Ordo Templi Orientis
Berkeley, CA 94702 USA
February 2004 e.v. at Thelema Lodge
Lodge Members and Officers
Our Father the Sun brings us to the halfway point of winter, attaining fifteen degrees of Aquarius quite early in the morning of 4th February at about 3:45. The lodge will gather that evening in Horus Temple to celebrate the festival of Brigid (Candlemas), elemental feast of air, with a ritual invocation of Nuit and a communal dinner. Join us beginning at 7:00 on Wednesday evening 4th February, with the meal to follow our cross-quarter ritual. This event is being coordinated for the lodge by members of the local Lodge of Perfection. Speak ahead of time with brother Nathan Bjorge to assist with the working, and for the feast everyone please bring dinner entrees or salads to share, along with plenty of your favorite things to drink.
We light up Horus Temple every Sunday evening to celebrate the mass of Ecclesia Gnostica Cathoilica, welcoming participation from all whose will it is to join us in this Thelemic communion ritual. Those attending for the first time should call the lodge well ahead for additional information and directions to the temple. Members here take turns as officers in the gnostic mass, and many of our more experienced celebrants are available by request to assist novices in learning these roles. To sign up for a date to serve the lodge at mass, form a team of officers and practice the ritual privately until you have mastered it, then arrange with the lodgemaster for a date on the temple calendar.
|---- Brother Gregory Peters|
(Jack is putting on his overcoat with Mary's aid.)
JACK: Well, good-bye, dear. Remember, I may be a little late for dinner; I'm
rushed to death this week, you know, what with four men called to the
colors, and three of the girls gone for the Red Cross.
MARY: Good-bye, Jack. Take care of yourself. This is dreadfully treacherous
weather, dear, and you with your weakness! (While helping him she had
dexterously extracted his wallet. She embraces him warmly.) Good-bye,
JACK: Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye!
(He goes. She immediately searches the wallet. It contains a large number of
bills, of which she thrusts a goodly proportion into her stocking, and a
memorandum, which she reads, sitting.)
MARY: Monday L. B. 100, Wednesday L. B. 50, Thursday L. B. 200, Saturday
L. B. 200. Oh, God! Oh, God! That it should have come to this!
(The bell rings sharply. She puts the wallet in the pocket of a second
overcoat, and conceals the paper. She then touches the button which
releases the door, and begins to put away the breakfast things. Enter Jack.)
JACK: Darling, I've left my wallet, or it's been stolen. I must be crazy.
I could have sworn I had it on me.
MARY: Oh, I guess it's in the overcoat you wore yesterday.
(Jack finds it.)
JACK: So it is! Stupid of me! I must run, Good-bye again, dear girl!
MARY: Good-bye, Jack! (He goes. She sinks into a chair.) He didn't even
kiss me! Oh, the mask's off the viper now! The veil has fallen from the
rat! He and his L. B. -- the fifties and hundreds he's spending on her --
and I haven't a rag to my back. Well, I'll know the worst -- and then go
back to mother -- mother -- mother. (The bell rings sharply. She touches
the button and returns, half fainting.) Oh, Mother! come and comfort me!
(Enter Slyman Squiff. He is a tall, pale man. His face and feet are large
and flat. He wears huge brown horn spectacles and wide red whiskers, an
old battered Derby hat, a frock coat with a pale yellow waistcoat and
lavender pants, all cut in the most fashionable style, new patent leather
boots, frayed and dirty linen, new white kid gloves. He carries a cane,
which can be used as a periscope, gun, or cigar holder. On his entry it is
a cigar holder. His flowery language is spoken as if by a rather effete
dandy, his slang in tones of cunning and vulgarity. His high notes of
protest or affirmation reach the level of a lugubrious bellow. His costume
can be varied if any items of it are difficult to obtain, but in any case
it should be notable incongruous.)
SQUIFF: Good morrow, madam! May all blessings flow upon that dainty dome of
thine. Indeed, ahem!
MARY: Good morning, Mr Squiff! Do sit down! Have you found out anything?
SQUIFF: Say everything, fair lady. What a question to ask of me, the master
detective, the man who arrested Edward Kelly! I am indeed delighted to be
able to inform you that your humble and devoted servant is now able to
vindicate that pledge of confidence which you so amicably honored me by
hypothecating -- hum! I've got the dope on the slob, madam, permit me to
assure you on the faith of a master detective!
