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                          LIBER PENNAE PRAENUMBRA

 -The following is a communication received and scribed by a magickian working
in the Cincinnati area. The writing of it was not acheived by individual effort.
 It is in accordance with the will of the Bate Cabal to make possible the
sharing of insights with the magickal community. To this end the document is
printed.-

                            THE BOOK OF MAAT
                              Scriba Nema

                         LIBER PENNAE PRAENUMBRA

 In the Akasha-Echo is this inscribed:

 By the same mouth, O Mother of the Sun, is the word breathed forth and the
nectar received. By the same breath, O Counterweight of the Heart, is the
manifest created and destroyed.

 There is but one gate, though there appear to be nine, Mime-dancer of the
Stars. How beautiful thy weft and web, a-shimmering in the fire-dark of space!

 The two that are nothing salute you, Black Flame that moves Hadit! The less
and less One grows, the more and more Pra-NU may manifest. Do thou now speak
to us, the children of the time-to-come; declare thy will and grant thy Love
to us!

                        THEN SPAKE SHE THAT MOVES:

 I hurl upon ye, Children of Heru! All ye who love the Law and keep it,
keeping Naught unto yourselves, are ye a-blest. Ye have sought the scattered
pieces of Our Lord, ceasing never to assemble all that has been. And in the
Realm of the Dead have ye begotten from the Dead the Shining One. Ye then gave
birth, and nourished Him.

 Thy Land of Milk shall have the honey also, dropped down as dew by the Divine
Gynander. The pleasure and delight lie in the Working, the Whole surpassing
far the Parts together.

 The Lord of Parts is placed within His kingdom, as done by Beast and Bird.
The land of Sun is open but to Children. Heed the Eternal Child--his Way is
flowing free, and suited to the Nature of your being.

 A Voice crieth in the Crystal Echo:

 What means this showing-forth? Is Time Itself awry? The Hawk has flown but
threescore and ten in His allotted course!

 She smiles, as beauteous as Night:

 Behold, He spreads His pinions yet in flight, showering and shaking forth the
Golden Light upon the hearts of men. And wherein doth He fly, and by what
means? The Feather and the Air are His to ride, to bear him ever in His GO-
ing.

 The pylons of the ages are unshaken, firmly are they Set. The Day of the Hawk
has but seen its due measure according to the Laws of Time and Space.

 The Voice then spoke:

 Then has the Vision failed? Do I behold Thee crookedly, thinking Thee to be
Whom Thou art Not?

 She danced and whirled, scattering starlight in her silent laughter.

 I Am Whom I appear to be, at times, and then again I wear a triple veil. Be
not confused! Above all, Truth prevails.

 I am the Unconfined. Who is there to say me nay, to say "Thou shalt not
pass."? Who indeed may say, "Thy time is yet to come", when Time itself is my
cheif serving-maid, and Space the Major-domo of my Temple?

 Indeed. O Voice of the Akasha, I am the means by which you speak. By the same
mouth that breathes the Air, do words of doubt pour forth. In silence then, do
know Me. For I am come with purpose at this time, to aid the Lovers of the
Hawk to fly.



                           THE WORD OF FLIGHT


 WHO FALTERS IN THE FLIGHT MUST THEREBY FALL:
 THE GREATNESS OF THE GODS IS IN THE GO-ING.


 When first ye fledged, Beloved of Heru, the shell which had protected long
had broken. Upon the Wings of Will ye ventured forth, gaining strenght and
power as ye flew. Ye gained all knowledge of the Feathered Kingdom, whereby ye
became as perfect as the Sun. The friends and teachers all became as brothers.

 The regal Swan, the Heron and the Owl--the Raven and the Cockeral did aid ye.
The Beauty of the Hawk Himself was granted, the virtues of the Peacock, the
Hummingbird and the Loon. The Eagle did reveal her inner nature and the
Mysteries thereof--behold, ye witnessed how, with her Lion, she became the
Swan. And the Ibis of the Abyss did show the Knowledge.

 Ye flew, O Kings and Hermits! And ye fly even now, within the bending
loveliness of NU. But there are those among ye, and below ye, who would snare
your wings and drag ye from the sky.

 Look well within! Judge well your Heart! If ye be pure, it weighs no more
than I. It will not bear ye down to the Abyss. For Gold is Light, but Lead is
fatal unto flying-plumb your own depths, in Truth and in self-knowledge.

 If aught would hinder thee, it is thy doing. Behold this teaching now within
the Temple.

 So saying, She-Who-Moves assumed the form of the great Black Flame, growing
from the central shaft and billowing out into the Void. The Children of Heru
beheld in silence, and listened to Her words form in their hearts.

 Behold! This lens of Stars now turning in Space before ye--men have named it
well Andromeda. Through it I flow unto the holy Moondog, and thence to Ra, and
thence to ye, O Priests.

 Ye must not rest content whilst in the Kingdom, but strive and so exceed in
what is done. In Love of the Lady of the North, and in Will of the Prince of
the South, do every thing soever. In the power of the Seven-rayed Star do ye
comprhend the Beast. And from HAD of the Heart do delight in thy star-arched
darling.

 Do all this, and then, pass beyond. Abandon aught that might distinguish thee
from any other thing, yea, or from no-thing. If the fowler would snare thee,
leave thy feather-cloak a-dangle in his hand and soar naked and invisible
beyond!

 But now! As priests within the Temple are ye here, as Kings, and Warriors,
Magickians all. The Way is in the Work.

 The Hidden One of the Abyss now gives the two wherein is wrought the higher
Alchemy: supporting Earth is Chthonos--learn it well, and all bonds shall be
loosed for the Will's Working. Surmounting Spirit, there is Ychronos, whose
nature is duration and the passing-away thereof.

 The two are one, and form the Kingdom's essence. Who masters them is Master
of the World. They are the utter keys of Transmutation, and keys of the power
of the other Elements.

 The Warrior-Priests received the Keys, and placed them within their robes, to
hold them hidden well above their hearts. The Black Flame danced and dwindled,
becoming small, a quill pen, plumed and pointed. There being naught upon which
to write, one among the Priests came forth, and laid his body's skin upon the
altar as living parchment.

 She-Who-Moves wrote thereupon a Word, but shew it not before them. In
patience waited all the Kings and Hermits, assured full well of final
Understanding.

 The Feather grew again, and rounded close its edges, becoming to their eyes
the Yonilignam. The image came of Ancient Baphomet, the Horned One, who spoke:

 Of old ye knew the Key of the Two-in-One conjoined. Ye have lived and loved
full measure as NU and HAD, as PAN and BABALON. The Mystery of mine own image
do ye also know, for such a Truth was for the ancient Orders of the East and
West.

 Bipartate has the race of man been in its span. The Father and the Mother
made a Child. I am the elder of the Children, true--but now the younger rises
to His Day.

 The nature of true Alchemy is that it changes not alone the substance of the
Work, but also changes thence the Alchemist. Ye whose Will it is to Work
thereby, Behold mine inverse image, consider well its meaning for thy Task.



                       THE SHOWING OF THE IMAGE

 From out the Yonilignam drifted forth a Cloud, violet and light-shot. In the
misty heart thereof a sound arose, vibrating soft, yet filling everywhere.

 Jeweled and flashing rainbow-lights from wings, there hovered inthe midst an
humble BEE. Striped gold and brown, soft-haired and curved in the form, it
shone its eyes unto the Priests and Kings assembled.

 Spoke then She-Who-Moves from out the mist surrounding: