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.
The Angel is not in you, above you, or inside you. He is precisely in this transmission, in that state between, he arises a moment after the perception of each of these letters, coming out as formed and embodied knowledge.
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.
The Aspirant should always continually think that every relationship is merely a pale imitation of the authentic Tantra, which is the unity with the Angel.
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.
A free man doesn't strive for what he already has, only the prisoner yearns for freedom.
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".
At the very beginning of Star Ruby; aspirant is dashing down the hand with a great sweep back and out, crying: "Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos!".
At dawn she is a girl; at noon she is the mother, at midnight she is a a whore. She has no name because she is nowhere. Like Pan is everything, so she is Nothing.
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.
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.
What defines a Genius is his authenticity, his exceptionality which exceeds all standards of taste and mediocrity, to the extent that the worst vulgarity in his possession easily becomes an object of the highest divine providence.
There is nothing so effective as the nature of silence; the full effect of the ritual is only after its last word, never during the performance.
Frater 273 | Reflections on Thelema 