[The seal of the dæmon Walwarwat, a great Cæsar of Hell.]
11 October 2017
Dipping my hand into a small bowl of holy water, I cross myself in one of three ways.
- In the name of the Mother, and of Her Child, and of Their light that guides…
- In the name of Mary, and of Joseph, and of the son Jesus…
- In the name of the Creator, the Redeemer, and the Sustainer…
Turning to the east, I pray to
Thus praying always to the Divine Boy, the Arcadian Greek of Bithynia, I am made more like you, lover of Hadrian–Emperor of the World of Peace; Defeat every enemy of love, O victorious son of Hermes–May all rejoice!–and turn the heart of the hateful one, myself included, into a sensible peacemaker. I pray this through Hadrian, Sabina, and you. Hail, hail
This is where life comes from!
Then I turn to the pentagram (arbitrarily hung in the northwest) and recite my version of the Fell Lord’s Prayer.
His Infernal Majesty, who reigns in Hell, accursed is your name. You adversity come, your will be one with ours here on this earth. Give us the means to divine our needs, and present challenge to us as we present challenge to others. Lead us forth into reason, and guide us from naïveté. For thine are the margins, and the logic, and the shadows for ever and ever. Hail Satan!
After these, I add whatever free-form prayers I feel are appropriate. Finally, I lay me down to sleep.