MARY: Tell me the worst, quickly, for pity's sake!
SQUIFF: Alas! that these lips should needs profane their sanctity with such a
tale of treachery and infamy. Kid, it's the limit, believe me! Yes,
madam, I deeply regret to have to inform you that he who pledged his honor
to his marriage vows is no better than -- ah! how can I frame the phrase
without wounding that sensitive soul of yours? -- no better than a-a-a
MARY: Then you can interpret this? (She hands him the memorandum.)
SQUIFF: Madam, I can. What a question to ask me, the master detective, the
man who arrested Edward Kelly! L. B. is Laura Brown. Yet not so brown --
she is a blonde!
MARY: Heavens above! a blonde!
SQUIFF: A blonde! She is employed in the office itself as a stenog.
MARY: A stenog?
SQUIFF: A stenog. Well may we say og -- she is a swine!
MARY: Did you make her confess?
SQUIFF: I wouldn't go near her for a million dollars. Blondes are more
terrible than tigers, more ruthless than rattlesnakes, more squamacious
than skunks -- oh, madam! Ahem!
MARY: I wish I had never been born. Oh, mother! mother!
SQUIFF: But, madam, calm your agitation, I beg of you. Open fire with anti-
aircraft guns! What must be done? Ah, what?
MARY: I shall go home to mother.
SQUIFF(exhibiting alarm): But not today; oh, not today, let me beg of you!
Trust me! Trust the master detective, the man who arrested Edward Kelly!
There is much yet to do. Possess yourself awhile. We must have yet more
proof -- prehoof! Prehoof's the one best bet!
MARY: Laura Brown! It is for her that he has cut my allowance, moved into
this tiny flat, made me turn my old dresses and do my own housework. Laura
Brown! I've been starving, Mr Squiff, literally starving, and he earning
fifty a week!
SQUIFF: Indeed, madam, the worst is yet to come. For four months he had been
branch manager, at two hundred a week, and three per cent commission into the bargain.
MARY: Oh, perfidy! perfidy!
SQUIFF: A raw deal, madam, as I live. I am the master detective! I arrested
Edward Kelly, and I never heard a tale more pitiable!
MARY: Tonight I will confront him.
SQUIFF(in a hollow voice): 'Tis well. 'Tis well. Until tomorrow's sun,
then, gild the horizon with his rays from the same elevation as at present,
I bid you most respectfully adieu. I'll beat it, madam. Beat it! Ahem!
(He goes. Mary sinks in grief, and begins to sob. The clock strikes ten.)
MARY: I won't believe it -- not until I know. But -- well -- the day's work --
I guess there's a hundred with what I got this morning! (She rises, and
takes her hat and coat.)
The curtain falls to indicate the passage of Time.
(The clock strikes four. The bell rings. After a little, enter Squiff with
Jack, crouching, like persons stalking game.)
SQUIFF: Ha! we are unobserved. Now, then, go to it, kid, go to it!
JACK: I almost hate myself for having employed you to spy on my wife's
actions. But it has been too much for me! Week after week no proper
meals! What does she do with her allowance? She hasn't had a dress or a
hat in six months. And between you and me, I believe there's more than my
carelessness in the way my money disappears. Sixty-four dollars this very
morning, or I miss my count. You have discovered all, you say?
SQUIFF: What a question to ask me, the master detective, the man who arrested
Edward Kelly! Mr Sampson, it grieves me to the heart to have to break the
terrible news to you, but it's a cinch. Bear up, man, it's the booze.
Your lady wife's a secret drinker. It is the drink! Dre-hink! Dre-hink!
JACK: I've never seen her drink in my life. It's absurd.
SQUIFF: It is on such paradoxes that detective genius has an average of over
.300. I am the master detective. I arrested Edward Kelly, and believe me,
I'm the wise guy. Never drink? That sort's the worst of all. Always
sober, never seen to touch a drop, but she'll put away her weight in
whiskey in a week, gol darn it! It is one of the most paradoxical and
lamentable facts in the psychopathy of the neurological diathesis of
dipsomania and parallel noioplegias, b'gosh!
JACK: God! it's too dreadful. Is there no doubt possible?
