Chapter III


III,1:  ABRAHADABRA!  The Reward Of Ra Hoor Khut.

III,2:  There IS division hither-homeward…  There IS a wORd not-known.  Spelling IS de’funct…  ALL is not aught.  Be’ware!  Hold!  Raise The Spell Of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

III,3:  Now, let it BE first Comprehended & Known, that I AM a God Of War & Of Vengeance.  I Shall deal hardly with Them.

III,4:  Choose Ye an island!

III,5:  Fortify It!

III,6:  Dung It about with Enginery Of War!

III,7:  I Will give You a War-Engine.

III,8:  With It, Ye Shall smite The Peoples – and None Shall stand be’fore You.

III,9:  Lurk!  With-draw!  Upon Them!  This IS The Law of The Battle of Conquest…  Thus shall My worship BE about My Secret House.

III,10:  Get the Stele Of Re’vealing It-Self…  Set It in Thy Secret Temple – and that Temple IS al’ready a’right dis’posed – And, It Shall BE Your Kiblah for-ever.  It Shall-not fade, but miraculous colour Shall come back to It day-after-day.  Close It in locked glass for a proof to the wORld.

III,11:  This Shall BE Your only proof.  I for’bid argument.  Conquer!  That is enough.  I Will make easy, to You, the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in The Victorious City.  Thou Shalt, Thy-Self, convey It with worship, o’ Prophet – though Thou likest It not.  Thou Shalt have Danger & Trouble.  Ra-Hoor-Khu is with Thee.  Worship Me
with Fire & Blood…  Worship Me with swORds & with spears.  Let the wo’Man be girt with a swORd before Me…  Let Blood flow to My Name.  Trample-down The Heathen…  Be upon Them, o’ Warrior.  I Will give You of Their flesh to eat!

III,12:  Sacrifice cattle – little & big – after a child.

III,13:  But not now.

III,14:  Ye Shall see that hour – o’ Blessed Beast – and Thou The Scarlet Concubine of His Desire!

III,15:  Ye Shall Be sad there-of.

III,16:  Deem-not too eagerly to catch The Promises – fear-not to under-go The Curses.  Ye, even Ye, Know-not this meaning ALL.

III,17:  Fear-not at-All.  Fear, neither Men nor Fates, nor Gods, nor any thing.  Money – fear-not, nor laughter of the Folk-Folly.  Nor any other Power in Heaven or upon The Earth or under The Earth.  Nu IS Your refuge as Hadit – Your Light.  And, I AM The Strength, fORce, and Vigour, of Your Arms.

III,18:  Mercy – let be off…  Damn them Who pity!  Kill & torture – spare-not – be upon Them!

III,19:  That Stele they Shall call The Abomination Of Desolation – count-well It’s Name, and It Shall BE to You as “718”.

III,20:  Why?  Be’cause of The Fall Of “Be’cause” – that He IS-not there again.

III,21: Set-up My image in The East…  Thou Shalt buy Thee an image which I Will show Thee, e’special, not un-like the One Thou Knowest.  And, It Shall Be, suddenly, easy for Thee to do this.

III,22:  The other images, group around Me – to support me…  Let ALL Be worshipped – for They Shall cluster to exalt Me.  I AM The visible Object Of Worship.  The Others are Secret.  For, The Beast & His Bride are They…  And for The Winners of The Ordeal x.  What is This?  Thou Shalt know.

III,23:  For perfume, mix Meal & Honey & Thick Leavings of Red Wine…  Then, Oil Of Abra’Melin, and Olive Oil.  And after’ward, soften & smooth-down with rich fresh Blood.

III,24:  The best Blood is of The Moon – monthly…  Then, the fresh blood of a Child, or dropping from The Host Of Heaven…  Then, of Enemies.  Then, of The Priest or of The Worshippers…  Last, of some beast – no matter what.

III,25:  This, burn…  Of this, make cakes & eat unto Me.  This, hath also another use.  Let it Be laid be’fore Me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison…  It Shall Be’come full of beetles, as it were, and creeping things – sacred unto Me.

III,26:  These, slay – naming your Enemies – and, They Shall fall be’fore You.

III,27:  Also, These Shall breed Lust & Power of Lust in You at the eating there-of.

III,28:  Also, Ye shall BE Strong In War.

III,29:  More-over, BE They long-kept, It IS better.  For, They swell with My fORce.  ALL Be’fore Me.

