Ordo Templi Orientis
Berkeley, CA 94702 USA
October 1994 e.v. at Thelema Lodge
Lodge Members and Officers
by Aleister Crowley
Originally published in the English Review 15 (London: November 1913), this installment concludes our serialization of the article.
|I wrap myself around the wind|
|Roaring visions speak within|
|Starry night and comets flash|
|Parting seas by lightings path.|
|I stand on cliffs by seas|
|To learn the silent mysteries|
|My path is chosen, my will is done|
|My spirit blazes with the sun.|
by Deborah Bender
copyright © 1991, revised 1994 e.v.
Hecate -- Black robe and veil. Candle lantern or grecian oil lamp.
Sophia -- Robe and veil trimmed in gold. Scepter with a light in the tip, or decorative bowl hiding a light.
Quaestor -- Robe of citrine, olive, russet, and black; hat with roses on hatband.
Psyche -- Robe of rainbow, pastel, or flame colors. Sparkling headdress.
Probationers -- Earth colors.
A labyrinth is marked out on the ground. To the left and right of its entrance sit Hecate and Sophia. Nearby is a table with a censer and two vessels of salt.
Sophia's lamp is lit. Hecate's lamp is extinguished.
Lector reads selected passages from "Thunder, Perfect Mind" (from the Nag Hammadi library).
Sophia: Knocks ten times, in the pattern ** * ** ** * **.
Sister Hecate, what is the hour?
Hecate: It is the coldest hour before dawn.
Knocks ten times in the pattern ** *** *** **.
Sister Sophia, what is the place?
Sophia: The gate of the labyrinth. Who are the officers?
Hecate: Two. Waning moon . . .
Sophia: . . . and winter sun.
Hecate: Another will come.
Sophia: Let us sow the earth with salt that nothing may grow here.
Hecate: Let us sow the earth with salt that nothing may rot here.
They mark out an equal-armed cross on the ground before the entrance of the labyrinth. Quaestor enters. Hecate veils her face.
Quaestor: (addressing audience) It is my will to penetrate the labyrinth.
Hecate: Many enter, few return.
Quaestor: Why, what's inside?
Hecate turns away from him, remaining in her seat.
Quaestor: (to Sophia) What will I find when I reach the center?
Sophia: What will you find? That is uncertain. When last I was in the labyrinth, I found a very large man with a bull's head. I do not know if he is there now.
Quaestor: How can I find my way to the center, and not get lost?
Sophia: I have answered one question already. Do you think knowledge is free? Pay me something.
Quaestor: Pay you? You didn't answer my question. You said you don't know.
Sophia: That is also an answer.
Hecate: You resemble one who tore my veil. My word to you is "Memory."
Quaestor: (to Sophia) If you have penetrated to the center of the labyrinth, it is your duty to tell me the way. Sophia: Don't tell me what my duty is.
Quaestor walks away.
Sophia: The way in is through that hole, I'll tell you that much for free.
Quaestor: (to Hecate, wheedling) Ma'am . . .
Hecate: Have you a light?
Quaestor: Uh, yes.
Quaestor strikes match and lights Hecate's lantern. Hecate unveils. She takes a close look at him, holding up the lantern.
Hecate: You look something like him, without the beard. What is it you
Quaestor: I guess you've seen a lot of people go in that gate.
Hecate: More than you can count.
Quaestor: What's down in there?
Hecate: Rotting pigs.
Quaestor: (to Sophia) She won't help me. Have compassion on a traveler. I don't have any money to pay you.
Sophia: Then go get some.
Quaestor removes hat, approaches probationers.
Quaestor: Will you help a brother? I'm on a quest. Alms for the earth mysteries. Anything you can spare, et cetera.
Quaestor brings whatever he has collected to Sophia.
Quaestor: Here is an offering for my passage.
Sophia: Give it here. (counts money) the count is ..... (gives the count as a number, rather than a dollar amount; this can be checked for gematria after the ritual: the count at the first performance of this rite wound up to be the number of Earth) Ask your questions.
Quaestor: How can I find my way to the center without getting lost?
Sophia: There are three ways to find the path to the center. They correspond to three sorts of character. The first is to take in turn every possible direction at each choosing point, keeping a record of your choices and never repeating any, until, having taken all possible wrong turns, persistence alone shall bring you to the center. You are persistent; this method may be suitable for you.
Quaestor: The second way?
Sophia: Before you enter, obtain the true pattern of the labyrinth. It is known to the sages of all lands. Meditate upon it until it is impressed upon your inner vision. When every turning burns before you in the darkness, there will be no difficulty in finding the one path to the center. You prefer to rely upon the researches of others; this method may be suitable for you.
Quaestor: What is the third way?
Sophia: Open the portals of your soul. Let the center call you. Let the intuition of your heart be drawn thereto. For a person such as yourself, this method is not . . .
Quaestor: (interrupting) That is my way! (rushes in, then turns around) Thanks. (turns around again and heads deeper in)
Sophia: (to Hecate) He forgot to ask how to get out of the labyrinth.
(Lector or Hecate reads verses 1-5 of "Ilicet", by Swinburne; musical accompaniment if available)
There is an end of joy and sorrow;
Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,
But never a time to laugh or weep.
