And In Those Days It Was Given

Unto The False Prophets

To Spread The Lie

Sow The Seed Of Doubt

Draw Aside The Veil

And Reveal The End Of Days

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Born Of Shadows

A Grigori Tale

Book I

Of fire And Ice

Blood Rain

Liquid tears leeched into golden sand Rises, a mist of softest pink

Borne upon breath Etched in flesh

A cascade of liquid longing

Witness to the ages thy brother calls His call echoes upon aethyrs

Bruised by love’s eternal caress

A teardrop of blood upon a waxen cheek A breath frozen in time

A heartbeat stilled, silent

Liquid words leeched into silence Rises, a silent scream

Borne along avenues of fire Consume, transform into myriad worlds

Each a mirror, carbon

Witness to the moment thy sister calls Her call, plainsong of the heart

Wounded by love’s travails

A tear frozen in blood red silence A breath, caught upon the breeze

A heartbeat, a whisper rises to a scream, silence

Liquid silence leeched into the spiral of the day Rises, a memory darkly

Borne along moments eternal Unfold into the golden moment Return … Return … Return

Witness to truth we call unto thee A liquid call from oceans deep

Thy lovers, spent, return

Blood rain falls Its heart a drumbeat, Its breath a triumph

Within the citadel the watchers pray And upon plains of liquid gold

Beneath a sky indigo A bright star beckons

Blood rain rises A tide, flows into liquid oceans embrace

Dark towers rise, beacons of night cast shadows deep And upon an escarpment of amber

The Grigori, legions of the night await, a vigil

Blood rain, a tide of shadows Consumes the night and casts upon the shores of time

Still, silent forms, each a cipher of promise And along corridors sulphurous does the pageant unfold, eternal

Sic transit gloria rosa mundi

Blood rain shrouds the light of a black sun Its rays a resonant thrum, a heartbeat

Beneath its rays bathed in nectar, a toxin sweet Watchers shrouded in darkness await the tide

Liquid fire consumes all to ash, blown upon winds and vacuum

Blood Rain … Blood Moon … Black Sun Holy trinity in The Night of Pan

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast witness to the ages rise Through the portal enter this The Vale of Tears

Thy Grigori hold the pylons and summon thee

Namrael a cipher of brightest day. Samael of deepest night Their breath a toxin, their gaze a benediction

Their hearts conjoined, their minds a liquid dance upon aethyrs bright

Blood rain falls and quenches thirst, slakes appetites jaded Blood Moon rises, silence

Black Sun rises conjoined, silence The dragon stirs from her slumbers, scales vibrate

Takes flight and enters the opalescent night

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast rises The dance unfolds and in her embrace the Grigori dance

She a ladye fair adorned in white lace He a jester in motley black and gold

And upon their cheeks a single tear of blood falls into the night

Blood rain Liquid tears leeched into golden sand

Rises, a mist of softest pink Borne upon breath

Etched in flesh A cascade of liquid longing

Ave Samael Ave Lilith Ave Pan

Liber Solus Noir

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Of Fire And Ice

No One witnessed the unfolding events for in truth No One was Yet to be born. We speak of pristine silence wherein the aethyrs be but adorned by the sibilant whispers of the stars as they commune across the eternal aethyrs unheeded. A time before the night of time where all is limned in fire and its precipitation becomes as ice. Here the mighty titans are yet to be and the gods but a mote of dust upon the void. Ice yields within the embrace of the ever advancing fire. Fire is cooled as ice also advances and in the eternal play that unfolds between them they dream and scheme of what will come to pass.

The eternal father and mother caught within the rapture of their embrace advance and yield in turn and as one gains in ascendance does the other yield itself to the ecstasy of consummation. Fire and ice, two shorelines upon the face of namelessness echo the endless memory that crosses time and space in silence. Silence breached by the occasional gasp as one yields to the other in their embrace.

No One witnesses this for though yet to be born it is to be the first of things to bruise the silence with its insistent presence and the dream that forms its memory of flesh begins to yield also to the ebb and flow of the current that is all things in the beginning of the night of time. Heat rises and melts the core of what might yet be a heart. Ice consumes the memory and cools ardour yet to be.

