THE HEART OF THE MASTER By Aleister Crowley
THE HEART OF THE MASTER
By Aleister Crowley
Ordo Templi Orientis
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Berkeley, CA 94702
(C) COPYRIGHT O.T.O.
June 21, 1985 e.v.
Sun in Cancer
Moon in Leo
AN 81 e.n.
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THE HEART OF THE MASTER
By Khaled Khan (Aleister Crowley)
I.
THE VISION
Penumbra.
I am one of a concourse. All, or nigh all, seem fallen into
heaviness, not from exhaustion of labour, but from lethargy. The
plain is vast beyond eye to mark it's bounds, even were not all
dark with blight of fog and thick with marish damp. A few of us
are half awake, gaze dumbly on the East. No light responds.
Alas for me who am too much alive with the horrible and
hopeless ache for sleep of one half-drugged! Dazed, stupified - I
know not who I am - I know not whence I came - I know not whither
I go. Vaguely I say within my dull heart: I must not sleep
because I am a soldier. But of what captain, in what war? I
cannot guess. There is but a dim shape as of some disaster long,
oh! very long ago - the dusty memory of some leader who failed,
some plan that broke its spine - I am sure of this: that all
discipline is done, all courage quashed, all purpose perished.
Behind me - strange! - the gloom is less obscure than in the
East to which the eyes yearn feebly. Do I feel it by instinct -
the form of a vast pyramidal hill of stark black rock? I am too
weary to turn my head to look.
All of a sudden, far behind me, far beyond that crest, if it
be one, rings out a voice, clear, firm, courageous, confident. It
is a soldier's voice, the accent of command, the valour of
manhood. None can mistake - I am assured - that ringing
call. Truth, Victory, in each trumpet tone: Listen!
VOX.
The captain cries: "Behold, the Star in the West!" Instant
on that comes silence. But among us the sudden stirring warns me
that not all were sleeping; that there were watchers like myself,
men more intent than I.
I hear a murmur on my left. I catch three words: "The Zero
Hour." They call me back to myself: I know now that I am one of a
great army - an army baffled and broken, but yet in being.
Sharp comes a whisper of swift absolute authority: "Zero is
Two."
Somehow I am aware - like a man stricken of lightning, in
the same moment slain and initiated - that the strange phrase
declares a final Mystery of Truth, the Word of the Plan of
Battle, the Key of the Campaign. But in my mind its meaning is
most utter darkness.
Again the solemn stillness. Few were they who had heard the
voice of the young captain: for the sleep of all but the youngest
and strongest was the sleep of death. Even of these the fate was
ill indeed; for their minds had been distraught by the bitterness
of their hearts. So, when they noted the Voice, they mocked. I
heard:
"A Star in the West. What folly!"
or:
"That is no voice of any leader of ours."
or:
"Star in the West? Beware: that is the Star called
Wormwood."
Then, presently, from the blind land behind the mountain,
comes one heavy groan, then the sound of a fall, made vile by a
titter of malignant tinkling laughter.
There follow ghoulish wailings.
The mystery, the evil darkness of these incoherent cries,
sets my teeth on edge with horror. And yet I cannot give up the
hope which thrilled me at the Voice. But so keen, so desolate, so
deadly, is the pain of my spirit that blank darkness overwhelms
me altogether.
UMBRA.
Within the Vision is a dream - I struggle in my sleep in a
morass of blood and mud. Howlings more bestial than hell's:
stench at whose touch, solid as putrid flesh itself, I retch with
the pangs of death; most frantic madness: phantoms of crime, ice-
cold, ghosts made of murder - the nightmare seems interminable -
no, it exhausts itself, sick with its own foulness, and sinks
into a stolid stupor.
PHANTASMA.
I waken from the horror. Every nerve is numb, every muscle
frozen, every bone one ache, my blood throbbing with poison.
But the shambles is now dimly to be seen.
What? Can the Voice have spoken Truth after all? Is then
that Star a Sun, whose light is at last piercing the foul mists
of massacre, whose heat is forcing the congealed miasma to steam
skyward in those murky bands of dim grey cloud?
Hark! Yes, the few that are still alive have seen what
rouses them to lift their crippled arms, to stare with blear
bloodshot eyes, to jabber with broken jaw-bones and torn tongues.
"For Christ's sake," screams an emasculate rag of flesh,
"don't look at that damned Star!"
