Now that I am come to myself, I yearn in ageless sorrow for

that which I am so little able to attain. I bleed inwardly, so

that my passion traces in my flesh the words of the cry that I

cannot utter aloud, the call of the Soul to the Soul of the

Master, to be made one with Him.

To answer that, He sendeth forth His Will, that, casting

shadows on the clouds of Life, may be half read by him whose eyes

are lightened enough by the manhood of his love.

Thus then do I learn how best to make myself fit to fulfil

my Life, in the Life of the Master, and offer my blood to His


Know Naught!

All ways are lawful to Innocence.

Pure folly is the Key to Initiation.

Silence breaks into Rapture.

Be neither man nor woman, but both in one.

Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to

bear the Lance and Graal!

Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter

awaits thee.


The True Self is the meaning of the True Will: know Thyself

through Thy Way!

Calculate well the Formula of Thy Way!

Create freely; absorb joyously; divide intently; consolidate


Work thou, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent, in and for



Purity is to live only to the Highest; and the Highest is

All: be thou as Artemis to Pan!

Read thou in the "Book of the Law", and break through the

veil of the Virgin!


This is the Harmony of the Universe, that Love unites the

Will to create with the Understanding of that Creation:

understand thou thine own Will!

Love and let love! Rejoice in every shape of love, and get

thy rapture and thy nourishment thereof!


Pour water on thyself: thus shalt thou be a Fountain to the


Find thou thyself in every Star!

Achieve thou every possibility!


Offer thyself Virgin to the Knowledge and Conversation of

thine Holy Guardian Angel!

All else is a snare.

Be thou athlete with the eight limbs of Yoga; for without

these thou are not disciplined for any fight.


The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine

own Soul! hear thou it!

Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of

Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence!


The issue of the Vulture, Two-in-One, conveyed; this is the

chariot of Power.

TRINC: The last oracle!


Balance against each thought its exact opposite!

For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Illusion.


Wander alone; bearing the Light and thy Staff!

And be the Light so bright that no man seeth thee!

Be not moved by aught without or within: keep Silence in all



Follow thy Fortune, careless where it lead thee!

The axle moveth not: attain thou that!


Mitigate Energy with Love; but let Love devour all things.

Worship the name _______*, foursquare, mystic, wonderful,

and the name of His House 418. (This Name to be communicated to

those worthy of that Initiation.)


Let not the waters wheron thou journeyest wet thee! And,

being come to shore, plant thou the Vine and rejoice without



The Universe is Change: every Change is the effect of an Act

of Love; all Acts of Love contain Pure Joy. Die daily!

Death is the apex of one curve of the snake Life: behold all

opposites as necessary complements, and rejoice!


Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and

lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase?

Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing

each to its true token of Perfection!

Dissolve the Pearl in the Wine-cup: drink, and make manifest

the Virtue of that Pearl!


With thy right Eye create all for thyself, and with the left

accept all that be created otherwise!


Break down the fortress of thine Individual Self, that thy

Truth may spring free from the ruins!


Use all thine energy to rule thy thought: burn up thy

thought as the Phoenix!


Let the Illusion of the World pass over thee, unheeded, as

thou goest from the Midnight to the Morning!


Give forth thy light to all without doubt: the clouds and

shadows are no matter for thee.

Make Speech and Silence, Energy and Stillness, twin forms of

thy play!


Be every Act an Act of Love and Worship!

Be every Act the Fiat of a God!

Be every Act a Source of radiant Glory!


Treat time and all conditions of Event as Servants of thy

Will, appointed to present the Universe to thee in the form of

thy Plan.

And: blessing and worship to the prophet of the lovely Star!

The shadows suddenly faded as the clouds vanished from the

sky; and there is no more writing on the Heavens, for that which

was written was graven upon mine Heart.

LIGHT is throned in the Heart of the Master, so that he

thinks no evil. For in that Light all is Truth.

Falsehood is but a function of the conditions of Time and

Space, and the idea of evil comes only from perceiving the

oppositions which are transcended by Truth. So each thing that is

hath its root in Necessity; were the least of these lost, the

whole Work should be marred.

LIFE wells in the Heart of the Master; Death is but the

Systole of that marvelous pulse.

Faint are the phantoms of Illusion; these, seized on by that

vivid stream, thrill and throb with the glow of his reality; he

leaves no possible form inane or inert; in him do all partake the

sacrament of birth to Truth.

LIBERTY leaps in the Heart of the Master; for every man and

every woman is a star. Each follows, free and joyful, its own

Will; for every Will alike has its essential function in the

rhythm of the Heart of the Master. No star can stray from its

self-chosen course: for in the infinite soul of space all ways

are endless, all-embracing: perfect.

LOVE burns in the Heart of the Master: he, seeing only God

in every thing, with the white flame of worship purges it of all

its fancied imperfection. His boundless adoration kindles space

itself, leaving no void that is not compassed by his passion.

By virtue of his LAW he floods each thought with love, and

marries it in turn to every other thought; and of each bridal

night the fruits are twin, the Rapture of Silence, and some new

World unguessed of Phantasy; of these behold one grim and one

grotesque, this lyric and that lordly, the grievous and the

gracious equal in His sight, for they know neither limit nor let

in the infinite variety of their Beauty, making new Harmonies

with every hour, beyond belief for Joy.


Now comes the sound as of the fall of snow-flakes and rose-

petals: it is the twinkling of the feet of a young maiden


And the music is the whisper of the Wind among the pines

upon the Hill; and that is the breath of the Pan-pipe in the

mouth of the Master.

And, all in one, it is the Universe in manifestation.

Also; I hear the Seven-fold Song thereof.


By Wisdom forms He matter and space and time,

Experience to sublime.

By Virtue spends He His own life through all;

Mercy majestical.

By Energy revolves He all in stress

Of Change, the limitless.

By Order gathers He the worlds of Light

In Beauty infinite.