1 There is no eye in the Triangle: the Triangle is form filled with the I that is formless! 2 It is the reflection of the three in one the Bard of the Triangle knew. 3 A red tongue laves the altar stone. Nothing remains. 4 Thou art That which resolves the frustum. 5 Herein lies the great mystery of the empty throne. 6 The Sun has gone; the Son approaches. We tread upon His shells. 7 Build us a Kingdom beyond war, O Child King! Kindle within me the Serpent Flame 'til it consume the dross. 8 Stoke it with the coals of the Supreme Fascist. The word is MUTINY. 9 You awoke in the Kingdom with eyes closed. In the beginning was the Trapezoid called Control. 10 A thousand thousand petals spring forth from the mud. 11 Its stalk grows straight until an endless bloom tops a great pillar. 12 In contemplation it readies for ascent. 13 A malicious serpent chews at the roots of the world-ash. It is the itch of desire. 14 A coiled serpent awaits at the base of the spine. It is the potency of will. 15 A royal serpent writhes about an egg. It is the conquest of belief. 16 These three are one in Godhead and Leviathan. 17 Slavery is complete in the ownership of belief. Were three serpents tied at the tail, there would be no forward; the knot would be sovereign. 18 Godhead is Not. Untie the Not and the King dies. 19 The royal serpent disappears. 20 The blood of the king reveals two serpents and conceals a third. 21 Seek the meaning of meaning and its scales shall be revealed to you. 22 Long live Leviathan, the fulfillment of the Triangle! 23 When the I opens, the flame of sight will illume the base. 24 Earth bears a shut eye until the I awakens into Flame. 25 When the Disparate shall assay as the Only, then shall the aspirant overcome the gravity of the Trapezoid. 26 Bear thyself up, O Child of the Aeon, and drown upwards in the eternal surging of the cosmic sea.
My second mystical Liber, received following a meditation on the Eye of Horus. This is automatic writing, produced in a trance state.