The Book Of The Law TEXT PDF Botl by ALeister Crowley

Chap­ter I

1. Had! The man­i­fes­ta­tion of Nuit.

2. The unveil­ing of the com­pa­ny of heav­en.

3. Every man and every woman is a star.

4. Every num­ber is infi­nite; there is no dif­fer­ence.

5. Help me, o war­rior lord of Thebes, in my unveil­ing before the Chil­dren of men!

6. Be thou Hadit, my secret cen­tre, my heart & my tongue!

7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the min­is­ter of Hoor-paar-kraat.

8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.

9. Wor­ship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!

10. Let my ser­vants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.

11. These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are fools.

12. Come forth, o chil­dren, under the stars, & take your fill of love!

13. I am above you and in you. My ecsta­sy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.

14. Above, the gemmed azure is
The naked splen­dour of Nuit;
She bends in ecsta­sy to kiss
The secret ardours of Hadit.
The winged globe, the star­ry blue,
Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khon­su!

15. Now ye shall know that the cho­sen priest & apos­tle of infi­nite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scar­let Woman is all pow­er giv­en. They shall gath­er my chil­dren into their fold: they shall bring the glo­ry of the stars into the hearts of men.

16. For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stoop­ing starlight.

17. But ye are not so cho­sen.

18. Burn upon their brows, o splen­drous ser­pent!

19. O azure-lid­ded woman, bend upon them!

20. The key of the rit­u­als is in the secret word which I have giv­en unto him.

21. With the God & the Ador­er I am noth­ing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heav­en, and there is no oth­er God than me, and my lord Hadit.

22. Now, there­fore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infi­nite Space, and the Infi­nite Stars there­of, do ye also thus. Bind noth­ing! Let there be no dif­fer­ence made among you between any one thing & any oth­er thing; for there­by there cometh hurt.

23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!

24. I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty.

25. Divide, add, mul­ti­ply, and under­stand.

26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the beau­teous one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So she answered him, bend­ing­down, a lam­bent flame of blue, all-touch­ing, all pen­e­trant, her love­ly hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurt­ing the lit­tle flow­ers: Thou know­est! And the sign shall be my ecsta­sy, the con­scious­ness of the con­ti­nu­ity of exis­tence, the omnipres­ence of my body.

27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kiss­ing her love­ly brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling per­fume of sweat: O Nuit, con­tin­u­ous one of Heav­en, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art con­tin­u­ous!

28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.

29. For I am divid­ed for love’s sake, for the chance of union.

30. This is the cre­ation of the world, that the pain of divi­sion is as noth­ing, and the joy of dis­so­lu­tion all.

31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel lit­tle; what is, is bal­anced by weak joys; but ye are my cho­sen ones.

32. Obey my prophet! fol­low out the ordeals of my knowl­edge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.

33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heav­en; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rit­u­als; write unto us the law!

34. But she said: the ordeals I write not: the rit­u­als shall be half known and half con­cealed: the Law is for all.

35. This that thou writest is the three­fold book of Law.

36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khon­su, the priest of the princes, shall not in one let­ter change this book; but lest there be fol­ly, he shall com­ment there­upon by the wis­dom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.

37. Also the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wan­ga; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.

38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.

39. The word of the Law is THELEMA.

40. Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are there­in Three Grades, the Her­mit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

41. The word of Sin is Restric­tion. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divid­ed but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.

42. Let it be that state of many­hood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will.

43. Do that, and no oth­er shall say nay.

44. For pure will, unas­suaged of pur­pose, deliv­ered from the lust of result, is every way per­fect.

45. The Per­fect and the Per­fect are one Per­fect and not two; nay, are none!

46. Noth­ing is a secret key of this law. Six­ty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hun­dred & eigh­teen.

47. But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all dis­ap­pear.

48. My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book?

49. Abro­gate are all rit­u­als, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath tak­en his seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods; and let Asar be with Isa, who also are one. But they are not of me. Let Asar be the ado­rant, Isa the suf­fer­er; Hoor in his secret name and splen­dour is the Lord ini­ti­at­ing.

50. There is a word to say about the Hiero­phan­tic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be giv­en in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intel­lect, and the lofty cho­sen ones in the high­est. Thus ye have star & star, sys­tem & sys­tem; let not one know well the oth­er!

51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of sil­ver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jas­mine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! war­rior, if thy ser­vant sink? But there are means and means. Be good­ly there­fore: dress ye all in fine appar­el; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.