Silence pristine unalloyed by the tumult that is to be the sentient wave aeons away and at this time, unmeasured, but a dream within the heart of nothingness.

No One greets the day for eternity is its name and of the night nothing is known. Even the whispers of the stars, sole witnesses to the events yet to unfold, still their sibilant musings and awe burns within what might yet be their hearts. Fire and ice advance and retreat in turn as aeons without count unfold and the books of life and death are but shadows yet to be as the sentient wave they are yet to witness slumbers in the hall of forgetfulness.

Fractured ice dissolves within the inferno. Quenched fire releases its breath as the struggle continues ever after.

No One witnessed the unfolding events for in truth No One was Yet to be born.

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Book II

The Whispering Wind

Ode To Lost Souls

Not to you do I speak, brave of heart and firm of purpose. Nor to you bright ones within a field of light.

Not to you who walks in purpose fulfilled. Nor to you of vision strong, buoyed by life’s enrichment.

But to you I speak wanderer upon the shores of night. And to you the desolate ones outside the circles of life.

Raised upon columns of molten ash.

Your journey began with a cry and ends with a scream. Betwixt the emptiness evolved.

First a doubt becomes a certainty. Those of faith know you not. Those of vision know you not.

Those of purpose know you not.

Within the citadel of life do they dwell, basking beneath an indolent sun.

Liber Solus Noir

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And of fire and ice was the first breath formed. Breath that held the essence of creation within the transient body which gave of itself during the dance if timelessness. At first it also was but a dim shadow, a memory yet to be but it would wait, would watch for its moment was a distant shoreline etched upon a landscape that existed not.

No One witnessed the unfolding events for in truth No One was Yet to be born.

The first of the echoes was made manifest and within the cauldron of possibility did it lay caressed in turn by the ebb and flow of the dance that presaged its coming. Heat and cold informed its yet to be form but laid the matrix upon which all would be built.

The whispering wind rose upon a beacon of light and lightning informed the aethyrs for the first time and silence was breached for all time. The trinity was formed and as fire and ice sacrificed themselves upon the wind a maelstrom arose. The first true sound as of thunder ripped the firmament and as the first of its echoes died another replaced it in endless procession. The word made flesh etched itself upon the moment and the titans were made flesh and in the eternal night celebration turned to woe.

Movement transfused the moment and the dance was stilled to be replaced by the unrelenting storm that raged within the once pristine silence and were their anyone to witness this they would have cried the tears of the forlorn.

No One, yet to be, a mournful prayer upon its yet to be lips, bowed its head and became the first of the memories that would eventually become a landslide, but for now it alone communed with the ever dreaming stars which though of form also were in truth yet to be.

Stillness breached forever became as a corpse upon a battlefield yet to be and had it form its blood would be leeched by the sands of time.

No One stood upon a yet to be mountaintop and began to witness events as through a lens of tears and the second wave commenced.

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Book III

An Oceans Tears

Time & Time Again

Once A whisper caught upon a breeze A murmur heard within the dark A glimpse etched in thorns A cry cast upon ears deafened plea unheeded

Now A whisper unheard A murmur eternal A glimpse cast upon a skin of amber A cry of a heart emptied A plea an ocean of dreams

Shadows, dreams, but echoes, pass along corridors unending. Thoughts, architects of sorrow lay their stones and upon foundations crumbling this tower is raised, washed within amniotic oceans embrace. Caressed by starlight. Nurtured by Moons light. Cursed by the day star.

Time again and yet again

Once Within a golden city he caught a glimpse of her Eyes bruised in the beholding Upon a hill beneath the moon he held her, trembling Heart entranced by ardour and pain Beneath the ocean he reached for her Grasped her hand and was lost to the waves

Upon a starbeam they danced within the embrace of fairest Artemis, she a ladye fair cloaked in lace of white, he a jester gold and black.

Now Shadows resolve into emptiness. Whispers to silence. Vision to the void. The heart a burning ground. The mind but a dim reflection. The body kindling for the fire.

