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?
About the nature of Genius
Category: Occultism
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.
On Dreams
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.
Three great Lights
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
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.
Superior’s task
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.
Liber Pyramidos
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 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.
Clockwork
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.
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∴
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.
Superior
Teaching is the best way of learning. The role of the Superior is to be a fellow sufferer, a wandering companion, a witness of the sacred act of the Oath which Student undertakes.
About Grades denotement
Every movement of Genius is accompanied by authenticity, from the way of his speech, walking, and even so corrupt things such as tics; it seems that the authenticity of Genius is magnificent in things that an ordinary man would suffer in the eyes of critics.
On certain words within the A∴A∴ and on some considerations about the formula of a Neophyte
Above all, one should take into account that M....M is not a word but a formula, that only represents or resembles a subtle inner story, and in its proper form it is necessary to get it from yours Zelator.
Frater 273 | Reflections on Thelema 