saviour of the World, bruise Thou my Head with Thy foot

to save the world, that once again I touch Him whom I slew, that

in my death I feel the radiance and the heat of the moving of Thy

Robes!

Let us alone! What have we to do with Thee, Thou Jesus of

Nazareth?

Go! Go!

If I keep silenceÏOr if I speak each word is anguish without

hope.

And I heard the thyr cry aloud ÐReturn! Return! Return!

For the work is ended; and the Book is shut; and let the glory be

to God the Blessed for ever in the ons, Amen.Ñ Thus far is the

voice of TEX and no more.

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