Book 4 Part II Magick.pdf
Book 4 Part II Magick.pdf Book 4 Part II Magick.pdf
90 dense physical substance which is imbibed by Mercury for his fixation; but here as always we should prefer the more spiritual interpretation. Bye, Baby Bunting! Daddy’s gone a-hunting. He’s gone to get a rabbit-skin To wrap my Baby Bunting in. This is a mystical charge to the new-born soul to keep still, to remain steadfast in meditation; for in Bye, Beth is the letter of thought, Yod that of the Hermit. It tells the soul that the Father of All will clothe him about with His own majestical silence. For is not the rabbit he “who lay low and said nuffin’ ”? Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man! Bake me a cake as fast as you can! Pat it and prick it and mark it with P! Bake it in the oven for baby and me! This rime is usually accompanied (even to-day in the nursery) with a ceremonial clapping of ahnds—the symbol of Samadhi. Compare what is said on this subject in our comment on the famous “Advent” passage in Thessalonians. The cake is of course the bread of the sacrament, and it would ill become Frater P. to comment upon the third line—though it may be
91 remarked that even among the Catholics the wafer has always been marked with a phallus or cross. Note by SOROR VIRAKAM. (Nearly midnight. At this moment we stopped dictating, and began to converse. Then Fra. P. said: “Oh, if I could only dictate a book like the Tao Teh King!” Then he closed his eyes as if meditating. Just before I had noticed a change in his face, most extraordinary, as if he were no longer the same person; in fact the ten minutes we were talking he seemed to be any number of different people. I especially noticed the pupils of his eyes were so enlarged that the entire eye seemed black. (I tremble so and have such a quaking feling inside, simply in thinking of last night, that I can’t form letters.) Then quite slowly the entire room filled with a thick yellow light (deep golden, but not brilliant. I mean not dazzling, but soft). Fra. P. looked like a person I had never seen but seemed to know quite well—his face, clothes, and all were of this same yellow. I was so disturbed that I looked up to the ceiling to see what caused the light, but could only see the candles. Then the chair on which he was sat seemed to rise; it was like a throne, and he seemed to be either dead or sleeping, but it was certainly no longer Fra. P. This frightened me, and I tried to understand by looking round the room;
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remarked that even among the Catholics the wafer has always been<br />
marked with a phallus or cross.<br />
Note by SOROR VIRAKAM.<br />
(Nearly midnight. At this moment we stopped dictating, and began to<br />
converse. Then Fra. P. said: “Oh, if I could only dictate a book like the<br />
Tao Teh King!” Then he closed his eyes as if meditating. Just before I<br />
had noticed a change in his face, most extraordinary, as if he were no<br />
longer the same person; in fact the ten minutes we were talking he<br />
seemed to be any number of different people. I especially noticed the<br />
pupils of his eyes were so enlarged that the entire eye seemed black. (I<br />
tremble so and have such a quaking feling inside, simply in thinking of<br />
last night, that I can’t form letters.) Then quite slowly the entire room<br />
filled with a thick yellow light (deep golden, but not brilliant. I mean<br />
not dazzling, but soft). Fra. P. looked like a person I had never seen but<br />
seemed to know quite well—his face, clothes, and all were of this same<br />
yellow. I was so disturbed that I looked up to the ceiling to see what<br />
caused the light, but could only see the candles. Then the chair on<br />
which he was sat seemed to rise; it was like a throne, and he seemed to<br />
be either dead or sleeping, but it was certainly no longer Fra. P. This<br />
frightened me, and I tried to understand by looking round the room;
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