THE EQUINOX
Therefore do I cry aloud, and my scream is the treble as
the bellowing of the bull is the bass. Peace in the highest
and peace in the lowest and peace in the midst thereof! Peace
in the eight quarters, peace in the ten points of the Penta-
gram! Peace in the twelve rays of the seal of Solomon, and
peace in the four and thirty whirlings of the hammer of Thor!
Behold! I blaze upon thee. (The eagle is gone; it is only a
flaming Rosy Cross of white brilliance.) I catch thee up into
rapture. FALUTLI, FALUTLI!
. . . O it dies, it dies.
Bou SAapa.
November 28, 1909. 9.30-10.15 a.m.
THE Cry OF THE 22ND AETHYR, WHICH IS CALLED LIN
There comes first into the stone the mysterious table of
forty-nine squares. It is surrounded by an innumerable com-
pany of angels; these angels are of all kinds,—some brilliant
and flashing as gods, down to elemental creatures. The light
comes and goes on the tablet; and now it is steady, and I
perceive that each letter of the tablet is composed of forty-nine
other letters, in a language which looks like that of Honorius;
but when I would read, the letter that I look at becomes
indistinct at once.
And now there comes an Angel, to hide the tablet with his
mighty wing. This Angel has all the colours mingled in his
dress; his head is proud and beautiful; his headdress is of
silver and red and blue and gold and black, like cascades of
water, and in his left hand he has a pan-pipe of the seven holy
metals, upon which he plays. I cannot tell you how wonderful
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