"We're lost," another squeals.
"The Beast!" yells a third: maniac.
I too am appalled not a little. For on the moving fumes
crawl monstrous and hideous shapes - frightful forms, detestable
gestures. All past belief for loathsomeness: filling my mortal
spirit with delirious fear. Beholding them, the wounded writhe in
deadly anguish. Some crazily catch up the filth in which they are
already half sunk to throw it at the spectre, therby only to
smear themselves more thickly in the face.
Their impotent malice so exceeds itself that I am moved for
a moment to laugh. At that, as at the Master-spell of a great
sage, the charm is snapped: I soar into sanity.
I must be simple indeed! How did I fail for a moment to
understand that Broken-Spectres must be shadows cast by some
Star, a Sun, upon sun-lifted vapours - that all these diverse
shapes of madness are but distortions of one form upon the
mountain-crest, a solitary shadow - the shadow of a Man!
LUX
I stood erect. I found myself unhurt. I turned. I lifted up
mine eyes. Behold! The Hill!
The apex of the colossal Pyramid is crowned by a stern
silent figure, cut in sharp silhouette against the Orb of the
Sun. I cried aloud: Hail unto Thee, O Star that art the Sun,
Star that mountest the Height of the Heavens!
But my heart answered me, mysteriously, yet so that it
availed me to understand it; "He riseth not nor sets! He goeth
shining on His way, and before Him the Earth reeleth in the
rhythm of her Bacchanal dance!"
Then knew I also this: all these poor dead men that lay
about me had been slain by their own fear, their fault of faith
in deeming that the Sun - or any Star - could die.
And now I, who had only felt the fear of that figure, feel
the fascination.
I understand that He - whoever, whatever He may be - is He
for whom we all so long had waited.
As I fix my eyes upon it, I become aware that its blackness
against the light of the Star is only relative; and as I gain
confidence in my sight, that darkness goes. The figure is a prism
of pure crystal - it is the distortion and interference with the
Light it transmits which caused those phantoms of terror to dance
their Witches' Sabbath on the moving miasma.
And now I am drawn swiftly up by some invisible force;
sucked by some vortex towards the Hill
And now I face Him as He stands above me.
HOMO
His head is slightly bowed as if he brooded some delight. He
wears a helm of ruddy gold, radiant with the light of the Star.
In the midst of his brows is a black diamond in a circlet of ruby
and emerald, set in pure mother-of-pearl, so that it seems the
eye of some unknown, some unknowable God. This eye has no lid.
But his two human eyes are still half-closed, as if in
worship or in wonder of rapture.
His arms are folded on his breast: upon his corslet is the
golden image of the Sun. In his right hand is a rod of amber,
crowned with a ruby; in his left an amethyst lotus with a
sapphire corolla.
Lo! from his eyes flow tears of mingled sorrow and joy, of
joy that burns up sorrow, and with these tears he smites the
barren rock beneath his feet. It melts like wax at the touch;
roses spring up and twine about his limbs.
Around him are four living creatures, begotten of his will,
so that the mountain might glow with the life that flows through
him.
There is a tawny Lion, from whose mouth drops honey.
He roars aloud, and the word thereof is this: The Wrath of
the Master is the Energy of Love.
There is a buffalo Cow, grey-blue, whose udders overflow
with milk, and her lowing means: The Work of the Master is the
Nourishment of Life.
There is a Babe, that with his tiny hands presses out blood
from his own breast, and smileth: The Way of the Master is the
Innocence of Liberty.
Also, a Golden Eagle, bearing a Chalice of Wine, crying
aloud: The Woe of the Master is the Rapture of Light.
Last in their midst, above His head, there whirls a wheel of
many-coloured radiance, so that thereby all deeds are harmonized
in one. And the whirring of the wheel declares: The Wisdom of the
Master is the Justice of Time. Attend to the Will of the Master!
At this there cometh forth from the heart of the Wheel a
Serpent with the head of a Sphinx, and toucheth the mouth of the
Master, so that His voice breaks into Song:
The Word of the law is Thelema (greek letters).
Then is all Heaven aflame with a great blast of trumpets;
and the world is alight with one flash that sundereth every
spirit that liveth, branding this Sign upon them:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
AVES.
