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1801 Paganism is by some estimates the fastest growing religion in North America and too few initiates. Best of all: Thanks to science, we are not limited to what we know today. We understand that even our best picture of reality is only an approximation, that we will have a better picture tomorrow. This gift promises to upset the creeping authoritarianism that has ruined so many paths of initiation and created so many religions. These are potent advantages. I believe they allow us the possibility of success. But not the certainty. As we approach the crossroads, there are a number of things that need doing. Some of these steps are simply a matter of keeping our attitudes in the right places. Others involve research, development, and artistic creation. Others still involve magical tasks. We need to understand that modern Paganism, though built on the past, is not limited by it, that we are capable of improving on our ancestor's wisdom even to the extent that their wisdom is not a product of our own romantic imagination, which is large measure it is. We need to recognize, once and for all, and say so, that our origin myths are just that: Wicca is not a survival from the pre Christian past, but an eclectic/creative construct meant to imitate what such a survival should ideally be. Its resemblance, and that of Neopaganism in general, to ancient paganism in any of its multitude of forms is slight and ultimately besides the point. We need to do these things because they will allow us to take the next step, which is to expand Paganism, as a path of initiation, to its potentia. We cannot do that so long as we are locked into an old model real or romanticized. The initiatory paths of the past have failed. Therefore, we need something better than what has gone before. We can take the essentials of Neopaganism, the broad strokes of its mythology and ritual, as a starting point, but we must go beyond that start. First, we need to penetrate beneath the level of religious symbolism to what might be called the physics of magic, the nuts and bolts and laws of nature that account for what magic does and is. Next to the initiatory experience itself, which can never be communicated or replaced by anything that point cannot be emphasized too much or too often the physics of magic would be the deepest level of understanding, accounting for all forms of symbolic knowledge. I have developed on system of laws which I believe to be workable. (An account of those laws will appear in an upcoming issue of Enchante.) It is the duty of every scientifically minded reader to rip them apart as best as possible, to test them, and improve on them. 1802 Secondly, we need to improve our tool chest of spiritual methods. Much of the work has already been done by initiates outside Paganism. All we have to do is translate it and incorporate it within our own framework. At the same time, an ex- panded and improved body of poetic ritual would be useful. Note from Ellen Cannon Reed: I received permission today from Skytoucher to upload the article preceding this message. I found it one of the best articles on paganism I've found. I do confess he is using paganism where I would use "Wicca", and I do not mentally apply what he says to the other pagan paths such as Asatru, but I do think the article is an important one with regard to Wicca. --- Maximus 2.00 * Origin: Mysteria * Be ye mystic * 818-353-8891 (1:102/943) 1803 Witches Rede of Chivalry Magical Rites from the Crystal Well, Ed Fitch and Janine Renee, 1987, Llewellyn Publications. Insofar as the Craft of the Wise is the most ancient and most honorable creed of humankind, it behooves all who are Witches to act in ways that give respect to the Old Gods, to their sisters and brothers of the Craft, and to themselves. Therefore, be it noted that: 1. Chivalry is a high code of honor which is of most ancient Pagan origin, and must be lived by all who follow the old ways. 2. It must be kenned that thoughts and intent put forth on this Middle Earth will wax strong in other worlds beyond and return... bringing into creation, on this world, that which had been sent forth. Thus one should exercise discipline, for "as ye plant, so shall ye harvest." 3. It is only by preparing our minds to be as Gods that we can ultimately attain godhead. 4. "This above all... to thine own self be true..." 5. A Witch's word must have the validity of a signed and witnessed oath. Thus, give thy word sparingly, but adhere to it like iron. 6. Refrain from speaking ill of others, for not all truths of the matter may be known. 7. Pass not unverified words about another, for hearsay is, in large part, a thing of falsehoods. 8. Be thou honest with others, and have them know that honesty is likewise expected of them. 9. The fury of the moment plays folly with the truth; to keep one's head is a virtue. 10. Contemplate always the consequences of thine acts upon others. Strive not to do harm. 11. Diverse covens may well have diverse views of love between members and with others. When a coven, clan, or grove is visited or joined, one should discern quietly their practices, and abide thereby. 12. Dignity, a gracious manner, and a good humor are much to be admired. 13. As a Witch, thou has power, and thy powers wax strongly as wisdom increases. Therefore, exercise discretion in the use thereof. 14. Courage and honor endure forever. Their echoes remain when the mountains have crumbled to dust. 15. Pledge friendship and fealty to those who so warrant. Strengthen others of the Brethren and they shall strengthen thee. 16. Thou shalt not reveal the secrets of another Witch or Coven. Others have labored long and hard for them, and cherish them as treasures. 1804 17. Though there may be differences among those of the Old Ways, those who are once-born must see nothing, and must hear nothing. 18. Those who follow the mysteries should be above reproach in the eyes of the world. 19. The laws of the land should be obeyed whenever possible and within reason, for in the main they have been chosen with wisdom. 20. Have pride in thyself and seek perfection in body and in mind. For the Lady has said, "How canst thou honor another unless thou give honor to thyself first?" 21. Those who seek the Mysteries should consider themselves the select of the Gods, for it is they would lead the race of humankind to the highest of thrones and beyond the very stars. 1805 _____________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] [ x x ] \ / \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) HISTORY OF THE BOVINOMICON ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by The Raver >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- __________________________________________________________ The history of the great Bovine mythos cycle is a lost and twisted one. Of the tales of the Bovine unknown, one literary work, one tome of Bovinity, does stand out. Yes, brutal reader, the BOVINOMICON. This being a short but complete outline of the history of this book, its author, The Raver, presents this work. The outline follows its various translations and editions from the time of the writing (AD 730) of the BOVINOMICON to the present day. ================================================================= Original title AL AZIF - Azif being the word used by the Arabs to designate that nocturnal sound (made by Bovine creatures) supposed to be the howling of daemons. Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad cow herder of Sanna, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Omminade Caliphs, circa AD 700. He visited the ruins of Babylon and the subterranean secrets of Memphis and spent ten years alone in the great southern desert of Arabia - (the Roba El Khaliyeh or "Empty Space" of the ancients and "Dahna" or "Crimson" desert of the modern Arabs) - which is held to be inhabited by protective evil spirits and monsters of death. Of this desert many strange and unbelievable marvels are told by those who pretend to have penetrated it. In his last years Alhazred dwelt in Damascus, where the BOVINOMICON (AL AZIF) was written, and of his final death or disappearance (AD 738) many terrible and conflicting things are told. He is said by Ebn Khallikan (12th century biography) to have been seized by an invisible cow in broad daylight and devoured horribly before a large number of fright-frozen witnesses. Of his madness many things are told. He claimed to have seen the fabulous Irem, or City of Pillars, and to have found beneath the ruins of a certain nameless desert pasture the shocking annals and secrets of a race older than mankind. (Editors Note: A full desc- ription of the nameless pasture, and the annals and secrets of its inhabitants will be found in the t-file THE NAMELESS PASTURE, written by the author of this outline). He was only an indifferent Moslem, worshipping unknown Entities who he called Yog-Elsie and Bob-Sothoth. In AD 950 the AZIF, which had gained considerable, though surreptitious circulation amongst the philosophers of the age, was secretly translated into Greek by Theodorus Philetas of Constantinople under the title BOVINOMICON. For a century it impelled certain experimenters to terrible attempts, when it was suppressed and burnt by the patriarch Michael. After this it was only heard of furtively, but (1223) Olaus Wormius made a Latin translation later in the Middle Ages, and the Latin test was printed twice - once in the 15th century in black letter (evidently in Germany) and 1806 once in the 17th (probably Spanish); both editions being without identifying marks, and located as to time and place by internal typographical evidence only. The work, both Latin and Greek, was banned by Pope Gregory IX in 1232 shortly after its Latin translation, which called attention to it. The Arabic original was lost as early as Wormius' time, as indicated by his prefatory note; (there is, however, a vague account of a secret copy appearing in San Francisco during the present century, but later perished in fire), and no sight of the Greek copy - which was printed in Italy between 1500 and 1550 - has been reported since the burning of a certain Salem man's library in 1692. A translation made by Dr. Dee was never printed and exists only in fragments recovered from the original manuscript. Of the Latin texts now existing, one (15th century) is known to be in the British Museum under lock and key, while another (17th century) is in the Bibliotheque Nationale in Paris. A 17th century edition is in the Widener Library at Harvard, and in the library at Miskatonic University at Arkham; also in the library of the University of Buenos Aires. Numerous other copies exist in secret, and a 15th century one is persistently rumored to form a part of the collection of a celebrated American millionaire. An even more vague rumor credits the preservation of a 16th century Greek text in the Salem family Pickman; but if it was so preserved, it vanished with the artist R.U. Pickman, who disappeared in 1926. The book is rigidly suppressed by the authorities of most countries, and by all branches of organized ecclesiasticism. Reading leads to terrible consequences. It was from rumors of this book (of which relatively few of the general public know) that R.W. Chambers is said to have derived the idea of his early novel, "THE KING OF CUD". 1807 -------------------------------------- CHRONOLOGY One - AL AZIF written circa AD 730 at Damascus by Abdul Alhazred. Two - Translated into Greek as BOVINOMICON, AD 950 by Theodorus Philetas. Three - Burnt by Patriarch Michael AD 1050 (ie, Greek; Arabic text now lost). Four - Olaus translates Greek into Latin, AD 1228. Five - Latin and Greek editions suppressed by Gregory IX - AD 1232. Six - 14..? Black letter edition printed in Germany. Seven - 15..? Greek text printed in Italy. Eight - 16..? Spanish translations of Latin text. ================================================================ PERSONS interested in learning more details about the nameless pasture mentioned in this outline, where Alhazred spent much time, should read the t-file THE NAMELESS PASTURE by THE RAVER, which gives a detailed description. The file is also a cDc communications release. This t-file is dedicated to my favorite author, H.P. Lovecraft, who, now that we have had time to take his work into perspective, is, no doubt, unsurpassed as the twentieth century's best practitioner of the horror tale. "No weird story can truly produce terror unless it is devised with all the care and versimilitude of an actual hoax." -- H.P. Lovecraft to Clark Ashton Smith (17 October 1930) ======================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by The Raver 4/22/88-57 All Rights Worth Shit 1808 ___________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] [ x x ] \ / \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) THE NAMELESS PASTURE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scribed by The Raver, Teller of Strange Legends >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- ____________________________________________________________ The tales of the Bovine mythos cycle are strange and diverse. Although some of our terrible order's members prefer to scribe tales of present day Bovinity, I opt for tales of a dark and terrible past, a time when the Bovine stalked the earth unheeded by mankind. "...The wailings of the mad are but the birth-cries of the new man - the old man gone like dust in the desert wind. Cleansed of the lies of mankind, the new man - the man of darkness - is free to absorb the beauty of nothingness, to glory in the stark night of the utter void. As your useless reason dissolves, rejoice in the knowledge that others in as diverse places as Texas and North Carolina have walked the same path, have drunk the same blood, have reveled in the same prospect of everlasting night, as you..." -- Keeper of the Bovine Gate 'Tis true, we are evil in our potent writings and scriptures of the Cow. But this is only for a reason. The following passage describes this point very well. Much better than I could, indeed. "...You do not yet know the true gods. Everything you know is a lie. The Great Bovine Ones - these are the true rulers of the Universe; these and others you have not yet heard of will be the objects of your adulation, your emotion, your love. You are the fortunate ones - the time may come, if you give your selfless devotion, that you will worship in the flesh in the Temples of the Nameless Pasture, whose glory is beyond your comprehension." -- Catechism of the High Priests of the Bovine The following tale is a true one and depicts the place that many Cultees desire to be... the dreaded Nameless Pasture, where Bob-Sothoth rules supreme and the blood of thousands runs rampant through the stalks of Cow-Bane. This tale is not for the faint of heart. Nay. You have been forewarned. 1809 ========================================================== In a distant land, in a distant time, the mad arab, Abdul Alhazred, began a horrific journey into the Roba El Kaliyeh ("Empty Space"), the vast desert of southern Arabia. The time was AD 715 and Alhazred was quite mad. After traversing the ruins of Babylon and the strange subterranean catacombs beneath the archaic ruins of Memphis who would not be? Alhazred, in his demented mind, thought that the vast desert would allow him the peace and tranquility that he so desperately needed. Unfortunately, this was not to be... As Alhazred traversed the shifting sands, his mind wandered back to the days when he was but a simple cow herdsman. All was well, until that day... the day that he heard a cow utter the following phrase in an ancient tongue: "Ia! Ia! Bob-Sothoth fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Bob-Sothoth wgha-nagl fhtaga!" Ever since that time seventeen years ago Alhazred had not been the same. He had afterwards began a vast quest to discover why the cows he had herded had talked and exactly who and what Bob-Sothoth is... or was. Alhazred began his quest almost a score of years ago and felt that he was close to the ultimate answer. During his nights with the cows those years past he had heard their urgent mooings. What did they mean? Were the cows possessed of daemons? What in the hell was going on? As Alhazred continued his bizarre cycle of thought he noticed not the paved stones peeking up at him from the sand below his sandled feet. Only when he tripped on a large crack did he notice the fragmented pavement beneath him. "What?" thought Alhazred. A road in the middle of a vast expanse of desert? Filled with curiosity Alhazred decided it best to follow the ancient road. Soon darkness overtook the world and day became night. As the moon climbed higher in the sky he began to see that the slopes of desert began to rise. Urged by an impulse which he could definitely not analyze, Alhazred scrambled with difficulty up the dunes... Upon reaching the top of the tremendous circle of dunes he stood silently, gazing into the stygian depths where no light had yet penetrated. All at once his attention was captured by a vast and singular object on the opposite slope, which rose steeply about a hundred yards ahead of him; an object that gleamed brightly in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending moon. He assured himself that it was merely a piece of gigantic stone; but he was conscious of an instinct impression that its contour and position were not altogether the work of Nature. A closer scrutiny filled him with sensations he could not express; for despite its enormous magnitude, and its position in an abyss which had yawned in the middle of a vast desert since the world was young, he perceived beyond a doubt that the strange object was a well-shaped monolith whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps the worship of living and thinking creatures. 1810 Dazed and frightened, yet not without a certain thrill of the scientist's or archaeologist's delight, Alhazred examined his surroundings more closely. The moon, now near the zenith, shone vividly above the towering steeps that hemmed in the chasm revealed that far below rested a great area of flat land. As he inspected the monolith more closely he noticed that, though eroded by the billowing sands, it was still identifiable as... a cow. Footholds were aplenty and Alhazred began the laborious trek downwards into the vast chasm. As Alhazred dropped from a low ledge to the base of the chasm he uttered a slightly audible groan. His feet had hit not sand but wheat. As he regained his feet he surveyed his surroundings. For hundreds of yards the great field reared into the distance.. far off he thought that he saw a mass of some sort but it was dark and he was unsure. He slowly set off towards the mass. Somewhere off in the distance he thought he heard the frenzied mooings of some unspeakable Bovine beast, but he convinced himself that it was probably just the wind. When Alhazred was within earshot of the vast mass he did hear the frenzied mooings of some sort of beast. Shaking with fear he moved closer only because of fear of what might be lurking around the vast pasture. As he got closer he saw that the mass was indeed a building, a temple.. broken colonnades paraded around the temple and strange bas-reliefs covered its face...it was too dark to clearly make out what the reliefs depicted. Alhazred began to circumvent the temple looking for some means of egress. Soon he found a rubbled hole in a wall. The hole poured with a dim light and the smell of greasy smoke. He crouched down so that he could peer inside. Inside he saw a vast chamber filled with a slime-coated liquid that was obviously water. The chamber was dominated by a Cyclopean monolith, on whose surface he could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. The writing was in a system of hieroglyphics unknown to Alhazred, consisting for the most part of Bovine creatures and the like. Several characters obviously represented beasts not of the modern world. It was the pictorial carving, however, that did most to hold him spell-bound. Plainly visible across the intervening monolith on account of their enormous size was an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of a Dore. He thought these things were supposed to depict cows - at least, a certain sort of cow; though the creatures were shown disporting like cows in great pastures, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which appeared to be in a pasture as well. Of their faces and forms he dared not speak in detail; for the mere remembrance mad him grow faint. Grotesque beyond the imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably Bovine in general outline despite loathsome tentacles, cilia covered with congealed slime, wide with flabby lips, glassy, bulbous eyes, and other features less pleasant to recall. Curiously enough they seemed to be chiseled badly out of proportion with their scenic background. Alhazred decided that they were merely the imaginary gods of some race lost in the vestiges of time. Awestruck at this unexpected glimpse into the past, he stood musing whilst the moon cast queer reflections on the stone walls around him. Then he saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast, polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly tentacles, the while it bowed its hideously horned head and gave to certain measured mooings. Alhazred went mad then. On his frantic ascent of the cliff and dune slopes, and of his delirious journey back to Damascus, he remembered little. Alhazred sang a great deal, and 1811 laughed oddly when unable to sing. He had distinct recollections of a great storm some time after ascending out of the blasted heath in the middle of the Roba El Kaliyeh; at any rate, he knew that he heard peals of thunder and other tones which Nature utters only in her wildest moods. ================================================================ It was this experience that prompted Abdul Alhazred to scribe the original Arabic text, AL AZIF, later translated into the BOVINOMICON. This rare work deals with many complex matters, including the idea that Bovine mooings are actually the language of daemons from the outer regions of the cosmos. "...do you dare imagine things as they can be? As, indeed they will be when the earth is transformed and the illusion of reality is erased from the minds of men by the annihilation of those minds? Do you live in hope to see Great Bob-Sothoth stride the earth? Do you dream of the Throne of Yog-Elsie, of joining the faithful that mosh there? O, purify yourselves, then, for these and greater things await you who are members of our terrible order..." -- Part of