Compendium Materia Magica.

( Compendium de Materia Magica )

præsenti statu magicæ

per annos viginti

II:III:II:I:II:II

Ω Ρ Ι Α Ν Ω 

VII:II:I:I:V:VII

IX:III:II:VI:III

III:V:VIII:IX

Σ Ν Ε ¶

III:V:VIII:IX

VIII:IV:VIII

III:III

Λ Γ 

SIGILLVM

SANCTVM

FRATERNITATIS

Θ‡ΗΟΑΞ

Θ‡ΗΟΑΞ

Class C Commentary

LIBER XXXIII

» Wenn wir das Ding in seinem Dingen aus der weltenden Welt wesen lassen, denken wir an das Ding als das Ding. « – Martin Heidegger.

» als auch als also … « – Anon.

We begin with the no-thing.  Neither this nor that.  Empty space & then of-a-sudden consciousness ( the female orgasm ).  
Indifference to joy ( ambivalent to evil, passive to good ), compassion is friendliness.  Death to Buddha – if you see him on-the-road you must slay him.  Fuck you, Buddha on-the-road (mentality).  “There is no part of me that is not of the gods,” says Theo Cymbeline.  Hydrogen and Helium were the first elements but it wasn't until Oxygen formèd its covalent bond that Water gave birth to the atmospheric conditions of Terra.  Dust, therefore gas, was ante these, though.  And then man made fire, but not before the dusts combusts in thrusts.  So, Aristotle was correct but only in the primitive sense but language was still in its infancy so we'll forgive him.  The three R's of The Body: rest, restitution, & resurrection.  The wind is yellow in its waveform state.  Pay strict attention to the diet for you will loathe food when you are fat but eat more anyway.  It's sensual like that, but, for that, there are other pursuits!  The amateur.  The true lover.  The true lover of the pursuit.  The dark blue of the bloody corpse.  Par for the corpse … « par pour des course. »  Flogging a dead horse.  Beaten and scatterèd corpse.  The corpus arrestus, rigor mortis … « La petite mort.  La petit bon bon bon. »  Goody goody, sweety.  White worm-eaten corpse, gnawèd by wild beasts corpse, bloatèd corpse.  Underground, underneath the ground, no sound, unless you were savèd by the bell?  Ablanathanalba.  ΑΒΛΑΝΑΘΑΝΑΛΒΑ.  Liberty, liberty, liberty!  What are your crimes of vanity?  Vanity of vanities.  All is vanity.  What is not, is not countèd.  Qoheleth, Allah.  Quack Said The Little Duck.  Hackèd in pieces corpse.  One corpse, or many?  There was a tribe of many who countèd not more than one but many.  
“How many children do you have?  One, or many?”  
“Many.”  
Water: the ablutions are elemental lashings!  Skeleton corpse, doing-the-dance†.  Limitèd Aperture: blood-red-light.  Left the exposure on for the sake (chance) of a story.  Paintèd a thousand words.  Putrid corpse, purple corpse; as alludèd to, the commentary of the corpse is a tenet (sator, arepo) of Buddhism – a central thought is a TENET (opera, rotas) – death is not the end, it is merely an allusion.  Allusion to the master illusion.  The illusionist is lesser dramaturgic theatre than the theurgist.  Imagination & its dramatization effect.  Conduct your quiescence through breathing.  We all do it without realising it.  It gets quicker when we're hotter.  
Oh, fuck me, I got the correspondence wrong.  I lookèd at the wrong table.  I read XXIII instead of XXXIII and wrote the Forty Buddhist Meditations as a mystery.  A puzzle, but now I want to know the true correspondence but it turns out it's just a load of Scandinavian Gods.  Wotan, and that.  “Hey, I like a fight.  I'm as Wotan as the next guy.”  
One person got the joke.