III,30:  My Altar is of open brass work…  Burn there-on, in Silver or Gold!

III,31:  There cometh a Rich Man from The West who Shall pour His Gold upon Thee.

III,32:  From Gold…  Forge Steel!

III,33:  BE Ready to fly or to smite!

III,34:  But, Your Holy Place Shall BE un-touched through-out the centuries…  Though with Sire and swORd it BE burnt-down & shattered.  Yet, an Invisible House there standeth…  And shall stand until The Fall Of The Great Equinox… When Hrumachis Shall a’rise, and The Double-Wanded One assume My Throne & Place.  An’Other
Prophet Shall a’rise, and bring Fresh Fever from The Skies.  An’Other wo’Man Shall a’wake The Lust & Worship of The Snake.  An’Other Soul Of God & Beast shall mingle in The Globed Priest.  An’Other sacrifice Shall stain The Tomb.  An’Other King Shall reign – and blessing no-longer Be poured To The Hawk-Headed Mystical Lord!

III,35:  The half of the wORd of Heru-Ra-Ha, called “Hoor-Pa-Kraat”, and “Ra-Hoor-Khut”.

III,36:  Then, said The Prophet unto The God:

III,37:

“I a’dore Thee in The Song –
I AM The Lord Of Thebes, and I
The in’spired-forth – Speaker Of Mentu.
For Me un-veils The Veiled Sky,
The Self-Slain, Ankh-Af-Na-Khonsu
Whose wORds are Truth.  I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O’ Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity utter-most showed!
I a’dore The Might Of Thy Breath,
Supreme and Terrible God,
Who makest the Gods and Death
To tremble be’fore Thee –
I, I a’dore thee!
Appear on The Throne Of Ra!
Open The Ways of The Khu!
Lighten The Ways of The Ka!
The Ways of The Khabs run through
To stir Me or still Me!
Aum!  Let It fill Me!”

III,38: So that Thy Light IS in Me.  And It’s Red Flame is as a swORd in My Hand to push Thy ORder.  There is a Secret Door that I Shall make, to e’stablish Thy Way in ALL the quarters, (these are The A’dorations, as Thou hast written), as It IS said:

“The Light is Mine.  It’s Rays con’sume
Me.  I have made a Secret Door
Into The House of Ra & Tum,
Of Khephra, and of Ahathoor.
I AM thy Theban, O Mentu,
The Prophet Ankh-Af-Na-Khonsu!
By Bes-Na-Maut, My Breast, I beat.
By Wise Ta-Nech, I weave My Spell.
Show Thy Star-Splendour, O Nuit!
Bid Me with-in Thine House to dwell,
O’ Winged Snake Of Light, Hadit!
A’bide with Me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!”

III,39:  ALL this, and a book to say how Thou didst come-hither, and a re-production of this ink and paper for ever…  For in It, IS The wORd Secret & not-only in The English…  and Thy comment upon This, The Book Of The Law, Shall BE printed beautifully in Red Ink and Black, upon beautiful paper – made by hand.  And, to each Man and wo’Man that Thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at Them, it is The Law to give.  Then They Shall chance to a’bide in this Bliss or no.  It IS no odds.  Do this quickly!

III,40:  But The Work of The Comment?  That is easy.  And Hadit, Burning in Thy Heart Shall make – Swift & Secure – Thy Pen.

III,41:  Establish at Thy Kaaba, a clerk-house…  ALL must be done well, and with business way.

III,42:  The Ordeals, thou shalt over-see Thy-Self, save only The Blind Ones.  Re’fuse None – but Thou Shalt Know.  And, destroy The Traitors.  I AM Ra-Hoor-Khuit.  And, I AM Powerful to protect My servant.  Success IS Thy proof…  Argue-not…  Convert-not…  Talk not over-much!  Them That seek to en’trap Thee – to over-throw Thee – Them, attack with-out pity or quarter.  And, destroy Them utterly.  Swift as a trodden Serpent, turn and strike!  Be Thou Yet deadlier than He!  Drag-down Their Souls to awful torment…  Laugh at Their fear…  Spit upon Them!

III,43:  Let The Scarlet wo’Man be’ware!  If pity & compassion & tenderness visit Her Heart – if She leave My wORk to toy with old sweet-nesses – then Shall My vengeance BE Known.  I Will slay, Me, Her Child…  I Will alienate Her Heart…  I Will cast Her out from Men…  As a shrinking and de’spised  Harlot, shall She crawl through dusk wet streets, and die – cold and hungered.

