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CHAPTER TWO<br />
SINISTER SYMBOLS<br />
Gilds, its Promethean potency capable of moving not mountains, but<br />
stars.<br />
There is never only one ritualist robed in red, but two; one man<br />
and one woman. The male is representative of the force of devastation,<br />
the annihilation of galaxies and the incineration of foes. The female is<br />
representative of the force of change and growth, the stirring of the<br />
volcanic cauldron of creation.<br />
Violet is the color of Ascent. It is nonattached and unconcerned<br />
with the suffering or success of the embodiments of man. It has one<br />
purpose, and that is to rise above the duality of the lower worlds and to<br />
thrust its adherents into the Eternal planes. It rules without speaking,<br />
acts without moving. It is the final, glorious blaze of the star as it passes<br />
(rom this realm into the Limitless.<br />
Violet candles do not serve at all, nor do they command. They<br />
are, and they allow to be. The burning of the violet candle does not<br />
bring action or change, nor does it summon that which is desired.<br />
Rather, its flame awakens the ritual area and the Black Magician from<br />
his ancient catatonia, freeing him step-by-step from his fleshly tomb.<br />
It does not alter the elements of the Sorcerer, but brings to the fore that<br />
which has always been and will never die.<br />
Only the Adept or the Master of the Temple will be seen in violet<br />
robes. He will not speak and will rarely even gesture when he<br />
participates in a group ritual. His two servants, those cloaked in red,<br />
do his bidding, often not aware of their specific tasks before they begin<br />
to act. He is the grand Nexion between the worlds, the living vessel of<br />
the Powers of Darkness.<br />
THE SERPENT<br />
"Let them curse the day, who are skillful to rouse Leviathan."3<br />
The crux of our great and terrible Work is precisely that: to rouse<br />
the ancient Serpent. Once Leviatan is pulled from his aeonic slumber,<br />
he will devour the Waker and then the world. So, we immolate ourselves<br />
at the water's edge, only to be reborn as Horus and Quetzacoatle.<br />
Every black ritual and every drop of blood that we spill is only to<br />
feed the Serpent upon which we ride into the Abyss and beyond Eternity.<br />
We are undying, not by the strength of these bodies that bind us, but by<br />
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