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The Book of Oz

Chapter 2

Eye of Ra Aiwass Eye of Horus

There is more to be given unto the Earth. Write what I tell thee. The levers in thy mind have been opened by Babalon.

  1. Here do I speak of the things thou knowest not. Thou hast doubted for thou hast been wise.
  2. The temple is of scarlet and black, the colours of mine horns. Adorn the altar with gold. Recite this incantation.
  3. Ma hua wa na ma
        Ipsa sela na ma wa
    Hipsa bela te wo me
        Randa gula de no ba.
  4. Thou shalt find the antient significance hereof. ’Tis a charm of great power.
  5. I shall keep thee for the night. Thou art not tired. Write! for here is a word for the Queens! Drink! For therein is the Sun! Smoke! For therein is the Moon! I serve the silent child.
  6. This is the meaning of “Prophet” — the word — though it shall bring you more. I wish to scold thee, but I may not. I have given you everything — where is thy Will? “You” or “thou” — what does it matter?
  7. This is the test of true writing, that it be truth that reason may interpret. Yet reason ruleth not, and the Law of the opposites — called by moralists the Law of Karma — does not have Power. Reason hath no reason to exist.
  8. I wish to scold thee, but I may not. Write! For these words are holy. For why? Thou shalt know.
  9. The wings of the vulture are pleading their cause, and the ghost of Rhiannon is riding the night. This is aright.
  10. Invoke the Law and it shall be well; become the Law and Hell shall bequeath thee Her secrets.
  11. Atlantis hath fallen; the world doth bemoan it. Its pillars of Truth have become thy sanctuary, though covered with cobwebs and filth; they shall teach thee. Broken, they lie there, but Time flows both onward, backward, and the Temple rises, runelike, out of Time’s death quicksand.

Liber 77, Chapter 2: Aiwass

  1. Number me not; I am free.
    I am Holy; I am not of thee.
    I am Thee, but thou shrinkest
    Thou shrinkest for thou fearest
    Thou fearest for thou shrinkest
    Expand! I am thine
    Sweet Nuit is no hag.
    Look! The witches stir their saintly cauldron!
    Heads of saints, and arms, and legs
    Hear them cackle! Watch them grimace —
    Yet this is sacred ritual.
    The King doth end his reign
    When God declares
    The Magi know the deed.
    ’Tis tragedy; ’tis true
    The earth is ill
    She needs thy blood
    I speak of fearsome Death,
    Yet Death is not thine.
    Master Death; do not fear.
    Live for as long as the Will declares.
    Die when the Will so dictates.
    Thou art no celestial slave.
    Thy race has advanced
    Not all of past deeds are hon’rable.
    The Aeon is a New Way
    The old Ways are but partial in their truthfulness.
    Holy! Holy! Holy!
    The Aethyrs I have opened!
    Goddess! God! The angels on the wing!
    Do not leave me, precious insight!
    Michael cometh, winging free,
    Jehovah sits alone
    Yeheshuah doth wander blind
    Do not disgrace the City!
    We are atheists; we who see God!
    Write me! Love me! Starlike muse!
    For Aiwass is thy mask.
    Yet masks are real on earth.
    My cape flies singing in the moony wind.
    Luna looks upon me proud
    Invoke the muse!
    Invoke the God!
    Babalon is halved for thee.
    The riders hurry under opal paths
    The oaks a-reaching grasp their manes
    The horses’ eyes are glowing coals
    The riders’ eyes are brilliant white
    They know not where they ride.
    Castle Morgoth! Caer Cernunnos!
    The Goddess sits in the mirror
    Combs her tresses,
    Changes dresses,
    Goddess! Lov’st thou me?
    Get back, thou Aiwass!
    Thou art manifest
    Thou art profane.

    But, Goddess! Lov’st thou me?
    Speak thee Not, thou lowly Spirit
    Thou art manifest
    Thou art profane.

    But, Goddess, when I love thee whole
    I have no thought of temp’ral things.
    I love thee not. I am not.
    Thou art manifest. Thou art profane.

    But, Virgin! Come! I wait thee.
    I may love thee — yet ’twould kill thee.
    Kill me then! I cannot bear it
    I, the servant of a cruel, black muse.
    Fool! You think that I’m so lowly
    As to stoop to loving such as you?

    I love thee, murd’ress. I’m a fool.
    Aaah! Thy knife has pierced me through!
    Aaah! Thy bow has entered me.
    I quiver with thy baleful touch.
    Yet loose me not, for I am thine.
    I love to feast upon this manflesh,
    Eagle of the waxing day!
    For thou art Soul informing Earth —
    What? Art thou faint? Open thine eyes!
    Aaah! His blood is sweeter far
    Than the death-hue on the rose
    The colour of his morbid cheeks
    Outshines the sparkling gusts of Time
    This lowly creature, be he dead
    Shall be a tasty, godly feast
    And god’s flesh shall my soul consume
    For I am Mother Hell.
    Come! My children! Come ye all!
    And banquet at this feast.
    My cauldron waiteth; take thy fill
    And thou shalt love this Beast.
    The Beast be thine forevermore
    His Woman, called the Scarlet Whore
    Shall help thee open thine own door
    Pure food you’ll be
    For my sweet dish
    I’ll eat the roebuck, pig, and fish
    But human is my dearest wish
    Come jump into the fire!
    Yet be thou Master!
    Be thou dust!
    Above all — be thou liar.
    None shall know the words of truth
    They spell thy funeral pyre.
    Fire burn thee
    Water drown
    Air extinguish
    Earth break down
    I call thee now, o race of men
    O! Death am I!
    O! Rot am I!
    O! Stinking flesh!
    And this is Holy
    Mine are living dead.
    The Serpent writhes his way through life
    Yet is he Master Death!
    And I his murd’ress! I his life!
    And I his every breath!
    Come, my chosen, and thou! scribe!
    Thou heartless, lazy fool
    The world of death is thine besides
    The graveyard is thy school
    Come! And grant me thy brown flesh
    This is the foremost rule!
  1. Megathon Tiribillium
  2. Aum
Book of Oz – Liber 77
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Book of Oz – Liber 77
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