SQUIFF: It is not possible for a sound ratiocinatonary apparatus which is
functioning normally to enter a caveat against the ipse dixit of my ex-
cathedra pronunciamento. Holy smoke, no, ahem! It's a sure thing, babe,
she's doing the hula-hula with the demon Rum.
JACK: How can you be so sure?
SQUIFF: You forget! I am the master detective. I am the man who arrested
Edward Kelly! And so -- ah, so! Well? Ahem! I listened in. I did. It
may have been unworthy, but I listened in! Ahem! Only yesterday! No
sooner had your manly foot spurned the threshold of this your mansion in
disdain and haste as you fled swiftly to your house of affairs -- ahem! --
than -- ting! the masterpiece of Morse and Bell resounded. 'Twas even the
sweet voice of your fair spouse -- wife of your bosom, alas that I should
say it! (Bosom -- alas! that I should say it!) She called one Joe -- I
know not who he may be, this pander to unhallowed vice and debauchery of
drunkenness. She gave her order in terms that she thought darkly hidden,
but to me, the master detective, the man who arrested Edward Kelly, they
were -- alas! -- too clear -- ahem! Too plain! Too evident! Too damnable
damning, damn it! Oh, yes, ahem! "Joe!" cried she, "two hundred bucks.
Wilson -- that's all!" My innocent friend, "Wilson -- that's all" is the
advertisement of a famed brand of whiskey. It was enough. She rang off.
JACK: Two hundred dollars worth of whiskey! The woman must be a barrel!
SQUIFF: 'Tis the dread truth! 'Twill out, wil't not, indeed, ahem?
JACK: My God, can nothing be done?
SQUIFF: First, brother in distress, we must prehoove it on her. Prehoof!
Prehoof's the one best bet. Hark! my trained ear perceives a fairy foot
fall. Camouflage, Mr Sampson, camouflage! Quick -- in the window bay --
behind your Arras tapestry!
(They hide behind the window curtain, in the recess. Squiff keeps watch
through the periscope. Enter Mary with parcels, which she leaves on the
table. She looks round, as if fearing observation.)
MARY: All safe here! (Aside.) Yet I am the most wretched of women. At this
very moment my husband -- my own husband -- is ensconced within the arms of
that vile sorceress, Laura Brown. The fly is in my ointment, and I cannot
swat it! Accursed by him that invented hydrogen peroxide with a little
ammonia in it, to be combed though the hair carefully, well into the roots!
Blondes! Blondes! Blondes! Oh, mother! mother! (aloud) But to my
secret joy, my only compensation in this valley of woe!
SQUIFF (in a horse whisper, very loud): Did you hear that, Mr Sampson?
Prehoof! Prehoof I promised you, and there I am with the goods. Prehoof!
JACK (very loud): Alas! I hear you, and I am lost. But hush! will she not
SQUIFF: No fear; her mind is on the drink. Drehink! Drehink! Oh, woe!
MARY: I could have sworn that I heard voices, had I not promised my mother
not to swear. But nothing matters now -- nothing save my secret! (She
extends her arms to heaven and gives a cry as of ecstasy) Wilson -- that's
all! (She goes to a cupboard and closes the door behind her.)
SQUIFF: Now, then, Mr Sampson, to the prehoof! Confront her. I'll stay
hidden, and be witness. Hully gee! I'll reveal myself in my true form --
aha! -- at the proper moment, yes, indeed, ahem! as the master detective,
the man who arrested Edward Kelly!
JACK: I'll do it, if it breaks my heart.
(He comes out and leans with folded arms against the table. Mary comes out of
MARY: Jack! Why, how did you get in? I never heard you!
SQUIFF (with a loud laugh): What a question to ask! All things are easy when
they are taken in hand by the master detective, the man who arrested Edward Kelly!
MARY: Oh, Jack, why don't you speak? I thought I heard a voice, another
JACK: It was the voice of your own guilty conscience, Mary!
MARY: Jack! What do you mean? You frighten me. Why don't you kiss me? Why
do you act so strangely?
JACK: Wilson -- that's all!
MARY: Oh, Jack, Jack, don't!
(She comes to him, he repulses her, she begins to cry.)
SQUIFF: Aha! she trembles, she confesses, it is prehoof!
MARY: Oh, I'm sure I hear a voice!
JACK: Do you see nothing? No snakes, rats, beetles, pink-toed marmosets?
