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Magick Without Tears
Magick Without Tears (1954), PDF p. 153
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MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS
outermost Abyss, and there must he speak with him that is
set above the four-fold terror, the Prince of Evil, even with
Choronzon, the mighty devil that inhabiteth the outermost
Abyss. And none may speak with him, or understand him,
but the servants of Babylon, that understand, and they that
are without understanding, his servants.
Behold! it entereth not into the heart, nor into the mind
of man to conceive this matter; for the sickness of the body
is death, and the sickness of the heart is despair, and the
sickness of the mind is madness. But in the outermost Abyss
is sickness of the aspiration, and sickness of the will, and
sickness of the essence of all, and there is neither word nor
thought wherein the image of its image is reflected.
And whoso passeth into the outermost Abyss, except he
be of them that understand, holdeth out his hands, and
boweth his neck, unto the Chains of Choronzon. And as a
devil he walketh about the earth, immortal, and he blasteth
the flowers of the earth, and he corrupteth the fresh air, and
he maketh poisonous the water; and the fire that is the friend
of man, and the pledge of his aspiration, seeing that it
mounteth ever upward as a Pyramid, and seeing that man
stole it in a hollow tube from Heaven, even that fire he
tumeth into ruin, and madness, and fever, and destruction .
And thou, that art an heap of dry dust in the city of the
Pyramids, must understand these things.
Beware,
therefore,
0 thou who art appointed
to
understand the secret of the Outermost Abyss, for in every
Abyss thou must assume the mask and form of the Angel
thereof. Hadst thou a name, thou wert irrevocably lost.
Search, therefore, if there be yet one drop of blood that is
not gathered into the cup of Babylon the Beautiful; for in
that little pile of dust, if there could be one drop of blood, it
should be utterly corrupt; it should breed scorpions, and
vipers, and the cat of slime.
And I said unto the Angel: "Is there not one appointed as
a warden?"
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