November 18 (Nuit) Liber L., Cap. I, v. 18-19
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Burn and bend. Anointing as with oil that burns with the splendorous venom of the serpent upon my head. In lifting my head the vastness of Nuit's expansiveness envelops me. All that we are, all that I am. In all things I am encircled by her and I aspire to arise and recognize her infinite being in every moment I can, filled with her rapture. Not a bad morning prayer.