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Crowley described the encounter in detail in The Equinox of the Gods, saying that as he sat at his desk in Cairo, the voice of Aiwass came from over his left shoulder in the furthest corner of the room. This voice is described as passionate and hurried, and was "of deep timbre, musical and expressive, its tones solemn, voluptuous, tender, fierce or aught else as suited the moods of the message. Not bass—perhaps a rich tenor or baritone."[8] Further, the voice was devoid of "native or foreign accent".
It really makes little difference in the long run whether The Book of the Law was dictated to [Crowley] by a preterhuman intelligence named Aiwass or whether it stemmed from the creative deeps of Aleister Crowley. The book was written. And he became the mouthpiece for the Zeitgeist, accurately expressing the intrinsic nature of our time as no one else has done to date.
Originally posted by Sahabi
reply to post by Calender
Have you read the book in it's entirety? The book is sourced on Jehovah's Witness News. Is this book legit, or Jehovah Witness propaganda? Just wondering before I invest time and energy into reading it.
pp 149-151.
He calls upon Agnaris, the god of Fire. Swift, subtle, uncertain, he moves forward, his step marked by a scorched footprint. On his head gleams no star, but in place thereof a crown of thin flames. His eyeballs glow
like living coals, his voice is hollow and gusty. The Devas [demons] shrink from his hot breath, all save the lord Satanas, before whose piercing glance Agnaris grows pale and almost disappears. He bids the great Master look to the stars that draw upon their central fires, which struggle to be free. They heave the bed of ocean; they strive to
burst the ribs of earth; the demons cannot restrain their fury.
Agnaris disappears, vanishes in space, and the aerial voice of Prince Owadu is heard. In his realm is a great planet uninhabited, cracked and fissured, deep-seamed and rent by volcanic fire. Deep, jarring, splitting sounds now issue from the center of this desolate orb; it is about to fall to pieces. Its disruption will endanger the earth.
Hesperus is called. He, ranging in the twilight hour along the bounds of day and darkness, beholds with alarm a strange mustering of the Heavenly host. The balance of the worlds is unsettled, the Earth is
threatened with dire catastrophe. Tempests will prevail; a great deluge will come, by the breaking of the last great watery canopy which envelops the Earth, letting in a mighty flood of waters?
A cry of horror burst from all the band, succeeded by a hush of fear. Then like waves that growl above the wreck, outspake Zorabah, darkest and most fierce. He would abandon this troublesome world, leave it to
the wrath of Jehovah; he scorned men, and detested women and children. In his realm, he said, is an untenanted world of exceeding beauty. There, free from the offense odious to himself as to the Lord of Heaven, he would
establish a kingdom greater and more glorious.
But Satanas in wrath rebuked the other. He will yield nothing to the Lord of Heaven; not even shall the approaching marriage be deferred. Naught but utter ruin can change his purpose. He owns the Earth; he holds it by might. If it be destroyed in the fury of the elements, then and not till then, shall it be abandoned. Themselves he defies the
Eternal to destroy! He cannot quench the spark which He Himself has furnished and which surely could not but be immortal like Himself.
He calls upon Agni, and the God of Fire, swift, subtle, uncertain, moves forward, his step marked by a scorched footprint. On his head gleams no star, but in place thereof a crown of thin flames. His eyeballs glow like living coals, his voice is hollow and gusty ; the Devas shrink from his hot breath, all save the Lord Lucifer, before whose piercing glance Agni grows pale and almost disappears. He bids the Great Master look to the stars that draw upon the central fires ; they struggle to be free ; they heave the bed of ocean ; they strive to burst the ribs of earth ; the demons cannot restrain their fury. Agni vanishes, and the aerial voice is heard of Obora, Prince of the Upper Sphere. In his circle is a great planet between the Red World and the Green ; uninhabited, cracked, and fissured, deep- seamed and rent by volcanic fire. Deep, jarring, splitting sounds now issue from the centre of this desolate orb: it is about to fall in pieces. Its disruption will endanger the Earth. And Hesperus is called. He, ranging in the twilight hour along the bounds of day and darkness, beholds with alarm strange mustering of the heavenly host. The balance of the worlds is unsettled, the Wan Planet is threatened with disruption, the Earth with dire convulsion ; fire and tempest will prevail, and a great deluge come by breaking in of water from the sea. A cry of horror burst from all the band, succeeded by the hush of fear. Then like waves that growl above the wreck, out spake Satan, darkest and most fierce. He would abandon this troublesome world, leave it to the wrath of the foe ; he scorned the men, and did detest the women and the children. In the fifth circle is an untenanted world of exceeding beauty : there, free from the offence odious to himself as to the Lord of Heaven, he would establish a kingdom greater and more glorious. But Lucifer in wrath rebuked the other. He will yield nothing to the Lord of Heaven ; not even shall the approaching marriage be deferred; naught but utter ruin can change his purpose. He owns the Earth by conquest, he holds it by might ; if it be destroyed in the fury of the elements, then and not till then shall it be abandoned ; themselves he defies the Eternal to destroy ! He cannot quench the spark that emanates from his own immortal nature.
Besotted fools, he cried, forgetful of our tremendous emprise, wantoning away moments upon which hangs the fate of Eternity, I could hate you as I hate the weak race to which your sensual bodies are enslaved ! Drivelling idiots, leave your women and banqueting. Zamiel and his force have been driven from the Wan Planet, and a strong guard of the enemy, who but this evening left the earth, have taken possession.
The loyal angels had driven the Evil Workers from* the volcanoes of the Wan Planet, and strove to repel Zamiel, now reinforced by the demon host. In the thickest of the fight the towering form of the Light-Bearer flashed forth a blaze that dazzled and scorched all who opposed him.
As I look forth into the night, the answer is given. The storm is over ; the stars are silently climbing the eastern heavens, but as my eyes sweep inquiringly across the serene vault, many familiar objects are wanting. Quenched is one lamp of the Burning Seven, vacant the place of the Wan Planet, and lost forever the bright constellation that madly plunged to outer darkness, sharing the doom of the fallen Star Spirits.
Originally posted by Sahabi
reply to post by Calender
Have you read the book in it's entirety? The book is sourced on Jehovah's Witness News. Is this book legit, or Jehovah Witness propaganda? Just wondering before I invest time and energy into reading it.
Originally posted by ldyserenity
Originally posted by Sahabi
reply to post by Calender
Have you read the book in it's entirety? The book is sourced on Jehovah's Witness News. Is this book legit, or Jehovah Witness propaganda? Just wondering before I invest time and energy into reading it.
Evidently it's propaganda just read the forward, it's all about how women are evil, and weak, and proposed to easily being seduced (cough cough) AS IF men aren't...in short crippity crap crap!!!!!
Anti women spewing venom, and written by a womanedit on 8-11-2010 by ldyserenity because: (no reason given)
According to legend the scribe was a monk who broke his monastic vows and was sentenced to be walled up alive. In order to forbear this harsh penalty he promised to create in one single night a book to glorify the monastery forever, including all human knowledge. Near midnight he became sure that he could not complete this task alone, so he made a special prayer, not addressed to God but to the fallen archangel Lucifer,