O Scribes of Thebes, take the noose, burn fiercely the words of Aleister Crowley.
For all the wisdom of the hieroglyphic signs lies in union with only one cosmorat-the creator of the tongue of the sun-god Ra and counterpart of Seshat and spouse to Ma'at.
And If a man is double-dealing and his utterance is false, do not trust his utterances, do not heed his tales of woe_ !
In the beginning of creation were hermeneutics, astronomy, geography and medicine
When Thoth was taught the signs of the sacred tablet .
How dare Egypt! How dare Hesert, Abydos, Rekhui, Per-Ab, Urit, Pselket, Hat, Sep, Ta-ur, Bah,Antcha-Mutet ,Talmsis, Ta-kens and Amen-heri-ab Shrines!
Tell you the truth you scholars and believers who dwelleth in these darkest places of Thoth: In Judgment of Monsoon, your souls shall be extirpated from the surface of the Terra Firma.
Men who bow in homage to the face of Adam and mankind,
There's a spectrum of atom, sun, four elements, five saints, dimensions six. Go seek His attributes! But explanations cannot compass him.
Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu
circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of
a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert
winds walking the three star path of the
Jackal back to Giza again pulling my cape
up around me tight I enter the ancient and
dark catacombs down, down to your never
opened tomb and I recite these words from
the Book Of The Dead...the cavern is opened
for you in the abyss and in the sunshine
you are released; the cavern is opened for Shu
and if he comes out may you come out...rise now
and take your seat in the bark of Re the great
one who rises and shines in the waterway of
the lake...so mote it be!
I have been here, the touch of the rose petals under my feet...The drink of lotus wine, adorned in white lien and gold... Behind the veils , in the temples of Abydos ... The scenes replay.... Flicking like wish candles in the whirling winds.. Scents of Myrrh ascend, as the priestess chants, spells of love... Amazons rides the waves of sand....
I have been here, welding the sword on the battlefield of Mongols ... Under the thunderous hooves horses, salty blood flowed, in glory and valor of, Genghis Khan..
I have been here, crystalline Kama Sutra, frozen in time.. The of dance of creation.. The Tantric courtesan spreads her sensuous legs, in service to the Ruby Maharaja....
I have been here, young crippled boy, holding the banner of atonement.. As he limps in procession of saffron cloaked Buddhist monks...
I have been here, full circle.. Cleansing the lives ,the field ,the heart, in the truest core of being.. The Web ebbs and flows... Earth Bound again, the cycle of life continues...
Leander loved Hero, who lived on the opposite side of the strait, and would swim to her each
night, but was drowned in a tempest. Hero in despair cast herself into the sea.*
What body this asea all vision past
This hallow'd temple bobbing half-between?
What vengeful God has sheath'd fond Hero's light
Commanding tempest fingers long and lean?
To wake no more no more to pad the fields
Of hyacinth on fair Abydos' shore;
Is truth deep gone asparay in jet-black waves
Which buoy the spirit on no more no more
What figure this at peace which calmly drounds
While all around the shrieking bedlam raves?
What zealous spectral God does rage above
Disturbing not the silence of the grave?
*Bullfinch Mythology
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