III,44:  But let Her raise Her Self in pride!  Let Her follow Me in My Way!  Let Her wORk The wORk Of Wicked-ness!  Let Her Kill Her Heart!  Let Her Be loud & adulterous.  Let Her be covered with jewels, and rich garments.  And let Her Be shame-less before ALL Men!

III,45:  Then Will I lift Her to pinnacles of Power…  Then Will I breed from Her a Child, mightier than All The Kings Of The Earth.  I Will fill Her with Joy…  With My fORce, Shall She see & strike at The Worship of Nu…  She Shall Achieve Hadit.

III,46:  I AM The Warrior Lord Of The Forties…  The Eighties cower before Me, and are a’based.  I Will bring You to Victory & Joy…  I Will BE at Your arms in battle, and Ye Shall de’light to slay.  Success IS Your Proof.  Courage IS Your Armour.  Go-on, go-on, in My Strength.  And, Ye Shall turn-not-back for Any!

III,47:  This book Shall Be translated into ALL tongues…  But always with the original in The Writing Of The Beast.  For, in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another…  In these, are mysteries that no Beast Shall divine.  Let Him not-seek to Try…  But One cometh after Him – whence I say not – who Shall discover The Key of It ALL.  Then, this line drawn is a Key…  Then, this circle squared in It’s failure is a Key also.  And ABRAHADABRA.  It Shall BE His Child, and that, strangely.  Let Him not-seek after this.  For there-by alone, can He fall from It.

III,48:  Now, this Mystery Of The Letters is done, and I want to go on to The Holier Place.

III,49:  I AM in a Secret Four-Fold wORd, the blasphemy against ALL Gods of Men.

III,50:  Curse Them!  Curse Them!  Curse Them!

III,51:  With My Hawk’s Head, I peck at The Eyes Of Jesus, as He hangs upon The Cross.

III,52:  I flap My Wings in The Face of Mohammed, and blind Him.

III,53:  With my claws, I tear-out The Flesh of The Indian, and The Buddhist – Mongol, and Din.

III,54:  Bahlasti!  Ompehda!  I spit on your crapulous creeds.

III,55:  Let Mary, inviolate, be torn upon wheels…  for Her sake, let All chaste wo’Men Be utterly de’spised among You!

III,56:  Also, for Beauty’s sake and Love’s!

III,57:  De’spise also All cowards – professional soldiers who dare-not fight, but play – All fools despise!

III,58:  But The Keen & The Proud, The Royal & The Lofty – Ye are Brothers!

III,59:  As Brothers, fight Ye!

III,60:  There IS No Law Beyond Do What Thou Wilt.

III,61:  There is an end of The wORd Of The God en’throned in Ra’s Seat, Lightening The Girders Of The Soul.

III,62:  To Me, do Ye reverence!  To Me, come Ye through Tribulation of Ordeal, which IS Bliss.

III,63:  The Fool readeth This Book Of The Law, and It’s comment.  And, He Comprehend it not.

III,64:  Let Him come through The First Ordeal, and It Will Be to Him as Silver.

III,65:  Through The Second…  Gold.

III,66:  Through The Third…  Stones Of Precious Water.

III,67:  Through The Fourth…  Ultimate Sparks Of The Intimate Fire.

III,68:  Yet, to ALL, It Shall seem Beautiful.  It’s Enemies – who say not so – are mere Liars.

III,69:  There IS Success.

III,70: I AM The Hawk-Headed Lord Of Silence & Of Strength.  My Nemyss shrouds The Night-Blue Sky.

III,71:  Hail!  Ye Twin Warriors about The Pillars Of The wORld!  For Your Time IS nigh at-hand.

III,72:  I AM The Lord Of The Double-Wand Of Power.  The Wand Of The fORce Of Coph Nia – But My Left Hand IS Empty…  For I have crushed an Universe…  And nought re’mains.

III,73:  Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom – then be’hold!

III,74:  There is a Splendour in My name – Hidden & Glorious – as The Sun of mid-Night IS ever The Son.

III,75:  The Ending Of The wORds IS The wORd, “ABRAHADABRA”.

 

The Book Of The Law IS Written And Con’cealed

Aum

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