52. If this be not aright; if ye con­found the space-marks, say­ing: They are one; or say­ing, They are many; if the rit­u­al be not ever unto me: then expect the dire­ful judg­ments of Ra Hoor Khuit!

53. This shall regen­er­ate the world, the lit­tle world my sis­ter, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecsta­sy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!

54. Change not as much as the style of a let­ter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mys­ter­ies hid­den there­in.

55. The child of thy bow­els, he shall behold them.

56. Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expect­ed house cometh that child. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they under­stand a lit­tle; solve the first half of the equa­tion, leave the sec­ond unat­tacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.

57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mis­take love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the ser­pent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath cho­sen, know­ing the law of the fortress, and the great mys­tery of the House of God.

All these old let­ters of my Book are aright; but [Tzad­di] is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.

58. I give unimag­in­able joys on earth: cer­tain­ty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unut­ter­able, rest, ecsta­sy; nor do I demand aught in sac­ri­fice.

59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood there­in: because of my hair the trees of Eter­ni­ty.

60. My num­ber is 11, as all their num­bers who are of us. The Five Point­ed Star, with a Cir­cle in the Mid­dle, & the cir­cle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the see­ing. Also I have ase­cret glo­ry for them that love me.

61. But to love me is bet­ter than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou present­ly burnest mine incense before me, invok­ing me with a pure heart, and the Ser­pent flame there­in, thou shalt come a lit­tle to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be will­ing to give all; but whoso gives one par­ti­cle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gath­er goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jew­els; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnest­ly to come before me in a sin­gle robe, and cov­ered with a rich head­dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or pur­ple, veiled or volup­tuous, I who am all plea­sure and pur­ple, and drunk­en­ness of the inner­most sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splen­dour with­in you: come unto me!

62. At all my meet­ings with you shall the priest­ess say — and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoic­ing in my secret tem­ple — To me! To me! call­ing forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.

63. Sing the rap­tur­ous love-song unto me! Burn to me per­fumes! Wear to me jew­els! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!

64. I am the blue-lid­ded daugh­ter of Sun­set; I am the naked bril­liance of the volup­tuous night-sky.

65. To me! To me!

66. The Man­i­fes­ta­tion of Nuit is at an end.


Chapter II

1. Nu! the hid­ing of Hadit.

2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the com­ple­ment of Nu, my bride. I am not extend­ed, and Khabs is the name of my House.

3. In the sphere I am every­where the cen­tre, as she, the cir­cum­fer­ence, is nowhere found.

4. Yet she shall be known & I nev­er.

5. Behold! the rit­u­als of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowl­edge go aright.

6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giv­er of Life, yet there­fore is the­knowl­edge of me the knowl­edge of death.

7. I am the Magi­cian and the Exor­cist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the cir­cle. “Come unto me” is a fool­ish word: for it is I that go.

8. Who wor­shipped Heru-pa-kraath have wor­shipped me; ill, for I am the wor­ship­per.

9. Remem­ber all ye that exis­tence is pure joy; that all the sor­rows are but as shad­ows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

10. O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writ­ing.

11. I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.

12. Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.

13. for why? Because thou wast the know­er, and me.

14. Now let there be a veil­ing of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blind­ness!

15. For I am per­fect, being Not; and my num­ber is nine by the fools; but with the just I am eight, and one in eight: Which is vital, for I am none indeed. The Empress and the King are not of me; for there is a fur­ther secret.

16. I am The Empress & the Hiero­phant. Thus eleven, as my bride is eleven.

17. Hear me, ye peo­ple of sigh­ing!
The sor­rows of pain and regret
Are left to the dead and the dying,
The folk that not know me as yet.

18. These are dead, these fel­lows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kins­folk.

19. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the high­est are of us. They shall rejoice, our cho­sen: who sor­roweth is not of us.

20. Beau­ty and strength, leap­ing laugh­ter and deli­cious lan­guor, force and fire, are of us.

21. We have noth­ing with the out­cast and the unfit: let them die in their mis­ery. For they feel not. Com­pas­sion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: ver­i­ly thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be under­stood: If the body of the King dis­solve, he shall remain in pure ecsta­sy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun, Strength & Sight, Light; these are for the ser­vants of the Star & the Snake.

22. I am the Snake that giveth Knowl­edge & Delight and bright glo­ry, and stir the hearts of men with drunk­en­ness. To wor­ship me take wine and strange drugs where­of I will tell my prophet, & be drunk there­of! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this fol­ly against self. The expo­sure of inno­cence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rap­ture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.

