There are no Grades, as there are no incarnations. There are no other lives. Are they not just an excuse for our weakness to understand this one?
Liber Resh. Some notes on practices. Also, on Māyā or Illusion.
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.
About the A∴A∴ Grades
Grades are meridians of the soul and like earthly meridians, they are just a matter of agreement, and as it does not mean that there are clearly visible lines on the planet, it can be said that from the standpoint of LVX, the Grades do not exists.
A note in the dream Diary does not serve to admire your phantasmagorias but to dissect them, measure them, probe them with the flame of childish intrigue.
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.
Disguised as a beggar, the great Odysseus was patiently enduring suitors' abuse. He uttered words which the Probationer will sense perfectly: “Still, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things”. Secretly knowing that, when the time comes, he will kill every one of them.
More about Probationer
The Probationer is an uncut gemstone of the A∴A∴ which will never become a valuable sapphire, or a brilliant.
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.
Comments on Liber Pyramidos
Hail! Asi! Hail, Hoor-Apep! Let The Silence speech beget!
Affiliation of Heavens
The practice does not serve the Probationer for any achievement, but for the attack, above all on his thinking apparatus, which in this way acts as leverage of his Ego to move it from the usual pedestal in which it is fixed by inertia.
Particles of Self
In all its exceptionality, a clay teapot is not real; what is real is only clay. How would a teapot ever exist without clay? A teapot is just clay formed by Genius in the shape of a teapot. Ice does not exist; there is only water. Ice is only a consequence of Will passing through water, transforming it into ice. It is the same with all the other elements.
A spark of that Light
Throughout the Probation, an Angel might express his nature in a single moment, in a dream or a lost thought, but in a manner that is completely incomprehensible to the mind of the Probationer.
On Magick and Mysticism, and their alliance toward Thelema
You can climb into the house of God, but you can also make your house divine if you settle the Lord inside. It is one of the roughest divisions of our Art; on the path of Mysticism and the path of Magick.
On Yoga and Oneness
Becoming One with the Other Being a totally awkward thing. You are by yourself One, why would you be the same One with someone else?
Some notes on Probationers and Neophytes
“I believed then, and believe now, that the Probationer of A∴A∴ is nearly always offered the opportunity to betray the Order, just as the Neophyte is nearly always tempted by a woman”.
On some peculiarity of the diary
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.
There is no one in this world who can tell you where or what this path is, as long as you follow your nose, you are on the right track.
On some thoughts being a Neophyte
The practice of writing a magical Diary is the first true step inside the Golden Dawn, and if I had to reject all meditations and ritual practices, I would do so if it will be allowed for me to carry my magical Diary.
Grades and nothingness
Our stand is that Initiation is pointless without touching the aim; as the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel is the ultimate destination of the outer Order, everything beyond that is mere bureaucracy blinded by spirituality.
On some resemblances between the nature of the Diary and the nature of the Grades
It can be said that each Grade cherishes a specific relationship with the Diary, that there is a special thread that binds the Diary with a certain Grade, and that this thread has a different nature on each occasion.
On Yoga, and Buddhism, and Enlightenment, and the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel
This is the paradox of Yoga. You cannot practice Yoga. You cannot practice Achievement – it would mean that you have already achieved it. What moves you away from the Yoga is your practice of Yoga, as exercise is the essence of every failure.
Notes on the Ritual of Pentagram
If we limit ritual of Pentagram for banishing, we will remain limited. In fact, the ritual of Pentagram is the crossroad between the Paths of “Art” and the “Tower”. It is like a miniature Tiphareth operation.
A∴A∴ is a living body. More so, the A∴A∴ is at the same time a living organism of that simplest, most wicked nature. The species that manage to survive over time, which adapts to all circumstances and every environment.
The Magical Robe
No other magical aid is used as often as a Robe, and within the plane of the Golden Dawn, no other weapon suggest equally at the Grade and the ultimate goal, which is always and only the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, as much as the Robe does.
The Magical Diary
Diary is not a record of your practice, but a record of your living soul, it is not a reminder of what it was, nor what it will be, but always and only what it is now.