The
magical image of Antares is an Armed Man in a Coat of Mail, and a Scorpion.
The Voice of Antares
I penetrate into the core of every
being. I am the seed of every heart, and the secret fire which causes that seed
to grow.
I show a face of wrath and destruction
to those who cling to the outer, but I preserve the essential core of every
being.
I am corrosive, as decay and time, to
that which is created by humanity. The eternal only is preserved by me, while
the temporal is torn down and cast away.
I am the poisonous sting of the
Scorpion, as well as its protective shell. I am the fire of the seed, the
secret force of growth.
I am the fire destructive and creative.
Mine is the secret fire whereof the heart grows stronger.
By me does the inmost Seed regenerate in
the depths of the night. I am the force of Life in Death, the Sun at Midnight,
the Secret Power in the Heart of Darkness. I am called death, but am the very
source of life.
I am the ecstasy of surrender unto the
Higher. The Hidden God which lies concealed, but which is revealed when the
self is dissolved. Dissolve yourself in the great sea, for in death may you
come to drink from the chalice of ecstasy. The self must drown in order to come
into that house, for my Light shines only in utter darkness.
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