Now the whole air is thrilled by the voices of birds: A
Swan, a Phoenix, a Raven, a Hawk, a Pelican, a Dove, an Ibis and
a Vulture: in his turn each one sang praises, even as it was
given unto him to understand one part of the Spirit of the
Master.
THE VOICE OF THE SWAN.
AUMGN: through the Bornless, through the Eternal, the
Thought of the Master goeth, afloat in the Aethyr.
THE VOICE OF THE PHOENIX.
AL: not to be burned, not to be quenched, the Soul of the
Master bathes in the Fire of Nature, and is refreshed.
THE VOICE OF THE RAVEN.
AMEN: The Past and the Future are parts of the Present, in
the Eye of the Master, that seeth the Secret of Secrets and
knoweth them all to be One.
THE VOICE OF THE EAGLE.
SU: The Heavens are poised on the Plumes of the Righteous,
that wingeth among them, beholding the Sun; thus know ye the
Mercy and Joy of the Master!
THE VOICE OF THE HAWK.
AGLA: by Thine Energy riseth all Motion of Will of the
Master, begetter, destroyer!
THE VOICE OF THE PELICAN.
IAO: all that liveth is blood of the Heart of the Master:
all stars are at Feast on that Pasture, abiding in Light.
THE VOICE OF THE DOVE.
HRILIU: there is nothing too small, or too great, or too
low, or too high; but all things are joined into Joy by the Love
of the Master.
THE VOICE OF THE IBIS.
ABRAHADABRA: all Ways are alike, being endless, eternally
coiling in Curves of ineffable wonder; each Star has its course,
by the manifold musings that move in the Mind of the Master.
THE VOICE OF THE VULTURE.
MU: unmated, immaculate, consecrate, virgin, all things are
begotten of the Breath of the Master, and born of the Infinite
Space wherein doth He give them their Form - and abideth in
Silence.
Now all is as it were a Passion of great Peace; and in the
Stillness I lift up my Soul like an offering and cry in mine
Heart: Let me dwell at the feet of the Master!
But the Silence swallows up those vain words; and they are
smitten through with the fire of His blood, that transforms them
to these:
"At His feet is only the Earth, and that He breaks up into
flowers; but all things that live are assumed to the Heart of the
Master."
With that I cease to be myself at all: I am absorbed into
His adorable essence, and my life is equally shed throughout the
endless Aeons of Creation.
Ay! - there is nothing separate any more at all; wherefore
the Vision faileth, the Seer being one with the Seen.
II.
THE VOICE.
It is not given to flesh and blood, till they be seven times
purged, purged through and through, to dwell in the sanctuary of
the Heart of the Master.
My fervour is exhausted; my faith fails; I fall from the
rapture of passion that pours through the abyss of space.
All things feel It; all things live by It; yet nothing that
knows itself knows It as It is.
So now I, burning up, yet not burnt through, in the glory of
that Light, vibrating to, yet not vibrating altogether with, the
vigour of that Pulse, am just so far attuned to the Heart of the
Master that was pure Rapture in that sublime moment of union is
translated into what seems a solemn music - born very far through
the still air - a Voice declaring the Secret of the Sanctuary to
every ear in just such measure as that ear is able to receive it.
THE TEN SECRET JOYS OF THE MASTER.
At first the music is as if muffled, a murmur of the wind
behind impenetrable veils.
000. NOTHING ONLY EXISTS, AND IS ALL THINGS.
After a pause of deeply-rooted Silence:
00. THERE IS NO LIMIT.
Silence again, as if the very bowels of Nature were thrilled
with stillness:
0. THE SUM OF ALL IS BOUNDLESS LIGHT.
Now there is suddenly a gathering together of the essence of
Silence; it is as focussed at a Point:
1. THOU ARE THAT WHICH THOU CHOOSEST TO THINK THYSELF,
IMMUNE TO ALL, FOR IT IS NOTHING BUT A POINT OF VIEW.
Now there bursts forth a Wave of Light, and there rolls
forth in majesty of Thunder:
2. THY NAME, WHICH IS THY WORD, IS THE SUBSTANCE OF THY
WILL, WHOSE MODE OF ACTION CONSTITUTES EXISTENCE. CHANCE.
The Music swiftly sinks to a low brooding rapture, solemn
and slow:
3. THAT WHICH THOU CREATEST IS THINE UNDERSTANDING OF THY
LOVE.
