The Vision and the Voice

THE EQUINOX Aha! Aha! Yea! Let me take the form of Hadit before thee, and sing: Aka dua Tuf ur biu Bi a’a chefu Dudu ner af an nuteru. Nuit! Nuit! How art thou manifested in this place! This is a Mystery ineffable. And it is mine, and I can never reveal it either to God or to man. It is for thee and me! Aha! Aha! A ka dua Tuf ur biu Bi a’a chefu Dudu ner af an nuteru. . .. My spirit is no more; my soul is no more. My life leaps out into annihilation! Aka dua Tuf ur biu Bi a’a chefu Dudu ner af an nuteru. It is the cry of my body! Save me! I have come too close, I have come too close to that which may not be endured. It must awake, the body; it must assert itself. It must shut out the Aethyr, or else it is dead. Every pulse aches, and beats furiously. Every nerve stings like a serpent. And my skin is icy cold. Neither God nor man can penetrate the Mystery of the Aethyr. (Here the Seer mutters unintelligibly.) And even that which understandeth cannot hear its voice. For to the profane the voice of the Neophyte is called silence, 160