FOOL SCRIPTURES

The Musings of the Hierophant Thelema

SILENCE

Silence, of all the mystical virtues, of all the graces of the Soul, of all the attainments of the Spirit, is most misunderstood, if apprehended at all. The nature of Silence is Pure Being, which is to say, Nothing, No-thing, a way of being beyond all intellection and intuition. To comprehend, we can apply the attitude of the Egyptian Harpocrates, God of Silence and Lord of Defense and Protection.

Harpocrates, son of Horus, son of Osiris and Isis, is the personification of Innocence. But he is not silent in the negative and passive way the word often connotes. He is the All-Wandering Spirit, the Pure and Perfect Knight-Errant who answers all Enigmas and opens the closed portal of the King’s Daughter.

Silence is not the reward for solving the Riddle of the Sphinx; it is the solution of the Riddle. This reward, this gift is the Equilibrium of Perfection, so that Harpocrates is the Universal Key to every Mystery whatsoever.

The Sphinx is the puzzle, the feminine to which there is only one complement, always different in form, always identical in essence, of the nature of the Fool.

The Forth Power of the Sphinx is Silence and to aspire to acquire this power as the Crown of our Work we will want to attain all of the Fool’s innocence in all of its fullness.

To regain innocence is to regain Eden.

And we will realize that so-called Moral Responsibility, deeply rooted and believed to distinguish man from the animals, is the Word of Sin. The origin story of the Hebrews is well known but misinterpreted by the priests of darkness. The story makes clear that knowledge of good and evil brings death.

An Ancient Ones say, “We must learn to live without the murderous consciousness that every breath we draw swells the sails which bear our fragile vessels to the Port of the Grave. We must cast out fear by Love; seeing that every Act is an orgasm whose only issues can only be but Birth. Also, Love is the Law: thus, every act must be Righteousness and Truth.”

In our meditations on the 22 Keys, these truths can become self evident and established in our consciousnesses as, in our reverie, we become unconscious of our Sanctification, at which instant Innocence become Perfect. As we continue in this state of consciousness we may contemplate the first task of aspiration, the solution to the question, “What is my True Will?” For, until we become innocent we are certain to judge our Will, from the outside, whereas True Will should spring as a fountain of Light from the inside, a flow unchecked, seething with Love, into the Ocean of Life.

In this is the true idea of Silence. It is our Will which issues forth, perfectly elastic, sublimely Protean, filling every interstice of the Universe of Manifestation which it meets in its course — no gulf to great for its immeasurable strength, no strait too arduous for its imperturbable subtlety. It fits itself precisely to every need, sure in its fluidity, its form always malleable to everything it encounters — but its essence always identical in every aspect, in every event. This Will is always the effect, not the cause, of its activity, which is Perfection, which is Being, which is Silence, always the same, being Perfect, yet ever different as it interacts with peculiar quantities and qualities. This has always been with you — your Self, your Witness.

The Ancient Ones said that each new aspect of Harpocrates we can witness is worthy of the music of the Universe throughout Eternity, and that you can feel the joy of the Epic of Harpocrates in the brilliance he casts upon us in the darkness of the entrance to his shrine. There, the Ancient Ones adored:

“Praise the luxuriant Rapture of Innocence, the virile and pantomorphous Ecstasy of All-Fulfillment!

“Praise the Crownéd and Conquering Child whose name is Force and Fire! Whose subtlety and strength make sure serenity; whose energy and endurance accomplish the Attainment of the Virgin of the Absolute.

“Being manifested,

He is the player of the sevenfold pipe,

The Great God Pan;

Being withdrawn into the Perfection that he willed,

He Is Silence.”

DE SAPIENTIA ET STULTITIA

The Book of Wisdom or Folly proclaims: Blessings and Worship unto Nuith, our Lady of the Stars, and unto her Lord, Hadith, for the miracle of the anatomy of the Child Ra-hoor-khuit as it is revealed in the design of the Tree of Life. For, though Wisdom is the Second Emanation of the essence of the Crown, there is a Path to separate and to join them. That Path is Aleph, being One indeed but also being an Hundred and Eleven in his fullness, representing the Most Holy Trinity; also Thick Darkness and Sudden Death.

A Hundred and Eleven is also the Number of the Sun and the Number of AUM, which is AMOUN, and the root-sound of OMNE, which in Greek is PAN. The Key of Tahuti corresponding thereto is marked with a ZERO; its Name is MAAT and its image is The Fool. Thus Sayeth the Hierophant.

Letters of the Hierophant Thelema to his Son

“Oh, my Son, gather thy Spirit that it may live, then do thou embrace it with Lust of thy Manhood and go into it, and know it, so ye shall be One Flesh. Now, at last, in the Reinforcement and Ecstasy of this Consummation, thou shalt Will it, by the Inspiration thou didst choose thy Name —PARZIVAL, “der reine Thor,” the True Knight that won the Kingship at Monsalvat, made Whole the Wound of Amfortas, ordered the Kundry to Right Service, regained the Lance, and revived the Miracle of the Sangraal. Also upon himself he did accomplish his Word in the end, “Höchsten Heiles Wunder! Erlösung dem Erlöser!” This is the last Word of the song that thine Uncle Richard Wagner made for Worship of this Mystery.

