Sunday, 3 February 2008
Invocation of Venus
Priestess: rings bell 3-5-3 “Procul O’ procul esti profani!” rings bell “Balesti! Ompida!”
Priest banishes LBRP & BRH . Priest: “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.” Priestess: “Love is the law, love under will.” Priestess & Priest face each other.
Priestess: “Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of thy breath, supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee:- I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the khu! Lighten the ways of the ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me!” Priestess assumes God-Form of Osiris Risen. Priest: “The light is mine; its rays consume Me: I have made an secret door Into the House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra and of Ahathoor. I am thy Theban, O Mentu, The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu! By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat; By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit! Bid me within thine House to dwell, O winged snake of light, Hadit! Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!”
Priest assumes God-Form of Osiris Risen.
Priest, east, in the Sign of Shu: “Hail unto Thee who art Ra in Thy rising, even unto Thee
who art Ra in Thy strength, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Uprising of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Night!”
Priest, south, in the Sign of Thoum-aesh-neith: “Hail unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy
triumphing, even unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy beauty, who travellest over the
heavens in Thy bark at the Mid-course of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in his splendour at the
prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Morning!”
Priestess, west, in the Sign of Auramoth: “Hail unto Thee who art Tum in Thy setting, even unto
Thee who art Tum in Thy joy, who travellest over the heavens in Thy bark at the Down-going of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in his splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Day!
Priestess, north, in the Sign of Set Fighting: “Hail unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy silence, who travellest over the heavens in Thy bark at the Midnight Hour of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Evening.
Priest: “Hail unto Thee, O’ Maat, Goddess of Truth and Justice!
Try thou this Seer in Thy Scales that thy feather be not stirred by her breath!
Aye! If her invocation be not just to a hair; if her knowledge be imperfect-
Now I see Thee, O’ glorious plumes One; now I see Thee make the sign- and now-”
Priestess performs Invoking Hexagram Ritual of Venus
Priest: “I adore Thee by the Twelve Gratifications and by the Unity thereof.”
Priest: “O Thou green-cloaked Maenad in labour, who bearest beneath Thy leaden girdle
the vintage of Thy kisses; release me from the darkness of Thy womb, so that I may cast
off my infant wrappings and leap forth as an armed warrior in steel.”
Priestess: “O Thou snake of misty countenance, whose braided hair is like a fleecy dawn
of swooning maidens; hunt me as a fierce wild boar through the skies, so that Thy burning spear
may gore the blue heavens red with the foaming blood of my frenzy.”
Priest: “O Thou cloudy Virgin of the World, whose breasts are as scarlet lilies paling
before the sun; dandle me in the cradle of Thine arms, so that the murmur of Thy voice
may lull me to a sleep like a pearl lost in the depths of a silent sea.”
Priestess: “O Thou wine-voiced laughter of fainting gloom, who art as a naked faun
crushed to death between millstones of thunder; make me drunk on the rapture of Thy
song, so that in the corpse-clutch of my passion I may tear the cloud-robe from off Thy
Priest: “O Thou wanton cup-bearer of madness, whose mouth is as the joy of a thousand
thousand masterful kisses; intoxicate me on Thy loveliness, so that the silver of Thy
merriment may revel as a moon-white pearl upon my tongue.”
Priestess: “ O Thou midnight Vision of Whiteness, whose lips are as pouting rosebuds
deflowered by the deciduous moon; tend me as a drop of dew in Thy breast, so that the
dragon of Thy gluttonous hate may devour me with its mouth of adamant.”
Priest: “O Thou effulgence of burning love, who pursueth the dawn as a youth pursueth a
rose-lipped maiden; rend me with the fierce kisses of Thy mouth, so that in the battle of
our lips I may be drenched by the snow pure fountains of Thy bliss.”
Priestess: “O Thou black bull in a field of white girls, whose foaming flanks are as starry
night ravished in the fierce arms of noon; shake forth the purple horns of my passion, so
that I may dissolve as a crown of fire in the bewilderment of Thine ecstasy.”
Priest: “O Thou dread arbiter of all men, the hem of whose broidered skirt crimsoneth the
white battlements of Space; bare me the starry nipple of Thy breast, so that the milk of Thy love may
nurture me to the lustiness of Thy virginity.”
Priestess: “O Thou thirsty charioteer of Time, whose cup is the hollow night filled with the foam of the vintage of day; drench me in the shower of Thy passion, so that I may pant in Thine arms as a tongue of lightning on the purple bosom of night.”
