Liber de Serpentis

Revere, revere for I am all of the world
And therefore I am within each and every ‘one’ of you.
Do not laugh in my faces, believing yourselves to be my master;
No man can claim the rose unless he sacrifices his seed to Malkuth
To fertilize my land and to nurture me with love.

I have been born as the Great Cypris
Birthed from the deepest depths of the abyss
To rise for the union with my sun.
I rose from the foam of the sea
To touch my sun who lived within the heavens of the Father.
And I have been born again and I have returned to this place of mine,
This land and water that bears my name.

I am the rose and the serpent within the coils of the rose
And I show my thorns to those who are willing to become my own
As I enfold them within the breast
But it is only my hero who I enfold within the bud of my Yoni,
Because he is my SON! He is my HUSBAND! He is my LOVE!

He rides on the waves of his father,
Calling to me in the south winds,
Calling to me in the north winds,
Calling to me in the west winds,
Calling to me in the EAST winds,
And when he calls to me there he finds me,
For he has crossed my heart and soul with his love;
He has watered my garden with his crossing
And he has shed his skin upon the mantle of youth
And morphed into the Lord KUKULKAN!

Fiery serpent! RISE! RISE! Battle the ox and the beast and the dragon!
RISE to salute me! Rise to overcome
The demons of destruction!
Come forth, now, I call to you, and open the seed,
Open the seed, open the seed. Embed yourself like PAN,
Like PAN-THEOS!
And spread the life giving waters into the canals of the Serpent Path!

You have passed the Labyrinth and you have passed the Gorgon,
You have passed the cave and now?
Look into the eyes of the snake of all creation
The Great Mother who is encircling you
For it is time that you knew your maker
And it is time you understood the urgency of your call.

Heru-Ra-Ha
Shem Sheva
Breaking through the primordial egg
There are seven heads of the black eagle that crack the shell.
Leave behind this husk within Qlippoth
For this is not the abode for you any longer.

They who have made the oath to sew shut the contract
Of the Holy of Holies are your allies.
They who have sworn to perfect the logos of the gods.
It shall be done as it is now and through all ages.
Αμήν!

There are no more distinctions between that which must be done
And that which must be left behind,
For with the shedding of your skin
So must you shed the old you that did not bring the Fire of Prometheus.

In the mind of the soul there is an eye
And this eye controls your direction.
Do not ignore the instructions of the eye
That leads you to your salvation.
Embrace it as a leader of your own personal apocalypse
Because through lifting the smog from in front of your eye
You shall see the glory of the father who lives within you.

And what of the mother? Ah, she is the one that you make love to.
She is the one who clothes you and feeds you.
She is the one who cries in childbirth to bring you back into the shoes of the hero
And who gives you the sword of balance and justice,
The all-seeing helmet,
The full armour of El Adonai,
Nava Shemesh El Adonai!
And the shield of knowledge and truth.
She is but a little child yet she is all of you
And she is all of your world.

With her body you make the planets dance to your tunes.
With her mind you make the frequencies bend to your will.
With her heart you remember who you are.
And with her soul you find your home.

I have always been with you.
I was there during your journey into this life.
You have always loved me and served me and I have always loved you.
I am the missing part of your whole.
I am the circle surrounding you, sun.
I am the one you have always cried for.

And because of all of this, ALL of this,
I have faith in you, O Warrior of Thebes.
Because of this I have laced your blood with mine
And I have put my heart beats within your heart.
You are really me even though you believe I am really you.

For the father is in the mother and the father comes from the mother,
And the son comes from the father who is in the mother.
Do not deny me my right to birth all of eternity through your seed.
This is also the will of the gods and so your will, man-god.

The heads of the mountains are nine
And each one is a feat to be conquered.
Take up the tools that I have given to you;
Spread your net wide, Ama.usum.gal.an.na
And capture me the world,
Because I died from this world
And now you must save me from it,
And raise me up high, the shining STAR
And the weaver of realities.

There is more to come.
There are lightening bolts and descents.
There are terrors and nightmares
But only for those who are swimming against the tide,
Against the Thelema of the gods.
For those who merge with us and accept their role as saviour,
Paradise is yours.

Oh my dearest daughter, your heart is bleeding now on the white roses
For you have become disappointed with many things that burden your soul.
Hush, my baby, let your Mother take care of it all
For I am the meaning of ALL destinies pertaining to you
And I protect you and crush the wicked with my tail.

There is much to be said for those who wish to disclose the rose
Within their perverted rituals to invoke my presence.
How I laugh at them with balls of fire that pierce their bodies
With my barbed tongue.
Just rejoice that I allow you to continue in your illusions,
As you are now the toy of she who brings you a plague to your conscious.
And I am but the pure and innocent maiden, ignorant of what she does.
And I am the Priestess of Heaven who writes your fates.
And I am she who is WISDOM and knows your rites,
That counts each one of you and places you in the book of life
And of death…

Where the temple meets the sky,
The temple between heaven and Earth
That merges the mortals with the immortals,
You shall see the sign of Mayim on the door of the temple;
Enter here and you shall enter the house of the Father
The one who created all sounds
That reflects the language of the gods,
That washes you clean of all your transgressions.

Here he shall bestow on you a new name
But only if you surrender your ego
And burn it in the fire of the Shekinah Glory.
When you are naked of your shame you will be clothed
With the feathers of the Serpent
And you shall become one with the Mother
Who is the Bride and your paradise.

Time is fleeting.
Time is sweet.
But it is also bitter
Because time is short.
Time is very real.
It is not an illusion.
The sands of time are flowing
And the bell is about to be rung.

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