Invocation of Loki
Pagan Book of Hours
Trickster of the far north,
Delicate spawn of giants,
Wheedler and coaxer with the secret agenda,
Liar who speaks the truth others will not hear,
We call you, two-faced one whose soul burns bright,
And invite you to be critical of our souls.
You love to make us break our vows,
When those vows are made heedlessly.
You love to catch us in our own hypocrisies
And puncture our bubbles of pride.
Nothing is safe from you, no emotion
Is sacrosanct from your prodding.
What do we really think, you ask?
What are we not saying? You know,
And your shifty eyes catch ours,
Your crafty smile slips across your face,
And we blush in shame, knowing
That you have read our foolish fumblings
With the truth. For the truth is a flame that burns,
You tell us. Do not pretend to eat fire
If you are not willing to suffer the consequences,
Which is to be cast out by others.
Only when we are clear-eyed and humble
Will your gaze toward us be free of slyness.
Loki, Spirit of Truth and Lies,
Burn us with the measure of our own words.
Art: Nick Robles
I warn you, whoever you are, oh! You who want to probe the secrets of Nature, that if you do not find within what you are looking for, neither will you find it outside. If you ignore the excellences of your own house, how do you pretend to find other excellences? Within you is hidden the treasure of treasures. Oh! Man know thyself and you will know the Universe and the Gods.
~Phrase inscribed in the ancient Temple of Delphi~
Mau Bast! Mau Bast! A Basti, per em setat,
erta-na chu em asui neter sentra semu hena
net’emmit, hetep ab em asui tau heqt.
coming forth from the secret place,
may there be given to me splendor
in the place of incense, herbs,
and love-joys, peace of heart in the
place of bread and beer.
Art of Susan Boulet
Invocation to Aradia
Aradia, mia Aradia, You, with the moon in your step, You, with the moon in your feet, clad in the sky, covered in starlight, grant me this favor benevolent spirit, Altar of Diana, daughter of the moon, I will walk in your moon steps; I will dance; I will leap; I will eat; I will drink; I will learn your mother’s craft, the witch’s craft, the crafty knowledge. I drink, as you drank, the milk of wisdom from your mother’s breast. Pure spirit, mortal spirit, Woman and Goddess both, walk in my circle. Aradia, beautiful Aradia.
The beauty and terror of the greatest of Sumerian goddesses come through in this ancient statue. Ishtar was at once lovely and terrible, seducing many great men and then killing them. Her unearthly white skin and glowing red eyes warn those who might answer her as she beckons with her right hand.
This is the Mystery of Babylon, the Mother of Abominations, and this is the mystery of her adulteries, for she hath yielded up herself to everything that liveth, and hath become a partaker in its mystery. And because she hath made her self the servant of each, therefore is she become the mistress of all. Not as yet canst thou comprehend her glory.
Excerpts From the Pyramid Texts
The Ancient Egyptian Pyramid Texts Translated into English
by R. O. Faulkner, Aris & Phillips, Warminster, England, 1969
I say by Nut, the brilliant, the great: This is my son, my first born, opener of my womb; this is my beloved, with whom I have been satisfied.
O King, I have come in search of you, for I am Horus; I have struck your mouth for you, for I am your beloved son; I have split open your mouth for you. I announce him to his mother when she laments him, I announce him to her who was joined to him. Your mouth is in good order, for I have adjusted your mouth to your bones.
My detestation is hunger, and I will never eat it. My detestation is thirst, and I will never drink it. It is indeed I who will give bread to those who exist, for my foster-mother is Iat and it is she who nourishes me, it is indeed she who bore me. I was conceived in the night, I was born in the night, I belong to those who are in the suite of Ra, who are before the Morning Star. I was conceived in the Abyss, I was born in the Abyss; I have come and I have brought to you the bread which I found there.
O Thoth, go and proclaim to the western gods and their spirits: `This King comes indeed, an imperishable spirit, adorned with Anubis on the neck, who presides over the Western Height. He claims hearts, he has power over hearts. Whom he wishes to live will live; whom he wishes to die will die.’