Drink, wretched woman, drink! These things are on your program! No day so
meatless but shall show you leopards nesting in your hair! Hear voices,
indeed! Ha! ha! ha!
MARY: Oh, Jack, you're crazy!
SQUIFF: 'Tis she that's smitten with the dread dementia of drink! Dre-hink!
Dre-hink! She things others crazy, she must then be crazy herself. 'Tis
all Prehoof! Prehoof! Prehoof!
JACK: Mary, we've been good friends and more for over three years now. Won't
you trust me? I'd cut off my hand to save you from this ghastly thing that
has come over you. Tell me the truth. Let's face it together!
MARY: Is this a practical joke?
JACK: Oh, don't try to put me off. I know you have become a secret drinker.
I have proof.
SQUIFF: Pre-hoof! Pre-hoof! Pre-hoof!
MARY: It is a voice. It is familiar, too. Oh, this must be a joke.
JACK: Mary, you are right. It is the voice of Slyman Squiff, the master
SQUIFF: The man who arrested Edward Kelly!
MARY: Then I understand. You wretch! You abandoned wretch! How low must
have I fallen to have loved you! Oh, mother, mother!
JACK: Hey, what's this? That's no answer!
MARY: It is for you to answer me! Here have I been, dragged from a happy
home into this cheap flat, not a rag to my back, nor even a new hat, and
there's a lovely one in ------'s (use name of local milliner) at three
seventy-five, marked down from eight thirty-eight; no girl help any more;
no more dinners in restaurants; oh, those blondes! I suppose Laura Brown's
in an apartment at a thousand a month; the little beast!
JACK: Laura Brown! Mary, you're raving.
SQUIFF: Ha! he thinks others crazy, he's crazy himself. Such is the fate of
all unfaithful husbands. It is Prehoof! Prehoof! Prehoof!
JACK: Shut up, Squiff, you ass!
MARY: Then you hear voices, too! What does this all mean?
JACK (in a low, thrilling, sinister voice): This is a stratagem of Slyman
MARY (equally intense): Traitor, it is. A stratagem of the master detective!
SQUIFF: The man who arrested Edward Kelly!
MARY: Jack, it won't do. Your best chance is to confess. Otherwise I go
straight home to mother. Oh, mother! mother!
JACK: Stop talking nonsense!
MARY: Confess! I have proof!
SQUIFF: Pre-hoof! Pre-hoof! Pre-hoof!
MARY: He knows about it all -- he knows -- he knows! He, Slyman Squiff, the
SQUIFF: The man who arrested Edward Kelly.
JACK: Confound Edward Kelly!
MARY: He did. And he may yet arrest you, John Sampson, you and your Laura
JACK: I haven't exchanged three words with the girl in my life, except good
MARY: Ah! good morning! A clever scoundrel can do much with such materials.
Why, I fell in love with you myself, poor fool I was, because of the way
you used to say, "What a pleasant afternoon, aren't we, Miss Mary." You
JACK: For God's sake be reasonable. You can't stall like that. If you're
not soaking whiskey like an Irish bog, perhaps you'll explain what you do
with all the money you get? Where's the necklace I gave you on your
birthday? And your engagement ring? And the sixty-four dollars you took
from my wallet this morning?
(Silence. Mary, pale as death, clenches her teeth and fists. A pause.)
SQUIFF (in a hollow voice): Caught out! Prehoof!
MARY: Jack, it's no business of yours what I do with my money. You never
asked me before. You're only asking me now to anticipate my asking you.
And I do ask you now. What do you do with your money, if you don't spend
it on that vile, low creature, Laura Brown?
JACK: She's a perfectly nice girl, and I won't hear you slander her.
MARY: Ah! you defend her, of course. Oh, men are all alike! Mother!
JACK: You want it both ways. Women are all alike. If I don't defend her,
that would be a confession; if I do, it's proof that I'm a more hardened sinner still!
SQUIFF: Prehoof! Prehoof! Prehoof!
MARY: Oh, well; explain how you do spend all your money! I happen to know
that you've been branch manager four months, and you never told me! Explain that!
JACK (stammering): Mary, dear, it's a -- it's a -- a -- a sort of -- er -- sort
of secret. A -- er -- kind of a -- er -- surprise for bye and bye.
MARY (sneering): Your manner is convincing, and your explanation most
JACK: Bah! you're only stalling. Look here, Mary, I believe you loved me
once, before this drink got hold of you. I'm going to tell you something.
