THE VISION AND THE VOICE
I have prevailed against the Kingdom of the Father, and
befouled his beard; and I have prevailed against the Kingdom
of the Son, and torn off his Phallus; but against the Kingdom
of the Holy Ghost shall I strive and not prevail. The three
slain doves are my threefold blasphemy against him; but their
blood shall make fertile the sand; and I writhe in blackness
and horror of hate, and prevail not.
(Then the demon tried to make the Scribe laugh at Magick,
and to think that it was all rubbish, that he might deny the
names of God that he had invoked to protect him; which, if
he had doubted but for an instant, he had leapt upon him, and
gnawed through his spine at the neck.
Choronzon succeeded not in his design.)
In this Aethyr is neither beginning nor end, for it is all
hotch-potch, because it is of the wicked on earth and the
damned in hell. And so long as it be hotch-potch, it mattereth
little what may be written by the sea-green incorruptible
Scribe.
The horror of it will be given in another place and time,
and through another Seer, and that Seer shall be slain as a
result of his revealing. But the present Seer, who is not
P...., seeth not the horror, because he is shut up, and hath
no name.
(Now was there some further parleying betwixt the demon
and the Scribe, concerning the departure and the writing of
the word, the Scribe not knowing if it were meet that the
demon should depart.
Then the Seer took the Holy Ring, and wrote the name
BABALON, that is victory over Choronzon, and he was no
more manifest.)
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