Liber 211
 

1. I dance with Hadit Sunstar, Daimon of morning sun, lighter of Aeons, banisher of the Seven Archons

2. I/He blast the heavens clear, we soar as Fool and Star, a brilliant globe of blue and red, lightening plays about the spinning globe- azure amidst the Pit.

3. I see the vessels filled, hear the symphony created upon the lutes of flesh dancing in cells of gold spurning freedom of lead and mercury.

4. See not reflection; speak not the words of wisdom, the script writes faster than the mind can flow-ir.

5. Still raging, the storm resides therein – BOLT cleaving the eyes, spitting heaven and earth with the sound of one million dying- the Aeon has come, I am the mask come stalking through the jungle of Trees to devour the gazelle, I am the Lion afire, the bright Bird Ba of flame.

6. Nowhere silent endless flight onward throughness of which time-space know not nor sees not- flowing betweeness thought form impression leave songs to sing, tales to tell the Chela.

7. Hawkling, worm fed, screams for blood and many crowd upon his wings, filling endless sky he cries WER God, eyes of sun and moon.

8. Mountain phallus, water womb, ocean desires the land forming the life therein erupting, formed by the dancing currents, singing to a symphony of endless star cycles.

9. The Early Ones call me, they erupt through my hands, eyes and tongue…

10. I am the Star cast upon the endless sea, rushing forward into the oblivious goal of all creation, the Gate of the Beyond-Sun and one link, one chain shall then bind the rebellious Angel FREED.

11. The Pyramid, the four-phallus swastika of fire alight, the touch of the pinnacle.

12. First mound of creation, first lit at dawn- Point of All atop the obelisk becomes the centerpole of pyramid, therein a teaching as seed/aethyr center conjoins with goddess four-square, the levels are intermixed thus a third is formed.

13. Thus the point who is NOT is Pan to Chaos- Babalon of endless possibilities, four-square womb of reification, cancerous whore of the slime, brittle blackened mummy of death and the shattered wheel- Genetrix.

14. I call the mystic Womb-an 418, Golden One who is the beginning and the end of patterns sparkling weave spin the webs of Hadit amidst the incarnated cosmos

15. ARI-N-NA

16. Mysterious One
Opener of the Gate
Wherein I shall die.

- Scribed by my SELF unto AXIL, Noon  5/6/80  <Aion>

A KA DUA TUF UR BIU BIA CHEFU DUDU NUR AF AN NUTERU