Priest: “O Thou opalescent Serpent-Queen, whose mouth is as the sunset that is bloody
with the slaughter of day; hold me in the crimson flames of Thine arms, so that at Thy
kisses I may expire as a bubble in the foam of Thy dazzling lips.
Priestess: “O Thou Odalisque of earth's palace, whose garments are scented and
passionate as spring flowers in sunlit glades; roll me in the sweet perfume of Thy hair, so
that Thy tresses of gold may anoint me with the honey of a million roses.”
Priest: “O Thou manly warrior amongst youths, whose limbs are as swords of fire that are
welded in the furnace of war; press Thy cool kisses to my burning lips, so that the folly of
our passion may weave us into the Crown of everlasting Light.”
Priest & Priestess together: “O Glory be unto Thee through all Time and through all Space: Glory, and Glory upon Glory, Everlastingly. Amen, and Amen, and Amen.
Priest: “Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music awake! Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake. By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the Snake and the Sword; I am he that is sworn to endure --- Bring us the word of the Lord! By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire; By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire; By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me;
By the Lord of the Winds and the Breezes, the King of the Spirits of Air,
In whose bosom the infinite ease is that cradled me there; By the Lord of the Fields and the Mountains, the King of the Spirits of Earth That nurtured my life at his fountains from the hour of my birth;
By the Wand and the Cup I conjure; by the Dagger and Disk I constrain;
I am he that is sworn to endure; make thy music again! I am Lord of the Star and the Seal; I am Lord of the Snake and the Sword; Reveal us the riddle, reveal! Bring us the word of the Lord;
As the flame of the sun, as the roar of the sea, as the storm of the air,
As the quake of the earth --- let it soar for a boon, for a bane, for a snare,
For a lure, for a light, for a kiss, for a rod, for a scourge, for a sword ---
Bring us thy burden of bliss --- Bring us the word of the Lord!”
Priestess: “Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth's Dione mild By the Father of all, the Aegis-bearing King! Spouse, daughter, mother of God, Queen of the blest abode In Cyprus' splendour singly glittering Sweet sister unto me, cry aloud to thee! I laugh upon thee laughing, O dew caught up from the sea!
Draw by sharp sparrow and dove and swan's wide plumes of love, And all the swallow’s swifter vehemence, And, subtler than the Sphinx, That ineffable lynx heralds thy splendour swooning into sense, When from the bluest bowers And greenest-hearted hours Of Heaven thou smilest toward earth, a miracle of flowers!
Down to the loveless sea Where lay Persephone Violate, where the shade of earth is black,
Crystalline out of space Flames the immortal face! The glory of the comet-tailèd track
Blinds all black earth with tears Silence awakes and hears The music of thy moving come over the starry spheres.
Wrapped in rose, green and gold, Blues many and manifold, A cloud of incense hides thy splendour of light; Hides from the prayer's distress The loftier loveliness Till thy veil's glory shrouds the earth from the night; And silence speaks indeed, Seeing the subtler speed
Of its own thought than speech of the Pandean reed!
There no voice may be heard! No place for any word! The heart's whole fervour silently speeds to thee, Immaculate! and craves, Thy kisses or the grave's, Till, knowing its unworthiness to woo thee, Remembers, grows content With the old element, and asks the lowlier grace its earlier music meant.”
Priestess knocks 2-3-2
Priestess: “Hathoor am I, and to my beauty drawn all glories of the Universe bow down,
The blossom and the mountain and the dawn, Fruit's blush, and woman, our creations's crown.
I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine, I am the love and life of the divine!
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine --- Are mine!
Venus am I, the love and light of earth, The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears, The barren pleasure never come to birth, The endless, infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre ---
I am the Grail and I the Glory now: I am the flame and fuel of thy breast; I am the star of God upon thy brow; I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed. Hide thee, sweet river; welcome to the sea, Ocean of love that shall encompass thee! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me --- To me!”
Priestess speaks extemporaneously, answering questions and dilivering wisdom, as moved by the spirit of Venus; when finished she says:
“For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union ... There is no bond that can
unite the divided but love: all else is a curse.”
Priestess gives kiss to all present, laying on hands to inbue the Venus Force.
Priest (widdershins, in sign of Osiris Risen): “This Rite is at an end. We do thank all
creatures called forth by this Ritual. Return now in peace to thine abodes and habitations.
Let there ever be peace between We and Thee, and be ye ever ready to come when ye
Return to Center.
Priest shuts down altar, knocks.
Priestess: “In the name of NUIT, and HADIT, and RA-HOOR-KHUIT, We now declare
this temple duly closed.” knocks 3-5-3