The Revised Mass of the Phoenix
Written by Aleister Crowley
Revised by Michael Osiris Snuffin (2003)
The Magician, her breast bare, stands before an altar on which are her Burin, Bell, Thurible, Incense of Abramelin, and a Cake of Light.
In the Sign of The Enterer she reaches West across the Altar, and Cries:
Hail Ra, that comest in thy bark
From the Caverns of the Dark!
She gives the sign of Silence, and takes the Bell, and Fire, in her hands.
West of the Altar see me stand
with light and musick in my hand!
She strikes Eleven times upon the Bell 333-55555-333 and lights the charcoal in the Thurible.
I strike the Bell: I light the Flame;
I utter the mysterious Name.
She strikes eleven times upon the Bell.
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.
Bring me through midnight to the Sun!
Save me from Evil and from Good!
That Thy one crown of all the Ten
Even now and here be mine. AMEN.
She puts the Incense of Abramelin on the Fire of the Thurible.
I burn the Incense-cake, proclaiming
These adorations of Thy name.
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!
When the oration is finished she strikes again Eleven times upon the Bell. She then masturbates to orgasm, and at the point of orgasm she visualizes the Mark of the Beast.
Behold this bleeding breast of mine
Gashed with the sacramental sign!
She puts the second Cake to the gluten.
I stanch the blood; the wafer soaks
It up, and the high priestess Invokes!
She eats the second Cake.
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!”
She strikes Eleven times upon the Bell, and cries
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.
She goeth forth.
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