Hexagram 18: Air Ov Sun/Thee Triad/Queen Ov Disc

Hexagram 18: Air Ov Sun:

"United there is little we can not do"
"United there is little we can not do"

"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon on my self"
"I am myself" ("United there is little we can not do")
"That which is all myself" ("United there is little we can not do")
"And dependent on my self" ("United there is little we can not do")
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
"I am myself"
(Topy Exercise)
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self" ("That which is all myself")
"And dependent upon my self"
"I am myself" (Finding your picture)
"That which is all myself" (Or signia)
"And dependent upon my self" (The only story)
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
(Quiet Power)
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
("There is little we cannot do")
Topy Exercise ("I am myself") (Topy Exercise)
Finding your picture ("That which is all myself")
Or signia "And dependent upon my self"

"I am myself" (This is ritual music)
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
"I am myself" (This is ritual music)
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"

["I Am Myself" Mantra keeps looping throughout all 3 parts]

The only story is what you're thinking
The only telling
What you do
Is if you're thinking it
The Only Aim
Is Not
Thinking
The only result
Is
Communication
(Consciousness)
"I am myself"
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
In this exercise
Thinking
Actually means
Any activity
That is in no way conscious
Any activity
That we are in no way
Aware of
"That which is all myself"
"And dependent upon my self"
The high priestess
An-Or-Al
Whose Number is thus
19 minus 6
As above
So below
13
(Al-Or-Al)
And we leave you
To press your own way
Uniting moon and camel
AL-OR-AL

The Serpent
DNADR (Dying is easy)
(Dying is easy)
Become
In Cold
A golden
In rays of cold pale blue
A loathsomeness of fruit
Replaced by lust of question ("Sometimes I feel I'm scared to live")

As your animal is dog
So you wrap your leads around compliant flesh
("Sometimes I feel I'm scared to live")
And scurge me
To my star
Deep
In white tincture
Divining my dreams
You always make the right decisions you say
Cloaked in Unipa
Fueled by scent of menstrual Blood
Your curse
And power
Inseperable
As bow and arrow
The flight through space
Just
Balanced
And In
Contemptment like ghost
Twine Pillars
Band
Ganged
Submissive
Your period is 3
[?]

First your thigh
And death
Rather than explain
First your thigh
And then death smile
First your thigh
And then death smiled

Your feelings create
Your number is thus
Your nature is one in four directions

And she will make you
Figures of man
She will enwrap
And entwine
In spirals of AL-OR-AL
Arms raised
The machine of thread
The millions of angels
The millions like us
The flowers at your feast
Chastise the cut skin
Of bodily harm
Death [?]
[?]
As your eyes flicker
Side to side
The first chapter of Genesis
The story of embryo and bird in seven parts
The liquid of protection
To grow [?] of light
And on the 7th day
He rested
Froced to reenact all pain throes
In the gardens of light
A brew of evolution
And the lord
There raw relevation intensifies
That is Adam
Intoxication to breach the epis
Adam
Blessed Are The Mad
For they shall touch the holy
Blessed
Blessed
All who live
With nothing
Through cleansing ritual
You may enter her chamber
Stunned by white light of silverstar
The major
The persay
The star-riders
Riding to the right
Camel back
Feasted on Grapes
Pineapples
And rare juices

Thee Triad:

Crystal Stones
Solid Liquid
Your hand
Is like fish
Tailed tale

Your prism
Is devoid of spectre
Avoid of spectres ("Ready, aim, fire!")
("Ready, aim, fire!")
("Ready, aim, fire!")
Everything we see is false
Thats why we came
To worship
To adore
To suffer

The slings and lashes
Of chosen fortune
Give us
Revelations

For it is here
Recreating you
With you
That something can happen

Paradox
Lie
Assumption
Speculation
Fear
Loathing
Dread
Pain
Terror
Rather than [?]

Pain
Terror
And self stupidty
Mash
This is the net
The catcher
The despiser
The apparation
Behind a veil
Promising uplifiting and inquisition
The reversal of all fate
That pale blue dark
Water
Sucking
So we excite myself
My cells
Toxic chalice
Thrice overflowed
(Oh, so romantic)

(One being)
(One orientiation)

One
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
[?]
[?]
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power
Power

To existance

Is this the white path?

And this is ritual music

("1,2,3,4")
Ritual
Music

Is

Power is often
Very
Quiet
Very quiet

At the end of days
This is what we are trying to do
Understand
Understand?

And it is the brighest
Most extremely searching minds
That develop
And think
And deposit
New and stimulating
[?]
[?]
Was the superior perse
And we feel our own exerperiences
We feel the oddity of being alive
[?] is here
And we have no choice in the matter
We get dragged here briefly
Change nothing
Nature against infinity
We at the best
Stretching slightly near it to the sky

The most stimulating thinkers
Risk all
To grasp at the deepest
And most hidden relevations
Infinite
If they even suspect they are cleansed
They use peace of essential pattern
They left crippled
In the expressive knowledge

How does such a master pass on knowledge?

Through the most flawed mystical medium of all
Language
Language
Power
Language
Quiet

And like most forms of behaviour
It is inherited
And it must by definition
Contain within it
Coded and dretched
In eons of subjectivity
A mass of confusion
And the [?]
What's stopping you?
To not speak
Although the sudden glow of passion
Mantling to the crimson cheek of our
Told our tale of love
Although we couldn't speak
What need of language is barren and false and bleak
But our white arms could link each other so
And fond Red Lips
Their partners
What time for language
When our kisses flow eloquant
Warm, as words are?
Formed and weak
Or now
Us
We talk
Not even worried so
We could not speak

Queen Ov Discs:

Four
Two
Six
Two
Three

("This is a ritual music")
("Ritual Music - ...Music")
("Ritual Music - ...Music")

And we lay the words straight
And we hear - in the Vatican
And we touch the walls as they crumble like bone
And we lay back
In each eye the [?] was learnt
And you came towards me like hot breath
Your juices flowing over my flesh
I couldn't help
But touch your body
Your body like a monastery
Angelous
Lust
AL-OR-AL
Dust
Stroking her fingers [?]
My breath is fading like dust
Lust
In her hair
In my skin
I raised her clothes and then [?] and making names
Her teeth white
I got to listen
Carresses of monasteries and churches
Singing of choirs and open orgasms liquids
Baptizing my hands
[?]
Angels of breath
Wings of Monasteries
Catholic Sex
And you spoke
From so far away
("The drug-taking has begone")
("The drug-taking has begone")
("The drug-taking has begone")
And I sapped in your breath
I touch her thigh
Death smiled