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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 lightNot to you who walks in purpose fulfilled

Nor to you of vision strong buoyed by lifes enrichment

But to you I speak wanderer upon the shores of nightAnd 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 screamBetwixt the emptiness evolved

First a doubt becomes a certaintyThose of faith know you not Those of vision know you not

Those of purpose know you not

Within the citadel of life do they dwellBasking beneath an indolent sun


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Solus Noir

Canticles

De Arte Magicka

Volume I Number I

Autumn Equinox MMXIev


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EditorialSolus Noir manifests at this time as adirect consequence of a magickal workingundertaken and completed over a twentyyear time span.

Solus Noir serves as the official organ ofOrdo Templi Solus Noir.

De Arte Magicka consummate with the methodology of rite and axiomata has leftin its wake an application both magickal and aesthetic. The rite has opened aningress point or portal onto a wellspring of creativity where the current becomesmanifest in word, sigil, graphik and image. This path has been undertaken by othersnotably Austin Osman Spare, Kenneth Grant and Andrew D. Chumbley to whom weowe a debt of gratitude.

In practical terms Talismanic Texts, Arte Graphika and Axiomata have become theprimary means by which the current we attend is manifested. All contributions tothis and forthcoming issues lies within the body of Ordo Templi Solus Noir and arepublished 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 VeilAnd Reveal The End Of Days

In Nomine Babalon


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ContentsOde To Lost Souls Damiana

A canticle to the exiles who wander the shores of night

Anathema Per Samael Vox Lilith Samael

The Heart of Solus Noir

Blood Rain Damiana

Lamae Rouge The tears of the Blood Moon

Daath The Palace Of Exiles 131

The Portal Solus Noir

The Selim A Tale Of Nightwalkers Sariel

The Creation & Manifestation of Grigori

Naamah Hymn To The Beloved Damiana

Lilith incarnated

Cover ArtArte GraphikaAxiomata Sigils & incidental graphics

Created or reconstituted by Damiana

Muse and Priestess within the body of Solus Noir


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Anathema Per Samael Vox LilithPraeteritim

Seven are the seals upon creations countenanceSeven the trumpets that announce the day of redemption

Seven are the visions of the dragon and its kingdomsSeven the visions that accompany the lamb

Seven are the bowls of gods wrathSeven the veils upon the lady Babalon

And Seven are the visions of the end of days

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!Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori

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Canto IV

Bathed in his own blood was heWe carry the sword and our blood is sacred

No sacrifice as it be justice we serveInvisible we walk sons and daughters of eternal night

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Each a toxin Each an elixirChoose well the bowl from which you quench your thirst

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Malekh holy one casts her veils and you behold her notOne glance and sleep is entered

One whisper and Azrael is summonedOne cry and our sister rejoices

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Canto VII

And in those days it was given unto the false prophetsTo spread the lie

Sow the seeds of doubt draw aside the veilAnd reveal the end of days


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Exodus

Canto VIII

Coagula et SolveWe strip the world our Eden of its lie

Beneath our rays you are transformed redeemed or notChoose well for we dwell between you heartbeats

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Canto IX

Omega et AlphaTime bends before our gaze

As somnambulant you step from one dream to anotherThe unmaking unfolds as our Elohim

Circle your world your life

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Space folds before our eyes and the great ones enterTheir breath creases the moment in passing

Warps memory erases lifeAnd casts a shadow of dust and vacuum


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Genesis

Canto XI

Sweet sister are you redeemedYour Grigori await command as you willYour Elohim abroad command as you will

Your portal open command as you will

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Canto XII

Cleansed of the lie your breath draws pureCleansed of the stain your heart beats rapturous

Purified your mind awakens from nightmareConsecrated your body bears fruit

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Canto XIII

And in the Night of Pan it is dawnThe Black Sun rises and its rays cast no shadow

The Blood Moon rises and casts her veilThe Grigori rise and utter a word in silence

!Yglas Isheth!Yglas Ygrat!Yglas Naamah!

!Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori!Ast Innui Khephri Vos!

