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Written by Frater N.O.X.   
Tuesday, 29 April 2008

 

SIGILLVM SANCTVM FRATERNITATIS AA
 
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
 

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Welcome to the Night of Pan. This domain exists as a vehicle for the creative Work of Frater N. who is known as Frater Horrificus. This domain will be a sort of Magickal Portfolio to store my finished work as well providing me with an environment to work on web-design. Some of the other content includes Essays written by a variety of Initiates, a custom wiki implementation called WickedPedia to provide an encyclopedia of material related to Thelema and the Great Work (on various Planes), a file repository including PDF versions of various volumes from the curriculum that are available to the public*, and more. (*NightOfPan.Com has a strict no-hosting policy for Secret Documents of Magical Orders. Everything of worth from the cursed creeds has been published or will be published by various stars arising around the globe - at least, this is my opinion!)

 

My Lineage is as follows: my Superior is David Bersson, whose Superior is Marcelo Motta, whose Superior is Karl Germer, whose Superior is Aleister Crowley, whose Superior is Aiwass, the Minister of Hoor-paar-kraat.

 

Love is the law, love under will.

 

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Hymn to Pan
Written by Aleister Crowley   
Wednesday, 30 April 2008

 

εφριξ ερωτι περιαρχης δ αυεπτομαν

ιω ιω παν παν

ω παν παν αλιπλαγκτε, κυλλανιας χιονοκτυποι

πετραιας απο δειραδος φανηθ, ω

θεων χοροποι αναχ –Soph. Aj.*

 

 

 

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarléd bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain – come over the sea,
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man! my man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp–
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, mænad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

*[Grk., “I thrill with rapture, I soar on wings of sudden joy! O Pan, O Pan, appear to us, O Pan, roving o'er the sea, from the craggy ridge of snow-beaten Cyllene, king who makest dances for the gods.”]

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