Liber Pennae Praenumbra - Aeon of Ma'at - Nema - Book of Maat -Typhonian O.T.O.
Aeon of Ma'at
Liber Pennae Praenumbra Nema
Cincinnati Journal of Ceremonial Magick
Vol. I No. I. 1976
Liber Pennae Praenumbra
In the Akasha-Echo is this inscribed:
By the same mouth, O Mother of the Sun, is the word breathed forth and
the nectar received. By the same breath, O Counterweight of the Heart,
is the manifest created and destroyed.
There is but one gate, though there appear to be nine, Mime-dancer of
the Stars. How beautiful thy weft and web, a-shimmering in the fire-dark
The two that are nothing salute you, Black Flame that moves Hadit! The
less and less One grows, the more and more Pra- NU may manifest. Do thou
now speak to us, the children of the time-to-come; declare thy will and
grant thy Love to us!
Then spake She That Moves:
I hurl upon ye, Children of Heru! All ye who love the Law and keep it,
keeping Naught unto yourselves, are ye a-blest. Ye have sought the
scattered pieces of Our Lord, ceasing never to assemble all that has
been. And in the Realm of the Dead have ye begotten from the Dead the
Shining One. Ye then gave birth, and nourished Him.
Thy Land of Milk shall have the honey also, dropped down as dew by the
Divine Gynander. The pleasure and delight lie in the Working, the Whole
surpassing far the Parts together.
The Lord of Parts is placed within his kingdom, as done by Beast and
Bird. The land of Sun is open but to Children. Heed the Eternal Child -
his Way is flowing-free, and suited to the Nature of your being.
A Voice crieth in the Crystal Echo:
What means this showing-forth? Is Time Itself awry? The Hawk has flown
but threescore and ten in His allotted course!
She smiles, as beauteous as Night:
Behold, He spreads His pinions yet in flight, showering and shaking
forth the Golden Light upon the hearts of men. And wherein doth He fly,
and by what means? The Feather and the Air are His to ride, to bear him
ever in his GO-ing.
The pylons of the ages are unshaken, firmly are they Set. The Day of the
Hawk has but seen its dawning, and will see its due measure according to
the Laws of Time and Space.
The Voice then spoke:
Then has the Vision failed? Do I behold Thee crookedly, thinking Thee to
be Whom Thou art Not?
She danced and whirled, scattering starlight in her silent laughter.
I Am Whom I appear to be, at times, and then again I wear a triple veil.
Be not confused! Above all, Truth prevails.
I am the Unconfined. Who is there to say me nay, to say, "Thou shalt
not pass."? Who indeed may say, "Thy time is yet to come," when Time
itself is my chief serving-maid, and Space the Major-domo of my Temple?
Indeed, O Voice of the Akasha, I am the means by which you speak. By the
same mouth that breathes the Air, do words of doubt pour forth. In
silence then, do know Me. For I am come with purpose at this time, to
aid the Lovers of the Hawk to fly.
The Word of Flight
Who falters in the Flight must thereby fall: the greatness of the Gods
is in the GO-ing.
When first ye fledged, Beloved of Heru, the shell which had protected
long had broken. Upon the Wings of Will ye ventured forth, gaining
strength and power as ye flew. Ye gained all knowledge of the Feathered
Kingdom, whereby ye became as perfect as the Sun. The friends and
teachers all became as brothers.
The regal Swan, the Heron and the Owl - the Raven and the Cockerel did
aid ye. The Beauty of the Hawk Himself was granted, the virtues of the
Peacock, the Hummingbird and Loon. The Eagle did reveal her inner nature
and the mysteries thereof - behold, ye witnessed how, with her Lion, she
became the Swan. And the Ibis of the Abyss did show the Knowledge.
Ye flew, O Kings and Hermits! And ye fly even now, within the bending
loveliness of NU. But there are those among ye, and below ye, who would
snare your wings and drag ye from the sky.
Look well within! Judge well your Heart! If ye be pure, it weighs no
more than I. It will not bear ye down to the Abyss. For Gold is Light,
but Lead is fatal unto flying - plumb your own depths, in Truth and in
If aught would hinder thee, it is thy doing. Behold this teaching now
within the Temple.
So saying, She-Who-Moves assumed the form of the great Black Flame,
growing from the central shaft and billowing out into the Void. The
Children of Heru beheld in silence, and listened to Her words form in
Behold! This lens of Stars now turning in Space before ye - men have
named it well Andromeda. Through it I flow unto the holy Moondog, and
thence to Ra, and thence to ye, O Priests.
