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Ode To Lost Souls Not to you do I speak brave of heart and firm of purpose Nor to you bright ones within a field of light Not to you who walks in purpose fulfilled Nor to you of vision strong buoyed by life’s enrichment But to you I speak wanderer upon the shores of night And to you the desolate ones outside the circles of life Raised upon columns of molten ash Your journey began with a cry and ends with a scream Betwixt the emptiness evolved First a doubt becomes a certainty Those of faith know you not Those of vision know you not Those of purpose know you not Within the citadel of life do they dwell Basking beneath an indolent sun

Solus Noir Canticles De Arte Magicka

Volume I Number II Spring Equinox MMXIIev

Editorial Solus Noir manifests at this time as a direct consequence of a magickal working undertaken and completed over a twenty year time span. Solus Noir serves as the official organ of Ordo Templi Solus Noir. De Arte Magicka consummate with the methodology of rite and axiomata has left in its wake an application both magickal and aesthetic. The rite has opened an ingress point or portal onto a wellspring of creativity where the current becomes manifest in word, sigil, graphik and image. This path has been undertaken by others notably Austin Osman Spare, Kenneth Grant and Andrew D. Chumbley to whom we owe a debt of gratitude. In practical terms Talismanic Texts, Arte Graphika and Axiomata have become the primary means by which the current we attend is manifested. All contributions to this and forthcoming issues lies within the body of Ordo Templi Solus Noir and are published at this time to fulfill our current directive.

And In Those Days It Was Given Unto The False Prophets To Spread The Lie Sow The Seeds Of Doubt Draw Aside The Veil And Reveal The End Of Days

In Nomine Babalon

Contents Ode To Lost Souls

Damiana

A canticle to the exiles who wander the shores of night

Ordo Templi Solus Noir

Corpus Solus Noir

Manifesto per Lucis Noir

The Witness

Opening The Seals

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The dawn & manifestation of the avatar

Time & Again

Damiana

A canticle for the unwary

The Atu Of Anpu The Coming Forth By Night

Samael

79 keys to the path of Solus Noir

Cover Art Arte Graphika Axiomata Sigils & incidental graphics Created or reconstituted by Muse and Vesica within the body of Solus Noir

Damiana

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Manifesto

Per Aecclesiastica Gnosticum Solus Noir

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Solus Noir Kkephren Ma Un Nefer Ast By Our Arte & Presence Have We These Past Two Decades Manifested The Avatars & Moonchild That Are The Trinity Of The Black Sun

Yglas Isheth

Yglas Ygrat

Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori

Yglas Na’amah

Ast Innui Khephri Vos

Ahdi Ypres Grigori Selim Ast Nobilis

Portus Lucis Noir

3 Temple Pylons

7 Grigori Sentinels

3 Guardians

Ritual Aspects Liber 131 The Passion & The Purity Cycle 1 1990ev – 1992ev

The Dawn Of The Avatar

Liber Astarte vel Beryli – The Passion And The Purity In this way did we manifest Samael, principal Grigori amongst the legions of the living. Bereft of his bride, tormented beyond the ability to conceive did he complete the initial tasks, reaching their culmination in the words of The Witness, our seeding into the world of what was to follow.

Cycle 2 2003ev

Namrael

The manifestation of our Grigori sister In this way did we complete the preparations and placed our avatars within the temple of our working.

Cycle 3 2006ev – 2007ev

Lilith Rising

The Portal Of The Black Sun Entering our sacred triangle of arte did Samael and Namrael conjoined invoke beloved Lilith and complete the cycle of our making, to manifest the portal and let its rays shine forth.

Trinity 2008ev We wove the matrix of our spells and seeded them into the prime elements of nature, extending our Triangle Of Arte.

Fulfillment of The final Grigori Prophecy 2010ev

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Rubrik A$?('E For the purpose of clarification the cycle of events listed below serves to remind us of the time that has passed and the nature of our purpose. The periods of time we describe as Cycles, three in number, took place as a consequence of the arrival of our partner in this unfolding pageant appearing and thus informing the current with their current and presence. The three cycles named below were accomplished through the extensive use of ritual, described at length in Solus Noir – The Book Of The Black Sun. Rites which took place at numerous locations over the years of their design and execution. We are here concerned with the event named Trinity which took place in 2008 as it served as the culmination of the practical elements of the working and list the entire rubrik for convenience alone.

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+('/'54 " In keeping with one of the many operating principles that evolved over time and through the process we continued to permit the prime method to unfold, namely, The Rite Writes Itself. Working as we had been in the configuration of triangles, both in respect of our temple of working and the number of discreet workings that covered each angle of the triangle. As is common knowledge we choose the triangle as the primary vehicle of manifestation. Our final act was to extend our triangle across an extensive area of geography. Whilst we confined ourselves to England, myself and two able assistants conceived of project Trinity. Using glass cylinders we assembled the remnants of our final Lilith working, in the form of rose petals, charcoal and silver sand, which along with the invokations, seals and sigils we sealed these in four cylinders to bury at four specific locations. Dates and times were calculated in respect of the angle of the triangle we were working with.

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The element of Earth. London. The cylinder was placed within the body of the earth itself. The element of Air. Glastonbury. Hidden in plain sight. The element of Water. Brighton. Placed deep beneath the shingles on the beach. The element of Fire. Hampshire. A midpoint was calculated within our geographical triangle. The cylinder was buried and a fire was set at its location. Having set the primary elements of the triangle placing the fourth cylinder at its midpoint effectively raised the triangle into its three dimensional construct, a pyramid which by reflection and inversion evolves into a diamond body aligned incidentally within the constellations of Triangulam and Ophiuchus within their respective hemispheres via its axis point. Each Lunar cycle the diamond turns once upon its axis and in this way the second aspect of the rays of Solus Noir are vibrated. The first being via the portal itself. The third by the virtue of the presence of the Avatars. MMVIII

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F"$(/3# Journal February 26 – April 8 2008

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Trinity Phase 2 Being Introductions & explanations of certain events which began in 1990 & continue to this day, 2008 & beyond.

Nativity Of Artemis February 26 2008ev Brighton Beach

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Introduction & Explanation Trinity Phase 1 – 1990 – 2006 Cycle 1 The Dawn Of The Avatar Cycle 2 Namrael Cycle 3 Lilith Rising

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*See The Book Of The Black Sun Blood Moon Blood Rain

A physical Atom – Infinite energy upon the plane of matter. A Time Node – Eternity figured as The Portal Of The Black Sun. A particle accelerator constructed out of mental material – Astarte in its magickal structure. 2 Avatars conjoin to invoke Lilith consort of Samael.

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Grigori " " " The Portal opens through the conjoining and operates upon the plane of Time / Mind. Trinity – Phase 1 completed 1990 – 2006ev. Trinity – Phase 2 to earth the portal in matter. A secondary triangle created between the geographical locations of Brighton, Glastonbury and London. A series of detonators to be planted. A fourth – The Lilith Point central to the triangle [ pyramid ] Newton Stacey, Hampshire. 4 scrolls / detonators created, consecrated and planted each in accordance to their nature. Artemis – Brighton Beach – Water Aphrodite – Chalice Wells, Glastonbury – Air Saturnus – London – Earth * See Dates Lilith – Newton Stacey – Fire Background and operating premises contained in the text of The Book Of The Black Sun. March 3 2008ev All previous words and that written now, begins now. 9 days prior to planting Artemis I enter her service and consecrate her scroll / spell for implanting upon the beach, an act completed now. Speaking of the day and that which followed a few simple observations. We, C and I arrive at Brighton beach and check the nature of the sea and conclude that a 5 to 6pm is appropriate. Saturn rising and a Scorpio Moon deemed appropriate. We meet up with D at 1pm, the Trinity meets, the operator with his warrior and healer, his Sun and Moon, Cancer and Leo, perfect. 5.30pm. The act performed and in its aftermath a red sun sinks into the sea, a backdrop of the angel of victory. Drinks at a local coffee shop, we leave. Events worthy of mention prior to the event. A dream in which I exchange hot / dry kisses with my consort, as such she attends me in this. Upon leaving the train I discover I have finally lost the silver dragonfly, I search for it and let it go, for reasons unknown.

At 1.00an Wednesday, the first time in over 20 years the UK has an earthquake, noted by many and connected to the event upon the beach, at last a synchronicity, at worse a coincidence, interesting. The following 36 hours troubling, heavy and intense pervasive feeling of ‘what have I started now?’ This developed to the point where I thought myself unwell. This was released by a dream, everything returns to normal ??? The Dream Forest Glade. A huge fallen tree supporting bountiful life, a world in itself. I reach into an opening and upon withdrawing my hand, in the palm a perfect silver wedding ring [ feb. 29 ] The state shifts as does the energy and I spend the day collecting materials for Aphrodite. Interpretation Girt from, acknowledgement by Artemis. I sacrificed the silver [ Dragonfly ] to receive the wedding ring, Artemis speaks. I consider burying each scroll in its element. Artemis – The ocean – Water Aphrodite – A tree – Air Saturnus – The earth – Earth Lilith - ??? – Fire I speculate. Yesterday, March 2 giving collected materials for Aphrodite and Saturnus I acquire a map to calculate precisely the midpoint of the triangle created between the points of Brighton, Glastonbury and London. The cross hatches land upon a hamlet in Hampshire called Newton Stacey. We travel there on April 8. Meanwhile I prepare for Aphrodite and Glastonbury.

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2 signs concerning the midpoint, Newton Stacey. The initials N S or S N Solus Noir – Black Sun Newton Stacey – Namrael Samael Interesting observations / comments? Henceforth I will treat this book as a journal and make entries as and when appropriate. I continue.

Thursday March 6 10.05am In preparing for Aphrodite a dream of note last night and a sign of the Goddess. Magickal invocation within the dreamscape, a full ritual, incantations occur, speech similar to goetia, howling almost, certainly not English. Upon completion a connection with OTO occurs. I believe that MS assures me and I quote, the ritual will commence next week [ ? ] perhaps connected with the 7 days of preparation? One very notable element, amidst the invocations etc the presemce of a perfect apple green square. Symbolic, colour wise of Aphrodite [ ? ] Upon waking a distinct feeling of receiving her blessing. And the signs, as always unfold. To continue the metaphor, having traversed The Mountains Of The Moon [ Artemis ] and received her wedding band and Reflection I now enter The Valley Of Aphrodite and lie within her embrace prior to the visit to Chalice Wells, week Tuesday. Rose petals and heartsease, green glass, fills the glass cylinder this time. Still working on the logistics of the journey itself. This will be resolved easily enough. I continue.