Then comes a sudden shaking and confusion, as if the harmony
were broken up into innumerable fragments; clashing together, nor
is there any speech articulate; until a fearful blast peals
forth, a trumpeting of Majesty. But within the blare of the
tempest sounds a Voice steady and stern, yet full of peace and
kindliness
4. THE NECCESSITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE MEASURE OF THY
RIGHTEOUSNESS.
Now follows martial music, wild and full of the rushing of
Fire:
5. THE MOVEMENT OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE FULFILMENT OF THINE
ENERGY.
And this is blended with the echo of all former voices and
their music, so that the whole Abyss is filled with their
orchestration to one Symphony.
6. THE ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE EXPRESSION OF THY
RAPTURE OF BEAUTY.
This fades away into a deep and tender tune, like
nightingales beside a waterfall; and the voice comes twittering:
7. THE SENSIBILITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE TRIUMPH OF THINE
IMAGINATION.
Quick thrills inform the air, the perpetual quire of myriads
of young boys and girls:
8. THE MUTABILITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE SPLENDOUR OF THINE
INGENUITY.
And now again all sound is gathered into one, an endless
monotone of power impregnable, like the trumpeting of an elephant
in Spring:
9. THE STABILITY OF THE UNIVERSE IS CHANGE, THE ASSURANCE OF
THY TRUTH.
Then, last of all, the soul of Music takes the shape of a
pure Maiden's voice, and she sings:
10. THE PERFECTION OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE REALIZATION OF THE
IDEAL OF THY PASSION.
Lo, in the Silence following is my spirit so enlightened at
its apprehension of these Secret Joys of the Master, that I was
once more lost to myself and lived again for a little while in
Him.
THE TWO AND TWENTY SECRET INSTRUCTIONS OF THE MASTER.
Now that I am come to myself, I yearn in ageless sorrow for
that which I am so little able to attain. I bleed inwardly, so
that my passion traces in my flesh the words of the cry that I
cannot utter aloud, the call of the Soul to the Soul of the
Master, to be made one with Him.
To answer that, He sendeth forth His Will, that, casting
shadows on the clouds of Life, may be half read by him whose eyes
are lightened enough by the manhood of his love.
Thus then do I learn how best to make myself fit to fulfil
my Life, in the Life of the Master, and offer my blood to His
Heart.
0.
Know Naught!
All ways are lawful to Innocence.
Pure folly is the Key to Initiation.
Silence breaks into Rapture.
Be neither man nor woman, but both in one.
Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to
bear the Lance and Graal!
Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter
awaits thee.
I.
The True Self is the meaning of the True Will: know Thyself
through Thy Way!
Calculate well the Formula of Thy Way!
Create freely; absorb joyously; divide intently; consolidate
completely.
Work thou, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent, in and for
Eternity.
II.
Purity is to live only to the Highest; and the Highest is
All: be thou as Artemis to Pan!
Read thou in the "Book of the Law", and break through the
veil of the Virgin!
III.
This is the Harmony of the Universe, that Love unites the
Will to create with the Understanding of that Creation:
understand thou thine own Will!
Love and let love! Rejoice in every shape of love, and get
thy rapture and thy nourishment thereof!
IV.
Pour water on thyself: thus shalt thou be a Fountain to the
Universe.
Find thou thyself in every Star!
Achieve thou every possibility!
V.
Offer thyself Virgin to the Knowledge and Conversation of
thine Holy Guardian Angel!
All else is a snare.
Be thou athlete with the eight limbs of Yoga; for without
these thou are not disciplined for any fight.
VI.
The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine
own Soul! hear thou it!
Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of
Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence!
VII.
The issue of the Vulture, Two-in-One, conveyed; this is the
chariot of Power.
TRINC: The last oracle!
VIII.
Balance against each thought its exact opposite!
For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Illusion.
IX.
Wander alone; bearing the Light and thy Staff!
And be the Light so bright that no man seeth thee!
Be not moved by aught without or within: keep Silence in all
ways!
X.
Follow thy Fortune, careless where it lead thee!
The axle moveth not: attain thou that!
XI.
Mitigate Energy with Love; but let Love devour all things.
Worship the name _______*, foursquare, mystic, wonderful,
and the name of His House 418. (This Name to be communicated to
those worthy of that Initiation.)
XII.
Let not the waters wheron thou journeyest wet thee! And,
being come to shore, plant thou the Vine and rejoice without
shame.
