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MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS 
lustre, and the stars shall be hidden because thou art passed 
beyond these things, beyond the need of these things, 
beyond the desire of these things. 
What I thought were shapes of rocks, rather felt than seen, 
now appear to be veiled Masters, sitting absolutely still and 
silent. Nor can anyone be distinguished from the others. 
And the Angel sayeth: Behold where thine Angel hath led 
thee! Thou didst ask for fame, power and pleasure, health and 
wealth and love, and strength and length of days. Thou didst 
hold life with eight tentacles, like an octopus. Thou didst 
seek the four powers and the seven delights and the twelve 
emancipations, and the two and twenty Privileges, and the 
nine and forty Manifestations, and lo! thou art become as 
one of These. Bowed are their backs, whereon resteth the 
Universe. Veiled are their faces, that have beheld the glory 
Ineffable. 
These adepts seem like Pyramids-their 
hoods and robes 
are like Pyramids. 
And the Angel sayeth: Verily is the Pyramid a Temple of 
Initiation. Verily also is it a tomb. Thinkest thou that there is 
life within the Masters of the Temple that sit hooded, 
encamped upon the Sea? Verily, there is no life in them. 
Their sandals were the pure light, and they have taken 
them from their feet and cast them down through the abyss; 
for this Aethyr is holy ground. 
Herein no forms appear, and the vision of God face to 
face, that is transmuted in the Athanor called dissolution, or 
hammered into one in the forge of meditation, is in this place 
but a blasphemy and a mockery. 
And the Beatific Vision is no more, and the glory of the 
Most High is no more. There is no more knowledge. There is 
no more bliss. There is no more power. There is no more 
beauty. For this is the Palace of Understanding; for thou art 
one with the Primeval things. 
Drink in the myrrh of my speech, that is bruised with the