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I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence, whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity and thrill in awakening to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches they learn something of the

wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi." We will say, then, that I am mad. I grant, at least, that there are two distinct conditions of my mental existence, the condition of a lucid reason, not to be disputed, and belonging to the memory of events forming the first epoch of my life and a condition of shadow and doubt, appertaining to the present and to the recollection of what constitutes the second great era of my being. Therefore, what I shall tell of the earlier period, believe and to what I may relate of the later time, give only such credit as may seem due, or doubt it altogether, or, if doubt it ye cannot, then play unto its riddle the Oedipus.

Eleonora – Edgar Allan Poe

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amael Grigori

I speak to thee, yes thou who art writing these words and even unto thee who in turn reads these words, from the Boundary Lands I speak. Cast aside all that thou art, for i seek naught that is of thee, from thee, your form but dissolves in my presence. Your Mind, the Reflection which thou art clouds over. The Heart which thou seekest, empties itself into the eternity which thou art. I accept All of this and more, I take only that which is freely given. I grant naught in return, for what in truth would thou, creature of Earth do with such, you alive in your world, I in mine. Yet still you seek me. Look into your world, does not nature, my fairest sister stir from her slumbers, casting aside her mantle of repose. See you not the lifeblood stirring within her heart. The bounty of her body giving rise to the eternal cycle of Life and Death.

Liber 131 March 2 1992ev

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And what are your thoughts my dearest 0ne? she

asked, raising her eyes to meet his, and in that moment of their eyes meeting he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her question was not one for little consideration. Ah, but we race ahead and like all stories we need a beginning, a sense of time and place, of purpose and destination. Who are our characters? What of their history and what brings them to this moment in time and to this place? Of our characters we will speak little for their story has been told elsewhere within the words and pages of another time. It is enough to know that their meeting was but a short time ago upon the shores of a

wind swept sea beneath a leaden sky, waves rolling upon the stones that formed this beach that we now begin to envisage. Gulls squabbling over scraps tossed to them by wayfarers, each bent upon their own purpose. He sits, as is his habit, solitary, musing upon the times and those things which have befallen him within this his life and world. Of age, uncertain for he carries the ambience of youth, yet a youth seeded with the fires of travail, of experience beyond his seeming narrow years. Of stature, slight, as though he would erase even this presence from the recognition of others. Muscular, evidence of his pursuits within the understanding of the Greeks. His features fey, as if transported from the realm of sylph or undine. Hair, dark, hanging like a waterfall across his now bent shoulders. And yet it is his eyes that reveal the greatest mystery. Golden stained violet at their heart. The mark of his kind, a token of remembrance within this world of dream and forgetfulness.

And with these eyes he has witnessed the wonders of a child’s laughter, seen the beauty in the folds of a rose and its petals, dreamed upon the cascading fall of stars out of an indigo night and looked into the heart of another in search of belief. Eyes which, as the witness have seen history unfold between the breath of ages, history written in blood and deceit. And now he muses upon these, his last days upon this world. Yes he has known Love unredeemed, yes harvested the bounty and beauty that the world offers her errant children. Known victory and defeat, joy and sorrow in equal measure. Once he had lain upon a golden hill, the earth beneath, embracing him as would a mother her child and above the diamond bright night sky shone, a mantle of stars, each a tiny pin prick that pierced his skin, releasing the ecstasy that dwelt at his very core and with each breath he felt himself erased and cast adrift upon the night air. And now, like then is his breath caught upon the tide, rolling eternally back and forth upon this foreign shore and time.

A gull, insistent, gains his attention, pulls him back to the moment and his purpose and with the tang of the ocean rousing his dormant senses he begins to remember. A

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breeze gentle catches at the folds of his coat, which he wraps tighter around himself against the sudden cold. Alone he sits, his heart calls forth in cyphers of blood and bone, calls forth between the folds of his breath, between the beats of his heart and between the passing of each thought until finally he comes to rest in silence. It is then that he sees another. She rises as if from the oceans depth itself and walks in his direction. The sun burns its way through the leaden clouds and forms a nimbus around her casting rainbow light before her, each step she takes towards him etches memory into his awakening senses and were we to look closer, the dawn of a smile embraces his lips and eyes. Her form elven, tall and slender, wrapped in a cloak of velvet, deep as night. Sewn into her long golden hair the tokens of earth and sea. Like his her eyes, when he finally glimpses them, golden stained violet at their heart. Her features though sharpened into high relief possess a quality of mutability, as if she transformed before his eyes into all those he had known.

