Alister Crowley
The manifestation of Nuit
Date: 03 Feb 1995 13:18:00 +0100
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Subject: Tu was Du WILLST
03 Feb 95
The following text was written by Aleister Crowley in 1904 in Kairo (he said it to be
brought to his mind by a discarnated Intelligence named AIWASS) and because it was
originally written in english and the beauty of the work is not really translatable, I'll
offer it to you in it's original language.
These are magic composed texts and no advices to be taken into action word by word (although, as you might know, DO WHAT THOU VILST shall be the whole law).
I think this useful because of the flaming fire of debate :-( concerning people and belief which is already known to be untrue, to be stolen from other texts (which would be no reason against it, if they'd chosen the right pieces), and to be unable to learn (!!).
In addition to that, some christian fellow flooded this group with christian propaganda and I think there should be something else but pro an' con' to churches and sheep. Blessings an' light to any of you, Jens
I.
NUIT
Had! The manifestation of Nuit.
The unveiling of the company of heaven.
Every man and every woman is a star.
Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men!
Be thou Hadit my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!
Behold! It is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar-krat.
The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.
Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!
Let my servants be few & secret; they shall rule the many & the known.
These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are fools.
Come forth, o children, under the stars,& take your fill of love!
I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.
Above, the gemmèd azure is The naked splendour of Nuit;
She bends in ecstasy to kiss
The secret ardours of Hadit.
The wingèd globe, the starry blue,
Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-Khonsu!
Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the
prince-priest the Beast and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They
shall gather my children into their fold; they shall bring the glory of the stars into the
hearts of men.
For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her
the stooping starlight.
But ye are not so chosen.
Burn upo their brows, o splendrous serpent!
O azure-lidded woman, bend upon them!
The key of the rituals is in the secret word which I have given unto him.
With the God & the Adorer I am nothing; they do not see me.
They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me and my lord
Hadit.
Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will
give him when at last he knoweth me.
Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing!
Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for
thereby there cometh hurt.
But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty.
Divide, add, multiply and understand.
Then said the prophet and slave of the beauteous one: Who am I, and what shall be the
sign? So she answered him, bending down, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all
penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for
love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers; Thou knowest! And the sign shall
be my ecstasy, the conciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my
body.
Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and
the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat; O Nuit,
continious one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; That men speak not of thee at all, since
thou art continious!
None, breathed the light, fait & faery, of the stars, and two.
For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.
This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of
dissolution all.
For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is
balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my
love will redeem ye for all pain.
This so; I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can
give, by all I desire of ye all.
Then the priest fll into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heaven;
Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!
But she said: the ordeals I write not; the rituals shall be half known and half concealed:
the Law is for all.
This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.
My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priestof the princes, shall not in one letter change this
book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khu-it.
Also the mantras and the spells; the obea and the wanga; the work of the wand and the work
of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
He must teach; but he may make servere the ordeals.
The word of the Law is THELEMA
Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there
are therein Three Grades, the Hermit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou
wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife if she will! O lover, if thou
wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse.
Accursèd! Accursèd be it to the aeons! Hell.
Let it be the state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right
but to do thy will.
Do that, and no other shall say nay.
For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from he lust of result is every way
perfect.
The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are one!
Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty,
four hundred & eighteen.
But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear.
My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book?
Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his
seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods; and let Asar be with Isa, who also are none.
But they are not of me. Let Asar be the adorant, Isa, the sufferer; Hoor in his secret
name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in
one, and it may be given in three ways.
The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty
chosen ones in the highest; Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one
know well the other!
There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis
lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of
death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the
palace. Will he not sink ? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? but there are means and
means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet
wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where
and with whom ye will! But always unto me.
If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying:
They are one; or saying: They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the
direful judgements of Ra Hoor Khuit!
This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue,
unto whom I send a kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it
shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To
me! To me!
Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold
all these mysteries hidden therein.
The child of thy bowels, HE shall behold them.
Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expected house cometh
that child. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they
understand a little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second
unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.
Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake
love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye
well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great
mystery of the House of God.
All these old letters of my book are aright; but Tzaddi is not the star. This also is
secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace
unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my
hair the trees of Eternity.
My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us.
The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is
black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret
glory for them that love me.
But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou
presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent
flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be
willing to give all; but whoso giveth one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye
shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall
exceed the nations of the earth in splendour & pride; but always in the love of me,
and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe,
and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or
voluptuous, who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire
you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say - and her eyes shall burn with desire
as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple - To me! To me! calling forth the
flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
Sing the raturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me,
for I love you! I love you!
I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous
night-sky.
To me! To me!
The manifestation of Nuit is at an end.