July 31, 2016

Path of the Adepts

"It is impossible to tell you of the splendours of that to which they have attained. Little by little, as your eyes grow stronger, will we unveil to you the ineffable glory of the Path of the Adepts, and its nameless goal.

Even as a man ascending a steep mountain is lost to sight of his friends in the valley, so must the adept seem. They shall say: He is lost in the clouds. But he shall rejoice in the sunlight above them, and come to the eternal snows.

Or as a scholar may learn some secret language of the ancients, his friends shall say: «Look! he pretends to read this book. But it is unintelligible—it is nonsense.» Yet he delights in the Odyssey, while they read vain and vulgar things.

We shall bring you to Absolute Truth, Absolute Light, Absolute Bliss.

Many adepts throughout the ages have sought to do this; but their words have been perverted by their successors, and again and again the Veil has fallen upon the Holy of Holies.

To you who yet wander in the Court of the Profane we cannot yet reveal all; but you will easily understand that the religions of the world are but symbols and veils of the Absolute Truth. So also are the philosophies. To the adept, seeing all these things from above, there seems nothing to choose between Buddha and Mohammed, between Atheism and Theism."
- Liber Porta Lucis (14-19)

July 28, 2016

Thelemic Invocation of the Highest Divine Force

I have found this formula on one of web sites run by IAO131.  I instantly fell in love with it.
I post here the abridged version, do visit the source site for more info on the ritual itself, here >>

Ra-hoor-khuit is consumation of eternal love between Nuit and Hadit. As I see it, this ritual aims at that exact realization.

While it is not mentioned in the original text, it might be good to balance with Star Ruby first.

Here we go:

Visualize that everywhere around you is the presence of divinity, under the form of the infinite night-sky, Nuit. Nuit is omnipresent and is pure joy & love. This may be done while vibrating the sacred word, “Αγαπη.”

“Nuit, I invoke you under your stars!”

“O circle of Stars whereof our Father is but the younger brother, marvel beyond imagination, soul of infinite space, before whom Time is Ashamed, the mind bewildered, and the understanding dark, not unto Thee may we attain, unless Thine image be Love. Therefore by seed and root and stem and bud and leaf and flower and fruit do we invoke Thee. (Liber XV)
“…O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!" (AL I:27)
“You are divided for love's sake, for the chance of union. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.” (AL I:29-30)
“You give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do you demand aught in sacrifice.” (AL I:58)
“To love you is better than all things. I invoke you with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein. For one kiss I am willing to give all.” (AL I:61)
“I love Thee, I love Thee. / Every breath, every word, every thought, every deed is an act of love with Thee. / The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love. / The songs of me are the soft sighs: / The thoughts of me are very rapture: / And my deeds are the myriads of Thy children, the stars and the atoms. / Let there be nothing! / Let all things drop into this ocean of love! / Be this devotion a potent spell to exorcise the demons of the Five! / Ah God, all is gone! Thou dost consummate Thy rapture. “(Liber VII, 5:21-30)

Visualize a sphere of light, a star, in the center of the heart – imagine that everywhere around you is the presence of divinity, under the form of the infinite night-sky, Nuit. This night sky is concentrated into a point in the heart, Hadit. Visualize a flaming sphere of divine aspiration, joy, strength, beauty, etc – perhaps a Snake reaching upwards. This may be done while vibrating the sacred word, “Θελημα.”

“Hadit, secret centre, heart, & tongue of Nuit, I invoke you!”

“I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death.” (AL II:6)
“I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. I am alone: there is no God where I am.” (AL II:22-23)
“I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg. )” (AL II:49)
“So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will. / Do that, and no other shall say nay. / For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.” (AL I:42-44)
“…Sorrow is not of us. / Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.” (AL II:19-20)
“…Existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.” (AL II:9)

Visualize & feel that the point of fiery light in the heart merges and coalesces with the infinite expanse surrounding it; they unite in love, joy, & blinding light.. Visualize and become the god-form of Ra-Hoor-Khuit, massive and universal in stature as Lord of the Universe. Ra-Hoor-Khuit can hold an Ankh in the right hand symbolizing Union, Love, Life, & Going and he holds Phoenix wand in the left symbolizing his transcendence of the cycle of Life & Death for He is eternal. This is the perfected Self, the completed Self, the undivided Self – child of the interplay of Nuit, the omnipresent infinite expanse, and Hadit, the infinitely contracted & unextended point(of-view). This may be done while vibrating the sacred word of power, “FIAOF” ()

“I invoke you, Heru-Ra-Ha, the Supreme Self - the crowned & conquering Child!”

