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Brendan
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« Reply #15 on: August 18, 2006, 02:16:33 PM » |
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Prelimianaries
Prepare a working space with two yellow lights, fill the air with vapors of sandalwood and mace, and adorn the floor with the following figure. To focus intent, an octagon should enclose an equal-angled eight-pointed star. If done properly, it should resemble two five-squre equal-armed crosses overlapping at a 45 degree angle to each other. IN the center inscribe your sigil, preferably an astrological Mercury symbol. You can use masking tape on carpets, it comes up pretty easily afterward--did you know that? This figure lends itself to Tesseract magic, so if you know that method go ahead and use it. Also, have an offering of something nourishing and sweet to dedicate as prasad. To suit the theme of honey in the rock, Greek Yogurt and honey does nicely. The chant for dedicating the offering as prasad, use the names of hermes, e.g., "Hermes, Mercury, Quicksilver, Flash" or look up his canonical and religious names on-line.
SOI #1: To imprint the skill of conceptual chunking [exposition/discussion forthcoming].
SOI #2: To disseminate the images and acts of Hermes in contemporary society.
This one needs a new method. Reduce SOI #2 using the "every other number" or other method, then ensigilize by formulating three lines of four words each, each line having a common theme e.g., nautical, Spanish words, verbs. Wriet these out jumbled in random order for the first stanza, then wriet them as three lines of distinct groups of words. During chant, the jumble coagulates
into three precipitates, which then dissolve into a tripartite solution.
Ritual Procedure
1 open by vortex or GPR
2 sing SOI #1 aloud
3 recite or read the liturgy aloud
4 visualize the deity intently
5 while holding offering, reverently chant the Names until it feels dedicated
6 consume the prasad (if solitary) or save for a communal dish (if working with group)
7 read aloud or recite the invocation as many times as desired or necessary
8 Repeat teh mantram (SOI #2) unto single-pointedness
9 ANOKQUZ
The liturgy
Ode to the West Wind
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being—
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes!—O thou 5
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill 10
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill—
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere—
Destroyer and Preserver—hear, O hear!
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning! they are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 20
Of some fierce Mænad, ev'n from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height—
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 25
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst:—O hear!
Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers 35
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know 40
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despoil themselves:—O hear!
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share 45
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable!—if even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed 50
Scarce seem'd a vision,—I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
O lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd 55
One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.
Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, 60
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse, 65
Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 70
gtg my turn in the queue has expired
continued at a later date
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