My limbs which were in concealment are reunited, and I join those who are in the Abyss, I put a stop to the affair in On, for I go forth today in the real form of a living spirit, that I may break up the fight and cut off the turbulent ones. I come forth, the guardian of justice, that I may bring it, it being with me; the wrathful ones bustle about for me and those who are in the Abyss assign life to me.
How lovely to see! How pleasing to behold! say they, namely the gods, when this god ascends to the sky, when you ascend to the sky with your power upon you, your terror about you, and your magic at your feet. Geb has acted on your behalf in accordance with the manner in which things should be done for you.
The king declares his right to join the gods: An Onite (character) is in me, O! God; your Onite (character) is in me, O! God; an Onite (character) is in me, O! Ra; your Onite (character) is in me, O! Ra. My mother is an Onite, my father is an Onite, and I myself am an Onite, born in On when Ra was ruler of the Two Enneads and the ruler of the plebs was Nefertem, (even I) who have no equal, the heir of my father Geb.
O! King, your head is knit to your bones for you, and your bones are knit to your head for you. The doors of the sky are opened to you, the great bolts are drawn back for you, the brick is drawn out of the great tomb for you.
O! Osiris the King, Geb has given you your eyes, that you may be content with the eyes of this Great One in you; Geb has caused that Horus give them to you, so that you may be pleased with them. Isis and Nephthys have seen and found you, Horus has reassembled you, Horus has caused Isis and Nephthys to protect you, they have given you to Horus and he is pleased with you. It goes well with Horus in your company in your name of `Horizon from which Ra goes forth’; in your embrace in your name of `Inmate of the Palace’. You have closed your arms about him, and his bones are in due order, his heart is proud.
O! Osiris the King, mount up to Horus, betake yourself to him, do not be far from him. Horus has come that he may recognize you; he has smitten Seth for you bound, and you are his fate. Horus has driven him off for you, for you are greater than he; he swims bearing you; he lifts up one who is greater than he in you, and his followers have seen you, that your strength is greater than his, so that they cannot thwart you. Horus comes and recognizes his father in you, you being young in your name of ‘Fresh Water’; Horus has split open your mouth for you.
O! King, do not languish, do not groan, for Geb has brought Horus to you that he may claim their hearts for you; he has brought all the gods to you at once, and there is none of them who can escape from him. Horus has protected you, and he will not fail to protect you; Horus has wrested his Eye from Seth and has given it to you, (even) this his sweet Eye. Make it come back to you, assign it to yourself, and may it belong to you. Isis has reassembled you, the heart of Horus is glad about you in this your name of ‘Foremost of the Westerners’, and it is Horus who will make good what Seth has done to you.
“ARCADIA, night, a cloud, Pan, and the moon.” What words
to conjure with, what five shouts to slay the five senses, and
set a leaping flame of emerald and silver dancing about us as
we yell them forth under the oaks and over the rocks and
myrtle of the hill-side. “Bruised to the breast of Pan”—
let us flee church, and chapel, and meeting-room; let us
abandon this mantle of order, and leap back to the heaths,
and the marshes, and the hills; back to the woods, and the
glades of night! back to the old gods, and the ruddy lips
How the torches splutter in the storm, pressing warm
kisses of gold on the gnarled and knotted trunks of the beech
trees! How the fumigation from musk and myrrh whirls
up in anaromatic cloud from the glowing censer!—how for a
time it greedily clings to the branches, and then is wafted to
the stars! Look!—as we invoke them, how they gather
round us, these Spirit of Love and of Life, of Passion, of
Strength, and of Abandon—these sinews of the manhood of
O mystery of mysteries! “For each one of the Gods is in
all, and all are in each, being ineffably united to each other
and to God; because each, being a super-essential unity, their
conjunction with each other is a union of unities.” Hence
each is all; thus Nature squanders the gold and silver of our
understanding, till in panic frenzy we beat our head on the
storm-washed boulders and the blasted trunks, and shout
forth, “Io … Io … Io … Evoe! Io … Io!” till the glades
thrill as with the music of syrinx an sistrum, and our souls are
rent asunder on the flaming horns of Pan.