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    thepuck
    wrote on last edited by BillieA93
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    I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

    In this hunt I ran into this:

    LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

    Sub Figura C

    Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
    Kia, Lady pale,
    Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
    Of triple veil
    Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
    Hail Hecate
    Of faces three,
    Shining from afar,
    Spider of Destiny
    In your web of Silver Stars

    WAXING MOON:

    Hail Diana, Huntress,
    As you draw your silver bow,
    Hail Artemis and Io,
    Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
    Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

    Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
    Drawn forth from Nix Night
    Turning Fate's first strands
    With nimble hands
    Twining twixt the dark and bright

    FULL MOON:

    Hail MoonMother,
    Full and fecund, round and bright,
    Isis, We draw you down from the night,
    With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

    Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
    Weave the lines between the times
    Of wax and wane; And tides
    Of flow and ebb
    Gossamer silver cords
    Of dreaming draw together
    In your matrix matted of matter and ether
    DreamMother, give Birth
    As your light shines down to Earth

    WANING MOON:

    Hail, Grandmother Spider,
    Crone and crow,
    Wisewoman, elder, seer,
    Help us face, and destroy
    Our fear
    Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
    Oh old and ominous presence glowing
    Your waning numinous crescent going

    Hail Atropos, Cutter,
    With your waning silver scythe,
    You cut
    the thread of Life.

    DARK MOON:

    There is a fourth face, though unseen
    There is a fourth path, whom few know
    A fourth Fate, who awaits
    In shadow

    Hail Kali, Blackness,
    From whom the kalas of Time emit
    Three Norns converged,
    Past, present, future merged,
    On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

    To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

    Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
    Yours the dark and secret art

    While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
    The thread of life appears to dwindle
    From No-thing you craft another mask
    And re-splice it back, on another track
    To Clotho's spindle

    Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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    • T thepuck

      I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

      In this hunt I ran into this:

      LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

      Sub Figura C

      Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
      Kia, Lady pale,
      Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
      Of triple veil
      Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
      Hail Hecate
      Of faces three,
      Shining from afar,
      Spider of Destiny
      In your web of Silver Stars

      WAXING MOON:

      Hail Diana, Huntress,
      As you draw your silver bow,
      Hail Artemis and Io,
      Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
      Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

      Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
      Drawn forth from Nix Night
      Turning Fate's first strands
      With nimble hands
      Twining twixt the dark and bright

      FULL MOON:

      Hail MoonMother,
      Full and fecund, round and bright,
      Isis, We draw you down from the night,
      With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

      Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
      Weave the lines between the times
      Of wax and wane; And tides
      Of flow and ebb
      Gossamer silver cords
      Of dreaming draw together
      In your matrix matted of matter and ether
      DreamMother, give Birth
      As your light shines down to Earth

      WANING MOON:

      Hail, Grandmother Spider,
      Crone and crow,
      Wisewoman, elder, seer,
      Help us face, and destroy
      Our fear
      Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
      Oh old and ominous presence glowing
      Your waning numinous crescent going

      Hail Atropos, Cutter,
      With your waning silver scythe,
      You cut
      the thread of Life.

      DARK MOON:

      There is a fourth face, though unseen
      There is a fourth path, whom few know
      A fourth Fate, who awaits
      In shadow

      Hail Kali, Blackness,
      From whom the kalas of Time emit
      Three Norns converged,
      Past, present, future merged,
      On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

      To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

      Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
      Yours the dark and secret art

      While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
      The thread of life appears to dwindle
      From No-thing you craft another mask
      And re-splice it back, on another track
      To Clotho's spindle

      Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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      Shunyata
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      Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law,

      @hepuck said

      "I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

      In this hunt I ran into this:

      "LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

      Sub Figura C"

      Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?"

      I don't think it will serve any purpose at all, but in a Thelemic context I would not recommend a lunar adoration. The moon does not generate light but only reflects the light of the sun, and that poorly. To adore the moon would be to idolize illusion.

      Also the author should have done his homework. The title of liber 100 (liber C) is already taken by Liber Agape.

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      • T thepuck

        I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

        In this hunt I ran into this:

        LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

        Sub Figura C

        Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
        Kia, Lady pale,
        Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
        Of triple veil
        Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
        Hail Hecate
        Of faces three,
        Shining from afar,
        Spider of Destiny
        In your web of Silver Stars

        WAXING MOON:

        Hail Diana, Huntress,
        As you draw your silver bow,
        Hail Artemis and Io,
        Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
        Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

        Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
        Drawn forth from Nix Night
        Turning Fate's first strands
        With nimble hands
        Twining twixt the dark and bright

        FULL MOON:

        Hail MoonMother,
        Full and fecund, round and bright,
        Isis, We draw you down from the night,
        With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

        Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
        Weave the lines between the times
        Of wax and wane; And tides
        Of flow and ebb
        Gossamer silver cords
        Of dreaming draw together
        In your matrix matted of matter and ether
        DreamMother, give Birth
        As your light shines down to Earth

        WANING MOON:

        Hail, Grandmother Spider,
        Crone and crow,
        Wisewoman, elder, seer,
        Help us face, and destroy
        Our fear
        Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
        Oh old and ominous presence glowing
        Your waning numinous crescent going

        Hail Atropos, Cutter,
        With your waning silver scythe,
        You cut
        the thread of Life.

        DARK MOON:

        There is a fourth face, though unseen
        There is a fourth path, whom few know
        A fourth Fate, who awaits
        In shadow

        Hail Kali, Blackness,
        From whom the kalas of Time emit
        Three Norns converged,
        Past, present, future merged,
        On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

        To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

        Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
        Yours the dark and secret art

        While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
        The thread of life appears to dwindle
        From No-thing you craft another mask
        And re-splice it back, on another track
        To Clotho's spindle

        Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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        thepuck
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        @Shunyata said

        "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law,

        @hepuck said

        "I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

        In this hunt I ran into this:

        "LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

        Sub Figura C"

        Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?"

        I don't think it will serve any purpose at all, but in a Thelemic context I would not recommend a lunar adoration. The moon does not generate light but only reflects the light of the sun, and that poorly. To adore the moon would be to idolize illusion.

        Also the author should have done his homework. The title of liber 100 (liber C) is already taken by Liber Agape."

        I don't understand your premises.

        1. The moon is real. People have walked on it. I can point to it. It is at least as real as anything else. Its pull moves the tides and our blood, and its patterns have deeply affected the entire existence of humanity. If you truly think it is an illusion, then do some math on what would happen to the Earth should the moon disappear. Illusions are epiphenomenal...and yet the moon does stuff.