23. I am alone: there is no God where I am.

24. Behold! these be grave mys­ter­ies; for there are also of my friends who be her­mits. Now think not to find them in the for­est or on the moun­tain; but in beds of pur­ple, caressed by mag­nif­i­cent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and mass­es of flam­ing hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at vic­to­ri­ous armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a mil­lion times greater than this. Beware lest any force anoth­er, King against King! Love one anoth­er with burn­ing hearts; on the low men tram­ple in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.

25. Ye are against the peo­ple, O my cho­sen!

26. I am the secret Ser­pent coiled about to spring: in my coil­ing there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth ven­om, then is rap­ture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.

27. There is great dan­ger in me; for who doth not under­stand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall per­ish with the dogs of Rea­son.

28. Now a curse upon Because and his kin!

29. May Because be accursed for ever!

30. If Will stops and cries Why, invok­ing Because, then Will stops & does nought.

31. If Pow­er asks why, then is Pow­er weak­ness.

32. Also rea­son is a lie; for there is a fac­tor infi­nite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.

33. Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!

34. But ye, o my peo­ple, rise up & awake!

35. Let the rit­u­als be right­ly per­formed with joy & beau­ty!

36. There are rit­u­als of the ele­ments and feasts of the times.

37. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!

38. A feast for the three days of the writ­ing of the Book of the Law.

39. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet–secret, O Prophet!

40. A feast for the Supreme Rit­u­al, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods.

41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!

42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rap­ture!

43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the plea­sure of utter­most delight!

44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread here­after. There is the dis­so­lu­tion, and eter­nal ecsta­sy in the kiss­es of Nu.

45. There is death for the dogs.

46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sor­ry? Is fear in thine heart?

47. Where I am these are not.

48. Pity not the fall­en! I nev­er knew them. I am not for them. I con­sole not: I hate the con­soled & the con­sol­er.

49. I am unique & con­queror. I am not of the slaves that per­ish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invis­i­ble, & there­in am I as a babe in an egg. )

50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my span­gles are pur­ple & green.

51. Pur­ple beyond pur­ple: it is the light high­er than eye­sight.

52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the mod­est woman; it is the veil of sor­row, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spec­tre of the cen­turies: veil not your vices in vir­tu­ous words: these vices are my ser­vice; ye do well, & I will reward you here and here­after.

53. Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sor­ry. Thou art emphat­i­cal­ly my cho­sen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with glad­ness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sor­row: they that see thee shall fear thou art fall­en: but I lift thee up.

54. Nor shall they who cry aloud their fol­ly that thou mean­est nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they are the slaves of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the let­ters? change them not in style or val­ue!

55. Thou shalt obtain the order & val­ue of the Eng­lish Alpha­bet; thou shalt find new sym­bols to attribute them unto.

56. Begone! ye mock­ers; even though ye laugh in my hon­our ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have for­sak­en you.

57. He that is right­eous shall be right­eous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.

58. Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, & not oth­er. There­fore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lift­ed up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my ser­vants: it may be that yon­der beg­gar is a King. A King may choose his gar­ment as he will: there is no cer­tain test: but a beg­gar can­not hide his pover­ty.

59. Beware there­fore! Love all, lest per­chance is a King con­cealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.

60. There­fore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, mas­ter!

61. There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light unde­sired, most desir­able.

62. I am uplift­ed in thine heart; and the kiss­es of the stars rain hard upon thy body.

63. Thou art exhaust in the volup­tuous full­ness of the inspi­ra­tion; the expi­ra­tion is sweet­er than death, more rapid and laugh­ter­ful than a caress of Hel­l’s own worm.

64. Oh! thou art over­come: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splen­dour & rap­ture! Come in our pas­sion­ate peace, & write sweet words for the Kings.

65. I am the Mas­ter: thou art the Holy Cho­sen One.

66. Write, & find ecsta­sy in writ­ing! Work, & be our bed in work­ing! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be love­ly: whososeeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.

67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rap­ture; fall not in swoon of the excel­lent kiss­es!

68. Hard­er! Hold up thy­self! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep — die!

69. Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhaust­ed?

70. There is help & hope in oth­er spells. Wis­dom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not ani­mal; refine thy rap­ture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and nine­ty rules of art: if thou love, exceed by del­i­ca­cy; and if thou do aught joy­ous, let there be sub­tle­ty there­in!

71. But exceed! exceed!

72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art tru­ly mine — and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joy­ous! — death is the crown of all.

73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is for­bid­den, o man, unto thee.

74. The length of thy long­ing shall be the strength of its glo­ry. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.