“Simply understand this, O my Son, that the Summit of Wisdom is the Opening of the Way that leadeth unto the Crown and Essence of All — to the Soul of the Child Horus, the Lord of the Aeon. This is the Path of the Pure Fool.”

DE ORACULO SUMMO

In the Sagas of the Bards of the Druids, the Fool comes dressed in Green like the Spring. And to him they might say: “

O thou, Great Fool, in thy ragged raiment, with Staff of Priapus and the Wineskin! thou Water that art Air in whom all complex is resolved! Thou standeth upon the Crocodile like Hoor-pa-kraat and the Great Cat leapeth upon thee! Yea, and more also, I have known Thee who Thou art, Bacchus Diphues (Dionysus), none and two, in thy Name IAO. Now, at the End of All, do I come to the Being of Thee that is beyond By-comings and I cry aloud my Word as given to Man by the Oracle, and this Word is — TRINC.”

DE HERBA SANCTISSIMA ARABICA

The Grass of the Arabians

Recall, O my Son, the Fable of the Hebrews which they brought with them from the City Babylon, which tells how Nebuchadnezzar, the Great King, being afflicted in his spirit, did depart from among Men for Seven Years space, eating Grass as does an Ox. Now this Ox is the Letter Aleph and is that Key of Tahuti whose number is Zero and whose Name is Maat, Truth, or Maut, the Vulture, the All-Mother — being an Image of Our Lady Nuith but also called the Fool, which is Parsifal “der reine Thor,” and so refereth to him that walketh in the Way of the Tao.

Also, he is Harpocrates, the Child of Horus, walking upon the Lion and the Dragon as he is in Unity with his own Secret Nature, as we have seen in my Word concerning the Sphinx. O my Son! Yester eve came the Spirit upon me that I also should eat the Grass of the Arabians and, by virtue of the Bewitchment thereof, that I also could behold that which might be appointed for the Enlightenment of mine Eyes.

I saw therefore of the Mystery of the Transcending of Time, of which I may not speak. For the Harvest of an Aeon that I gathered in but one Hour of our Terrestrial Measure, I could not declare in Ten Lifetimes.

DE QUIBUSDAM MYSTERIIS, QUAE VIDI

As a Man may, by a Memorial or Symbol, represent Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand, so may I strive to inform thine Understanding by Hieroglyph. And in contemplation thereof shall thine own experience serve thee. A Token of Remembrance will sufficeth him that is familiar with a matter, which to him that knoweth it not, it shall not be made manifest, no, not in a thousand years.

Here first then is one amid the Uncounted Wonders of that Vision: Upon a field blacker and richer than Velvet was the Sun of all Being, alone, and about him there were little Greek Crosses, overrunning the Heavens. I watched as these changed from Form to Form geometrical, Marvel devouring Marvel, a thousand times a thousand in their course and sequence — until by their movement was the Universe churned into the Quintessence of Light. Moreover, at another time, did I behold all things as iridescent and luminous, self-shining in every Color and every combination of Colors, Myriad pursuing Myriad until, by their perpetual beauty, they exhausted the Virtue of my Mind to receive them — yet submerged it so that I was gladly unable to withdraw myself from the burden of that Brilliance. And yet, O my Son, the sum of this accounting was not worth just one Dawn-Glimmer of Our True Vision of Holiness.

DE QUODAM MODO MEDITATIONIS

Yet it was my Apprehension of those Willed Changes, or Transmutations, of the Mind that lead to the Truth that was the true reward of eating of the Grass of the Arabians. It was as Ladders unto Heaven that I described these Changes to the Scribe that attended on my Words at that time, as I attempted with his assistance to engrave a handhold upon the Stelé of my Working. But I make Effort in vain, O my Son, to record this matter in detail for it is the quality of this Grass to quicken the operation of Thought — it may be a thousand fold — and each step in images so complex and overpowering in beauty happens so that one hath not Time wherein to conceive, much less to utter a Word for a Name, of any one of them.

Such was the multiplicity of these Laddars and their Equivalences that the memory holdeth no longer for any one of them, rather there remains only a certain Comprehension, of the Method, wordless by reason of its Subtlety.

So now must I make by my Will a Concentration mighty and terrible of my Thought, that I may bring forth this Mystery in Expression. With this Method is Virtue and Profit and by it thou mayest come easily and with Delight to the Perfection of Truth. Yet, it matters not by what Thought thou makest the first Leap in thy Meditation that leadeth thou unto the to the awareness of how every Road endeth in Monsalvat, and the Temple of Sangraal.