XIII.
The Universe is Change: every Change is the effect of an Act
of Love; all Acts of Love contain Pure Joy. Die daily!
Death is the apex of one curve of the snake Life: behold all
opposites as necessary complements, and rejoice!
XIV
Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and
lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase?
Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing
each to its true token of Perfection!
Dissolve the Pearl in the Wine-cup: drink, and make manifest
the Virtue of that Pearl!
XV
With thy right Eye create all for thyself, and with the left
accept all that be created otherwise!
XVI
Break down the fortress of thine Individual Self, that thy
Truth may spring free from the ruins!
XVII
Use all thine energy to rule thy thought: burn up thy
thought as the Phoenix!
XVIII
Let the Illusion of the World pass over thee, unheeded, as
thou goest from the Midnight to the Morning!
XIX
Give forth thy light to all without doubt: the clouds and
shadows are no matter for thee.
Make Speech and Silence, Energy and Stillness, twin forms of
thy play!
XX
Be every Act an Act of Love and Worship!
Be every Act the Fiat of a God!
Be every Act a Source of radiant Glory!
XXI
Treat time and all conditions of Event as Servants of thy
Will, appointed to present the Universe to thee in the form of
thy Plan.
And: blessing and worship to the prophet of the lovely Star!
The shadows suddenly faded as the clouds vanished from the
sky; and there is no more writing on the Heavens, for that which
was written was graven upon mine Heart.
THE FOUR VIRTUES OF THE HEART OF THE MASTER.
LIGHT is throned in the Heart of the Master, so that he
thinks no evil. For in that Light all is Truth.
Falsehood is but a function of the conditions of Time and
Space, and the idea of evil comes only from perceiving the
oppositions which are transcended by Truth. So each thing that is
hath its root in Necessity; were the least of these lost, the
whole Work should be marred.
LIFE wells in the Heart of the Master; Death is but the
Systole of that marvelous pulse.
Faint are the phantoms of Illusion; these, seized on by that
vivid stream, thrill and throb with the glow of his reality; he
leaves no possible form inane or inert; in him do all partake the
sacrament of birth to Truth.
LIBERTY leaps in the Heart of the Master; for every man and
every woman is a star. Each follows, free and joyful, its own
Will; for every Will alike has its essential function in the
rhythm of the Heart of the Master. No star can stray from its
self-chosen course: for in the infinite soul of space all ways
are endless, all-embracing: perfect.
LOVE burns in the Heart of the Master: he, seeing only God
in every thing, with the white flame of worship purges it of all
its fancied imperfection. His boundless adoration kindles space
itself, leaving no void that is not compassed by his passion.
By virtue of his LAW he floods each thought with love, and
marries it in turn to every other thought; and of each bridal
night the fruits are twin, the Rapture of Silence, and some new
World unguessed of Phantasy; of these behold one grim and one
grotesque, this lyric and that lordly, the grievous and the
gracious equal in His sight, for they know neither limit nor let
in the infinite variety of their Beauty, making new Harmonies
with every hour, beyond belief for Joy.
SYRINX AND PAN
Now comes the sound as of the fall of snow-flakes and rose-
petals: it is the twinkling of the feet of a young maiden
dancing.
And the music is the whisper of the Wind among the pines
upon the Hill; and that is the breath of the Pan-pipe in the
mouth of the Master.
And, all in one, it is the Universe in manifestation.
Also; I hear the Seven-fold Song thereof.
CARMEN.
By Wisdom forms He matter and space and time,
Experience to sublime.
By Virtue spends He His own life through all;
Mercy majestical.
By Energy revolves He all in stress
Of Change, the limitless.
By Order gathers He the worlds of Light
In Beauty infinite.
By Love destroys He all to recreate
Fresh Phantasies to Fate.
By Reason reckons He His governance,
The Wonder of His Chance.
By Purity absolves He all His Will
From every image of Ill.
In Silence He resumes each perfect part
To rapture of His Heart,
His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are,
The Still and Shining Star.
III.
THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH
THE INITIATION.
I, Khaled Khan, beheld that Vision and received this Voice
upon the Holy Hill of Sidi Bou Said, in the country now called
Tunisia, but from of old sacred with many sanctities.
