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Liber Pennae Praenumbra
Liber Pennae Praenumbra
In the Akasha-Echo is this inscribed:
By the same mouth, O Mother of the Sun, is the word breathed
forth and the nectar received. By the same breath, O
Counterweight of the Heart, is the manifest created and des-
troyed.
There is but one gate, though there appear to be nine,
Mime-dancer of the Stars. How beautiful thy weft and web,
a-shimmering in the fire-dark of space!
The two that are nothing salute you, Black Flame that moves
Hadit! The less and less One grows, the more and more Pra-
NU may manifest. Do thou now speak to us, the children of
the time-to-come; declare thy will and grant thy Love to us!
Then spake She That Moves:
I hurl upon ye, Children of Heru! All ye who love the Law
and keep it, keeping Naught unto yourselves, are ye a-blest.
Ye have sought the scattered pieces of Our Lord, ceasing
never to assemble all that has been. And in the Realm of
the Dead have ye begotten from the Dead the Shining One. Ye
then gave birth, and nourished Him.
Thy Land of Milk shall have the honey also, dropped down as
dew by the Divine Gynander. The pleasure and delight lie in
the Working, the Whole surpassing far the Parts together.
The Lord of Parts is placed within his kingdom, as done by
Beast and Bird. The land of Sun is open but to Children.
Heed the Eternal Child - his Way is flowing-free, and suited
to the Nature of your being.
A Voice crieth in the Crystal Echo:
What means this showing-forth? Is Time Itself awry? The
Hawk has flown but threescore and ten in His allotted
course!
She smiles, as beauteous as Night:
Behold, He spreads His pinions yet in flight, showering and
shaking forth the Golden Light upon the hearts of men. And
wherein doth He fly, and by what means? The Feather and the
Air are His to ride, to bear him ever in his GO-ing.
The pylons of the ages are unshaken, firmly are they Set.
The Day of the Hawk has but seen its dawning, and will see
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its due measure according to the Laws of Time and Space.
The Voice then spoke:
Then has the Vision failed? Do I behold Thee crookedly,
thinking Thee to be Whom Thou art Not?
She danced and whirled, scattering starlight in her silent
laughter.
I Am Whom I appear to be, at times, and then again I wear a
triple veil. Be not confused! Above all, Truth prevails.
I am the Unconfined. Who is there to say me nay, to say,
``Thou shalt not pass.''? Who indeed may say, ``Thy time is
yet to come,'' when Time itself is my chief serving-maid,
and Space the Major-domo of my Temple?
Indeed, O Voice of the Akasha, I am the means by which you
speak. By the same mouth that breathes the Air, do words of
doubt pour forth. In silence then, do know Me. For I am
come with purpose at this time, to aid the Lovers of the
Hawk to fly.
The Word of Flight
Who falters in the Flight must thereby fall: the greatness
of the Gods is in the GO-ing.
When first ye fledged, Beloved of Heru, the shell which had
protected long had broken. Upon the Wings of Will ye ven-
tured forth, gaining strength and power as ye flew. Ye
gained all knowledge of the Feathered Kingdom, whereby ye
became as perfect as the Sun. The friends and teachers all
became as brothers.
The regal Swan, the Heron and the Owl - the Raven and the
Cockerel did aid ye. The Beauty of the Hawk Himself was
granted, the virtues of the Peacock, the Hummingbird and
Loon. The Eagle did reveal her inner nature and the mys-
teries thereof - behold, ye witnessed how, with her Lion,
she became the Swan. And the Ibis of the Abyss did show the
Knowledge.
Ye flew, O Kings and Hermits! And ye fly even now, within
the bending loveliness of NU. But there are those among ye,
and below ye, who would snare your wings and drag ye from
the sky.
Look well within! Judge well your Heart! If ye be pure, it
weighs no more than I. It will not bear ye down to the
Abyss. For Gold is Light, but Lead is fatal unto flying -
plumb your own depths, in Truth and in self-knowledge.
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If aught would hinder thee, it is thy doing. Behold this
teaching now within the Temple.
So saying, She-Who-Moves assumed the form of the great Black
Flame, growing from the central shaft and billowing out into
the Void. The Children of Heru beheld in silence, and
listened to Her words form in their hearts.
Behold! This lens of Stars now turning in Space before ye -
men have named it well Andromeda. Through it I flow unto
the holy Moondog, and thence to Ra, and thence to ye, O Pri-
ests.