She sits beside him, gracefully and honours the silence that unfolds between them. A silence rich with feeling and meaning as if they communed and spoke in cyphers of understanding. Finally she asks the question, and what are your thoughts my dearest 0ne? And we return to our moment of beginning, our tale, a tale now fleshed in some detail of character, time and place. And upon hearing this question his eyes are raised and sweeping the golden veil from her eyes, he gazes into the liquid orbs before him. I but dream, my love, dream upon the currents of the sea, dream upon the cascade of stars falling into the eternal night, dream of hope, of redemption within this the vale of tears. Yes dearest, she replies, dream my beloved for in such ways are we united. I rise from the oceans depth this day to share a moment, stolen from the fabric of space, of time, to embrace you, as ever in this unfolding moment. She offers him her hand and he feels the softness of this fleeting embrace and clutches it in his memory, for as ever it too will pass and he will return to his slumbers within amniotic oceans embrace. My thoughts, my love, as ever dwell with you, in the steps you take within the unfolding of your days. Will greet each new morn with you in the rapture of mystery unfolding. Will catch you as you fall, embrace you beneath the mantle of the moon. Share the joy that informs your heart and the sorrow which bleaches your eyes. Will walk beside you upon clifftops and golden valley until the day death claims and unites us in eternity. She sighs and places a kiss upon his lips, a kiss that burns away the separation, yet burns away the hope and leaves the emptiness that is but his to claim and embrace. And as ever she departs, rising and entering the ocean, into the embrace of its arms she steps and upon the air a diminishing echo, remember and be at peace my April Fool.

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And who would walk this way with me, creature of

shadow and dark repose, who yet yearns to feel the warmth of a human heart. The caress that calls the blood to flow, the breath to quicken, the breath dissolving the flesh in rapture, an angel passing between us.

Skin soft, warm, bathed in nectar as onward we spiral. For I have dreamed and in that dream a voice reaches out towards me in welcome. Casting new shapes and patterns before my eyes, shapes yet hard of surface, begin to yield, soften, flow in liquid curves, undulating as surface meets

surface, moistens, liquefies and flows to a greater depth. Shadows pass leaving a silven moon. Upon a hilltop amidst a forest glade, the purple legion of night around and between us. The dark silhouette of arboreal forms. A stream wending its way across rocky terrain in quest of its continuance, its source, its end. For in truth we stand alone, and yet a time, a one whose heart beats to a similar tune. A thought echoed across the aethyrs. The call of nature’s horn, that her creatures know of rapture and repose.

To what surface does this call? And from what depth comes forth the answer?

To you who walks in beauty these words, these echoes are sent. Shapes born of ink and wrought in thought. Each one bearing within itself a heart beat, a dream, a vision.

Long may we walk in shadows, perchance that daylight beckons. And with this passing thought I bid thee adieu.

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In Nomine Babalon

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In Nomine Babalon

Divided by love, for love, the quest of union

The Star for the Snake. The Lance for the Grail

The Wand for the Cup

I dip into the nectar tongue lapping the dew That falls from the petals of thy lips

The heart aflame a burning ground of passion purple Raise me unto thy splendour

Caress the rod of passion spent Dream the night a moment of ecstasies vision

Spent yet complete

Thy cup awash with nectar sweet A still river of loves consummation

Thy flesh aflame lambent in its passion becoming Thou risest and in that rising a crest of ecstasies longing

Divided yet one we quest the secrets of Loves longing loves loss loves becoming

An angel of lust wrapt between our breaths Its lifeblood flowing into the ocean

An ocean of forgetfulness where upon foreign and exotic shores Yet again we tip the cup of loves fornication’s

Babalon rising between us

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Her breasts golden suns Giving light unto myriad worlds

Streams of milk like unto starstuff We quench our thirsts

These fountains eternal inexhaustible Her thighs eternal birthrites for galaxies

Is she not also divided for loves sake The chance of union upon union upon union

The nectar from the petals of her rose

A honeyed dew at which fountain Does the hummingbird sing Quenching its thirst eternal

Rise with me mighty Babalon mother of saints Whore of mankind

The beast thou ridest the names of myriad kingdoms Thy domain eternal infinite

I come unto thee as thou comest unto me

The rites of passion our name The quest of love our intent

I call upon the one undivided in thy name Vanity of vanities this call is made grant thy vision in the moments between thy thoughts thy becoming

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Take me for I am yours a vessel empty Broken longing for thy caress