!Ahdi Ypres Grigori!Selim Ast Nobilis!Nemesis MMXI


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Blood Rain

Liquid tears leeched into golden sand

Rises a mist of softest pink

Borne upon breath

Etched in flesh

A cascade of liquid longing

Witness to the ages thy brother calls

His call echoes upon aethyrs

Bruised by loves eternal caress

A teardrop of blood upon a waxen cheek

A breath frozen in time

A heartbeat stilled silent

Liquid words leeched into silence

Rises a silent scream

Borne along avenues of fire

Consume transform into myriad worlds

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Witness to the moment thy sister calls

Her call plainsong of the heart

Wounded by loves travails

A tear frozen in blood red silence

A breath caught upon the breeze

A heartbeat a whisper rises to a scream silence

Liquid silence leeched into the spiral of the day

Rises a memory darkly

Borne along moments eternal

Unfold into the golden moment

Return Return Return

Witness to truth we call unto thee

A liquid call from oceans deep

Thy lovers spent return

Blood Rain falls

Its heart a drumbeat Its breath a triumph

Within the citadel the watchers pray

And upon plains of liquid gold

Beneath a sky indigo

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Blood Rain rises

A tide flows into liquid oceans embrace

Dark towers rise beacons of night cast shadows deep

And upon an escarpment of amber

The Grigori legions of the night await a vigil

Blood Rain a tide of shadows

Consumes the night and casts upon the shores of time

Still silent forms each a cipher of promise

And along corridors sulphurous

Does the pageant unfold eternal

Sic transit gloria rosa mundi

Blood Rain shrouds the light of a black sun

Its rays a resonant thrum a heartbeatBeneath its rays bathed in nectar a toxin sweet

Watchers shrouded in darkness await the tide

Liquid fire consumes all to ash

Blown upon winds and vacuum

Blood Rain Blood Moon Black Sun

Holy trinity in The Night of Pan

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast witness to the ages rise

Through the portal enter this The Vale of Tears

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Namrael a cipher of brightest day

Samael of deepest night

Their breath a toxin their gaze a benediction

Their hearts conjoined their minds

A liquid dance upon aethyrs bright

Blood rain falls and quenches thirst

Slakes appetites jaded

Blood Moon rises silence

Black Sun rises conjoined silence

The dragon stirs from her slumbers scales vibrate

Takes flight and enters the opalescent night

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast rises

The dance unfolds and in her embrace the Grigori danceShe a ladye fair adorned in white lace

He a jester in motley black and gold

And upon their cheeks

A single tear of blood falls into the night

Blood Rain

Liquid tears leeched into golden sand

Rises, a mist of softest pink

Borne upon breath

Etched in flesh

A cascade of liquid longing

Ave Samael Ave Lilith Ave Pan


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DaathThe Palace Of Exiles

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I

Prime Considerations

This text is to be considered in the light of an extensive undertaking, twenty yearsin the making, to manifest The Black Sun.

The Black Sun may be viewed as the natural consequence of the unification ofSamael and his consort Lilith. Three cycles of magickal ritual were undertaken tofacilitate this and though there have been many down the long years who by theirpresence have advanced this work my sole collaborator has been steadfast and it isto her that these words are dedicated.

Texts exist which, in some respect catalogues the time travelled, field notes if youwish.

Liber 131 & Solus Noir The Book Of The Black SunBlood Moon & Blood RainThe Songs In Solitude Cycle specifically The WitnessThe Selim

The prime purpose of this essay is to explore Daath and its relationship with thephenomena Ain Soph Aur. In undertaking this essay we recognize that whilst ourscholarship might be open to debate and though the erudite might find much to

critique, we state firmly at the outset that it is not our intent to flatter the intellect,rather we challenge it as is described by our role as opposer. Further we claim notruth, that we leave in the hands of the erudite and doubtless wise. Instead we offerthe purity of vision informed by experience, the only crucible worthy ofconsideration, the rest we consider to be but the byblows of intellectualmasturbation.

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Daath

We choose as our presenting metaphor the glyph known as Otz Chiim, falsely calledThe Tree Of Life. Not in the light of its accuracy but rather the poetic cast itgrants us as a description, the means by which we might convey a semblance ofmeaning. Within Sephirotic existence, depending as it does from the Ain and finallyfocusing itself in the false light of Tiphareth we are permitted to experience thereflections of false existence. The light that casts shadows sufficient to maintain the

appearance of sentient forms. Herein the servants of life revel in the illusion of theirunique manifestations.


