June 2012
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Nuit cries: “I love you”, like a lover; when even John reached only to the cold impersonal proposition “God is love.” She woos like a mistress; whispers “To me!” in every ear; Jesus, with needless verb, appeals vehemently to them “that labour and are heavy laden.” Yet he can promise no more than “I will give you rest,” in the future,...
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Seven are the veils of the dancing-girl in the harem of IT. Seven are the names, and seven are the lamps beside Her bed. Seven Eunuchs guard Her with drawn swords; No man may come nigh unto Her. In Her wine-cup are seven streams of the blood of the Seven Spirits of God. Seven are the heads of THE BEAST whereon She rideth. Liber CCCXXXIII; chapter 49.
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