Must Not Understanding Lie Open Unto Wisdom

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

I Did Not Hate God Or Christ, But Merely The God And Christ Of The People Whom I Hated.

There Is A Single Main Definition Of The Object Of All Magical Ritual. It Is The Uniting Of The Microcosm With The Macrocosm. The Supreme And Complete Ritual Is Therefore The Invocation Of The Holy Guardian Angel; Or, In The Language Of Mysticism, Union With God.

Imagine Listening To Beethoven With The Prepossession That C Is A Good Note And F A Bad One; Yet This Is Exactly The Stand Point From Which All Uninitiates Contemplate The Universe. Obviously, They Miss The Music.

Genuine Recollections Almost Invariably Explain Oneself To Oneself. Suppose, For Example, That You Feel An Instinctive Aversion To Some Particular Kind Of Wine. Try As You Will, You Can Find No Reason For It. Suppose When You Explore A Previous Incarnation, You Remember You Died By A Poisoned Administered In A Wine Of That Kind, Your Aversion Is Explained By The Proverb: 'a Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.'