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THE RITE OF JUPITER
OFFICERS
CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO. "Black Robe, Swastika,"
SPHINX. "Green Robe, Violin and Sword."
HERMANUBIS. "Violet Robe, Caduceus."
TYPHON. "Red Robe, Prong two-forked, or Sword."
HEBE. .
GANYMEDE. . "Cup-bearers and Dancers. White Robes."
"The Temple represents the Wheel of Fortune of the Tarot. At its axle is
the Altar on which sits C.I.C.T. On the rim, S. at East spoke, H. at
North-West, T. at South-West. Hebe and Ganymede are seated at the
feet of C.I.C.T. To the West of the Wheel is the Veil."
THE RITE OF JUPITER
PART I
C.I.C.T. 1-333.
SPHINX. 22-22.
HEBE. Pisces Section from 963. [See Equinox, No. III., Special Supplement.]
SPHINX. Brother Hermanubis, summon the guests to the banquet of the
Father of the Gods!
HERMANUBIS. 4444, Brother Typhon, summon the guests to the banquet of the
Father of the Gods!
[TYPHON "draws aside veil as" GANYMEDE "begins his dance. Lights down."]
HERMANUBIS. Welcome to the banquet of the Father of the Gods!
Bear the bowls of Libation! ("done").
Be silent and secret! For it is by stealth that we are here assembled.
Know that Saturn hath been deceived, having swallowed a black stone,
thinking it to be his son, the child Jupiter. But Jupiter is here
enthroned, and shall overthrow his father. Beware then lest ye break
silence --- until Jupiter be ready to make war!
TYPHON. Him that speaketh will I slay forthright!
["A long pause."
PART II
CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO 1.
SPHINX 1. HERMANUBIS 1. TYPHON 1.
TYPHON. Hail unto thee, thou great god Hermanubis!
Art thou not the messenger of Jupiter?
HERMANUBIS. Hail unto thee, thou great god Typhon!
Art thou not the executor of his vengeance?
TYPHON. Brother Hermanubis, what is the hour?
HERMANUBIS. Noon. Brother Typhon, what is the place?
TYPHON. The summit of Olympus. Brother Hermanubis, what is thy position?
HERMANUBIS. Upon the rim of the Wheel. And Thine?
TYPHON. Upon the rim of the Wheel.
HERMANUBIS. Let us seek the centre of the Wheel.
["They with" SPHINX "rise and walk, faster and faster round the rim,
returning exhausted to their places."]
TYPHON. Brother Hermanubis, we are no nearer to the centre of the wheel.
HERMANUBIS. We are no nearer to the centre of the wheel.
TYPHON. Hast thou no message from the Gods?
HERMANUBIS. None, brother. Let us seek an oracle of the Gods.
["They rise an go round the rim, stopping and prostrating themselves before
the" SPHINX.]
HERMANUBIS. Hail unto Thee, that hast the secret of Jupiter!
Declare unto us, we beseech Thee, the mystery whereby we may approach the
centre of the wheel.
[SPHINX "plays a riddling sarcastic music.<<Serenade: Drdla.>>"
[TYPHON "goes to his place in terror."
[HERMANUBIS "goes to his place in wonderment."
SPHINX. Neither by sloth nor by activity may even my secret be attained.
Neither by emotion nor by reason may even I be understood. How then
should ye come to the centre of the wheel?
HERMANUBIS. Mother of mystery, what is thy position on Olympus?
SPHINX. Upon the rim of the wheel.
C.I.C.T. Feeling, and thought, and ecstasy
Are but the cerements of Me.
Thrown off like planets from the Sun
Ye are but satellites of the One.
But should your revolution stop
Ye would inevitably drop
Headlong within the central Soul,
And all the parts become the Whole.
Sloth and activity and peace,
When will ye learn that ye must cease?
TYPHON. How should I cease from lethargy?
HERMANUBIS. How should I quench activity?
SPHINX. How should I give up ecstasy?
C.I.C.T. What shines upon your foreheads?
S.H.T. ("together"). The Eye within the Triangle.
C.I.C.T. What burns upon your breasts?
S.H.T. ("together"). The Rosy Cross.
C.I.C.T. Brethren of the Rosy Cross! Aspirants to the Silver Star! Not
until these are ended can ye come to the centre of the wheel.
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms dance
With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with the bloom
Of the wind's cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley's gloom;
Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemn ways
Of the immemorial places shut behind the starry rays;
Of the East and all its splendour, of the West and all its peace;
And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard sounds hush and cease.
In the wheel of heaven revolving, mysteries of death and birth,
In the womb of time dissolving, shape anew a heaven and earth,
Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever dear,
Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful tear.
These are with me, these are of me, these approve me, these obey,
Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day.
These are real, these illusion: I am of them, false or frail,
True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirit's shadow-veil,
Till the Knowledge-Lotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem;
Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them
As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear,
Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear,
Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever:
Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness for ever.
In the blessed, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions pass,
Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened, leave no stain upon the glass.
One last stroke, O heart-free master, one last certain calm of will,
And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken and grow still.
Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirit's utmost flame,
Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and form and name!
Shatter, lake-reflected spectre; lake, rise up in mist to sun;
Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Master's work is done.
Nectar perfume gently stealing, masterful and sweet and strong,
Cleanse the world with light of healing in the ancient House of Wrong!
Free a million million mortals on the wheel of being tossed!
Open wide the mystic portals, and be altogether lost!
["A pause."
SPHINX 1. HERMANUBIS 1. TYPHON 1.
CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO 1.
["A pause."
PART III
TYPHON. I desire to begin the banquet.
HERMANUBIS. Brother Typhon, I will inquire of the Oracle.
Mother of Mystery, I beseech thee to begin the Banquet; for it is certainly necessary that this should be done.
[SPHINX "turns, bows, and stretches her hands in mute appeal to "C.I.C.T.]
C.I.C.T. 1. I heed not the passion, or the reason, or the soul of man. Mother of Mystery, declare my will.
[SPHINX "plays the most exalted (passionless because beyond passion) piece
that she may.<<Samadhilied: Waddell.>>"
HERMANUBIS. This means nothing to me.
TYPHON. I feel nothing.
C.I.C.T. 1. Mother of Mystery, declare my mind.
[SPHINX "plays a cold, passionless, intellectual piece.<<Adagio: Brahms.>>"
HERMANUBIS. Ah! Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter.
TYPHON. I feel nothing.
C.I.C.T. 1. Moth