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ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΛΒ The Mountaineer in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.

“Thus spoke FRATER PERDURABO as he leapt from rock to rock of the moraine without ever casting his eyes upon the ground.” [via]

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September 17, 2011

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