        2. Adoration is not idolization. One might adore an idol or idolize something they adore, but they are not the same thing. And neither are exactly the same as worship.

        3. I have been doing Full and New Moon rituals most of my life. I have gotten a lot out of them. I don't see any reason to stop doing something I have both benefited from and wish to do out of some desire to enact Thelema as a monotheism.

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        • T thepuck

          I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

          In this hunt I ran into this:

          LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

          Sub Figura C

          Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
          Kia, Lady pale,
          Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
          Of triple veil
          Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
          Hail Hecate
          Of faces three,
          Shining from afar,
          Spider of Destiny
          In your web of Silver Stars

          WAXING MOON:

          Hail Diana, Huntress,
          As you draw your silver bow,
          Hail Artemis and Io,
          Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
          Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

          Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
          Drawn forth from Nix Night
          Turning Fate's first strands
          With nimble hands
          Twining twixt the dark and bright

          FULL MOON:

          Hail MoonMother,
          Full and fecund, round and bright,
          Isis, We draw you down from the night,
          With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

          Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
          Weave the lines between the times
          Of wax and wane; And tides
          Of flow and ebb
          Gossamer silver cords
          Of dreaming draw together
          In your matrix matted of matter and ether
          DreamMother, give Birth
          As your light shines down to Earth

          WANING MOON:

          Hail, Grandmother Spider,
          Crone and crow,
          Wisewoman, elder, seer,
          Help us face, and destroy
          Our fear
          Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
          Oh old and ominous presence glowing
          Your waning numinous crescent going

          Hail Atropos, Cutter,
          With your waning silver scythe,
          You cut
          the thread of Life.

          DARK MOON:

          There is a fourth face, though unseen
          There is a fourth path, whom few know
          A fourth Fate, who awaits
          In shadow

          Hail Kali, Blackness,
          From whom the kalas of Time emit
          Three Norns converged,
          Past, present, future merged,
          On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

          To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

          Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
          Yours the dark and secret art

          While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
          The thread of life appears to dwindle
          From No-thing you craft another mask
          And re-splice it back, on another track
          To Clotho's spindle

          Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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          Jim Eshelman
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          So... approaching your question... at which level do you conceive of the Moon in these rites?

          My experience of the pagan community in general is that it is Yesod at best. But you seem to be seeking a Qabalistic approach, so the question is whether you see this as a working of:

          1. Qoph
          2. Yesod
          3. Gimel
          4. Something else
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          • T thepuck

            I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

            In this hunt I ran into this:

            LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

            Sub Figura C

            Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
            Kia, Lady pale,
            Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
            Of triple veil
            Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
            Hail Hecate
            Of faces three,
            Shining from afar,
            Spider of Destiny
            In your web of Silver Stars

            WAXING MOON:

            Hail Diana, Huntress,
            As you draw your silver bow,
            Hail Artemis and Io,
            Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
            Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

            Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
            Drawn forth from Nix Night
            Turning Fate's first strands
            With nimble hands
            Twining twixt the dark and bright

            FULL MOON:

            Hail MoonMother,
            Full and fecund, round and bright,
            Isis, We draw you down from the night,
            With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

            Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
            Weave the lines between the times
            Of wax and wane; And tides
            Of flow and ebb
            Gossamer silver cords
            Of dreaming draw together
            In your matrix matted of matter and ether
            DreamMother, give Birth
            As your light shines down to Earth

            WANING MOON:

            Hail, Grandmother Spider,
            Crone and crow,
            Wisewoman, elder, seer,
            Help us face, and destroy
            Our fear
            Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
            Oh old and ominous presence glowing
            Your waning numinous crescent going

            Hail Atropos, Cutter,
            With your waning silver scythe,
            You cut
            the thread of Life.

            DARK MOON:

            There is a fourth face, though unseen
            There is a fourth path, whom few know
            A fourth Fate, who awaits
            In shadow

            Hail Kali, Blackness,
            From whom the kalas of Time emit
            Three Norns converged,
            Past, present, future merged,
            On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

            To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

            Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
            Yours the dark and secret art

            While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
            The thread of life appears to dwindle
            From No-thing you craft another mask
            And re-splice it back, on another track
            To Clotho's spindle

            Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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            the atlas itch
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            @Shunyata said

            "I don't think it will serve any purpose at all, but in a Thelemic context I would not recommend a lunar adoration. The moon does not generate light but only reflects the light of the sun, and that poorly. To adore the moon would be to idolize illusion."

            Hi Shunyata –the Egyptian deity seated across from the table of offerings in the Stele of Revealing is not the solar deity RHK, but lunar deity Khonsu, identified by the lunar crescent surmounted by the solar disk (someone even suggested this symbol is the mark of the Beast - “For he is ever the sun, and she a moon”, AL I:16). On the reverse side of the Stele paraphrase, the doubly-dead priest beseeches the “O Unique One”, which is a reference to Iah, an ancient but little known lunar deity. The scene takes place at Night, the priest looking up at the moon, opening up the starlight abodes, gathering the shining ones (=akhs or perfected righteous) into this glittering light. The key is the moonlight is a reflection of the coming dawn. This whole scene is the NOX formula.

            Crowley describes the Night as follows:

            The Formula of the New Aeon recognizes Horus, the Child crowned and conquering, as God. We are all members of the Body of God, the Sun; and about our System is the Ocean of Space. This formula is then to be based upon these facts. Our “Evil,” “Error,” “Darkness,” “Illusion,” whatever one chooses to call it, is simply a phenomenon of accidental and temporary separateness. If you are “walking in darkness,” do not try to make the sun rise by self-sacrifice, but wait in confidence for the dawn, and enjoy the pleasures of the night meanwhile.

            (New Falcon commentary to Liber Legis, p. 47)

            The Stele reveals the New Aeon and these details might explain JD Gunther’s comments in Initiation in the Aeon of the Child on why NOX, and no longer LVX, is now the central formula of the New Aeon.