A caress to make me whole yet again With tears of blood I callest

Heart empty emptied in thy name Thy cup overflowing mine a desert song

Parched in loves name in loves game

I of no name I of no nature callest unto thee Babalon who art Pan

Come unto me as I comest unto thee In loves name

In Nomine Babalon

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Death And Life

Long ago was the battle fought and won

When life and death stood upon opposing shores

And glimpsed each other

Death looked upon life and smiled

Whilst life like a maiden shy

Upon her bed of roses

Coyly looked aside

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Ode To Lost Souls

Not to you do I speak brave of heart and firm of purpose

Nor to you bright ones within a field of light

Not to you who walks in purpose fulfilled

Nor to you of vision strong buoyed by life’s enrichment

But to you I speak wanderer upon the shores of night

And to you the desolate ones outside the circles of life

Raised upon columns of molten ash

Your journey began with a cry and ends with a scream

Betwixt the emptiness evolved

First a doubt becomes a certainty

Those of faith know you not

Those of vision know you not

Those of purpose know you not

Within the citadel of life do they dwell

Basking beneath an indolent sun

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Blood Rain

Liquid tears leeched into golden sand

Rises a mist of softest pink

Borne upon breath

Etched in flesh

A cascade of liquid longing

Witness to the ages thy brother calls

His call echoes upon aethyrs

Bruised by love’s eternal caress

A teardrop of blood upon a waxen cheek

A breath frozen in time

A heartbeat stilled silent

Liquid words leeched into silence

Rises a silent scream

Borne along avenues of fire

Consume transform into myriad worlds

Each a mirror carbon

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Witness to the moment thy sister calls

Her call plainsong of the heart

Wounded by love’s travails

A tear frozen in blood red silence

A breath caught upon the breeze

A heartbeat a whisper rises to a scream silence

Liquid silence leeched into the spiral of the day

Rises a memory darkly

Borne along moments eternal

Unfold into the golden moment

Return Return Return

Witness to truth we call unto thee

A liquid call from oceans deep

Thy lovers spent return

Blood Rain falls

Its heart a drumbeat Its breath a triumph

Within the citadel the watchers pray

And upon plains of liquid gold

Beneath a sky indigo

A bright star beckons

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Blood Rain rises

A tide flows into liquid oceans embrace

Dark towers rise beacons of night cast shadows deep

And upon an escarpment of amber

The Grigori legions of the night await a vigil

Blood Rain a tide of shadows

Consumes the night and casts upon the shores of time

Still silent forms each a cipher of promise

And along corridors sulphurous

Does the pageant unfold eternal

Sic transit gloria rosa mundi

Blood Rain shrouds the light of a black sun

Its rays a resonant thrum a heartbeat

Beneath its rays bathed in nectar a toxin sweet

Watchers shrouded in darkness await the tide

Liquid fire consumes all to ash

Blown upon winds and vacuum

Blood Rain Blood Moon Black Sun

Holy trinity in The Night of Pan

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast witness to the ages rise

Through the portal enter this The Vale of Tears

Thy Grigori hold the pylons and summon thee

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Namrael a cipher of brightest day

Samael of deepest night

Their breath a toxin their gaze a benediction

Their hearts conjoined their minds

A liquid dance upon aethyrs bright

Blood rain falls and quenches thirst

Slakes appetites jaded

Blood Moon rises silence

Black Sun rises conjoined silence

The dragon stirs from her slumbers scales vibrate

Takes flight and enters the opalescent night

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast rises

The dance unfolds and in her embrace the Grigori dance

She a ladye fair adorned in white lace

He a jester in motley black and gold

And upon their cheeks

A single tear of blood falls into the night

Blood Rain

Liquid tears leeched into golden sand

Rises, a mist of softest pink

Borne upon breath

Etched in flesh

A cascade of liquid longing

Ave Samael Ave Lilith Ave Pan

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Na’amah Golden thread around heart entwined Visage of palest gold bleached by blood Darkest barb venom sweet Vision of light shadowed by blood moon Step by step the pageant unfolds Embrace melt into rapture Dissolve into bliss denied Pale golden one a kiss upon thy brow A caress upon breast of softest silk Entwine limbs slick with sweat Heat dissolves flesh Breath dissolves thought Passion dissolves the heart Union dissolves life Blood flows from wounds deep as time Semen rises caught in a cup of softest velvet between golden thighs Breath quickens and dissolves in rapture sweet Breath stills in the velvet shroud of darkest midnight Cascading thought tumbles into oblivion, servant of time Na’amah golden one mistress of time servant of none Shapes born of desire replace the tapestry of life Life bows to death her master Through silven forests does she dance beneath pale Hecate Loose thy arrows desolate one pierce flesh spent in passion Golden nectar flows through limbs broken Darkest venom courses through veins burned upon thy pyre One kiss granted benediction One kiss denied eternal longing Reflection dark shadows arise, a mist of amber stained blood red Lightning burns eyes long weary Thunder subdues heart quenched in fire Gaze deep into the mirror of thy mind Draw deeply from the well of thy heart Broken vessel leaking blood into sand unheeding

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Once a garden pure where innocence was born Leaf and stem embraced in love Once an earth mother to her children Cradled in loving arms Once starlight dissolved the vacuum of space A thousand angels voices arched in ecstasy Once life pierced the veil of time The tapestry woven thread by thread Across the mountains of the moon did we walk my love and i Taking our rest within the vale of Aphrodite Into the boundary lands did we step Upon a plain of golden sand the bones of all who went before Beneath our sun we walk ebon rays shining forth Dissolving all that has been and will be Creation unmade upon the plain of truth unfolding Namrael fairest maiden Samael desolate one Hand in hand each step a drop of blood released upon the aethyrs And in the last of days Two grigori walk upon the earth And they shall die

Yglas Na’amah Yglas Isheth Yglas Ygrat

Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori

Evohe Evohe Evohe

Ast Innui Khephri Vos

Ahdi Ypres Grigori

Selim Ast Nobilis

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast

Portus Lucis Noir

Ave

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! !

