THE SUPREME RITUAL

THE INVOCATION OF HORUS

ACCORDING TO THE DIVINE VISION OF W., THE SEER


To be performed before a window open to the E. or N. without incense. The room to
be filled with jewels, but only diamonds to be worn. A sword, unconsecrated, 44 pearl
beads to be told. Stand. Bright daylight at 12:30 noon. Lock doors. White robes. Bare feet.
Be very loud. Saturday. Use the sign of Apophis and Typhon.


CONFESSION



Unprepared and uninvoking Thee, I (Insert name/motto), am here in Thy Presence--for Thou
art Everywhere, O Lord Horus! --to confess humbly before Thee my neglect and scorn of
Thee.
How shall I humble myself enough before Thee? Thou art the mighty and unconquered Lord
of the Universe: I am a spark of Thine unutterable Radiance.
How should I approach Thee? but Thou art Everywhere.
But Thou hast graciously deigned to call me unto Thee, to this Exorcism of Art, that I may be
Thy Servant, Thine Adept, O Bright One, O Sun of Glory! Thou hast called me --should I not
then hasten to Thy Presence?
With unwashen hands therefore I come unto Thee, and I lament my wandering from Thee --
but Thou knowest!
Yea, I have evil!
If one blasphemed Thee, why should I therefore forsake Thee? But Thou art the Avenger; all
is with Thee.
I bow my neck before Thee; and as once Thy sword was upon it (see G.D. Ceremony of Neophyte,
the Obligation), so am I in Thy hands. Strike if Thou wilt: spare if Thou wilt: but accept me as I
am.
My trust is in Thee: shall I be confounded? This Ritual of Art; this Forty and Fourfold
Invocation; this Sacrifice of Blood-these I do not comprehend.
It is enough if I obey Thy decree; did Thy fiat go forth for my eternal misery, were it not my
joy to execute Thy Sentence on myself?
For why? For that All is in Thee and of Thee; it is enough if I burn up in the intolerable glory
of Thy presence.

Enough! I turn toward Thy Promise.
Doubtful are the Words: Dark are the Ways: but in Thy Words and Ways is Light. Thus then
now as ever, I enter the Path of Darkness, if haply so I may attain the Light.
Hail!
I
Strike, strike the master chord!
Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
Horus, Avenger!


O Thou of the Head of the Hawk! Thee, Thee, I invoke!
(At every "Thee I invoke," throughout the whole of the ritual, give the sign of Apophis.)

Thou only-begotten-child of Osiris Thy Father, and Isis Thy Mother. He that was slain;
She that bore Thee in Her womb flying from the Terror of the Water. Thee, Thee I invoke!
O Thou whose Apron is of flashing white, whiter than the Forehead of the Morning! Thee,
Thee I invoke!

O Thou who hast formulated Thy Father and made fertile Thy Mother! Thee, Thee I
invoke!

O Thou whose garment is of the golden glory with the azure bars of sky! Thee, Thee I
invoke!

Thou, who didst avenge the Horror of Death; Thou the slayer of Typhon! Thou who didst
lift Thine arms, and the Dragons of Death were as dust; Thou who didst raise Thine Head
and the Crocodile of Nile was abased before Thee! Thee, Thee I invoke!



O Thou whose Nemyss hideth the Universe with night, the impermeable Blue! Thee, Thee I
invoke!

Thou who travellest in the Boat of Ra, abiding at the Helm of the Aftet boat and of the
Sektet boat! Thee, Thee I invoke!

Thou who bearest the Wand of Double Power! Thee, Thee I invoke!

Thou about whose presence is shed the darkness of Blue Light, the unfathomable glory of
the outmost Ether, the untravelled, the unthinkable immensity of Space. Thou who
concentrest all the Thirty Ethers in one darkling sphere of Fire! Thee, Thee I invoke!

O Thou who bearest the Rose and Cross of Life and Light! Thee, Thee I invoke!

The Voice of the Five.
The Voice of the Six.
Eleven are the Voices.
Abrahadabra!


II
Strike, strike the master chord!
Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
Horus, Avenger!


