THE EQUINOX
All I get is that the Apocalypse was a recension of a dozen
or so totally disconnected allegories, that were pieced together,
and ruthlessly planed down to make them into a connected
account; and that recension was re-written and edited in the
interests of Christianity, because people were complaining
that Christianity could show no true spiritual knowledge, or
any food for the best minds: nothing but miracles, which
only deceived the most ignorant, and Theology, which only
suited pedants.
Soa man got hold of this recension, and turned it Christian,
and imitated the style of John. And this explains why
the end of the world does not happen every few years, as
advertised.
There is nothing whatever in the Stone but a White Rose.
And a voice comes: there shall be no more red roses, for she
hath crushed all the blood of all things into her cup.
It seemed at one time as if the rose was in the breast
of a beautiful woman, high-bosomed, tall, stately, yet who
danced like a snake. But there was no subsistence in this
vision.
And nowI see the white Rose, as if it were in the beak of
a swan, in the picture by Michael Angelo in Venice. And
that legend too is the legend of BABALON.
But all this is before the veil of the Aethyr. Now will I
go and make certain preparations, and I will return and
repeat the call of the Aethyr yet again.
BISKRA.
December 18, 1909. 9.20-10.5 a.m.
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