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,
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