Come, I shall show you the Logos, and the mysteries of the Logos, and I shall explain them to you in images that are known to you. This is the mountain beloved of all, no longer the scene for tragedies, but devoted to the dramas of truth. O truly sacred mysteries! O pure light! We become seers by initiation. The Light reveals the sacred signs, for you yourself are the hierophant ... and you shall dance with angels around the One, and the One shall join with you in your dance, your mysterious journey, your ascension, your path ...

The Feast of Rebirth: The Ritual of the Spirit of Fire.

The boundary between the old past and the infant future reflects our nature only too well, if we choose to look. The choice is ours, the familiar -- or the unknown -- decay -- or rebirth. We count weeks, days, minutes, seconds, as if moment were finite, as if the times between were fixed, but life is neither in past verdicts or future plans. The old past becomes the infant future seamlessly, twin illusions we use to console or distract. The spirit of fire is transformation, and the moment is always NOW. There is no other moment. The place is always HERE; there is no other place. All of nature is renewed by fire. It is the midnight of the year, where the light of day appears small and feeble against the long, cold night. The daylight feels like the spirit, active within us, contracted to a small flame, flickering very low, too low; it seems to have died; we cannot find its embers as we search alone in the thick blackness. If it seems to have died, it lives yet, for IT IS THAT WHICH SEES. It is the act of perception. It is the energy with which we must search through the long dark night. Consciousness creates what it measures; when we would measure ourselves, when we demand to know who we are truly, we find awareness itself, without weight, swifter than light, everywhere at once, connecting all things. This is the storehouse of all energy, unchanged, immortal, inexhaustible, the very spirit of fire; the essence of self.

IAO
As Virgin undefiled or Whore unredeemed
As a Woman girt with a sword
You give us the Sonne, the heir to the kingdom
Through darkness alone is the light reborn.
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Queen of the heavens, Mother of the stars,
Lady of the Water, Goddess of the Earth
You give birth to the Child, crowned and conquering.
Through darkness alone is the light reborn.
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What is destructible is but a parable
Here is perceived the unattainable
That without words here becomes action
The Eternal Feminine lures to perfection.
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All due respect to the following incarnations: The Magus (April Q. Dawn); The Reaper (Johannes Ayres); Emperor Agni (Brad Hex); Mistress Fortune (Kira Westfall); The Jesters (Genevieve & Michael Church); and The Sonne (Matt Glynn). This ritual was brought to you by IAO Core.

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