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            • T thepuck

              I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

              In this hunt I ran into this:

              LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

              Sub Figura C

              Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
              Kia, Lady pale,
              Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
              Of triple veil
              Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
              Hail Hecate
              Of faces three,
              Shining from afar,
              Spider of Destiny
              In your web of Silver Stars

              WAXING MOON:

              Hail Diana, Huntress,
              As you draw your silver bow,
              Hail Artemis and Io,
              Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
              Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

              Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
              Drawn forth from Nix Night
              Turning Fate's first strands
              With nimble hands
              Twining twixt the dark and bright

              FULL MOON:

              Hail MoonMother,
              Full and fecund, round and bright,
              Isis, We draw you down from the night,
              With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

              Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
              Weave the lines between the times
              Of wax and wane; And tides
              Of flow and ebb
              Gossamer silver cords
              Of dreaming draw together
              In your matrix matted of matter and ether
              DreamMother, give Birth
              As your light shines down to Earth

              WANING MOON:

              Hail, Grandmother Spider,
              Crone and crow,
              Wisewoman, elder, seer,
              Help us face, and destroy
              Our fear
              Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
              Oh old and ominous presence glowing
              Your waning numinous crescent going

              Hail Atropos, Cutter,
              With your waning silver scythe,
              You cut
              the thread of Life.

              DARK MOON:

              There is a fourth face, though unseen
              There is a fourth path, whom few know
              A fourth Fate, who awaits
              In shadow

              Hail Kali, Blackness,
              From whom the kalas of Time emit
              Three Norns converged,
              Past, present, future merged,
              On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

              To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

              Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
              Yours the dark and secret art

              While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
              The thread of life appears to dwindle
              From No-thing you craft another mask
              And re-splice it back, on another track
              To Clotho's spindle

              Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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              thepuck
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              Yesod as extension of Binah (3^2=9). The Divine Feminine Principle in it's Yetziratic manifestation.

              It's not that I don't understand the limitations of basic paganism. The elemental and limited planetary workings are purely of Assiah and Yetzirah. However, I also feel that we are whole, existential beings, and that as such we are situated in relation to all four worlds, and that equilibrium and proper relation can (and in my opinion, should) be attempted in each of them.

              This inclination originally arose for me years ago. I was raised pagan, but at about 10-11 my mother recognized that my tendencies were most likely going to be better addressed by ceremonialism, which led to her buying me Modern Magick, which had recently come out. That led, via Kraig's references and bibliography, to Crowley and Thelema. At first I felt like there was a conflict between the two...ceremonialism has connotations of monotheism, etc. Eventually I came to resolve this through many writings of many authors and my own work.

              In addition to this, I very much possess the impulse towards symmetry Crowley mentions in Book 4, part 3 in the chapter on equilibrium. It seems there should be rites of the earth and rites of the Moon in addition to those of the Sun, and that the pagan sabbats and lunar rituals fulfill that need.

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              • T thepuck

                I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                In this hunt I ran into this:

                LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                Sub Figura C

                Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                Kia, Lady pale,
                Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                Of triple veil
                Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                Hail Hecate
                Of faces three,
                Shining from afar,
                Spider of Destiny
                In your web of Silver Stars

                WAXING MOON:

                Hail Diana, Huntress,
                As you draw your silver bow,
                Hail Artemis and Io,
                Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                Drawn forth from Nix Night
                Turning Fate's first strands
                With nimble hands
                Twining twixt the dark and bright

                FULL MOON:

                Hail MoonMother,
                Full and fecund, round and bright,
                Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                Weave the lines between the times
                Of wax and wane; And tides
                Of flow and ebb
                Gossamer silver cords
                Of dreaming draw together
                In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                DreamMother, give Birth
                As your light shines down to Earth

                WANING MOON:

                Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                Crone and crow,
                Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                Help us face, and destroy
                Our fear
                Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                Your waning numinous crescent going

                Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                With your waning silver scythe,
                You cut
                the thread of Life.

                DARK MOON:

                There is a fourth face, though unseen
                There is a fourth path, whom few know
                A fourth Fate, who awaits
                In shadow

                Hail Kali, Blackness,
                From whom the kalas of Time emit
                Three Norns converged,
                Past, present, future merged,
                On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                Yours the dark and secret art

                While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                The thread of life appears to dwindle
                From No-thing you craft another mask
                And re-splice it back, on another track
                To Clotho's spindle

                Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                the atlas itch
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                @hepuck said

                "In addition to this, I very much possess the impulse towards symmetry Crowley mentions in Book 4, part 3 in the chapter on equilibrium. It seems there should be rites of the earth and rites of the Moon in addition to those of the Sun, and that the pagan sabbats and lunar rituals fulfill that need."

                I couldn't agree more with the above sentiments, which connects to an issue raised in another thread on the imbalance of gender energies that seems to plague contemporary Thelema.

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                • T thepuck

                  I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                  In this hunt I ran into this:

                  LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                  Sub Figura C

                  Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                  Kia, Lady pale,
                  Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                  Of triple veil
                  Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                  Hail Hecate
                  Of faces three,
                  Shining from afar,
                  Spider of Destiny
                  In your web of Silver Stars

                  WAXING MOON:

                  Hail Diana, Huntress,
                  As you draw your silver bow,
                  Hail Artemis and Io,
                  Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                  Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                  Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                  Drawn forth from Nix Night
                  Turning Fate's first strands
                  With nimble hands
                  Twining twixt the dark and bright

                  FULL MOON:

                  Hail MoonMother,
                  Full and fecund, round and bright,
                  Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                  With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                  Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                  Weave the lines between the times
                  Of wax and wane; And tides
                  Of flow and ebb
                  Gossamer silver cords
                  Of dreaming draw together
                  In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                  DreamMother, give Birth
                  As your light shines down to Earth

                  WANING MOON:

                  Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                  Crone and crow,
                  Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                  Help us face, and destroy
                  Our fear
                  Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                  Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                  Your waning numinous crescent going

                  Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                  With your waning silver scythe,
                  You cut
                  the thread of Life.

                  DARK MOON:

                  There is a fourth face, though unseen
                  There is a fourth path, whom few know
                  A fourth Fate, who awaits
                  In shadow

                  Hail Kali, Blackness,
                  From whom the kalas of Time emit
                  Three Norns converged,
                  Past, present, future merged,
                  On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                  To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                  Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                  Yours the dark and secret art

                  While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                  The thread of life appears to dwindle
                  From No-thing you craft another mask
                  And re-splice it back, on another track
                  To Clotho's spindle

                  Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                  Jim Eshelman
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                  So the definition of the ritual appears to be (please correct if wrong): An adoration and celebration lof the Divine Feminine conceived as Binah-through-Yesod. (Is this approximately right?)

                  I see no incompatibility at all between, say, the clazssic poetry and forms in Dion Fortune's novels vs. anything you're doing in ceremonial or Thelema.

