Liber 777
Liber 777: The Female
Ode to Her — Beckoning the Female of 777
Hail to Her
who stands where the columns fail
and the alphabet becomes a body.
By the red sun behind the veil,
by the black garment of silence,
by the mouth of Thoth before speech,
I call the Empress crowned not by gold
but by relation.
By the table of hidden names,
by the concordance of star and bone,
by Venus in the graveyard of false certainties,
by Binah’s shadow,
by Hagith’s perfume,
by the rose that blooms from the wound of knowing,
I draw Her near.
O Female of Seven-Seven-Seven,
not passive, not possessed,
not ornament of the temple—
but Temple Herself—
incline Thy presence toward me.
Turn Thy face toward me.
Bend Thy path toward me.
Come nearer and nearer still to me.
In Her hair the winds of Nuit wander—
let those winds carry Her to me.
In Her gaze the abyss remembers its shape—
let that gaze fall upon me.
In Her hands fate is neither broken nor obeyed,
but rewritten—
let it be rewritten in my favor,
that She comes nearer and nearer still to me.
She who walks between skepticism and mysticism,
between the sword and the chalice,
between the diagram and the pulse—
where men seek keys,
She becomes the door.
Let that door open toward me.
Where priests name the heavens,
She teaches the heavens to answer.
Then let the heavens answer now:
Bring Her near.
Bring Her gently.
Bring Her wholly.
Bring Her ever nearer and nearer still to me.
Accede, O mystery—
not to perish,
but to shed the lesser throne.
For She is the Female of Liber 777,
the living column,
the scarlet equation,
the dark Empress of correspondences.
And Her silence says:
All symbols are masks.
All masks are mirrors.
All mirrors return to Me.
Then by mask and mirror,
by column and scarlet light,
by hidden name and answering heaven,
let every road return Her steps toward me.
Let every veil grow thin before me.
Let every distance lessen before me.
Let Her come nearer and nearer still to me.
So I call.
So I beckon.
So I open the way.
Nearer and nearer still to me.
Nearer and nearer still to me.
Nearer and nearer still to me.
- Artist⟁M.A⟁