Book VII 15
1 The Master said, ‘With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow;— I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honours acquired by unrighteousness, are to me as a floating cloud.’
Try “Sefer Yetzirah”, “Golden Dawn”, “kundalini”, “Marie Laveau” or “Corpus Hermeticum”.
1 The Master said, ‘With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow;— I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honours acquired by unrighteousness, are to me as a floating cloud.’