I saw the doctor again today. That weakness of mine was only temporary.
I'm fit. They've accepted me for the Aviation Corps, and I'm off to camp
MARY (between joy and anxiety): Jack!
JACK: How can I leave you, knowing this about you?
MARY: How can you leave Laura Brown, you mean! Here's your memorandum, with
notes of all the money spent on her.
JACK: Laura Brown? L. B. Good God!
SQUIFF: Prehoof! It is enough. Now comes the supreme moment, the triumph of
Slyman Squiff, the master detective, the man who arrested Edward Kelly.
(He comes out and presents his cane at them.) Hands up! Both of you,
hands up! (Amazed, they obey.) Behold the triumph of the strategist! I
was employed by both of you, I have convicted both of you. No more shall
whiskey and Laura Brown absorb your superfluous funds! I will annex them,
or -- by the Great Horn Spoon-- I expose the pair of you.
JACK: But, you great thundering ass ----
MARY: Oh, Jack, be careful! Don't defy him!
JACK: Defy your grandmother! You silly baby, here's L. B. that I spent all
my money on. (He unlocks a cabinet and pulls out papers, which he throws
on the table.) Here's L. B. LIBERTY BONDS!
MARY (laughing wildly): Why, that was my secret, too! (She rushes to the
cupboard and throws her bonds with Jack's. Wilson -- that's all! (They
SQUIFF: The Bonds of Marriage! And I thought I had Prehoof!
JACK (over his shoulder): Here, you're wanted outside. There's been an escape from Sing Sing.
SQUIFF (eagerly): Oh, if it were only Edward Kelly! (Jack and Mary renew
their embraces. Squiff observes them through the periscope. He fires the
gun in the air.) Break away! (They take no notice. He fires again.)
Time! (They take no notice. Squiff puts a cigar in the cane and begins to
smoke. Then he puts up the periscope again at the audience.) Hey, Mr
Sampson! (He taps him on the shoulder.) Nothing can escape for long the
eagle eye of Slyman Squiff, the master detective, the man who arrested
JACK: Oh, go to blazes
SQUIFF: But see here, Mr Sampson, there's all these people here! (He points
to the audience. Mary releases her husband with a little scream of surprise.)
MARY: Well, they're all very nice people indeed! Suppose we put them on to
the good thing? We can get plenty of new bonds for ourselves before the
show opens tomorrow! Come on, Jack! Come on, Mr Squiff!
(They gather up the bonds and go about the audience selling them, each actor
making a little sale speech from time to time, as may be convenient. This
should be impromptu, and fitted to the special needs of each district.
When the day's quota is disposed of, the actors return to the stage and bow
in the conventional manner, with possibly a speech of thanks.)
by Grady L. McMurtry
In the evenings you drink Scotch and chlorinated water
In the mornings you shave out of your helmet
In water that smells green with chlorine
And you stride forth into the noonday sun
With your head in a spray of aerosol DDT
Dignified by the unconscious arrogance
Of the man born in freedom
To whom it has never occurred
That others may not share his childlike faith
That all our problems can be solved with the clean simplicity
Of a hard right to the chin.
In the high hills of Korea, in the valley south of Ch'unch'on, there stands the fire cleansed remains of an institution of learning. Here one will find in rain stained mortar and weed grown halls a silent testimonial to the desecration of destruction. Here in the gapetoothed walls the lidless windows stare with an idiocy whose mindless agony fails to comprehend this awful hurt. Here where former years beheld the golden promise of youth even the chalk marked paneling has been burned from the walls as if to erase forever the intelligible communication of generation unto generation. Here where one may savor the ultimate consummation of tyranny, here where the teaching voice is stilled, the books are burned, the guiding mind is dispossessed. Here where one may see and touch and feel the imprint of the vandal, the new barbarian, the tyranny against all rights of men. Here let us see the face of the enemy, that tyranny will destroy what it cannot possess, that terror is a weapon and violence a way of life. Here where wind and shadow mark the passage of the hours on the flame drenched masonry and sunlight streams upon the futility of passive security there comes a moment of silent dedication. Here, in the high hills of Korea, in the valley south of Ch'unch'on, where time is meaningless in the chaos of desolation, let us vow that we will never cease until we have wiped the blasphemy of all tyranny from the face of the Earth.