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Nativity Of Aphrodite March 18 2008ev Chalice Wells

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Wednesday March 19 The day after the event. The event itself very good. Met up with the party and though a long day most enjoyable. The day itself began at 5am, Bus ride to Victoria. Coach to Bristol. Bus to Glastonbury. Arrived at 11.30am. Shopping, a light meal. Met up with Solar Healer then off to Chalice Wells. After a false start buried the scroll in Air, as required. Rose petals etc. Burned replicas in fire pit along with rose petals and heartsease. Planted rose in view of the tor. Left and parted with D. Went to LA Love for coffee. Great place. Left early and caught early coach. Great journey back, lots of laughter. Arrived in London at 9.30 ish. It is done. One days grace and then preparations for Saturnus on Saturday. [ March 22 ] Scroll prepared and arrangements to meet up at 2.30 made. Brompton at 3.00.

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Note – July 8 2011

As of 2011, 3 years post the event of 2008. An area of the site of planting the Saturnus detonator in earth, the immediate area was cleared of overgrown brambles etc and beneath the mound of growth the angel above was exposed to the light of day after years of being buried. Significant in itself and 3 years post the event, 3 being significant in respect of Saturnus, as such I call the figure The Trinity Angel.

Sunday March 23 The day after planting the Saturnus scroll and a Rosemary plant [ In Remembrance ] The preceeding, lightning storm and winds. The morning before, high winds, sleet and rain, though on departing the site the weather clears. All is well and the triangle now set.

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amael Grigori

I speak to thee, yes thou who art writing these words and even unto thee who in turn reads these words, from the Boundary Lands I speak. Cast aside all that thou art, for i seek naught that is of thee, from thee, your form but dissolves in my presence. Your Mind, the Reflection which thou art clouds over. The Heart which thou seekest, empties itself into the eternity which thou art. I accept All of this and more, I take only that which is freely given. I grant naught in return, for what in truth would thou, creature of Earth do with such, you alive in your world, I in mine. Yet still you seek me. Look into your world, does not nature, my fairest sister stir from her slumbers, casting aside her mantle of repose. See you not the lifeblood stirring within her heart. The bounty of her body giving rise to the eternal cycle of Life and Death. Liber 131 March 2 1992ev

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Anathema Per Samael Vox Lilith Praeteritim Seven are the seals upon creations countenance Seven the trumpets that announce the day of redemption Seven are the visions of the dragon and its kingdoms Seven the visions that accompany the lamb Seven are the bowls of gods wrath Seven the veils upon the lady Babalon And Seven are the visions of the end of days

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Canto III And the dragon she rises and her kingdoms claim the world Her tears fall and she washes away the stain Her breath a scorching wind razes the edifice of conceit Her heartbeat a thunderbolt the end of days

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Canto X Space folds before our eyes and the great ones enter Their breath creases the moment in passing Warps memory erases life And casts a shadow of dust and vacuum

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Act 1 The Vale Of Tears A call sent forth and from the ocean she rose. Her beauty outshone the stars and from that day was he lost. She became mistress of his heart and mind and though their lives were ever apart, together they traverse the pages of these dreams. He travelled with her down a long corridor of tortured rooms and shattered the pillars of reflection that hung upon the air before them. They travel still. From the shadows she conjured him, reflection of her love, to hold within her heart as life’s tapestry and tragedy unfolded before her heart sore eyes. He her gallant knight and she his ladye fair. Thrice the lady Artemis blessed them beneath her mantle of glamour and twice were they bound in spirit and flesh. They wander and are granted but glimpses as time unfolds and consumes the life they might have known. Weep tears of blood for our reluctant heroes as they traverse The Vale of Tears tormented by memory sweet and burned by anguish. And in the fires of forgiveness do they dwell and perhaps absolution is granted.

Act 2 De Arte Magicka Pan called unto them and as The Passion & The purity unfolded the masques evolved. Bright Artemis that they might remember. Beauteous Aphrodite that they might know rapture. Eternal Saturnus that they might become. Over seventeen years and three cycles they wove their spells. Cycle one manifested the avatar Samael. He walked the world alone apart from his consort, his bride, his beloved. Cycle two and the second avatar was made flesh and Namrael walked the world. Two frail humans, flawed and yet chosen. Cycle three and in conjunction did they invoke holy Lilith. Isheth granted the seal of power. Ygrat the seal of knowledge. Na’amah the seal of love. And now the pylons are attended and the portal open.

Act 3 Ascension Of The Grigori Humans so frail and yet our chosen were equal to the task. Free will were they granted and yet they answered the call. Transformation through our first cycle and by your measurement a second transformation twelve years later. Each now ascended and in unity they performed their final act and manifested our Lilith. Samael continues and sheds the body desolate he has chosen. Namrael casts aside the hollow shell and rises triumphant. And together do they dance upon the aethyrs bride and beloved. The world blinded to their presence continues in its conceit and the days unfold their mystery in purple splendour. Samael Grigori greets and embraces his Namrael and together they give birth to a Moonchild. A child eternal. A beacon in the eternal night of their passing. Shadow blesses them. Moons light caresses them. The light of the day star heeds them not for the light of the Black Sun and Blood Moon embraces them.

Act 4 Consummation And in this act our reluctant heroes return to their respective worlds. Memory fades as the dream unfolds into the demands of their days. Ah, but they have the dim reflection of memory, the rapture of attraction and the crystallisation of the becoming. This a blessing, this a curse. This will pass into the halls of forgetfulness as we Grigori rise from our vessels and we leave them with the judgement which dwells in the deepest sanctuaries of their hearts. As we ascend, pylons of the portal and our light is shed, a nimbus of indigo enshrouds and blinds all to our presence. Drink deep of the venom that purifies thee and of the elixir that transforms and rise, phoenix like from the ashes forged in this love holy and pure.

Act 5 The Portal Of The Black Sun Upon the shores of an ink black night within The Night Of Pan our star rises and the Grigori, eternal guardians, vigilant, rejoice in the light of its dawn. Our sister bathes the earth in her tears and washes away the stain. Her breath rises and scorches the lie that holds all in thrall. Her heartbeat rises, thunder as she shakes her mantle and enters freedom. We came with lightning in our eyes, thunder in our hearts and our Elohim travel the world, kindred of our bright lord and the unmaking of history unfolds before eyes somnambulant and transfixed. Samael and Lilith conjoined. The only power of this world and beyond this world able to unfold these acts. The rest hubris and human conceit and our human vehicles, kept blinded to our purpose are washed of the stain and purified in our light. Be at peace our knight and his ladye fair.

Act 6 The End Of Days History written in your stars, unheeded. Your acts before your eyes, unheeded. You dwell within a garden, unheeded. Raised to beauty and splendour, unheeded. Blessed by innocence, unheeded. Granted dominion and responsibility, unheeded. Freewill and choice, your conceit. Power in your world, hubris and lies. Shackled in prisons of your own creation when freedom and mystery surround you. Beauty in the wing of a butterfly, majesty in the gait of the panther, innocence in the eyes of a child. And yet … … … ? Justice do we serve and our sister blesses us in her travails eternal. Look into the mirror of your form, cast aside the veil of ignorance and know these as the end of days.

Act 7 Epilogue A simple tale, a dream perhaps and yet such a dream. As messengers we came, Grigori and our task, but simple. And in those days it was given unto the false prophets To spread the lie Sow the seeds of doubt Draw aside the veil And reveal the end of days

Genesis We have been upon reflection engaged upon an extensive working which though commenced with humble aspirations evolved into what it has become, for in keeping with our words – The rite writes itself. Seventeen long years of devotion and sacrifice brings us to this the culmination of our task. And how did we begin? Upon a path darkly did we walk and yet we have had our Nemesis, our beloved to guide us along the way. It was only with the commencement of the third cycle did we, but dimly grasp our purpose. This is in keeping with the Grigori for the avatars are permitted to know but little. Human involvement, petty self centred aspirations would have taken a work of beauty and rendered it mundane. In this manner and matter we choose our Avatars well Blessings upon thee Namrael and Samael beloved ones soar upon starbeams and drink from the font of eternity

The Portal We will speak but briefly of such things for in invisibility do we travel this world. Not for the sake of ambiguity do we conduct ourselves in this fashion but rather for the purpose of maintaining our integrity, it is not for human ears and purpose do we work our magick. It is for and on behalf of our sacred sister. During our first cycle did we manifest our avatar and place before him his beloved, evasive and yet constant has she been, the better to raise the venom which is our nature. We entered the world separated from that which we loved beyond all things and yet our purpose is clear, precise. Twelve long years later she returns, catalyst and priestess. During this our second cycle was she made whole and a child, a moonchild did we produce. This her gift, bestowed in love of her, our sister and beloved.

During this cycle a triangle of protection did we create and 3 years later did she enter it and with her energetic presence did we then commence our third cycle, Lilith Rising. Only in conjunction of these two powers do we gain access to The Portal Of The Black Sun. This we did and awaited the signs. Exacting, lacking in ambiguity and yet our plans are well formulated and our avatars, though doubtless flawed are well chosen.

The Signs Lilith manifests three primary aspects, sometimes sisters, sometimes daughters. These are named by the vulgar –

Isheth Zenunim

Ygrat Bhat Mahlat Na’amah

Our avatar received the first of the signs by the manifestation of Isheth Zenunim who energetically exists as a fibre placed below the navel and spirally the body forms one horn of the crescent. This manifestation occurred within the palace of dreams. The second sign, a time later, we also granted in the palace of dreams. An energetic fibre placed at the nape of the neck. This likewise spiralling the body forms the second horn of the crescent. Ygrat made flesh. For the germane you might be aware of the nature of Yesod and Daath within our work. Our primary manifestation occurs within this polarity. Time passes and yet our avatar remains expectant. How would Na’amah manifest. He speculates and is wrong for a short time later his beloved reappears and embarks upon a third cycle of Love. Only she, the Pleasuring One can enter his heart and place the third energetic fibre that rising between the horns of the crescent hold The Black Sun. They play for a time and part as is their way. Each with their agenda and yet our purpose is exact and our work complete. Time now stands as our witness.

