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LIBER PENNAE PRAENUMBRA
-The following is a communication received and scribed by a magickian working
in the Cincinnati area. The writing of it was not acheived by individual effort.
It is in accordance with the will of the Bate Cabal to make possible the
sharing of insights with the magickal community. To this end the document is
printed.-
THE BOOK OF MAAT
Scriba Nema
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 destroyed.
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 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
cheif 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 ventured forth, gaining strenght 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 Cockeral did aid ye.
The Beauty of the Hawk Himself was granted, the virtues of the Peacock, the
Hummingbird and the Loon. The Eagle did reveal her inner nature and the
Mysteries 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.
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 Priests.
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
comprhend 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 masters them is Master
of the World. They are the utter keys of Transmutation, and keys of the power
of the other Elements.
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, becoming to their eyes
the Yonilignam. The image came of Ancient Baphomet, the Horned One, who spoke:
Of old ye knew the Key of the 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.
Bipartate has the race of man been in its span. The Father and the Mother
made a Child. I am the elder of the Children, 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 Alchemist. Ye whose Will it is to Work
thereby, Behold mine inverse image, consider well its meaning for thy Task.
THE SHOWING OF THE IMAGE
From out the Yonilignam 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 inthe midst an
humble BEE. Striped gold and brown, soft-haired and curved in the form, it
shone its eyes unto the Priests and Kings assembled.
Spoke then She-Who-Moves from out 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 Centres turning Silver---Gold.
The Hive now lives, immortal. With queen and workers, drones and builder-
bees, soldiers, fostermothers--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
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 Plumed 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 therin, and ate the flesh from 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
did they behold 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 practice 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 proceeded; in all the Beast hath given have
ye practiced well. Ye have become Hadit, and NU, and Ra-Hoor-Khuit also. As
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,
everyday.
"If ye would dance the Mask, then mask the Dance. Exquisite must be the Art
in this wise; and balance in the Centre 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 master.
"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 the
red and white. The essence of Shaitan is the 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?
She smiled and drew from out her robe a parchment scroll, shaped even as a
Star. Unrolling it, She turned it roundabout, so all might see.