75. Aye! lis­ten to the num­bers & the words:

76. 4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou know­est not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to fol­low thee: he shall expound it. But remem­ber, o chose none, to be me; to fol­low the love of Nu in the star-lit heav­en; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word.

77. O be thou proud and mighty among men!

78. Lift up thy­self! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thy­self, o my prophet, thy stature shall sur­pass the stars. They shall wor­ship thy name, foursquare, mys­tic, won­der­ful, the num­ber of the man; and the name of thy house 418.

79. The end of the hid­ing of Hadit; and bless­ing & wor­ship to the prophet of the love­ly Star!


Chapter III

1. Abra­hadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.

2. There is divi­sion hith­er home­ward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

3. Now let it be first under­stood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hard­ly with them.

4. Choose ye an island!

5. For­ti­fy it!

6. Dung it about with engin­ery of war!

7. I will give you a war-engine.

8. With it ye shall smite the peo­ples; and none shall stand before you.

9. Lurk! With­draw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Bat­tle of Con­quest: thus shall my wor­ship be about my secret house.

10. Get the stele of reveal­ing itself; set it in thy secret tem­ple — and that tem­ple is already aright dis­posed — & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but mirac­u­lous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.

11. This shall be your only proof. I for­bid argu­ment. Con­quer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruc­tion from the ill-ordered house in the Vic­to­ri­ous City. Thou shalt thy­self con­vey it with wor­ship, o prophet, though thou lik­est it not. Thou shalt have dan­ger & trou­ble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Wor­ship me with fire & blood; wor­ship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Tram­ple down the Hea­then; be upon them, o war­rior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!

12. Sac­ri­fice cat­tle, lit­tle and big: after a child.

13. But not now.

14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scar­let Con­cu­bine of his desire!

15. Ye shall be sad there­of.

16. Deem not too eager­ly to catch the promis­es; fear not to under­go the curs­es. Ye, even ye, know not this mean­ing all.

17. Fear not at all; fear nei­ther men nor Fates, nor gods, nor any­thing. Mon­ey fear not, nor laugh­ter of the folk fol­ly, nor any oth­er pow­er in heav­en or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.

18. Mer­cy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and tor­ture; spare not; be upon them!

19. That stele they shall call the Abom­i­na­tion of Des­o­la­tion; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.

20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.

21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, espe­cial, not unlike the one thou know­est. And it shall be sud­den­ly easy for thee to do this.

22. The oth­er images group around me to sup­port me: let all be wor­shipped, for they shall clus­ter to exalt me. I am the vis­i­ble object of wor­ship; the oth­ers are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the win­ners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.

23. For per­fume mix meal & hon­ey & thick leav­ings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and after­ward soft­en & smooth down with rich fresh blood.

24. The best blood is of the moon, month­ly: then the fresh blood of a child, or drop­ping from the host of heav­en: then of ene­mies; then of the priest or of the wor­ship­pers: last of some beast, no mat­ter what.

25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also anoth­er use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with per­fumes of your ori­son: it shall become full of bee­tles as it were and creep­ing things sacred unto me.

26. These slay, nam­ing your ene­mies; & they shall fall before you.

27. Also these shall breed lust & pow­er of lust in you at the eat­ing there­of.

28. Also ye shall be strong in war.

29. More­over, be they long kept, it is bet­ter; for they swell with my force. All before me.

30. My altar is of open brass work: burn there­on in sil­ver or gold!

31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.

32. From gold forge steel!

33. Be ready to fly or to smite!

34. But your holy place shall be untouched through­out the cen­turies: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shat­tered, yet an invis­i­ble house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hru­machis shall arise and the dou­ble-wand­ed one assume my throne and place. Anoth­er prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; anoth­er woman shall awakethe lust & wor­ship of the Snake; anoth­er soul of God and beast shall min­gle in the globed priest; anoth­er sac­ri­fice shall stain the tomb; anoth­er king shall reign; and bless­ing no longer be poured To the Hawk-head­ed mys­ti­cal Lord!

35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.

36. Then said the prophet unto the God:

37. I adore thee in the song –
I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
The inspired forth-speak­er of Men­tu;
For me unveils the veiled sky,
The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khon­su
Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy pres­ence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

Uni­ty utter­most showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and ter­ri­ble God,
Who mak­est the gods and death
To trem­ble before Thee: –
I, I adore thee!

Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Light­en the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!

38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to estab­lish thy way in all the quar­ters, (these are the ado­ra­tions, as thou hast writ­ten), as it is said:

The light is mine; its rays con­sume
Me: I have made a secret door
Into the House of Ra and Tum,
Of Khep­hra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy The­ban, O Men­tu,
The prophet Ankh-af-na-khon­su!

