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his flesh : he turned to his trade : he put forth his strength : he drew all to 
a point : he delighted. 
Therefore he is not, having become that which he was not.  Mark 
ye  
all : it is declared.  Now of the last adventure of our Father and of his 
going into the land of Apes, that is, England, and of what he did there, 
 
it is not fitting that I, the poor fool who 
loved him, shall now dis- 
course.  But it is most necessary  that I should speak of his holy  death and 
of his funeral and of the bruit thereof,  for that is gone into diverse lands  
as a false and ly ing report, whereby  much harm and ill-luck com e to the 
Brethren.  In this place, therefore, will I set down the exact truth of all 
 
that happened. 
In the year of the Great Passing Over were signs and wonders seen of 
all men, O m y Brethren, as it is written, and well 
known unto this day.  
And the first sign was of dancing: for every woman that was under the 
moon began to dance and was mad, 
so that headlong and hot-mouthed  
she flung herself down, desirous.  Whence the 
second sign, that of 
musical inventions ; for in that year, and of Ros ewomen, came A and U 
and M,1 the mighty musicians !  And the third sign likewise, namely , of 
animals : for in that y ear every sheep had lambs thirteen, and every cart2 
was delivered of a wheel !  And ot
her wonders innumerable: they  are  
well known, insomuch that that year is yet held notable. 
Now our Father, being very old, came into the venerable Grove of our 
August Fraternity  and abode there.  A nd so old was he and feeble that  
he could scarce lift his hands in benediction upon us.  And all we waited 
about him, both by  day and night; lest  one word should fall, and we not 
hear the same.  But he spake never unto us, though 
his lips moved and  
his eyes sought ever that which we could not see.  At last, on the day  of 
D., the mother of P.,3 he straightened himself up and spake.  This his final 
discourse was written down then by  the dying lions in their own blood, 
traced willingly  on the desert sands about 
the Grove of the Illustrious.  
Also here set down : but who will confirm
 the same, let him seek it on  
the sands. 
Children of m y W ill, said our Father, from
 whose grey  ey es fell 
gentlest tears, it is about the hour.  The chariot (Ch.)
4 is not, and the 
chariot (H.) is at hand.  Yet I, who have been car-borne through the 
 
blue air by  sphinxes, shall never be
 carried away , not by  the whites t 
horses of the world.  To y
ou I have no word to say
.  All is written in  
the sacred Book.  To that look ye well ! 
Ambrose, old friend, he said, turning to me—and I wept ever sore—do 
thou write for the little ones, the children of m
y children, for them
  
that understand not easily  our high My steries; for in thy  pen is, as it  
were, a river of clear water ; w
ithout vagueness, without 
ambiguity, 
 
1 Aum!  The sacred word. 
2 Qy. j (the cart) becom
es O (a wheel).  The com
mentators who have  
suspected the hor rid blasphem y im plied by  the explanation “becom
es k, th e  
Wheel of Fortune,” are certainly in error. 
3 Demeter and Persephone. 
4 Ch = j; H = Hades.  See the Tarot cards, and classical m
ythology, f or  
the symbols. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mirabilia. 
 
 
I. Signum. 
 
II. Signum. 
 
III. Signum 
 
Alia Signa. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Pater Jubet : 
Scientiam 
Scribe.