Vibration is a signpost to the stars. It does not carry energy in itself; on the contrary, it carries consciousness and serves only to direct energy, which in that case, unmistakably runs toward the field of action.
In the life of the Neophyte, there is a special place in the exploration of visions, but he must not equate it with the experience of the astral projection or the projection of the body of light.
Draw the Sign of the Beast above your head. First, a full circle (shout NUIT), then a dot (say HADIT), and finally, a cross (vibrate RA-HOOR-KHUIT).
Draw a heptagram (with mano in fica) starting from the second B (see the A∴A∴ sigil).
Every magical retreat is a true reflection of the Aspirant’s inventiveness and courage. Yet, it is not whether he will have the courage to implement it or not – it is something completely different, the courage to construct the whole work for himself.
All our trouble is that with the occult arts, we try bypassing something that is an entirely open channel in itself. It has taken so much time during which we have been really unable to say what is going on in our brains during quite ordinary things; apart from being able to perceive certain reactions, we are unable to answer how and why processes occur within the mind, and how certain information is processed and stored.
Both shadow and fear in a lucid dream are always and only routes to the Angel who tells us where to go – if we dare and if we find courage and Will.
Success in the complete transfer of consciousness to the astral body is something that is very rare in occult work, and it can be said that this technique is both simple and impossible to perform.
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.
We really have an objection; the Enochian realms are high for one simple reason, for we are utterly incapable of peering into our own depths.
The Neophyte is a newcomer, but not because he gets new experiences. Rather, it is because he gets right experiences.
The symbol is Daedalus, while the sigil is Icarus – he is given wings that he uses so freely, but flying towards the Self that same Self knocks him down; the rational mind looks down on him and sends him into oblivion, he falls into the sea disappearing in the waves for good.
The author of Tarot is not the one who drew it but the one who holds it.
There are only a few more practical tips related to the mantra; when you repeat it, imagine there is a dark cave in the center of the chakra.
This is certainly something like wrestling between Jacob and the Angel, while cunningly saying to himself "How great I am to wrestle with an angel," at the same time being afraid and refusing to wrestle with any material opponent.
He must understand that both him, his vision, and his eyes are only a part of one and the same apparatus, and even when he has completely failed, it is precisely the desire of that mechanism to manifest in this way.
I am vibrating names, and passing through. I show up on a single leaf of a tree. I am so tiny; in front of me, there is a drop of some liquid, actually dew, sliding down that leaf.
As you move, so does the Robe move – it is one movement and one Will, inasmuch as the Angel and the Aspirant are One.
There is nothing so effective as the nature of silence; the full effect of the ritual is only after its last word, never during the performance.
The Motto is a metaphor of Will. Choosing the Motto is the Aspirant's first attempt of the Great Work.
The relationship between the Motto and the Angel is the same relationship between the Aspirant and the Motto. In every present which continually exists in the same way, the Aspirant, the Motto, and the Angel are one and the same thing.
The essence of Liber Resh is not in a single execution, like it may be in Samekh, but in constant, daily repetition, even when you are not aware of progress, to remind you what awaits you at the end of the Path. It reminds you of golden Tiphareth, gently and continuously.
All your Grades, all Oaths, tasks and achievements are just a mere fantasy of the Self which lies in its Pyramid. And all the time while you project this, dreaming quietly in the tomb, your soul rushes toward stars; yea, your soul rushes towards stars.
Hail! Asi! Hail, Hoor-Apep! Let
The Silence speech beget!
There are two types of diaries. The first type, which, for many, serves as a reminder. And another, which for a few serves as a testimony. The former is a gift of the most precious kind, making the Aspirant see that every record in the Diary is one and the same dialogue between him and his God; each entry is a description of always the same thing but in countless other languages, as each event is actually just one of the infinite numbers of anagrams of the name of his Angel.