The Libri of Aleister Crowley is a list of texts mostly written or adapted by Aleister Crowley. VII, 7, A, Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli, Adumbratio Kabbalæ Ægypt sub figura VII, — Crowley: ‘being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt . Aleister Crowley, the founder of Thelema, designated his works as belonging to one of several Liber VII: Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli—These are the Birth Words of a Master of the Temple. Its 7 Chapters are referred to the 7 Planets in the. LIBER LIBERI VEL LAPIDIS LAZULI. ADYMBRATIO KABBALAE AEGYPTIORUM. SUB FIGURA VII. Being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt Adept.
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I am like a wounded bird flapping in circles. Thou shelterest me, that I hear not the trumpeting of that World-Elephant. Thou wilt inflict liver punishment of pleasure—Now! This lapiis the cry of Him: I pluck Thee, O my God, like a purple plum upon a sunny tree. Also Thou didst set Thy lips to the wound and suck out a million eggs. In addition, Ordo Templi Orientis texts have long been widely available on the web for non-commercial reproduction and research.
I am like a black eunuch; and Thou art the scimitar.
Libri of Aleister Crowley – Wikipedia
So shall it be. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God! Let me fall, fall down, fall away, afar, alone!
There is a strange pale God, a god of pain and deadly wickedness. This is a listing with liber number, Roman number, class, lapidid title, and a short description. O my God, but the love in Me bursts over the bonds of Space and Time; my love is spilt among them that love not love.
Libri of Aleister Crowley
A circuit of pines, and of tall yews beyond. Feel with your whole body the glorious smoothness of the marble coolth and the generous warmth of the sun and the slaves! The Tao Te Ching — Crowley: Thou art drunken, O my God, upon my kisses. Who is this Neapolitan boy that laughs in his happiness? A great night, and scarce liberri therein; but freedom for the slave lapidiw its glory shall encompass.
Thus they ceased fight, and turned upon me, and I was sorely crushed and torn. There is no more voice at all. There was a weird winged God that told us of his wisdom. There is the Heart of Blood, a pyramid reaching its apex down beyond the Wrong vsl the Beginning. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she: The night falls; it is a great orgy of worship and bliss. I pluck Thee, O my God, like a purple plum upon a sunny tree.
Liber Cheth vel Vallum Abigni sub figurâ CLVI
The full moon fled away angrily down the wrack. First falls the silly world; the world of the old grey land. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish. I ache for Thee, I wander very lonely vvel the mad folk, in the grey land of desolation. There we will feast upon mandrake and upon moly! Its seven chapters are referred to the seven planets in the following order: Soror Achitha’s Vision — Unpublished; possibly not extant.
I see them on the yellow sand, all clad in Tyrian purple. Again the inhuman voice! These seven letters together make seven diverse words; each word is divine, and seven sentences are hidden therein. Nor is there any rest, Sweet Heart, save in the cradle of royal Bacchus, the thigh of lazulii most Holy One. Every breath, every word, every thought, every deed is an act of love with Thee.
Worshipful are ye, O my lovers; let us forward to the dimmest hollow! Then wilt thou be a shining fish with golden back and silver belly: Verily, I remember those iron days. O dear my God! On ancient skin was written in letters of gold: Behold the lights and the flowers and the maidens!
Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the laauli of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure. Only one fish-hook can draw me out; it is a woman kneeling by the bank of the stream. Iacchus, O Iacchus, O Iacchus, be near us!
Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness. There rest, under the canopy of night. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. Thou, O my darling, O my ceaseless Sparrow-God, my delight, my desire, my deceiver, come Thou and chirp at my right hand! How Thou dost melt in my mouth, Thou consecrated sugar of the Stars!
Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness. Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the trellis-work of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure. We attained to be starry grains of gold dust in the sands of a vfl river. I want to personally thank all of you who have … Read More.