Some shit channeled by Aleister Crowley:
I bear a message. Heaven hath sent the knowledge of a new sweet way into the secret element.
I am born on these blue wings into the essence of the All.
Now, now I stand on the Earth again,
Though, blazing through each nerve and vein,
the light yet holds its choral course,
filling my frame with fiery force,
Like God's. Now hear the Apocalypse
New-fledged on these reluctant lips!
I tremble like an aspen, quiver
Like light upon a rainy river!
Do what thy wilt! is the sole word
Of law that my attainment heard.
Arise, and lay thine hand on God!
Arise, and set a period Unto restriction!
That is sin:
To hold thine holy spirit in!
Oh thou who chafest at thy bars,
Invoke Nuit beneath her stars
With a pure heart (Her incense burned
Of gums and woods, in gold inurned)
And let the serpent therein
A little, and thy soul shall win
To lie within her bosom. Lo!
Thou wouldst give all----and she cries: No!
Take all, and take me! Gather spice
And virgins and great pearls of price!
Worship me in a single robe,
Crowned richly! Girdle of the Globe,
I love thee. Pale and purple, veiled,
Voluptuous, swan silver-sailed,
I love thee. I am drunkenness
Of the inmost sense, my soul's carress
Is toward thee! Let my priestess stand
Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned
By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon
Mine iridescent altar-stone,
And in her love-chant swooningly
Say evermore: To me! To me!
I am the azure-lidded daughter
Of sunset; the all-girdling water;
The naked brilliance of the sky
In the voluptuous night am I!
With song, with jewel, with perfume,
Wake all my rose's blush and bloom!
Drink to me! Love me! I love thee,
My love, my lord---to me! to me!
There is no harshness in the breath
Of this---is life surpassed, and death?
There is the Snake that gives delight
And knowledge, stirs the heart aright
With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine
and draughts of wizard wine!
These do not hurt. Thine hermits dwell
Not in the cold secretive cell,
But under purple canopies
With mighty-breasted mistresses
Magnificent as lionesses---
Tender and terrible caresses!
Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes;
And massed huge hair around them lies.
They lead their hosts to victory:
In every joy they are kings; then see
That secret serpent coiled to spring
And win the world!
Etc...Etc... Yadda yadda
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