a speech heard outside of a home in a Winston-Salem, NC, suburb "The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind." -- H.P. Lovecraft ======================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by The Raver 4/22/88-58 All Rights Worth Shit 1812 T H E A U T O N O M A T R I X Nascent Manifesto of 930111 :: Symbolism & Design :: The name AutonomatriX is derived from the words autonomy and matrix to represent a self-directed and self-governing repository of information. The emblem of the Auto-nomatriX is a circular blade with eight teeth providing a background to t he glyph of Eris turned on its side. The AutonomatriX is a networking chaos magic guild of those striving to discover and rejuvenate magical ideas and technical skills with success as the only key to validation. We do not discriminate on the basis of lifestyle, gender, affiliation, race, or sexuality. We seek to interact with creative magicians who are pushing boundaries instead of being trapped by them. We are a guild composed of working craftspeople, whereas an order/lodg e/clique is generally an exclusive membership of supplicants. The time of centralized info-banks is at an end; the nature of "classified" or "secret" information is that it is more often limiting than useful to the collector, and only profitable to the banker of such media. Hierarchical structures are unnecessary and undesired; checks and balances regarding membership are determined by an individual's interaction with the rest of the group rather than personal prejudices or acceptance for any member by any other member. The principles "sink or swim" and "(inter)action equals life" are applicable to this magical guild, as in any network. :: Access to the AutonomatriX :: When a candidate has made intentional contact with a member of the AutonomatriX (called the "AX"), that member sponsors the candidate hirself and provides all pertinent information about that candidat e to another member as soon as is possible for co-sponsorship. Alternatively, if for any reason the member chooses not to sponsor the candidate after the initial inquiry, that member must send the information to two other members, one of whom is the member nearest to the candidate's geographic locale. Ideally, the two sponsors would be geographically separated from one another. All inquirers will be provided with the current AX manifesto by any member who accepts sponsorship of that candidate at the onset of their relationship. The suggested sponsorship period is three months, at the end of which the co-sponsors mutually decide upon whether or not initiation should take place. The sponsored candidate is requested to provide information regarding any personal magical work done in a journal or magical record. The candidate may in turn be given any part of the Corpus Fecundi other than the Contacts Listing (see below) that the sponsors deem appropriate at any time. Initiation may be performed by one or both of the sponsors and/or an y other members of the AX with the consent of the sponsors. The candidate must provide a record of a magical working whi ch has resulted in mani-festation of the intent at least two times, and design a self-initiation ritual. All initiation s must be performed in person. At the climax of the initiation, the new member is handed the current Contacts Listing ( on a scroll) and the remainder of the Corpus Fecundi. :: The Corpus Fecundi :: 1813 The Corpus Fecundi comprises a record of research, technical experimentation and ritual methods that have arisen since the emergence of this guild of Chaos. The entirety of this information is provided only after a period of sponsorship resulting in initiation and excludes non-req uested information of a political or genealogical nature. It is the personal responsibility of each member of the AX to update their copy of the Corpus Fecundi as new information becomes available. An active member of the AX is any person who is on the Contacts Listing. All information for inclus ion into the Corpus Fecundi is transferred throughout the network on at least a quarterly basis. The Corpus Fecundi consists of three parts, as follows: The first part is the "Contacts Listing," which includes all participants in the AX. All are listed by their appellation (any titles may be chosen), mailing address, Working Group and/or Project involvement information, and a brief biography (bio) of personal interests, researches, requests for information on any topic, etc. To remain on the Contacts Listing each member is responsible for making their mem- bership known by interaction with other members. If for any reason this cannot be done, membership requires that the current AX curators are notified of continued participation in the net-work by a work record semi-annually. The second part is an "Index" of all works currently making up the Corpus Fecundi. All members are responsible for ensuring that their copy is complete via this Index. The author of each item will be listed here, rather than on the items themselves. :: The Curators :: The issuance of Contacts Listings and Indexes are provided by the AutonomatriX curators, who ensure that each display the name and emblem of the AX upon them. Two curators are randomly chosen on June 27th of each year from volunteers to update and maintain securely the hard-copies and electronic copies of all material in the Corpus Fecundi. The Corpus Fecundi is maintained in its entirety in both formats at all times. Any individual in the network may assume these responsibilities, although no curator may have successive terms of office. :: Working Groups :: Each member of the AX is encouraged to form autonomous Working Groups. All WGs may be designated by whatever name (Coven, Project, Team, Clan, Temple, Group, Cabal, Tribe, etc.) deemed appropriate by those directly involved. A Working Group is composed of at least two active me mbers of the network and as many nonmembers as desired by them. 1814 Each Working Group is inaugurated by the generation of its own unique manifesto, accepted by all participating in that WG. It must be distributed by the AX members of that group to all on the current Contacts Listing. This particular manifesto should be made as detailed as possible, to outline the WG's objectives and intent, protocol, any offices assumed within the WG's internal structure, and whatever else the WG decides upon. Accompanying the manifesto should be each participant's signature (of their chosen appellation), mailing address, and bio. The AX will in no way interfere in matters of any Working Group's internal structure or protocol, with the fullest intention being to keep regulation to a minimum in regards to the network's guild structure. Each WG is encouraged to access any form of media available for wider distribution of ideas and material, and the AX pro vides encouragement and/or assistance to members who have material suitable for this purpose. :: Projects :: Projects or Operations which include any member of the AX within or without one's Working Group are to be listed in the Contacts List. An "Operation" is usefully described as an extended working for a specific goal carried out by two or mo re members of the guild regardless of WG affiliation. :: Main Contact Points :: It is recommended that each WG and Operation designate a Main Contact Point (or MCP) elected by the members in that Working Group, for response to inquiries and distribution of information. It is the responsibility of the acting MCP of that group to distribute all information for inclusion into the Corpus Fecundi of the members in hir Working Group and/or O peration. :: Information Transference :: Information is distributed throughout the entire active membership of the network in the issuance of the Contacts Listing and Index of the Corpus Fecundi by the AX curators. The authors of any item produced and distributed for inclusion into the Corpus Fecundi are responsible for the distribution of that information throughout the network. Any item may be marked "Private" by its author, and this is understood to mean distribution via the Corpus Fecundi only (not for public consumption). No items intended for the Corpus Fecundi may be marked with the author's appellation, although it is recommended that each item is accompanied by a cover letter providing whatever personal data the author or distributor desires. :: Voting :: When voting is required within the AX as a whole, all members must provide a written response of yes, no, or abstinence. The votes of each member are then listed beside their name on the next Contacts Listing. A measure's success depends upon at least a two-third's majority of all members of the AutonomatriX. All members are encour- aged to voice their own o pinions at all times. :: Identification :: The AX does not employ any single clue to disclose membership in the guild. However, objects that are easily available are periodically chosen to represent active participation in the network, such as a certain semiprecious stone or a color-specific pen for example. At any time, suggestions may be supplied to a curator for random selection. The identifier is described as briefly as possible at the top of each Contacts Listing. Aside from this, each WG and Operation is encou 1815 raged to generate totems and/or fetishes to designate themselves symbolically within the guild. :: Accessories :: Each Working Group in the AX chooses what ritual accessories are necessary. Some may choose specific forms of jewelry or ritual garments as a group. Each member must possess the current identifier object of the AX in the working area at the time of any meeting attended. The AutonomatriX may be reached via Temple Babel PO Box 26362 San Francisco, CA 94126 Vox Mail: 415- 267-6937 or via the PSYBERNET BBS: (805)772 AS IF 1816 ON THE NATURE OF THE AETHER by: Anthra Andromda [1] The Anahat Shabd, the "soundless sound", is the subtlest element of all. It is the etheric essence, finer than earth, air, water, or fire, beyond the speed of light... all pervasive, the source of cohesion, of electricity, of magnetism and gravitation, of all that exists. The modern physicist E.C.G. Sudarshan has described the etheric essence of the Anahat Shabd in scientific terms as follows: "The ether as superfluid is consistent with relativity and quantum theory. It is the support of all light, in it all bodies exist,it is attached to none, it is ever present beyond the limitations of time and space. It has no inertial qualities, no interactions, yet it is the very substance of illumination." E.C.G. Sudarshan (preprint, University of Texas, 1974) Such is the Eastern view of the aether, in the west it has been given the following definition: 1. An imaginary substance regarded by ancients as filling all space and making up the stars, etc. 2. In physics, as a hypothetical, invisible substance, postulated as pervading space and serving as the medium for the transmission of light and other energies. This Aether has been theorized and expounded upon by metaphysists for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years (I have so far been unable to find the true source of the idea). Back in the 1600 there were several Aethers, but around 1638, Rene' Descartes postulated a single Aether that was "all-pervasive". As recently as a hundred years ago this idea was quite popular, though now it is dismised by science, or at least most of science. There are now several physists who are beginning to develop theories about the universe that look for all the world like theories of the Aether, though, they are using different names for the very ideas that the ancient metaphysists proposed. Consider these two exerpts from papers written by modern physists. They are going to describe two "fields" that exist in their theories, and are in all likelyhood what the ancients called; the Aether. [2] Space is filled with an energy field, the energy concentration of which is extremely large (for the layman, the energy field in this lecture room could correspond to the energy of several bombs.) 1817 This energy field has little to do with light energy or solar energy, and instead is called the GRAVITON FIELD, TACHYON FIELD or NEUTRINO FIELD. There are two essential models of imagination for this field and the tachyon. We are either dealing with EXTREMELY SHORT WAVES which possess VERY HIGH ENERGY electromagnetic radiation, or we are dealing with very small energy units which display a PULSATING BEHAVIOR which, in turn, determines their energy. [...] The majority of them (tachyons) may remain relatively stationary (these are called BRADYONS) and because of their OSCILLATORY BEHAVIOR (Prof. Seike calls it "trembling motion" [Zitterbewegung]), they HAVE A GREAT AMOUNT OF ENERGY. This means that ALL MATTER is immersed in an EXTREMELY DENSE ENERGY FIELD which we cannot percieve. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Vangard note... Think of the Bradyon field in its continuous jiggle as having a composition similar to syrup. Rapidly moving Tachyons can be thought of as water or gas. Comparison of the flow speed of the two fields shows how the Bradyon field could "sustain" the holographic (3d) image of the universe in a matrix of living energy. This opens up very interesting concepts relating to Sheldrake's Morphogenetic Fields and Burrs' Electrodynamic Fields of Life. ------------------------------------------------------- [3] QUANTUM MAGIC REALITY AS DESCRIBED BY QUANTUM MECHANICS In quantum mechanics, reality is described by waves defining the probabilities of different outcomes from the same interactions. These waves manifest as what we have been taught to call matter, energy, particles, and/or waves when observed. These probability waves overlap and continue forever. The interactions between different entities constitute a single structure of linked wave patterns, so that the entire universe can be thought of as an unbroken whole. The waves form a matrix, with all parts of the system affecting all other parts. Non-local relationships exist between parts of the system that are distant from each other. It is impossible to distinguish two particles of the same type in a region of space in which they may be found simultaneously. Particles loose their individual identity in such regions. Thus, the physical universe is fundamentally unified. [...] SCIENTIFIC THEORY 1818 Mr. Walker's ideas and equations would only be hypotheses if it weren't for the fact that they have been tested experimentally and found to predict the results of experiments with reasonable accuracy [4]. The evidence meets the usual rules of proof for scientific theory, and this makes Walker's equations legitimate scientific theory. The non-local underlying wave patterns beneath manifestations of matter and energy that we hold in common with our surroundings allow us to influence reality and to obtain information about it using the power of the mind. This underlying interconnecting pattern is the very stuff of consciousness and manifests, not only as matter & energy, but also as psychokinesis, precognition and other phenomenon that are only now beginning to be recognized and embraced by some theories of modern physics. [...] Whatever the subtle level of reality underlying matter and energy, we are that (including our consciousness). If hidden variables exist, we are the hidden variables. It has been theorized that consciousness is an inseparable aspect of this underlying reality. When our awareness connects with the deepest layer of reality interconnecting everything, we may experience the level of consciousness beyond time and form reported by many mystics. It is this non local structure that we share with nature that makes it possible to "attune to nature," to psychically participate in nature, and to live in accordance with it. What we are usually aware of (normal waking consciousness) is a relatively superficial movement in the order of things. Behind the things we are aware of in waking consciousness are a vast array of less strongly linked phenomena. This latter realm is commonly called the unconscious (and parts of it the subconscious). The unconscious is not very accurate, since it forms a kind of ground of conscious- ness. Our awareness can link with this ground of consciousness to gain information and to influence events. ------------------------------------------------- As may be seen from the two quotations above modern science is developing theories that are harmonious with the Thelemic concept of the Universe. True they are using different names for the particles and fields, but they are none the less the same. It should be noticed in the above that one writer talks about a particle field, while the other writes about probability waves. These should not be confused -- it is entirely likely that these are one in the same -- much like the photon, which is alternately thought of as a particle and a wave -- yet it is still our mundane light. This Tachyon field is in all likely-hood a field of Hadits -- after all Hadit is omnipresent. At any rate this does seem to fit into the current Thelemic and Enochian theories of that which underlies reality, and even in the worst case science is describing a field of RA-HOOR-KHUITs. This goes a long way to explaining, in modern scientific terms, why and how Magick works. --------------------------------------------------------- It is Descartes' "All-pervasive Aether" or field of infinitely small particles that is becoming known as the Tachyon or neutrino field by modern science. 1819 In the Enochian theories, the universe is filled with a virtually infinite number of 'infinitely small' points of consciousness, these are known as the 'Monad'. These Monads are the very stuff of which all things are made, and are in all likelyhood the 'fundimental particle' of modern science. These monads then would also be the 'unit' particles which make up what the ancients called the aether, since at this level they would be indistinguishable from energy. They would also form a great 'matrix' which would fill the material universe. Since these particles are not only infinitely small, but are infinitely close together, any action on one given particle would have an effect on ALL others. As was noted above; these particles are 'points' of consciousness. This brings to mind statements made by Hermes; The ALL is MIND (or something to that effect). If these infinitely small particles are indeed consciousness, then it would follow that the All or the Universe is mind. The universe would indeed be a living 'thinking' creature in itself -- this idea is consistant with the theories of Enochian Physics. But I think I digress. As is pointed out above, modern physics is beginning to formulate theories that there is an 'all-pervasive' field or structure that includes and penetrates all things. This idea is harmonious with the ancient idea of the aether. Science postulates that this 'field' underlies all manifestion, the two exerpts above seem to agree on this point, as do the ideas of the aether. It seem to follow that the 'waves' that Mr. Cornett speaks of are what 'cause' what we call "physical manifestation", and that these waves are caused by mind (did the universe litterally 'think' itself into existance?). These waves could also be caused by aggreates of monads acting as a unit (the manifestation of an intelligent creature). The possibilities are endless, and all equally valid. So what does all this have to do with the price of tea in China? Just this; 1. It goes a long way in proving the Thelemic Cosmology, though we Thelemites would use different nomenclature. The Ideas of Nuit (infinite space) and Hadit (the infinitely small particle which fills and manifests Nuit) are beginning to be accepted by modern physics. The conjunction of these infinites, Ra-Hoor-Khuit, any and all events occuring within Nuit and Hadit, is therefore a 'given'. 2. It shows the mechanics of Magick. Since it can be observed that one consciousness affects another, it follows that one may affect the entire universe by simply 'fixing' an idea in their consciousness. This may seem a bit over-simplified...it is! The process is not an easy one, however, the rituals and processes that have been given us by the ancients do begin to make some sense in the light of modern physics. It is these ancient mechanisms that allow us to put our mundane minds into the proper 'frame' and therefore 'excite' our consciousness, thus allowing us to have a 'physical' effect on or enviroment. References: 1. S.S. Guruka Singh Khalsa, Research Associate Department of High Energy Physics Ohio State University Columbus, Ohio December 13, 1987 2. The Symposium on Energy Technology in Hannover November 27 and 28, 1980 Topic of the Symposium (Tachyon Field) Dr. Hans A. Nieper 1820 3. AMARANTH Vol. E.1.1: QUANTUM MAGIC An Electronic zine by Larry Cornett 8/22/88 4. Evan Harris Walker...Scientst and author. Worked for US Army Ballistic Research Labs. at Aberdeen Proving Ground, MD. He is the author on several papers and book concerning psychic and other para-normal phenomenon. 