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Marcelo Motta Diary Entry Tuesday, 8 September 1970
Liber CCXXXI: A PERSONAL RESEARCH
About 0h: Make preparations to invoke Geni of Carcer of ש.
About "11.44 pm of Sept. 7th": start.
About 0.03: Finish. Most difficult. After some attempts,
impulse to recite Inv[ocation]s of
(There follows some qabalistic manipulations, omitted.)[1]
1—Hindsight comment: Incredibly sloppy, and as it can be seen, no further attempt was made to improve the results. Will there come a time in this existence for that to be done? We know not. Undoubtedly unnecessary, for the time being, for if it were necessary, it would have been done.
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Done. Then, invoke again and again. A black maw opens—reddish
light, myriads of insects. Ants. I go down into what seems
like an antheap. There, tendency of a ( . . . ?) to follow.
Banish it, then chant the Curses of