A sample of Abramelin incense has arrived at the Hermetic Library courtesy of Coph Nia, a local body of Ordo Templi Orientis in the valley of Eugene, OR, and Hermetic Library fellow David Richard Jones.
The incense is smoking, the candles are lit
As I bend down to kiss the forefinger of IT
And pray at the altar You’re seated upon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΜΔ The Mass of the Phœnix in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“He puts the first Cake on the Fire of the Thurible.
I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim
These adorations of Thy name.” [via]
To Laura in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.
“My lips are fervent, as in prayer,
Thy lips are parted, as to kiss:
My hand is clenched upon the air,
Thy hand’s soft touch, how sweet it is!
The wind is amorous of the sea;
The sea’s large limbs to its embrace
Curl, and thy perfume curls round me,
An incense on my eager face.” [via]
The ‘Worst Man in the World’ Tells the Astounding Story of His Life in Articles by Aleister Crowley.
“He conducted me through the first of the Great Pylons. After being blindfolded and bound, purified by being sprinkled with water and consecrated by fire, I was led into semi-darkness thick with the fumes of incense.” [via, also,see]