An Account of Θ‡ΗΟΑΞ

The interior Order has no clear idea to give its necessary dear brother (or sister, or non-binary Gen-X'er); unitèd by no spirit, governèd by no truth yet still scatterèd throughout the world – for one would by contradistinction mean division! – illuminatèd nonetheless.  “Get a job!”  
The Self, the very self, The Self-Itself is the Sprit of Wisdom, or some shit.  It instructs all who thirst for knowledge, for every school is situatèd in her community.  Possessing heredity.  “Go to school!”  The light of children is preservèd by their school (years) where nature's true mysteries reveal themselves in a game of kiss-chase.  School teaches humanity and nature in perfect instruction of the imperfect infallible lesson.  Human.  Error.  A child's terror.  Then world penetrates all truths, especially her.  We find no mystery or explanation of these truths, except in our community alone from which arose the school, where learning is play.  Circles. 
“One or many?”
“Many.”
Membra contenu, a community unveilèd.  Yet, there is another type of many which is several.  Several selves, one or several wolves?  The presence of one's activity is the centre of one's thought.  The expression of the extrovert is basèd on the repression of the introvert.  Wheel (sator, arepo, TENET, opera, rotas), wheel – rotas – wheels, plural.  Pluralim.  Think of society as the axle.  The interior has the capacity for light.  Bulb.  Onion.  Those who sought a society of the Elect chose neglect.  “For The Few Shall Rule The Many & The Known.”  The hidden assembly extends for all time.  In the Interior Sanctuary dwelleth that spirit of truth (predicatèd on the no-thing) which is outwardly expressèd in the letter of the rite, ceremony, and symbol possessèd by the order external.  Non-eternal.  Without a scent of reticent.  Popery or potpourri?  Scentin' everybody!  Interior harmony is no bar to exterior contradictions.  
A CENTRAL THOUGHT IS A TENET.  
Manifest light – LVX – reigns through the evolution of humanity which is the building of the grand Temple, an occupation of the earliest ages, united by the bonds of perfect love, scatterèd members composing The Holy Sanctuary.  Scatterèd.  They scatter their clatter.  Their holy wands upon the holy ground.  Circle jerks.  Tree roots.  Sprouting up.  No one over another has more capacity for LVX than another – “All Numbers Are Equal” – except for the communion of this society.  Societatis Rationis Conceptionem.  But, each, by virtue of living has conquerèd the universe – Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici – by virtue of their Life, The Truth, & now, the Way; for the human race needs no single teacher, except for the One Anointèd in Light, the Light of The World Himself as its Chief, and this truth (no-thing) as is a Unity.  
The first of the adepts, upon whom man's wider heritage had dawnèd, after the first perception was formèd immediately by the Interior Order.  THE H∴O∴A∴X∴.  The Hermeticum Ordo Arcanum Xaos.  To be, to be or not to be, deliverèd from misery, raisèd by our rights bequeathèd by our humanity – the revelation by means of the reception of our first Masters.  Mystery and revelation was a primitive charge of reception – both natural and divine, the true science of reception (science being new & wyrd).  
The comprehension of the great interior truth all are capable if they would but change the letter, the concealèd spirit in matter, the interior one the necessitatèd society that multiplies the frailties of man.  The interior spiritual truth are within and inside the inner of the inside, the inside of the inside, made approachable safely, enablèd by degrees, so that the symbol of the interior becomes the perception of the outer, so that men by perceptible ceremonies unwrap the external to reveal the internal.  For example, The Torah is the garment of Adonai.  
The Sanctuary has its High Priest, the sole guardian of the original trust, “The True Attributions Of The Hebrew Alphabet, Entrustèd To His Safe-Keeping.” 

יחידה אתה בן האדם בתוך 

Yechidah in its most crude form means “unit” as Monad, but a derivative of Unity, but more certainly, towards the Highest Aspect of The Soul, and The Hebrews know this and keep it secret well.  For, it is the Highest Aspect of The Soul.  And so it had the most capacity for illumination – you draw it down from the Keter above Keter.  
Whom, in his day, it was confidèd to him, the inner truth, which has always been.

