Subject: 121012 osholon information

Date: December 10, 2012 11:25:05 AM PST

 

 

 

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Now he who enters the outer court sees set before him

many tables and couches, at which with swollen veins revel

the sons of the gluttony of life. Here men, in their furious

love of greed, stuff their jaws with the luxuries of decay,

which a little after go to the dunghill; and vomit their sour

drink on one another as a certain sign of their good fellow-

ship. Here they carouse together drunkenly as in a brothel

filling the world with the noise of cymbal and drum, and the

loud-sounding instruments of delusion, and with shouts of

audacious shame. Here are their ears and eyes pleasantly

titillated by the sound of the hissing of the frying-pans, and

the sight of the bubbling of stews; and courting voracity,

with necks stretched out, so that they may sniff up the

wandering steam of the dishes, they fill their swollen bellies

with things perishable, and drink up the gluttonies of life.

Yet he who would partake of the Banquet of Light must pass

this way and sojourn a while amongst these animals, who are

so filled with swinish itchings and unbridled fornications

that they perceive not that their manger and their dunghill

lie side by side as twins in one bed. For a space he must listen

to the hiccuping of those who are loaded with wine, and

the snorting of those who are stuffed with food, and must

watch these lecherous beasts who insult the name of man

rolling in their offal, gambolling, and itching with a filthy

prurience after the mischievous delights of lewdness,

drunkenly groping amongst the herds of long-haired boys

and short-skirted girls, from whom they suck away their

beauty, as milk from the udders of a goat. He must dwell

for a time with these she-apes, smeared with white paint,

mangled, daubed, and plastered with the “excrement of

crocodiles” and the “froth of putrid humours,” who are known

as women. Disreputable hags who keep up old wives'

whispering over their cups, and who, as filthy in body as in

mind, with unbridled tongues clatter wantonly as they giggle

over their sluttish whisperings, shamelessly making with

their lips sounds of lewdness and fornication. And wanton

young dabs with mincing gait swing their bodies here and

there amongst the men, their faces smeared with the ensnar-

ing devices of wily cunning. Winking boldly and babbling

nonsense they cackle loudly, and like fowls scratching the

dunghill seek the dirt of wealth; and having found it, pass

their way to the gutter and the grave loaded with gold like a

filthy purse.

O seeker! All this must thou bear witness to, and become

a partaker in, without becoming defiled or disgusted, and

without contempt or reverence; then of a certain shalt

thou find the Golden Key which turneth the bolt of evil from

the staple of Good, and which openeth the door which leadeth

unto the Palace of the King, wherein is the Temple. For

when thou hast discovered Beauty and Wisdom and Truth in

the swollen veins, in the distended bellies, in the bubbling

lips, in the lewd gambollings, in the furious greed, the wanton

whisperings, the sly winkings, and all the shameless nonsense

of the Outer Court, then indeed shalt thou find that the Key

of gold is only to be found in the marriage of wantonness

and chastity. And taking it thou shalt place it in the lock of

cherubic fire which is fashioned in the centre of the door of

the King's house, which is built of ivory and ebony and

studded with jet and silver; and the door shall open for a

time as if a flame had been blown aside, and thou shalt see

before thee a table of pearl on which are set the hidden waters

and the secret bread of the Banquet of Light.