The Mass of the Hawk

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Upon the altar is the Image of the Lord of the Aeon, two candles, incense and a single cake of light. Let the candles and the incense be lighted and the cake of light placed before the image of the Lord of the Aeon. Standing before the altar let him anoint with Holy Oil saying the holy mantra: a ka dua tuf ur biu bi a'a chefu dudu nur af an nuteru Making the sign of adoration (hands over the head with palms touching) let him proclaim: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Extending the arms in the form of a Tau let him adore the Lord of the Aeon: Holy Art Thou, Lord of the Aeon Holy Art Thou, Whom Nature hath not Formed! Holy Art Thou, the Vast and the Mighty One! Lord of the Light and of the Darkness! Lifting the arms in the sign of Typhon and Apophis let him invoke: 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! I am the Lord of Thebes, and I The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu; For me unveils the veiled sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet

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Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee:— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me! The light is mine; its rays consume Me: I have made a secret door Into the House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra and of Ahathoor. I am thy Theban, O Mentu, The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu! By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat; By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell. Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit! Bid me within thine House to dwell, O winged snake of light, Hadit! Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Taking up the cake of light and elevating it, let him pray: Now I begin to pray: Thou Child, Holy Thy name and undefiled! Thy reign is come; Thy will is done. Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.1 Bring me through midnight to the Sun!

1 There is no wine in this particular Eucharist Rite as the properly made cakes of light will contain in themselves “blood”.

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Save me from Evil and from Good! That Thy one crown of all the Ten Even now and here be mine. AMEN. Let him consume the cake and proclaim: This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear As I enflame myself with prayer: "There is no grace: there is no guilt: This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT! ABRAHADABRA. I entered in with woe; with mirth I now go forth, and with thanksgiving, To do my pleasure on the earth Among the legions of the living. It is done