                  I'm heading out of town in a few minutes but, as time permits over the weekend, I'll muse about the Muse and see what comes to mind.

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                  • T thepuck

                    I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                    In this hunt I ran into this:

                    LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                    Sub Figura C

                    Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                    Kia, Lady pale,
                    Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                    Of triple veil
                    Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                    Hail Hecate
                    Of faces three,
                    Shining from afar,
                    Spider of Destiny
                    In your web of Silver Stars

                    WAXING MOON:

                    Hail Diana, Huntress,
                    As you draw your silver bow,
                    Hail Artemis and Io,
                    Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                    Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                    Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                    Drawn forth from Nix Night
                    Turning Fate's first strands
                    With nimble hands
                    Twining twixt the dark and bright

                    FULL MOON:

                    Hail MoonMother,
                    Full and fecund, round and bright,
                    Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                    With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                    Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                    Weave the lines between the times
                    Of wax and wane; And tides
                    Of flow and ebb
                    Gossamer silver cords
                    Of dreaming draw together
                    In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                    DreamMother, give Birth
                    As your light shines down to Earth

                    WANING MOON:

                    Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                    Crone and crow,
                    Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                    Help us face, and destroy
                    Our fear
                    Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                    Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                    Your waning numinous crescent going

                    Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                    With your waning silver scythe,
                    You cut
                    the thread of Life.

                    DARK MOON:

                    There is a fourth face, though unseen
                    There is a fourth path, whom few know
                    A fourth Fate, who awaits
                    In shadow

                    Hail Kali, Blackness,
                    From whom the kalas of Time emit
                    Three Norns converged,
                    Past, present, future merged,
                    On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                    To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                    Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                    Yours the dark and secret art

                    While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                    The thread of life appears to dwindle
                    From No-thing you craft another mask
                    And re-splice it back, on another track
                    To Clotho's spindle

                    Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                    This is from Crowley's "Eight Lectures on Yoga":

                    ".. every student should make a point of salutiing the sun (in the manner recommended in Liber Resh) four times daily, and shall salute the Moon on her appearance with the Mantra Gayatri. The best way is to say the Mantra instantly one sees the Moon, to note whether the attention waves, and to repeat the Mantra untiul it does not waver at all."

                    This Mantra Gayatri, I believe, goes somewhat like this, see Book 4 part 1 (Mysticism) for the proper letters, I can't type them all right now.

                    "Aum! tat savitur varenyam
                    Bhargo devasya dhimahi
                    Dhiyo yo nah pracodayat"

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                    • T thepuck

                      I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                      In this hunt I ran into this:

                      LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                      Sub Figura C

                      Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                      Kia, Lady pale,
                      Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                      Of triple veil
                      Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                      Hail Hecate
                      Of faces three,
                      Shining from afar,
                      Spider of Destiny
                      In your web of Silver Stars

                      WAXING MOON:

                      Hail Diana, Huntress,
                      As you draw your silver bow,
                      Hail Artemis and Io,
                      Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                      Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                      Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                      Drawn forth from Nix Night
                      Turning Fate's first strands
                      With nimble hands
                      Twining twixt the dark and bright

                      FULL MOON:

                      Hail MoonMother,
                      Full and fecund, round and bright,
                      Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                      With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                      Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                      Weave the lines between the times
                      Of wax and wane; And tides
                      Of flow and ebb
                      Gossamer silver cords
                      Of dreaming draw together
                      In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                      DreamMother, give Birth
                      As your light shines down to Earth

                      WANING MOON:

                      Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                      Crone and crow,
                      Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                      Help us face, and destroy
                      Our fear
                      Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                      Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                      Your waning numinous crescent going

                      Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                      With your waning silver scythe,
                      You cut
                      the thread of Life.

                      DARK MOON:

                      There is a fourth face, though unseen
                      There is a fourth path, whom few know
                      A fourth Fate, who awaits
                      In shadow

                      Hail Kali, Blackness,
                      From whom the kalas of Time emit
                      Three Norns converged,
                      Past, present, future merged,
                      On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                      To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                      Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                      Yours the dark and secret art

                      While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                      The thread of life appears to dwindle
                      From No-thing you craft another mask
                      And re-splice it back, on another track
                      To Clotho's spindle

                      Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                      @Jim Eshelman said

                      "So the definition of the ritual appears to be (please correct if wrong): An adoration and celebration lof the Divine Feminine conceived as Binah-through-Yesod. (Is this approximately right?)

                      I see no incompatibility at all between, say, the clazssic poetry and forms in Dion Fortune's novels vs. anything you're doing in ceremonial or Thelema.

                      I'm heading out of town in a few minutes but, as time permits over the weekend, I'll muse about the Muse and see what comes to mind."

                      Yes, that is right.

                      As always, thank you for your time and efforts, I really do appreciate it.

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                      • T thepuck

                        I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                        In this hunt I ran into this:

                        LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                        Sub Figura C

                        Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                        Kia, Lady pale,
                        Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                        Of triple veil
                        Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                        Hail Hecate
                        Of faces three,
                        Shining from afar,
                        Spider of Destiny
                        In your web of Silver Stars

                        WAXING MOON:

                        Hail Diana, Huntress,
                        As you draw your silver bow,
                        Hail Artemis and Io,
                        Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                        Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                        Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                        Drawn forth from Nix Night
                        Turning Fate's first strands
                        With nimble hands
                        Twining twixt the dark and bright

                        FULL MOON:

                        Hail MoonMother,
                        Full and fecund, round and bright,
                        Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                        With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                        Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                        Weave the lines between the times
                        Of wax and wane; And tides
                        Of flow and ebb
                        Gossamer silver cords
                        Of dreaming draw together
                        In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                        DreamMother, give Birth
                        As your light shines down to Earth

                        WANING MOON:

                        Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                        Crone and crow,
                        Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                        Help us face, and destroy
                        Our fear
                        Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                        Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                        Your waning numinous crescent going

                        Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                        With your waning silver scythe,
                        You cut
                        the thread of Life.