Thus far it is permitted me to speak freely of that which
came to me in my long search for the True Wisdom; but to me in my
long search for the True Wisdom; but to declare the Mode of mine
Initiation, whereby I gained ingress to the Place called the
Temple of Truth (but by some Dar-el-Jalal) it is forbidden. Nor
may I disclose in what land that House is to be found, more
openly than to say: It is cut from the living rock of the middle
point of the summit of an high mountain apart, the range Jebel-
el-Asharah.
Now being brought after many days into a Place where Light
was, being shed through a carven screen of topaz, graved with a
Rose of nine-and-forty petals on a Greek Cross, from the Sun, and
that also at midnight, I found myself in the presence of a
certain aged man (for it was written that His days should be an
hundred and twenty years) who stood before a table of seven
sides, whereon were fire, and incense in a thurible, and bread.
Of these did he bid me partake; and they being consumed, he
took a phial of golden oil from their midst, and anointed mine
eyes, and mine ears, and my lips.
With that I was aware of the image of a God, severe and
noble of aspect, his spirit utterly calm, in his right hand a
sickle and in his left an hourglass. And as I looked upon him, he
reversed his wrist, for the last grain of sand was fallen
through.
Then did my Instructer point with a little wand to a great
chart not wholly filled, and there came the shadow of a man's
hand, and drew the image of a Lion at the end of the writing.
Above this parchment, which was partly furled, was a square
tablet of white marble, on which, inlaid in gold, I read these
characters about the Image of an Eye within a radiant Triangle.
. .
S. . S . .
and this is, being interpreted, "The Great White Brotherhood."
Below was written: With Us Two Thousand Years is as One Day.
Then my Instructer showed me that the Brotherhood send forth
one of their fellows every two thousand years, bringing one Word
to serve Mankind as a new Formula of Magick, that it may take one
further step on the long road that leadeth to Perfection.
Also, twice in that period, that is, at intervals of a
little more than three, and a little less than seven, centuries,
they send a lesser prophet to prepare the Way of the next Word,
and to maintain or to restore the virtue of the Word then
current.
And on the unfurled portion of the chart I read the names of
certain of these Brethren, and the Words as one was uttered after
the other. But some I could not read, because the characters were
strange.
These:
FU-HSI.
After a great space (with few names and those illegible)
LAO-TZE, GAUTAMA, ZERDUSHT, PYTHAGORAS, DIONYSUS, OSIRIS.
These were sent forth at the same time - and Dionysus under
several diverse forms - to enlighten Six Great Civilizations,
about to be drawn together by the opening up of communications
over the planet by the expansion of the Roman Power. After these
there stood almost alone the name:
APOLLON.
But above that extract, the whole width of the chart, the word
I A O.
Then came a blackness over the whole map, for at one time
the Brotherhood had been nigh utterly destroyed by a Great
Sorcery of the Black Lodge, and the darkening of all Counsel, and
the confusion of all Truth.
I saw only one glimmer bare legible:
PLOTINUS.
And at the end of the darkness, amid many names which I
could not read,
JACOBUS BURGUNDUS MOLENSIS.
for his name was in letters of fire.
Did not the Order of the Temple prepare the Renaissance by fusing
the Mysteries of the East and West?
Then there burst out on a sudden a whiteness on the chart,
as if the stain had been expunged (albeit not wholly by the sweep
of steel) and this word writ in curving characters scimitar-sharp
MOHAMMED.
Next was a name sore blurred:
SIR EDWARD KELLY,
with one writ in cipher ............. and in the centre of all,
within the emblem of a ruby rose of five petals upon a golden
cross was engraved:
CHRISTIAN ROSENCREUTZ
(For so were the Brethren discreet to conceal his true name).
After whom came three names Great and Terrible that I write not
in this place. Lastly appeared this newly-writ hieroglyph of the
Lion, and the Name of that Brother was hidden from me. Then was I
shewn the Mystery of the Words: how in the first period of
recorded history men thought that life came from Woman alone, and
worked by the Formula of Isis, worshipping Nature chaste and
kindly, not understanding Death, or the Arcanum of Love.
So, when the time was ripe, appeared the Brethren of the
Formula of Osiris, whose word is I A O; so that men worshipped
Man, thinking him subject to Death, and his victory dependent
upon Resurrection. Even so conceived they of the Sun as slain and
reborn with every day, and every year.
