CHARACITH
By: Frater Dagaz 580
Candlelight plays across my cowl.
Shadows, given life by the flickering flames dance in time to the heartbeat of the Universe.
Thick, fragrant smoke spews from the censer, like the embrace of Tiamat, vaporous tendrils caressing my face, aiding me in a deliberate escape from my corporal form.
Followed or led by the enchanting rhythm of the dumbek and the bells I begin the conjure and the mantra.
The Gate, taken by the Moon, tenses at that moment, sensing the power beginning to swirl, whirl, surge through the adytum.
The sphere formed by my pranayama both nourishes and consumes me, detaching me from my senses until I am connected with everything that has ever been and everything that will be.
The secret of Cheth is revealed as I sup from the Graal of the Gate.
Portal opens – Da ‘ath pulls me from me, from a wyrd to a wyrd, I am led to a wyrd.
The Gate once dies.
Yet, I live on. Suffering, until the suffering begins to set me free.
The Gate twice dies.
Still, I live. The body, gasping as the Shichiririon swarm.
Only Death can release me now, but not the Death of Thanatos. I tug at my bonds, coils of the Earth straining to hold me back from the Abomination.
The Gate thrice dies.
From within the core of me, I feel my life ebb…..
……..slowly……….away………. dying by my own hand until finally, I endure the Little Death.
The formula becomes a thoughtscape raising a great black curtain to reveal Abrahadabra!
Now the sign of Typhon, Apophis, and I see Orisis slain, drown in the abysmal whirling in the Chalice of the Whore.
Other lies are whispered and screamed, for it is all the same here.
In this place, beyond dreams and nightmares, I sup with Elere and Abiku.
Their infernal secrets follow me back Through the Gate where below the supernals they are only lies.