“The most divine Nature of all was
one Serpent having the face of a Hawk, and most delightful in aspect,
for when he opened his eyes he filled all the spaces of his native
region with light, but when he closed them darkness immediately ensued.”
From The Gnostics & Their Remains by
C.W. King
L.
Make it with the Fire!
Out of the Chaos of matter and void a
cosmos of shadow and light. Out of the whirlwind of the evolving
an egg of breath, holding all things to their own
centers as silent seeds of returning. Dance of the archetypes, rainbow of
images, the spectrum is shining from a jewel
always burning whirling and churning to climax all
yearning with bliss!
In the heart of infinite space the Eye is open to light silent music ignites in torrents of fertile flame.
Make it with the Fire!
Kundalini-Shakti, Sekhmet, dancer! Fire that consumes Not, Fire of consummation, Fire of desire like the cock of the Beast getting into your brain, like your serpent-spine rising to explode in kisses of stars! Fire like a sister in the bliss of
incest, Fire like sin with the mother beyond the last law of being, beyond the gates of death and life.
Fire like a cat in heat Fire like the noon-day sun Fire to melt the worlds Time to make all aeons merge.
Fire-Shakti, Sekh-maat, Tefnut, Golden one! Serpent-fire returning to heaven Dragon-fire like a comet in space Heart-fire, hot love’s desire!
Winged wheel filled with lightning soaring through all centers to return to the primal sea. Boundless ocean of limitless light tides of flame that ebb and flow alien colors of freedom and bliss echoes of voiceless change ageless awakening fire! Lion-heart of liquid light on Fire!
Make it with the Fire!
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XXXIX.
Nuit: perfect circle, symbol of
Naught. Solitary center, core of All: Hadit. Ra-Hoor: brightness of twin horizons,
spinning spirals to each extreme. Completion in the mirror, dark
reversal to return: Maat.
Here in balance the Work of the
Kingdom stores ancient honey in cells of the
Hive. Drink deep this vintage of lost
flowers, grow drunk on the ecstasy Babalon
gives.
Whirling mysteries of the Peacock
Angel whose many eyes are one Weave a dream within the dream, a jewel awakened by new light.
Burning Sun that is a Star, secret flame that is Hadit; Silent as the unborn Word deep in the lotus heart of Nu!
In the secret dance of Vulture &
Hawk silver & gold divide & unite; In this know the love-play of ABRAXAS, where the dark and the bright are “I”
alone.
12/6/80
XVIII.
By the winding road I came from the
east, and I tried to enter the citadel of the God. I went in by the first gate and the
guardian of the Air came against me, a great hunting Hawk, whirling the
storm, singing the winds, shaking the hair of the trees upon the
mountain-side. I was blasted and whirled away, I was
spun to the four corners of the world, I was dispersed into atmosphere.
By the spiral path I came from the
south, and I tried to enter the citadel of the God. I went in by the second gate and the
guardian of the Fire came against me, a terrible Lion-Serpent, a jewel,
a thunderbolt, raging force of phoenix-flame. I was lightning-struck, I was burned
to ash, I went out like a candle in darkness.
By the turn of the wheel I came from
the west, and I tried to enter the citadel of the God. I went in by the third gate and the
guardian of the Waters came against me, a Dragon of the deep,
sea-creature, serpent of desire, rising up from beneath the purple
waves. I was swept away and drowned, I was
lost in the whirlpool, I decayed amid seaweed and sunken ships, fish
feasted on my flesh.
By the middle way I came from the
north, and I tried to enter the citadel of the God. I went in by the fourth gate and the
guardian of the Earth came against me, devourer of time, Black Mother
of the Void in monstrous form, as Tiamat who gives death, as Taurt who
gives life. I was engulfed in her maw, I was
buried in her womb, I was ground to dust by the teeth of her mouth.
By the path direct I came from the
center, and to the center I returned. And the citadel of the God was
fallen, like the tower of the phallus that has spurted the seed. Where
the palace had stood was a garden and a maze, and at the center a
fountain of flame in a shrine at the heart of things. And I went into the garden, and I
wandered in the maze, to complete the quest.
In the outer circle I confronted the
shadow-daemon, the dwarf-self, the terrible ordeal, the maker of evil,
the dark hand. I embraced this strange reflection, and we were one.
In the next circle I met with the
angel-anima, the solar succubus, the harlot dancing, strange woman by
night, the erotic chimera. I embraced her brightness, and we were one.
In the final circle I joined with my
Self, and the joy was made flesh, and the journey was ended, and the
great work perfected, and the art was a single jewel. We sprawled in
passion among the flowers, and died together as two became naught.
And we were Not as we worshipped in
the sacred shrine that is light and darkness, love and hate, beginning
and ending. Joined together as fire and water, as rising vapor, we melt
through the gate of the central Eye into the chill embrace of night. The sun’s staff of gold and the
silver moon-cup cease to be.
The mystery of all is ABRAXAS.
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LV.
Hadit!
God of the star fury of the storm heart of space eye of light phallus of beast name of Self
I center thee!
Throne of being flight of becoming seed of change spark of fire serpent of lust spiral of genius
I flesh thee!
Shadow cast upon the world egg of the hawk shining globe sun of the cycles day, year and aeon
I dissolve in thee!
Sphere of the soul delight of ages ancient god Set dark brilliance flame of ecstasy fever of prophecy
I become thee!
Abraxas!
Let the circle be complete, let the snake devour his tail! Here is the moment eternally Now where manifestation ends and begins.
12/28/80
LIII.
The lion-serpent dances in swift lightning striking the lotus adrift on the shining sea
The mouth of the lion-serpent roars the word-act of no-difference beyond number or letter the vibration of silence
The mouth is the gate of opening and closing devouring hunger all-giving womb
The mouth is the void of bornless space The mouth is the throne of the tongue of the heart
The mouth has teeth of countless aeons and tears at time death eating life
Point where the wind of the universe gives breath to all in the world
The lion-serpent sun of night lord of light afire with lust unceasing
Writhing in climax glory of bliss known in the star shining infinite rays
Birthing new worlds in the primal dark flooding night’s ocean with seeds of life
The lightning-serpent roars in triumph dances in the thunderstorm falling in spears of electric fire to illuminate all feathered eyes.
12/27/80
XXIX.
out of dark before beginning rising beyond limitations seeking and reaching lustful and longing seeking the Heart’s desire the seeds of light cast out in the sea burn rainbow stars like wheels of fire
changing ever evolving, mutating mystery dancing freely in shadows weaving of moonglow a labyrinth of light merging, turning enchanting illusion completed as truth
sorrow to joy night into day parts into whole alchemical stone all the spells spoken change time and space the great transformer of the holy name