1821 By: Dan Holdgreiwe To: Adrienne Re: Dangers of Deity? ----------------------- In the presence of the Goddess, Adrienne said to Dan Holdgreiwe: PH> ...to suggest that the human psyche, confronted with the Divine PH> presence without being built up to sustain that impact, can frag ment. DH> I don't buy it, at least not in those terms. This sort of thing makes for impressive sermons, but it does not correspond to the Divine reality that I have experienced. Ae> Then you're lucky. I'm with Paul Hume on this one. Well, I've been rethinking this myself, mostly because I realized that in other contexts I make a big deal about the "dangers" of confronting the Divine. So why was I so critical of the dangers espoused by Paul and others? A major reason, I beleive is that I was taking their statements too literally. I can't take the image of God as a high voltage line seriously. For that matter, I find myself more and more disatisfied the the electrical metaphor that so permiates modern discussions of magic. Words such as "charging," "grounding," and "energy" capture only one side -- and not the most important side -- of ritual work. My over literal reading of their posts conjured up a ridiculous image in my mind, which I emphatically rejected. Let me say instead that the dangers of encounter with the Divine are not electrical, but rather are moral and intellectual. If one demands a relationship with Deity which exceeds one's moral maturity, one does indeed face serious risks. I suspect that most of these risks are related to self-deception and self-indulgence, but I suppose that in extreme cases the damage to the personality could be more rapid. All this, of course, presumes a basically healthy psyche. On the other hand, approaching Deity often feels much more dangerous than it is. We are likely to feel a great deal of fear as our pretensions and denials are stripped away by the appraoch of the Divine presence. This feeling of fear is necessary and good, but it is fear of change as much as fear of real danger. Ae> Traumatic not just for the unwilling. I recently had a pries tess of mine who did the Drawing Down for the first time and she was profoundly disturbed by it. Not in an unpleasant way, but she's well trained and she still found the whole experience hard to deal with on an emotional level. Some people can shrug it off, others find it hard to incorporate into themselves. Kinda like losing one's virginity... I wasn't thinking that "emotionally hard to deal with" was what Paul et al. meant by "zapped" or "crispy." Certainly such experiences can be emotionally hard to deal with (although I have never found them so myself). Ae> To be blunt, bullsh*t. Sure it can. The Gods sometimes force us to prove our mettle, *especially* if we ask them to. If we are strong enough,fine. If not... Prove our mettle at what exactly? Lightning bolts at fifty paces? I probably agree with you, but I reject the idea that we are tested like transistors -- turn on the juice and throw away the ones that burn out. 1822 Ae> Besides, the biggest danger isn't in the presence of the Divine. It's when the mage/priest *thinks* the Divine is there and is deluded. The unconscious mind will happily produce all sorts of fantasies if you ask. This I agree with 100% Ae> It isn't a case of how effective the participants are, rather, how ineffective. Delusion is a stock in trade for the occult arts. Here you seem to have come around to my side. Most dangers come not from the presence of the Gods, but rather from their absence. An imaginary power line isn't dangerous, but an imaginary like with God/dess is. Blessed Be Dan By: Paul Hume To: Dan Holdgreiwe Re: Re: Dangers of Deity? ---------------------------- Dan - The zapped or crispy metaphor (hmmm, more Divine Electricity imagery) could include "emotional discomfort," though I find that to be so basic an element in dealing with Divine encounters (in my *vast* experience (g)), as the ego tries to relate to what has just happened, that I don't really consider it at issue. Someone who shrugs and mutters "No big deal," whether they've Drawn Down a God for the first or five hundredth time has more of a problem, in my arrogant opinion, than someone who throws shrieking fits in the wake of the experience (assuming they get to stop screaming, eventually). Yes, the crispness of the unprepared is, in fact, a metaphor for psychological disintegration, an explosion of "mundane consciousness" in the wake of an experience which blows the underpinnings out from under it. In a not uncommon example, priesthood who begin to expect, to demand, the reverence shown them when they are vessels of the Divine be shown them when they are not exercising their theurgic office. Whether it is a Wiccan HPS or a Catholic monsignor (or what you will), this is a typical poison that can breed in the wake of the Divine invocation. 1823 Psychically, the Gods ARE high-voltage lines, whether you accept them as "real" or "mere archetypes," or whatever. They, by definition, function on a level of consciousness that is tremendously potent in the context of day-to-day awareness. And they may be as solicitous of humans as a human is when caring for a small and fragile animal, but They also do not exercise the same controls on humans that humans do on animals, and rarely force us to turn away from danger, though They try and protect us when we think to ask for it. The fact that humanity contains (in my view) Divine potential in its own right allows for humans to confront Deity on its own plane, even at the cost of the present incarnation. Paul By: Dan Holdgreiwe To: Paul Hume Re: Re: Dangers of Deity? -------------------------- In the presence of the Goddess, Paul Hume said to Dan Holdgreiwe: PH> The zapped or crispy metaphor (hmmm, more Divine Electricity imagery) could include "emotional discomfort," though I find that to be so basic an element in dealing with Divine encounters (in my *vast* experience (g)), as the ego tries to relate to what has just happened, that I don't really consider it at issue. Really? My own experience has included more than a little emotional discomfort, but almost all of it was in those periods when I wasn't receiving palpable confirmation that the work was acomplishing anything. Breaking through to the Divine, on the other hand, is usually a joyful, ecstatic experience for me. Part of this may be training (I spent about 10 unpleasant but productive years under the disipline of a very demanding spiritual group) and part of it may be a matter of pre-stripping the ego in anticipation of contact with the Divine (a less than common practice among Pagans, who tend tobe suspicious of anything that smacks of humility- ). PH> Someone who shrugs and mutters "No big deal," whether they've Drawn Down a God for the first or five hundredth time has more of a problem, in my arrogant opinion, than someone who throws shrieking fits in the wake of the experience (assuming they get to stop screaming, eventually). I would agree, but I find the more common reaction to be along the lines of "Oh, wow!" or even "Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes!" Perhaps this means I'm not "plugged in" to the high-amp Deities (like maybe Cthulu). On a more serious note, I probably use an egregore that mediates the relationship with God/dess in ways that make screaming fits less likely -- thought I suppose it could be disputed whether this was good or bad. 1824 PH> Yes, the crispness of the unprepared is, in fact, a metaphor for psychological disintegration, an explosion of "mundane con sciousness" in the wake of an experience which blows the under pinnings out from under it. In a not uncommon example, pries thood who begin to expect, to demand, the reverence shown them when they are vessels of the Divine be shown them when they are not exercising their theurgic office. Whether it is a Wiccan HPS or a Catholic monsignor (or what you will), this is a typical poison that can breed in the wake of the Divine invocation. Ah, this is where your metaphor confuses me. You speak of an "explosion" but your example is more akin to a cancer -- not a dramatic shattering of the personality, but a gradual corruption. The latter is a danger that I readily acknowledge. PH> Psychically, the Gods ARE high-voltage lines, whether you accept them as "real" or "mere archetypes," or whatever. They, by definition, function on a level of consciousness that is treme ndously potent in the context of day-to-day awareness. PH> The fact that humanity contains (in my view) Divine potential in its own right allows for humans to confront Deity on its own plane, even at the cost of the present incarnation. The Lord and Lady are indeed potent, but their energy is wisely controlled. Each of us, hoever, is a high-voltage line in much less capable hands. I believe it is not God/dess, but our own Divine potential which will "zap" us if we are careless in its use. Blessed Be Dan 1825 RITUALS AND SPELL OBJECTIVES AND DESIGN IN EIGHT MAGICS by Pete Carroll Our perceptual and conceptual apparatus creates a fourfold division of matter into the space, time, mass, and energy tautology. Similarly, our instinctual drives create an eightfold division of magic. The eight forms of magic are conveniently denoted by colours having emotional significance: OCTARINE, PURE MAGIC RED, BLACK, WAR MAGIC ███▒ DEATH MAGIC ███▒ ██▒ ███▒ ██▒ ██▒ ███████▒ ██▒ ██▒ █████████████▒ ██▒ ███ C H A O S ███▒ ███████ BOX ███████▒ ORANGE, ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄███████████████████████▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ BLUE, THINKING ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀█████ THE MAGICAL █████▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ WEALTH MAGIC MAGIC █████ MAILBOX ██████▒ ███04962577966████▒ ██▒ █████████████▒ ██▒ ██▒ ███████▒ ██▒ ██▒ ███▒ ██▒ ███▒ PURPLE or ███▒ GREEN, SILVER, LOVE MAGIC SEX MAGIC YELLOW, EGO MAGIC The eight types of magic can be attributed to the seven classical "planets", plus Uranus for Octarine. However in the cause of expanding the parameters of what can be attempted with each of these forms of magic, such an attribution will largely be avoided. The eight forms of magic will each be considered in turn. OCTARINE MAGIC Following Pratchett's hypothesis, the eighth colour of the spectrum, which is the magicians personal perception of the "colour of magic", may be called octarine. For me, this is a particular shade of electric pinkish-purple. My most signifikant optical visions have all occured in this hue, and I visualise it to colour many of my more important spells and sigils on the astral. Before I set sail in a handmade open boat through the Arabian Sea I was tricked into accepting a huge and priceless star ruby by a wizard in India. It was of an exactly octarine hue. During the most violent typhoon I have ever experienced I found myself shrieking my conjurations to Thor and Poseidon whilst clinging to the bowsprit as mountainous waves smashed into the boat and octarine lightning bolts crashed into the sea all around. Looking back it seems miraculous that I and my crew survived. I have kept the octarine stone, uncertain as to whether it was passed to me as a curse, a joke, a blessing, or a test, or all of these things. 1826 Other magicians perceive octarine in different ways. My personal perception of octarine is probably a consequence of sex (purple) and anger (red) being my most effective forms of gnosis. Each should seek out the colour of magic for himself. The octarine power is our instinctual drive towards magic, which, if allowed to flower, creates the magician self or personality in the psyche, and in affinity with various magician god forms. The "Magician Self" varies naturally between magicians, but has the general characteristics of antinomianism and deviousness, with a predilection for manipulation and the bizarre. The antinomianism of the magician self arises partly from the general estrangement of our culture from magic. The magicial self therefore tends to take an interest in everything that does not exist, or should not exist, acording to ordinary consensus reality. To the magician self, "Nothing is Unnatural". A statement full of endless meanings. The deviousness of the magician self is a natural extension of the sleight of mind required to manipulate the unseen. The god forms of the octarine power are those which correspond most closely with the characteristics of the magician self, and are usually the magicians most important modes of possession for purely magical inspiration. Baphomet, Pan, Odin, Loki, Tiamat, Ptah, Eris, Hekate, Babalon, Lilith and Ishtar are examples of god forms which can be used in this way. Alternatively the magician may wish to formulate a magician god form on a purely idiosyncratic basis, in which case the symbolism of the serpent and the planet Uranus often prove useful starting points. The magician can invoke such god forms for the illumination of various aspects of the magical self, and for various works of pure rather than applied magic. The category of pure magic includes such activities as the development of magical theories and philosophies, and magical training programs, the devising of symbolic systems for use in divinations, spells and incantations, and also the creation of magical languages for similar purposes. It is worth noting here that chaos-magical languages are usually now written in V-Prime before transliteration into magical barbaric form. V-Prime or Vernacular Prime is simply one's native tongue in which all use of all tenses of the verb "to be" is omitted in accordance with quantum metaphysics. All the nonsense of transcendentalism disappears quite naturally once this tactic is adopted. There is no being, all is doing. The octarine power is invoked to inspire the magician self and to expand the magicians primary arcana. The primary personal arcana consists of the fundamental symbols with which he interprets and interacts with reality (whatever that may assault perception as), magically. These symbols may be theories or kabbalas, obsessions, magical weapons, astral or physical, or indeed anything which relates to the practice of magic generally, that is not dedicated specifically to one of the other powers of applied magic, whose symbols form the secondary personal arcana of magic. 1827 From the vantage point of the octarine gnosis, the magician self should be able to perceive the selves of the other seven powers, and be able to see their interrelationship within his total organism. Thus the octarine power brings some ability in psychiatry, which is the adjustment of the relationship between the selves in an organism. The basis difference between a magician and a civilian is that the latter the octarine power is vestigial or undeveloped. The normal resting or neutral mode a civilian corresponds to a mild expression of the yellow power which he regards as his normal personality or "ego". The magician self however, is fully aware that this is but one of eight major tools that the organism possesses. Thus, in a sense, the "normal personality" of the magician is a tool of his magical self (and, importantly, vice versa). This realisation gives him some advantage over ordinary people. However the developing magical self will soon realize that it is not in itself superior to the other selves that the organism consists of, for there are many things they can do which it cannot. The development of the octarine power through the philosophy and practice of magic tends to provide the magician with a second major centre amongst the selves to complement the ego of the yellow power. The awakening of the octarine power is sometimes known as "being bitten by the serpent". Those who have been, are usually as instantly recognisable to each other as, for example, two lifeboat survivors are. Perhaps one of the greatest tricks of sleight of mind is to allow the magician self and the ego to dance together within the psyche without undue conflict. The magician who is unable to disguise himself as an ordinary person, or who is unable to act independently of his own ego, is no magician at all. Nevertheless, the growth of the octarine, or eighth power of the self, and the discovery of the type of magician one wants to be, and the identification or synthesis of a god form to represent it, tend to create something of a mutant being, who has advanced into a paradigm that few others are aware of. It is not easy to turn back once the jouney has begun, though quite a few have tried to abort the voyage with various narcotics including mysticism. It is a pilgrimage to an unknown destination, in which one awakes successively from one nightmare into another. Some on them appear vastly entertaining at the time. There are worlds within us, the abysses are just the initiations in between them. The evocation of an octarine servitor can create an invaluable tool for those engaged in magical research. The main functions of such entities are usually to assist in the discovery of useful information and contacts. Negative results should not be ignored here, the complete failure of a well prepared servitor to retrieve information about the hypothetical cosmic "big bang", was a contributory factor in the development of the Fiat Nox theory, for example. 1828 BLACK MAGIC The Death programs built into our genetic and hence behavioral and emotional structure are the price we pay for the capacity for sexual reproduction which alone allows for evolutionary change. Only organisms which reproduce asexually, to replicate endless identical copies of their very simple forms, are immortal. Two conjunctions with the black power are of particular interest to the magician: the casting of destruction spells and the avoidance of premature death. So called "Chod" rites are a ritual rehearsal of death in which the Death-self is invoked to manifest its knowledge and wisdom. Traditionally conceived of as a black robed skeletal figure armed with a scythe, the Death-self is privy to the mysteries of ageing, senescence, morbidity, necrosis, entropy and decay. It is often also possessed of a rather wry and world weary sense of humour. Surrounding himself with all the symbols and paraphernalia of death, the magician invokes his Death-self in a Chod rite for one of the two purposes. Firstly the experience of the Death-self and the black gnosis brings the knowledge of what it feels like to begin dying and thus prepares the magician to resist the manifestation of actual premature death in himself and perhaps others by, as it were, knowing the enemy. A demon is just a god acting out of turn. In the course of various Chod rites the magician may well experiment in shamanic style by invoking into himself the visualised entities and symbols that he associates with various diseases, to practice banishing them. Thus the Death-self has some uses in medical diagnosis and divination. Secondly, the death-self may be invoked as a vantage point from which to cast destruction spells. In this case the invocation takes the same general form but the conjuration is usually called an Entropy Rite. One should always look for any possible alternative to the exercise of destructive magic, for to be forced into the position of having to use it is a position of weakness. In each case the magician must plant in his subconscious a mechanism by which the target could come to grief and then project it with the aid of a sigil or perhaps an evoked servitor. Entropy magic works by sending information to the target which encourages auto-destructive behaviour. Entropy magic differs from Combat magic of the Red Gnosis in several important respects. Entropy magic is always performed with complete stealth in the cold fury of the black saturine gnosis. The aim is a cold blooded surgical strike of which the target is given no warning. The magician is not interested in getting into a fight, merely in a quick and efficient kill. The supreme advantage of such attacks is that they are rarely perceived as such by the targets who have nothing but themselves and blind chance to blame for the disasters which even magnanimity in victory does little to assuage. One disadvantage however, is that it is rather difficult to present invoices to clients for effects that appear to be due entirely to natural causes. 1829 God forms of the black power are legion; if the simple form of a cloaked skeleton with scythe does not adequately symbolise the Death-self then such forms as Charon, Thanatos, Saturn, Chronos, Hekate the Hag, Dark sister Atropos, Anubis, Yama and Kali may serve. Servitors of the black power are rarely established for long term general use, partly because their use is likely to be infrequent and partly because they can be danger to their owner, thus they tend to be made and dispatched for specific single tasks. BLUE MAGIC Wealth is not to be measured in terms of assets, but rather in terms of how much control over people and material, and thus ultimately one's own experiences, one achieves by economic activities. Money is an abstract concept used to quantify economic activity, thus wealth is a measure of how well you control your experiences with money. Assuming that varied, exciting, unusual and stimulating experiences are preferable to dull ones, and that they tend to be expensive for this reason, then the main problem for most people is to find a highly efficient form of money input which has the above agreeable qualities. The aim of wealth magic is to establish a large turnover of money which allows agreeable experiences at both the input and output stages. This demands what is called Money Consciousness. Money has acquired all the characteristics of a "spiritual" being. It is invisible and intangible, coinage, notes and electronic numbers are not money. They are merely representations or talismans of something which economists cannot coherently define. Yet although it is itself intangible and invisible it can create powerful effects on reality. Money has its own personality and idiosyncratic tastes, it avoids those who blaspheme it, and flows towards those who treat it in the way it likes. In a suitable environment it will even reproduce itself. The nature of the money spirit is movement, money likes to move. If it is hoarded and not used, it slowly dies. Money thus prefers to manifest as turnover rather than as unexploited assets. Monies surplus to immediate pleasure should be re-invested as a further evocation, but the truly money conscious find that even their pleasures make money for them. Money consciousness gets paid to enjoy itself. Those in money consciousness are by nature generous. Offer them an interesting investment and they will offer you a fortune. Just don't ask for small cash handouts. The attainment of money consciousness and the invokation of the Wealth-self consists of the acquisition of a thorough knowledge of the predilections of the spirit of money and a thorough exploration of personal desires. When both of these have been understood, real wealth manifests effortlessly. 