By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splen­dour, O Nuit!
Bid me with­in thine House to dwell,
O winged snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hith­er and a repro­duc­tion of this ink and paper for ever — for in it is the word secret & not only in the Eng­lish — and thy com­ment upon this the Book of the Law shall be print­ed beau­ti­ful­ly in red ink and black upon beau­ti­ful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quick­ly!

40. But the work of the com­ment? That is easy; and Hadit burn­ing in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.

41. Estab­lish at thy Kaa­ba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with busi­ness way.

42. The ordeals thou shalt over­see thy­self, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the trai­tors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am pow­er­ful to pro­tect my ser­vant. Suc­cess is thy proof: argue not; con­vert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to over­throw thee, them attack with­out pity or quar­ter; & destroy them utter­ly. Swift as a trod­den ser­pent turn and strike! Be thou yet dead­lier than he! Drag down their souls to awful tor­ment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!

43. Let the Scar­let Woman beware! If pity and com­pas­sion and ten­der­ness vis­it her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweet­ness­es; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alien­ate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrink­ing and despised har­lot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hun­gered.

44. But let her raise her­self in pride! Let her fol­low me in my way! Let her work the work of wicked­ness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adul­ter­ous! Let her be cov­ered with jew­els, and rich gar­ments, and let her be shame­less before all men!

45. Then will I lift her to pin­na­cles of pow­er: then will I breed from her a child might­i­er than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the wor­ship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.

46. I am the war­rior Lord of the For­ties: the Eight­ies cow­er before me, & are abased. I will bring you to vic­to­ry & joy: I will be at your arms in bat­tle & ye shall delight to slay. Suc­cess is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!

47. This book shall be trans­lat­ed into all tongues: but always with the orig­i­nal in the writ­ing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the let­ters and their posi­tion to one anoth­er: in these are mys­ter­ies that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall dis­cov­er the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this cir­cle squared in its fail­ure is a key also. And Abra­hadabra. It shall be his child & that strange­ly. Let him not seek after this; for there­by alone can he fall from it.

48. Now this mys­tery of the let­ters is done, and I want to go on to the holi­er place.

49. I am in a secret four­fold word, the blas­phe­my against all gods of men.

50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!

51. With my Hawk’s head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.

52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.

53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indi­an and the Bud­dhist, Mon­gol and Din.

54. Bahlasti! Ompe­h­da! I spit on your cra­pu­lous creeds.

55. Let Mary invi­o­late be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utter­ly despised among you!

56. Also for beau­ty’s sake and love’s!

57. Despise also all cow­ards; pro­fes­sion­al sol­diers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!

58. But the keen and the proud, the roy­al and the lofty; ye are broth­ers!

59. As broth­ers fight ye!

60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra’s seat, light­en­ing the gird­ers of the soul.

62. To Me do ye rev­er­ence! to me come ye through tribu­la­tion of ordeal, which is bliss.

63. The fool read­eth this Book of the Law, and its com­ment; & he under­standeth it not.

64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as sil­ver.

65. Through the sec­ond, gold.

66. Through the third, stones of pre­cious water.

67. Through the fourth, ulti­mate sparks of the inti­mate fire.

68. Yet to all it shall seem beau­ti­ful. Its ene­mies who say not so, are mere liars.

69. There is suc­cess.

70. I am the Hawk-Head­ed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.

71. Hail! ye twin war­riors about the pil­lars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.

72. I am the Lord of the Dou­ble Wand of Pow­er; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia–but my left hand is emp­ty, for I have crushed an Uni­verse; & nought remains.

73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bot­tom: then behold!

74. There is a splen­dour in my name hid­den and glo­ri­ous, as the sun of mid­night is ever the son.

75. The end­ing of the words is the Word Abra­hadabra.

The Book of the Law is Writ­te­nand Con­cealed.

Aum. Ha.


THE COMMENT.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The study of this Book is for­bid­den. It is wise to destroy this copy after the first read­ing.

Whoso­ev­er dis­re­gards this does so at his own risk and per­il. These are most dire.

Those who dis­cuss the con­tents of this Book are to be shunned by all, as cen­tres of pesti­lence.

All ques­tions of the Law are to be decid­ed only by appeal to my writ­ings, each for him­self.

There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

Love is the law, love under will.
The priest of the princes,
Ankh-f-n-khon­su
mayet

Author: mayet

Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who is the Faerest of us all? The Truth are we in the skies you see, The Balance of Fire And Water is Elektricity.

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