Now, this great Formula being fulfilled, and turned into
abomination, this Lion came forth to proclaim the Aeon of Horus,
the crowned and conquering child, who dieth not, nor is reborn,
but goeth radiant ever upon His Way. Even so goeth the Sun: for
as it is now known that night is but the shadow of the Earth, so
Death is but the shadow of the Body, that veileth his Light from
its bearer.
Of this Prophet the Word is
THELEMA (spelled in Greek letters)
Many and marvelous are the mysteries of this Word, and of
the Numeration thereof! Nor may I declare them, save this the
simplest, for the sake of little children:
"Love is the law, love under will."
The chart was suddenly furled close, and mine Instructor
bade me turn: for there had come into that place a maiden like a
golden rose, with curling locks and ruddy, and her breasts were
of bright ivory, and her gait the gait of a young lioness.
Upon her brows flamed a Star Sapphire, and on her cheek was
a stark scar, a circle deep and splendid. In whose hands was a
writing; and smiling she put it into mine.
Now I knew not by what name to thank her for this courtesy:
which understanding, she told me:
"My name is The Star of the North."
And this was the Proclamation:
TO MAN
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
My Term of Office upon the Earth being come in the year of
the foundation of the Theosophical Society, I took upon myself,
in my turn, the sin of the whole World, that the Prophecies might
be fulfilled, so that Mankind may take the Next Step from the
Magical Formula of Osiris to that of Horus.
And mine Hour being now upon me, I proclaim my Law.
The Word of the Law is Thelema (In Greek letters.)
Given in the midst of the Mediterranean Sea
AN XX Sol in 3 Deg. Libra die Jovis
by me To Mega Therion (In Greek letters.)
Logos Aionos Thelema (In Greek letters.)
Having read these words with deep attention eleven times, I
besought mine Instructor (for the Maiden had returned to her
Master) that he would clear those things which were dark to my
weak understanding.
"In the Light of the Chart of the Work of the Brotherhood,"
I said, "the Will of the Master, and His Word, are made plain.
But of His hour I know not; and I tremble before the darkness of
this Mystery of Sin."
"Of his hour," answered my teacher, "it is easy to speak.
The Work of our Sister
Helena Petrowna Blavatsky
was inaugurated at the very season of the Birth on Earth of our
Brother the Master whose Word is Thelema, whose Name is yet
hidden under the form of a Lion. For it was most needful to
prepare His Way that He might proclaim His Law in every land that
is upon the surface of the Earth.
"And this work has been done by the Society founded to that
end by our Sister. Yet even so, behold! Full Fifty years have
passed, and only now is the hour of Power come upon our Brother
the Lion to utter His Word with full efficacy to the whole
Earth."
Now was he silent and my spirit was sore troubled; my face
darkened, for I approached the Mystery of Sin.
But the countenance of my Teacher was glad; and his years
fell from him like a mask; and his voice thrilled with the
rapture of release.
THE MYSTERY OF SIN
"The word of Sin is Restriction. Do what thou wilt shall be
the whole of the Law."
Such were the words of a certain square tablet of brass
which lay upon the hexagonal table beneath the extended
forefinger of mine Instructor. And because he saw that their
sense was partly hidden from me, he called to my memory two other
writings from a compilation of certain Jews of old: "All have
sinned, and come short of the glory of God"; and this: "The
thought of foolishness is sin."
Now did I understand that all men live in sin, being baulked
of their True Will, that is, of the free function of their
essential nature. This restriction cometh much from their
ignorance of what their True Will is, and much from external
hindrance, but most of all from the interference of ill-
controlled parts of their own instruments, the body and mind. For
Freedom is not found in looseness and lack of governance, but in
the right ruling of each individual of the common weal so as to
assure his own well-being no less than that of the whole. And
this effect is to be won by perfect organization under the eye of
an Intelligence adequate to comprehend the general and the
particular need together. The Way of Perfection is thus twofold:
first, the True Will must be consciously grasped by the Mind, and
this Work is akin to that called the attainment of the Knowledge
and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel. Second, as it is
written: "Thou hast no right but to do thy Will," each particle
of energy which the Instrument is able to develop must be
directed to the doing of that Will, and this is one fierce lion
in the way, that until the second task be already far advanced,
the confusion of the instrument is such that it is wholly
incapable to accomplish the first.