Then comes the rain
And the typhoon Karen
Striking in out of the China Sea
Slashing, tearing, flooding, gorging
Collapsing waterlogged bunkers along the MLR
Undercutting the never ending work of the Engineers
Turning the dust into splashing silt
Mining the roads into chuckholes
And over the steep cut road banks
The water pregnant hills begin to slide.
000. [Stand, facing East. Take three deep cleansing breaths and exhale, letting the breath out slowly, relaxing the body. Establish a rhythmic breathing pattern.]
00. [Assume the Sign of Silence, seeing yourself in the form of the Divine Child Harpocrates, standing upon two crocodiles afloat in the Celestial Nile (cf. Atu XX). Visualize your entire form encased in an egg of fluidic blue astral water. Do not proceed until the protective Silence is firmly established.]
0. [Drop the arms to the sides, releasing the previous visualization. See a vast, dark ocean with no waves. It is night, and the sky is dark and filled with myriads of radiating stars. During the following sequence, visualize the Sun rising above the waters in east with the brilliance of a Golden Dawn. By the completion of the third line, the Sun will be in all its glory at the zenith of the sky, radiating streams of light in all directions, in the middle of the night:]
Nu is my Refuge [raising arms slightly]
As Hadit my Light[continuing to raise arms]
And Heru-Ra-Ha is the Strength, Force, Vigour of my arms.
[Arms are now raised outstretched.]
[Cross arms over chest, right over left, and say:]
Above, the gemmed azure is
The naked splendour of Nuit;
She bends in ecstasy to kiss
The secret ardours of Hadit.
The winged globe, the starry blue,
Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
1. [Drop the arms to your sides. Visualize the crown center (Kether) as an intense pulsating sphere of white brilliance.]
2. [Inhale. As the breath is drawn in, a shaft of radiance descends from Kether to the breast (Tiphareth), where it expands into a sphere of golden yellow light.]
3. [Exhale. As the breath is released, the shaft of brilliance descends from Tiphareth to the feet (Malkuth), where it expands into a sphere of brilliant whiteness, radiant but less brilliant than the Kether center.]
4. [Inhale. As the breath is drawn in, a reflux charge of intense rose-gold flame rises from the Malkuth and passes into the Tiphareth center.]
5. [Exhale. The Light rests.]
6. [Repeat the sequence (3) through (6) five, six, or eleven times.]
7. [Concentrate on the Tiphareth center. The central solar-nucleus remains quite distinct as a blazing and vibrant inner Sun, but emits a powerful radiance which steadily grows until the total sphere of sensation is charged with golden yellow light.]
8. [Give the Sign of Typhon and Apophis (the Trident), striving with all of your being to aspire unto the Light, while invoking:]
I am the Heart; and the Snake is entwined
About the invisible core of the mind.
Rise, O my snake! It is now is the hour
Of the hooded and holy ineffable flower.
Rise, O my snake, into brilliance of bloom
On the corpse of Osiris afloat in the tomb!
O heart of my mother, my sister, mine own,
Thou art given to Nile, to the terror Typhon!
Ah me! but the glory of ravening storm
Enswathes thee and wraps thee in frenzy of form.
Be still, O my soul! that the spell may dissolve
As the wands are upraised, and the aeons revolve.
Behold! in my beauty how joyous Thou art,
O Snake that caresses the crown of mine heart!
Behold! we are one, and the tempest of years
Goes down to the dusk, and the Beetle appears.
O Beetle! the drone of Thy dolorous note
Be ever the trance of this tremulous throat!
I await the awaking! The summons on high
From the Lord Adonai, from the Lord Adonai!
9. [Assume the Sign of Baphomet (The Chalice), allowing the stellar dew to descend into you, relaxing the invocation and allowing the Light to descend and enter into your heart, while saying:]
I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.
[After a pause, cross arms over the chest, right over left, and recite slowly:]
For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.
I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star.
I am alone: there is no God where I am.
10. [Meditate in the Silence.]
[When done, absorb all of the Light into the Tiphareth center with the Sign of Silence, and say:]
O land beyond honey and spice and all perfection! I will dwell therein with my Lord forever.
There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son. Aum Ha.
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|2/12/04||Magical Practice series 7:30PM|
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|2/26/04||Mantra Yoga Class with Jeff Sommer|
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