Ye must not rest content whilst in the Kingdom, but strive
and so exceed in what is done. In Love of the Lady of the
North, and in Will of the Prince of the South, do every
thing soever. In the power of the Seven-rayed Star do ye
comprehend the Beast. And from HAD of the Heart do delight
in thy star-arched darling.
Do all this, and then, pass beyond. Abandon aught that
might distinguish thee from any other thing, yea, or from
no-thing. If the fowler would snare thee, leave thy
feather-cloak a-dangle in his hand and soar naked and
invisible beyond!
But now! As priests within the Temple are ye here, as
Kings, and Warriors, Magickians all. The Way is in the
Work.
The Hidden One of the Abyss now gives the two wherein is
wrought the higher Alchemy: supporting Earth is Chthonos -
learn it well, and all bonds shall be loosed for the Will's
Working. Surmounting Spirit, there is Ychronos, whose
nature is duration and the passing-away thereof.
The two are one, and form the Kingdom's essence. Who mas-
ters them is Master of the World. They are the utter keys
of Transmutation, and keys of the power of the other Ele-
ments.
The Warrior-Priests received the Keys, and placed them
within their robes, to hold them hidden well above their
hearts. The Black Flame danced and dwindled, becoming
small, a quill pen, plumed and pointed. There being naught
upon which to write, one among the Priests came forth, and
laid his body's skin upon the altar as living parchment.
She-Who-Moves wrote thereupon a Word, but shew it not before
them. In patience waited all the Kings and Hermits, assured
full well of final Understanding.
The Feather grew again, and rounded close its edges, becom-
ing to their eyes the Yonilingam. The image came of Ancient
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Baphomet, the Horned One, who spoke:
Of old ye knew the Key of Two-in-One conjoined. Ye have
lived and loved full measure as NU and HAD, as PAN and
BABALON. The Mystery of mine own image do ye also know, for
such a Truth was for the ancient Orders of the East and
West.
Bipartite has the Race of Man been in its span. The Father
and the Mother made a Child. I am the elder of the Chil-
dren, true - but now the younger rises to His Day.
The nature of true Alchemy is that it changes not alone the
substance of the Work, but also changes thence the Alchem-
ist. Ye whose Will it is to Work thereby, behold mine
inverse image, and consider well its meaning for thy Task.
The Showing of the Image
From out of the Yonilingam drifted forth a Cloud, violet and
light-shot. In the misty heart thereof a sound arose,
vibrating soft, yet filling everywhere.
Jeweled and flashing rainbow-lights from wings, there
hovered in the midst a humble BEE. Striped gold and brown,
soft-haired and curved in form, it shone its eyes unto the
Priests and Kings assembled.
Spoke then She-Who-Moves from out of the mist surrounding:
This is the symbol of the Work-to-come, the Great Gynander
in its Earthly form. The Magickian shall grow like unto the
BEE as the Aeon unfolds, a leader and sign unto the Race of
Man.
What then of its nature doth the BEE show forth?
Behold, it is not male nor female in the singular. It
labors forth by day in constant flight, an egoless do-er,
whose will and the Hive Will are but one.
It gathers up the flower-nectar, flies to Hive and there, in
pure Comm-Union, doth in its very body Transubstantiate.
The nectar is now honey. Bee to bee, it is transferred,
speaking all Hive Mysteries from and to each mouth. By the
same mouth that first ingathered, is the honey spent, the
secret Alchemy within the Centers turning SilverGold.
The Hive now lives, immortal. With queen and workers,
drones and builder-bees, soldiers, foster-mothers - all are
one. In constant life-renewal, the Hive breathes as One
Being - for so indeed it is. In the Will of the Hive is the
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Will of the Bee fulfilled. Each in its appointed place, the
Bees work out their Will in ordered harmony.
The image fades. Now the poised Plume moves in dancing
fashion, unfolding from the center shaft long wings,
transforming to the shape of the dark Vulture.
But know, O Children of the Hawk, a Man is not a Bee. He
may profit from the image thereof, to learn of Wisdom in the
Working. Behold in Me another image for thy heart's
instruction.
There rose before their eyes the Tower of Silence, wherein
the Lovers of Fire lay their dead.
The Vulture form alighted soft therein, and ate the flesh
from the corpses, to the bone. The wind howled, desolate,
in this fearsome place, fluttering the cerements about the
ivory bones.
Silently, the Winged One stared, gore smeared about her
beak. Into the eyes of each Priest there assembled, her
baleful gaze did search. In perfect peace they beheld her
searching, for each, as Warrior, had made of Death a
brother. Deliberately then, she unfolded out her wings, and
took to the wind, and soared up from that place.