Time again and yet again

The promise of a love. The promise of a life. Ashes cast upon waters turned to venom. And yet this heart knows beauty, this mind knows truth. And within that noble temple does reside. And now the call is sent forth upon aethyrs devoid of life, Entranced by ardour grown sour, a fruit plucked corrupt.

Once Hopes golden sands beneath a violet moon A starlit city of dreaming domes An ocean of promise

eternity of dream

Now Carbon ash burnt beneath a blood red moon Miasmas of corruption sow seeds of despair A barren wasteland A fixed moment

Time again and yet again

The dreaming moment evolves, unfolds, and in its turning the stars do spin The lambent light rejoices. The enslaved are freed. The joyless know ecstasy. The innocent are absolved

Once A dream beheld A call sent forth An answer issued A mystery unfolding

Now A dream made flesh A call yet echoes upon the aethyrs An answer yet unfolding A mystery inviolate

The son of the starbeam dreams and knows freedom

Time again and yet again

Liber Solus Noir

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And of this was formed an ocean of tears and the palace of exiles laid its foundations deep within the bedrock yet to be. The trinity of primes now complete in their purpose release themselves into amniotic oceans embrace and the first page of the book of life is turned and upon its surface the first figures cast in tears are etched upon what will become its endless pages as the second wave of becoming is released from its prison of anonymity.

No One descends the mountain, all that yet exists within an oceans tears and dipping toes yet to be feels the fire and ice lapping as if an expectant beast upon the surface of its yet to be skin. Feels the raging storm abate as the lightning stills and the drumbeat of thunder is reduced to being but a memory.

The ever constant stars above rise from their slumbers and cast their dreams upon the surface of tears that forms the ocean beneath them and the first great titan rises and creases the night with the first of many howls that will be the first chapter within the book of life.

No One, almost flesh is consumed and drawn deep beneath the waves as the salt of an oceans tears becomes the first page of the book of death and the twin pylons are established within the void. Cyphers rise upon the surface and the first of many tales, yet to be are etched upon their vellum in tears, blood and breath by a quill yet to be.

The ocean ever rising becomes the fourth great sentinel and its seal is placed upon creations countenance and for all time will the echoes of its presence inform all that is yet to be.

Silence long passed lay upon its bed, forlorn, within its palace of wonder and yielded its last figurative breath upon the night and quietly and unobserved died.

No One became as flesh and shaking the dust from its ill formed limbs took the first of many steps that would bring it to the understanding of its being and of its name which with the passing of time would be adonai.

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Book IV

The Bride Of Adonai

The Rapture

Dreams unfold their gossamer wings, hung upon the breeze to form and permit flight.

Gentle breeze, warm sunshine and love permit this to unfold.

Eternity unfolds itself before the eye of dreaming,

such splendour, such beauty.

She sings her birth song radiant in her glory. Casts her gaze upon another and claims him as hers.

The tableaux unfolds each delicious moment.

Their minds caress as do their hearts and in the sanctuary of their flesh they connect and dream a dream of splendour.

She binds them with love and a violet cord and in the whispered breath that passes between them are they made one.

United in heart, mind and body the spirit soars upon the breeze of its nuptial flight.

She would know this one, complete him in his glory, that they might bask in the glory of their Becoming.

Storms cast their shadows and yet like the spring melt water they pass and reveal the golden son of morning, the daystar.

Twilight, their time, amidst the beauty of glorious Artemis. She who has blessed these ones, holds them within her embrace. Raises them unto the heavens

where they are blessed and protected by Starbeams cascading through velvet night.

Artemis, her silven arrows pierce flesh, make whole the rends of times before.

Casts a new veil of flesh upon the aethyrs of being and rejoices. Epiphany.

She my angel guides and protects, loves and nurtures her erratic lover.

Heals the bruising of his eyes. Eyes stained by sorrows fulfillment.

With spells of love and perfumes intoxicating in their beauty does she redeem his life, his heart, his very life.

And upon the plains of loves unfolding does he claim her, his love, his Yve. Brightest of stars, most beautiful of angels.

Let us walk into beauty with Power, with Grace. And let us sing a song of Rapture.

And in the unfolding of our time may we rejoice at the rich bounty the Goddess in her glory grants us.