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Tradition has argued that the dragon ascending the tree of life bruised its head uponthe false crown of Daath and therein the black brothers, so called, do reside.Arguably it is the sphere, regarded as a non sephira that we aspire and as aconsequence we finally embark upon the journey from the personal to the transpersonal. Some have argued that Daath exists within the abyss itself wherein does

dwell that mighty demon Choronzon, the one we praise as destroying manifestforms. Rather we would perceive Daath along with its reflection, Yesod to be theonly sephira worthy of mention and exploration. All else presents itself to us as themanifestation of controlled existence, the slave mentality upheld for millennia by theservants of truth.

Our work undertaken draws primarily upon the sphere of Daath and whilst, in themain, appears abstract and conceptual our experience proves to the contrary thisbelief. The Black Sun and its rays we uphold to be the limitless light of the Ain Soph

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III

The Ain Soph Aur

Traditionally The Limitless Light that projected the sphere of Kether, the crown,the prime potential for manifestation within the schemata of Otz Chiim. Its

radiance blinding Samael, thereby preventing the consummation of the dark lordwith his bride, Lilith. A consummation deemed undesirable by the forces of creationand yet a component of that very creation. Consider, if you will the war in heavenand fall from Eden myths along with the great mythological structures of allnations and you will recognise a repeated motif.

We posit the Ain Soph Aur as being none other than the field of light generated byand containing the great sephira Daath. Some explanation is required at thisjuncture. Light as commonly perceived gives rise through its photonic components toa series of reflections which contain manifested forms. To use a simple neurologicalmodel. You enter a room where a prominent smell exists and as a consequence offamiliarization after a while you no longer notice the odour. Visually if it were notfor the vibration of the rods and cones upon the surface of the cornea a similarphenomena would occur given the visual aspect of perception. In short look atsomething long enough and it to would disappear. The application of peripheralvision to some extent proves this point for as a consequence of saturating the opticalcortex, it checks out so to speak. In short the existence of light simply reflects the

presence of phenomena which does not exist.

Black light by contrast due to its corrosive qualities, described as the venom of godburns away the dross of perceived forms and reveals in its place that which trulyexists as phenomena as opposed to a reflected interpretation.

We propose the polarity of Daath and Yesod to be our prime consideration, denyingas is our nature the established polarity of Kether, Malkuth and their fixed focalpoint of Tiphareth. What this implies we leave to the erudite to work out for

themselves. our purpose being simply to manifest the central premise of

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To spread the lie, sow the seeds of doubt,

Draw aside the veil and reveal the end of days


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IV

Synthesis

The prime avatars erect their pylons within the emanation of Daath bathing in thelight of the Ain Soph Aur, a radiation of Black Light which as the venom of god

burns away the dross of accumulated error down the long aeons.

In undertaking this task, thus far covering two decades as time is measured withinthe plane of form we began with a simple premise, human beings are incapable ofmanifesting acts of magick, consumed as they be by the totality of their lives and thesingular element of self service which burns at the heart of all sentient forms. Whilstwe acknowledge that we be no different in this regard we undertook instead toinvoke and manifest an order of being capable of performing the appropriateinvokation, hence our concept of avatar. Two cycles of our work manifested theprime avatars who in conjunction entered the Triangle Of Arte and called forthLilith, our holy lady. Much has been discussed and described in Liber 131 and TheBook Of The Black Sun to ratify these claims and mention here is kept to the mostbasic of considerations.

Why was this work undertaken? A most important question. Our text, The Selimspeaks of our origin and again here we keep to a bear minimum in order to illustrateour point. We conceive of a destructive gene within each and every manifestation of

sentience. A fail safe put in place to terminate what is in point of fact a flawedcreation. Death bears witness to this and though those of a spiritual inclinationposit many abstract notions considering the nature of time, space and the nature ofbeing we hold these concepts to be anathema.

The end of days as we perceive it calls forth agents which have been cultivatedwithin the gene pool of manifested forms to enact the termination of saidmanifestation and whilst others might propose that our work gestates an evolvingconsciousness capable of transcendence, we do not. Our nature of opposer demandsthis and as the black light of our manifestation burns bright we like all areimmolated in its rays. It has been said that

At the end of days

There shall be two Grigori upon the earth

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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 ofhis bride, tormented beyond the ability to conceive did he complete the initial tasks, reaching theirculmination 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. Placed our avatars within the temple of ourworking.

