“Everything is poison, nothing is poison.” — Paracelsus
Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Jezebel reminded me earlier of the time when, speaking about her little nephew born at the end of June, she asked me: “What is the first piece of advice that a Cancer should receive from you?” I replied: “I don’t speak to the one who killed Bob Marley.”
In general, she has always found me too harsh with Cancer natives, but that’s mostly because, like me, she has a massive, death-level crush on Michelle Rodriguez.
Our eternal rivalry for the title of Ultimate Simp and Stan of Michelle Rodriguez is actually the very origin of our friendship!
But enough of that! Jez pointed out to me that even my recurring joke about “the aptly named sign of Cancer” is a bit much coming from a Thelemite Hierophant, since, if we are to believe the Holy Books of Thelema, God compared Himself to “a cancer that utterly corrupts the body” (Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente, 1:16).
Point for her! — But let us establish the context.
It is written:
13. Wolf's bane is not so sharp as steel; yet it pierceth the body more subtly.14. Even as evil kisses corrupt the blood, so do my words devour the spirit of man.15. I breathe, and there is infinite dis-ease in the spirit.16. As an acid eats into steel, as a cancer that utterly corrupts the body; so am I unto the spirit of man.
I. Contemplate Me (Acid Love)
In plain language: The Holy Guardian Angel of the Prophet (blessing & worship to him) has successively compared the Divine Word to aconite (wolf’s bane), to a virus, to acid, and to a cancer.
It’s not exactly encouraging.
But it is true that there is always something masochistic in the Quest for the Divine — and the proof is that there is always something religious in BDSM games.
There clearly remains, in every Scarlet Woman, a little of Wanda von Dunajew…
I’m not even talking about extreme practices… I remember one night spent in a hostess bar, beside a sublime escort named Sybille, who was a living Icon of Nuit: “half-Egyptian, half-Ethiopian” (she confided to me), Sybille was a kind of Nefertiti mixed with Naomi Campbell, with, from certain angles, a touch of Kelly Rowland for that pop flavour.
After a few bottles of Dom Pérignon, she asked me what I wanted to “do,” i.e., what kink I had come to satisfy, and I answered: “To contemplate you!”
Without losing any of her hieratic composure, and without being moved in the slightest, Sybille replied: “Very well! Contemplate me! — But put some of these cushions under your knees, you’ll be more comfortable for the operation…”
II. ‘Breathe Not So Deep – Die!’
The Old Serpent of the City of Edfu, Hadit our Master, has said: “Breathe not so deep — die!”, as it is written (AL II, 68).
And one undoubtedly needs the soul of a kamikaze, or a thoroughly morbid death-wish, to undertake to draw near to a God who describes Himself as a poison, a virus, an acid, and a cancer!
It is very probably what the holy hero Herakles, Jacobus Molensis the Martyr, and Saint Giordano Bruno reflected upon on the stake… Very probably what Saint Miguel de Molinos and the Admirable Doctor told themselves every day in their cells… Perhaps it was the ultimate thought of Saint Ludovicus, King of Bavaria, at the moment he took his own life… And perhaps it is the deep meaning of the last words of Saint Roderic Borgia, Pope Alexander VI, as he lay dying, poisoned: “The Dream dissolves…”
For yes: “At the touch of the Fire Qadosh,” every illusion is eliminated, as it is written (Liber Ararita, 7:1-7). No one can claim to approach the GOD of whom it is written “Nothing shall stand before His Face” (Liber Ararita, 3:0) without passing through every stage of the process described in Liber Cheth vel Vallum Abiegni (verses 7 to 11).
And it is NOT an appealing programme!
7. Now therefore that thou mayest achieve this ritual of the Holy Graal, do thou divest thyself of all thy goods.8. Thou hast wealth; give it unto them that have need thereof, yet no desire toward it.9. Thou hast health; slay thyself in the fervour of thine abandonment unto Our Lady. Let thy flesh hang loose upon thy bones, and thine eyes glare with thy quenchless lust unto the Infinite, with thy passion for the Unknown, for Her that is beyond Knowledge the accursed one.10. Thou hast love; tear thy mother from thine heart, and spit in the face of thy father. Let thy foot trample the belly of thy wife, and let the babe at her breast be the prey of dogs and vultures.11. For if thou dost not this with thy will, then shall We do this despite thy will. So that thou attain to the Sacrament of the Graal in the Chapel of Abominations.
III. Cancer to Gold (Midas Poison Glow-Up)
That said, “Wolf’s bane” has a gematria of 304, which is the same as ChRVTz, Gold.
“Dis-ease” has a gematria of 145, which is that of SOVDH, a Feast.
“Acid” has a gematria of 45, which is that of AGLA (notarikon of Ateh Gibor Le-olam Adonai = “Unto Thee be the Power unto the Ages of Ages, Adonai!”)
“Cancer” has a gematria of 296, which is that of TzVR, a Rock.
Initiation consists in going back up the current of the Divine Intention, from the swamp to the pure mountain spring.
Thus, that which is naturally a poison that contaminates and corrodes like acid, then like a cancer, becomes a Rock upon which one may rise, connecting ever more deeply to the Divine Power in order to reach the Feast of King Midas, where everything is transmuted into Gold!
IV. Sun Dies Daily (Scarabée Revenge)
The normal course of things, on the contrary, turns Gold into a pebble: whoever clings to it is inevitably destroyed BY the Divine Intention.
The mere meditation upon Liber Resh informs us about this Intention:
Behold the stages of the Sun’s daily course! — The Child (Heru-ra-ha) becomes, after a fleeting period of pleasure (Ahathoor), a solitary old man (Tum) and ends in the tomb, with the insects (Kephra).
Conversely, the Thelemite who, in his Praxis, is patient and laborious like the Beetle (Kephra), pierces the uncanny twilight (Tum) of the Mysteries and, through constant “love under will” (Ahathoor), becomes once again the Child-Sun (Heru-ra-ha).
Meditate upon this, dear friends, and go your gorgeous ways 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 17° ♍︎ : ☽︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰⅰ.
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