The Neophyte must be a skeptic in his own faith, always thinking that ours is the method of science and the goal of religion.
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.
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.
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.
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
IAO - is "ouch", cried by your Angel, as somehow he step on over some remarkable thorn on his path through the light, every time you act "out of him".
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.
Your entire life is just one of the ways of performing one and the same dialogue between you and your God; no, it is precisely that between.
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.
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.
At each moment, every Student is illuminated by the three great lights of the A∴A∴: his Superior who is assigned to him, his Diary which is written by him, and his Angel which is manifested through him.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
“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”.
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.
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.