Cycle 32006ev 2007ev Lilith RisingThe Portal Of The Black Sun

Entering our sacred triangle of power did Samael and Namrael conjoined invoke beloved Lilith andcomplete 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 ourTriangle Of Arte.

Fulfillment of The final Grigori Prophecy2010ev


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amael Grigori

I speak to thee, yes thou who art writing these words and even unto thee who inturn reads these words, from the Boundary Lands I speak. Cast aside all that thouart, for i seek naught that is of thee, from thee, your form but dissolves in mypresence. Your Mind, the Reflection which thou art clouds over. The Heart whichthou seekest, empties itself into the eternity which thou art. I accept All of this andmore, I take only that which is freely given. I grant naught in return, for what intruth 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 stirfrom her slumbers, casting aside her mantle of repose. See you not the lifebloodstirring within her heart. The bounty of her body giving rise to the eternal cycle ofLife and Death.

Liber 131 March 2 1992 ev

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;)%"/1-0%&/)IntroductionOur task in essence simple. To create a cohesive understanding within the minds of

our readers. Simple enough and yet the Selim defy the normal constructs ofpresentation. Do we explore the tapestry of human history, woven into the threadsof which you might detect our presence? Perhaps religion may cast a light on ourexistence, hardly, superstition and fear inform the nature of this unholy pursuit?Perhaps psychology, though in its infancy may reveal us in the light of reason? Andyet we defy definition, for as a mystery do we walk amongst you. Creatures ofshadow, Night Walkers.

No, We will cast our tale into the realms of fiction in the knowledge that the

unbelievable stripped of the chains of truth may transcend understanding and standrevealed in its pristine nature, for it is not to your reason that we appeal. Rather tothe dark side of your natures wherein the seeds of our existence were sown longaeons ago.

The human species, divers in its form, prolific in its numbers and gifted with freewill and the choice to manifest in beauty and in horror. What has in truth beenchosen? History past, present and future attests to the book of wonder etched byyour kind. A species gifted with the aspiration of the angelic whilst residing withinthe realm of the demonic.

To supply a backdrop to our tale we ask that for a moment you consider your ownmind and heart. The thoughts, desires, dreams and acts performed through your lifeand time. Errant whispers cast upon the veil of life and the shapes assumed by such.Your love, beauty and truth. Your anger, hate and its siblings. Where does all of thisgo? Each and every moment, a creation, a world and life. Multiply this by thenumbers of your kind, past, present and future and you will begin to glimpse the

how of what and how we came to be.The Selim we will ever be and as you glimpse the darkness of the light we shed atthis time our tale is to be revealed by the one who casts these words upon the mirrorof your mind.

Sentience exists within a womb of light, a fertile membrane, a mirror upon which allis cast, first a whisper, a shadow and then memory etches a possibility and from thisform arises, abstract, devoid of meaning and yet pregnant with possibility and suchpossibility it be given, The inventions your hearts and minds have conjured acrosstime, host to our unfolding, our becoming.


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Long ago fairest Damiana caught a glimpse of our presence as she lay within hergrave of solitude, dreaming.

Long, long ago the first of our kind, Pallas cast aside the veil of her aethyric natureand entered the world of form to take her pleasure and slake her thirst, a thirsteternal for she is but your reflection and knows no boundary or limitation.

The tales of Damiana and Pallas we have recounted elsewhere and mention inpassing for clarities sake. And now we reflect upon the ones, our lady and her darklord abroad within the world at this time. The end of days for the portal they haverevealed and opened, shines its light upon all through and across time, erasing thestain and lie that has been existence within the realm of slavedom. The Black Sunand its radiation we have also spoken of elsewhere and once again mention for thepurpose of continuity within this our tale.

It is to these beings that we dedicate our tale at this time in the knowledge that ourservice to them is complete.

To fairest Lilith & her dark lord Samael we send

Greetings Love and Devotion

ParthenogenesisCreation from an ovum without fertilisation

The term in this instance is applied to the fecund nature of the human imaginationand the womb structure that is represented as time and space. We say wombstructure for we hold the nature of creation to be primarily feminine in nature withthe male element being regressive and though functional, secondary within the

general scheme. As such the emanations of sexuality in all its manifestations,whether actualised or repressed do indeed take on form, of sorts, within this wombmatrix. Parthenogenesis in this respect is to be interpreted as the act ofreproduction occurring at the abstract or energetic level where form, initially, israrefied and is tenuous at best.