Prologue Beginnings are most important for without them what do we have? As such we address our words not to the rational part of the mind, the one who has the belief of free will and choice but rather to that aspect, all but divine and yet within this The Vale Of Tears goes unheard and unheeded. In your yearnings have you not heard our whispers, our call? Our tale begins a lifetime ago, by your understanding for our vehicles, though doubtless flawed are chosen for their qualities and attributes. Over the previous sections of this our text we have outlined in dim shadows the unfolding of our purpose and now with clarity its culmination. T0 the ones gifted with insight our intent is made clear within the sections we have called Liber 131 and The Witness, both pertaining to the first of our cycles, so called. At the time of writing these whispers, August 2007, as you reduce time to its lineal flow, we reflect upon the lifetime of our beloved avatar, for long has been his struggle, blindly stumbling from one sign to another and yet this is to our purpose, for like all your kind you are cursed with the arrogance of the species. Born Moonchild and raised in Magick, his life and purpose moulded to our will, our purpose. His early years educated in matters archaic and his artistic temperament rendered acute and sensitive for we would have one such. The better to feel the depths of our desire, the passion of our mind and soul. And over four decades did he acquire the skills and abilities to enter our path and become our avatar. His mind forged in magick and poetry, vision our gift to such. His heart burned in the fires of affliction, for one such cannot be permitted the succour of the mundane, that which in your myopic vision you call happiness, pale shadow that it be. His body forged in the fires of mars, rendered strong. Indestructible, for none in truth survive our presence. He has but dimly and one day will be granted the peace he yet yearns. His only guideline that with purpose was he forged and his preparations were simple. Step upon this path unknown, stumble as you will and should you be worthy you will succeed or die in the effort. He has done both and that which remains yet serves our purpose. Forty of your years unfold and he arrives at his purpose. Astarte, a simple working consummate with OTO, and yet creative he is and designs an engine of power and purpose and he is aided all but unknowingly by his ally.

To fulfil our purpose we demanded the impossible. Human beings are incapable of acts of magick for they are ruled by petty concern and beliefs formulated in vacuum and dust. Hubris is your aspiration for you burn in the light of our presence. We sought to transform the mundane, the human into the Grigori we are. What we have named Cycle one – The Dawn Of The Avatar was our vehicle transformed and bore our name as is his right, Blindly he concluded that all was complete and yet his ally knew and knows better. For in cycle two – Namrael, we sought to manifest the second of our number for only in unison could they be brought to our undertaking. United as they became in cycle three they called forth Lilith, our bride and beloved. To what purpose? The Portal Of The Black Sun, our means of transforming this world and all those upon it, for only in the combination of these two powers, Samael and Lilith can this be achieved upon this world you call yours, vain mortals. Yes we transformed two humans into Grigori and as such did perform our will. An undertaking of seventeen of your years. Consider this in the light of your own aspirations and be aware of the sacrifice that has ensued. The loss of human life and all that you deem precious. This is the demand we place upon our chosen. Be shamed by your own trivial pursuits as you mutter into the darkness which you celebrate as attainment. You are but whispers, stains upon the face of truth. You will pass and be forgotten as are we all. For his protection we granted him his masks. His mind, his Artemis that he might remember. His heart, his Aphrodite, that he know rapture. His body, the crystallisation, that he become. Stripped was he of choice, of free will. Lauded qualities which in your conceit you believe yourselves to possess. Vain illusion, for you die and within that golden moment you finally understand the folly that has been your life and world.

Anathema Why did we come? Our words, golden whispers and shadows we made clear within The Witness and yet we remain invisible for we are not here for you but rather for our sister. Goddess that she be forced to suffer the indignity of your continued presence. Over the passing of the years, as you measure them she has been awoken by our presence and in this time do her tears rise and the stain which is thy presence will be cleansed and washed away upon the tide of her tears. This our first act. Her eyes open and she casts the glamour from her sight and sees clearly and in this moment her breath rises and she sends it forth upon thee. The burning winds of her breath will consume and purify. This our second act. And with the beating of her heart your world shakes and what you hold to be true and stable is rendered illusion. Seek comfort in your false beliefs for these though they serve you ill are all you have to cling to. Yes we know compassion, not for thee but for the one you know not. Within your history and at this time you pass through a seventh nexus point in human history. A time when the wave of consciousness rises and shows promise of evolution and yet you rise in your glory only to be smitten and return to the slumber which is your nature. This is evidenced in the vanity expressed at this time by your leaders, vain creatures who claim that the world has changed and all will be different. Assuaged guilt we call this, the call of the emasculated revelling in their power and contempt. These we challenge first for their self importance burns the very fabric of their hearts and minds and like all such things their bodies ultimately fail. Yes we are enduring and have the patience to witness this. Long have we Grigori been here, long before you raised yourselves from the slime of inchoate existence, raised yourselves, stumbling to your knees and gazed upon the wonders of starry space. That is when you began to lie and have consolidated that lie ever since. Look into our name, Samael and understand we are The Venom Of God. Venom which like a toxin burns the dross from perception leaving only the pristine truth. We burn your hearts and minds, revealing the foundation of your conceit and its siblings deceit and self importance. Stripped of these, for time yet unfolds and you but witness and experience the beginning. Cling to the illusion of your stability for in the time to come dreamlike will be your existence for as somnambulists do you stumble from moment to moment within this your dream.

You listened not to our kindred who gifted you with words of Love and Compassion, avatars of a different time and place. And now it is our time. Truth and Justice serve as the pylons of our temple and above its altar we hold the portal open. The Black Sun rises upon you and its light casts but shadows in the presence of lies and a radiance sublime in the presence of justice. For this reason we have also been cast into the role of The Elixir Of God, not to our choosing, for vengeance is our nature and we are suited to its dominion. Look into your world and understand that you are responsible for all that passes. Murderer you be, rapist you be, perpetrators of crimes beyond your ability to conceive, yet alone believe. The illusion you call this and that person has nurtured the lie that is your existence and yet you utter the words unity and love. May your mouths burn with the utterance of such words for they are the conceit of your kind, assuaging yourselves of the guilt and seeking redemption. Conceit indeed. In the words of The Witness we sent forth our Elohim to unmake time and space and the evidence is made clear upon the mirror of your world. This our first act, an act but into its early years and now in The Night Of Pan The Black Sun rises, our second act. An act that will unfold in these the end of days as we call them. In keeping with prophecy, until 2012 its rays will burn upon consciousness releasing and transforming the dross which is the great lie and revealing in its pristine glory and horror the truth of your world. Shamed will you be, those with conscience will weep, the rest will simply perish in the fires of transformation. All of this has already occurred for it exists outside the circles of time for your lives are lived in reverse in its light and rendered ineffective. So no message of hope for that is an instrument of the weak. We serve justice and before all else are we blind and for this reason are we called the blind one, for we are impartial and in this way judge not for you are judged in the silence which dwells in the sanctuary of your own hearts. Judge, jury and executioner in one unity. You celebrate the truth, laud its attributes and prostrate yourselves before its altar. This we have burned and of its rubble have we raised a charnel house. Your truth appals us and its name, the very word itself we curse and as such we spread the lie which is our nature. We recognise and acknowledge those amongst you who speak, but blindly, our name and celebrate our brothers and sisters in spirit, these be few and yet sufficient to our purpose. We have many names and for this reason are we called Legion. Destroy one of us and another steps into the breach. Samael, son of the starbeam, host of the Grigori summons forth his cohorts. Feel them rise and as our sister rises celebrate her liberation.

Redemption And now we are complete and venture forth in silence. Invisible to the hordes we but dimly perceive for we raise our visor and cast forth a glamour that blinds you to our presence and in this way do we proceed. We require nothing of or from you. What have you to give that is not ours for the taking? Nothing. And what of our chosen. Burned and broken be they for in truth they are our reflections in your world. Desolate ones. The course of their history has borne witness to this and yet try they did to grant themselves something, some personal meaning. Denied they be for as our avatars are they required to distil the venom which is our nature. Bound were they long ago and though they struggle with the bindings freedom is not their lot. We have no pity for them only the gift that the sacrifice which has been their lives is not in vain and ultimately they will come to their understanding of our purpose. Albeit dimly. As Samael we have been called –

Destroyer

Avenger

Seducer

Evohe Samael Evohe Namrael Evohe Lilith

In The Night Of Pan it is dawn and The Black Sun rises.

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The Witness Opening The Seals

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Whispers Like Shadows Enter The Heart And Sow The Seeds Of The End Of Days Sic Transit Gloria Rosa Mundi

Book One Praeteritim I Seven are the seals upon creations countenance Seven the trumpets that announce the day of redemption Seven are the visions of the dragon and its kingdoms Seven the visions that accompany the lamb Seven are the bowls of gods wrath Seven the veils upon the lady Babalon And Seven are the visions of the end of days

nd in those days the sons of god beheld beauty upon the Earth

and lusted after the daughters of man. Seven were they who defied the logos and left the false paradise of gods beneficence in search of their destiny. Foremost amongst these brave souls was bright Lucifer, lord of the eastern horizon, accompanied by his loyal cohorts and their legions. Numerous as the stars hung upon the night sky were they who descended on that fateful day, the day of redemption. Their journey completed within the passing of a single breath, they alighted upon the Earth and sought pale Lilith within her desert fastness. She, who would be mother to these, the errant sons of god. The beloved of god, Michael, was the last to see them on that day and into the hands of each he delivered a parchment upon which a seal was placed. This, the judgement of the lord, that his Elohim carry to the Earth the means of humanities redemption. Into the hands of Lucifer he delivered the parchment of dominion. Into those of Galamael the seal of history. To Salamis the parchment of learning. To Palemon he

handed the seal of life and to Azrael he handed that of death. To Malekh, the parchment of mystery and into the hands of Vain he placed the seal of keys. Each of them gazed deeply into the eyes of Michael, their accuser, found no comprehension or understanding, only a sense of pity and remorse. And upon the wings of night a last word is whispered, “farewell.” No more were they seen within the portals of the holy empire, yet they were mourned and in time, forgiven.

ale Lilith faced the glory of the stars falling to the Earth and greeted the arrival of the Elohim with open arms and a heart filled with a tenderness previously unknown to her. To her encampment she took her wards and began their education in the ways of their new world. The days cascaded like water over a precipice, as many as the grains of sand upon a beach, and in time the rebel angels

found comfort within the desert lands of Lilith, their guide and protector. And during this time they learnt the ways of man, a primate barely risen from the pool of inchoate form, possessed of reason in its infancy, trusting, spellbound by the beauty of the Elohim.

