The Day of Be-with-Us : When the Deep-Sea Fish Judge the Snow Leopard

Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

I just was asked what we, Thelemites, exactly mean by « the Day of Be-with-Us », and it is an excellent question!

Well — It is written in the Holy Books of Thelema : 

But certain men heard and understood, and through them shall this Knowledge be made known : The least therefore of them, the servant of them all, writeth this book. (Liber Porta Lucis sub figurâ X, 6-7)

Here is how I interpret it: 

In a normally pyramidal society, the higher one climbs, the more one becomes—paradoxically—a servant. 

The servant of servants is Pharaoh, because every second of his day (nay, every one of his thoughts, every word, every gesture) irreversibly affects the destiny of the Land — His entire being and all his time are consecrated (in the religious sense of the word) to the common good.

Which, of course, amounts to saying: the Sun has, in the ecosystem, a more obvious, more immediately universal usefulness than the woodlouse.

The < Day of Be-with-Us > (Cheth, 12 ; A’ash, 6) —whether you call it Ragnarök, Armageddon, or Greta Thunberg—is when the pyramid is turned upside down, and the deep-sea fish presume to rule over the snow leopard (e.g. the French Republic putting Sir Shumule in prison).

(I had written, I think in 2010 e.v., on this very principle, a truly remarkable post titled Des Civilisations, of which a fabulous internet user who signed himself Betave T.—I never found out who he was—took the initiative, in 2012 e.v., to make a very creative, very gothic, very cool & sexy video.)

Meditating on this, go forth, dear friends, under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere, and which we call GOD. 

Warm kisses from the Bahamas. 

Love is the law, love under will. 

— ☉︎ in 7° ♐︎ : ☽︎ in 28° ♓︎ : ♄︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.

Deliciously Obscure

Dear friends, beautiful and happy people, 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Frater Y. writes to me that he is “completely stumped” on today’s Holy Reading (Liber Porta Lucis sub figurâ X, verses 1 to 4).  

And it is, indeed, a deliciously obscure pericope :

1. I behold a small dark orb, wheeling in an abyss of infinite space. It is minute among a myriad vast ones, dark amid a myriad bright ones.  

2. I who comprehend in myself all the vast and the minute, all the bright and the dark, have mitigated the brilliance of mine unutterable splendour, sending forth V.V.V.V.V. as a ray of my light, as a messenger unto that small dark orb. 

3. Then V.V.V.V.V. taketh up the word, and sayeth: 

4. Men and women of the Earth, to you am I come from the Ages beyond the Ages, from the Space beyond your vision; and I bring to you these words. 

This, combined with the approach and imminence of Christmas, once inspired in me the following reflections:

We bring into our homes a Fir Tree, — the eternally green symbol of the immovable Divine Order of things, — during the endless nights of the Solstice, so as never to forget that this Divine Order decrees that the rebirth of the Light — Noël, as we call Christmas in France, literally means “New Sun” — must follow immediately after the deepest plunge into Matter.

Thus the Hermit takes his Staff and leaves his winter retreat to go forth, Lamp in hand, into the < great sad city > (LLL 6, 26), to see whether there may not be found there a few Thelemite gods who have lost their way or are held prisoner by the troglodyte Heathen apes of the old < grey land of desolation> (LLL 3, 20).

Thus, in the dark hours, when the inertia of earthly things threatens to cut the world off from its nourishment from the gods, a Sage is sent with a mission to reconnect worthy humanity to Divinity.

The darker the times, the greater the Sage: a Master is not measured by the height of the lights he can reach, but by the depth of darkness into which he is able to bring down light — that’s what our august Queen, the great goddess Nuit, augustly calls < the Hierophantic task > (AL 1, 50).

Meditating on this, go forth, dear friends, under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere, and which we call GOD.

Warm kisses from the Bahamas.

Love is the law, love under will.

— ☉︎ in 6° ♐︎ : ☽︎ in 15° ♓︎ : ♀︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.

Everything that happens is a play of Nuit and she likes Noh theater

To Soror Sinthea.

Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

In the beginning: nothing.

In the end: nothing. 

< Then, if with no goal, why this eternal journey? > (Liber Cordis 2, 23)

Existence is like a Noh theater play.

The stage is empty at first. Completely empty. 

Little by little, it fills with all sorts of creatures — splendid deities, lovers with cruel fates, ghosts and shaggy monsters — who love passionately, hate intensely, struggle heroically, suffer horribly, and finally die, in a strange mixture of tragedy, gag, and formal beauty. 

Then everyone leaves the stage, which remains empty. Completely empty.

< we are none. > (AL 2, 66)

Meditating on this, go forth, dear friends, under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere, which we call GOD. 

Warm kisses from the Bahamas.

Love is the law, love under will. 

— ☉︎ in 6° ♐︎ : ☽︎ in 4° ♓︎ : ♃︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.