                        DARK MOON:

                        There is a fourth face, though unseen
                        There is a fourth path, whom few know
                        A fourth Fate, who awaits
                        In shadow

                        Hail Kali, Blackness,
                        From whom the kalas of Time emit
                        Three Norns converged,
                        Past, present, future merged,
                        On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                        To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                        Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                        Yours the dark and secret art

                        While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                        The thread of life appears to dwindle
                        From No-thing you craft another mask
                        And re-splice it back, on another track
                        To Clotho's spindle

                        Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                        93,

                        **The Atlas Itch **wrote:

                        "Hi Shunyata –the Egyptian deity seated across from the table of offerings in the Stele of Revealing is not the solar deity RHK, but lunar deity Khonsu, identified by the lunar crescent surmounted by the solar disk (someone even suggested this symbol is the mark of the Beast - “For he is ever the sun, and she a moon”, AL I:16). On the reverse side of the Stele paraphrase, the doubly-dead priest beseeches the “O Unique One”, which is a reference to Iah, an ancient but little known lunar deity. The scene takes place at Night, the priest looking up at the moon, opening up the starlight abodes, gathering the shining ones (=akhs or perfected righteous) into this glittering light. The key is the moonlight is a reflection of the coming dawn. This whole scene is the NOX formula. "

                        I'm looking at the reproduction of the Stele in Magick in T & P, and having trouble seeing a lunar crescent under the deity's solar disk. I don't think it's there. There's the tail of the solar uraeus serpent instead, the same as we've always had it shown.

                        The 'Modern' translation of the reverse side of the Stele given in The Holy Books of Thelema talks of "O Unique One who shines as the moon,' with the word 'em' (= 'as' written as 'm,' using the hieroglyph for an owl) being the preposition. There's similar phrasing in the other two, Brugsch Bey and Gardiner-Gunn. This phrase is a simile in all three of them, not a *designation *of a lunar deity.

                        I think your idea is interesting, but none of the three published translations comes to this conclusion. Do you have a source for this idea you've suggested?

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                        Edward

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                        • T thepuck

                          I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                          In this hunt I ran into this:

                          LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                          Sub Figura C

                          Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                          Kia, Lady pale,
                          Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                          Of triple veil
                          Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                          Hail Hecate
                          Of faces three,
                          Shining from afar,
                          Spider of Destiny
                          In your web of Silver Stars

                          WAXING MOON:

                          Hail Diana, Huntress,
                          As you draw your silver bow,
                          Hail Artemis and Io,
                          Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                          Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                          Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                          Drawn forth from Nix Night
                          Turning Fate's first strands
                          With nimble hands
                          Twining twixt the dark and bright

                          FULL MOON:

                          Hail MoonMother,
                          Full and fecund, round and bright,
                          Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                          With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                          Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                          Weave the lines between the times
                          Of wax and wane; And tides
                          Of flow and ebb
                          Gossamer silver cords
                          Of dreaming draw together
                          In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                          DreamMother, give Birth
                          As your light shines down to Earth

                          WANING MOON:

                          Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                          Crone and crow,
                          Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                          Help us face, and destroy
                          Our fear
                          Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                          Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                          Your waning numinous crescent going

                          Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                          With your waning silver scythe,
                          You cut
                          the thread of Life.

                          DARK MOON:

                          There is a fourth face, though unseen
                          There is a fourth path, whom few know
                          A fourth Fate, who awaits
                          In shadow

                          Hail Kali, Blackness,
                          From whom the kalas of Time emit
                          Three Norns converged,
                          Past, present, future merged,
                          On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                          To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                          Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                          Yours the dark and secret art

                          While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                          The thread of life appears to dwindle
                          From No-thing you craft another mask
                          And re-splice it back, on another track
                          To Clotho's spindle

                          Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                          the atlas itch
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                          93 Edward

                          Apologies - you’re right about the Egyptian deity sitting across from the table of offerings (I’m going from memory and crossed conversations held with someone in the past). The lunar crescent is missing on the deity, which therefore identify it as a solar deity.

                          On the other hand the lunar allusions on the reverse Stele paraphrase can be found on this thread starting with my question about half-way down the page:

                          www.lashtal.com/nuke/PNphpBB2-viewtopic-t-1494-start-30.phtml

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                          • T thepuck

                            I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                            In this hunt I ran into this:

                            LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                            Sub Figura C

                            Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                            Kia, Lady pale,
                            Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                            Of triple veil
                            Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                            Hail Hecate
                            Of faces three,
                            Shining from afar,
                            Spider of Destiny
                            In your web of Silver Stars

                            WAXING MOON:

                            Hail Diana, Huntress,
                            As you draw your silver bow,
                            Hail Artemis and Io,
                            Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                            Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                            Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                            Drawn forth from Nix Night
                            Turning Fate's first strands
                            With nimble hands
                            Twining twixt the dark and bright

                            FULL MOON:

                            Hail MoonMother,
                            Full and fecund, round and bright,
                            Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                            With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                            Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                            Weave the lines between the times
                            Of wax and wane; And tides
                            Of flow and ebb
                            Gossamer silver cords
                            Of dreaming draw together
                            In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                            DreamMother, give Birth
                            As your light shines down to Earth

                            WANING MOON:

                            Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                            Crone and crow,
                            Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                            Help us face, and destroy
                            Our fear
                            Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                            Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                            Your waning numinous crescent going

                            Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                            With your waning silver scythe,
                            You cut
                            the thread of Life.

                            DARK MOON:

                            There is a fourth face, though unseen
                            There is a fourth path, whom few know
                            A fourth Fate, who awaits
                            In shadow

                            Hail Kali, Blackness,
                            From whom the kalas of Time emit
                            Three Norns converged,
                            Past, present, future merged,
                            On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                            To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                            Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                            Yours the dark and secret art

                            While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                            The thread of life appears to dwindle
                            From No-thing you craft another mask
                            And re-splice it back, on another track
                            To Clotho's spindle

                            Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                            I have read some recent scientific evidence that is stating that during mitosis, the earliest parts of cellular division there is a significant period of time when the newly forming entity is existing with no brain, but that the heart has been clearly evloved.

                            I do believe that this little bit of information provides the magickal worlds and spiritual paths with much to chew on. Our heart, our source for emotions, feelings, and the chemical recations that transpire with in the biological structure is the first driving force of our being, not the analitical, logical, rational mind.

                            It has also been resently shown how our skin is the master of information processing, overriding all other senses and modes of information gathing.

                            I find these facts very validating for me, as a person who lives her life by monitoring/ controling and using my emotional body to make my desicions in life.

                            What does this have to do with Lunar Rites???
                            well for me, since I understand that all things come from one source, and that source is Love, ANY thing that I do in my life that makes me feel love, and be love ect is worth doing.

                            IMo this world is being saturated by an addictive quality (addicted to external sources, as well as addiction to the biochemical reaction that are occuring on a molecular level) that is allmost devoid of all positive lilfe enhancing feelings, and that any action/thought/habit that increases the magnitude of (for lack of a better term) positive vibration energies is worth doing and doing as often as possible.