Then said my guide: It is well. Learn this also, a great
Mystery and wonderful, that all conflict between the parts of the
Universe springs from this error, and none other. For in our
infinite Space (which is nothing but our boundless range of
possibilities) there is no need that any one should push his
fellow aside. As there is room in Heaven for every Star to pass
upon its Way unchallenged, so also with those Stars of Earth,
which go masked as men and women.
Know therefore that this Law of Thelema
"Do what thow wilt"
is the first Law ever given to man which is a true Law for all
men in every place and time. All earlier Laws have been partial,
according to the faith of the hearer, or the customs of a people,
or the philosophy of their sages. Nor is there need, with this
Law of Thelema, of threats or promises: for the Law fulfilleth
itself, so that the one reward is Freedom for him who doeth his
will, and the one punishment is Restriction for him that goeth
astray.
Teach thou therefore this Law to all men: for in so far as
they follow it, they cease to hinder thee by their false random
motion; and thou dost well to thyself in doing well to them. And
he most hindereth himself who hindereth others from their Path,
or who constraineth them to some motion improper to their Nature.
Note also this that many men, feeling themselves the
bitterness of Restriction, seek to relieve their own pain by
imposing a like burden upon their fellows: as it were a cripple
who should seek ease by mutilating the bearers of his carriage.
Also, to deny the Law of Thelema is a restriction in
oneself, affirming conflict in the Universe as necessary. It is a
blasphemy against the Self, assuming that its Will is not
necessary (and therefore a noble) part of the Whole. In a word he
who accepts not the Law of Thelema is divided against himself:
that is, he is insane, and the upshot shall be the ruin of the
Unity of his Godhead.
Yet hearken again; the opposition of two movements is not
always evidence of conflict or error. For two opposite points
upon the rim of a wheel move one North, the other South; yet are
they harmonious parts of the same system. And the rowlock which
resisteth the oar hindereth not but aideth the True Will of that
oar.
So then self-control is nowise the enemy of Freedom, but
that which maketh it possible. And he who would deliver a muscle
from its bondage to its bone by severing it rendereth that muscle
impotent.
Moreover hear this word: as a muscle is vain, except it be
rightly ordered, so also is thy work to be made easy by uniting
thyself to the Work of the Master, even Therion, whose True Will
it is to bring each Man's work to its perfection. To this end
hath he proclaimed his Law; so also to that end, which is also
thine, do thou add thy little strength to His great might. As it
is written:
And blessing and worship to the Prophet of the lovely Star!
Thou, therefore - go on, go on in my strength, saith the
Lord of the Aeon, and ye shall turn not back for any.
While he thus spoke, I felt constantly in myself a cleansing
of heart; and my stature was increased, because of the
straightening of my nature.
And as I thought thus, mine instructor, perceiving it,
smiled upon me saying: In truth, O Khaled Khan, O child of the
dawn of the Aeon, thou hast divined aright and profited in thy
being by the Law of Thelema. For the Law is a just Law; it
demandeth not the crooked knee of slavery, and the bowed head of
shame. Nay, shouldst thou speak even to the God of gods, stand
thou erect, that thou mayest be one with Him by Love, as He most
surely willeth.
With that word, the walls of the little chamber in the
Temple upon the Mountain-top fell suddenly away from about me,
and I found myself alone in a desert place, strange and remote.
And of that which befell me there may I not now speak. For there
is a Beauty which hath no fitter ornament than Silence.
OZ: Liber LXXVII
"the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the
world." AL. II. 21
"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law." AL. I. 40.
"thou has no right but to do thy will. Do that, and no other
shall say nay." AL I. 42-3.
"Every man and every woman is a star." AL. I. 3.
There is no god but man.
1. Man has the right to live by his own law -
to live in the way that he wills to do:
to work as he will:
to play as he will:
to rest as he will:
to die when and how he will.
2. Man has the right to eat what he will:
to drink what he will:
to dwell where he will:
to move as he will on the face of the earth.
3. Man has the right to think what he will:
to speak what he will:
to write what he will:
to draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build as he will:
to dress as he will.
4. Man has the right to love as he will: -
"take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where,
and with whom ye will." - AL. I. 51.
5. Man has the right to kill those who would thwart these rights.
"the slaves shall serve." - AL. II. 58.
"Love is the law, love under will." - AL. I. 57.
ALEISTER CROWLEY
ve." - AL. II. 58.
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