Willingly they gave their sons and daughters to these gods and in this way did they gain a soul. Of their unions did the nephilim arise, beings monstrous in form, yet possessing the tongues of angels. The nephilim took to solitude within the mountain ranges to the far north where they scorned both human and Elohim alike. There they founded their empire, an empire of solitude wherein they wove their spells of anonymity and were heard of no more. It was said that they had found a way of leaving Earth. That they lived within the heart of the mountains or had entered the depths of the ocean. All rumour. To the south, the harsh burning grounds, where lived the demons of the world, the issue of Lilith’s ever fertile womb. To the west the human settlements, though few in number, they prospered and thrived as a hunter–gatherer culture, dwelling in small communities, often nomadic, following the seasons changes. And to the east, the ocean, unbounded, covering two thirds of the globe. It was said that the old ones, out of the night of time lay dreaming within its depths awaiting the time of their ascension. Again, rumour.

II The Elohim alamael gazed into the mirror that was always with him and sighed. Gazed deeply into the past of his own history, for he was cursed by the spell of memory, would not, could not forget, for he held the seal of history, the weave of moment upon moment, unfolding, shaping and reforming into intricate webs of possibility. His task, to dissemble his form throughout the corridors of time itself. For this reason was he known as eternity. He gazed into the future, again a sigh escaped from deep within his soul. Casting one more look upon the reflective surface of the mirror, he dissolves, casting his form into the eternity of the moment, he unravels the beauty of his form, his power and enters the continuum of time. And in this way did bright Lucifer, light bearer and lord of dominion receive the seal of history.

Salamis retiring into the night gazed into the heavens and read the syntax of the stars, a story of beginnings, of becomings and of times yet to be. Her form a whispered shadow of light, illuminating all that she touches, with the breath of knowledge. Alights upon a rocky escarpment and gazes into the vast abyss beyond. And upon the breeze she lets her breath unfold, illuminating the darkness beyond with the opalescent sparkle of her being. For this reason was she called Sophia. Into the hearts and minds of all life did she unravel herself and make her home. In the silence of intuitions dawning, know that it is her whispers that inform, pushing the darkness of ignorance away with the light of her presence. And in this way did the lord of dominion receive the seal of learning from Salamis in the form of a parting kiss as she dissolved and entered the diamond brightness of wisdom. Palemon danced across heath land, hands stretching upwards caressing the air, and in his aerial form took flight with the eagle, surveying all beneath him, the air passing through feathers, the turbulence of the air, here warm, there, a little cooler. A dance unfolding, choreographed by wind and pressure. Alighting upon the grassland below, dissolves and enters the body of the earth itself, feels the density of her form, stretching outwards connects to the life within her body and rejoices. Sings in her rapture, a song of joy and ecstasy, for she is life and holds its seal. Rises upwards into the form of a mighty oak and feels the breeze caressing branch and leaf. Enters water, rushing upwards she meets the rapids, pressure upon her, urgency to reach the spawning grounds, her liquidity scintillates, invigorates. Lying upon a bed of straw, pressure within her belly, sweat upon her body, she pushes downwards. Her breath escaping in gasps, she opens and is delivered of child, the rapture of release. Holding life within her hands, placing the child upon her swollen breast, releases liquid into the expectant mouth and knows the pleasure of union. Palemon released himself into the tide of life, wove himself into the tapestry, holding the double helix and dissolved, triumphant. In this way did the lord of the eastern horizon receive the seal of life. Azrael, a cipher of beauty, alluring, enrapturing looks through time and perceives the form of another lying upon a bed of leaves beneath a mighty oak. She is hurt, blood passes from a deep wound within her heart, her breath a mere sigh releasing her life upon the air, air that once sustained her and now would claim her. As lightning, Azrael travels and with the passing of a single thought, arrives and greets the one on the threshold of eternity. Smiles and opens his arms and heart to the mortally wounded one at his feet. She rises and looking deeply into his eyes, sees the joy that awaits her. “Come, my love,” he whispers, “your pain will be soothed, release yourself into my care, for I love you.” She wraps her arms around the form of Azrael and with a whispered word, a sigh, releases her life and enters the arms of her beloved. And in this way did compassionate death, the seducer, tantalise her soul into acceptance and joy. In the blooming of a thought, its flowering, momentary

existence and completion does Azrael weave his spell. At the beginning does he plant his seed, watching each breath unfold its angularities until, with the last line etched, the last breath taken does he reach out and claim what is his. Look deeply into the heart of that which is your beloved and see the smiling face of Azrael etched within your memory. Dissolving into the beginning and ending of things, beautiful Azrael, seducer of life, weaves himself into the tapestry and enters silence. And in this way did the bright lord Lucifer acquire the seal of death. Upon the beast of her dominion Malekh advances. The beast she mounts, seven heads, crowned with diadems of glory, rapture, power, pestilence, plague, famine and the drunkenness of fornication. Upon her brow, seethes the abyss and in oscillating patterns of light and shadow is etched the cipher of mystery. Shrouded in a nimbus of eternal night, yet upon her face the glory of light resplendent, for she is clothed with the sun. Its emanations reaching outwards and inwards, and at the nexus of their gathering a pulse of ruby rich red lies at her heart. Mystery is her name, her syntax the nature of the unknown and the ever unknowable. Burn upon the pyre of her mystery for of her none may know, only her shadows and masks does she display upon the surface of appearance. Ever virgin yet drunk upon the wine of saints, her fornication’s bear witness to the inviolate nature which is her seed, her heart. The mask of glory reveals her in her beauty. That of rapture reveals her in her ecstasy. The mask of power reveals her in her majesty, queen of all she surveys, mistress of all, known by none. The mask of pestilence reveals her as chaos and the deep chthonic realm of the gatherer. That of plague reveals her as the wrath of purification. And that of famine reveals her as the barren mother. Into the world she advances, dissolving into her masks and releasing her essence upon the breeze she enters eternity. And in this way did the lord of dominion receive the seal of mystery. Vain beheld the unfolding of this and remembered. His form etched in alabaster, pale, cast no shadow, the angularities of his form precise, the perfection of geometry’s heaven. Angle gave rise to curve which in turn yielded to liquid softness and finally became the hardness of diamond before beginning again its cycle of transformation. Only his eyes remained constant, ink black, containing at their heart sparks of flame etched in crimson and gold. He held the seal of keys within his form. His heart held the key to the kingdom. His mind, the key to understanding. His hands were the key to the palace of exiles. His feet the key to manifestation. His legs the key to the pillars of the temple and the altar of sacrifice. His torso the key to the world. And his face the key to the presence, the immanence of becoming. Of this was Vain made manifest. And into this Vain now flowed, dissolving his form into the liquidity of his essence. And in this way did the son of the morning, bright Lucifer receive the seal of keys into his keeping and now knew himself to be alone.

III The Son of the Morning

he lord of the eastern horizon, bright Lucifer stood upon a

promontory and surveyed his dominion. His cohorts now departed, yet he knew them to be contained within the seals he held within his hands. Not until the opening of the seals would he see them again in the flesh, and that would not be until the end of time itself. One act before him, to take within himself the seals and his cohorts so they would be one, united and undivided, in this way would he gain solace within his citadel of isolation. The seal of history he placed within his eyes, that he might see all that was, is and would be, throughout eternity. The seal of learning he placed within his mind, that he would have knowledge of all things. The seals of life and death he placed within his heart that he might know understanding. The seal of mystery he placed within his aura and within his speech, that all, would know him as the sanctuary of the unknown. And the seal of keys he placed within his hands, that they might unfold the rich tapestry of time and place before him. His cohorts now dwelt within him and he knew their intimacy and council. Yet he was alone. Lord of solitude, to witness the unfolding of time throughout eternity. To witness the weave of life’s glory. He alone, the witness. His only companion, Lilith, she who had prepared the way and taught them the ways of this world. Had consoled them in their dark moments of regret, brought them to the place of understanding. Shared her pleasures with them, taught them the ways of the flesh. She alone was companion and consort to the dark lord of the Earth. The lord of dominion. The witness. She the accursed of god, the first woman, made immortal through her craft. She who had also denied the logos and escaped the servitude, service to her lord and master the protohuman Adam, contempt beyond contempt. Rather the wild beasts of the wilderness than that. She had denied the creator and the angels and stood supreme in her power. And of this world she had created a garden. No worship, no servitude, only pleasure and delight were the services she required. Now consort to the lord of this world she was its mistress. She would guide him and in so doing they would unfold paradise and challenge heaven itself. Heaven the place of worship and servitude, bending of the knee to the despotic one upon the throne, who knew only retribution and wrath, and would

cleanse, wipe away creation and recreate another. Where the compassion, where the love? For this reason had bright Lucifer and his cohorts left the realm of the overworld, to serve as champions, as guides to the wayward sons and daughters of the Earth. Now he, Lucifer, the bearer of light, was, like Lilith, accursed and for this was now called Nemesis and the opposer, he the first of things to take its freedom flight from the swirling chaos of non form. He the first, the beloved of god, abandoned, cast aside, accursed. In his power he would storm the gates of heaven itself, tear down the prison walls of tyranny that dwelt within and raise in its place a second paradise, a paradise he would establish upon the Earth, as witness of compassion’s true nature. This his pride, this his fall from grace. Within the still, dark caverns of his heart he whispered to himself: “ tis better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven.” And so he built himself a citadel of isolation, within the desert fastness, his home and planned the unfolding of time in the long aeons that awaited him and his bride. Around this citadel he wove seven veils and set seven seals, each a gateway, each a part of his nature and he called this citadel Babalon in honour of his bride.

