Marcelo Motta Diary Entry

Sunday, 19 April 1970

 

 

Liber CCXXXI: A PERSONAL RESEARCH

 

Introduction

 

 

About 1.43 am: make preparations to invoke Geni of Carcer of Lamed. At 1.50 am: Start.

 

2.10 am: Have not "finished", for the Geni is still invoked, and I have not yet anointed. Time out to write down. Very difficult to invoke. Several visions, banishings, so forth. Eventually followed a line down to a yellow shoe. SHOE = 60 + 5 + 6 + 5 = 76 = XIII, which is Death; yellow serves for Air. Since one of the Gods of this Path is Yama, accepted, but kept on. Very difficult. Eventually seemed to be before an iron door of some kind. Called on B-A-H, then said B... O... and started reciting the Geni's name (an intimation had come, earlier, that the Geni's name ought to be counted. Also, on pronouncing the name before, a tendency to equate it with the Portuguese words "Lava cu",[1] etc.) This last-mentioned tendency seemed to persist for a while, then vanished. I passed through a very strange place, which now occurs to me was underground. It is difficult to describe. All shapes like this , as it were a cave. Tones of green and blue, I seem to remember, but yellow too. I assumed shape of Set. Later on, it occurred to me that the shape was leaning on one side. I tried to correct this, and assumed Asana, always pronouncing the Geni's name. Then the words of AL came unto me: "Let there be no difference  made among you," etc. So I realized that this is the Key in this Carcer: to make no difference between alternatives, and just act—that is, exercise my faculties, do my Will. I must be the Pointer of the Scales: always upright. And then—only now I realize the meaning of this, and how it fits—I became a Phallus erect, but very stylized—still, a Phallus. And of course, the Pointer of the Scales is the Sword of the Magician, that is, a Form of the Phallus.

 

I will now anoint, and then banish the Vision, and then analyze the Geni's name.

 

Note: It is unnecessary to "make difference". I must simply exercise my faculties. The Universal Inertia will then inevitably make events come to pass.[2] If the dice don't fall one way, they will fall another. If I don't get a particular woman, I'll get another. And so on.

 

Anointed. Banishing finished at 2.28 am. Will now analyze the name of the Geni.

 

(Omitted.)

 

Note: Toward the end I turned also into what seemed a green apple.

 

 

1—Wash your ass-hole.

2—Readers are once more reminded that this is the M.T.'s [Magister Templi] formula, and does not apply below the Abyss.

 

 

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