Yglas Isheth Yglas Ygrat Yglas Na’amah

Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori

Ast Innui Khephri Vos

Ahdi Ypres Grigori

Selim Ast Nobilis

Portus Lucis Noir

!

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Anathema

Praeteritim

Seven are the seals upon creations countenance

Seven, the trumpets that announce the day of redemption

Seven are the visions of the dragon and its kingdoms

Seven, the visions that accompany the lamb

Seven are the bowls of gods wrath

Seven, the veils upon the lady Babalon

And Seven are the visions of the end of days

Canto I

And upon wings of light did we descend

Lightning in our eyes

Thunder in our hearts

Seven as one clothed in adamantine

Canto II

Watchers in the night ancient timeless immortal

Each a chord within a celestial heartbeat

Behold our song, our prayer

Written in the echo of the moment

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Canto III

And the dragon she rises and her kingdoms claim the world

Her tears fall and she washes away the stain

Her breath a scorching wind razes the edifice of conceit

Her heartbeat a thunderbolt the end of days

Canto IV

Bathed in his own blood was he

We carry the sword and our blood is sacred

No sacrifice as it be justice we serve

Invisible we walk sons and daughters of eternal night

Canto V

Each a toxin Each an elixir

Choose well the bowl from which you quench your thirst

Nectar sweet cousin to the worm

Bitter gall a draught of ambrosia

Canto VI

Malekh, holy one casts her veils and you behold her not

One glance and sleep is entered

One whisper and Azrael is summoned

One cry and our sister rejoices

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Canto VII

And in those days it was given unto the false prophets

To spread the lie

Sow the seeds of doubt

Draw aside the veil

And reveal the end of days

Exodus

Canto VIII

Coagula et Solve

We strip the world our Eden of its lie

Beneath our rays you are transformed redeemed or not

Choose well for we dwell between you heartbeats

Canto IX

Omega et Alpha

Time bends before our gaze

As somnambulant you step from one dream to another

The unmaking unfolds as our Elohim circle your world, your life

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Canto X

Space folds before our eyes and the great ones enter

Their breath creases the moment in passing

Warps memory erases life

And casts a shadow of dust and vacuum

Genesis

Canto XI

Sweet sister are you redeemed

Your Grigori await command as you will

Your Elohim abroad command as you will

Your portal open command as you will

Canto XII

Cleansed of the lie your breath draws pure

Cleansed of the stain your heart beats rapturous

Purified your mind awakens from nightmare

Consecrated your body bears fruit

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Canto XIII

And in the Night of Pan it is dawn

The Black Sun rises and its rays cast no shadow

The Blood Moon rises and casts her veil

The Grigori rise and utter a word in silence

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Benedictus Est Astrum Vos Nobus Portus Lucis Noir

Per Aeternitus

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Benediction

Amidst shadows and smoke does he rise Splinters of light adorn his torn visage

Thorns rend flesh rivers of blood embrace limbs barely formed

Shadows coalesce and in the frozen moments does he remember Limbs once broken begin to heal as the elixir flows

drop by iridescent drop Nectar sweet laced with bitter gall enters eyes yet dim of sight

Enters nostrils a benediction

Shadowed forms limned in lightning attend the moment A chorus of cries and whispers

Echoes into eternity the moment

Once upon a hill of flint he stood Raising hands and calling forth his Elohim as his form dissolved

The Seals opened and the dance unfolds

Once into a pool of quicksilver did he gaze Fingers drawing forth tendrils of form cast upon the air they rise

Summoning the rays of Solus Noir they descend

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Once beneath the ocean did he reach out and clasp his sisters hand In embrace they dance upon aethyrs burnished gold A dark stain rises and consumes all within its path

Once upon a lightning bolt did he descend

And entered fairest Liliths domain A stranger cast upon shores foreign and exotic

Once within the heart of a star he slumbered

Bound by chains of liquid light Called forth by life his nemesis

Once as Azrael he seeded himself into the unfolding pageant

And once he Became

Amidst shadows and smoke does he rise Splinters of light adorn his torn visage

Thorns rend flesh rivers of blood embrace limbs barely formed

Benedictus Est Astrum Vos Nobus Portus Lucis Noir

Per Aeternitus