THE CRY OF THE THIRTIETH OR INMOST AIRE OR AETHYR,
WHICH IS CALLED TEX
I AM in a vast crystal cube in the form of the Great God Harpocrates.
This
cube is surrounded by a sphere. About me are four archangels in black
robes,
their wings and armour lined out in white.
In the North is a book on whose back and front are A.M.B.Z. in Enochian
characters.
Within it is written:
I AM, the surrounding of the four.
Lift up your heads, O Houses of Eternity: for my Father goeth forth to
judge the World. One Light, let it become a thousand, and one sword ten
thousand, that no man hide him from my Father's eye in the Day of Judgment
of
my God. Let the Gods hide themselves: let the Angels be troubled and flee
away: for the Eye of My Father is open, and the Book of the Aeons is
fallen.
Arise! Arise! Arise! Let the Light of the Sight of Time be
extinguished:
let the Darkness cover all things: for my Father goeth forth to seek a
spouse
to replace her who is fallen and defiled.
Seal the book with the seals of the Stars Concealed: for the Rivers
have rushed together and the Name YHVH is broken in a thousand
pieces (against the Cubic Stone).
Tremble ye, O Pillars of the Universe, for Eternity is in travail of a
Terrible Child; she shall bring forth an universe of Darkness, whence
shall
leap forth a spark that shall put his father to flight.
The Obelisks are broken; the stars have rushed together: the Light hath
plunged into the Abyss: the Heavens are mixed with Hell.
My Father shall not hear their Noise: His ears are closed: His eyes
are
covered with the clouds of Night.
The End! the End! the End: For the Eye of Shiva He hath opened: the
Universe is naked before Him: for the Aeon of Saturn leaneth toward the
Bosom
of Death.
{Illustration on page 4 described:
This is an isosceles triangle with height about 7 times the base. It
extends with base on a true vertical from the left. A line extends
vertically
upward from the apex, equal to the length of the base. A trefoliate of
three
isosceles triangles of base slightly smaller than the first triangle and
sides
equal to the first triangle is created at the upper tip of the line. The
tree
component triangles of the terfolate meet the upper tip of the line with
their
apices --- one vertically and two to right and left.}
The Angel of the East hath a book of red written in letters of Blue
A.B.F.M.A. in Enochian. The Book grows before my eyes and filleth the
Whole
Heaven.
Within: "It is Written, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord Thy God."
I see above the Book a multitude of white-robed Ones from whom droppeth
a
great rain of Blood; but above them is a Golden Sun, having an eye, whence
a
great Light.
I turned me to the South: and read therein:
Seal up the Book! Speak not that which thou seest and reveal it unto
none: for the ear is not framed that shall hear it: nor the tongue that
can
speak it!
O Lord God, blessed, blessed, blessed be Thou for ever!
Thy Shadow is as great Light.
Thy Name is as the Breath of Love across all Worlds.
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(A vast Svastika is shewn unto me behind the Angel with the Book.)
Rend your garments, O ye clouds! Uncover yourselves! for the Love of
My
Son!
Who are they that trouble thee?
Who are they that slew thee?
O Light! Come thou, who art joined with me to bruise the Dragon's
head.
We, who are wedded, and the Earth perceiveth it not!
O that Our Bed were seen of Men, that they might rejoice in My
Fertility:
that My Sister might partake of My Great Light.
O Light of God, when wilt thou find the heart of man --- write not! I
would not that men know the Sorrow of my Heart, Amen!
I turned me to the West, and the Archangel bore a flaming Book, on
which
was written AN in Enochian. Within was drawn a fiery scorpion, yet cold
withal.
Until the Book of the East be opened!
Until the hour sound!
Until the Voice vibrate!
Until it pierce my Depth;
Look not on High!
Look not Beneath!
For thou wilt find a life which is as Death: or a Death which
should be
infinite.
For Thou art submitted to the Four: Five thou shalt find, but Seven is
lone
and far.
O Lord God, let Thy Spirit hither unto me!
For I am lost in the night of infinite pain: no hope: no God: no
resurrection: no end: I fall: I fear.
O Saviour of the World, bruise Thou my Head with Thy foot to save the
world, that once again I touch Him whom I slew, that in my death I feel
the
radiance and the heat of the moving of Thy Robes!
Let us alone! What have we to do with Thee, Thou Jesus of Nazareth?
Go! Go!
If I keep silence --- Or if I speak each word is anguish without hope.
And I heard the Aethyr cry aloud "Return! Return! Return! For the
work
is ended; and the Book is shut; and let the glory be to God the Blessed
for
ever in the Aeons, Amen." Thus far is the voice of TEX and no more.