1830 Such invocations must be handled with care. The blue gnosis of wealth and desire creates demons as easily as gods. Many contemporary success and sales seminars concentrate on creating an hysterical desire for money coupled with an equally hypertrophied desire for the mere symbols of wealth rather than the experiences the punters actually want. To work like a possessed maniac all day for the questionable pleasure of drinking oneself into near oblivion on vintage champagne every night, is to have missed the point entirely and to have a entered a condition of anti-wealth. However, the majority of those who are poor in relatively free societies where others are rich, owe their poverty either to a lack of understanding of how money behaves, or to negative feelings which tend to repel it. Neither intelligence nor investment capital are required in any great degree to become wealthy. The popularity of tales about the misery and misfortunes of the rich is testimony to the ridiculous myth prevalent amongst the poor, that the rich are unhappy. Before beginning works of blue magic it is essential to seriously examine all negative thoughts and feelings about money and to exorcise them. Most of the poor people who win in lotteries, and only the poor regularly enter them, manage to have nothing to show for it a couple years later. It is as if some subconscious force somehow got rid of something they felt they did not really deserve or want. People tend to have the degree of wealth that they deeply believe they should have. Blue magic is the modification of that belief through ritual enactment of alternative beliefs. Blue magic rituals may thus involve exorcisms of negative attitudes to wealth, divinatory explorations of one's deepest desires, and invocations of the Wealth-self and the spirit of money during which the subconscious wealth level is adjusted by ritual expression of a new value, and affirmations of new projects for the investment of resources and efford are made. Hymns and incantations to money can be delivered. Cheques for startling sums can be written to oneself and desires can be proclaimed and visualised. Various traditional god forms with a prosperity aspect can be used to express the Wealth-self such as Jupiter, Zeus and the mythical Midas and Croesus. Simple money spells are rarely used in modern blue magic. The tendency nowadays is to cast spells designed to enhance schemes designed to make money. If one fails to provide a mechanism through which money can manifest then either nothing will happen or the spell will flesh by strange means, such as a legacy from the untimely death of a much beloved relative for example. Serious blue magic is never attempted by conventional forms of gambling. Conventional gambling is an expensive way of buying experiences which have nothing to do with increasing one's wealth. Blue magic is a matter of carefully calculated investment. Anyone but a fool should be able to devise an investment that offers better odds than conventional forms of gambling. 1831 RED MAGIC As soon as humanity developed the organisation and weapons technology to defeat its main natural predators and competitors it seems to have applied a fierce selection mechanism to itself in the form of internecine warfare. Many of the qualities we regard as marks of our evolutionary success, such as our opposable thumbs and tool handling abilities, our capacity for communication by sound, our upright posture, and our capacity to give and receive commands and discipline, were almost certainly selected for during millennia of organized armed conflict between human bands. Our morality reflects our bloody history, for whilst it is taboo to attack members of one's own tribe, it remains one's duty to attack foreigners. The only debate is over who constitutes one's own tribe. When enthusiasm for war is limited, we devise sports and games in which to express our aggression. From the whole ethos and terminology of sport it is plain that sport is just war with extra rules. However, it should not be supposed that war is completely without rules. Wars are fought to improve one's bargaining position; in war the enemy group is a resource that one wishes to gain some measure of control over. Wars are fought to intimidate one's adversaries, not to exterminate them. Genocide is not war. The structure and conduct of war reflects the "fight or flight" program built into our sympathetic nervous system. In battle, the aim is to intimidate the enemy out of the fight mode and into flight mode. Thus, assuming there is sufficient parity of force to make a fight seem worthwhile to both parties, morale is the decisive factor in conflict. Indeed, it is the decisive factor in virtually any inter-human competitive, sporting or military encounter. Red magic has two aspects, firstly the invocation of the vitality, aggression, and morale to sustain oneself in any conflict from life in general to outright war, and secondly the conduct of actual combat magic. A variety of god forms exist in which the War-self can be expressed, although hybrid or purely idiosyncratic forms work just as well. Ares, Ishtar, Ogoun, Thor, Mars, Mithras and Horus in particular are often used. Contemporary symbolism should not be neglected. Firearms and explosives are as welcoming to the red gnosis as swords and spears. Drums are virtually indispensable. Sigils drawn in flammable liquids, or indeed whole flaming circles in which to invoke should be considered. Combat magic is usually practised openly with the adversary being publicly threatened and cursed, or finding himself the recipient of an unpleasant looking talisman, spell or rune. The aim is intimidation and control of one's adversary who must therefore be made as paranoid as possible and informed of the origin of the attack. Otherwise combat magic takes the same general form as that used in Entropy Rites, with sigils and servitors carrying auto-destructive information to the target, although with sub-lethal intent. However, the real skill of red magic is to be able to present such an overwhelming glamour of personal vitality, morale and potential for aggression that the exercise of combat magic is never required. 1832 YELLOW MAGIC Most of the extant texts on what is traditionally called "solar magic", contradict each other or suffer from internal confusion. Astrological commentaries on the supposed powers of the sun are amongst the most idiotic nonsense that discipline can produce. This is because the yellow power has four distinct but related forms of manifestation within the psyche. This fourfold division has led to immense problems in psychology, where various schools of thought have chosen to emphasise one in particular and to ignore those which other schools have alighted upon. The four aspects can be characterised as follows. Firstly the Ego, or self image, which is simply the model the mind has of the general personality, but excluding most of the extreme behaviour patterns that the selves are capable of. Secondly Charisma, which is the degree of self-confidence that a person projects to others. Thirdly, something for which there is no single English term, but which can be called Laughter-Creativity. Fourthly, the urge to Assertion and Dominance. All these things are manifestations of the same yellow power; although their relative emphasis varies greatly between individuals. Success in most human societies usually results from a skilful expression of the yellow power. The strength of the yellow power in an individual seems to bear a direct relationship to levels of the sexual hormone testosterone in both sexes; although its expression depends on personal psychology. There is a complex interplay between testosterone levels, self image, creativity, social status and sexual urges, even if they are unexpressed. In esoteric terms, the moon is the secret power behind the sun, as most female magicians realise instinctively, and most male magicians discover sooner or later. The Ego gradually accretes through the accidents of childhood and adolescence, and, in the absence of particularly powerful experiences thereafter, remains fairly constant even if it contains highly dysfunctional elements. Any type of invocation should make some difference to the ego, but direct work with it can achieve much more. Several tricks are involved here. The very recognition of the ego implies that change is possible. Only those who realize that they own a personality rather than consis of a personality, can modify it. For most people a preparation of a detailed inventory of their own personality is a very difficult and unsettling activity. Yet once it is done it is usually quite easy to decide what changes are desirable. Changes to the Ego or self image or personality by magic are classed as works of Illumination and are mainly accomplished by Retroactive Enchantment and Invocation. Retroactive Enchantment in this case consits of re-writing one's personal history. As our history largely defines our future, we can change our future by redefining our past. Everybody has some capacity to re-interpret things which were considered to have gone wrong in the past in a more favourable light, but most fail to pursue the process to the full. One cannot eliminate disabling memories, but by an effort of visualisation and imagination one can write in parallel enabling memories of what might also have happened, to neutralise the originals. One can also, where possible, modify any remaining physical evidence that favours the disabling memory. 1833 Invocations to modify the ego are ritual enchantments and personifications of the new desired qualities. Attention should be given to planned changes of dress, tone of speech, gesture, mannerisms and body posture which will best suit the new ego. One manoeuvre frequently used in yellow magic is to practice the manifestation of an alternative personality with a specific mnemonic trigger, such as the transference of a ring from one finger to another. Various god forms such as Ra, Helios, Mithras, Apollo and Baldur are useful to structure fresh manifestations of the ego, and for experiments with the other three qualities of the yellow power. Charisma, the projection of an aura of self confidence, is based on a simple trick. After a short while there is no difference at all between the pretence and the actuality of self confidence. Anyone wishing to remedy a lack of confidence and charisma, and uncertain as to how to begin pretending to these qualities, may find that a day or two spent pretending to absolute zero self confidence will quickly reveal both the effectiveness of pretence and the specific thoughts, words, gestures and postures required to project either pretence. Laughter and Creativity may not immediately seem to be related, but humour depends on the sudden forging of a new connection between disparate concepts, and we laugh at our own creativity in forging the connection. Exactly the same form of elation arises from other forms of creative activity, and if the insight comes suddenly, laughter results. If you don't laugh when you see a seriously brilliant piece of mathematics then you have not really understood it. It also take a degree of positive self-esteem and confidence to laugh at something creatively funny. Persons of low self-esteem tend only to laugh at destructive humour and the misfortunes of others, if they laugh at all. Laughter is often an important factor in the invocations of the god forms of the yellow power. Solemnity is not a prerequisite for ritual. Laughter is also a useful tactic in drawing conscious attention away from sigils or other magical conjurations once they are finished with. The deliberate forcing of hysterical laughter may seem an absurd way of ending an enchantment or an invocation, but it has been found to be remarkably effective in practice. This is yet another sleight of mind manoeuvre which prevents conscious deliberation. The "pecking order" within most groups of social animals is usually immediately obvious to us, and the animals themselves. Yet within our own society such dominance hierarchies are equally prevalent within all social groups; although we go to quite extreme lengths to disguise this to ourselves. The human situation is further complicated by the tendency of individuals to belong to many groups in which they may have different degrees of social status, and status is often partly dependent on specialist abilities other than displays of naked force. 1834 However, assuming that a person can appear competent in the specialist ability that a social group requires, that person's position in the group depends almost entirely on the degree of assertion and dominance that person exhibits. It is basically exhibited through non-verbal behaviour which everybody understands intuitively or subconsciously but which most people fail to understand rationally. As a consequence they cannot manipulate it deliberately. Typical dominance behaviours involve talking loudly and slowly, using lots of eye contact, interrupting the speech of others whilst resisting the interruption of others, maintaining an upright posture of concealed threat, invading the personal space of others whilst resisting intrusion into one's own, and placing oneself strategically in any space at the focus of attention. In cultures where touching is frequent, the dominant always initiate it, or pointedly refuse it. Either way, they control it. Submissive behaviour is of course the reverse of all the above, and appears quite spontaneously in response to successful dominance from others. There is a two way interaction between dominance behaviour and hormone levels. If the levels change for medical reasons then the behaviour tends to change, but more importantly, from a magical point of view, a deliberate change of behaviour will modify hormone levels. Fake it till you make it. There is nothing particularly occult about the way some people are able to control others. We simply fail to notice how it is done because nearly all the behavioural signals involved are exchanged subconsciously. Dominance signals do not tend to work if their recipients perceive them consciously. Thus in most situations they must be delivered subtly and with gradually increasing intensity. One of the few situations where such signals are exchanged deliberately is in military hierarchies, but this is only possible because of the immense capacity for direct physical coercion that such systems exhibit. Break the formal rules of non-verbal communication with an officer and he will have a sergeant instil some submission by direct means. Eventually the formal rules become internalised and function automatically, allowing enough obedience to permit mass self-sacrifice and slaughter. The yellow power is the root of most of the best and the worst of what we are capable. GREEN MAGIC There is inevitable a considerable overlap in what is written in popular magic books on the subject of venusian (love) and lunar (sex) magic. Consequently a planetary nomenclature has been largely avoided in this text. Although love magic is frequently performed in support of sexual objectives, this chapter will confine itself to the arts of making other people friendly, loyal and affectionate towards oneself. Friends are probably anyone's greatest asset. My adress book is easily my most valuable possession. As with erotic attraction, it is first necessary to like oneself before others will. This ability can be enhanced by appropriate invocations of the green power. Most people find it easy to elicit friendliness from people that they like themselves; but making persons who are not disposed to friendship towards you, become friendly, and making persons who you do not like at all friendly towards you, are valuable abilities. An unreciprocated friendship is a disability only to the person offering it. 1835 Invocations to the green power should begin with self-love; an attempt to see the wonderful side of every self one consists of, and then proceed into a ritual affirmation of the beauty and loveability of all things and all people. Suitable god forms for the Love-self include Venus, Aphrodite and the mythical Narcissus, whose myth merely reflects a certain male prejudice against this type of invocation. From within the green gnosis, spells to make people friendly may be cast by simple enchantment or by the use of entities created for this purpose. However it is in face to face meetings that the empathic abilities stimulated by the invocation work most effectively. Apart from the obvious manoeuvres of showing interest in everything the target has to say and affirming and sympathising with most of it, there is another critical factor called "behavioral matching", which usually takes place subconsciously. Basically, in the absence of overtly hostile postures on the part of the target, one should attempt to match the non-verbal behaviour of the target precisely. Sit or stand in the identical bodily posture, make the same movements, use the same degree of eye contact, and talk for similar intervals. As with dominance behaviour, such signals only work if they are not consciously perceived by the recipient. Do not move to match the target's moves and postures immediately. It is also essential to try and match the verbal behaviour and to communicate with the same level of intelligence, social status and sense of humour as the target. Before I made myself wealthy, I used to practice these abilities when hitch-hiking. Soon, even people whom I found quite ghastly were buying me lunch and transporting me far out of their way. Empathy will get you anywhere. ORANGE MAGIC Charlatanry, trickery, living by one's wits and thinking fast on one's feet are the essence of the orange power. These mercurial abilities were traditionally associated with the god forms which acted as patrons to doctors, magicians, gamblers and thieves. However the profession of medicine has now partly dissociated itself from charlatanry since doctors discovered that antibiotics and hygienic surgery actually worked. Nevertheless about eighty percent of medications are still basically placebos, and the profession still retains the mercurial caduceus for its emblem. Similarly the profession of magic has become less dependant on charlatanry with the discovery of the quantum-probabilistic nature of enchantment and divination and the virtual abandonment of classical alchemy and astrology. Pure magic is now best described as an expression of the octarine power, having an Uranian character. Yet charlatanry still has its place in magic as in medicine. Let us not forget that all "conjuring tricks" were once part of the shamanic warm up repertoire in which something lost or destroyed is miraculously restored by the magician to get the audience in the right mood before the serious business of placebo healing began. In its classical form, the magician puts a dead rabbit in a hat before pulling out a live one. 1836 To the list of professions drawing heavily on the orange power one must now add salesman, confidence trickster, stockbroker and indeed any profession with an extreme heart attack rating. The motive power of the orange gnosis is basically fear, a species of fear which does not inhibit the user, but rather creates an extraordinary nervous speed that produces quick moves and answers in tight corners. The apotheosis of the Wit-self is the ability to enter that state of mental overdrive in which the fast response is always forthcoming. This ability is,, paradoxically enough, created by not thinking about thinking, but rather allowing anxiety to partially paralyse the inhibitory process themselves so that the subconscious can throw out a quick witted response without conscious deliberation. Invocations of the orange power are best delivered at frantic speed and gnosis can be deepened by the performance of mentally demanding tasks such as adding up large lists of numbers in one's head or ripping open envelopes containing difficult questions and answering them instantly; activities which should be persisted with until a breakthrough to the experience of thinking without deliberation is achieved. Varied god forms can be used to give form to the Wit-self. Hermes, Loki, Coyote the Trickster and the Roman Mercurius are often employed. Orange magic is usually restricted to invocations designed to enhance general quick wittedness in secular activities such as gambling, crime and intellectual pursuits. Enchantments and evocations performed subsequent to an invocation of the orange gnosis rarely seem to give results as effective as the invocation itself in my experience. Perhaps something should be said about crime and gambling for the benefit of those hotheads who may misunderstand what can be done with orange magic in support of such activities. Theft is ludicrously easy performed methodically yet the majority of thieves get caught after a while because they become addicted to anxiety, which they experience as excitement and start taking risks to increase it. The novice thief who, in state of extreme anxiety, takes something in a situation of zero risk, does not of course get caught and neither does the careful professional. However there are few careful professionals because there are far easier ways of making money in most societies for people with that kind of ability. The great majority of thieves however always manage to find some way of incriminating themselves because the anxiety of the theft itself fades, only the anxiety of punishment remains. Those quick witted and outwardly cool enough to thieve successfully can easily make more from salesmanship. 1837 There are three types of persistent gambler. The losers account for two types. Firstly there are those addicted to their own arrogance, who just have to prove that they can beat pure chance or the odds set by the organisers. Secondly there are those addicted to the anxiety of loosing. Even if they win, they invariably throw it away again soon afterwards. Then there are the winners. These people are not gambling at all, either because they are organising the odds and stakes, or because they have inside information, or because they are cheating. This is true orange magic. Poker is not a game of chance if played skilfully, and skilful play includes not playing against persons of equal or superior skill, or persons holding a Smith and Weston to your Four Aces. Most conventional forms of gambling are set up in such a way that the use of anything but the most extreme forms of psychic power will make little difference. I would not bother to bet on odds that I had reduced from an hundred to one to merely sixty to one. However certain results obtained using double blind prescience with horse racing show encouraging potential. PURPLE MAGIC A large proportion of all the cults throughout history have shared one particular characteristic. They have been led by a charismatic man able to persuade women to freely dispense sexual favours to ther men. When one begins to look, this feature is startlingly common to many ancient cults, monotheistic schismatic sects and modern esoteric groups. Many, if not the majority of adepts past and present were, or are, whoremasters. The mechanism is quite simple, pay the woman in the coinage of spirituality to service the men who repay you with adulation and accept your teachings as a side effect. The adulation from the men then increases your charisma with the women creating a positive feedback loop. It can be a nice little earner until old age or a police raid catches up with the enterprise. The other danger is of course that the women, and eventually the men, may come to feel that constant changes of partners work against their longer term interests of emotional security and reproduction. The turnover in such cults can thus be high, with young adults constantly replacing those approaching early middle age. Few religions or cults lack a sexual teaching, for any teaching provides a powerful level of control. The vast majority of the more durable and established religions trade on a suppression of so called free love. This pays considerable dividends too. Women's position becomes more secure, and men know who their children are. Naturally adultery and prostitution flourish in such conditions because some people always want a little more than lifelong monogamy has to offer. So it's quite true that brothels are built with the bricks of religion. Indirectly so with conventional religions, directly so with many cults. All this begs the question of why it is that people have such an appetite for wanting to be told what to do with their sexuality. Why do people have to seek esoteric and metaphysical justification for what they want to do? Why is it so easy to make a living selling water by the river? 