2/5/1994
 
Uncle River, a friend of mine, is devoting the 13th issue of
his magazine _XIZQUIL_ to the ideas associated with the number
13 as a symbol of the Unknown, of the darkness we pass through
on the way to the light.  If you do poetry of prose, you may
wish to send him an SASE and ask for guidelines of #13.  His
address is _XIZQUIL_ / Uncle River/ POB 285/ Reserve, New
Mexico 87830.
 
I am sending him the item below, and I thought some of you
might enjoy it as well. (c) Copyright 1994 Don Webb.
 
 

Liber XIII
by
Don Webb

 
I. In the Beginning there was the One, the Mind, who
existed without Thought. He existed in perfect Darkness.
 
II.  His first thought Came Into Being, and he loved
her and she him with a Love that all other loves, are but a
shadow of.  Great was their joy and loveplay.  With the
coming of love, Light replaced the Darkness, and at the
center of all great lights is a core of absolute darkness.
 
III.  With each love act between the Mind and His
Thought, they brought a new Aion into being born of their
sighs at the end of play, each Aion was less perfect than
the last, but in their joy they knew not that they have
conceived multiplicity upon multiplicity. Till eventually
the Earth came into being covered in shinning water.
 
IV.  One day Thought looked away from Mind, and saw her
reflection in the shinning water far below and ever curious
reached out for it, and fell into the Aions.  As she fell
from Aion to Aion, the Archons, the Cruel rulers of the
Aions each possessed her in the most terrible way, and from
these unions were all beings born each in its sphere.  When
each Archon had satisfied its cruel lust, it passed Thought
downward to its next brother.  Thus all the spheres are
filled with creatures born of rage and suffering, and apt to
perpetuate rage and suffering.
 
V.  Thus Thought fell to Earth.  She is our Mother,
called Sophia, for honey drips from her wise lips.  Yet she
hides herself from us in memory of her fear of the Archons. 
Thus wisdom is found in the darkest and most obscure places,
and often we know her not save by memory.  Yet when she is
with us our merest breaths can change the Cosmos.  When we
aid in the Quest of the One for her, but of that little must
be said, for we must not let the Archons know of the ways of
His quest.  Thus we are commnaded to be silent in the
deepest spiritual matters of our hearts, speaking only in
parables and enigmas.
 
VI.  There are thoughts of men not enlivened by the
burning need to know which our Mother has bequeathed to us,
and these are the dead thoughts, and the soul killing
thoughts and the thoughts which lead only to confusion. 
Beware of those who have learned the science of the Archons
and make their thoughts seem to be of the Spirit.  Real
teachers are rare, and you may know them if their teaching
is practical and allows you to do things in the world.  If
you can bring about Art nor magic nor Science from their
teachings silently leave them.
 
VII.  Of late our Mother has shown herself in the most
unlikely places.  She is freer in times of deception, for
the crowds always point to the false ones, and the Archons
in their ignorance storm at these images and shadows.  Do
not be fooled by the masses, nor assume that merely because
one is persecuted that they are of Sophia.
VIII.  If you would draw our Mother to you, you must
first know her daughters Necessity and Charity, whom the
Greeks call Ananke and Charis.  Make things hard on the
worthy, that they may test themselves, and secretly aid the
Seeker that he or she may gain comfort in the night of
despair.  Do these things and know that if you do them with
a fully conscious mind, they will be done to you. 
Eventually these daughters will live in your house and
prepare the way for the coming of our Mother. For this is
that eight Secret given to me by Abarris when I dwelt in the
land of eternal day:  that if you change the world within
the world without will change in proportion to your passion
and precision.  In this Secret lies danger and glory and it
is this Secret the Archons hate and their tools the gray men
seek to destroy.
 
IX.  This is the ninth Secret, that Mind gave Thought a
gift on their wedding night, a burning desire to know, and
this with this gift she brought all world into being, and
she has bequeathed this gift to her children that thy may
too come into being.  Always fan the fires of wonder and
curiosity, especially in the young, for there are those who
would take away this gift.  I further Secret I tell you, you
know that the first gift was the desire to know, but there
will be last gift as well, which will be given on the
reunion of Mind and Thought.  But the nature of this gift
can be spoken in the tongues of today.
 
X.  Arise thus in glory and proclaim the genius of your
Creation.  For you the children of Mind and Thought enter
into a Temple of Perfection when the ways of the world are
seen as echoes of love play.  Being true to yourselves;
although men shall call you evil, you carry along the gift
of seeking that has brought to your eyes beauty in
perfection, and has lead you beyond the darkest and most
trying gates to the gate of the night sky, wherein you are
reminded of your true nature.
 
XI.  Knowing who you are will fill you with both a
happiness and a sadness beyond bearing.  At times all men
will seem your brothers and you will rejoice. At times all
men will seem sleeping, and you will rage.  Know that
neither is true, nor will either state last long enough to
base your plans upon it.  Do not let yourself be turned by
the tides, but steer your boat only by your quest for our
Mother.  She will be your ship star, never reached but
always a constant beacon.   
 
XII. Never fail to hail the vessels of others, as they
reappear and disappear in the mists around you.  Do not be
troubled if they are sailing on a different course merely
wish for them in your mind, the Blessings of the Mind, the
One, upon them.  Deter not your journey of questing for
Sophia, because of the resplendent jewels, or ease, or show
of virtue of other seekers.  
 
XIII. Seek the Mysteries!

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