Prana Therion Akasha

As I advance to the East plane
I am now borne on these blue wings blazing
I will satisfy Ararita
Once my prayer tongue licks the scaling triangle

Lapis-Lazuli and the lambent flames are the solvents of two
I shall return to the Centre, and so to the Centre of All
Prana and the immemorial splendour proceed to arise
Yet the Sapphire of the Star is bovine
There is no light in sight - not in the shrine

In the West, Microprosopus connects
As reconciler, I am the one who arbitrates between the ingeniums

Lastly, at Midnight, let me greet the Sun facing front
(Fronts the sign of his grade)
Let me feel the gibe of the diapason
Gleam in the skies where the chained ones tremble and elope
(Hope for the Akasha)
Let me brace the luminescence of the crest

Roars from Shedu lead me anon to the central summit
Of the whispering, Caduceus Order
This writ prepares myself to face the deplorable awe of the Abyss
Which lies between Therion and Babalon

Teach me to know purgatory, agony, yet to challenge that destiny
Teach me to know silence, forever
As I accomplish the act of extirpation

Heart: Hexagram: Vnvs Devs: Self

As I advance to the East plane
I am now borne on these blue wings blazing
I will satisfy Ararita
Once my prayer tongue licks the scaling triangle

Heart: Hexagram: Vnvs Devs: Self