“That stélé they shall call the Abomination of Desolation count well its name & it shall be to you as 718.” Crowley says 718 is the gematria of “Stèle 666.” This doesn’t wash with me. It has to be something with a more material application!
For Abomination of Desolation see Dan 11:31, 12:11 & Matt 24:15, Mark 13:14“Get the stélé of revealing itself (Crowley so whimped out on this) ; set it in thy secret temple — and that temple is already aright disposed — & it shall be your Kiblah (primary center of worship) for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction (check “ab-” and “-struction” – it does not mean to make a copy) from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee.”
Then said the prophet unto the God. I adore thee in the song
I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;
For me unveils the veiled sky,
The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee: —
I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!
So that thy light is in me & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters (these are the adorations, as thou hast written) as it is said
The light is mine; its rays consume
Me: I have made a secret door
Into the House of Ra and Tum,
Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O winged snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
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