1838 The answer, it appears, is that human sexuality has some built in dissatisfaction function of evolutionary origin. Our sexual behaviour is partly controlled by genetics. Those genes most likely to survive and prosper are those that in the female encourage the permanent capture of the most powerful male available and occasional liaisons (clandestine) with any more powerful male that may be temporarily available. Whereas in the male, the genes most likely to prosper are those encouraging the impregnation of as large a number of females as he can support, plus perhaps a few on the sly that other men are supporting. It is interesting to note that only in the human female is oestrous concealed. In all other mammals the fertile time is made abundantly obvious. This appears to have evolved to allow, paradoxically both adultery and increased pair bonding through sex at times when it is reproductively useless. The economic basis of any particular society will usually supply some pressure in favour of a particular type of sexuality and this pressure will be codified as morality which will inevitably conflict with biological pressures. Celibacy is unsatisfactory, Masturbation is unsatisfactory, Monogamy is unsatisfactory, Adultery is unsatisfactory, Polygamy and Polyandry is unsatisfactory and presumably Homosexuality is unsatisfactory, if the renetic merry-go-round of partner exchanges in that discipline is anything to go by. Nothing in the spectrum of possible sexualities provides a perfect long term solution, but this is the price we pay for occupying the pinnacle of mammalian evolution. So much of our art, culture, politics and technology arises precisely out of our sexual yearnings, fears, desires and dissatisfactions. A society sexually at peace with itself would present a very dull spectacle indeed. It is generally if not invariably tha case that personal creativity and achievement are directly proportional to personal sexual turmoil. This is actually one of the major but often unrecognised techniques of sex magic. Inspire yourself with maximum sexual turmoil and confusion if you really want to find out what you are capable of in other fields. A tempestuous sex life is not a side effect of being a great artist for example. Rather it is the art which is the side effect of a tempestuous sex life. A fanatical religion does not create the suppression of celibacy. It is the tensions of celibacy which create a fanatical religion. Homosexuality is not a side effect of barracks life amongst elite suicide shock troops. Homosexuality creates elite suicide shock troops in the first place. The Muse, the hypothetical source of inspiration, usually pictured in sexual terms, is the Muse only when one's relationship to her is unstable. Every possible moral pronouncement on sexual behaviour has doubtless been given a million times before, and it would be unseemly for a Chaoist to re-emphasise any of it. However, one thing seems reasonably certain. Any form of sexuality eventually invokes the whole gamut of ecstasy, self-disgust, fear, delight, boredom, anger, love, jealousy, rafe, self-pity, elation and confusion.It is these things which make us human and occasionally superhuman. To attempt to transcend them is to make oneself less than human, not more. Intensity of experience is the key to really being alive and given the choice I'd rather do it through love than war any day. 1839 A dull sex life creates a dull person. Few people manage to achieve greatness in any field without propulsion that a turbulent emotional-sexual life supplies. This is the major secret of sex mgic, the two minor secrets involve the function of orgasm as gnosis and the projection of sexual glamours. Anything held in the conscious mind at orgasm tends to reach down into the subconscious. Sexual abnormalities can readily be implanted or removed by this method. At orgasm sigils for enchantment or evocation can be empowered either by visualisation or by gazing at the sigil taped to one's partner's forehead for example. However this kind of work is often more conveniently performed auto-erotically. Although the gnosis offered by orgasm can in theory be used in support of any magical objective, it is generally unwise to use it for entropy or combat magic. No spell is ever totally insulted within the subconscious and any leakages which occur can implant quite detrimental associations with the sexuality. At orgasm an invocation can be triggered, this operation being particularly effective if each partner assumes a god form. The moments following orgasm are a useful time for divinatory vision seeking. Prolonged sexual activity can also lead to stages of trance useful in visual and oracular divination or oracular states of possession in invocation. The projection of Sexual Glamour for the purposes of attracting others depends on far more than simple physical appearance. Some of the most conventually pretty people lack it entirely, whilst some of the plainest enjoy its benefits to the limit. To be attractive to another person one must offer them something which is a reflection of part of their self. If the offer becomes reciprocal then it can lead to that sense of completion which is most readily celebrated by physical intimacy. In most cultures it is conventional for the male to display a tough public exterior and for the female to display a softer persona, yet in a sexual encounter each will seek to reveal their concealed factors. The male will seek to show that he can be compassionate and valnerable as well as powerful, whilst the female seeks to display inner strength behind the outward signs and signals of passive receptivity. Incomplete personalities such as those which are machismo to the core, or consist of the polar opposite of this, are never sexually attractive to anyone except in the most transient sense. Thus the philosophers of love have come to identify a certain androgyny in either sex as an important component of attraction. Some have taken the poetic license to express the quaint ideal that the male has a femal soul and the female a male one. This reflects the truism that to be attractive to others you must first become attracted to yourself. A few hours spent practising being attractive in front of a mirror is a valuable exercise. If you cannot get mildly excited about yourself, then don't expect anyone else to get wildly excited. 1840 The "moon glance" technique is often effective. Basically one briefly closes the eyes and momentarily visualises a lunar crescent in silver behind the eyes with the horns of the moon projecting out of each side of the head behind the eyes. Then one glances into the eyes of a potential lover whilst visualising a silver radiance beaming from your eyes to theirs. This manoeuvre also has the effect of dilating the pupils and usually causes an involuntary smile. Both of these are universal sexual signals, the first of which acts subconsciously. It is generally unwise to cast spells for the attraction of specific partners but better to conjure for suitable partners in general for oneself or others. One's subconscious usually has a far more subtle appreciation of who really is suitable. Sexual magic is traditionally associated with the colours of purple (for ppassion) and silver (for the moon). However, the effectiveness of black clothing as either a sexual or an anti-sexual signal, depending on the style and cut, shows that black is in a sense the secret colour of sex, reflecting the biological and psychological relationship between sex and death. ________________ This text is out of Pete Carroll's book "Liber Kaos, The Psychonomicon" (Weiser) With fractalic greetings and laughter * Fra.: Apfelmann * 1841 Dedication Ritual Lammas, 1992 Khaled Quicksilver OPENING: Put up circle as per usual, up to but not including DDTM. Principal witness is Priest or Priestess, whichever is opposite gender to the Candidate. Candidate (with sponsors, stands facing Priest/ess: "I, (full given name), have decided to dedicate myself to the keeping of the Gods, and I wish to so swear, with this Circle of the Craft of the Wise as witness." Priest/ess (to sponsors): "Is (candidates full name) a proper person, of good report and standing in both communities, sacred and profane, who resoects our ways and wishes to learn the path of Wisom from the Lord and Lady?" Sponsor: "I have found her/him to be so." Priest/ess (to Candidate): "What is the Rede?" Candidate: "An it harm none, do what ye will." Priest/ess: "Truly an Ethical core. And art willing to make oath to the Gods?" Candidate: "I am." Priest/ess: "Art willing to ever keep secret what is unfolded before you, even though it should cost thee thy life?" Candidate: "I am." Priest/ess: "Art willing to swear so before the Gods, and before these here assembled? Candidate: "I am." Priest/ess (to Sponsor): "Has s/he the password to enter into the worlds where such a compact must needs be made? Sponsor: "S/he has it not. I give it for him/her, so she may enter into compact." 1842 Dedication (continued) Priest/ess: "By what Right or Privelege do you ask admittance into our Rites and into the company of the Gods?" Sponsor: "By the right of two passwords. Perfect Love and Perfect Trust!" Priest/ess (to dedicant): "The door has been opened for you. But you must make the step alone. By what right do you enter?" Dedicant: "By those very passwords. Perfect Love and Perfect Trust." Priest/ess: "I give thee a third. (Kisses Candidate) DDTM is then performed. Priest/ess: "You may now proceed with your wish." Candidate: Gives dedication oath. (this should be written by the candidate with the help of the sponsor(s), so that all the elements required are included, but should not follow a "canned" script.) Priest/ess (to those assembled): "We have heard (Canddates name)'s intentions. Have you any questions or do you wish any clarification?" Each covenor does so, if they want a clarification. This continues until all are satisfied as to the meaning of the candidate's oath and are satisfied that the candidate has promised to live up the the Rede, to the best of his/her ability while a student and to keep the Secrets, whether they stay in or not. (NOTE: Promising more than is outlined is grossly unfair -- The candidate MUST fully cognizant of what has been promised!) Priest/ess: "We have heard your Oath and your meaning. Remember that you Oath binds you, for it has been made in the presence of the Gods and witnessed by the Craft of the Wise." Priest/ess then introduces the new dedicant to each member of the group, then to the Quarters, and finally to the Gods: Priest/ess: "Lord and Lady, here is your Child, (name) who has sworn his/her devotion to you. Treat him/her gently and with justice, for s/he is young in the ways of the Wise. Teach us to do the same." Cakes and Wine, with the new Dedicant fiven the first drink in honour of his/her new status. Dismiss the Circle. 1843 The Witches' Creed Doreen Valiente Hear Now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When dark was our destiny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light. Mysterious water and fire, The earth and the wide-ranging air, By hidden quintessence we know them, And will and keep silent and dare. The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring, We share with the life universal, Rejoice in the magical ring. Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, and the witches are seen At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Eve and old Hallowe'en. When day-time and night-time are equal, Whensun is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, And Witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven's array. Thiteen times at Esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day. The power that was passed down the age, Each time between woman and man, Each century unto the other, Ere time and the ages began. When drawn is the magical circle, By sword or athame of power, Its compass between two worlds lies, In land of the shades for that hour. This world has no right then to know it, And world of beyond will tell naught. The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The Great Work of magic is wrought. For the two are mystical pillars, That stand at the gate of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the gorces divine. 1844 The Witches' Creed (cont.) The dark and the light in succession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: Of this our ancestors teach. By night he's the wild wind's rider, The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades. By day he's the King of the Woodland, The dweller in green forest glades. She is youthful or old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque, The bright silver lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark. The master and mistress of magic, Thet dwell in the deeps of the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind. So drink the good wine to the Old Gods, And Dance and make love in their praise, Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us In peace at the end of our days. And Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it Love that harms none, For this is the only commandment. By Magic of old, be it done! Doreen Valiente, "Witchcraft For Tomorrow" pp.172-173 1845 SAMHAIN CHANT Fire red, summer's dead Yet it shall return. Clear and bright, in the night, Burn, fire, burn! Chorus: Dance the ring, luck to bring, When the year's a-turninng. Chant the rhyme at Hallows-time, When the fire's burning. Fire glow, vision show Of the heart's desire, When the spell's chanted well Of the witching fire. Chorus: Dance the ring, luck to bring, When the year's a-turninng. Chant the rhyme at Hallows-time, When the fire's burning. Fire spark, when nights are dark Makes our winter's mirth. Red leaves fall, earth takes all, Brings them to rebirth. Chorus: Dance the ring, luck to bring, When the year's a-turninng. Chant the rhyme at Hallows-time, When the fire's burning. Fire fair, earth and air, And the heaven's rain, All blessed be, and so may we, at Hallows-tide again. Chorus: Dance the ring, luck to bring, When the year's a-turninng. Chant the rhyme at Hallows-time, When the fire's burning. Doreen Valiente "Witchcraft For Tomorrow" p. 193 1846 HORN SONG Great stag's horns are sprouting out of my head! Now I sing great songs! Thundering voices roar Ancient melodies That now are caught in my magickal horns To power my soul And to heal my body And enrich my mind! Listen as I soar! Listen as I sing! My words are power To heal bodies, minds, soul And to conquer death! Date: 01-29-89 14:07 From: Hugh Read Origin: FIRE OPAL - A Gem of an OPUS [Minneapolis, MN (612) 822-4812] (Opus 1:282/8) 1847 PAN TO ARTEMIS Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars, In the sounding, rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, To the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke-- By the rrage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness, The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me; The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, O my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though I fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke! By the mystical union Of fairy and faun, Unspoken, unbroken-- The dusk to the dawn!-- A secret communion, Unmeasured, unsung, The listless, resistless, Tumultuous tongue!-- O virgin in armour Thine arrows unsling, In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! No Godhead could charm her, But manhood awoke-- O fiery Valkyrie, I invoke, I invoke! 1848 ALOHA, Serge King -- a full moon blessing The only Temple of Peace worth building Is in your heart, Serge Is in the human heart In your students hearts Peace can not be won with money, Serge Peace can not be bought Nor can peace be sold But peace must be earned In loving, selfless service to us all Giving, regiving Just for the Joy of It THAT is Aloha Aloha is never prosperity, Serge Bought with the money Tinkling in your pocket Aloha is free Giving, regiving in poverty Sings an ancient song Full of Joy, Bliss and Love The true coin of Peace A so is giving, regiving in wealth A thing of beauty Filled with ancient glory Unsurpassable With blessings and thanks, I give you this gift May it touch your heart And open your heart May it touch all hearts ALOHA, Serge King! Date: 01-22-89 05:33 Hugh Read 1849 BURNING TIMES The songs are sung to rouse our anger Of martyred witches gone to the fire But what is served by righteous singing When all we do is stew in our ire? Nine million dead in four hundred years More in that time simply died of disease. Why do we dwell on long-passed dead When we are alive in times like these? cho1: Rise up, Witches, throw off your masks And cease crying guilt for ancient crimes; Earth and all her children need us, For all face now the Burning Times. In the face of that hostile power, How did the old knowledge stay alive? How do we have a Craft to practise? Our ancestors knew how to fight and survive! How do we honour our blessed dead? Slavery threatens all but the few! We must teach their cunning ways; Everyone needs the skills they knew. cho: Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, And let your power spread and climb; Earth and all her children need us, For all face now the Burning Times. I'll not cast off science's works Witches all forces to Will can bend. I'll not accuse, for war and waste, Some patriarchy of faceless Men. Men do not cast the only votes; Women alone do not demonstrate. Rather than shut out half the race, Who, if not we, will change that state? cho: Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, And let your power spread and climb; Earth and all her children need us, For all face now the Burning Times. I will not blame a Father's Church -- Blame and guilt are Their tools, not mine. And even in the shuls and churches Allies there will I seek and find! I will not answer hate with fear; Nor with a smug, cheek-turning love; I will not answer hate with rage; By strength alone will I not be moved! 1850 BURNING TIMES (cont.) cho: Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, And let your power spread and climb; Earth and all her children need us, For all face now the Burning Times. I will not hide in my sacred grove -- The factories and cities yet ring me about. I will not climb my ivory tower -- The real world exists though I shut it out. I will not work for Church nor State Who serve themselves while they serve us lies. Nor only for my Witchen kin But for the family of all alive! cho: Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, And let your power spread and climb; Earth and all her children need us, For all face now the Burning Times. So if rebellion means to fight A State lost sight of why it was built, If heresy's to reject a Church That rules with force or fear or guilt, Then let us all be rebels proud, And shameless heretics by creed! A tyrant's hand subjects the Earth More heretic rebels are what She needs! cho: Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, And let your power spread and climb; Earth and all her children need us, For all face now the Burning Times. copyright 1988, Leigh Ann Hussey ThelemaNet - Hail Eris! * (415) 548-0163 (Opus 1:161/93) 1851 CHANGE I wonder if the sadness I feel Is the shadow Of my profound happiness Something is finished That was filled with wonderful excitement The search is over Now it is time to work This is something new It is as if a tiger were lurking Unseen and waiting To pounce on me and kill This, my new beauty 01-10-89 Hugh Read FIRE OPAL - A Gem of an OPUS [Minneapolis, MN (612) 822-4812] (Opus 1:282/8) To Greyshield, with love The circle cast about us. The Gods bear witness to our love. The Watchtower Guardians keep silent vigil. Our brothers and sisters stand with us. The Lord and Lady have granted us audience. The candlelight reflects the love in your eyes. A love that we have shared before, Not even death to come between us. We stand together, hand in hand. Our paths have merged again. The Moon beckons us to join Her, gladly we go. The Lady smiles upon us. Phoenix InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST (1:132/123) 1852 A PAGAN AWAKENING A new life is there, You hear Her now, She was always there, and You're forever changed. So listen to Diana, and accept Her love. Hoard not Her gifts : feeling, renewal, music. A new life is there, You see Him now, He was always there, and you're forever changed. So look to Apollo, and receive His light. Hoard not His gifts : healing, growth, joy. A new life is there, Your hands reach it now, It was always there, and You're forever changed. So touch the earth, and partake of it's sustenance. Hoard not it's gifts : body, green, silence. A new life is there, You soar with it now, It was always there, and You're forever changed. So breathe in the air and gather the wind. Hoard not it's gifts : mind, dreams, empathy. A new life is there, You're warmed by it now, It was always there, and You're forever changed. So build the flame and brave it's heat. Hoard not it's gifts : spirit, will, energy. A new life is there, You flow with it now, It was always there, and You're forever changed. So study the ocean and follow it's tides. Hoard not it's gifts : self, courage, sorrow. A new life is there, You're one with them now, They were always there, and You're forever changed. So take Their gifts and return them threefold. Share this magic : friendship, love, trust. .... Jeff A. Bordeaux 4 Jan 89 InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST (1:132/123) 1853 A CALL TO LORD AND LADY She lives and breathes upon the Earth Her wheel spins round the hub of June She is the web of life and birth Her smile floats softly with the moon Heart of life, and caring mother Loving sister, noble princess Firebird spirit, restless lover Shadowy hidden sorceress His strength is there in mountains high His lightning flys from air and cloud His horn heralds the wild hunt's ride He quickens forest, roaring proud Children's friend, protecting father Watchful brother, noble fighter Laughing wise one, dark magister Player of pipes, thoughtful sheperd Their faces many, countless names Pan, Diana, Zeus, Astarte Teachers from dreams, oracle's flames Speak, and guide us within our hearts - J.A.B. 14 Feb 89 SEEKING THE SIGN TO DRAGONHEIM - Mighty wings once carved the cumulus sowing storm filled clouds and reaping rain. Soaring, we bounded the radius of the peak crowned heights of our domain. - How long is the road to Dragonheim? The length of a dreamer's call. How number the miles to Dragonheim? It is none, I say, and all. - And the sky roared when touched by our flames it sang to words wrought in fume and smoke. Firey visions dwelt within the names of numberless tribes of dragon folk. - Where winds the path to Dragonheim? Hidden in a name; a secret sound. Where stands the entrance to Dragonheim? In the place never lost, though seldom found. - Majestic mountains once housed our young born from crystal eggs that caught the light. In strong shadowed heights our dwellings hung ne'er crossed by the foes who feared our might. 