The Scarlet Letter
Volume VII, Number 1 | March 2002
Eleven Injunctions
A Series of Prayers
By Dionysos Thriambos
Unknowable enigma of revelation, thou limit who art not, invisible Magician
whose illusions reveal the truth, devouring us and eating us up with blindness;
mayst thou stream from perfection to perfection in the hidden life of all.
So mote it be.
Vast continuum of worlds, grand system of galaxies of stars in the blanket
of Night, vault of the body of the luminous firmament, at whom we marvel in
thy parts, and whose whole we may never comprehend; may we fall without cessation
into the bosom of thine infinity, receiving thy glory into our hearts.
So mote it be.
Thou Body of the world, with thy mountains and plains, forests and deserts,
caverns and canyons; and thou Blood of the world, with thy shallows and depths,
waves and tides, calms and storms; afford ye shelter and nourishment to life,
and serve as the palace of the court of incarnation.
So mote it be.
Thou Lord of the Day, whose perpetual energies sustain all life, and thou
Lady of Night, whose silent beams draw our attention to the heavens; mark ye
the times and seasons; and witness our labors of creation, preservation, and
destruction.
So mote it be.
Creatures of scale and feather, servitors and symbols of the Gate of Life
and Love, fill ye the water and air with the abundance of the spirit.
So mote it be.
Creatures that crawl and gallop, that pace and climb, servitors and symbols
of the Lord Most Secret, thrive ye upon the face of the earth in the hunger
and thirst of the spirit.
So mote it be.
Mingled soul of God and Beast, the fire of whose nature reveals itself in
matter and spirit, mayst thou ever pursue thy Will, the Great Work, the Summum
Bonum, mayst thou penetrate the Undiscovered Country, and find a home in the
starry abodes.
So mote it be.
Dear and Divine Liberty, may our embrace and exercise of thee advance us in
Light, Wisdom, Understanding, Knowledge and Power, through Beauty, Courage,
and Wit, on the Foundation of Universal Brotherhood.
So mote it be.
Lady of Knowledge, who art the mother of Mind at
the heart of the coils of the serpent, and the sister of Love in the savor
of the milk of the stars, distinguishing life and joy in human congress, thou
celebrated by us in beds of purple, and fields of war, on thrones of the mighty,
and in the festival riot, in the oratory of the magician, and the laboratory
of the alchemist, as in the speech of our mouths and the works of our hands,
we worthily commemorate them worthy that did of old keep thy secrets and communicate
them duly: among whom are Lillith, Isis, Enoch, and Tahuti; Dionysus, Cybele,
Ariadne, with Orpheus, Rhea Silvia, and Pythagoras; and also Simon Magus and
Helena of Tyre, Hypatia of Alexandria, Velleda, Hassan-i-Sabah, Jacques deMolay,
and Jeanne d’Arc; with these also, Giordano Bruno, Mary Anne Atwood,
Paschal Beverly Randolph, Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, and Aleister Crowley.
May their words inspire us, and their acts encourage us, in the perfection
of our feasts.
So mote it be.
By the brand and the sword, the chain and the scourge, may our aspiration
succeed through organization and discipline. And restriction be unto Choronzon
in the name of Babalon!
So mote it be.
May the one who invoketh often behold the Formless Fire, with
trembling and bewilderment; and in the lengthening of that meditation, resolve
it into coherent and intelligible symbols, and hear the articulate utterance
of that Fire, interpret the thunder thereof as a still small voice in the heart.
And may the Fire reveal to the eyes the aspirant’s own image in its own true glory; and speak
in the ears the Mystery that is the adept’s own right Name.
So mote it be.
This set of prayers was first offered as the discourse in a Liturgy of the
Word of the Law at Circle of Stars Sanctuary in Anno IV vi.
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