Ye must not rest content whilst in the Kingdom, but strive and so exceed
in what is done. In Love of the Lady of the North, and in Will of the
Prince of the South, do every thing soever. In the power of the
Seven-rayed Star do ye comprehend the Beast. And from HAD of the Heart
do delight in thy star-arched darling.
Do all this, and then, pass beyond. Abandon aught that might distinguish
thee from any other thing, yea, or from no-thing. If the fowler would
snare thee, leave thy feather-cloak a-dangle in his hand and soar naked
and invisible beyond!
But now! As priests within the Temple are ye here, as Kings, and
Warriors, Magickians all. The Way is in the Work.
The Hidden One of the Abyss now gives the two wherein is wrought the
higher Alchemy: supporting Earth is Chthonos - learn it well, and all
bonds shall be loosed for the Will's Working. Surmounting Spirit, there
is Ychronos, whose nature is duration and the passing-away thereof.
The two are one, and form the Kingdom's essence. Who masters them is
Master of the World. They are the utter keys of Transmutation, and keys
of the power of the other Elements.
The Warrior-Priests received the Keys, and placed them within their
robes, to hold them hidden well above their hearts. The Black Flame
danced and dwindled, becoming small, a quill pen, plumed and pointed.
There being naught upon which to write, one among the Priests came
forth, and laid his body's skin upon the altar as living parchment.
She-Who-Moves wrote thereupon a Word, but shew it not before them. In
patience waited all the Kings and Hermits, assured full well of final
The Feather grew again, and rounded close its edges, becoming to their
eyes the Yonilingam. The image came of Ancient Baphomet, the Horned One,
Of old ye knew the Key of Two-in-One conjoined. Ye have lived and loved
full measure as NU and HAD, as PAN and BABALON. The Mystery of mine own
image do ye also know, for such a Truth was for the ancient Orders of
the East and West.
Bipartite has the Race of Man been in its span. The Father and the
Mother made a Child. I am the elder of the Children, true - but now the
younger rises to His Day.
The nature of true Alchemy is that it changes not alone the substance of
the Work, but also changes thence the Alchemist. Ye whose Will it is to
Work thereby, behold mine inverse image, and consider well its meaning
for thy Task.
The Showing of the Image
From out of the Yonilingam drifted forth a Cloud, violet and
light-shot. In the misty heart thereof a sound arose, vibrating soft,
yet filling everywhere.
Jeweled and flashing rainbow-lights from wings, there hovered in the
midst a humble BEE. Striped gold and brown, soft-haired and curved in
form, it shone its eyes unto the Priests and Kings assembled.
Spoke then She-Who-Moves from out of the mist surrounding:
This is the symbol of the Work-to-come, the Great Gynander in its
Earthly form. The Magickian shall grow like unto the BEE as the Aeon
unfolds, a leader and sign unto the Race of Man.
What then of its nature doth the BEE show forth?
Behold, it is not male nor female in the singular. It labors forth by
day in constant flight, an egoless do-er, whose will and the Hive Will
are but one.
It gathers up the flower-nectar, flies to Hive and there, in pure
Comm-Union, doth in its very body Transubstantiate.
The nectar is now honey. Bee to bee, it is transferred, speaking all
Hive Mysteries from and to each mouth. By the same mouth that first
ingathered, is the honey spent, the secret Alchemy within the Centers
The Hive now lives, immortal. With queen and workers, drones and
builder-bees, soldiers, foster-mothers - all are one. In constant
life-renewal, the Hive breathes as One Being - for so indeed it is. In
the Will of the Hive is the Will of the Bee fulfilled. Each in its
appointed place, the Bees work out their Will in ordered harmony.
The image fades. Now the poised Plume moves in dancing fashion,
unfolding from the center shaft long wings, transforming to the shape of
the dark Vulture.
But know, O Children of the Hawk, a Man is not a Bee. He may profit from
the image thereof, to learn of Wisdom in the Working. Behold in Me
another image for thy heart's instruction.
There rose before their eyes the Tower of Silence, wherein the Lovers of
Fire lay their dead.
The Vulture form alighted soft therein, and ate the flesh from the
corpses, to the bone. The wind howled, desolate, in this fearsome place,
fluttering the cerements about the ivory bones.
Silently, the Winged One stared, gore smeared about her beak. Into the
eyes of each Priest there assembled, her baleful gaze did search. In
perfect peace they beheld her searching, for each, as Warrior, had made
of Death a brother. Deliberately then, she unfolded out her wings, and
took to the wind, and soared up from that place.