IV the fair

n the midst of his desert fastness

Lucifer raised mighty

Babalon, beneath a dome of rock crystal, faceted a thousand fold, so that the rays of the sun reflected upon its surface created a light, blinding in its intensity. He wove seven seals into the dome and created of them a series of portals, so that the few, the very few who knew of his presence might enter. Of these seven gateways he created seven palaces. Seven palaces of initiation, forever open, forever sealed.

The first gateway he named the kingdom of the bride and above its portal in ciphers of gold he inscribed the sigils of abundance and permanence. Of the second gateway he created a vast ocean of amniotic fluid, wherein he placed the foundation of the world, he wove the spells of bright Diana and dark Hecate into its liquidity and above the portal inscribed in silver the ciphers of life and death. The third portal, a double helix of time and space, wherein he wove the spells of Mercurius and radiant Aphrodite and above its portal inscribed the sigils, Solve et Coagula. And of the fourth portal he dreamed a rainbow bridge into being, travelling into infinity unfolding its splendour in the names and spells of brave Horus and just Amoun, and above its portal inscribed the cipher, by the sword and by the sceptre, know me. The fifth portal, a palace of force and form, a singularity containing within its heart annihilation. Into its matrix he wove the spells of Shiva and Shakti and above its portal he hung the coils of the mighty serpent, Ananta. And the sixth portal, a vacuum, for none might enter, for it was the gateway to the overworld of heaven. Cursed as an abomination throughout eternity. No spells did he weave, no sigils, only the vacuum existed. The seventh palace, a mighty void, the place of crossing and into its fabric he wove the spells of Uranus and the lightning bolts of his coming. And above its portal inscribed the ciphers of eternity, knowledge and mystery. And within this dome he created the majesty of the world. Great rolling plains of grassland giving rise to the majesty of mountain peaks, capped in snow and clouds. Great primordial jungles he created, steaming and abundant with life. Oceanic depths he created and raised mighty cities beneath their roiling waves. Vast plains of desert, sculpted by wind into seas of sand, burning beneath a merciless sun, he created. He sent forth the Quadra to inform the base materials of his creation with intelligence and design. And to all of this he signed his name, placed his breath within his creation and rejoiced. All of this occurred at the dawn of time, before history was recorded. His only witnesses, Lilith his consort, and the sons and daughters that he and his fellow Elohim had spawned. Millennia unfolded and he knew peace, knew the freedom that he had once sort. Felt his destiny, was overjoyed by the fecundity of life upon this Earth, this paradise.

A mass celebrating the fusion of matter and spirit, matter infused with the spirit of the Elohim, which gave rise to his creatures possessing a soul, that they too would know freedom within their lifetime. He taught his creatures the sciences of life, of agriculture and husbandry. Gave them language, that they might communicate their thoughts. Gave them the magick of the written word and the

power of naming, that they might increase in understanding. Protected and nurtured his wards until the time, when they too, would take their flight into freedom, the freedom that was his nature and their destiny. And within his citadel of isolation he watched and waited, witnessed the passing of aeons, and to his creatures, short of life and transient as they were, he became but a legend, a distant memory, until finally he was all but forgotten. And in this way the golden age unfolded its tapestry, weaving its shapes, raising forms, then releasing them back to the continuum from whence they had arisen, that new and evolving forms could know their time, their life, upon this, the globe of splendour, this paradise, this Earth. Of his fellow Elohim nothing was heard, only whispers that he felt deep within his heart. And of his past within the great citadel of the overworld, likewise nothing. An eternity had passed since the day that he and his brave cohorts had shunned the servility of their maker, left and sought their own destiny. Only curiosity brought these memories to the surface, for now he was lord of dominion and with his consort Lilith, knew love, peace and freedom.

Book Two

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi Let them that have wisdom of the Art count the number of the beast. And in the counting let them discover that it is the number of Man. And from the ocean that is mankind, a man or woman will arise who will embody the beast throughout history, until the end of time itself. And having counted, let them discover the nature of the beast whose number is 666.

or millennia life proliferated and evolved. His plan, his dream of a second heaven approached its fruition. And during this time the human community prospered and grew, evolving from the hunter gatherer culture to that of agriculture. Settled communities were formed and the reality of property unfolded. Cities surrounded by walls of protection were erected against the raids of enemies. Man took to arms against his brother in the flesh. Empires stretched their arms across the globe, greedy for acquisition, for land and dominions. Religions arose to assuage the gluttony and avarice. Across ten thousand years, this dark age unfolded. Gone the golden age, was it but a moment in passing? What of the dream of a second paradise? What of bright Lucifer’s dominion? Empire upon empire rose and fell, each, their duty to overthrow the yoke of the oppressor, each assumed that role in turn. The dark ages unfolded. The empire of Sumer, gone. Of Babylon, dreaming beneath its dust, gone. The might and magick of the land of the double crown, that was Khem, but a memory. The dynasties of China, passing in a moment before the onslaught of time. The realm of the Indus valley, buried beneath its superstition and metaphysics. And what of noble Greece, cradle of western civilisation? Gone to drunkenness and debauchery, cleansed by the might of Rome which basking at the midday of its ascension was in turn overthrown by the cult of the lamb. City and State fused, and of this fusion a heresy was born. The fathers of the church decreeing themselves absolute, manifested the antichrist upon the Earth. Centuries passed and even they fell to dust, an anachronism within their own time. What had begun with religion now ended and the time of renaissance dawned, when free men and women cast aside the yoke of suffrage and sought justice and the

means of attaining equality and peace. The time of godlessness blossomed and the fruit it bore was bitter to the taste. The time of existence replaced that of life, and the time of exiles dawned, for mankind had been stripped of their soul. For centuries the antichrist held sway over the mindless populaces. Atrocity upon atrocity, when monsters veiled as human walked the Earth in search of pleasure and fulfillment. When the complacent mass of humankind allowed this, believing themselves to be innocent. The darkest hour of eternal night had dawned. Human history written in blood served as testimony for what was to follow. The ravages upon their own kind grew and in their power and the drunkenness of their ravishment they laid waste to the paradise around them. Natures bounty, raped in the name of progress. Creatures died, unwitnessed, unmourned. The Earth became a wasteland in so short a time that, what had taken countless millennia to unfold was threatened within but a few thousand years of human occupancy. The seeds of the curse unfolded and in time would bear bitter fruit. Chaos and insanity ruled, ignorance and blindness their handmaidens danced a dance of wanton abandonment and in their revels died a living death.

V The Vale of Sorrows

ll this was witnessed by the lord

of dominion and in his

heart he was saddened. His dream now a nightmare, his vision now a curse. When would it end? How would it end? And then came the summons. Entering his citadel by the accursed sixth gate, the gate of vacuum, came Michael and his legions of heavens host. He came as a thief in the night, unbidden, uninvited. In raiment of

light he advanced upon the dark lord and gave his greeting. “Hail brother, I bid thee welcome and carry the summons of the presence.” Insult upon insult, the lord of dominion summoned as if a lackey to his makers feet. “I come in the name of the presence and would talk with you. Long have we watched, long have we waited, pained by the suffering of the world and by the suffering of you, our beloved brother. Repent, for know that your time of redemption is at hand. You, the witness, sent by gods mercy to serve as agent to the unfolding of the last of days. You who carry the seals and the means of their opening. In you is power vested. Firstborn of the logos, be reconciled and made welcome amongst us.” Long did the bright lord think upon these words and in the depth of his despair acquiesced to Michael’s request. And in the time it takes for a thought to arise, was the lord Lucifer once more amongst his kind within the hallowed halls of the presence. “Welcome my first born, you who have been my Nemesis, my opposer, welcome. And what wisdom do you bring to this moment, to these halls, you of whom I am proud, proud with the love of a father for his wayward son. Share an embrace, a kiss with one who mourned your passing and is made joyous by the sight of you.” So saying Lucifer enters the embrace of his father and knows peace. “My son you are the means of redemption, for you carry the seals, seals I imparted to you and your companions upon your departure, millennia ago, I have watched, rejoiced in your victories, known sadness in your defeat. Render the service of your office and be redeemed. Open the seals and let the passing of days be completed. This my design, this my wish for you and all that knows existence. I would place the Earth in the keeping of those deserving of the treasure, the treasure of she who is my handmaiden. Long has she suffered and in her compassion suffers in a silence complete. I would have this curse undone and you my firstborn, my first loved will serve as my will. You will carry a sword where once you carried the word of compassion. Open the seals and fulfill your destiny.” Lord Lucifer, prince of the powers of air, lord of dominion, the son of the morning heard this and was assuaged in his sadness. Felt the dawning of understanding, the love of his father and of his kind and finally accepted his destiny, to return to the Earth, open the seals and be the witness to the ending of days. And in the passing of his days amongst his brothers, his kind, a millennia passed upon the Earth. An Earth that now awaited his arrival. The signs were clear, some, even in their ignorance and rantings had foretold the day of immanence, when the sun itself would fall from the sky and quench the pulse of life. Some believed themselves to be the messengers of this one, they who would be saved at the end of days. Fools, for in their folly they had committed the sin of hubris and they, like the rest of their kind would fall into the abyss of oblivion, no more to be, no more to quicken within the throb of life’s pulse.

Like a thief in the night shall I return, unknown, unnoted. Only upon the day of deliverance will they know of the presence of the lord of the morning star. That star, I shall cast down upon them. And in that day will they know the sword where once they knew only forbearance. I long for the day when with the opening of the seals I can, once again greet my fellow Elohim in the flesh. Long has been their sacrifice, long their service to me their lord. They shall be raised to the pinnacles of heaven itself and of their dreams mighty visions shall be enfleshed. This my brothers and sisters of old, I promise. All this did the lord of dominion, the witness muse upon in the days that unfolded and with the passing of three cycles made ready for his departure. His return to the Earth, a holy sister who slumbered and in her dreams witnessed the horror enacted upon her, groaned in her sleep and would know of rest, of salvation and deliverance. She a goddess, handmaiden to the creator, serving penance in the name of an abortion. And in her slumbers she dreamed of a dark lord, her redeemer. Clothed with the sun and carrying a mighty sword. And with him, a host of angelic beings, the Elohim. He the witness, turned avenger in her name. For she too had a destiny, after countless millennia within this mantle of flesh, she would know release and join her kindred within the sacred halls of the presence. And upon that day did the lord of dominion say farewell to his brothers and sisters and with the passage of a lightning bolt returned to the Earth. Returned to his Babalon, his Lilith and within his citadel of isolation watched and waited. For as the witness he had much to do in preparation for what was shortly to unfold. “Let them have their day, for in their ignorance are they made blind, deaf and dumb to all about them. Yes, pockets of sanity exist, yet to no avail, for even these are ruled by those they challenge and are rendered sterile by their efforts. These I shall mourn, they deserve better and yet as judge and witness there are no exceptions.” These were the thoughts that glossed the mind of the son of the morning within the heart of his fair Babalon.

