Liber I, Pentad 1, Sermon 1.
Liber 1, Pentad 1, Number 1: Of the Protennoeic and Protophanic.
It is not fire, but ash that reveals, for by what one withholds from the kingdom one gains the kingdom, and finds the secret throne in love; star born from star the undiminished courtyard and dreamless sion of the world, incalculable the circle and firmament of our devout amplexum, EL and EL, aphete and anarete, AEON TOU MAEDON HERMA; * knowing rulership by the left hand and the right- for it is sin and it is hubris to hold the dagger, but it is redemption to fulfill its object- for when either hand acts alone, there we meet with transgression,-- the left which refuses and the right which bestows, the left which denies and the right which binds, the left which betrays and the right which loves, the left which holds the dagger and the right which guides it, even raising the sword that falls before the seed of the father and our measured generations, in years intercalated by forgotten stars performing their measureless adductions. For none can bind and rebind the world otherwise, nor take new covenants,- nor from the missing center of the theogon, therefor make theft of the world's heart by god-flutterings with the mad-bird, or invisible mastery and anti-wisdom,- by a new star, and that with which the aeon might be reharmonized and finally broken; for under the throne we gather unto us a world, in a bed of ashes bearing witness, while in the flame we withhold ourselves from the world's defeat, bearing judgment,- unsignatured by mystery; plenisome and aurifer, the flesh-garden unsexed and immortal; reculminant the photic-body, bringeth thee imputations, taken by thine hands left and right; thereupon the incompleted sin, mediata and immediata; the Uncoventioned Metadox, Sacromimesis of Nature, glimpsed the death-passion of the Symbolon; esteemed of both saint and poet, alike the philosopher and harlot, Semel and Persephon; hidden by coral forest and sea-cave, garlanded by stone-flowers, a love gentled and adored by the consorted mermaids, and these as take no notice of the shallow treasures of perplected devils, nor of the powers attested of the earth, those fiery genii oft amused by mortals and their beautiful Perhaps, think it eloquence that a loose pen should fall upon a loose theme, and hath no subtlety for things humbled, hidden, and conceded by mightier stars,- for to have come so close to love and departed from one another not even as enemies, were no small cause to hazard a farther aeon, nor doubt that we should meet again, or once more in all the worlds fail to know each other; Trimetreic Diaxe and Pseudo-Arche, Three-Wombed Pandemaic and Twice the Mother of the World; ere riven concupiscentiant and putrescentiant, the khaoplast and chronospore,- or sundered mortal from immortal soma, readeth thou nymostemic and vector; the intricacies of the wisdom-path and celebrated thoroughfare, perfumed and rightfully sabbath-taken; plucked from the hastened canopy and eaves of our testimony; ambled with the thorns of speech by hidden folds and deserts, long-silented with the howl of hearts too deeply borne in their redundant sainthoods; a broken measure of perfection's heart, and yet undiscovered by pleasure's secret,- or confounded by denial like all mysteries, women yet to be concluded, or the longing hesitant but not incertain; reacerated by Three-and-Two plications the consurrepted anaglyph, torn the inscrutable letter and αστεματος, [a-stematos] STROPHAGENES TOU STROPHAMOI; but a maiden's name written in mystery upon the water, though it were Truth, for the Truth is still, like the sea, and silent like her mourning; monstrous parabole and mirror-riddle, the unbearable poison of Wisdom and Last-Dragon-of-the-Heart, whereon falsity falls away without need of impostature: for as it has been said, [In the Plotinian Ennead.] that no soul can bear the weight of a star, yet the Master chokes the sun with only a spark of his solar radiance,- by a single wisdom-pearl stoppeth he the foot of God, thereupon fixed the treadle of the loom,- ash-song of the inner-heart and relic-truth, [sarira] breaketh he the spool withal purchase of divinity and the burden of an age; thrown forth, impeculate the Dromal-Ektheote,- rainbow-scaled like Dawn and emeralded like the breaking of the Sea,- the crystal-egg and Hyleic-imprint of the New-Man in phusica ovaeum; a longing mutilate and raptured, by which Nature takes her revenge against us,- Retrosanct the endumiath [Ενσυμιασκες: revenge-knowledge.] and counter-truth for whose vengeance we should be mindful, as we are mindful of the poet's jealousy and artifice- that we leave enough greatness behind for death to thieve more-than-a-sigh in unrepented glory from our extinguished honor, or on the part of our fellows, more than a few questions to forget us by; reft the Titano-ophiomorph, uncoiled, thrown-forth monotemporal and lineated,- the circle of the karmic-aeon hereby straightened and squared, coaxed into syntagma and shape- folded three-and-two and angled to form our Words of Power, our pronounced rites; rites by pronouncement of the Un-True Syllable and invisible knowledge, the sacred AH-AM preponderate and doubled, HM-AA and AA-MH the mutant ligature of our observances; tinctured and balmed in mastery, fragranted and burnt with the golden oils of secret wisdom, and by all the mystic embrocations of the privileged sacerdote, kept safe by the first-seal at the missing-center, inafferent and undiminished vigil; an altar carved into the heart of the world Pandemaic; VAMAKAR, DASHINKATH; DASHINKAR, VAMAKATH; SCARABAE-ON VAMA-KAR MAED-ON TOU DASHIN-KAR NIGRA-TEM; God-thieved, anguished and delitesced; heralded on fiery wing, in ΑΓΛΑΙΑ [aglaia] and in might, in conquest and in splendor, Serpens-Magnificant; impossisphinxed the tears of the Blind-Snake and eighth of the numerate heavens,- the Master, around whose eye the turnings of the firmament are bent,- her spheres re-ensaltant and placantly revolved,- even by murmurs of a New Music;- so it is equally said, that the way of Wisdom is infinite, and only by an infinite longing can it therefor be sought. Yet such a longing tears the heart and the wisdom of mortals,- lumina tu mentis nocte, tu dies corporis nox. [Jani Dousae in Carmen Ex Graeca: "light from the night of the soul and darkness from the bodily sun". Lumina tu mentis, corporis illa rapit. O quae sola potes naturae invertere leges, tu mihi nox luce es, tu mihi nocte dies.]
BTHYS TOU ANAHAT KHYA-PANDEMAI
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