Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
This evening, right after having adored Tum, I received a delightful letter from dear Lionel — the all-talented very handsome young man who, during the blessed years of our Abbey of Thelema (August 2019 – April 2022 e.v.), had proclaimed himself my “valet, driver, and bodyguard,” while always refusing, for his own part, to accept the Law, out of respect for the memory of his late mother, a devout Roman Catholic.
What happy memories!…
I can still see dear Lionel, during our first meeting, advising me to surround myself with security agents after he had read the daily flood of hate mail I received.
I had replied: “If one day I do take on bodyguards, I insist on two karateka dwarves — for the imagery and the personal validation: when you have just performed a Liber Reguli and, still adorned with your magical regalia, you look out the window and see two dwarves standing guard in front of the gates of your castle, you know you’re not working for an insurance company…”
He therefore took matters into his own hands and did an admirable job.
I remember how, in 2019, he physically carried me out of Campo Alegre (Le Mirage) in Curaçao — where I had just spent fifteen non-stop days of unbridled 24/7 debauchery and was no longer in any state to walk — all the way to the airport where our flight back to Paris was waiting. Not for a single second did he lose his lofty dignity or his beautiful, grave vigilance. I felt like Whitney Houston in the arms of Kevin Costner.
Among other excellent news, Lionel informs me (hold on to your hats!) that he has just engaged — he who runs away like a startled rabbit at the mere word “divination”! — in his first session of bibliomancy with the Holy Books of Thelema!
He drew verse 56 of Chapter 2 of The Book of the Heart Girt with a Serpent and asks me to explain its meaning, etc.
Normally, one is not really permitted to speak of the Mysteries to a non-Thelemite — but it goes without saying that dear Lionel is granted an exception.
So we read:
“Nay, Lord! but I am come to Thee. It is I that wait at last.” — Cordis 2, 56.
I. The Sovereign Art of Slowplay
An interesting verse to meditate upon in prison, as well as at a poker table: the all-powerfulness of the slowplay.
Besides, outside of my ritual praxis, I too spend my time waiting for Divine Intervention.
No, of course not the decision of the Judge for the Application of Sentences — that would be rather infantile on my part — but the intervention of my divine wife Chloé.
I know perfectly well that she is going to burst in here like Trudy Chacon, massacre most of the prison guards, and fly me out by helicopter.
I know it. So I wait.
II. Cathy’s Exasperated Verdict
That said, to help Lionel, I called Cathy, my terrifyingly inflexible psychologist friend, and told her the whole context of the verse, pretending it was a dream I had had the night before.
“Cathy, I dreamed I was a single grape that a white Doric girl, who was languishing with her lover in the moonlight, crushed upon her tongue — and that, as a result, I was relieved of any need to seek God anymore, relieved to have nothing left to do but wait for God to find me… What does this dream mean?”
After an exasperated sigh, Cathy replied: “Well, this dream confirms what I’ve always told you, David: you’re a masochistic dilettante, a family parasite, a petty hedonist… Nothing new there…”
But I do sense that this explanation will not be enough for Lionel.
III. Listen to the Numbers & the Words
Let us see!
The Old Serpent of the City of Edfu, Hadit our Master, has said: “listen to the numbers & the words” (AL 2, 75).
Now “Nay,” the first word of the verse, is obviously a temurah of Ain, with a gematria value of 61.
Our august Queen Nuit has augustly said that she attributes Ain rather to the numbers 8, 80 and/or 418, as it is written: “Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred & eighteen” (AL 1, 46).
8 is the Tangible Zero.
80 is the value of Pé, Atu XVI of the Tarot, the “House of God.”
418 is the Great Work accomplished.
From this we deduce:
IV. The Empty House of God
‘Lord’ is a formula meant to make apprehensible GOD, whose House is in fact Nothing: behind the Celestial Layer where Nuit and Hadit celebrate, in ecstasy, their eternal wedding night, the Ultimate Holy of Holies is entirely Empty.
In plain terms, GOD is the perpetual synchronous cosmic orgasm by which the universe is entirely recreated from zero at every nanosecond.
“Therefore unto Hadit and unto Nuit be the glory in the End and the Beginning; yea, in the End and the Beginning.” — Liber Cheth, 22.
Warm kisses from the Bahamas.
Love is the law, love under will.
— ☉︎ in 11° ♉︎ : ☽︎ in 19° ♏︎ : ♄︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰⅰ.
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