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.