The Giving of the Word
Eternity then reigned, Infinite the veil that hung about them.
Somewhere, sometime, the veil parted for a moment, and She- Who-Moves
strode forth. More comely than mortal woman ever was, She glowed in
radiance of pearl and amethyst. Fine pleated linen was Her gown, girded
in gold and silver, and on Her head, a nemyss of starred blue. Her crown
was but a single plume, free-standing, and in her hands the Ankh and
Wand of healing.
Unto each Warrior-Priest she moved, embraced and kissed them. Then,
seated in the midst, She spoke as comrade equally-ranked.
"All ye who practise well the High Art, hearken. There shall be nothing
hidden from thy sight. All formulae and Words shalt thou discover, being
initiated by those whose Work it is to aid the Law of Will.
"Ye have worked well in all that has been given; upon the Tree of Life
are ye founded. In Tetragrammaton have ye proceeded; in all the Beast
hath given ye have practised well. Ye have become Hadit, and NU, and
Ra-Hoor-Khuit also. As Heru-Pa-Kraath did ye abide in silence. Ye know
PAN as lover and as godform, and BABALON is bride and self to you.
"The forces of Shaitan have ye engendered, calling forth the nexus of
the ninety-three wherein to work your Will. Separation for the joy of
Union have ye known, and Alchemy is Science to your Art.
"For those who know, and will, and dare, and keep in silence, it goes
"In death is Life - for now as ever has it been so. The Willed Death is
eternal - keep it so. Self of Ego, selfson born of Maya, must be slain
on the moment of birth. The unsleeping Eye must vigil keep, O Warriors,
for the illusion is self-generate.
"Constant watchfulness is the first Act - the Abyss is crossed by
minutes, every day.
"If ye would dance the Mask, then mask the Dance. Exquisite must be the
Art in this wise; and balance in the Center be maintained, or else ye
shall give unwonted Life unto thine own creations. Tread carefully this
path of Working, Mage. A tool, by Will devised, makes an ill master.
"Now in the Mass, the Eagle must be fed upon what she has shared in
making. By the same mouth that roars upon the mountain, is the word-act
of No Difference given.
"And when Will declares, therein shall join the BEE to add the gold to
red and white. The essence of Shaitan is Nectar here, the Temple is the
Hive. The Lion is the Flower, now betimes, the Eagle invokes the nature
of the BEE.
"Within the triple-chambered shrine is the first nectar pooled. The
summons of the wand of PAN awakens the portal- opening bliss. And from
the third and inmost chamber, in joy supreme, the Sothis-gift,
quintessential mead, bounds forth to join Eagle-tears and Lion-blood.
"Solve et Coagula. Comm-Union thereby, whereof the Cosmos itself
dissolveth, and re-forms by Will. And know, if aught can be so ordered
in the Kingdom, that three or more is zero, as well as older truths."
Then stirred the Warrior-Priests, and of their number, a nameless one
"We know thee, Lady, unspoken though Thy name has been thus far. But
say now - what was written on the manskin? What is the word Thou
She smiled and drew from out her robe a parchment scroll, shaped even as
a Star. Unrolling it, She turned it roundabout, so all might see.
"What is this Word, O Lady - how may it be used?"
"In silent wisdom, King and Warrior-Priest. Let the deed shine forth
and let the word be hidden; the deed is lamp enough to veil the face.
"It is the word of the twenty-third path, whose number is fifty and
six. It is the unspoken Abode, wherein the Dance of the Mask is taught
by Me. Tahuti watches without the Ape; I am the Vulture also.
"It is the Chalice of Air and Wand of Water, the Sword of Earth and
Pantacle of Fire. It is the hourglass and tail- biting serpent. It is
the Ganges becoming Ocean, the Way of the Eternal Child.
"It names the Source of Mine Own Being - and yours. It is the origin of
this sending, that channels through Andromeda and Set. What race of gods
do speak to Man, O Willed Ones? The word of them is both the Name and
"It is for thy mantram and incantation. To speak it is to bring about
certain change. Be circumspect in its usage - for if its truth be known
abroad, it would perchance drive the slaves to madness and despair.
"Only a true Priest-King may know it fully, and stay in balance through
his GO-ing flight. This is all I speak for now. The Book of the
Preshadowing of the Feather is complete. Do what thou wilt shall be the
whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will."
* Donat per Omne
* Scriba - Nema
* Sol in Capricornus
* Anno Heru LXX
with permission by Nema