The Esbattical

By Frater Valak

Oh mother, how thou shinest in thy form, thou who smilest down upon her children - children who dance in the gardens of night-time.

Thou, who guideth the waters; thou, who keepest her daughter, the earth, secure and on her way through the spiral web of that which is named Chaos: I wait for thy touch in the darkness.

As I sit at the foot of the valley, the mountains regard me in silence. Their immensity dwarfs the body; yet does it expand the conscious spirit. Ahh!

Thus I await my lotus, my lover, my self.

She peeks up over the mountaintop and she is dressed in virgin white and her veil falls over the ripples on the lake. Naiads are glimpsed dancing on the silvery surface.

My heart cries out in rapture, my spirit soars across the world. A faun on the shoreline begins to play a seductive lilt on his pipes. Nymphs and satyrs come from the shadows to partake in the rite.

I swoon as the bliss washes over me, and bathe in my lover's light. O beautiful, wondrous! A devil took my hand, we partook of the sacraments, and drank of fine wines. Oh, how we danced.

Cradle this moment, my mother, for such as these outweigh the rest; indeed may bring her children home.

The goddess rose higher in the sky and the valleys grew light as day. The high priest raised up and said unto those present:

<< Pass Word! pass Word ---
The secret is out.
Let everyone into the Light.
Whisper it close
And offer a Hand,
But they must come to the rite! >>