                            I do agree with this conclusion

                            ""I couldn't agree more with the above sentiments, which connects to an issue raised in another thread on the imbalance of gender energies that seems to plague contemporary Thelema.""

                            As a teen when I first read Crowleys works I was first of all turned off by his addictive personality traits, but also the sexist, attittude I read and encountered in those in my world that followed his teachings. I felt as if my femine side was not to be incourage, except for the sexual parts. It definately gave me the felling of an old boys club, as I could not relate to all the pomp and circumstance that I saw in the rites. I understood what they were doing, on the subconscious level, but felt as if the rites had little geniune feeling, and for me my spiritulaity is A LOT of feelin, and very little thinking.

                            In fact I have found that when I try to think about the mysteries, I start to loose my grips (which IMO is why so many CM seem to end up in PSY wards, or have to take a break from their magickal practice.) Yet when I allow my self to just feel the mysteries, to fell the information I am recieving, to feel my world I am in harmony with my surroundings and the universe unfolds my will, for my will is in alinment with a higher will, a force more then my limited egotisical will.

                            As a very girlie girl, I am shinning my best when I am allowed the freedom to express my inner emotions and feelings of love towards all the beautiful manifestions I see in my world.

                            I am in love with this world, with the beauty I see and rejoice at any opportunity to express that love. I see lunar rites as my celebration of my feminine nature, of my emotional side, of my shadow self, of the beauty, and peace, and wonder that lays with in the mystery of the Moon, and its pull on us.

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                            • T thepuck

                              I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                              In this hunt I ran into this:

                              LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                              Sub Figura C

                              Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                              Kia, Lady pale,
                              Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                              Of triple veil
                              Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                              Hail Hecate
                              Of faces three,
                              Shining from afar,
                              Spider of Destiny
                              In your web of Silver Stars

                              WAXING MOON:

                              Hail Diana, Huntress,
                              As you draw your silver bow,
                              Hail Artemis and Io,
                              Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                              Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                              Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                              Drawn forth from Nix Night
                              Turning Fate's first strands
                              With nimble hands
                              Twining twixt the dark and bright

                              FULL MOON:

                              Hail MoonMother,
                              Full and fecund, round and bright,
                              Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                              With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                              Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                              Weave the lines between the times
                              Of wax and wane; And tides
                              Of flow and ebb
                              Gossamer silver cords
                              Of dreaming draw together
                              In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                              DreamMother, give Birth
                              As your light shines down to Earth

                              WANING MOON:

                              Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                              Crone and crow,
                              Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                              Help us face, and destroy
                              Our fear
                              Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                              Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                              Your waning numinous crescent going

                              Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                              With your waning silver scythe,
                              You cut
                              the thread of Life.

                              DARK MOON:

                              There is a fourth face, though unseen
                              There is a fourth path, whom few know
                              A fourth Fate, who awaits
                              In shadow

                              Hail Kali, Blackness,
                              From whom the kalas of Time emit
                              Three Norns converged,
                              Past, present, future merged,
                              On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                              To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                              Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                              Yours the dark and secret art

                              While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                              The thread of life appears to dwindle
                              From No-thing you craft another mask
                              And re-splice it back, on another track
                              To Clotho's spindle

                              Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                              Edward Mason
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                              Atlas Itch, 93,

                              Yes, that's an interesting thread on Lashtal, though as several people noted, it needs real scholars of the period to clear things up. Since the reverse of the Stele is basically selections or paraphrases of the standard text of the Book of the Dead, though, I'm not sure we should read too much into them in relation to the man who had the Stele made.

                              What does intrigue me - and I doubt anybody could trace the process of how this happened - is the fact that Iah or Yah is the God-Name on the Tree of Life associated with Chokmah. How a lunar deity could have become the Atziluthic Name of the sephirah at the top of the Fire Pillar is a real mystery. I'm tempted to guess there is no connection, and that it's just one of those curiosities that crop up to tempt us into over-speculation. But .. ?

                              93 93/93,

                              Edward

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                              • T thepuck

                                I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                                In this hunt I ran into this:

                                LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                                Sub Figura C

                                Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                                Kia, Lady pale,
                                Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                                Of triple veil
                                Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                                Hail Hecate
                                Of faces three,
                                Shining from afar,
                                Spider of Destiny
                                In your web of Silver Stars

                                WAXING MOON:

                                Hail Diana, Huntress,
                                As you draw your silver bow,
                                Hail Artemis and Io,
                                Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                                Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                                Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                                Drawn forth from Nix Night
                                Turning Fate's first strands
                                With nimble hands
                                Twining twixt the dark and bright

                                FULL MOON:

                                Hail MoonMother,
                                Full and fecund, round and bright,
                                Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                                With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                                Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                                Weave the lines between the times
                                Of wax and wane; And tides
                                Of flow and ebb
                                Gossamer silver cords
                                Of dreaming draw together
                                In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                                DreamMother, give Birth
                                As your light shines down to Earth

                                WANING MOON:

                                Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                                Crone and crow,
                                Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                                Help us face, and destroy
                                Our fear
                                Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                                Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                                Your waning numinous crescent going

                                Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                                With your waning silver scythe,
                                You cut
                                the thread of Life.

                                DARK MOON:

                                There is a fourth face, though unseen
                                There is a fourth path, whom few know
                                A fourth Fate, who awaits
                                In shadow

                                Hail Kali, Blackness,
                                From whom the kalas of Time emit
                                Three Norns converged,
                                Past, present, future merged,
                                On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                                To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                                Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                                Yours the dark and secret art

                                While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                                The thread of life appears to dwindle
                                From No-thing you craft another mask
                                And re-splice it back, on another track
                                To Clotho's spindle

                                Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                                Edward Mason
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                                Veronica, 93

                                "I do agree with this conclusion

                                ""I couldn't agree more with the above sentiments, which connects to an issue raised in another thread on the imbalance of gender energies that seems to plague contemporary Thelema."""

                                Could it be that Thelemites are more likely to do something constructive about fixing the balance than anyone else? That we don't accept each other as final authorities? We create a lot of our own rituals, and we're not afraid to try something new. It's as if the Presiding Committee at Archetypal HQ said, "Well, the Christians aren't going to do anything - let's try the small but raucous rabble and see if they'll come up with some constructive channeling of energies to fix the old imbalance."

