At the stage metaphorically implied by this story, the Aspirant is the antagonist; he does not stand for the light or have a path to redemption. Yet, he still possesses the thread that Ariadne cunningly left to Theseus – a mechanism that helps to undo his knot.
The Neophyte is indeed the vehicle of his star, as much as the body is the instrument of his Angel.
All secrets are just our inability to grasp the simplicity of our soul by Neurosis; the point of the ultimate experience is by no means in barbaric names, nor in the hours spent in Dharana.
The Neophyte is a newcomer, but not because he gets new experiences. Rather, it is because he gets right experiences.
Because in that fear and in that pain, even anger, we see just one way in which the child within, in an utterly non-verbal, awkward and illogical way, always says the same thing to all the eons together – "I love you."
The Neophyte must be a skeptic in his own faith, always thinking that ours is the method of science and the goal of religion.
The Aspirant should always continually think that every relationship is merely a pale imitation of the authentic Tantra, which is the unity with the Angel.
The body itself is an orgasm of the Sphinx, every sensation hides the phenomenon which the entire cosmos originated from, each and every moment we receive the same information about the Knowledge and Conversation, but our perception refuses to process that information.
Each move of ourselves is a child moving; each step is a step of a child striving for the light. The Neophyte must feel well and, above all, find that child within himself.
Desire is the compensation of the Will, which is mantled in Binah and Malkuth in the same way. In fact, it is fair to say that the moment the Will blew by Binah, it was at the same “moment” that it was found in Malkuth.
The Neophyte is a newcomer, but not because he gets new experiences, but because he gets right experiences and comings
A free man doesn't strive for what he already has, only the prisoner yearns for freedom.
At dawn she is a girl; at noon she is the mother, at midnight she is a a whore. She has no name because she is nowhere. Like Pan is everything, so she is Nothing.
When people observe one same thing, they will all see a different thing.
Therefore, each and every truth that exists for more than a moment is a Qliphoth.
Masturbate, play not with your body but with you mind. Masturbate your mind, let the Universe arrouse you in his own way. You soul is the sexual object of the whole Universe, let the whole Universe arouse itself with your thinking about the same Universe. Your whole Ego is just an echo of the Universe's orgasm.
Persephone is none other than the Probationer; his Oath is Cora's grain of pomegranate. Even knowing the consequences of all this, it would not prevent Cora from tasting the fruit which would permanently tie her to the dark, distant kingdom so far away from home and her mother.
The Scarlet Woman history.