Еден Закон, Еден Ред, Една Иницијација

И тука ќе ја прикажеме испреплетеноста на О.Т.О. и неговата десна рака, E.G.C. во однос на A.’.A.’..

Како помош за подобро разбирање на она што е запишано и дадено подолу, би можеле само да Ви кажеме да ја визулизирате целата сликата во однос на Дрвото на Животот и многу работи ќе Ви се разјаснат според Вашето искуство и знаење.

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„Thou wilt note that
We have written unto thee more as a member of the O.T.O.,
than in thy capacity as of the A∴A∴,
for the former organization is co-ordinate and practical,
and concerns itself with material things.
But remember this clearly,
that the Law cometh from the A∴A∴, not from the O.T.O.
This Order is but the first of the great religious bodies to accept this Law officially,
and its whole Ritual has been revised and reconstituted
in accordance with this decision.“
Liber CCC, Khabs am Pekht

AAOTO

A∴A∴ е внатрешниот Ред воден од една вистина и обединет во еден дух.
Редот е Еден, непрекинат во неговиот Синџир на последователност од V.V.V.V.V. преку неговите виши живи Адепти.
Редот е Еден, иако функционира на триделен начин: Говор во Тишина, Тишина и Тишина во Говор. Редот е Еден, како што има само Едно Око во Триаголникот.“
A.’.A.’.

„Гностичката Католичка Црква (Е.G.C.) е религиозна страна на О.Т.О.“
E.G.C., Хептаграм Блог

„Ecclesia Gnostica Catholica is an inseparable part of Ordo Templi Orientis; and the Gnostic Mass is one of the official rituals, more specifically the central ritual, of Ordo Templi Orientis.“
E.G.C., Secret Fire Oasis

Asmodel – The Temple of the Holy Ghost

This is a poem from „Collected Works of Aleister Crowley, Vol. I“ as part from the „Temple of the Holy Ghost“ series.
To be clear on the title of this poem:
ASMODEL ( אסמודאל ) – One of the “Intelligences” of the Planet Venus

אסמודאל or Asmodel is Geomantic Intelligence of Taurus. With Taurus rules planet of Venus and Luna is exalted in this sign.

Now, hear the poem about Asmodel…

 

CALL down the star whose tender eyes
Were on thy bosom at thy birth!
Call, one long passionate note that sighs!Call, till its beauty bend to earth,
Meet thee and lift thee and devise
Strange loves within the gleaming girth,
And kisses underneath the star
Where on her brows its seven rays are.Call her, the maiden of thy sleep,
And fashion into human shape
The whirling fountains fiery and deep,
The incense-columns that bedrape
Her glimmering limbs, when shadows creep
Among blue tresses that escape
The golden torque that binds her hair,
Whose swarthy splendours drench the air.

She comes! she comes! The spirit glances
In quick delight to hold her kiss;
The fuming air shimmers and dances;
The moonlight’s trembling ecstasies
Swoon; and her soul, as my soul, trances,
Knowing no longer aught that is;
Only united, moving, mixed,
A music infinitely fixed.

Music that throbs, and soars, and burns,
And breaks the possible, to dwell
One moving monotone, nor turns,
Making hell heaven, and heaven hell,
The steady impossible song that yearns
And brooks no mortal in its swell —
This monotone immortal lips
Make in our infinite eclipse!

Formless, above all shape and shade;
Lampless, beyond all light and flame;
Timeless, above all age and grade;
Moveless, beyond the mighty name;
A mystic mortal and a maid,
Filled with all things to fill the same,
To overflow the shores of God,
Mingling our proper period.

The agony is passed: behold
How shape and light are born again;
How emerald and starry gold
Burn in the midnight; how the pain
Of our incredible marriage-fold
And bed of birthless travail wane;
And how our molten limbs divide,
And self and self again abide.

The agony of extreme joy,
And horror of the infinite blind
Passions that sear us and destroy,
Rebuilding for the deathless mind
A deathless body, whose alloy
Is gold and fire, whose passions find
The tears of their caress a dew,
Fiery, to make creation new.