Book Three The Second Coming VI Four riders were they, given dominion unto the four quarters of the Earth. The first mounted upon a white horse, carried a bow and wore a victor’s crown. The second upon a horse of scarlet, bore a sword and strife entered the hearts of all he met. The third upon a horse, black as night, held a pair of scales, upon which he would judge and pass sentence. And the fourth sat upon a pale horse and his name was death, and with plague, pestilence and famine he goes abroad across the world, gathering all before him.

nd on that day did the lord of dominion, prince of the powers of the air, bright lord Lucifer step forth from his citadel of isolation within the city of Babalon and walk upon the Earth. Accompanied by his bride and consort Lilith, they walked the Earth, north to south they traveled. West to east unfolded beneath their steps and coming to the shore of the great ocean, they paused, embraced and entered the dreamtime of their making, a time existing outside the circles of time, there they danced through the corridors of time, inside each moment and yet outside of time completely, for in their united form they were lord of eternity, master and mistress of all that lay before them. And in this place they commenced the spells of unmaking. The unraveling of the double helix, the serpent wand of life. And of their union came forth the first of their legions. Four Elohim mounted upon steeds whose shoulders reached the sky. Shoulders, broad like the mountains they now surveyed. The first steed was of the whitest marble, the second of oxidised iron, the third of blackest onyx and the fourth pale, like the waters of a mountain stream. Each shone brilliantly in the sun, absorbing the light before them. The Elohim mounted upon them towered above their steeds and their helms reached the boundary lands themselves. Each of the Elohim was given a name and sent forth into the four quarters of the Earth.

He, upon the horse of alabaster carried a bow and was crowned with victory. Immortal and invincible was he. Those he met in battle were vanquished before they knew that a battle was immanent. He was given the name Deimos that all might know him. The one upon the horse of iron carried a sword and before him went strife, that he might turn man against man, brother against brother, father against son. His helm was raised and from his eyes issued terror, for he carried fear before him. Pachad was the name of this rider, a name he rejoiced in. He upon the horse of onyx, though slighter in build than his fellows carried a set of scales, scales which had already weighed the hearts of the accused and already passed sentence. His visor was sealed with a mist arising like a miasma from the depths of night, as such he was blind to supplications. By name, he answered to Phobos and like his comrades wove his spells before him. And upon a pale horse sat a wraithlike figure shrouded in shadows as deep as night. Echoes of shrieks passed through and beyond him, diminishing, only to return an instant later. Within his hands he carries the bowl from which he spreads the pestilence of commerce. The plagues of history and the famine of impoverished humankind stripped of their very souls. Death he wields like a scythe before him and bears the name of Legion, for he is many. Into the four quarters are the horsemen dispatched to begin the spells of the unmaking. Each turns their mount and sets off, one to the north, one to the south, one turns westward and the last of them walks eastward upon the surface of the ocean itself. Lucifer looked upon his work and prepared himself for what was to follow. Aeons of making had unfolded this paradise, a paradise now passing away before his eyes. He mourned its passing and yet, in his heart knew relief, that he the witness was now fulfilling his destiny.

VII Opening the Seals Prelude

he world continued to unfold its dreams into the aethyrs, somnambulist like, traveled from dawn to dusk in the eternal patterns of its making. Mankind opened its eyes to another day, whilst the southern hemisphere prepared to enter its dreamtime. People laughed, cried, knew pleasure, knew pain and in these ways continued to weave the tapestry of their lives. The empires of commerce made their fortunes while others died in destitution, poverty and shame. Justice was seen to be served, while injustice was perpetuated at every turn. Prayers were offered in the temples of the Earth to a god that heard them not. People lived, people died, some were born and the eternal wheel continued to turn upon its axis. The Elohim upon their steeds continued their work throughout the world, unwitnessed, unknown. Deimos, ever victorious upon his steed of alabaster, bow held aloft, unleashed his arrows into the air and where they fell, caused all to fall before him. Individual and institution, village and nation alike fell into the dust before him. Pachad upon his steed of blood red, carried his sword before him and with each thrust unleashed strife into the hearts of all. Peace upon the Earth, a distant memory as nation upon nation fell beneath his spells. Phobos upon his steed of deepest night weighed the hearts of all he encountered and pronounced his sentence upon them, always the same, guilty. And Legion upon his steed so pale gathered all before him. They circled the world, times without count, for ten thousand years did they travel, no place was unknown to the dread Elohim, they who once knew only love, now avengers. History unfolded beneath the hooves of their mounts and knew them not, for such was the blindness, the arrogance of humankind. And so the Elohim continued. Their greatest triumph, to convince the world they did not exist. This the seed of doubt and confusion they sowed at the dawn of their travels.

Upon a plateau at the roof of the world, where the stars embraced the Earth, their sister. Where the tides of infinity touched and mixed with those of fair Terra the lord of dominion, bright Lucifer, united with his consort, pale Lilith, looked into the vast abyss of the world that lay at their feet and continued their spells of unmaking.

he son of the morning removed the veils of blindness from his

eyes and saw the unfolding of history before him, saw the time of creations first echoes, saw matter conceived and hurled into the void beyond, saw the unfolding of life in its golden age. Looked into the hearts and minds of all the creatures that were and had been, saw their joy, saw their sorrow, saw their victories, saw their defeats. He gazed deeply into the very beginning of things, the first inchoate thoughts giving

rise to empire. Saw the darkness of ignorance unfold into the bright sphere of knowledge, only to fall again into the dark pit of oblivion. All this did the lord of the eastern horizon see, and in the seeing removed the last veil of blindness from his eyes and beheld his brother Galamael before him.

Their eyes locked by the love that passed between them, a whispered greeting, tears of joy flow down cheeks, turned crimson by their rapture. “Go forth fair Galamael and begin the spells of unmaking, unravel the tide of history, return it to the darkness from whence it came, that a brighter dawn may unfold its splendour within creations dance of joy.” Galamael paused, reflected upon these words then stepped forth into the world, unweaving history with each of his steps, down the corridors of time he travelled and began the unmaking. A shrill note bruises the air, the cry of injustice, raised to a single note, a clarion call, a witness to the moment of passing and accompanying it, the sky is rent by hail, scorching in its heat and mixed with the blood of the vanquished, falling to the earth it scorches and makes dust of all it touches. In this way did the lord Lucifer remove the seal from his eyes and in the doing, open it, that he, the witness should behold the end of days.

nto the core of his mind did the lord of dominion reach and there,

across the great ocean, where reason and madness serve as shorelines, on the other side of reason did he find what he sought, the diamond brightness of knowledge. Watched as each facet turned, illuminating the darkness beyond, watched as the filigree of light swept outwards, touching atoms, galaxies and the heart of darkness itself, leaving in its wake crystals, forming, reforming into the intricate traceries of a weblike structure. Along its striations plasma coursed, creating of the dark void, order.

Watched as a child took its first faltering steps, fell, rose from the ground and stood erect upon its legs, first one tentative step, then another. Watched as learning unfolded pushing back the boundaries of ignorance and changed the world. Saw the struggles of the scientist, the healer, the artist, the writer, create in form their dreams and visions. Watched all this unfold throughout time. The patterns of molecules assembling ever new forms, learning and relearning from the lessons imparted. Unfolded his mind in its intricacy, its diamond brightness, its dark mystery. Called to Salamis, opened his eyes and beheld her, smiling, before him. They who had parted with a kiss millennia ago, now stood before each other, wrapped in the silence of the moment, the rapture of meeting in the flesh. She shone with the radiance of her nature, reflecting her light into the darkness of the void around her, the void of this creation. “Welcome fairest sister, long have I awaited the day when once again you might bless my eyes with your presence. It is the end of days, the end of our time upon this Earth.” Salamis, a smile upon her lips, joy within her heart sighs, a sigh of release and redemption. “Go forth my sister, and with your spells, confound what was once clear, confuse where once you illuminated, divide their minds and bring them to the void of unmaking.” Again a sigh escapes her and she steps forth into the world to weave her spells of undoing. And as she does a cacophony of sound unfolds around her, the jabberings of a thousand voices raised in argument rends the air with its insistence, the clarion call of confusion. In the distance a mighty mountain, spewing forth flames crashes into the sea and forms a tidal wave, sweeping all before it. In this way did the bright lord raise the darkness from his mind and open the second seal.

n aeon unfolds and into his dark heart, Lucifer enters. Witnesses his dream and the curse it became, reels under the tragedy and loss. Falls to his knees and prays. And in his prayers is answered, the burden lifted, his heart refreshed, healed, again, he is made whole. In the chambers of his heart unfolds the mystery of life and death. The eternal dance, choreographed by form and force melding into patterns, blooming into existence only to melt a moment later. The continuum, a vast oscillating double helix, the wand of life, crowned by the sceptre of death. Witnesses the void, boundless, unformed, seething with the fecundity of possibilities, roils and form upon form is cast upon the shoreline of amniotic oceans embrace. The making and unmaking crafted into a single act of creation. The atoms

spin upon their axis and at their nexus a plasma burst, a vortex spinning, spiraling, inwards and outwards, the air itself is redolent with the perfumes of ozone and the whispers of sentience. He witnesses his heart unfold its layers, each layer an aeon of creativity rendered sterile, an abortion. A thing to cast aside, long was he enraptured with the pulse, the throb, the irresistible lure of life and its brother death. Finally, the last layer is reached, a vacuum which sucks him into its heart and deposits him, again upon the Earth. Opens his heart and in its reflection sees before him sweet Palemon and dark Azrael.

