There Is A Splendour In My Name

Love Is The Law, Love Under Will.

I Believe In One Secret And Ineffable Lord; And In One Star In The Company Of Stars Of Whose Fire We Are Created, And To Which We Shall Return; And In One Father Of Life, Mystery Of Mystery, In His Name Chaos, The Sole Viceregent Of The Sun Upon The Earth; And In One Air The Nourisher Of All That Breathes. And I Believe In One Earth, The Mother Of Us All, And In One Womb Wherein All Men Are Begotten, And Wherein They Shall Rest, Mystery Of Mystery, In Her Name Babalon.

Dreams Are Imperfections Of Sleep; Even So Is Consciousness The Imperfection Of Waking. Dreams Are Impurities In The Circulation Of The Blood; Even So It's Consciousness A Disorder Of Life. Dreams Are Without Proportion, Without Good Sense, Without Truth; So Also Is Consciousness. Awake From Dream, The Truth Is Known: Awake From Waking. The Truth Is: The Unknown

I Admit That My Visions Can Never Mean To Other Men As Much As They Do To Me. I Do Not Regret This. All I Ask Is That My Results Should Convince Seekers After Truth That There Is Beyond Doubt Something Worth While Seeking, Attainable By Methods More Or Less Like Mine. I Do Not Want To Father A Flock, To Be The Fetish Of Fools And Fanatics, Or The Founder Of A Faith Whose Followers Are Content To Echo My Opinions. I Want Each Man To Cut His Own Way Through The Jungle.

This Complaining Rambling Rubbish Is The Substitute Which Has Taken The Place Of Love.