THE EQUINOX
TARO; but the light is so dreadful that I cannot read the
words. Iam going totry again. All these serpents are collected
together very thickly at the edges of the wheel, because there
are an innumerable number of sentences. One is: fves annos
regimen ovracult, And another is: terribilis ardet rex why.
And another is: Ter amb (amp?) (can’t see it) vosam oleo (?).
And another is: 7vibus annulis vegna olisbon. And the mar-
vel is that with those four letters you can get a complete set
of rules for doing everything, both for white magic and black.
And now I see the heart of the rose again. I see the face
of him that is the heart of the rose, and in the glory of that
face Iam ended. My eyes are fixed upon his eyes; my being
is sucked up through my eyes into those eyes. And I see
through those eyes, and lo! the universe, like whirling sparks
of gold, blown like a tempest. I seem to swell out again into
him. My consciousness fills the whole Aethyr. I hear the cry
NIA, ringing again and again from within me. It sounds like
infinite music, and behind the sound is the meaning of the
Aethyr. Again there are no words.
All this time the whirling sparks of gold go on, and they
are like blue sky, with a lot of rather thin white clouds in it,
outside. And nowI see mountains round, far blue mountains,
purple mountains. And in the midst is a little green dell of
moss, which is all sparkling with dew that drips from the
rose. And I am lying on that moss with my face upwards,
drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking of the dew.
I cannot describe to you the joy and the exhaustion of
everything that was, and the energy of everything that is, for
it is only a corpse that is lying on the moss. I am the soul of
the Aethyr.
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