1854 What shapes the trail to Dragonheim? A maze of dreams, pointing streight. How travels the way to Dragonheim? On paths of heart, devoid of hate. Now the lands are gone, scourged by the ire of the modern day people's decree. But spirits live on, look to the fires. You must catch our souls to set us free. In what age stands the halls of Dragonheim? Time beyond time, between the worlds. Where dwell the inhabitants of Dragonheim? They smile as your spirits soar and curl. ** - J.A. Bordeaux (Steorra Rokraven) , 17 Feb 89 InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST (1:132/123) TO THE DRAGONS, REBORN - They say the flame wrought winds are dead; Ethereal dancing, jeweled wings - no more. Monolithic rationality is the head. Noble dreams and works - shattered, torn. - Their world was theirs - never doubt. But the magic and power faded away, When the light gave way to spiritual drought and Oppenheimer replaced Morganna Le Fay. - But in some strange souls they found a home: Those inspired, lost, exiled castaways. Music and verse and The Craft are the bones Of these long lost archetypes of elder days. - And it takes a mere seed to create an oak, and music and light, rain and mirth, bridging land and sky with it's growth; fulfilling the call to renew the Earth. - So nurture these dragons who live within you- The Burning has ended and they may go free. Let them grow so that their work may continue. An it harm none, do what ye will - Blessed Be! - Jeff A. Bordeaux 3 January 1989 InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST (1:132/123) 1855 EARTHDREAM - I feel earth drums deep in the mountain's feet; Compelling rhythm driving from the core. I quicken to the flow of molten heat, and sing with earth song felt in granite's roar. - And overhead, elusive secrets heard in rushing air, bright lightning's stormy ring. The wisdom of the dragon, cloud and bird I hear in wind, and see in eagle's wing. - A roaring flame will dance and show it's gaze and speak with firey language, spark and smoke. My needful spirit feeds upon this blaze and feeds the source with rowan, ash and oak. - The swelling ocean, graced with moon's soft kiss will heal and bathe the heart within it's wake. The clear blue source of flowing feeling's bliss is found in winding stream, dark pool and lake. - This dream surrounds and makes our spirits one. Learn from the Earth, her smile, her forests green; To watch and listen, feel the visions come, to find the center, find the worlds between. -- J.A.B. 15 Feb 89 InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST (1:132/123) ELF Wilst I think, And sit and dream within the forest, soft footfall comes up behind me, as I think. A soft cool hand touches my shoulder and whispers like the wind enter my ear. Her perfume preceeds her words, her intentions reflected , in the calming mist. Like dust, sleep overcomes me, as soft secrets fill my thoughts, the hand releases its elfin grip, And I drift into sleep... Marcus Baker Street Irregular * Ft Walton Beach FL (1:366/222) 1856 LYRA Lyra In her bubble Dances near me now Tiny seer You never wobble As you dance the Tao Rainbow Fire Like the Maple And the Oak Tree, too Flumes your Air Suppley Beauty! Wow! (Us little people gotta stick together even at a distance...maybe better at a distance ) Hugh Read The Terraboard, Minneapolis, MN (Opus 1:282/341) The Goddess is Alive Moon shines down upon a sea of Light, Shifting sands lay singing in the Heart of the Night. I looked upon a scene that gripped me to the core, White-clad maidens below were dancing on the shore. Sweet sounds slipped from moon-lit throats, Wind whipped hair abound, Lit by the light within and without, The Women circled 'round. As I stood, water engulfed my feet, My body swayed to your Heavenly Heart beat. Wind and wave and fire light, Paled in my mind Earthly delight. Time slipped by me as you held your embrace, And windblown spray covered my face. Protected deep within your Womb, I could feel the tender pain of Life's bloom. Candles flared high as the Dance progressed, Deep inside with a healing touch you blessed. All around, wind, wave and fire shouted of your life, Your light speared deep within, soothing my strife. Divine Mother, Goddess of Light, To you I come seeking protection from the night. Come home to shelter within your arm, Surrounded by Love, hidden from harm. 1857 Holy Mother, Queen of Heaven and Earth, From you we all trace our Birth. Heavenly Goddess, light from above, Shine down upon us, we pray for your Love. HUNTER'S WARNING - I have a tale, all grim forbode of one who sought the night. He mounted, then in darkness rode to work upon the height. Control and power over all, the essence of his quest. The people he would hold in thrall. Ill omen was his crest. He found a cliff beside the sea. A glowing circle cast, with magic burnt the Sacred Tree and drawing sword, stood fast. The ocean swelled, and gale winds cried- a storm of ice and chill. Bright lightnings slashed and burned the sky imposed by dark'ning will. A gateway through the Other World was opened by his hand, For from the clouds a funnel swirled and Bifrost's road did stand. A raucous army then came down and rode upon that coast. Weird hoofbeats rang upon the ground from steeds who were as ghosts. Just from the Hunt they had returned to challenge fox, and deer. And from the leader, one eye burned and sighted down his spear. 'What magus honors not my name?', a booming voice then cried. 'What fool does play this ill wrought game? Best answer quick - or die.' 'My title matters not, O Lord.', the sly tongued one did speak. 'We share the spirit of the sword- your wisdom I would seek.' 'My secrets will I gladly give to all who share my way- but test ye must, to die or live- one chance to go or stay.' 'Though death is not the thing I crave, your questions will I bear. And favour lacking, to the grave and thralldom will I swear.' 'But I am learn'ed, wise and strong so if your test surpassed you must then swear before your throng your power you will pass.' The Hunt Lord scowled, and it was done, then said with frosty breath: 1858 'Unto me you will answer one- what purpose does serve death?' 'My foes have often met their end. I glory in the kill. My way will use the death to bend the people to my will.' The Goddess Freyja then impart: 'What say you of the dove? What use to you are things of heart? Regard ye what of love?' 'I scorn all love, I favour wrath, tis best left for the meek. And peaceful ways cross not my path, tis only for the weak.' 'War is my art, so answer this:', spoke grim one handed Tyr. 'Affairs of state, when go amiss- is honor in your sphere?' 'All honor I return to friends and other Lords deserved. I say again, foes meet their ends when wrath has been incurred.' 'Unto us now, one more reply before you hear our will. of spells and power - magic high, of what does this fulfill? 'To honor you, I would enshrine, the world then I would take. To snare, all shiftless peoples bind with forces I would wake.' All Asgard's dwellers, looking grim, then nodded to this king. Triumphant mein came over him- his darkened soul did ring. But Odin set his rage filled face- the mages blood ran cold. 'Ye think that thou hast won our grace with naked evil bold?' 'All death is but the way to birth and peace is men's desire. Our way is to renew the Earth- despoiling not in ire.' 'This and the magics meant to heal and guide on wisdom's path. So this is why the powers wield- you have incurred our wrath.' 'But go in sorrow - life we give, along with this one curse- That ever long as you shall live your life now is reversed.' 'Harm with your magic, and you die a death forever long. Hurt with your guile, and you shall cry- your way is twisted, wrong.' They rode like leaves upon the wind. Ensorcelled mage grew mad. He wanders - never trust or friends. Just woe, dark soul, nomad. 1859 Pay heed, all seekers on the path to shadow's knowledge earned. To evil go, you gain the wrath of Powers great and stern. - J.A. Bordeaux 8 Mar 89 THE MOONPOOL - It is a lazy, restful time here in the forest glade. The sun is departing, the stars arriving and the trees are a darkening jade. - An air of buzzing, drowsing stillness invades the meadow, lends weight to my head as I settle down - bedroll, backpack and strains of music are seemingly played. - A deep, cool, dark pool is here, mirror clear, reflections of skies, as peace fills my mind, my soul and sleep gently touches my eyes. - I know not whether I was awake, or in dream or how much time had passed, when I felt the magic of this place camped there, upon the grass. - No sounds - no crickets? (The Music!) As the Moon awakens the pool, so bright. Why this anticipation, premonition, this magical feeling, this ghost haunted night? - Then, a siamese cat enters the meadow- silver grey, regal compusure, flowing lines. And somehow I know - I see intelligence and wit, and power, as she looks into my eyes. - How does she speak without speaking? But somehow, she communicates good will, and cheer. 'Stay quiet, childe of man.', she says. 'Be still - you are but a guest here.' Then a parade of feline musicians wandered in singing from the right. I shake my head *bedazzled*; Am I dreaming, or mad? Why me - here to witness this eldritch sight? 1860 THE MOONPOOL (cont.) - A troupe of dancing, cavorting gnomes made their appearence upon a rocky stage. And following them : silver clad, haughty elves accompanied by a wizened old mage. - Now, many strange but noble presences made manifest on that starlit night in June. And I witnessed and heard sweet music, high magic, secrets until dawn, with the passing of the Moon. - And the high bred Queen of Cat Folk smiled with warmth, and left. Left me shaking with these visions, and nodding, I finally slept. - I return often to these stately woods, seeking but never finding the sacred pool, so bright. It makes me sad - very sad to think that it was but a dream, a peculiar night. - But sometimes, at the edge of sleep, soft music slowly beckons, and calls. And I know with every fiber of my being that I will again visit these magical sylvan halls Jewel Sparkling like a priceless gem, Your eyes glisten, a living diadem. Touched from the past brought forth Today, And once again my Heart is brought to bay. I remember when we rode the Field, Banner flying, raised the shield, And then the time we loved and lost And the unforgiving sea claimed a deadly cost. Once in a village, poor and downtrodden, Once with new birth our life was broken, Lover I remember you when, Ages past we wandered a glen. Many lives have come and gone, But for a while, with you I would be alone. An oasis in the desert of life, An island of Joy in an ocean of Strife. It seems so strange the day we met, Our eyes crossed briefly and our gazes met. Stars in our eyes we heard them say, But then you had to turn away. 1861 Departing you went with backwards gaze, My eyes followed you gently and my heart was ablaze. Visions of the Past and Future days, And all I could see was the Sun's bright rays. It seems so fateful that you walked in that day, And to your smile my heart fell prey, Eyes that dance filled with moonbeams of light, While under your breast beats a heart filled with Life. Into my arms I call you to me, Eager our love to set free, Into the air, like Hawks on the wing, My love I give to you without any strings. You say that you need time to be sure, Lover, I tell you, that our love will endure. This lifetime or next, only time will see, But sooner or later, our love it will be. Shining like diamonds caught in the sky, A beacon for others, calling them to fly, Showing no limits, teaching others to be free, Visions of Love and Life we will be. Shadow Hawk, 03-12-89 14:07 The Coming of Lugh by Iarwain Lugh the Il-Dana came to the Tara Lugh Samildanach came to the palace of the Tutha De Lugh, master of all arts, came to Eireann The gate keeper did not recognize Lugh The gate keeper asked the Il-Dana his name The gate keeper asked Lugh Samildanach what skill he possesed Lugh said: I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of battle The gate keeper said: We have no need of a battle master King Nuada de Danann is our battle master Nuada Airgitlamh is our battle master Lugh said: I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of healing 1862 The Coming of Lugh (cont.) The gate keeper said: We have no need of a master of healing Diancecht de Danann is our master healer Diancecht is master of all herbs and healings Lugh said: I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of knowledge The gate keeper said: We have no need of a master of knowledge Oghma de Danann is master of all learning Oghma is master of all knowledge Lugh said: I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of Sailing The gate keeper said: We have no need of a master of sailing. Mananan mac Lyr de Danann is our master of ships. Mananan mac Lyr, son of the sea, is our master of sailing Lugh said: I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of sorcery The gate keeper said: We have no need of a master of sorcery The Badb de Danann are mistresses of all sorcery The three sisters Macha, Nemhain and Morrigan are mistresses of all witchcraft Lugh said: I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of smithing The gate keeper said: We have no need of a master of smithing Goibniu de Danann is our master of smithing Goibniu is a master of all crafts Lugh said: 1863 I am Lugh Samildanach I am Lugh the Il-Dana I am Lugh, master of the battle I am Lugh, master of healing I am Lugh, master of knowledge I am Lugh, master of sailing I am Lugh, master of sorcery I am Lugh, master of smithing I bid you, unless you know of another who is master of all these arts, take me to Nuada Airgitlamh, take me to Nuada, king of the Tutha de Danann. The gatekeeper went to Nuada. When Nuada heard of Lugh's coming he said: Let him come in, for never has his like entered this fortress Lugh the Il-Dana was admitted to the Tara Lugh Samildanach was admitted to the palace of the Tuatha De Lugh master of all arts found his place amongst the Tuatha de Denann Night Wind Night Wind whispers gently through the trees tonight, Soon, softly, soon they whisper in delight, Flights of Night Visions take wing in the night, Off to the slumbers of children to bring Joy and Fright. Over house, street, mountain and meadow Wind flies swirling, fast and then slow, To windows of children, it's dreams to bestow, Dreams of Heros, Dragons, Maidens and more. Little faces move in the night, Eyes seeing Night Dreams of Horror and Delight, Innocent faces asleep in the night, While mighty undertakings go on with Inner Light. Strong do they battle, they play in the night, While parents lie dreaming of their own fear and delight. Deep in the Heart of the Night Wind they soar, No longer Children, but Adventurers and More. Explorers and Travellers, Saints and Devils, The Children of Day become Night's greatest Messengers, Carrying word of Great Cities, Underground Oceans and Life, Back to the day to see the Sun's light. And in the morning as Night Wind retires, Bright little faces alight with the glow, Tell Tales of Valour and Strife into he night, and condescending pats on their Heads is their plight. 1864 Off to your play they are told in the Day, Enough of this dreaming they are told is the way, That they are growing up and that this is the Real Way, Dreams are for nighttime, and not for the day. Dreams are for Dreamers, now you go and Play, And the Mighty Warriors on the Night go into the Day, Playing with dolls and trucks and clay, The mighty forget Night's battles along the way. But Deep in the forest, the cave, and the Dark, Night Wind lies Dreaming and awaiting the Time, When Night visions once more take to flight, And Children of Day become Warriors of the Night. Shadow Hawk, 03-12-89 14:06 A TREE SONG by Rudyard Kipling Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater is none beneath the sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, (All of a Midsummer morn!) Surely we sing of no little thing, In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Oak of the Clay lived many a day, Or ever Aeneas began. Ash of the Loam was a Lady at home, When Brut was an outlaw man. Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town (From which was London born); Witness hereby the ancientry Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Yew that is old in churchyard-mould, He breedeth a mighty bow. Alder for shoes do wise men choose, And beech for cups also. But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled, And your shoes are clean outworn, Back ye must speed for all that ye need, To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth Till every gust be laid, To drop a limb on the head of him That any way trusts her shade. But whether a lad be sober or sad, Or mellow with wine from the horn, He will take no wrong when he lieth along 'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! 1865 Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, Or he would call it a sin; But--we have been out in the woods all night, A-conjuring Summer in! And we bring you good news by word of mouth -- Good news for cattle and corn -- Now is the Sun come up from the south, With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs (All of a Midsummer morn)! England shall bide till Judgement Tide, By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! THE CLOUD SCULPTORS Staeorra Rokraven - The air finds flight in forms of lofty wind As one with nature's children taking part And soaring up to go and find a friend Then join with water spinning wispy art. - This nature's process has eternal known The way to hang up on the sky these drapes But wonder not how these soft clouds have grown From fleecy strand filled webs to take their shapes? - Perhaps the artist's brush a thing unseen With living tools the Elder Gods express Those firey ones whose scales and talons gleam To grace the heavens with their soft caress. - Now see the strokes of carving wings along With falling rain - the strains of Dragon song. A DREAMING DESIRE Staeorra Rokraven - A spark comes coiling to the edge of sleep From realms arcane which have become unknown And from this psychic well does beauty leap A vision cherished for to call my own. - This wispy strand now takes it's shape in fire And fueled by sources boldly to enchant Then forming curves from wish of heart's desire A Woman's eyes all graced with Elvish slant. - The shield maid's arms then reach and wanting clasp We intertwine within her streaming hair Then sighing voices send a heartfelt gasp As fragrance heralds tawny skin now bare'd. - This honored Lady may in shadows walk But fate may someday find my heart unlock. 1866 TO THE BONFIRES Staeorra Rokraven - A circle gathered round a roaring pit All joining hands to bask within it's glow And under Moon crowned sky all starry lit We sing and praise the Power's shadowed flow. - For some the flames form dancing Dragon's wing And other smoke wrought visions climb the air For all a caring closeness will this bring And psychic current bonding hearts to share. - We charge this timeless place between the worlds To call the Goddess' love within our hearts And join with her our joyous souls unfurled Our spirits dance with her by ancient arts. - This night forever captured in this glade To see old souls re-met and friendships made. - J.A. Bordeaux (S.R.) - AMPHITRITE The Lady went out sailing, She spoke to all She saw, And all who heard took ship with Her And signed the sailors' law. She sailed across the foamy waves, Her trident in Her hand, Her throwing-net beside Her, And little thought of land. The Lady went out sailing. Her vessel had a heart of oak, And hearts of oak her crew, Her rig was square, five-masted, Her compass always true. The mermaids swam before her, The whales swam in her wake, The dolphins on her bow-wave, On any course she'd take. The Lady went out sailing. The young and brash Earth-Shaker Espied the Lady's ship And vowed he'd have both Lady And boat beneath his whip. He hungered to be Sea-Lord; He took his winged horse And busked them both for battle, And dogged the Lady's course. The Lady went out sailing. 1867 AMPHITRITE (cont.) At length, he overtook them, And lighted on the stern. He drew his sword for boarding; He felt his passion burn. The oaken-hearted crewmaids Dodged as he swung apace They made a path before him To give their Captain space. The Lady went out sailing. The Lady stood before him; He raised his sword to slice. She stood firm; with Her trident She smote the deck thrice. A wrenching seized his belly; He rushed to the lee side To puke his guts while laughter Assailed his godly pride. The Lady went out sailing. "And what would you, bold pirate?" The Lady asked with force. "I just want off this vessel!" They led him to his horse. He mounted to take leave of those Who at young gods would scoff. But he'd barely room for landing-- And none for taking off! The Lady went out sailing. "You've lost!" cried Amphitrite Her net stopped his career "Now--tell me what you came for You half-baked buccaneer." "I came to take your crewmaids And vessel for my fee, But most of all your maidenhead And Lordship of the Sea. The Lady went out sailing. "I think you're cute", the Lady said "Too cute to feed to fishes, "And so that Zeus might call you strong "I'll grant most of your wishes. "You may have My net and fork; "I've better stored below, "And you may have My oaken car "To sail where winds might blow." The Lady went out sailing. 