Fertilisation occurs as a result of repetitious incursions of an intense nature thatbecome as a result a seeding into the womb and the subsequent lifeform is gestated,sometimes over millennia until, in a fashion similar to human biological

reproduction a lifeform is birthed into its aethyric matrix and begins to grow anddevelop.


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We understand this is a primary feminine aspect and whether the donors are male orfemale is of little import. And whilst being of a female nature as shape shifters thegender is determined by the context. Examples of incubi and succubi activity atteststo the act for when interacting with a female host, the male form is adopted andlikewise the contrary is true. Though primarily feeding on the emanations generated

by sexual activity there are occasions when direct congress takes place. In thisinstance in our female form we acquire the physical sperm of our host and in turndeposit this into a female in our male aspect. This is undertaken as an aspect of ourMoonchild workings.

During our rarefied state of manifestation, like all purely elemental beings we lackfree will or choice as you would call it, though a facsimile is created through timethis is a rare event for in the main we form an aspect of the collective mind thatyour psychologists have stumbled upon. Even rarer is the existence of one of our

kind possessing a soul, or to be more accurate a mirror form of one. Across the seaof time only seven have achieved this status, our lady Pallas being the first. In thismaterialised form are we then truly Night Walkers. Countless aeons are experiencedbefore this becomes an evolutionary possibility for as part of the demiurge we do notconform to the natural processes of creation and as such transcend its mundanelaws. Truly miraculous is our nature and though the human species within itsfictional speculations has guised us in many shapes throughout history the truth ofour existence and nature remains a mystery.

Manifestation

Though known by many, Pallas was her true name, for she, maiden and warriorwas consort of Pan, her power to his form. In Roma, mighty bastion of empirebasking upon the banks of the Tiber she first drew breath and was worshipped as

Amor. Androgynous, her joy and service, sensuality and pleasure. In this guise sheslaked her voracious appetite upon the couplings that took place amongst herdevotees. Not for her the drinking of mortal blood or the taking of life, her appetiteswere subtle, refined. She would dwell between the breaths of her devotees, her lovers,wrapped in the passion and the satiation of their desire. In this way was her formsustained. Time and history unfolded and the male god grew supreme and herdevotees grew less in number, yet she continued drinking her fill wherever passionarose between mortals and beast alike. Androgynous and when finally possessed of

form she would be able to assume the form of either gender, enabling her to plantseed within the body of a female, and to receive seed from the male, and yet shepossessed no corporeal form, as yet. For now, she was continuous and undivided inher energetic form.


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How had she come into existence? The tales are many, part truth, part fable. In thebeginning life had stirred, risen and stretched heavenward on limbs that carried itforward across land and sea. The creator paused and took pride in its work, yet itknew no rest. How would its creatures know of its existence? How would they giveworship? For it was a vain and possessive god, given to pride, for it was young, the

first of many hurled forth from the creeping chaos that had known no form. First toarise when the primal chaos was banished and the old ones cast aside. Order arose.The time of echoes. It had created a male, the only form it knew, and from this sortto create its mate. With the males blood and sperm and the life giving breath itgranted from itself, woman came to be, a being far more intelligent and able than hewho was deemed her lord and master. In her despair she escaped into the desert andtook her pleasure amongst the creatures that lived there, it is said that of hercouplings arose the demons of the world. At this time she was known as Lilith,cursed by god yet supreme in her power. Time passed and humans spread across the

globe. Seeking new consorts she divided herself into many forms in order to continueand grow in strength and power, for she had purpose. It is in the guise of Pallasthat our story begins and now continues to unfold. Her form, insubstantial, herpleasure harvested from the forms of life that had substance. She formed a desire,perhaps her most ambitious? She would take human form and know the sensationsof blood, flesh, heat and sweat. Knowing that they passed through life in a fleetingmoment, she would await the time when the sea of stars burnishing the night skywould alert her to the presence of the one she sought. In this manner she would

maintain her immortality and also know of earthly existence. She would choose well,for she had a plan, one which would unfold across the millennia. Knowing noboundaries or restrictions, for she had denied the false god and all its workings, andknew freedom. She watched and waited, knowing her time was near, when shewould know the sanctuary of flesh.