The Rapture. Liber Solus Noir

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No One was born and in the fullness of time took unto itself a name by virtue of which it might distinguish itself from all that came before it and from that which would follow and in the night of time it uttered to itself the great mystery, I Am. Non differentiated form mourned its passing and ceded the sword of truth to the errant one who now claimed dominion and as it gazed across an ocean of tears and perceived the mountain that stood at its heart it released its breath upon the air and as it fell as golden rain did the ocean yield and rising from her depths the beloved, she who is mother to all things looked upon her son and knew Love.

The titans whose flesh formed the bones of the land yet to be, whose breath became as the sky and those tears forever fill an ocean of such one by one dissolved into the matrix that would become life and the final wave was unleashed upon silence, now but a vague and distant memory.

No One looked upon the wonder before it and of its thoughts were made hills and valleys, mountains and seas, forest and desert. The first aeon was etched upon the pages of the book of life and whilst the book of death waited expectant it reveled upon the dominion it was yet to claim.

The bride adorned by seven veils entered the world of form and as each veil fell like a snowflake to the earth beneath did she reveal her beauty to adonai into whose embrace she stepped and claimed him as hers and of their marriage and its consummation did the grigori rise and utter their song of joy upon the air which now void of tears knew an age of golden beauty.

Here Eden was raised and the earth was formed to embrace its eternal presence and in this garden were raised the two trees that serve as both sentinel and witness.

No One beheld the wonder of the work before him and in rapture celebrated the moment and cast it upon the face of creation and wove the first of many threads that would be the tapestry that aeons into the future would become history but for now there is nothing or no one to record this and it exists as but a possibility within the hearts and minds of the eternal lovers.

Matre Pulchra Filia Pulchrior

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Book V

Of Smoke And Shadows

Benediction

Amidst shadows and smoke does he rise Splinters of light adorn his torn visage

Thorns rend flesh, rivers of blood embrace limbs, barely formed.

Shadows coalesce and in the frozen moments does he remember Limbs once broken begin to heal as the elixir flows

drop by iridescent drop Nectar sweet, laced with bitter gall enters eyes, yet dim of sight

Enters nostrils, a benediction.

Shadowed forms limned in lightning attend the moment A chorus of cries and whispers

Echoes into eternity, the moment.

Once upon a hill of flint he stood Raising hands and calling forth his Elohim as his form dissolved

The Seals opened and the dance unfolds.

Once into a pool of quicksilver did he gaze Fingers drawing forth tendrils of form cast upon the air, they rise

Summoning the rays of Solus Noir, they descend.

Once beneath the ocean did he reach out and clasp his sisters hand In embrace they dance upon aethyrs burnished gold A dark stain rises and consumes all within its path.

Once upon a lightning bolt did he descend and entered fairest Lilith's domain

A stranger, cast upon shores, foreign and exotic.

Once within the heart of a star he slumbered Bound by chains of liquid light

Called forth by life, his nemesis.

Once as Azrael he seeded himself into the unfolding pageant

And once he Became. Liber Solus Noir

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No One became as Someone and surveyed the beauty before him. Saw the beauty of the vast grassland spread before him. Saw beast, bird and insect that adorned the tapestry before him and gently clasping the hand of the one who stood beside him whispered a prayer of thankfulness upon the air and rejoiced in the rapture that is life and in that moment consciousness descended into the pit of self consciousness and division was born.

The books of life and death bore witness and scribed the testimony of history upon their pages. Each thought, each word, each deed etched in blood upon their surface. They witnessed the rise of man and despaired at what they witnessed. Witnessed empires rise and fall like snowflakes beneath a burning sun. Witnessed the beauty and horror that adorns the robes of such beings and in their wisdom drew about themselves a cloak of silence.

Though once, like all things, but a dream sentience raised its blood soaked fist upon the air shook it as if it were of consequence and rallied all to the prison cell that is its dominion. First one slave brought all to heel to be quickly replaced by another and yet another and over the millennia deemed itself immortal. Fleeting as it was for in the annuals of time its existence is but a moment passing upon the surface of the mirror that reflects eternity.