1868 "My crewmaids are not Mine to give, "But you may call Me wife. "Our wedding night, Poseidon dear, "Must last you all your life, "For you shall rule the Middle Sea "And none shall take your place, "But I shall rule the Ocean "And the boundless deeps of Space." The Lady went out sailing. --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do anything."(1:104/45.5) HEAVEN IS A RESTING-PLACE I reject the mortal fear Which brings on doctrine-strife, For I have seen with poet's eyes The Door twixt Death and Life. I know not what might lie beyond; That time is yet to come. Heaven is a resting-place, A home to journey from. The churchmen argue overmuch On who is out and in, On how they should be organized, And how their neighbors sin. The flag is not the nation; The whole is more than sum; Heaven is a resting-place, A home to journey from. When God is shrunk to fit a Church, The greater part is lost, The Holy Ghost too oft gets thrown When "heathen trash" is tossed. If God's knocked down to Patriarch, Full half of God's struck dumb. Heaven is a resting-place, A home to journey from. I shall fear not for my friends, Nor worry for my kin, And when I face that bright-lit Door I'll joyfully go in. All those dear to me will join The Feast of Friends to come: Heaven is a resting-place, A home to journey from. --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do anything."(1:104/45.5) PRAYER DRIVE 1869 With every turn of the disk in the drive: To him who helps the poet thrive By swapping silver for the use Of verse, sweet blessings from the Muse. But woe to him who plays the thief, Deletes this message--grant him grief! For every time the disk spins around, His luck shall tumble to the ground. --Copyright (c) 1987 by Sourdough Jackson The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do anything."(1:104/45.5) ELEGY: JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON Deirdre and Eogan and Conchobar Ride the King's Road in an open car. Deirdre stands proud as the car scrapes the walls. The clearance is low; the bright lady falls. Swept to the road, she's gone for a ghost, Gone in the night on the Golden Coast. Who, now, shall mourn for Usna's dead? Who will drink poteen o'er Deirdre's fair head? Her sorrow is spent, her howling is done, For Alan and Arden and Naoise are gone. Swept as if mines, they're gone for a ghost, Gone in the night on the Golden Coast. A spirit in frenzy arises from flames, A poet out seeking the elder gods' names. A swan in a duck-nest, a bow strung and drawn, A druid a-singing to greet the pale dawn. Swept by a vision, he chases a ghost To exile, out on the Golden Coast. Shaman and singer, he screams to the skies His pain and his vision. An arrow, he flies Attended by Serpents, by Lizards, by Pan-- Fair Deirdre's returned in the guise of a man. Swept by her spirit, possessed by a ghost, He leads the fey young of the Golden Coast. In Eogan and Conchobar's car they now go, He stands proud, defiant, where clearance is low. The arrow has fallen, the sorrow has burned. Who, now, will mourn the grave howler returned? Swept by her darkness, he's gone for a ghost. The Druid, the Changer, the Poteen-mad Host Is gone in the night on the Golden Coast. --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson 1870 ANOTHER ONE FOR JIM MORRISON Where did he go, that vision-mad soul? What did he see on his quest? Who did he meet at the end of his night? Why did he fail the test? The shaman is old, a new must be found, Take the young ones to a height. Those who would be a shaman must jump. The one who survives will be right. He jumped--the serpent-strength filled his soul. He jumped--the new lizard king. He jumped--to the Lady he feared would be there. He jumped--but rose not to take wing. And I would now follow that worthy's descent, I would dare Medicine's dive. For I love the path he blazed for us all, But I, unlike him, shall survive. I jump--the snakes I feared buoy my soul. I jump--my spirit now sings. I jump--to the Lady I know will be there. I jump--can it be I've grown wings? --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do anything."(1:104/45.5) BENEATH THE FULL MOON Come, I will sing it in your ear: Your dancing days are come. All the feeling you hold dear Will lift your spirit some; Dance until the rosey dawn All in a gay, glad rag. I carry the Sun in a golden cup, The Moon in a silver bag. And I will sing you merrily Into my ring of dooms, And I will twine into your hair A wreath of maiden blooms. You'll turn, when dancing days wane low To Crone, but not to Hag. I carry the Sun in a golden cup, The Moon in a silver bag. 1871 As Maiden grows to Mother, And Mother into Crone, Dance, My darling daughter, Beneath My rounded Moon. Dance in argent splendor Until your spirits flag. I carry the Sun in a golden cup, The Moon in a silver bag. --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do anything."(1:104/45.5) Computer Blessing Blessings on this fine machine, May its data all be clean. Let the files stay where they're put, Away from disk drives keep all soot. From its screen shall come no whines, Let in no spikes on power lines. As oaks were sacred to the Druids, Let not the keyboard suffer fluids. Disk Full shall be nor more than rarity, The memory shall not miss its parity. From the modem shall come wonders, Without line noise making blunders. May it never catch a virus, And all its software stay desirous. Oh let the printer never jam, And turn my output into spam. I ask of Eris, noble queen, Keep Murphy far from this machine. 1988 Zhahai Stewart Adelante - 300 meters above Boulder, CO (Opus 1:104/93) Quarters Chant Chant the quarters one by one chant the quarters round Chant the quarters one by one and set the circle sound . Incense burn and spirits lift Chant the quarters round Air comes to guard the east to set the circle sound 1872 . Flames ignite and spirits fly Chant the Quarters round Fire comes to guard the south to set the circle sound . Moisture comes and spirits fill Chant the quarters round Water comes to guard the west to set the circle sound . Life comes forth and spirits soar Chant the quarters round Earth comes to guard the north to set the circle sound . Quarters called one by one chant the quarters round Circle raised as on my friend and sets the circle sound. . Damon The Masterwork Opus * Aurora, CO (303) 341-6614 * (1:104/55) THE RIVER In the midst of death and violence A light kindling in my heart Is beginning to warm my soul With new life. I look back at the white water boiling behind me With a shuddering anger at the treacherous, roiling white light. I look ahead at the broad, black expanse Smooth, yet turbulent and rich with wonderful power. Deep moments of peace are the essence of what is coming Deep pools of bliss are the essence of what is coming Troubles are the food that nourishes a peaceful life Troubles gently feed bliss with subtle flavours of delight I bow to all the Deities who are bringing me wealth unmeasured And I thank the Lord, and I thank the Lady, and I thank my Self. Hugh Read , 02-15-89 12:17 The Terraboard, Minneapolis, MN (Opus 1:282/341) 1873 SNOW Goddess is beautiful dressed in white The tiny white crystals that fall through the night They fall so gentle, don't make a sound As they drift to Earth and lay on the ground Looking up, snow melts on my face as I leave behind the hectic pace I'm in another world, one of love communing with the Goddess above Drawing the power from all around me one with Her, I truely wish to be This is the quest for which I strive It is my reason for being alive Standing alone, staring at the sky I feel a tear coming to my eye The feeling of peace is awesome you see I feel the Goddess surrounding me (C) 1989 - Steve Earl Excelsior AIBBS - Monroe CT 203-268-1222 (1:141/222) The Shaman's Call The Night Bird's call draws evening near, Stars and planets in the Darkening Sky appear, People of the day to their beds retire, Except for some Old Souls about a fire. Sounds begin to rule the night, As the Sun's bright rays fade from sight. Evening noises begin to grow, Cricket, Owl, and Wolf's lone howl. Deeper into the Night we go, The landscape lit by the fire's glow, One old man begins to sway, And one lone drum begins to play. Boom goes the drumbeat soft and slow, Tapping out the Heartbeat of the World Below, Boom echoes the drumbeat's call to go, To begin the ride to the World Below. The flames leap high into the night, And the World around us takes to flight, Senses shift in the darking light, And the Darkest Cave draws our sight. Enter the Cavern, down we speed, Into the Underworld the Drumbeat leads. Faster than Dragon, than Hawk, than Snake, Down the path the Shaman's feet race. Deeper and deeper into the Womb of the Night, Till up ahead appears the Light. 1874 Boom thunders the drum, and the walls seem to shake, And out of the Cavern I stop by a lake. I look around and I see Land so bright, That I know mortal eyes have never beheld this sight. In the Sky wheels Gods and Dragons in Flight, While bathing in the Lake is the Goddess of the Night. Her eyes see me clearly and I'm pierced by their Sight, There is no hiding in the Night of Her Light. The Animals come to Her call as she sings, And drumbeat from above gives me wings. Into the Sky my form changes still, On Hawk wings I ascend from the hill. Higher and higher into the Magical Sky, I soar on Wings lit in Magical Fire. This Bond, this chain, this freedom sublime, The Shaman's gift, boon, bane, the Drumbeat Divine. The Dream that brings Visions into the Night, The Night that is brighter than any Daylight. The sight of a Tree draws me near, The Great World Tree has brought me here. The Tree of All Knowledge grows out of sight, Even Hawk eyes are dimmed by it's light. Form changes swiftly, Snake am I now, Across the World Tree I wander uncowed. The Tree of Life, of Knowledge, of Power and Death, The Tree that for Shaman will give Shaman Breath. The Drum fills my body, My brain is on fire, Visions of Forces dance in the Light, And the drumbeat caresses me, somewhere in the Night. The Tree fades from view, My Soul takes to flight, And into the World, Dragon Stalks the Night. Back to the Cavern the worm passes nigh. Drumbeat calls, caresses, commands, Back to the Waking World the drumbeat demands. Up through the cave I ascend in the Night, Form shifts so slightly in my bemused sight. Dragon claws to Human feet, And to the fire where the Shaman meet. Around the fire slowly the Drummer keeps beat, Drawing home the Voyagers to the fire's night heat. Glazed expressions look into the night, But in Shaman's eye is still the Light. Slack faced expressions for others to see, But in Shaman's eye, is the Fire that Frees. Shaman stares into the fire, Then quietly into the night he retires. Off to his rest he fades from sight, Until the Drum calls once more to Night's Light. Shadow Hawk Baker Street Irregular * Ft Walton Beach FL (1:366/222) 1875 Storm Lightning flashing, wind howls through trees, Storm is rising, Mortals flee. Like armies marching, clouds parade by, Thunder shaking, rain hides the sky. Earth trembles under Titan's fist, As Elementals meet in their violent tryst. Jagged bolts from Heaven descend and Tree their goal to rend. Fierce are the powers of the storm, Chaos rules and dissolves Reality's form. Fear walks the Earth in the Lightning's stark Kiss, While rain hides the Shadows in Unholy mists. But like all things this to must pass, And after a time, storm ceases to harass, The wind abates and the thunder mutes, And Lightning ends it's violent pursuit. Sun peeks shyly from behind Thunderhead, And a faint rainbow across the sky does thread. One lone frog begins to sing, And a few bright birds take to wing. Slowly the mortal creatures crawl forth, To bask in the Sun's strengthening warmth, But even as the light returns to day, Elsewhere Storm will enter the fray. Storm into peace, night into day, This is the circle, the Divine at play. First one then the Other is the cycle of Life, No stagnation, no quiet, just unending strife. The Circle of Life is the Game we play, While upon this Earth our bodies decay, And when our storm of Life goes by, Into the Light we must all die. Life into death, dark into light, This is the Circle, the Divine delight, To experience death, and be reborn from the night, To once again behold Divine Starlight. Circling endlessly Eons fly past, But even this too in the end won't last, When the last sparrow falls and night draws to a close, The last to die is one final rose. 1876 Storm (cont.) When all is merged in Divine Bliss, And nothing is left the Divine to kiss, Then up from the wells of Chaos will flow, New Life, new forms the Divine to know. Cycle upon cycle, Life upon death, The Eternal cycle, Brahman's breath, Form into Chaos, Chaos into form, This is the Rule to which Life will conform. One rule for life, one rule alone, That nothing is Changeless, and Chaos follows form, One Rule for Day and One rule for Night, That Nothing is Eternal in the Eternal's sight. Shadow Hawk , 03-12-89 14:19 A VICTIM OF IDEOLOGIES PLACE was just a place. without form or future, barren of inhabitants. - Then RAIN appeared - and gave PLACE moisture. And SUN lent PLACE light. And EARTH molded PLACE into form. And WIND and BREEZE breathed sweet airs into PLACE. - And CLOUD smiled and MOON shone. And STAR brought forth beauty, wonder, magic. - And PLACE awakened. And grew trees, and grass. Animals appeared. And PLACE was graced with lakes, and ponds, and light, and shadow. - 'Thank you!', cried PLACE. 'I am alive. Thank you.' - And the elements conferred among themselves, And preened, and swelled, and gloated. 'See!', cried SUN. 'We are all powerful-' 'we have a RIGHT to be proud!' - 'Ah!', said RAIN. 'But I was the first!' 'And without me', said EARTH, 'PLACE would be shapeless!' 1877 - And the elements fought, and argued, and battled RAIN and WIND changed to STORM, killing, ripping trees asunder. EARTH shook, imposing vast destruction. CLOUD, MOON and STAR retreated, while SUN flared, burning all to ruin. - And angered, with bruised pride, the elements departed. Only BREEZE remained upon this barren, blackened desert that was PLACE. - 'Oh cruel brethren! What have we done?' and BREEZE tried to resurrect PLACE, but it's power was too weak. - And so dead PLACE remains the mournful cry of BREEZE it's only voice. Shadow Hawk Deep in Shadow, hidden from sight, Wandering by, like a thief in the night. Slipping through cracks in Reality's wall, Flying alone through Chaos' Hall. Alone in the world, away from the Light, Except for the company of the Goddess of the Night. Deep is the Well of Humanity's Soul, And deeper still the place I must go. Hawk on the Wing, silent in flight, Hunter unseen, hidden by night. Lost in the Shadow, beyond mortal sight, Ascending beyond the Gods' lofty height. Wings of Fire carry me free, Far from this place I will be. Left behind the ones I knew, Fellow travellers there are but few. Chaos spins by unblinking eyes, Reality splits and reason flys, None can follow me in this Place, Lost to the world without a trace. Realities come and Realities fall, Yet onward I fly heeding the Unknown call. Farther and faster the message I heed, Flying alone, spurred on by need. None may go where Chaos hold court, But there my mind seems to cavort. Alone and silent I scream in the dark, While visions and sunbursts tear me apart. 1878 Realities flow with plastic speed, Angels and Demons from me do feed. The world whirls wildly around the Tree, But soon, I know, I will be free. Marcus, Baker Street Irregular * Ft Walton Beach FL (1:366/222) Magickal Reveries Dedicated to Bill Heidrick ...who opened the door... I am as the Moon Our Light is ever changing Healing, gathering copyright, Hugh Read, 1987 Permission is herby given for noncommercial reproduction of this copyrighted work, so long as it is reproduced in full and this notice is included. As Capricorn begins the year darkly From the depths of light As the distant Sun Begins Her Northward Path Saturn begins her leaden rainbow dance Giving form to time The Gates to Formlessness Make way for new forms To emerge out of Saturnian Black Gates of Formlessness Are now used by wise souls Seeking Endlessness As new forms dance in, wise souls may dance out To Eternity To explore timeless states And spaceless being Saturn planet of time and timelessness Space and spacelessness Of limits and freedom Is our leaden key To the golden place of immortality The Bliss of Saturn Is sweet, rich bliss, indeed In dark Capricorn Agape is subtle wine, holy...pure While Chubby Eros Is a belching beer Good old, sad old lust 1879 Is Thelema will with desire charged Is Thelema greed Drunk on yeasty-rich lust Rapine in her heart Or is Thelema subtle will, divine Heaven's Spirit scent Beyond sight, will or mind Like good Christian Faith As Capricorn begins the year darkly From the depths of light As the distant Sun Begins Her Northward Path Saturn begins her leaden rainbow dance Giving form to time The Gates to Formlessness Make way for new forms To emerge out of Saturnian Black Gates of Formlessness Are now used by wise souls Seeking Endlessness As new forms dance in, wise souls may dance out To Eternity To explore timeless states And spaceless being Saturn planet of time and timelessness Space and spacelessness Of limits and freedom Is our leaden key To the golden place of immortality The Bliss of Saturn Is sweet, rich bliss, indeed In dark Capricorn Isis spread your loving wings over me Enfold me within Protect me, Mother, In my loneliness Isis spread your loving wings over me Enfold me within Lead me to earthly love Lead me to my Self Isis spread your loving wings over me Enfold me within Surround me with lovers Who heal me with love 1880 Isis spread your loving wings over me Enfold me within Allow me loving friends Who heal me with love Isis spread your loving wings over me Enfold me within Lead me to earthly love Lead me to my Self When bright spark was struck at dark equinox Hard clarity came As Sun struck Saturn In His Earthy home The Astral Year begins in Saturn's house In chill mystery The leaden wheel begins Her twelve month circle From Earth to Air to Water to Fire Then again begin Spinning wheel of magick Through time and through space Twelve stations of the Elemental Cross Break the calender Wear tattered calender Like torn beggar's rags Twelve mundane months slip over Heaven's Year Solstice to solstice Tearing the paper year With ancient power Now the dark solstice has come and has gone Year is born anew New Year's day ahead Surly overlay Vying with our more ancient starry year The New Roman Year Trys hard to hide the Gods Nor can it hide them For their power is born ever anew Through the twelve stations And deep in each month Their Life births Magick As Virgo dies the dark Crone encroaches Hard with Grey Power Harsh-shrivelled with Wisdom Of a long chaste life 1881 What seems to be ugly, mean grows in strength Like a walnut shell Wrinkled shell, wrinkled nut Wrinkled wise, old brain Cruel Death mercifully releases Beauty Libra roses rise Gentle Autumn breezes Pink, red, soft petals From peak to craggy peak the Horn'd One leaps Fire in his eyes Hard shouldered...white-hot chest Antlered man on high Blue lightening flashes from his bright-hot thighs Swift knees crash through trees In the ancient forest Of my ancient mind From those depths my ancient powers rise Fire in my eyes Soft heart hardens. Wisdom Surges in my thighs Knees and ankles loosen, muscles tighten I am the Horn'd One! I am He! I am Free! Ancient One in me! Affirmation: I am Pan! I am Cernunnos! I am the Horn'd One. I am Shiva! I am He! I am Atman! I am Free! Is Peace possible on Battlefield Earth No. Not now, Kali Your Yuga demands War War is our teacher Only through War can we learn to escape Your prison of Time The only Peace there is Is hidden within Each individual heart. Turn within Make that your War Exploit the Battlefield By turning away That is War enough in Kali's prison Of Time and of Space Learn to reverse the Field And find your own Peace 1882 WHEN SATURN RULED AQUARIUS The Kiss of Saturn is hot, black, fierce, deep A hint of Wild Ass In her blue-black hair Breasts soft as black Lead Moulten hips steaming with empowerment Belly bold with Lust That heals...and heals...and heals Uranus! She cries. "Wild Ass!" I reply. "I am set on you!" My Wild Ass prances "For I am Set, my Nepthys My sweet Wild Ass I come to claim your dark powers tonight In Binah tonight For we are in Binah Deep set in Binah Saturn am I! Shivah am I! I AM! I am Atman! THAT! I claim you Dark Nepthys THAT we may be ONE!" In Atman hide the Secrets of Maya Terrible Maya (When we are in Her Claws) Is kind in Atman There is a reversal in Atman Of subtle beauty Maya becomes God's Will And I am as God In Atman. I am as God, Will Supreme Soft as a Feather Strong, gentle, wise and firm, Free! I am Atman! I am Atman. I am Free. I am He. In Atman, I AM As God in Atman. Free! I am Atman! 