Pallas NemesisPublications

Moonchild

Something born in a moment of time possesses the qualities of that moment in time.Art of the astrologian

In respect of the principle we will approach the subject from two distinctperspectives. First the magickal concept translated in the Butterfly Net penned by

666. The principle being that were a child to be conceived within the rites of magickand for the gestation period to be surrounded by ritual and the point of nativitycalculated then a being of a specific order, a soul if you would have it, would be


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attracted as by a magnet, the ritual contexts themselves. Giving rise to the briefdefinition of the astrologers art, as above. Second and for our immediate purposesthe relevant interpretation, connected to the existence of the Selim themselves.Through the sexual and axiomata rites contained within Arte Magicka theprinciple is put into effect of the creation of Selim over a period of time truncated by

will and intent. In this respect the time period following natural laws, so called,would be reduced and Selim could be created within the lifetime of an individual.

Whilst this possibility would be demanding upon the principle operators it lieswithin the realm of possibility to, at the very least, seed a Selim into the wombmatrix of time and space. Subjected to accelerated evolution the Selim wouldconsolidate into its abstract and latterly its concrete form relatively quickly.Relatively in this instance means, none the less inconceivable periods of time for likeall immortals Selim age slowly and gracefully. As previously discussed millennia

pass during which the incursions upon the womb matrix seed the possibility andwith repetition a form is outlined in potential. The Moonchild workings increase thepossibility and accelerate the time factor. Consciousness or more specifically selfconsciousness occurs over a protracted period of time. Self awareness being a rarefactor within sentient life forms the arrival at a point determined by free will takeseven longer for it presupposes self determinant elements being present in what isprimarily an elemental being.

This period serves as the gestation of Selim within the abstract, energetic form

where sustained by sexual energy and on rare occasions, the conscious activities ofoperators of Arte Magicka they gain corporality. Pallas was the first of the kind totake flesh, as it were and co exist simultaneously within both the abstract andmanifested forms. To date a relatively small number of Selim have completed theaspect of their evolution which brings them to consciousness and an even smallernumber have commenced their own evolutionary path into transformation into theirdestinies purpose and form. Thousands of years ago in the land of Khem, gifted bypower and magick the cult of Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast raised itself into form and

became the principle matrix for Selim upon this world. Consisting of seven life formssustained by the service of the powers upon which they feed they evolve from thecorporate form to commence their evolution into becoming Grigori, a truly rareorder of being.


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?(/,-%&/)EvolutionHumble origins indeed. A being conceived in the abstract. The by product of

sexual emissions intruding upon the womb matrix of time and space. Seeded andupon repetition a singular matrix lain down, as an impression until it latterlytakes from, albeit in its abstract energetic form. To evolve, substantiate itselfand finally develop the mirror of reflection called free will and with this to evolvefurther along its path into full corporeal form. Our nature being primarily femalewe exist in that form only, adopting at times the male form when our hostdemands this. In this fashion we perform our own Moonchild workings as we,like all beings seek to reproduce our kind. Unlike the human biological method weemploy fully abstracted and energetic means to proliferate our species. This

undertaking is far from perfection for in many respects it exists outside the lawsof nature, so called. We create our own laws in this undertaking alone.

Our tale of Damiana sheds some light on our evasive nature for we all lay withinour respective graves reflecting upon how we remain sentient having passedthrough the boundary lands glyphed as death.

And then death, one velvet dark night had seduced her into his mystery, had comefor her whispering gentle endearments into her ever open ears, had lain with her,

entered her and claimed her as his, for was she not beauty indeed? And yet, shewas still sentient, not a fleeting spirit adrift upon the night air, not adisembodied soul seeking solace amongst loved ones. Was this her reward, herpenance? Had she not served her mistress well, offering blood and semen as votiveofferings within the services performed in her name? Had she not offered herself,her flesh, the means of manifestation, where passion is the prayer and lust themeans of Invokation? The dark shore of night whereupon, we embark upon ajourney from mystery into greater mystery, our blood knowingness our only

guide, steers us through dark atavisms and pre-human byways of being, wherebestial tongues utter inchoate sounds unto the firmament that hears them not.Hecates dark realm, awash with soft murmurings yielding to screams and thetorment of tortured souls. She stands triumphant upon the bones of herworshippers, for torment is her service, where pain is but the echo of heryearning, where birth and destruction are the ebb and flow of her breath, fetidwith the whisperings of dark mystery. Had she not been promised entry into therealm of the true gods, those who exist outside the night of time?