The Giving of the Word
Eternity then reigned, Infinite the veil that hung about
them.
Somewhere, sometime, the veil parted for a moment, and She-
Who-Moves strode forth. More comely than mortal woman ever
was, She glowed in radiance of pearl and amethyst. Fine
pleated linen was Her gown, girded in gold and silver, and
on Her head, a nemyss of starred blue. Her crown was but a
single plume, free-standing, and in her hands the Ankh and
Wand of healing.
Unto each Warrior-Priest she moved, embraced and kissed
them. Then, seated in the midst, She spoke as comrade
equally-ranked.
``All ye who practise well the High Art, hearken. There
shall be nothing hidden from thy sight. All formulae and
Words shalt thou discover, being initiated by those whose
Work it is to aid the Law of Will.
``Ye have worked well in all that has been given; upon the
Tree of Life are ye founded. In Tetragrammaton have ye pro-
ceeded; in all the Beast hath given ye have practised well.
Ye have become Hadit, and NU, and Ra-Hoor-Khuit also. As
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Heru-Pa-Kraath did ye abide in silence. Ye know PAN as
lover and as godform, and BABALON is bride and self to you.
``The forces of Shaitan have ye engendered, calling forth
the nexus of the ninety-three wherein to work your Will.
Separation for the joy of Union have ye known, and Alchemy
is Science to your Art.
``For those who know, and will, and dare, and keep in
silence, it goes now further.
``In death is Life - for now as ever has it been so. The
Willed Death is eternal - keep it so. Self of Ego, selfson
born of Maya, must be slain on the moment of birth. The
unsleeping Eye must vigil keep, O Warriors, for the illusion
is self-generate.
``Constant watchfulness is the first Act - the Abyss is
crossed by minutes, every day.
``If ye would dance the Mask, then mask the Dance.
Exquisite must be the Art in this wise; and balance in the
Center be maintained, or else ye shall give unwonted Life
unto thine own creations. Tread carefully this path of
Working, Mage. A tool, by Will devised, makes an ill mas-
ter.
``Now in the Mass, the Eagle must be fed upon what she has
shared in making. By the same mouth that roars upon the
mountain, is the word-act of No Difference given.
``And when Will declares, therein shall join the BEE to add
the gold to red and white. The essence of Shaitan is Nectar
here, the Temple is the Hive. The Lion is the Flower, now
betimes, the Eagle invokes the nature of the BEE.
``Within the triple-chambered shrine is the first nectar
pooled. The summons of the wand of PAN awakens the portal-
opening bliss. And from the third and inmost chamber, in
joy supreme, the Sothis-gift, quintessential mead, bounds
forth to join Eagle-tears and Lion-blood.
``Solve et Coagula. Comm-Union thereby, whereof the Cosmos
itself dissolveth, and re-forms by Will. And know, if aught
can be so ordered in the Kingdom, that three or more is
zero, as well as older truths.''
Then stirred the Warrior-Priests, and of their number, a
nameless one stepped forth.
``We know thee, Lady, unspoken though Thy name has been thus
far. But say now - what was written on the manskin? What
is the word Thou givest?''
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She smiled and drew from out her robe a parchment scroll,
shaped even as a Star. Unrolling it, She turned it rounda-
bout, so all might see.
IPSOS
``What is this Word, O Lady - how may it be used?''
``In silent wisdom, King and Warrior-Priest. Let the deed
shine forth and let the word be hidden; the deed is lamp
enough to veil the face.
``It is the word of the twenty-third path, whose number is
fifty and six. It is the unspoken Abode, wherein the Dance
of the Mask is taught by Me. Tahuti watches without the
Ape; I am the Vulture also.
``It is the Chalice of Air and Wand of Water, the Sword of
Earth and Pantacle of Fire. It is the hourglass and tail-
biting serpent. It is the Ganges becoming Ocean, the Way of
the Eternal Child.
``It names the Source of Mine Own Being - and yours. It is
the origin of this sending, that channels through Andromeda
and Set. What race of gods do speak to Man, O Willed Ones?
The word of them is both the Name and the Fact.
``It is for thy mantram and incantation. To speak it is to
bring about certain change. Be circumspect in its usage -
for if its truth be known abroad, it would perchance drive
the slaves to madness and despair.
``Only a true Priest-King may know it fully, and stay in
balance through his GO-ing flight. This is all I speak for
now. The Book of the Preshadowing of the Feather is com-
plete. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Love is the law, love under will.''
Donat per Omne
Scriba - Nema
Sol in Capricornus
Anno Heru LXX
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