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.
You are the supreme example of a magical link toward your Angel, with whom you are always the one and the same thing.
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
Probationer is required to learn one chapter by heart, but there is something of at least the same importance.
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".
All past and future times, all of them are before his Pyramid, for only eternal now is left inside.
The true crown of achievement is not to remain a child, but to become a child.
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.
As you move, so does the Robe move – it is one movement and one Will, inasmuch as the Angel and the Aspirant are One.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.