 “O secret of secrets that art hidden in the being of all that lives, not Thee do we adore, for that which adoreth is also Thou. Thou art That, and That am I.” (Liber XV)
“Thou that art One, our Lord in the Universe the Sun, our Lord in ourselves whose name is Mystery of Mystery, uttermost being whose radiance enlightening the worlds is also the breath that maketh every God even and Death to tremble before Thee—By the Sign of Light + appear Thou glorious upon the throne of the Sun.” (Liber XV)
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.” (AL I:40)
“Love is the law, love under will.” (AL I:57)
“Above, the gemmed azure is / The naked splendour of Nuit; / She bends in ecstasy to kiss / The secret ardours of Hadit. / The winged globe, the starry blue, / Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!” (AL I:14)
“Unity uttermost showed!/ I adore the might of Thy breath,/ Supreme and terrible God,/ Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee: / --I, I adore thee…Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit! / Bid me within thine House to dwell, / O winged snake of light, Hadit! / Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!” (AL III:37-38)
“The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!” (AL I:45)
“Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.” (AL II:66)
I am alone: there is no God where I am.” (AL II:23)

Return to feeling the union of Nuit and Hadit in the form of the eternal child & conquerer, Heru-Ra-Ha; feel the infinite joy, strength, love, power, beauty, liberty, and light...


(And All is sealed Within with the Sign of Silence).

This ends the ritual as shared by IAO131.

It might be prudent to again balance with Star Ruby.

July 20, 2016

Kali - a poem by A. Crowley

Kali Ma

Since "the terrible and dark" Goddess Kali is my Ishta Devi (in hermetic waters the term used is HGA), it only seems wise to post in Her honor this poem.

It is said the poem was written by Aliester Crowley himself. Be that as it may, what an inspiration, so much love in his words!

 Here we go:

"There is an idol in my house
  By whom the sandal always steams.
Alone, I make a black carouse
  With her to dominate my dreams.
With skulls and knives she keeps control
(O Mother Kali!) of my soul.

She is crowned with emeralds like leaves,
  And rubies flame from either eye;
A rose upon her bosom heaves,
  Turquoise and lapis lazuli.
She hath a kirtle like a maid: --
Amethyst, amber, pearl, and jade!

Her face is fashioned like a moon;
  Her breasts are tongues of pointed jet;
Her belly of opal fairly hewn;
  And round about her neck is set
The holy rosary, skull by skull,
Polished and grim and beautiful!

This jewelled shape of gold and bronze
  Is seated on my bosom's throne;
She takes my mused orisons
  To her, to her, to her alone.
Oh Kali, Kali, Kali, quell
This hooded hate, O Queen of Hell!

Her ruby-studded brow is calm;
  Her eyes shine like some sleepy flood;
Her breast is oliban and balm;
  Her tongue lolls out, a-dripping blood;
She swings my body to and fro;
She breaks me on the wheel of woe!

To her eternal rapture seems
  Mere nature; underneath the crown
Of dusky emeralds there streams
  A river of bliss to sluice me down
With blood and tears, to drown my thought,
To bring my being into naught.

The cruel teeth, the steady sneer,
  The marvellous lust of her, I bring
Unto my body bright and clear
  (Dropped poison in a water spring!)
To fill me with the utmost sense
Of some divine experience.

For who but she, the adulterous queen,
  Made earth and heaven with all its stars,
The storm, the hunger epicene,
  The raging at invisible bars,
The hideous cruelty of the whole? --
These are of Kali, o my soul!

The sterile force of bronze and gold
  Bends to my passion, as it grips
With feverish claws the metal cold,
  And burns upon the brazen lips
That, parted like a poppy bud,
Have gemmed curves like moons of blood.

The mazes of her many arms
  Delude the eye; they seem to shift
As if they spelled mysterious charms
  Whereby some tall grey ship should drift
Out to a windless, tideless sea
Motionless from eternity.

This then I seek, O woman-form!
  O god embowelled in curves of bronze!
The shuddering of a sudden storm
  To mix me with thy minions
The lost, who wait through endless night,
And wait in vain, to see the light.

For I am utterly consumed
  In thee, in thee am broken up.
The life upon my lips that bloomed
  Is crushed into a deadly cup,
Whose devilish spirit squats and gloats
Upon the thirst that rots our throats.

Gape wide, O hideous mouth, and suck
  This heart's blood, drain it down, expunge
This sweltering life of mire and muck!
  Squeeze out my passions as a sponge,
Till naught is left of terrene wine
But somewhat deathless and divine!

Not by a faint and fairy tale
  We shadow forth the immortal way.
No symbols exquisitely pale
  Avail to lure the secrets grey
Of his endeavour who proceeds
By doing to abolish deeds.

Not by the pipings of a bird
  In skies of blue on fields of gold,
But by a fierce and loathly word
  The abomination must be told.
The holy work must twist its spell
>From hemp of madness, grown in hell.

Only by energy and strife
  May man attain the eternal rest,
Dissolve the desperate lust of life
  By infinite agony and zest.
Thus, O my Kali, I divine
The golden secret of thy shrine!

Death from the universal force
  Means to the forceless universe
Birth. I accept the furious course,
  Invoke the all-embracing curse.
Blessing and peace beyond may lie
When I annihilate the 'I'.

Therefore, o holy mother, gnash
  Thy teeth upon my willing flesh!
Thy chain of skulls wild music clash!
  Thy bosom bruise mine own afresh!
Sri Maharani! draw my breath
Into the hollow lungs of death!

There is no light, nor any motion.
  There is no mass, nor any sound.
Still, in the lampless heart of ocean,
  Fasten me down and hold me drowned
Within thy womb, within thy thought,
Where there is naught -- where there is naught!"