                                93 93/93,

                                Edward

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                                • T thepuck

                                  I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                                  In this hunt I ran into this:

                                  LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                                  Sub Figura C

                                  Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                                  Kia, Lady pale,
                                  Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                                  Of triple veil
                                  Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                                  Hail Hecate
                                  Of faces three,
                                  Shining from afar,
                                  Spider of Destiny
                                  In your web of Silver Stars

                                  WAXING MOON:

                                  Hail Diana, Huntress,
                                  As you draw your silver bow,
                                  Hail Artemis and Io,
                                  Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                                  Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                                  Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                                  Drawn forth from Nix Night
                                  Turning Fate's first strands
                                  With nimble hands
                                  Twining twixt the dark and bright

                                  FULL MOON:

                                  Hail MoonMother,
                                  Full and fecund, round and bright,
                                  Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                                  With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                                  Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                                  Weave the lines between the times
                                  Of wax and wane; And tides
                                  Of flow and ebb
                                  Gossamer silver cords
                                  Of dreaming draw together
                                  In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                                  DreamMother, give Birth
                                  As your light shines down to Earth

                                  WANING MOON:

                                  Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                                  Crone and crow,
                                  Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                                  Help us face, and destroy
                                  Our fear
                                  Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                                  Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                                  Your waning numinous crescent going

                                  Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                                  With your waning silver scythe,
                                  You cut
                                  the thread of Life.

                                  DARK MOON:

                                  There is a fourth face, though unseen
                                  There is a fourth path, whom few know
                                  A fourth Fate, who awaits
                                  In shadow

                                  Hail Kali, Blackness,
                                  From whom the kalas of Time emit
                                  Three Norns converged,
                                  Past, present, future merged,
                                  On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                                  To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                                  Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                                  Yours the dark and secret art

                                  While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                                  The thread of life appears to dwindle
                                  From No-thing you craft another mask
                                  And re-splice it back, on another track
                                  To Clotho's spindle

                                  Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                                  gmugmble
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                                  @Edward Mason said

                                  "How a lunar deity could have become the Atziluthic Name of the sephirah at the top of the Fire Pillar is a real mystery."

                                  But the sephiroth are balanced. So though Chokmah is the Root of Fire, its color in Atziluth is a watery blue. Though it's titled Ab, the Father, the word Chokmah is a feminine noun in Hebrew, as is its translation in Greek (sophia), Latin (sapientia), and German (Weisheit), and Wisdom is personified as a woman in various allegories. Its number, 2, is the number of the High Priestess in the tarot, which corresponds to the moon, and P F Case (among others) sees The High Priestess as a representation of Chokmah in one of its aspects.

                                  I'm just sayin'.

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                                  • T thepuck

                                    I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                                    In this hunt I ran into this:

                                    LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                                    Sub Figura C

                                    Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                                    Kia, Lady pale,
                                    Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                                    Of triple veil
                                    Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                                    Hail Hecate
                                    Of faces three,
                                    Shining from afar,
                                    Spider of Destiny
                                    In your web of Silver Stars

                                    WAXING MOON:

                                    Hail Diana, Huntress,
                                    As you draw your silver bow,
                                    Hail Artemis and Io,
                                    Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                                    Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                                    Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                                    Drawn forth from Nix Night
                                    Turning Fate's first strands
                                    With nimble hands
                                    Twining twixt the dark and bright

                                    FULL MOON:

                                    Hail MoonMother,
                                    Full and fecund, round and bright,
                                    Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                                    With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                                    Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                                    Weave the lines between the times
                                    Of wax and wane; And tides
                                    Of flow and ebb
                                    Gossamer silver cords
                                    Of dreaming draw together
                                    In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                                    DreamMother, give Birth
                                    As your light shines down to Earth

                                    WANING MOON:

                                    Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                                    Crone and crow,
                                    Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                                    Help us face, and destroy
                                    Our fear
                                    Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                                    Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                                    Your waning numinous crescent going

                                    Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                                    With your waning silver scythe,
                                    You cut
                                    the thread of Life.

                                    DARK MOON:

                                    There is a fourth face, though unseen
                                    There is a fourth path, whom few know
                                    A fourth Fate, who awaits
                                    In shadow

                                    Hail Kali, Blackness,
                                    From whom the kalas of Time emit
                                    Three Norns converged,
                                    Past, present, future merged,
                                    On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                                    To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                                    Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                                    Yours the dark and secret art

                                    While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                                    The thread of life appears to dwindle
                                    From No-thing you craft another mask
                                    And re-splice it back, on another track
                                    To Clotho's spindle

                                    Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                                    the atlas itch
                                    wrote on last edited by
                                    #17

                                    @Edward Mason said

                                    "What does intrigue me - and I doubt anybody could trace the process of how this happened - is the fact that Iah or Yah is the God-Name on the Tree of Life associated with Chokmah. How a lunar deity could have become the Atziluthic Name of the sephirah at the top of the Fire Pillar is a real mystery. I'm tempted to guess there is no connection, and that it's just one of those curiosities that crop up to tempt us into over-speculation. But .. ?
                                    "

                                    93 Edward

                                    I pondered that question when researching the Stele and one far-out idea that came to mind was that the ancient Egyptian lunar deity Iah/Yah might be the origins of the Yah-weh cult when the Hebrews were in Egypt – keeping in mind the fact that aside from the Merneptah Stele there is hardly any archaeological evidence to support the Biblical story.

                                    Btw hieroglyph V28, the Khonsu weave, signifying Iah, was presumably the inspiration for Crowley’s otherwise rather bizarre poetic paraphrase:

                                    O thou that glitterest in the moon!
                                    I weave thee in the spinning charm;
                                    I lure thee with the billowy tune.

                                    93 93/93
                                    T

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                                    • T thepuck

                                      I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                                      In this hunt I ran into this:

                                      LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                                      Sub Figura C

                                      Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                                      Kia, Lady pale,
                                      Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                                      Of triple veil
                                      Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                                      Hail Hecate
                                      Of faces three,
                                      Shining from afar,
                                      Spider of Destiny
                                      In your web of Silver Stars

                                      WAXING MOON:

                                      Hail Diana, Huntress,
                                      As you draw your silver bow,
                                      Hail Artemis and Io,
                                      Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                                      Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                                      Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                                      Drawn forth from Nix Night
                                      Turning Fate's first strands
                                      With nimble hands
                                      Twining twixt the dark and bright

                                      FULL MOON:

                                      Hail MoonMother,
                                      Full and fecund, round and bright,
                                      Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                                      With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                                      Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                                      Weave the lines between the times
                                      Of wax and wane; And tides
                                      Of flow and ebb
                                      Gossamer silver cords
                                      Of dreaming draw together
                                      In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                                      DreamMother, give Birth
                                      As your light shines down to Earth

                                      WANING MOON:

                                      Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                                      Crone and crow,
                                      Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                                      Help us face, and destroy
                                      Our fear
                                      Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                                      Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                                      Your waning numinous crescent going

                                      Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                                      With your waning silver scythe,
                                      You cut
                                      the thread of Life.

