
Daily ritual of seth
printed in mektoub II(10) An. LXXXVI
by Jakal 3113, Dark Apollo 69, A.V.H.
The following is a short ritual written by a few of the practitioners
of the Herui-fi Lodge [of T.B.O.S.] intended for daily use. Musk is
an appropriate incense.
(Bell 3-3-3)
Priest: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
(Bell 5-5-5-5-5)
Reply: Love is the law, love under will.
Opening:
(Lighting the lamp)
As Malkuth is in Kether, so is Kether in Malkuth,
Thus I light this sacred lamp
bringing the gnosis of STh into the Temple.
The Gate is the Light;
The Light is the Gate.
Litany:
Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many and the
known.
These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are
fools.
Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
The word sin is restriction.
Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only!
Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I
swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by
all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the
curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.
I call to thee known to us by many names:
Baphomyther: thou bestial hermaphrodite
whose mercy and pride is known to us.
Bacchus, Dionysus, Pan, Tcheaow-Way, Priapus
We know thee as patron under the one name
Ye come from the south bringing knowledge
of the marvels and splendours
that are given unto those who know thee.
It is from this that thou art feared
by those who feign knowledge of one more righteous
those who do not know ye as yet.
But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!
As brothers, fight ye!
STh is thy covenant.
Close:
Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time
is nigh at hand.
May our work be carried forth
May our vision never parish
Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh
not long: then when ye are sad known that I have forsaken you.
Choose ye an island!
Fortify it!
Dung it about wirth the enginery of war!
I will give you a war-engine.
With it ye shall smith the peoples; and none shall stand before you.
Ye are against the people. O my chosen!
The generation awakens.
Go forth!
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