SEQUITER DE HAC RE

Both Theory and Experience, so little as I have, convince me that a Man must first be an Initiate and established in the Law before he can use this Method. This is an Implication of our Secret Enlightenment concerning the Universe: The utter Perfection of Nature. For we can see now how every Thought is a Separation, and the Medicine for that is to marry Each One with its Contradiction, as ye mayest have seen in the Tree of Life. For the Method is that Thou art to clap the one to the other with Vehemence of Spirit, swiftly as the Light itself, that the Ecstasy be spontaneous.

So, therefore, it is expedient that thou have traveled already in this Path of Antithesis, that thou knowest perfectly the Answer to every Glyph or Problem, and that thy Mind be ready therewith. For, by virtue of the property of the Grass, all passeth with Speed incalculable of Wit — an Hesitation should confound thee, breaking down thy Ladder and throwing back thy Mind to receiving Impressions from the environment, as it was at thy first Beginning. Verily, the Nature of this Method is Solution — destruction of every complexity by Explosion of Ecstasy — as every Element thereof is fulfilled by its correlative and, as each Element loseth separate Existence, each is annihilated in the Orgasm that is consummated within the Bed of thy Mind.

Thought is imperfect in two Dimensions, being separate from its Contradiction thus, constrained in its scope because we cannot complete the Universe by Contradiction. Furthermore, it is not easy to find or to formulate as a positive Idea the true Contradiction of any Thought or Thing. Often all we can find is a negation in vague terms so that the contradiction we seem to have found is discovered to be but an Antithesis. Thus, we must not say that the contradiction to “white” is “not-white,” for this answer is void and formless, neither clear, simple nor positive in Conception. One answereth “Black,” etc., because this answer hath an Image of Significance.

Thy Consciousness of a world of Contradictions is inherently unbalanced and unsatisfying and, even though your perceptions cause you joy, they are but phantom images of the Ideal. To know truly a thing that seems a Contradiction, thou must call forth its True Mate and destroy them both by Love. The method is continuous and proceedeth always from the Gross to the Fine, from the Particular to the General, dissolving all Things into the One Substance of Light.

CONCLUSIO DE HOC MODO SANCTITATIS

Learn then how Impressions of Sense have Opposites readily conceived, as long to short, light to dark; and so with Emotions and Perceptions, as Love to Hate, False to True. And the more violent the antagonism the more thy Sense is bound to Illusion, determined by Relation. Thus, the word “long” hath no meaning except that it be referred to a standard. But Love is not thus obscure because Hate, its twin, partakes bountifully of a Common Nature that unites them both.

Now hear this; it was given unto me in my Visions of the Aethyrs when I was in the Wilderness of Sahara, by Tolga, upon the brink of the Great Eastern Erg — above the Abyss, Contradiction is Unity and nothing could be true save by virtue of the Contradiction that is contained within itself. So, behold! In this method we shalt come presently to Ideas of this Order that include in themselves their own Contradiction, having no Antithesis. Knowing this thou shalt be in true Balance and mayest soar, passionate and eager, from Heaven to Heaven, by the expansion of thine Idea and its exaltations — or by Contradiction, according to thine Understanding by virtue of thy studies in the Tree of Life, the Word, and especially concerning Our Lady Nuith, and Hadith that is the Core of every Star.

If thou be truly Initiate, this last Going upon thy Ladder is easy, for the momentum of thy force in Transcendental Antithesis serveth to propel thee; the Emancipation from the Fetters of Thought, that thou hast won in that Praxis of Art, maketh the Whirlpool and Gravitation of Thought of Truth of Competence to draw thee unto itself.

DE VIA SOLA SOLIS

This is the profit of mine Intoxication with the Grass of the Arabians, that it hath shewed me this Mystery, and many others, yet not as a new Light, for I had that aforetime. But by its swift Synthesis and Manifestation of a long sequence of events in a Moment, I had the wit to analyze this Method. I discovered an Essential Law, which before had escaped the focus of the Lens of mine Understanding.

Yea, O my Son, there is no True Path of Light save that which I have formerly made plain yet, on every Path is Profit, if thou be cunning to perceive it and grasp it. We win Truth oftentimes by Reflection, and by the Composition and Selection chosen by the Artist for his presentation thereof, when all others were blind thereto, lacking his Mode of Light.

Yet that Art is of no avail unless we already had the Root of that Truth in our Nature and a Bud ready to flower at the Summoning of that Sun. Neither a stone nor a boy hath knowledge of the sections of a cone and their properties but, by right Presentation thou mayest teach these to the boy because he has already in his Nature those Laws of Mind that are consonant with our Art Mathematical. He hath need only of fledgling, so that he applies them Consciously to his Work. Then, being fully conscious of the necessary relations that rule our Illusion, he will be in Truth and will cometh in course to Apprehension.

This revelation of the Hierophant is at an end.