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Echoes in the Womb of Time
by Keith Rowley
Thursday, March 05, 2009
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This is a somewhat experimental work, focused on the state of being of the Master of the Temple. Although it will mean most to students and practitioners of Thelema, I hope others find it acceptable and intriguing.

As a star was It cast into the night

Torn free from the lies of thought

Filled full with the glory of naught

Reborn in the womb of Nuit

See now!

Eternity is but a moment

Hear now!

Every moment an eternity

Now!

Is the long home of my soul

Eternity!

Receives me into the heart of God

But it is I that receives God!

There!

Where every Star burns to Ash

Within!

Where rest the Masters of the Temple

In Silence!

Sit still in the house of my mother

Eternal Zero!

Saturn’s bride in the sea of time

In holy rapture calls our Lady, Babalon

Receiving all, most blessed, most holy whore

Our saintly blood seeps long into her cup

As loud roars the Beast in triumphal ecstasy

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Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu 5/9/2009

This one is quite hypnotic Keith,
I hadn't seen it before.

Axilea

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER 3/6/2009

Elegant use of metaphors, chilled perfectly, slange! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Willie Maartens 3/5/2009

Nice work Keith. Willie