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Correspondence from Marcelo Motta to Karl Germer
Caixa Postal 15, Tijuca Rio de Janeiro Guanahara, Brasil
5 July, 1962
Dear Karl
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I am sending you today by air mail, as per your instructions, two exhibits of my shame and guilt, just come out of the press. I labored three months to avoid precisely many of the irregularities of printing that you will be able to notice, specially having to do with left margin printing. For the next book, if any, I will be changing my printers. . .
I am under continual, subtle and insidious attack, as you probably know. Have also a seriously infected tooth which is affecting all the left side of my cranium with strong headache. Will try and see a specialist about this today. May have to pull out several teeth—vanity, vanity!
I am also sending you today, be sea, registered, ten copies of LIBER ALEPH. Others will follow regularly until they complete the fifty you ordered.
I don't know if it is necessary to say this, but I have abandoned any claims to anything whatsoever, including leadership or even membership of the "ORDER OF THELEMA"; furthermore, I shall not write or publish any more books, nor answer any queries about the present one, without your permission, and the benefit of your advice, watch, and criticism.
I have also abandoned any claims of "being", or representing, under any form, 666.
I do not even claim the grade of Zelator, either, until I hear from you if you accept my pledge.
This is not humility, mind you, or if it were, it would be false; I have very little human humility in my make-up. It is simple common sense, or better yet: instinct of self-preservation? . . . Or, survival? . . .
The ago runs around in circles, as usual. . . .
Let us put it this way: as long as I must be a slave, I'll rather be the slave of the A∴A∴ as represented by Karl Germer, than both slave of 333 as represented by Oskar (please notice I had written Karl! . . .) Schlag, my father, and anybody else who may come up!
Love is the law, love under will.
Fraternally, your unworthy pupil,
M.
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