This agony and bloody sweat,
This scarring torture of desire,
Refine us, madden us, and set
The feast of unbegotten fire
Before our mouths, that mingle yet
In this; the mighty-moulded lyre
Of many stars still strikes above
Chords of the mastery of love.

The agony of extreme joy,
And horror of the infinite blind
Passions that sear us and destroy,
Rebuilding for the deathless mind
A deathless body, whose alloy
Is gold and fire, whose passions find
The tears of their caress a dew,
Fiery, to make creation new.

This agony and bloody sweat,
This scarring torture of desire,
Refine us, madden us, and set
The feast of unbegotten fire
Before our mouths, that mingle yet
In this; the mighty-moulded lyre
Of many stars still strikes above
Chords of the mastery of love.

This subtle fire, this secret flame,
Flashes between us as she goes
Beyond the night, beyond the Name,
Back to her unsubstantial snows;
Cold, glittering, intense, the same
Now, yesterday, for aye! she glows
No woman of my mystic bed;
A star, far off, forgotten, dead.

Only to me looks out for ever
From her cold eyes a fire like death;
Only to me her breasts can never
Lose the red brand that quickeneth;
Only to me her eyelids sever
And lips respire her equal breath;
Still in the unknown star I see
The very god that is of me.

The day’s pale countenance is lifted,
The rude sun’s forehead he uncovers;
No soft delicious clouds have drifted,
No wing of midnight’s bird that hovers;
Yet still the hard blind blue is rifted,
And still my star and I as lovers
Year to each other through the sky
With eyes half closed in ecstasy.

Night, Night, O mother Night, descend!
O daughter of the sleeping sea!
O dusk, O sister-spirit, lend
Thy wings, thy shadows, unto me!
O mother, mother, mother, bend
And shroud the world in mystery
That secrets of our bed forbidden
Cover their faces, and be hidden!

O steadfast, O mysterious bride!
O woman, O divine and dead!
O wings immeasurably wide!
O star, O sister of my bed!
O living lover, at my side
Clinging, the spring, the fountain-head
Of musical slow waters, white
With thousand-folded rays of light!

Come! Once again I call, I call,
I call, O perfect soul, to thee,
With chants, and murmurs mystical,
And whispers wiser than the sea:
O lover, come to me! The pall
Of night is woven: fair and free,
Draw to my kisses; let thy breath
Mingle for love the wine of death!

Учење, The Path Within

Не мисли дека секогаш ќе бидеш среќен на овој пат.

Те грабнал лав, драги мој.
Пријателот ти фрла куп малтер на глава.
Гледај го ко да е скап парфем.

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„Книга на Лаги“, А. Кроули

Во тебе е едно чудовиште кое мора да се врзе и камшикува.

Види како човек тресе тепих.
Не му е лут на тепихот.
Само сака со тепалката да ги разлабави калливите наслаги од нитките.
Наслагите на сопството не се разлабавуваат со само еден удар.

Постојана работа треба, дисциплина.

На соне, дури и на јаве,
ќе го слушаш љубениот како вика по тебе.

Дрводелецот сече и резба парче дрво,
оти знае токму како сака да го употреби.
Додека ја штави кожата,
кожарот втрива киселина во неа и секакви нечистотии.

Вака се прави убава мека кожа.

– Мевљана Џалалудин (Џалал ад-Дин) Мухамед Руми

Subdue thy fear and thy disgust

„In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.
Yet she shall be known & I never.“
Liber AL vel Legis svb figurâ CCXX
In another book, also in Class A, are written these passages:

„Go thou unto the outermost places and subdue all things.
Subdue thy fear and thy disgust. Then— yield!“
Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente sub figûra אדני

AHA – Secret of the Way of Initiation

Liber AHA е една од оние книги за кои е премалку да се каже дека е одлична или пак „книга надвор од времето“, вредна за читање за секој сериозен истражувач на философијата и учењето на Телема.

Вasdо неа на суптилен, но сметам, со доволно јасен јазик, е даден Патот на Иницијацијата преку симболи предадени во форма на дијалог, помеѓу адептот и аспирантот, Continue reading “AHA – Secret of the Way of Initiation”