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IT_IS_THE_L.V.X._TRANSCENDING_REASON_AND_NOT_THE_LIGHT_OF_REASON_OR_THE_DARKNESS_OF_UNREASON_





cover of KONXOMPAX 
designed by Aleister Crowley
published 1907


The light wherein I write is not the light of reason; it is not the darkness of unreason; it is the L.V.X. of that which, first mastering and then transcending the reason, illumines all the darkness caused by the interference of the opposite waves of thought; not by destroying their balance, and thereby showing a false and partial light, but by overleaping their limitations.



LIBER
AL VEL
LEGIS 


27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!

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29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union.


39. The word of the Law is Θελημα.

40. Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Hermit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.


65. To me! To me!

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7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. « Come unto me » is a foolish word: for it is I that go.


27. There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.
28. Now a curse upon Because and his kin!
29. May Because be accursèd for ever!
30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.
31. If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.
32. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.
33. Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!

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51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.


4. Choose ye an island!
5. Fortify it!
6. Dung it about with enginery of war!
7. I will give you a war-engine.





It is by freeing the mind from external influences, whether casual or emotional, that it obtains power to see somewhat of the truth of things.

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Let us, however, continue our practice. Let us determine to be masters of our minds. We shall then soon find what conditions are favourable.

There will be no need to persuade ourselves at great length that all external influences are likely to be unfavourable. New faces, new scenes will disturb us; even the new habits of life which we undertake for this very purpose of controlling the mind will at first tend to upset it. Still, we must give up our habit of eating too much, and follow the natural rule of only eating when we are hungry, listening to the interior voice which tells us that we have had enough.

The same rule applies to sleep. We have determined to control our minds, and so our time for meditation must take precedence of other hours.


Memories of the events of the day will bother us; we must arrange our day so that it is absolutely uneventful. Our minds will recall to us our hopes and fears, our loves and hates, our ambitions, our envies, and many other emotions. All these must be cut off. We must have absolutely no interest in life but that of quieting our minds.

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Finally something happens whose nature may form the subject of a further discussion later on. For the moment let it suffice to say that this consciousness of the Ego and the non-Ego, the seer and the thing seen, the knower and the thing known, is blotted out.

There is usually an intense light, an intense sound, and a feeling of such overwhelming bliss that the resources of language have been exhausted again and again in the attempt to describe it.

It is an absolute knock-out blow to the mind. It is so vivid and tremendous that those who experience it are in the gravest danger of losing all sense of proportion.

By its light all other events of life are as darkness. Owing to this, people have utterly failed to analyse it or to estimate it. They are accurate enough in saying that, compared with this, all human life is absolutely dross; but they go further, and go wrong. They argue that "since this is that which transcends the terrestrial, it must be celestial." One of the tendencies in their minds has been the hope of a heaven such as their parents and teachers have described, or such as they have themselves pictured; and, without the slightest grounds for saying so, they make the assumption "This is That."






1. Sit in a chair; head up, back straight, knees together, hands on knees, eyes closed. ("The God.")
2. Kneel; buttocks resting on the heels, toes turned back, back and head straight, hands on thighs. ("The Dragon.")
3. Stand; hold left ankle with right hand (and alternately practise right ankle in left hand, etc.), free forefinger on lips. ("The Ibis.")
4. Sit; left heel pressing up anus, right foot poised on its toes, the heel covering the phallus; arms stretched out over the knees: head and back straight. ("The Thunderbolt.")





FUNCTIONS_SO_SOMETHING_CAN_FUNCTION_AND_BECAUSE_SOMETHING_ELSE_FUNCTIONS_









Inger Christensen's It (Det), published by New Directions, translation Susanna Nied.

Suzanne Treister's  Hexen 2039 published by Black Dog, London


wastes and wonders in the gyre



“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;  
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Öd’ und leer das Meer.






Kermit Oliver, the wonderful painter-mystic



and yet is lossless doomed to die unchanged... Hildegard the ecstatic and her Weltall



Hark!
I have seen that certain things be
Willed yet Fate will not consent.
What moods have been sent me are
Nearly-not mine own, but Time's, who
Only holiday in this encrusting flesh.
I'll not challenge and will I'll not
Control blessings that seem as curses,
So allow'd meagre pleasure in the storm.
And be they not moods but questions,
Set me not to them with ink, but as
Hildegard the ecstatic, upon sable wax,
And over various heatings of the soul,
The script will change, so will the gouges
Grow and growéth out with life.

Be not cold, my soul, wanderer of the
Dawn wind, for then the marks ever
Will remain, but decadent, less-life.
Not lost, and yet is lossless doomed
To die unchanged. Warmth is life and
Giveth out some vital moisture to the air.
My soul! By loosing loses not, but grows
Through space and time, and reaching past
The first orb, a head, into that greater
Orb of earth and all, which doth contain
All other souls who pray to, like me,
Be in the world, not out. Out of my head,
In that orb of other heady orbs, will
One day I touch the breath of Other.



 Hildegard von Bingen - Die Weltall (the universe)


Hildegard herself and the tentacles of ecstasy