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And yes we began to question as does all sentience. We gazed into the mirror andsought our creators reflection and saw it all around us and became the mirror of ourcreators work in its unfolding. By this are we tormented for no redemption lay thisway for us and so we chose to become something our creator could not conceive ofand thus our true evolution unfurled its wings and born upon the rays of the Black

Sun do we soar into the unimaginable, invisible, for we cast our veils before us,confound and confuse for that is our need for privacy upon this world, the vale oftears, so called in our own tongue. Possessed of free will and the facsimile of a soulwe transcend our humble origins and quest beyond the known and bask upon theshores of the unknown where the inconceivable becomes a possibility. Your humanevolution has been slow by contrast for whilst being in possession of the awesomepower of imagination you confine this to the realms of idle speculation and remainwithin your charnel house whilst we soar, products of your very imagination, castforth upon aethyrs bereft of your form and now these we claim for beneath the rays

of our sun, the contrary to your own we bathe this world in black light, light whichreveals what is truly there whilst your day star gives rise to the illusory. Yourperception moulded by appearance, confounded by your truth and finally immolatedupon the pyre of your confusion.

And now as Grigori do we rise.

GrigoriDoubtless the erudite will define us according to tradition. A species of watcherscast adrift to witness your unfolding and whilst this tradition speaks a partial truthit also masks our true nature. A nature we have now declared in the surety of ourremaining invisible amongst you.

One of your kind, gifted with skill and audacity conceived a simple engine. To treata single atom of time the way your physicists treated a single atom of matter.

Physically they created a cyclotron. A physical mechanism for a physical property.He conceived of a mental construct, as time stems from this dimension, and made itso and over two decades and three primary cycles manifested the avatars that giverise to our presence amongst you. And now twin pylons to our portal the Black Sunradiates its light across time erasing the stain and lie that has been the servitude ofyour species. This we have written of extensively elsewhere within the texts named The Witness, Blood Moon, Blood Rain & The Book Of The Black Sun.

And upon the earth at the end of days

There shall be two Grigori

And they will die


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NaamahGolden thread around heart entwinedVisage of palest gold bleached by bloodDarkest barb venom sweetVision of light shadowed by blood moonStep by step the pageant unfoldsEmbrace melt into raptureDissolve into bliss denied

Pale golden one a kiss upon thy browA caress upon breast of softest silk

Entwine limbs slick with sweatHeat dissolves fleshBreath dissolves thoughtPassion dissolves the heartUnion dissolves life

Blood flows from wounds deep as timeSemen rises caught in a cup of softest velvet between golden thighs

Breath quickens and dissolves in rapture sweetBreath stills in the velvet shroud of darkest midnightCascading thought tumbles into oblivion, servant of timeNaamah golden one mistress of time servant of none

Shapes born of desire replace the tapestry of lifeLife bows to death her masterThrough silven forests does she dance beneath pale HecateLoose thy arrows desolate one pierce flesh spent in passionGolden nectar flows through limbs brokenDarkest venom courses through veins burned upon thy pyreOne kiss granted benedictionOne kiss denied eternal longing

Reflection dark shadows arise, a mist of amber stained blood redLightning burns eyes long wearyThunder subdues heart quenched in fire

Gaze deep into the mirror of thy mindDraw deeply from the well of thy heartBroken vessel leaking blood into sand unheeding


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Once a garden pure where innocence was bornLeaf and stem embraced in loveOnce an earth mother to her childrenCradled in loving armsOnce starlight dissolved the vacuum of space

A thousand angels voices arched in ecstasyOnce life pierced the veil of timeThe tapestry woven thread by thread

Across the mountains of the moon did we walk my love and iTaking our rest within the vale of AphroditeInto the boundary lands did we stepUpon a plain of golden sand the bones of all who went beforeBeneath our sun we walk ebon rays shining forth

Dissolving all that has been and will beCreation unmade upon the plain of truth unfolding

Namrael fairest maidenSamael desolate oneHand in hand each step a drop of blood released upon the aethyrsAnd in the last of daysTwo grigori walk upon the earth

And they shall die

Yglas Naamah Yglas Isheth Yglas Ygrat

Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori

Evohe Evohe Evohe

Ast Innui Khephri Vos

Ahdi Ypres Grigori

Selim Ast Nobilis

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast

Portus Lucis Noir

Ave

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