OBLH's DREAM
O Lord, deliver me from hell's great fear and gloom!
Loose thou my spirit from the larvae of the tomb!
I seek them in their dread abodes without affright:
On them will I impose my will, the law of light.
I bid the night conceive the glittering hemisphere.
Arise, O sun, arise! O moon, shine white and clear!
I seek them in their dread abodes without affright:
On them will I impose my will, the law of light.
Their faces and their shapes are terrible and strange.
These devils by my might to angels I will change.
These nameless horrors I address without affright:
On them will I impose my will, the law of light.
These are the phantoms pale of mine astonished view,
Yet none but I their blasted beauty can renew;
For to the abyss of hell I plunge without affright:
On them will I impose my will, the law of light.
Footnote Quote:
THE MAGICIAN
(Translated from Eliphaz Levi's
version of the famous hymn)
Therefore, it is wise and best to forget the achievements and successes of yesterday so one can
face today with the same humility as always. Failure to do so is a dangerous trap towards being
ensnared in pride over past successes which eventually lead to laziness in the present.
I was shown how the Mysteries of the Father's House of Many Mansions allowed for infinite
myriad's of creation to proceed out of the Father's inexpressible Love, linking all manner of
specie creation with the Infinite Way.
The Keys, of Enoch
first published and Copyright 1973,
by J.J Hurtak
In the tenth Heaven the archangel Michael led Enoch to before the Lord's face.
On the tenth Heaven, Aravoth, I saw the appearance
of the Lord's face, like iron made to glow in fire,
and brought out, emitting sparks, and it burns.
Thus I saw the Lord's face,
but the Lord's face is ineffable,
marvelous and very awful, and very, very terrible.
And who am I to tell of the Lord's unspeakable being,
and of his very wonderful face?
And I cannot tell the quantity of his many instructions,
and various voices, the Lord's throne very great
and not made with hands,
nor the quantity of those standing round him,
troops of cherubim and seraphim,
nor their incessant singing,
nor his immutable beauty,
and who shall tell of the ineffable greatness of his glory?
And I fell prone and bowed down to the Lord,
and the Lord with his lips said to me:
Have courage, Enoch,
do not fear,
arise and stand before my face into eternity.'
And the archistratege Michael lifted me up,
and led me to before the Lord's face.
And the Lord said to his servants tempting them:
'Let Enoch stand before my face into eternity,'
and the glorious ones bowed down to the Lord,
and said: 'Let Enoch go according to Thy word.'
And the Lord said to Michael:
'Go and take Enoch from out his earthly garments,
and anoint him with my sweet ointment,
and put him into the garments of My glory.'
And Michael did thus, as the Lord told him.
He anointed me, and dressed me,
and the appearance of that ointment is more than the great light,
and his ointment is like sweet dew,
and its smell mild, shining like the sun's ray,
and I looked at myself,
and was like one of his glorious ones.
And the Lord summoned one of his archangels by name Pravuil,
whose knowledge was quicker in wisdom than the other archangels,
who wrote all the deeds of the Lord; and the Lord said to Pravuil:
'Bring out the books from my store-houses, and a reed of quick-
writing, and give it to Enoch,
and deliver to him the choice and comforting books out of thy hand.
Book of Enoch, Chapter 22