1883 SCARABEUS Golden Fire in my Heart, Immortal! Dark Sacred Beetle Flaming in my breast! Immortality Hidden in the dung of my existence! That filthy dung I roll across my Sky For all to distain Hides The Stone of the Wise from prying eyes And the Mid-night Sun Hidden by dung-like Earth Yet lighting the Moon Hides behind my life lighting up my Soul As I roll my dung Making Soul immortal As I roll my Stone Minerva I met Minerva just now near her tree Resting from battle Her helmet on her knee Hair tumbled on breasts Parted by brass, surrounded by steel plate Dark nipples glistened With dew-like sweat of war Pale arms quivering Eager for battle's harsh life-death embrace Yes! She said to me. Hell yes! she said. Get laid! Enter the battle. My Virgins serve me well, my son! Get laid! Let your juices flow! (She spit an olive pit) Get in there and fight! She gathered her pale skirts around her hips Stood, covering strong thighs Took her shield, sword, helmet With war shriek was gone 1884 LOVE IS THE LAW Do what thou wilt is the Whole of the Law The time of The Will Bursts forth Now, in the Spring Implacable bud! Let your Love burst forth and blossom freely Thunder of roses Unfettered by harsh will Love willed to be Free To soar with on Her Wings into New Heavens Over pure New Earths Love is Will purified Love is Her own Law! Sun is born again in primitive Light With Arian Force In the Spring House of Mars New Life Exploding From cold Winter's Icy dark Womb Gives force to our Wills Time of re-SOL-ution We are born again Juices of Spring wash us from Winter Womb As Spring buds push out We drop from Her belly Like damp, new born colts This is the time to re-SOL-ve our new lives With Nature's Forces Supporting and healing As Old Winter dies MAY EVE Walpurgis Night, the time is right, The ancient powers awake. So dance and sing, around the ring, And Beltane magic make. Walpurgis Night, Walpurgis Night, Upon the eve of May, We'll merry meet, and summer greet, For ever and a day. New life we see, in flower and tree, And summer comes again. Be free and fair, like earth and air, The sunshine and the rain. Walpurgis Night, Walpurgis Night, Upon the eve of May, We'll merry meet, and summer greet, For ever and a day. 1885 As magic fire be our desire To tread the pagan way, And our true will find and fulfil, As dawns a brighter day. Walpurgis Night, Walpurgis Night, Upon the eve of May, We'll merry meet, and summer greet, For ever and a day. The pagan powers this night be ours, Let all the world be free, And sorrows cast into the past, And future blessed be! Walpurgis Night, Walpurgis Night, Upon the eve of May, We'll merry meet, and summer greet, For ever and a day. Doreen Valiente "Witchcraft For Tomorrow", pp. 192-193 INVOCATION OF THE HORNED GOD By the flame that burneth bright, O Horned One! We call thy name into the night, O Ancient One! Thee we invoke, by moon-led sea, By the standing stone and the twisted tree. The we invoke, where gather thine own, By the nameless shrine forgotten and alone. Come where the round of the dance is trod, Horn and hoof of the goatfoot god! By moonlit meadow on dusky hill, When the haunted wood is hushed and still, Come to the charm of the chanted prayer, As the moon bewitches the midnight air. Evoke thy powers, that potent bide In shining stream and the secret tide, In fiery flame by starlight pale, In shadowy host that rides the gale, And by the fern-brakes fairy haunted Of forests wild and woods enchanted. Come! O come! To the heart-beat's drum! Come to us who gather below When the broad white moon is climbing slow Through the stars to the heaven;s height. We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night! As black tree-branches shake and sigh, By joy and terror we know thee nigh. We speak the spell thy power unlocks At solstice, Sabbat, and equinox, Word of virtue the veil to rend, From primal dawn to the wide world's end, Since time began-- 1886 The blessing of Pan! Blessed be all in hearth and hold, Blessed in all worth more than gold. Blessed be in strength and love, Blessed be wher'er we rove. Vision fade not from our eyes Of the pagan paradise Past the gates of death and birth, Our inheritance of the earth. From our soul the song of spring Fade not in our wandering. Our life with all life is one, By blackest night or noonday sun. Eldest of gods, on thee we call, Blessing be on thy creatures all. Doreen Valiente "Witchcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 190-191 INVOCATION OF THE MOON GODDESS Diana, queen of night, In all your beauty bright, Shine on us here, And with your silver beam Unlock the gate of dream; Rise bright and clear. On earth and sky and sea, Your magic mystery Its spell shall cast, Wherever leaf may grow, Wherever tide may flow, Till all be past. O secret queen of power, At this enchanted hour We ask your boon. May fortune's favor fall Upon true witches all, O Lady Moon! Doreen Valiente "Witcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 189-190 THE SPELL OF THE CORD By the knot of one The spell's begun. By the knot of two It cometh true. By the knot of three Thus shall it be. By the knot of four 'Tis strengthened more. By the knot of five So may it thrive. By the knot of six The spell we fix. By the knot of seven The Stars of Heaven. 1887 By the knot of eight The hand of fate. Byt the knot of nine The thing is mine. Doreen Valiente "Wichcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 188-189 THE COVEN SPELL O ancient ones of heaven, earth and sea, We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be! To music of the night-wind blowing free, We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be! The owl hoots within the hollow tree, The black cat runs by night silently, The toad beneath the stone dwells secretly, We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be! To moon that draws the tides of air and sea, We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be! To god that bides beneath the greenwood tree, We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be! By witches' garter bound about the knee, By staff and cauldron and all powers that be, We will the thing in our minds we see, We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be! (Pause..........) The Spell is flowing like the sea, The spell is growing like the tree, Like flame that burns and blazes free. We chant the spell, thus shall it be! We chant the spell, thus shall it be! We chant the spell, thus shall it be! IT IS! Doreen Valiente "Witchcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 181-182 INVOCATION (traditionally used after the Communion of the five senses) Diana of the Rounded Moon, The queen of all enchantments here, The wind is crying through the trees, As we invoke thee to appear. The cares of day departed are, The realm of night belongs to thee; And we in love and kinship join With all things that are wild and free. 1888 As powers of magic round us move, Now let time's self dissolve and fade. Here in place between the worlds May we be one with nature made. Thy consort is the Horned One, Whose sevenfold pipes make music sweet. Old Gods of life and love and light Be here as merrily we meet! For ye circle's round we tread, And unto ye the wine we pour; The sacred Old Ones of this land, Ye we invoke by ancient lore -- By magic moon and pagan spell, By all the secrets of the night, Dreams and desires and mystery, Borne on the moonbeam's silver light. Now may we hear, or may we see, Or may we know within the heart, A token of true magic made, Ere from this circle we depart. (Pause...........) O goddess-queen of night, O Horn'ed One of might, In earth and sky and sea May peace and blessing be! Doreen Valiente "Witchcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 168-169 1889 The Pentagram I invoke Ancient Powers of The Star The Powers of Five The Spiral Powers The Powers of Earth I invoke the Ancient Powers of Life Star in the Circle In the Iron Circle Quaint, ancient symbol So ancient, primordial and timeless Dark symbol of life On planets bearing life Deep in DNA Deeply branded in the Heart of our Earth Touchstone of Wisdom Of Ancient Knowledge, NOW, Living in the stars I call out through the Circled Iron Star For my Star Power Out through the Galaxies Claiming Dark Powers Similodon Blood Is that you that I hear? Your footsteps on the ground above my head. Your hands apon the headstone that bears my name. You are a dweller in the night! Beware I bite! On cloak as black as sin, I float, I fly. In hunger burning bright, seaking prey. Life is flowing deep within. I send it bubbling fourth. and then I drink it in again. Another night, never day. Away away, into the dark I flee! where I might hide. waiting for another night. Did you hear? Did you see? Do you flee? Or is that your hand I find near mine? In the dark! Dwellers in the night! Beware we bite! Similodon 1890 PANDEMONIUM Hi, ho, it's Spring again, Out of my eye's corner I thought I saw the Horned Man, the Green Man Charging down the glen, It was not Pan, I did not get that freezing in the bone, Half fear, half ecstacy. Perhaps I was mistook, And only wished I saw, And maybe Pan is playing in a rock band, Traveling in a wave of liquorous riot, George 'something' and the Destroyers Sonia Brock New Words & Old In the autumn of the lightnings, in the mighty-voic`ed throng In the twilight were the offerings, with both chants and full-throat song: These the People, born to silence These the Seekers, born to sight These the Wanderers, born to roaming These frail Humans, born to night... In the winter's swirling blizzard, in the quaking of great trees In the night-black child of charring, in the wavering, fitful breeze: These the Wicca, seeking knowledge These the Shamen, knowing care These the Students, always reading These the Hopeful, who despair... In the spring-tide's joyous growing, in the flower and the leaf In the summer's dearth and plenty, saving up to stoke Belief: Hear the Mother, gentle-voicings Hear the Father, rumbled whisper Hear the Children, gay and laughing Hear the Many -- sing your vesper... Now the Bard and Druid gather Now the Priestess calls afar Now the Time to Watch and Listen Now the Time to practice more! +*+*+ Kihe Blackeagle 1891 SPRING/SUMMER POEM By: Shadow Hawk Falling Circling skyward on wings of fire, Drawn aloft by heart's desire, Endless expanses of starry night, In Endless freedom he finds his delight. Down below whispers rise to his ear, The green earth lays calling, calliing him near, Circling skyward he hears the sweet call, And folding his wings, begins the great fall. Wind whispers then sings then a great roar, From the high heavens his body he tore. Faster than Eagle he falls to the ground, Till even the sky's call was lost in the sound. Below lays the Earth, she holds out her arms, Enfolding her Lover with her Endless charms, Deeper he plummets into that fair place, Blinded and bewildered by her loving grace. Mountians and hills, river and sea, Summon him near, and answer his need, Stretching her arms, she gathers him nigh, As stonelike he falls, a mote from God's eye. Hurry, oh hurry, she beckons him come, As mountains surround him, blocking the sun, His breath is fire, igniting her love, Her lover returns, from Sun far above. Deep in her body he plunges his fire, Passion to passion, fire strikes desire, Shudderingly, shakingly, he rises above, Surrounded by the warmth of his Lady's love. Sinking once more, she pulls him near, Gathering him close the stars reappear, Deep in her body, awaiting the day, Till once more, skyward, He rises to play. A Healing Spell Wrap thee in cotton Bind thee with love Protection from pain Surrounds like a glove. May the brightest of blessings Surround thee this night. For thou art cared for, Healing thoughts sent in flight... 1892 Banishing The Circle By: Devin Storm The Circle is open But not forgotten The Circle is unbroken Nothing is forgotten The Circle is free Nothing is EVER forgotten Blessed Be! by Devin Storm The Fool By: Stormy Gael Fool! Fool! Fool! Where is thy strength now oh mighty warrior? In the hands of another? Oh trusting fool that thou art, Have you no experience to teach you better? Thou hast lived many years. Where is thy wisdom? Even the youths know better. Keep your own counsel, old one, And be safe; share it and die. Stand alone against the world And increase your strength a hundredfold. Build you thine own armor and fight; Forge thine own sword with the blood of life And none can touch thee. But you, you fool, You have put your trust in another, A veritable stranger in your own camp. Who is the wiser? I ask, The giver or the taker? Methinks you tread a dangerous road. Walk easy, old one; pay heed to your steps. Perhpas there is hope, yet. Survival may still be yours, But at what price? A price I willingly pay. Enough said, young counselor. HYMN TO ARTEMIS by FRATER U.'.D.'. Artemis, my sibyl sibling huntress of the earthy skies, wayfaress in silver rippling - in your hands my power lies ... 1893 lies my dream and all my making muted might in liquid pose, lies my giving and my taking, caressing friends and smiting foes in your light and metal sheen, waxing, waning, touched, unseen, ever-moving curvéd bow ever-whirring arrow's flow to the core of mine own heart hitting mark, a gentle dart strikes my body, strikes my soul, fondles part and fondles whole towards my ever-pulsing spell: give me heaven, give me hell take from me what makes me sink with your sleight of hand and wink - Goddess of the nightly sweep, through the starlit mires seep, never solemn, yet possessed, by your mastery expressed, all your vision's harvest keeps ... all your vision's harvest keeps ... Today the Moon is There Hugh Read In that mighty, non-human Power Place Of mind that Is Not Lord of the Galaxy Can you hear my cry For fulfilment of my broken being Faulted, cracked, torn From that first painfilled day Of savage, late birth Send to me streamers of healing power That will make me new Of more eternal stuff Than this failed human Being is moulded from...fill in the sad cracks Seal the aweful breaks Smooth and fill the fissures With eternity That I may serve humanity wisely With pleasure and joy Being more than human Helping others grow Into the same places of dark power 1894 That are full of light That I hunger to touch And to feed upon Touch me now, this day Lord of the Galaxy Put me on thy Way Lord of the Galaxy Put me on my Way the witches ballad Oh, I have been beyond the town, Where nightshade black and mandrake grow, and I have been and I have seen What righteous folk would fear to know! For I have heard, at still midnight, Upon the hilltop far, forlorn, With note that echoed through the dark, The winding of the heathe horn. And I have seen the fire aglow, And glinting from the magic sword, And with the inner eye beheld The Horned One, the Sabbat's lord. We drank the wine, and broke the bread, And ate it in the Old One's name. We linked our hands to make the ring, And laughed and leaped the Sabbat game. Oh, little do the townsfolk reck, When dull they lie within their bed! Beyond the streets, beneath the stars, A merry round the witches tread! And round and round the circle spun, Until the gates swung wide ajar, That bar the boundaries of the earth, From faery realms that shine afar. Oh, I have been and I have seen In magic worlds of Otherwhere. For all this world may praise or blame, For ban or blessing nought I care. For I have been beyond the town, Where meadowsweet and roses grow, And there such music did I hear As worldly-righteous never know. Enjoy!!!!!!! Blessed Be Inquisition Again the burning came, She felt the heat, the searing pain a cry lanced through her heart "Why, My Lady, Why" She lay quietly, remembering lost within the labrynth of the past and the future she did not feel the bite of the cruel blade. 1895 Bleeding, moaning, she saw the man his face, and heart masked with black she knew his choices and his pain Oh, to cause pain, to accept his own if only she could Touch him, Heal him. "I love you" she whispered dark eyes calm, yet full of pain "Don't " cried the man "I want to see you die" "I love you and forgive you" she said tears rolled freely down her cheeks Again, and again the searing pain As the man applied the red hot blade "Do you still love me, and forgive me" he screamed? Despite the pain she answered strongly "I do", She smiled "Blessed be" she whispered. A wave of pain sent her among the stars. "My Lady" she cried "I'm frightened" Strong arms held her close "You have done well my child, rest now" The man watched as the blade grew cold As the young body before him cooled tears streamed down his face and he whispered "Forgive me" 2 Ritual Prayers Copyright 1991 Anahita-Gula (pseud.). May be reproduced with acknowledgment. We clean this night our altar and our room To build our Temple. Here then, we have spread The pentacle, athame and the broom, With God and Goddess candles at the head. So dress we now our Priestess in her Crown: The Circle's cut in perfect Trust and Love. So call the Quarters, dance the Witches' Round And beckon down the Moon from high above. Sept. 1987. Another sample: this one is sung to the "Witches' Rune": (Introduction is spoken, as an Invocation) "Indeed, they occupy the throne room together. In the divine chamber, the dwelling place of joy, Before them their gods take their places. To their utterances their attention is turned." From the Akkadian Hymn to Ishtar. 1896 Lord of Sun and Lady Moon, Dark at night and bright at noon, See my off'ring, hear my call: Lord and Lady, guard us all. Sky-God An, Earth-Goddess Ki, All do honour unto thee. Spread your seed upon the ground, Bring forth life fecund and round. Holy Queen of living things, She whose bloom the summer brings, Bless us, Lady, give us cheer As we wander through the year. Royal Shepherd, Mountain King Lofty Bull of whom we sing, Fill our bowls with waters sweet, Spread the seeds of corn and wheat. Bless our lips and bless our breast, Guide us gently to our rest. Bless our sheep and bless our corn, Ease our grief when we must mourn. Sing the song and join the rite, Praise the day and bless the night. Thank the Gods for what They bear: Earth and Water, Fire and Air. November 1983. I may be reached at P.O. Box 732, Station B., Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. 1897 "Rainbows" Jennifer Holding Where dwelleth my Lady in this land of Night? She dwelleth in stars and satin moonlight. She veileth her visage 'neath clouds spun of silk, And the Night-Sky's a river of my sweet Mother's milk. Where dwelleth my good Lord on this Summer's day? He dwelleth in birdsong and fragrance of hay. He sleeps by the river with pipes in his hand, And he sends his love smiling through the fruit of the land. Where dwelleth my Lady at Morning's first light? And where is my Lord on the eve of the Night? At Luna's last shining, or Sun's final ray, Their passion paints Rainbows 'tween the Night and the Day! ELEMENTS Fire on Fire Light and Power, Warmth and Energy They did generate. Earth joined them then To Life She gave Birth And solid Foundations built. Along came Water Some Channels to carve Through which all Energies flow. Around them All The Air did blow Winds of Thought and Deed intertwined. Power raised, Power spread Thus It Was So Mote It Be. .....Alernon ........from RMPJ Oct. '86 This article is excerpted from the Rocky Mountain Pagan Journal. Each issue of the Rocky Mountain Pagan Journal is published by High Plains Arts and Sciences; P.O. Box 620604, Littleton Co., 80123, a Colorado Non-Profit Corporation, under a Public Domain Copyright, which entitles any person or group of persons to reproduce, in any form whatsoever, any material contained therein without restriction, so long as articles are not condensed or abbreviated in any fashion, and credit is given the original author.! 1898 BATTLE HYMN OF THE ERISTOCRACY (Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic) 1. Mine brain has meditated on the spinning of The Chao; It is hovering o'er the table where the Chiefs of Staff are now Gathered in discussion of the dropping of The Bomb; Her Apple Corps is strong! Chorus: Grand (and gory) Old Discordia! Grand (and gory) Old Discordia! Grand (and gory) Old Discordia! Her Apple Corps is strong! 2. She was not invited to the party held on Olympic; So she threw a Golden Apple, 'stead of turned the other cheek! Oh, it cracked the Holy Punchbowl and it made the nectar leak; Her Apple Corps is strong! 3. For the Apple Hera offered Paris all the wealth she could; Athena promised that his enemies bodies would be strewed; But Aphrodite offered Helen - and EVERYONE got screwed! Her Apple Corps is strong! THE PRETTIEST ONE (Tune: To God Be The Glory) by Talespinner 1. To Goddess be glory, we all will have fun! And warm is our love of "the prettiest one", But warmer and glowing and deadly will be The planet Earth after they start World War III. Chorus: Hail Eris! Hail Eris! Let the Goddess be praised! Hail Eris! Hail Eris! Let your glasses be raised! Reality comes from the mouth of a gun, But all can be changed by "the prettiest one." 2. To Goddess be glory, we've hardly begun To alter our minds for "the prettiest one." To the Ultimate Mindfuck our allegiance we pledge; We'll push all the greyfaces over the edge! The Lady's Brothel (to the tune "Nonesuch" also used for the "Lady"s Braisle") For She will bring the bugs in the Spring And laugh when She's deflowered. When She's in heat, She'll give you a treat, But you'll get disemboweled. She rots the grain and spreads ptomaine, When fruits of fall displease Her. The moons and suns all turn their buns In joint attempts to freeze Her. - by Steven Posch-Coward (1980) 1899 The Cauldron Chant by Ammond ShadowCraft We form the Circle, The Circle most round. We form the Chalice, The Chalice now found. We call the Goddess, to meet the great need. We call the God, To plant His fertile seed. We call the quarters, which we call four. We summon the powers, that contain the force. We stir the Cauldron, from which we were born. We call the Gods, from whom we were torn. We say the words, which lead us round. We pass the kiss, with our lovers found. We face our dreams, in nights psychic flight. We face our hopes, in bright moon of the night. We face our fears, on the Dark Lords Horn. We face our failure, in the Mothers new planted corn. We live our lives, druming and dancing on the meadow. We confront our Death, in the dancing moon light shadow. Our paths run quickly, on fleet foot and wing. Our Circle is joyous, with our Queens and our Kings. Let our little Circle be happy, with Bell, Bowl or Bow. And form now this Circle, with gracious Love, Joy and Hope. BLESSED BE 1900 CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE WTP-0002 tune: Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand once I talked to a great Grey Man spun three times and said with a sigh "Hadn't been for the Runes had his other eye!" Chorus: hi diddle i diddle i day hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay hi di diddle i diddle i day fol the dink a dum diddle do di day Hi said the Lady, dressed in green prettiest thing I've ever seen she went down underneath the hill and came back out of her own free will Brian Boru, on Irish ground walked three times the Island round Norsemen came lookin for a fight just another Irish Saturday night! Hi said Lugh on the banquest night a poet and a player and a good wheelwright a harper and a warrior and none the least: a Druid and he got in to the Feast! Harold Haardrada's face was red! Came to Britain and he wound up dead Stamford Bridge is where he's found got six feet of English ground The Legion with it's Eagles bright marched into the Pictish night met them there upon the sand gave em up to the Wicker Man! Eight-legged steed and hound of Hel the one-eyed Man, he loves ya well fire burn and fire spark are you then feared of the dark? The Circle forms, the Circle flows the Circle goes where no man knows Hail to the Lady, one in three: Present is Past and Past is Me! Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight all thru the Day all thru the Night Hail to the Lady, one in Three Present is Past and Past is Thee!
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