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n an evening before Easter Day, I sat at a table, and having (as
my custom was) in my humble prayer sufficiently conversed
with my Creator, and considered many great mysteries (whereof
the Father of Lights his Majesty had shown me not a few) and
being now ready to prepare in my heart, together with my dear Paschal
Lamb, a small, unleavened, undefiled cake; all of a sudden arose so horrible
a tempest, that I imagined no other but that through its mighty force, the
hill on which my little house was founded would fly into pieces.
But inasmuch as this, and the like from the Devil (who had done me
many a spite) was no new thing to me, I took courage, and persisted in my
meditation, till somebody in an unusual manner touched me on the back;
whereupon I was so hugely terrified, that I dared hardly look about me; yet
I showed myself as cheerful as (in such occurrences) human frailty would
permit. Now the same thing still twitching me several times by the coat, I
looked back, and behold it was a fair and glorious lady, whose garments
were all sky-coloured, and curiously (like Heaven) bespangled with golden
stars; in her right hand she bore a trumpet of beaten gold, on which a
Name was engraved which I could well read but am as yet forbidden to
reveal it. In her left hand she had a great bundle of letters of all languages,
which she (as I afterwards understood) was to carry to all countries. She
also had large and beautiful wings, full of eyes throughout, with which she
could mount aloft, and fly swifter than any eagle.
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I might perhaps have been able to take further notice of her, but because
she stayed so little time with me, and terror and amazement still possessed
me, I had to be content. For as soon as I turned about, she turned her letters
over and over, and at length drew out a small one, which with great
reverence she laid down upon the table, and without giving one word,
departed from me. But in her mounting upward, she gave so mighty a blast
on her gallant trumpet, that the whole hill echoed from it, and for a full
quarter of an hour after, I could hardly hear my own words.
In so unlooked for an adventure I was at a loss, how either to advise or to
assist my poor self, and therefore fell upon my knees and besought my Creator
to permit nothing contrary to my eternal happiness to befall me.
Whereupon with fear and trembling, I went to the letter, which was now
so heavy, that had it been mere gold it could hardly have been so weighty.
Now as I was diligently viewing it, I found a little seal, on which a curious
cross with this inscription, IN HOC SIGNO VINCES, was engraved.
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Now as soon as I espied this sign I was the more comforted, as not being
ignorant that such a seal was little acceptable, and much less useful, to the
Devil. Whereupon I tenderly opened the letter, and within it, in an azure
field, in golden letters, found the following verses written.
This day, today
Is the Royal Wedding day.
For this thou wast born
And chosen of God for joy
Thou mayest go to the mountain
Whereon three temples stand,
And see there this affair.
Keep watch
Inspect thyself
And shouldst thou not bathe thoroughly
The Wedding may work thy bane.
Bane comes to him who faileth here
Let him beware who is too light.
Below was written: Sponsus and Sponsa.
As soon as I had read this letter, I was presently like to have fainted away,
all my hair stood on end, and a cold sweat tricked down my whole body.
For although I well perceived that this was the appointed wedding, of
which seven years before I was acquainted in a bodily vision, and which
now for so long a time I had with great earnestness awaited, and which
lastly, by the account and calculation of the planets, I had most diligently
observed, I found so to be, yet could I never foresee that it must happen
under such grievous perilous conditions. For whereas I before imagined,
that to be a welcome and acceptable guest, I needed only to be ready to
appear at the wedding, I was now directed to Divine Providence, of which
until this time I was never certain.
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>>17851715
So YOU PLAGARIZE "The Chymical Wedding
of Christian Rosenkreutz." and give no credit to the original work. Why are you wasting a thread with a dishonest Copy and Paste Routine?
What the fuck OP?
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is this William Blake?
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