The A∴A∴ is certainly not, neither will ever be a Thelemic order, but a pan-æonic, all-pervading, omnipresent. Like cosmic void, in which there is neither morning nor dusk, its spreading is not framed by the loom of time nor space. Moreover, its movement is always as its nature is everywhere. The Dawn of the New Æon will never experience its afternoon as long as we proclaim it as New.
Interesting things happen when you observe the darkness, in the same way as when we stares in the mirror, the essence is to look with the peripheral view and let everything be covered by a dim cobweb, which is a purely physiological effect.
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.
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 the peculiarity of this place lies in one straightforward fact, though the Aspirant refuses to accept it, which is that he learns a lot more from the Student than from his own Superior.
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.
Meditation for the soul is what masturbation is for the body; both things are identically related to the idea of enjoying the Self.
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.
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 first thing to do with a sigil once it has been constructed is to do nothing. It is work exactly which causes the turbulence of our censor of reality and self-regulatory abolition of enthusiasm – neurosis.
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 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.
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.