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12.34.
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THE EQUINOX
I want that definite experience in the very same sense
as Abramelin had it; and what’s more, I mean to go
on till I get it.
I begin, therefore, in Hanged Man posture, to invoke
the Angel, within the Pyramid already duly prepared
by DCLXXI.
Alas! in vain have I tried even the supreme ritual of
Awaiting the Beloved, although once I thought
Ah ! give unto Thy beloved in sleep!
How ashamed I should be, though!
For an earthly
lover one would be on tiptoe of excitement, trembling
at every sound, eager, afraid
.
.
.
I will, however, rise and open (as for a symbol) the
door and the window.
Oh that the door of my heart
were ever open!
For He is always there, and always
eager to come in.
I rise and open unto my Beloved.
.
.
. May it be granted unto me in the daylight of this
day to construct from DCLXXI a perfect ritual of
self-initiation, so as to avoid the constant difficulty of
assuming various God-forms.
Then let that ritual be
a constant and perfect link between Us
.
.
. so that
at all times I may be perfect in Thy Knowledge and
Conversation, Ο mine Holy Guardian Angel! to whom
I have aspired these ten years past.
And though as it may seem I now compose myself to
sleep, I await Thee
.
.
. I await Thee!
I arise from sleep, mine eyes a little weary, my soul
fresh, my heart restored.