I direct and I behold...
The golden light descends at Will
Veil of restriction unfold...
Holy, silent and still
I am,
thou art, in extension...
Grant me the vision of thy chosen few
The strength of a Devourer
Very god of very god born
anew
All-absorber, all-deflowerer
Nothing is in extension...
And I beheld and I saw
The selfless self dwelled
within
And struggled Mehmah
Ever Seeking, ever searching
Through the deepest Mummu
To descend in emanation
Through
wombs of shining with radiance
Of their serpent, of their death
And other seals, secrets to me yet unknown
Seals of splendor,
seals of great mystery
Still, a vain effort was the search
For the primum mobile encountered
The vast Thom, not through
effort
But by will
Be my prophet, O new-born
That is the root of heavenly fire
Illuminated, pure and anointed
In all
aspects like unto god...
... In extension...
And Behold
I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep
Yes, the ancient serpent of
chaos
In all it's horrid glory, raging relentlessly
At the fire that had become the self
Being slain... and born again
Naught
in extension...