The end is come of pleasant places,
The end of tender words and faces,
The end of all, the poppied sleep.
No place for sound within their hearing,
No room to hope, no time for fearing,
No lips to laugh, no lids for tears.
The old years have run out all their measure;
No chance of pain, no chance of pleasure,
No fragment of the broken years.
Outside of all the worlds and ages,
There where the fool is as the sage is,
There where the slayer is clean of blood,
No end, no passage, no beginning,
There where the sinner leaves off sinning,
There where the good man is not good.
There is not one thing with another,
But Evil saith to Good: My brother,
My brother, I am one with thee:
They shall not strive nor cry forever:
No man shall chose between them; never
Shall this thing end and that thing be.
Wind wherein seas and stars are shaken
Shall shake them, and they shall not waken;
None that has lain down shall arise;
The stones are sealed across their places;
One shadow is shed on all their faces,
One blindness cast on all their eyes.
Quaestor screams. Sophia recites from "The Garden of Proserpine" by Swinburne:
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.
She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother,
The life of fruits and corn;
And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
And flowers are put to scorn.
Hecate: Not so. The ravished Queen of Hell lies in labor there four hours. There is none to deliver her.
Hecate knocks **. Sophia knocks ***. Hecate knocks ***. Sophia knocks **. Hecate recites from "A Nympholept" by Swinburne:
Lord God of life and of light and of all things fair,
Lord God of ravin and ruin and all things dim,
Death seals up life, and darkens the sunbright air,
And the stars that watch blind earth in the deep night swim,
Laugh, saying, "What God is your God, that ye call on him?
What is man, that the God who is guide of our way should care
If day for a man be golden, or night be grim?"
Sophia: It is well that the Quaestor is beyond the sound of your voice. I
see the sky pales.
Hecate: Sister Sophia, let us summon Psyche, that the Quaestor may be inspired to penetrate to the innermost.
They light incense and perform an appropriate invocation. Psyche appears.
Psyche: Wherefore do I see daylight and darkness met together?
Sophia: Sister Psyche, we desire you to perform the dance of the Hidden Beloved, that the portals of our brother's soul be opened.
Psyche dances. Quaestor makes inarticulate noises.
Hecate: Having descended where the rays of the celestial spheres may not
penetrate, our brother is unable to proceed.
Sophia: Within the very core, he had forgotten the way of return.
Psyche: Nay, sisters. Having won through to the center of silence, he dreads to return to the plane of action.
Hecate: * *** * * *** *. Unless the womb be stirred, the child shall be stillborn.
Sophia: (to Probationers) Companions of the quest, our brother is a-mazed. Let us fortify his courage by circumambulating the labyrinth.
Sophia picks up her light and leads the Probationers clockwise around the outside of the labyrinth. Hecate follows with her lamp. Psyche leads any who remain seated in batteries of claps: * *** * * *** *. Walkers complete one circuit of the boundary. All return to their previous places. Quaestor emerges from the gate, wearing a golden garment.
Hecate: Io! Evohe!
Sophia: The serpent's egg has hatched.
Psyche: How fares it with you, brother?
Quaestor: Sister, I am well.
Sophia: Holy child, declare unto us the words of the new Aeon.
Quaestor recites from Liber Tzaddi, The Book of Lies, or another of Crowley's works. The four officers then form a square in front of the labyrinth, clasping right hands in the center and holding left arms raised horizontally from shoulder to elbow, vertically from elbow to fingertip (i.e. at a right angle), with the palm open in salute.
Quaestor: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The four officers walk as a wheel, ninety degrees sunwise.
Psyche: Love is the law, love under will.
They walk another quarter turn.
Sophia: As Above, So Below.
They walk a quarter turn.
Hecate: So ends this rite.
|Long ere the Cabel held its sway|
|Knew we the powers of the Fey|
|That ruled the ancient, pagan Celt,|
|Sealbearers of the flayed wolf's pelt,|
|Who worshipped to the Gods of Night|
|And lived to please the runic might|
|Of forces chained within the Pit|
|And incarnated Evil's writ.|
|We Irish who hold the Cult|
|Nor care that should our deeds result|
|Return to Earth on Hallow's Eves|
|To leap the Druid Dance of Leaves|
|Across the blackened, rolling heath|
|And gather Lilith's corn'al wreaths|
|From those who honor ancient lore|
|With fire, on hills we knew of yore.|
Originally published in The Grady Project #3 (March 1988 e.v.).
Derived from a lecture on 7/22/87 e.v. by Bill Heidrick
Copyright © Bill Heidrick
Next month, Playing in the Sand.
"93" is used by O.T.O. members whenever it is not likely to upset or otherwise distort understanding too much. It gets more questions than "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law." and diminishes front-end anxiety. Crowley advocated saying the whole thing to everybody one meets, but even he found that impracticable.
What is Will, in the sense meant here?
The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love."
... self-giving, unconditional, sacrificial love. Would this clash with thelemic thought? ... or is the love the balance, in that sense, to the will...
"What is the way" is the great question?
Paul says, ... faith is the conviction of things not seen (my paraphrase) ...
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