The Libri of Aleister Crowley is a list of texts mostly written or adapted by Aleister Crowley. VII, 7, A, Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli, Adumbratio Kabbalæ Ægypt sub figura VII, — Crowley: ‘being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt . Aleister Crowley, the founder of Thelema, designated his works as belonging to one of several Liber VII: Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli—These are the Birth Words of a Master of the Temple. Its 7 Chapters are referred to the 7 Planets in the. LIBER LIBERI VEL LAPIDIS LAZULI. ADYMBRATIO KABBALAE AEGYPTIORUM. SUB FIGURA VII. Being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt Adept.

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Thou art behind me: He shall await the sword of the Beloved and bare his throat for the stroke. How Thou dost melt in my mouth, Thou consecrated sugar of the Stars!

In the boat of Ra did I travel, but I never found upon the visible Universe any being like unto Thee! Thou shalt have a lover among the lords of the grey land. Let there be nothing!

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

I am lapkdis One beyond these all; and I bear the symbols lazjli the mighty darkness. Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake. I am the Initiator and the Destroyer. That pallid God with face averted, that God of subtlety and laughter, that young Doric God, him will I serve.

I am walking in an asylum; all the men and women about me are insane.

O.T.O. – Ordo Templi Orientis – Hungary – Liber VII – Book 7

Liber Batrachophrenoboocosmomachia lapiidis in the expansion of the field of the mind. Only fill in if you are not human. A circuit of pines, and of tall yews beyond. So bright we could not look! In the ruddy and awful cup of death we shall drink the blood of the world, and be drunken! We use cookies to ensure that we give you the best experience on our website.


She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she: Then shall his blood leap out and write me runes in the sky; yea, write me runes in the sky. O false leering face! Then wilt thou be a shining fish with golden back and silver belly: We made us a temple of lauzli in the shape of the Universe, even as thou didst wear openly and I concealed. I feel the essence of softness. Ah God, all is gone! A circuit of pines, and of tall yews beyond.

The Holy Books of Thelema

And I behold Pan. Then was the countenance of all time darkened, and the true light shone forth. Blavatskywith an elaborate commentary ligeri Frater O. How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in the impenetrable forest. Thou art He, O God!

Worshipful are ye, O my lovers; let us forward to the dimmest hollow! I see them on the yellow sand, all clad in Tyrian purple. Thou libberi set up the abominable lonely Thing of wickedness.

Wail, O ye folk of the grey land, for we have drunk your wine, and left ye but the bitter dregs.

And I behold Pan. An account of Buddhism.

I love Thy dark kisses, bloody and stinking! Travelling through space, I saw the onrush of two galaxies, butting each other and goring like bulls upon earth. There shall be a sigil as of a vast black brooding ocean of death and the central blaze of darkness, radiating its night upon all.


Think, O God, how I am happy in Thy love. Thou art altogether golden, the hair and the eyebrows and the brilliant face; even into the finger-tips and toe-tips Thou art one rosy dream of gold.

All these have a savour averse. Vel Chanokh — Crowley: Thou shalt be like a little red worm on a hook. So also I went down into the great sad city. It is done quickly; yea, the seal is set upon the vault.

There dead Messalina bartered her crown for poison from the dead Locusta; there stood Caligula, and smote the seas of forgetfulness.

The perfume of Pan pervading, the taste of him utterly filling my mouth, so that the tongue breaks forth into a weird and monstrous speech. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.

The Butterfly Net — Crowley: Then I sought a Word for Myself; nay, for myself. I am but a speck in the star-dust of ages; I am the Master of the Secret of Things.

Breathe in the perfumes and the clouds of little gods like wood-nymphs that inhabit the nostrils! Thou in the midst! How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in the impenetrable forest. I had a crown of thorns for all my dower. Ours is the elevenfold reading of the Elevenfold word.