Konx Om Pax

32 KONX OM PAX Bowley. More coffee, please. I attribute the Baby to Malkuth. Mrs. Bones, may I paint the baby bright yellow all over? Heedless of Mother’s sighs and groans He painted blue the Baby Bones, in the well-known porphyrean of the late john Keats, on whom be peace. At this stage in my career—drop that silly Babu twaddle !——I offer you the following desperate alternative, greatly honoured F rater! We will go on with the Table, or I will read you my latest glorious masterpiece entitled Amath. The Hebrew for Truth, Baby! Reflect, O bat-eyed child, upon the circumstance that Amath adds up to 44!, which is the square of 2!, Eheieh, divine name of Kether, also mystic number of Tiphereth—vzde Tiphereth clause in “]”—“I will devote my self to Great Work,” etc., you remember—meaning Truth is of Kether the end and of Tiphereth the means, also Aleph is the Fool, Kether, Mem the Hanged Man, Tiphereth ; and Tau the Sign of the Cross and the Virgin of the World. May be read by Tarot (McGregor Mathers) Fools hang Virgins! What about wise men? Hush, baby dear! Wait tillyou’re an Arahat on Ararat, and then you’ll know all about it, you beetle-headed little bitch! Nothing like early and clear in struction, Mrs. Bones. Train up a child and a moustache—why don't you get Cecil some Pommade Hongroise? I attribute Pommade Hongroise to Gemini; and it is called the Waxen or Sticky Intelli gence, because it sticketh together everything that is stuck together, and disposeth in right conformation the hairs that are beneath the supernals in that Orifice of the Nose of the Most Holy Ancient One which is called His Nose, and distributeth tens of thousands of severities upon the Inferiors. This is that which is written. Psalms, xcix, 4. “ The Nose which is not a Nose." And again “ His N ose”; wherein no mention is made of the Most Holy Ancient One, but only of Tetragrammaton. Also we have heard in Barietha that this is spoken of the Shells—Qliphoth you would call them, Baby! As it is written, She sells sea shells. Nay, Mrs. Bones, ifI be drunken, it is of the Wine of Iacchus, the Dew of ImmOrtality, the Lustral Foun tain in the chalice of the Stolistes or Stolistria. Or rather attribute it