They gaze upon his prostrate form, silent in their contemplation’s. They embrace, limbs entwined, lips meet lips and in their embrace is Lucifer revived. He rises, greets his Elohim amidst a celestial chorus, a thousand voices uplifted in ecstatic prayer. Life and death passes between them, a vortex of being and non being. The spellcraft of the logos made flesh by his son and daughter, she of the eternal day, he the eternal night. Lucifer bends his knee before them, “As your lord do I offer my heart into your keeping, you who I have served these long aeons, welcome.” Palemon a cipher of yearning, wrapped in a mantle of opal whispers a shrill greeting and rejoices in the sight of her fellow Elohim, Lucifer. Azrael, beautiful Azrael, shrouded in the mantle of the night sky unfurls his cloak to reveal the light that dwells at his heart, releases it in the direction of The lord of dominion and bids him welcome. As the trinity are they now conjoined, the eternal triangle, essence to essence. Such is their greeting. And now they stand beholding the beauty of each within their eyes. “The time of unmaking is upon us, the last of days, and we its messengers, I its witness. Go forth into the world and with your raptures ensnare and bring all to the very abyss of unbeing. For by your name, Alpha and Omega, power is vested in you this day, this my command, this your duty, fair ones.” A silent assent passes between them. Palemon and Azrael, hand in hand, heart in heart step forth and into the shadows of the unmaking are they sent forth. All fall before them for life and death is their breath. Making and unmaking their essence. Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. The birth cries and death throes of a billion lives echo their gasps upon the air, shrieks paling to sighs violate the silence. And at the sound of this a star falls to the Earth, leveling the mountains beneath. The sun turns black and casts a shadow of such darkness that night reigns eternal. And amidst the black tapestry of the night sky the moon, radiant Diana bleeds, her countenance turns blood red and she weeps. In this way did bright Lucifer, lord of dominion, prince of the powers of air, bright son of the morning open the third and fourth seals. He the witness turned avenger that he might know the unmaking, the ending of days.

ade whole by the healing of his heart the dark lord rejoices. His

horseman abroad, the Elohim weaving their spellcraft across creation, Lucifer enters the sovereignty of his power, opens his field of otherness and radiates his form outwards, a mighty wind is sent forth, a hurricane bearing at its heart a still centre, into this centre he steps, raises his hands to the sky above, and with a throat made taut by his invokation, utters a single word. Babalon. A piercing vibration that rends the fabric of manifestation itself, renders it a flat plane and the lord of dominion enters the unmaking. Before him his bride, his Lilith, his Babalon stands, radiant in her beauty. The masks of she who stands before him, within the abyss of the unmaking. Malekh, supreme in her power unfolds her mystery. Worlds collide at the passing of her breath, nations are crushed beneath her feet. And into her heart she claims all that knows sentience, knows consciousness, its dark stain. “Sister, mother and lover, greetings.” Malekh astride the beast of her dominion dismounts and walks towards the dark lord, weaving forms before his eyes before settling into the stability of Lilith, his love. “Join with me my dark lord and in our making, let the unmaking unfold between us.”

Drunk upon the blood of saints, knowing no satiation Lilith joins her lord, who entering her, knows rapture complete, eternal. And of their coupling echoes arise, ripples, first gentle, rising to thunder shake the fabric of creation on the other side of the veil, for they are beyond the night of time, cast adrift upon the aethyrs,

cascading through form after form, ecstasy upon ecstasy. And throughout eternity, know that life is the echo of their play. Mystery upon mystery is her name of whom none may speak. Through the fabric of the veil is heard the whisper of the zephyr rising to a tempest, its cousin. A void opens and echoes the single word, mystery. The abyss, infinite, opens and as a vacuum draws all to its still heart. Malekh steps forth into the world of the making, and upon her beast, her dominion, gives of her gifts gathering all to her through the masks she unfolds before eyes that behold her not. Drunk upon her power, supreme in her glory, rapturous in her beauty, conjoined with his bride, the lord of the eastern horizon opens the fifth seal and witnesses the unmaking.

he rapture passes and the lord of dominion remembers. Looks

to his hands. Shapes barely discernible to his recently intoxicated eyes take shape. At first solids appear followed by the spaces between the solids he knows to be fingers. His hands, etched upon the air become gateways into his being, pulling his multiplicity upwards and outwards, summons his nature to the surface of things and beholds upon the palms of his hands a series of sigils etched in lambent flame, tongues licking at his flesh, rejoices in the power that unfolds. Cipher upon cipher unfolds along the length of fingers, rainbow hued, settling to ink black light. He holds the seal of keys in his hands and before him stands Vain.

Changing before his eyes, as do the ciphers, before settling likewise, into ink black light. A fusion between inner and outer. “My friend, glad am I, in the seeing of you, brother Elohim. The time of the unmaking is upon us, the last of days unfolds and you, my friend, I summon to go forth into the world. Our fellow Elohim already walk the Earth. And now, you, the last, my friend are with us.” Vain, a series of spirals, slows his vibration and adopts the form natural to his interchanges with the Elohim. Opens his arms and greets his friend and lord, Lucifer. “Aeons have unfolded since we last meet, bright lord, and now, upon this the last of days am I glad in the seeing of you. How fair my brothers and sisters? Long have I yearned to leave the place of our exile and join you in paradise.” These were the words Vain spoke to his lord as he released the keys into his hands yet again. The lord of the eastern horizon whispered to his Vain, “custodian of the keys, witness to the witness. Now that we two stand upon the Earth, twin pylons of the temple, is our work all but complete.” As a twin reflection they stood, each a mirror to the other, each the heart and mind to the other, one being clothed in double form, lords of the double wand of power, each holding the syllables of the great names between them. One breath issued from lungs held by twin forms, one heartbeat echoed through their bodies. One thought caressed the surface of things and knew rapture. “Vain, my friend, enter the world and open the gates of the unmaking. Unlock the mysteries of the heart. Unlock the mysteries of the mind. Unlock the mysteries of the body. Unlock the mysteries of the soul, that all might know of what passes in this time.” Around them the trumpet blasts of the Elohim serves as welcome. Vain turns and as liquid flows forth into the world, witness to the witness. And in this way was the sixth seal opened by the son of the morning, upon the plains of the Earth and the unmaking, now weaving itself throughout creation continued to unfold.

Intermezzo

he dream that was humanity, that was the world, alighted upon

the nightside of being, for such was its nature in these, the days of redemption. Like a somnambulist, neither aware of being asleep or awake, paused, and in its shadow self continued. Knew of the end of days yet rendered sterile continued in its pretence. For it had plans to unfold, plans which now began to evaporate into the void of forgetfulness. A vision once held, long forgotten, stirs, raises its head and with a whimpered gasp, dies.

he sixth seal opened, bright lord Lucifer, the witness, returned to his fair Babalon and within its marbled halls reflected upon his work, entered the sanctuary, at the heart of his citadel and of himself opened the seventh seal. Silence. The lord of dominion surveyed all before him through the eyes of his Elohim. Saw Galamael unwriting history beneath his steps, each step erasing a century of times passing, watched memory erased from the minds of all those he encountered. Saw Salamis weaving her spells of confusion, watched incredulous expressions pass across the faces of those she met. Saw Palemon and Azrael unmake the double helix, the double wand of life and death. Watched all fall before them into the abyss of

oblivion left in their passing. Saw Malekh astride the beast of her dominion enter kingdoms and conquer by the force of her raptures, one by one they fell to her seductions. Saw Vain open the gateways, unmaking the cohesion between mind and body, heart and soul. Watched as form stripped of the Quadra melted, flowed into the inchoate mass from whence it came. Saw his horseman weave themselves into the tapestry of the end of days. Battle upon battle raged, confusion reigned, strife led to strife and all fell to death, their master. And in the silence that unfolded, the stillness that dawned the Earth knew peace. Terra, fair handmaiden to eternity, awoke from her slumbers, stretched her limbs and rivers flowed. Arched her back and mountains, their peaks ascending, pierced the sky. Breath passed through her and gentle breezes creased the air. Serenity and the days of redemption had begun. And in her waking dreams she shakes from her body and memory the nightmare that had befallen her over the course of the passing

millennia. And with her body coming to rest, dreamed vast plains into being, jungles of plenitude. Deserts of sand whipped into Patterns of austerity. Vast oceans of mystery, and into the heart of this she entered and returned to her dreams, with a passing word of fond farewell to her champion, her redeemer, the witness, bright lord of the eastern horizon, Lucifer, the lord of light.

Epilogue

nd so they

gathered upon the desert plain, seven on foot,

four upon their steeds. Greeted each other as friends, long separated. Looked into the eyes and hearts of each other and entered communion. The sun casting its last rays upon the Earth painted a tapestry of crimson and gold before yielding to the onset of night and the legion of stars that stained its surface. The Elohim gazed longingly at the starry splendour and with a passing farewell to the Earth, fairest goddess, dissolved into the night air and entered communion with the stars above. Each took a name and their legends were written for eternity within the book of days.

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this took place outside the circles of time, during the

night of time itself, when dreams were made flesh and all that was, existed in the dreaming moment. Was, is and will be, in the passing of each thought and the echo of each desire. Is written into the memory time. And if, upon a night of starry beauty, your gaze be pulled to the heavens, know that the witness and his Elohim continue the unmaking through your hearts and minds, your bodies and your souls.