By Thy name of Ra, I invoke Thee, Hawk of the Sun, the glorious one!
By Thy name Harmachis, youth of the Brilliant Morning, I invoke Thee!
By Thy name Mau, I invoke Thee, Lion of the Midday Sun!
By Thy name Tum, Hawk of the Even, crimson splendour of the sunset, I invoke Thee!
By Thy name of Khep-Ra I invoke Thee, O Beetle of the hidden Mastery of Midnight!
By Thy Heru-pa-Kraat, Lord of Silence, Beautiful Child that standest on the Dragons of
the Deep, I invoke Thee!
By Thy name Apollo, I invoke Thee, O man of Strength and Splendour, O Poet, O Father!
By Thy name of Phoebus, that drivest Thy Chariot through the Heavens of Zeus, I invoke
Thee.
By Thy name of Odin, I invoke Thee, O warrior of the North, O Renown of the Sagas.
By Thy name Jeheshua, O Child of the Flaming Star, I invoke Thee!
By Thine own, thy secret name Hoori, Thee I invoke!


The Voice of the Five.
The Voice of the Six.
Eleven are the Voices.
Abrahadabra!


Behold! I stand in the Midst. Mine is the symbol of Osiris; to Thee are mine eyes
ever turned. Unto the splendour of Geburah, the magnificence of Chesed, the mystery of
Daath, thither I lift up mine eyes. This have I sought, and I have sought the Unity: hear
Thou me!


III

Mine is the Head of the Man, and my insight is keen as the Hawk's. By my head I invoke
Thee!
I am the only-begotten child of my Father and mother. By my body I invoke Thee!
About me shine the Diamonds of Radiance white and pure. By their brightness I invoke
Thee!
Mine is the Red Triangle Reversed. the sign given of none, save it be of Thee, O Lord! By
the Lamen I invoke Thee!
Mine is the garment of white sewn with gold, the flashing abbai that I wear. By my robe I
invoke Thee!
Mine is the sign of Apophis and Typhon! By the sign I invoke Thee!
Mine is the turban of white and gold, and mine the blue vigour of the intimate air! By my
crown I invoke Thee!
My fingers travel on the Beads of Pearl; so run I after Thee in thy car of glory. By my
fingers I invoke Thee!
I bear the Wand of Double Power in the Voice of the Master - Abrahadabra! By the word
I invoke Thee!
Mine are the dark-blue waves of music in the song that I made of old to invoke Thee-

Strike, strike the master chord!
Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
Horus, Avenger!


IV

By the song I invoke Thee!
In my hand is thy Sword of Revenge; let it strike at Thy bidding! By the Sword I invoke
Thee!
The Voice of the Five.
The Voice of the Six.
Eleven are the Voices.
Abrahadabra!

Mine is the Head of the Hawk! Abrahadabra!
(At every "Abrahadabra" throughout this section, give the sign of Apophis)

I am the only-begotten-child of Osiris My Father, and Isis My Mother. He that was slain;
She that bore Me in Her womb flying from the Terror of the Water. Abrahadabra!

My Apron is of flashing white, whiter than the Forehead of the Morning! Abrahadabra!

I have formulated My Father and made fertile My Mother! Abrahadabra!

Mine is the garment of the golden glory with the azure bars of sky! Abrahadabra!

I did avenge the Horror of death, I am the slayer of Typhon! I did lift Mine arms, and the
Dragons of Death were as dust; I did raise Mine Head, and the Crocodile of Nile was
abased before Me! Abrahadabra!

My Nemyss hides the Universe with night, the impermeable Blue! Abrahadabra!

I travel in the Boat of Ra, abiding at the Helm of the Aftet boat and of the Sektet boat!
Abrahadabra!

About my presence is shed the darkness Blue Light, the unfathomable glory of the outmost
Ether, the untravelled, the unthinkable immensity of Space. I concenter all the Thirty
Ethers in one darkling sphere of Fire! Abrahadabra!
(Remaining in the Sign, the invocation concludes:)
Therefore I say unto thee: Come Thou forth and dwell in me; so that every spirit,
whether of the Firmament, or of the Ether, or of the Earth or under the Earth ; on dry land
or in the Water, of Whirling air or of Rushing Fire; and every spell and scourge of God the
Vast One my be THOU! Abrahadabra!

The Adoration - Impromptu.

Close by banishing