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Вызов демона Бафомета

Инвокация Бафомета

Вначале проведите любой изгоняющий ритуал для очистки храма и установите на алтаре статую бафомета.

Маг говорит, держа руку на своих половых органах: :

It is my Will to manifest the spirit of the life-force, Baphomet, that we may strengthen and inspire the Kia within me.

Затем вибрируйте на енохианском языке призыв сил хаоса

           OL SONF VORS G GOHO VOVIN VABZIR DE TEHOM QADMON.
           ZIRDO L IAIDA DS PRAF A LIL
           ZIRDO CIAOFI CAOSGO MOSPLEH TELOCH
           PANPIR MALPIRGI CAOSG.
           ZAZAS ZAZAS NASATANATA ZAZAS.

Затем прочитайте кроулианское призывание-гимн Пану

Hymn to Pan)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light
Come careering out of the night
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
Come to me!  Come to me!

In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain --- come over the sea,
Devil or god, to me!  To me!

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp ---
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,

I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Monster, maiden, Maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!
Затем вызывайте Бафомета:

маг рисует перевернутую пентаграмму над его телом, вибрируя ИО ПАН. Становится в позу бафомета (как на его изображениях и статуях)

и читает нараспев:

           In the first aeon, I was the Great Spirit.
           In the second aeon, Men knew me as the Horned God, Pangenitor Panphage.
           In the third aeon, I was the Dark One, the Devil.
           In the fourth aeon, Men know me not, for I am the Hidden One.
           In this new aeon, I appear before you as Baphomet.
           The God before all gods who shall endure to the end of the Earth!

Затем читает декларацию бафомета:

Declaration of Baphomet
(From Aleister Crowley)
I am the Eye and the Tooth, the Goat of the Spirit, the Lord of Creation. I am the Eye in the Triangle, the Silver Star that ye adore.
I am Baphomet, that is the Eightfold Word that shall be equilibrated with the Three.
There is no act or passion that shall not be a hymn in mine honour.
All holy things and all symbolic things shall be my sacraments.
These animals are sacred unto me; the goat, and the duck, and the ass, and the gazelle, the man, the woman and the child.
All corpses are sacred unto me; they shall not be touched save in mine eucharist. All lonely places are sacred unto me; where one man gathereth himself together in my name, there will I leap forth in the midst of him.
I am the hideous god, and who mastereth me is uglier than I.
Yet I give more than Bacchus and Apollo; my gifts exceed the olive and the horse.
Who worshippeth me must worship me with many rites.
I am concealed with all concealments; when the Most Holy Ancient One is stripped and driven through the market place, I am still secret and apart.
Whom I love I chastise with many rods.
All things are sacred to me; no thing is sacred from me.
For there is no holiness where I am not.
Fear not when I fall in the fury of the storm; for mine acorns are blown afar by the wind; and verily I shall rise again, and my children about me, so that we shall uplift our forest in Eternity.
Eternity is the storm that covereth me.
I am Existence, the Existence that existeth not save through its own Existence, that is beyond the Existence of Existences, and rooted deeper than the No-Thing-Tree in the Land of No-Thing.