Someone, the ever present witness scribed this into a book of his own and cast it into the fire whose ashes flesh themselves into the nobility of ignorance that are the rags he wears in the vale of tears and would pass this before uncomprehending eyes as wisdom.

In edens sceptred beauty remain but two grigori and at the end of days they to shall die and be consigned to the hall of remembrance wherein their tears shall flow and create a second ocean of tears from which all will rise.

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Book VI

Na’amah’s Mirror

Na’amah

Hymn To The Beloved

Golden thread around heart entwined Visage of palest gold bleached by blood

Darkest barb, venom sweet Vision of light shadowed by blood moon

Step by step the pageant unfolds Embrace, melt into rapture Dissolve into bliss denied

Pale golden one a kiss upon thy brow A caress upon breast of softest silk

Entwine limbs slick with sweat Heat dissolves flesh

Breath dissolves thought Passion dissolves the heart

Union dissolves life

Blood flows from wounds deep as time Semen rises caught in a cup of softest velvet between golden thighs

Breath quickens and dissolves in rapture sweet Breath stills in the velvet shroud of darkest midnight

Cascading thought tumbles into oblivion, servant of time Na’amah golden one mistress of time, servant of none

Shapes born of desire replace the tapestry of life Life bows to death her master

Through silven forests does she dance beneath pale Hecate Loose thy arrows desolate one, pierce flesh spent in passion

Golden nectar flows through limbs broken Darkest venom courses through veins burned upon thy pyre

One kiss granted, benediction. One kiss denied, eternal longing

Reflection, dark shadows arise, a mist of amber stained blood red Lightning burns eyes long weary

Thunder subdues heart quenched in fire Gaze deep into the mirror of thy mind

Draw deeply from the well of thy heart Broken vessel leaking blood into sand unheeding Once a garden pure where innocence was born

Leaf and stem embraced in love

Once an earth mother to her children Cradled in loving arms Once starlight dissolved the vacuum of space A thousand angels voices arched in ecstasy

Once life pierced the veil of time The tapestry woven thread by thread

Across the mountains of the moon did we walk my love and i Taking our rest within the vale of Aphrodite

Into the boundary lands did we step Upon a plain of golden sand the bones of all who went before

Beneath our sun we walk ebon rays shining forth Dissolving all that has been and will be

Creation unmade upon the plain of truth unfolding

Namrael fairest maiden Samael desolate one

Hand in hand each step a drop of blood released upon the aethyrs And in the last of days

Two grigori walk upon the earth And they shall die

Yglas Na’amah Yglas Isheth Yglas Ygrat

Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori

Evohe Evohe Evohe

Ast Innui Khephri Vos

Ahdi Ypres Grigori

Selim Ast Nobilis

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast

Portus Lucis Noir

Ave Liber Solus Noir

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Book VII

The Decay Of The Angel

Forgiveness

I sought you out in forest glade, limned in moonlight Veiled in beauty, sylphen spectre

Breath upon the chill night air, gossamer mist of rainbow

Sought you out in oceans deep Reached out a hand and drowned in your embrace

Ebb and tide, eternal turning and returning

Sought you out in the caverns of the earth Where crystal adorned your body And liquid gold flowed as blood

Sought you out in starry depths Where whispers caress the silence eternal

The dance unfolding in splendour unheeded

Sought you out in leaf and stem, branch and bough Your face blessed by sunlight

Your feet deep within the mother

Turned and saw before me a simple woman Forgive my love

Beloved eternal, forgive

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No One witnessed the unfolding events for in truth No One was Yet to be born. We speak of pristine silence wherein the aethyrs be but adorned by the sibilant whispers of the stars as they commune across the eternal aethyrs unheeded.

All of this took place outside the circles of time, during the night of time itself, when dreams were made flesh and all that was, existed in the dreaming moment. Was, is and will be, in the passing of each thought and the echo of each desire. Is written into the memory time. And if, upon a night of starry beauty, your gaze be pulled to the heavens, know that the witness and his Elohim continue the unmaking through your hearts and minds, your bodies and your souls.

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At The End Of Days

There Will Be Two Grigori

Upon The Earth

And They Shall Die

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