Frator Agapion 999
Black Temple
A young and strong Man
Warrior of Warriors
King above all men
Has travelled much a great distance
Through time immemoriable
Through storms of Strange Powers
Battling starving, savage Demons
But always with a secret light
In his hand, in his Spirit, and in his Heart.
He approaches a high hill
The hill is mounted by
A dark and terrifying House
Terrifying even to him who fears nothing.
And as he crawls up this hill
Worn down, like an exhausted horse
His Armour shining in the Moonlight
He reaches the top and is at the House.
He is met by what seemed to be a Man,
Tall, hooded in pitch black and
As thin as only a skeleton can be.
" HALT !!!
Young Man, Warrior King
Dost thou knowest where thou art,
Where thou hast arrived? "
Be ye duly warned.
This is the House of Doom
The Temple of Destruction
This is the threshold to the
Place of the terrible One, 333
Who dwells in the Great Sea, his lair.
This is the Temple of Darkness
This is the Temple of the Abyss
And as there is this warning
There are also these words;
DO WHAT THOU WILT!
To enter, then is there no return
To pass Beyond what lies ahead
There is peace, oneness and Nothingness,
Thy Mother of the Stars awaits you.
And as these words where understood
The Warrior strips himself naked
He raises himself by aught Power
He has gained thus far
With nothing but
His Sacred Book in one Hand
And his Rose Wand in the other.
He enters in and is never seen again.
The Lord's Gospel
Wandering in my travels
I find myself atop mount Mazdirachi
Under Night of Pan
Poised on the point
Tears of joy run
Finger on my lip
I ask my Lord;
" Lord you are Mighty indeed,
Show me the way home."
My atmosphere is filled
With bright reds and greens interwined
And in the center comes
A light of brilliant deep blue
In the light I see
Mem floating in water
Glistening from the glare of forty lights
And his name is Kremazmenos Andrass
" This is thy first step."
Saith my Lord.
And in the weavings of reds and greens
Comes in the center another light
Of flashing silver rays
And in this light I see
A camel standing in a crescent moon
Above it is three green disks
Each with its own gimel
And her name is Iaereia
" This is thy second progression. "
Seith my Lord.
Now the weaving receeds
And there is all Red
With emerald Green surrounding it
In the center comes yet another light
This being the richest, yellowish green
In this light a Virgin in a large Yod
And then nothing but a Hand
Realizing Ten, Perfection
And his name is Erimitis
" This is thy final progression,
Oh Child, it is three-fold such as
Purification, Consecration and Initiation. "
Saith mine Lord.
I see this, the path I follow
With crown on head
And ring of Silver
With the five in seven.
The Winged Pan
I am a Spirit ablaze,
Running Free and Wild,
Like a racing Horse,
Flaming, burning with joy,
The Freedom of Existence,
The Source of my Fire,
The Fire of my Lust.
I am Pan in Lust with Naught,
Dancing in fury of creation,
Like the Lord Child playing,
Laughter, leaping in rapture,
Alive alike the continuous Death,
Abyssos my abode,
A Pyramid of dust my House.
No rest for All in Nought,
A little black bird on my shoulder,
Sings the silent song of creation,
And Phanes aglow and Free,
The name of the Night,
That we may know Naught,
All is but naught,
As Naught is All there is.