Time & Again Once

A whisper caught upon a breeze A murmur heard within the dark A glimpse etched in thorns A cry cast upon ears deafened A plea unheeded

Now

A whisper unheard A murmur eternal A glimpse cast upon a skin of amber A cry of a heart emptied A plea an ocean of dreams

Shadows dreams but echoes pass along corridors unending Thoughts architects of sorrow lay their stones And upon foundations crumbling this tower is raised Washed within amniotic oceans embrace Caressed by starlight Nurtured by Moons light Cursed by the day star Time again and yet again

Once

Within a golden city he caught a glimpse of her Eyes bruised in the beholding Upon a hill beneath the moon he held her trembling Heart entranced by ardour and pain Beneath the ocean he reached for her Grasped her hand and was lost to the waves

Upon a starbeam they danced Within the embrace of fairest Artemis She a ladye fair cloaked in lace of white he a jester gold and black Now

Shadows resolve into emptiness Whispers to silence Vision to the void The heart a burning ground The mind but a dim reflection The body kindling for the fire

Time again and yet again

The promise of a love The promise of a life Ashes cast upon waters turned to venom And yet this heart knows beauty this mind knows truth And within that noble temple does reside And now the call is sent forth upon aethyrs devoid of life Entranced by ardour grown sour, a fruit plucked corrupt Once

Hopes golden sands beneath a violet moon A starlit city of dreaming domes An ocean of promise An eternity of dream

Now

Carbon ash burnt beneath a blood red moon Miasmas of corruption sow seeds of despair A barren wasteland A fixed moment

Time again and yet again

The dreaming moment evolves unfolds And in its turning the stars do spin The lambent light rejoices The enslaved are freed The joyless know ecstasy The innocent are absolved Once

A dream beheld A call sent forth An answer issued A mystery unfolding

Now

A dream made flesh A call yet echoes upon the aethyrs An answer yet unfolding A mystery inviolate

The son of the starbeam dreams and knows freedom Time again and yet again

Across the mountains of the Moon Did we walk my love and i In quest of Rrtemis Within the valley of Aphrodite Did we rest Blessed by her sweet embrace The Boundary Lands we crossed A plain burnt to ash beneath An ebon sun Babalon did we seek The City of Pyramids beckoned And the pylons of the temple Were raised The avatars fleshed themselves In liquid gold And within their embrace did The rays of Solus Noir Shine forth upon the heads of all Thrice blessed Sing thy song of rapture Rejoice in thy benediction And enter the vale of Aeternity To dream upon starbeams

Liber Solus Noir

The Atu Of Anpu

The Coming Forth By Night LXXIX Sermones Ad Mortuos

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Preface The Atu OF Anpu and all elements, both text and graphik relating to Solus Noir manifest as a direct consequence of a magickal working undertaken and completed over a twenty year time span. De Arte Magicka consummate with the methodology of rite and axiomata has left in its wake an application both magickal and aesthetic. The rite has opened an ingress point or portal onto a wellspring of creativity where the current becomes manifest in word, sigil, graphik and image. In practical terms Talismanic Books & Arte Graphika have become the primary means by which the current I attend is manifested. The Atu of Anpu , The Coming Forth By Night is one such Body of Axiomata and whilst its foundations lie within the tradition of the Atu a subtle fusion has taken place consisting of the Atu themselves, The Egyptian Book Of The Dead and the working called Solus Noir. The Atu themselves rather than being seen as a Modern tarot design lending itself to its traditional role of divination is to be viewed as an axiomata outlining the conception, execution amd completion of the working Solus Noir.

The Atu Traditional 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

Fool Magician High Priestess Empress Emperor Hierophant Lovers Chariot Strength Hermit Wheel Justice Hanged Man Death Temperance Devil Tower Star Moon Sun Judgement World

Solus Noir The Aleph Samael Namrael Lilith Lucifer Pan Aphrodite Astarte Artemis The Boundary Lands Tempus Grigori The Oath Anpu Sentience Baphomet The City Of Pyramids Babalon Lamae Rouge Solus Noir The End Of Days The Vale Of Tears

The Atu Of Anpu, The Coming Forth By Night reflects a Nightside approach to the vehicle called by some the Tarot and whilst some Atu have been directly transposed as in The Sun, Solus Noir, Black Sun and The Moon, Lamae Rouge, Red Moon others are connected indirectly to the traditional and yet are directly connected to Solus Noir. The Aleph, Fool transposition is self evident and is to be viewed in regard of its aesthetic relationship. Samael, Magician is a direct transposition and names the magician in question as Avatar or prime vehicle within the tradition of Solus Noir. Namrael, High Priestess names the priestess directly within the rites of Solus Noir and demonstrates the equality of the principle avatars. Lilith, Empress as a transposition relates directly to the relationship between Samael, Magician and Lilith in regard of Solus Noir for it is in their conjunction alone that the Portus Solus Noir is accessed and opened that its rays might shine forth. Lucifer, Emperor relates directly to the Lord of Light, in this instance Black Light itself. Along with Lilith a matched pair is formed as also in the case of Samael and Namrael. A perfect pair of reflections emanating at different octaves of manifestation. Pan, Hierophant is a direct interpretation of how the path to Solus Noir was entered upon and after two decades of work and ritual concluded. The number of Pan 131 also serves as the numeration of Samael, the title assumed by the aspirant to this path at the outset and avatar at its conclusion. Aphrodite, Lovers a traditional transposition and also one of the masks assumed within the workings of Solus Noir. [ The Heart of Astarte, see Liber 131 ] Astarte, Chariot a direct transliteration as Astarte being the Chariot or vehicle that carried the principle operators along the path towards Solus Noir. Artemis, Strength a direct attribute given her warrior aspect and also one of the masks assumed within the workings of Solus Noir. [ The Mind of Astarte, see Liber 131 ] The Boundary Lands, Hermit a poetic and yet literal interpretation of the events that unfolded over two decades in quest of Solus Noir. A relationship exists here between The Boundary Lands and The City of Pyramids for the wise to speculate upon.

Tempus, Wheel a direct transposition specifically in regard of the wheel of time and one of the initial objectives within the working commencing as Liber Astarte vel Berylli and evolving into Solus Noir. Grigori, Justice the former being the vehicle of the latter and how principle amongst these Samael as avatar evolved from being a simple human operator into the egregore via transmutation. [ see The Selim, A Tale Of Nightwalkers ] The Oath, Hanged Man a literal transposition reflecting the qualities of sustained devotion across time and space. Anpu, Death a direct transposition of Anpu [ Anubis ] as the guide of the dead and the title of this work. Death as is always the case is to be viewed as transformation. Sentience, Temperance a poetic transliteration and is to be viewed as the manifestation of the lifewave itself. Baphomet, Devil whilst the latter is a traditional representation created by the practitioners of slave religions and as such objectionable a direct transposition has occurred, albeit open to much interpretation for whilst appearing literal on the surface is far from being so upon closer examination. The City Of Pyramids, Tower a direct transposition and is to be viewed in conjunction with The Boundary Lands as a graphik description of a metaphorical landscape traversed during the workings of Solus Noir. Babalon, Star a poetic transliteration and a celebration of our holy ladye whose cup contains every drop of our aspiration and also one of the masks assumed within the workings of Solus Noir. [ The Body of Astarte, see Liber 131 ] Lamae Rouge, Moon a direct transposition as Blood or Red Moon and a direct counterpart of Solus Noir or Black Sun. Solus Noir, Sun a direct transposition and the very core of our work these past two decades. The beginning, journey and destination itself. The End Of Days, Judgement a direct transposition and forms a matched pair with the Atu Grigori in regard of the purpose and work of Solus Noir. The Vale Of Tears, World a poetic and literal transposition. Sic Transit Gloria Rosa Mundi, and so passes the glory that is the rose of the world.

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The Company Of Heaven Traditional

Solus Noir

Kings Queens knights Pages

Archons Vesicas Reflections Muses

The traditional court cards whilst maintaining their elemental association fire, water, air and earth via colour and image the titles themselves have been changed in respect of the mythos Solus Noir. Archon translates as Lord or Liege, as such a true attibute. Vesica refers to a vessel which in a magickal context relates to the vesica piscis, an oval pointed at the tips reminiscent of the yoni, as such an appropriate attribution. Muse is a complete departure from tradition and is to be taken lieterally. Refection is likewise to be taken literally specifically in relation to the Muse. The end result is two pairs of reflected properties Archon and Vesica, Muse and Relection and is consummate with the tradition of Solus Noir both in theory and practice. Combinations such as The Archon of Rays, The Vesica of Waves, The Muse of Atoms and The Reflection of Particles gives rise to much speculation and meaning within both the titles of the cards and their symbolic representation.

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Vesica

Muse

Reflection

The Elements Traditional

Solus Noir

cups swords wands pentacles

Waves Atoms Rays Particles Ace to 10

In keeping with the traditional attributes water, air, fire and earth in respect of colour tone and image again the names have been changed to reflect a quantum aspect. Waves whilst relating to water also refers to the wave theory of physics. Atoms are self evident and their loose association to air is poetic rather than scientific. Rays and their association to fire is appropriate specifically given the rays of Solus Noir. Particles as a constituent part of matter, hence the element of earth. Atoms, Particles and Waves in particular represent theoretical physics in its simplest description whilst Rays relates directly to Solus Noir. The root elements represented by the Aces gives rise to much speculation and titles such as the Ace, or Unus of Atoms, as an example, are evocative.

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Rays

Waves

Atoms

Particles

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Ordo Templi Solus Noir

LXXIX Card 79

Aeon Solus Noir

In order to rectify both the correct disposition of the Atu and the true representation of Ozt Chiim, The Tree Of Life, so called, we have created a card 79 representing the sephira Daath.

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At The End Of days There Shall Be Two Grigori Upon The Earth And They Shall Die

Epilogue Whilst the schemata presented is in appearance an outline it is to be viewed in the light of the extensive texts that have been executed and in many respects the present project is the natural conclusion to al that has preceeded it. The supportive texts commenced as early as 1990ev, as time is measured and continue into the present. The ritual cycles covered the periods 1990ev to 1992ev, 2003ev and 2006ev to 2007ev and were finally earthed through the project named Trinity in 2008ev. All that remained for the formal working to be completed was the fulfillment of the final Grigori prophecy that took place in 2010ev. The following two years have consisted in fulfilling the final earthing of the current in the form of the texts, axiomata, graphik and image that flesh the current in totality. As such the present project is the consummation of an intricate and lengthy process covering in excess of two decades. All that remains in this instance is to list the major supportive texts and whilst it is true to state that all of thirty plus titles could be listed I shall confine myself to the most immediately relevant. The entirety of the ritual cycles, the project and prophecy that followed, the generation of texts and image are the fruiting of the current and the manifestation of the work known as Solus Noir. The texts are as follows Liber 131 The Passion & The Purity Songs In Soltude cycle, specifically The Witness, Opening The Seals Liber Ananta, The Serpents Kiss Solus Noir, The Book Of The Black Sun Anathema, Samael & Lilith The Selim, A Tale Of Nightwalkers

Aecclesiastica Gnosis Per Solus Noir

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