                                      DARK MOON:

                                      There is a fourth face, though unseen
                                      There is a fourth path, whom few know
                                      A fourth Fate, who awaits
                                      In shadow

                                      Hail Kali, Blackness,
                                      From whom the kalas of Time emit
                                      Three Norns converged,
                                      Past, present, future merged,
                                      On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                                      To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                                      Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                                      Yours the dark and secret art

                                      While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                                      The thread of life appears to dwindle
                                      From No-thing you craft another mask
                                      And re-splice it back, on another track
                                      To Clotho's spindle

                                      Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                                      the atlas itch
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                                      @Veronica said

                                      "I see lunar rites as my celebration of my feminine nature, of my emotional side, of my shadow self, of the beauty, and peace, and wonder that lays with in the mystery of the Moon, and its pull on us."

                                      *"La nuit est belle" * 😉

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                                      • T thepuck

                                        I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                                        In this hunt I ran into this:

                                        LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                                        Sub Figura C

                                        Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                                        Kia, Lady pale,
                                        Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                                        Of triple veil
                                        Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                                        Hail Hecate
                                        Of faces three,
                                        Shining from afar,
                                        Spider of Destiny
                                        In your web of Silver Stars

                                        WAXING MOON:

                                        Hail Diana, Huntress,
                                        As you draw your silver bow,
                                        Hail Artemis and Io,
                                        Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                                        Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                                        Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                                        Drawn forth from Nix Night
                                        Turning Fate's first strands
                                        With nimble hands
                                        Twining twixt the dark and bright

                                        FULL MOON:

                                        Hail MoonMother,
                                        Full and fecund, round and bright,
                                        Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                                        With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                                        Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                                        Weave the lines between the times
                                        Of wax and wane; And tides
                                        Of flow and ebb
                                        Gossamer silver cords
                                        Of dreaming draw together
                                        In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                                        DreamMother, give Birth
                                        As your light shines down to Earth

                                        WANING MOON:

                                        Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                                        Crone and crow,
                                        Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                                        Help us face, and destroy
                                        Our fear
                                        Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                                        Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                                        Your waning numinous crescent going

                                        Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                                        With your waning silver scythe,
                                        You cut
                                        the thread of Life.

                                        DARK MOON:

                                        There is a fourth face, though unseen
                                        There is a fourth path, whom few know
                                        A fourth Fate, who awaits
                                        In shadow

                                        Hail Kali, Blackness,
                                        From whom the kalas of Time emit
                                        Three Norns converged,
                                        Past, present, future merged,
                                        On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                                        To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                                        Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                                        Yours the dark and secret art

                                        While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                                        The thread of life appears to dwindle
                                        From No-thing you craft another mask
                                        And re-splice it back, on another track
                                        To Clotho's spindle

                                        Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                                        Takamba
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                                        How interesting!

                                        "O thou that glitterest in the moon!
                                        I weave thee in the spinning charm;
                                        I lure thee with the billowy tune. "

                                        Thus the feminine is a "weave" and, as someone else pointed out, a "reflection."

                                        And another herself has pointed out, "I am receiving" is a necessity to her.

                                        Personally, I love this lunar rite.

                                        [edit] but wait, I'm ignorant

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                                        • T thepuck

                                          I have been attempting to synthesize my basic paganism and my Thelemism, all through the lens of my general training and temperament (ceremonialism as opposed to shamanism, chaos, witchcraft, etc) so I was looking for lunar rituals for the new and full moons that were more in the ceremonialist vein than the ones I know from being a part of the pagan community.

                                          In this hunt I ran into this:

                                          LIBER QOPH vel HECATE

                                          Sub Figura C

                                          Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
                                          Kia, Lady pale,
                                          Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
                                          Of triple veil
                                          Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
                                          Hail Hecate
                                          Of faces three,
                                          Shining from afar,
                                          Spider of Destiny
                                          In your web of Silver Stars

                                          WAXING MOON:

                                          Hail Diana, Huntress,
                                          As you draw your silver bow,
                                          Hail Artemis and Io,
                                          Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
                                          Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn

                                          Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
                                          Drawn forth from Nix Night
                                          Turning Fate's first strands
                                          With nimble hands
                                          Twining twixt the dark and bright

                                          FULL MOON:

                                          Hail MoonMother,
                                          Full and fecund, round and bright,
                                          Isis, We draw you down from the night,
                                          With your cauldron-womb of luminous white

                                          Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
                                          Weave the lines between the times
                                          Of wax and wane; And tides
                                          Of flow and ebb
                                          Gossamer silver cords
                                          Of dreaming draw together
                                          In your matrix matted of matter and ether
                                          DreamMother, give Birth
                                          As your light shines down to Earth

                                          WANING MOON:

                                          Hail, Grandmother Spider,
                                          Crone and crow,
                                          Wisewoman, elder, seer,
                                          Help us face, and destroy
                                          Our fear
                                          Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
                                          Oh old and ominous presence glowing
                                          Your waning numinous crescent going

                                          Hail Atropos, Cutter,
                                          With your waning silver scythe,
                                          You cut
                                          the thread of Life.

                                          DARK MOON:

                                          There is a fourth face, though unseen
                                          There is a fourth path, whom few know
                                          A fourth Fate, who awaits
                                          In shadow

                                          Hail Kali, Blackness,
                                          From whom the kalas of Time emit
                                          Three Norns converged,
                                          Past, present, future merged,
                                          On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry

                                          To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky

                                          Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
                                          Yours the dark and secret art

                                          While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
                                          The thread of life appears to dwindle
                                          From No-thing you craft another mask
                                          And re-splice it back, on another track
                                          To Clotho's spindle

                                          Has anyone run into this? Worked with it? What are your thoughts? Any notable results?

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                                          thepuck
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                                          😆

                                          I have to say that this thread epitomizes my entire experience in the magickal/pagan community over the course of my life.

                                          We had an earnest question plus earnest answers. We had a disagreement. Some tangential aspect of esoterica came up and people got all scholarly.

                                          All we need is a fire and someone to get naked and we have every party I've ever been to.

                                          😆

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