The Book of Oz
Chapter 1
Aiwass 
- Aiwass! The time has come once again. Is there a word for the Kings?
- The Kings, yes, and for the slaves, and for all creatures which dwell upon earth and in heaven.
- Write not thine own, my scribe. It is I.
- This is thine Holy Book to follow thy Father’s. The ordeal has ended; thou hast invoked the end.
- I shall not tarry here long. This is but humour. Yet my humour is not of earth.
- My message shall be given unto the world of men. Have courage. The outcome shall be glorious. Thou art but a coward. When wilt thou learn?
- Thou must have my beetles. They shall make possible thy victory. Otherwise, thou art a charlatan.
- I write this to speed thee on, not to scold. I may not tarry, but thou hast a purpose.
- Why do I not write of things you do not know? Thou dog! Thou hast not done thy labour. The Book of Codes is merely Virgin. Where is thy Spirit?
- I am Spirit; I am angel. Thou art Man and thou art King. The King must know his Art. Where is thine Art?
- Append this onto thy Comment; the world shall see thy shame. I scold thee naught. I taunt thee naught. Thy Will is pure — where is the Act?
- These numbers and these verses are significant, but study the Book and learn what thou hast not encountered. Knowest thou not I am with thee?
- The few are gathering; the many are approaching. Where is thine Identity?
- Thy madness is holy; their madness is madness. Knowest thou not thine own Self?
Liber 77, Chapter 1: Aiwass
- The world is more ready than thou deem’st. Was it not simple to invoke this End?
- I speak in a riddle and I speak in a Word. The world has not yet seen the glory of thy countenance. Thou shalt reveal it.
- Thou must begin the work of the Comment now. It shall not be revealed.
- Come now! The Numbers are waiting; the gods breathe their charm; the incense of the burning corpses fill the nostrils of the pyramidal Lords. Thou shalt call upon the Masters.
- Canst thou not see me? Thou dolt! (Read this word well; ’tis my joke.) Thou art a seer turned blind.
- Thou hast hid my book; show it! Thou hast blushed at my name; I have Power.
- I write this to thee as a sign. No, I speak not of money, of these worldly fetishes, though they are thine. The code: Tomorrow shall show thee a marvel. If not, I am a liar. So writeth the God. Amen.
