The Revised Mass of the Phoenix
Female Script
Written by Aleister Crowley The Magician, her breast bare, stands before an altar on which are her Burin,
Bell, Thurible, Incense of Abramelin, and a Cake of Light.
Hail Ra, that comest in thy bark
She gives the sign of Silence, and takes the Bell, and Fire, in her hands.
West of the Altar see me stand
She strikes Eleven times upon the Bell 333-55555-333 and lights the charcoal in
the Thurible.
I strike the Bell: I light the Flame;
ABRAHADABRA
She strikes eleven times upon the Bell.
Now I begin to pray: Thou Child,
She puts the Incense of Abramelin on the Fire of the Thurible.
I burn the Incense-cake, proclaiming
Unity uttermost showed!
Appear on the throne of Ra!
When the oration is finished she strikes again Eleven times upon the Bell. She
then masturbates to orgasm, and at the point of orgasm she visualizes the Mark
of the Beast.
Behold this bleeding breast of mine
She puts the second Cake to the gluten.
I stanch the blood; the wafer soaks
She eats the second Cake.
This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear
She strikes Eleven times upon the Bell, and cries
ABRAHADABRA
I entered in with woe; with mirth
She goeth forth.
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In the Sign of The Enterer she reaches West across the Altar, and Cries:
From the Caverns of the Dark!
with light and musick in my hand!
I utter the mysterious Name.
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.
These adorations of Thy name.
I adore the might of thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee
I, I adore thee:
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! Let it fill me!
Gashed with the sacramental sign!
It up, and the high priestess Invokes!
As I enflame myself with prayer:
"There is no grace: there is no guilt:
This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!"
I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
To do my pleasure on the earth
Among the legions of the living.