First was void. Aeon of Besz. The limitless vacuum, shapeless and infinite.
The mystic powers permeating the aether.
Then came the birth of man…
What say you, servants of The Aeon of Isis.
We are one. We of the earth, sky and sea.
Progenitors of the feast and the famine.
The secrets of life reside in the womb.
Aeon of Osiris. May your light bring life to our lands.
Your absence brings winter tide, and death.
What are your secrets? The sun sets, the lands grow cold.
Through sacrifice may we appease thee.
Time passes through us, our hollow vessels.
We now make our own laws, as we enter the Aeon of Horus.
We follow our True Will
We perform the Bornless Ritual,
to bring about the opening of the New Aeon.
“… the crowned and conquering child, who dieth not, nor is reborn, but goeth radiant ever upon His Way. Even so goeth the Sun: for as it is now known that night is but the shadow of the Earth, so Death is but the shadow of the Body, that veileth his Light from its bearer.”
Enter the Aeon of Maat.
We seek truth and justice, the power to choose Darkness or Light.
We expand our minds eye, to live harmonious with the Mother.
But if we fail in our duties, we shall see the Aeon of Set.
Destruction manifest. The worldless, wordless Aeon.
I shall write no more.
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