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ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΚΕ The Star Ruby in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.

“ΨΥΧΗ” [via]

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  1. “ΣΟΙ, Ω ΦΑΛΛΕ, ΙΣΧΥΡΟΣ, ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΟΣ; ΙΑΩ”
  2. “ΑΠΟ ΠΑΝΤΟΣ ΚΑΚΟΔΑΙΜΟΝΟΣ”
  3. “ΧΑΟΣ”
  4. “ΒΑΒΑΛΟΝ”
  5. “ΕΡΩΣ”
August 30, 2011

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