The Magician, his breast bare, stands before an altar on which are his Burin, Bell, Thurible, and two of the Cakes of Light. In the Sign of the Enterer he reaches West across the Altar, and cries:
Hail Ra, that goest in thy barkHe gives the sign of Silence, and takes the Bell, and Fire, in his hands.
Into the caverns of the Dark!
East of the Altar see me standHe strikes Eleven times upon the Bell 333 - 55555 - 333 and places the Fire in the Thurible.
With light and musick in my hand!
I strike the Bell: I light the Flame;He strikes eleven times upon the Bell.
I utter the mysterious Name.
ABRAHADABRA
Now I begin to pray: Thou Child,He puts the first Cake on the Fire of the Thurible.
Holy Thy name and undefiled!
Thy reign is come; Thy will is done.
Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.
Bring me through midnight to the Sun!
Save me from Evil and from Good!
That Thy one crown of all the Ten
Even now and here be mine. AMEN.
I burn the Incense-cake, proclaimHe makes them as in Liber Legis, and strikes again Eleven times upon the Bell. With the Burin he then makes upon his breast the proper sign.
These adorations of Thy name.
Behold this bleeding breast of mineHe puts the second Cake to the wound.
Gashed with the sacramental sign!
I stanch the Blood; the wafer soaksHe eats the second Cake.
It up, and the high priest invokes!
This Bread I eat. This Oath I swearHe strikes Eleven times upon the Bell, and cries
As I enflame myself with prayer:
"There is no grace: there is no guilt:
This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!"
ABRAHADABRA.He goeth forth.
I entered in with woe; with mirth
I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
To do my pleasure on the earth
Among the legions of the living.