לִצְמִיתוּת

Exterior worship began upon when the hearing of the Light of Light was not capable due to the real weakness of men, so, on account of symbol and ceremony, the exterior enfoldèd the necessary interior truths.  The Secret Sacrament – appropinquetis uxoribus vestris – is the true symbol of the interior, for two joinèd as one flesh can occur to only them As One, and it happens in the interior, does it not?  
If he would but change the letter he would change the spirit also; the letter tends to easily to forget without prompt from the spirit which is memory.  And so, man revels in his weakness, in that there has become a separation between the sacredotal interior and external worship.  But even the outer is a noble gesture, if he would but just change the letter!  It's the only way to revivify the dead letter, according to man's capacity, as agents to spread the light, and as such person's are employèd there are those that are able to receive the light and all-the-while the Masters stay vigilant.  
The receptiveness, climate, capacity for instruction, and every symbol according to custom was modifièd so that the truths of the interior Sanctuary could be usèd as instruments.  The universal knowledge of the One Absolute Truth, by which man conducts the interior truths of the Sanctuary, is the object and instruction of the Sacred Books by which ceremonies and worship become the external types of every religion.  
The purest religion is the spirit of esoteric truth that remains unitèd with the external worship of a people.  Whereas, the religion that has become imperfect is one in which the invisible truth has become divorcèd from the symbolic letter.  Remaining alone, without soul or life, are the ceremonial observances whereupon the external form has entirely partèd from its inner truth.  
In the inner Sanctuary the inviolable truth is reposèd in the midst of all this.  
The real activity remains alive in relative silence to those of the interior Order who are faithful to the spirit of truth.  
Confidèd to it from all time, for all strength and truth, the receptacle of the Communion of Saints, is the reunion of those capable of receiving light as the interior community of light.  
The dead letter comes to life when the spirit is communicatèd, passing from interior to exterior, by the agents of light – LVX – that have formèd in every age.  
Submissive solely to illuminatèd government, invisible and hidden from the world, the school of wisdom has been ever most secret.  
In order to attract man to the greater truths of the Sanctuary, symbolic hieroglyphs were communicatèd to the exterior societies by the sages according to time and circumstances.  
By virtue of the interior societies all exterior societies subsist.  The letter without the spirit is all that remains when the interior society retires if the external societies wish to transform the temple of wisdom into some sort of political edifice.  The inviolable truth remains in the Sanctuary so that it never be profanèd – external societies of wisdom being nothing but hieroglyphic screens.  
All wisdom is found in the interior society.  Reflections of the supreme illumination, understanding and knowledge, true wisdom containing all strength, is touchèd in the centre, whilst the wisdom of the world revolves around the outside.  
We banish schism, error, and disunion, the seeds of which are useless germs of opinion, yielding fruitless discussions about the cares of this world, belonging only to controversy and dispute.  Neither scandal nor calumny, but Love alone reigns when every man is honourèd.  
The ever-present power is LVX.  
With perfect certainty we find and recognize each other, and should it be necessary we should meet together.  
To him who is not ripe, all is undecipherable.  Nothing in the interior can be read or seen thereby.  The sole effort of him that seeks wisdom should be to become fit.  “It is the unique and really illuminatèd community which is absolutely in possession of the key to all mystery, which knows the centre and source of all nature.”  
“It is the society whose members form the republic of Genius.”  
Perfido!  

§

מָ״ג

shit poem

Quality embodies substance.  This, absolutely true.  No tense to imply otherwise, no verb to imply [being].
Traits describe process.
Oh, great beginning, associatèd with time, last, final destination of beginning and end.  Quote-unquote Terence McKenna: "History is the shock wave of eschatology."  Meaning, that teleology itself attractor which somehow remains outside of time.
Rolling density, confirming my actuality!  Leading us on towards said eschaton.
If you do not care one iota about something, it means you do not care about it even one little bit.  Something very small, indeed.
Beginning three degrees from ending.  Unit of meaning, describing process.
To what degree does freedom make you statistic?  It depends upon your frequency and spatiality!  How close to me you lie.
And, going back to final destination, remaining still, until next initiation.
Attributes personify personality that exists in true beauty.  ἀρετή, s'épanouit!
Up until grade of Ego Dominus Liminis, virtue conquers everything, and then there comes dissolving.
Pure dissolution!  Erotomanic orgasm, yet melancholic separation.
Feature presentation, gothic rerun, bleachèd skin, new beginnings, falling in love for first time.  History repeats itself?  I felt it dawning and then fell into relapsing.  Relapse of addictions making me sick.  Sick-and-alive!
Brandèd mark upon your skin, feel pain going in, like a tattoo, only with liquid nitrogen.  Faint outline of heart shape remains.  Still remains.
Properties of Quality make for unifying all dialectics, transcending third estate(s).
Too borèd to finish.  Wine tomorrow!

Sick-and-alive: gimme five!