From: mark.terka@rose.com (mark terka)
Subject: Rosy Cross (1/2)
Organization: Rose Media Inc, Toronto, Ontario.
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1992 17:12:44 GMT
X-Gated-By: Usenet <==> RoseMail Gateway (v1.70)


Date Entered: 10-04-92 12:07
Camne across a file which depicts what I take to be some Rosicrucian
sex magic.....here is an excerpt from the last couple of pages:
...
...previous words omitted
   This ceased as they took their places at the altar.  They faced West,
waiting.
   On the closing of the doors the armed guard, who was clothed in a scarlet  
robe instead of green, drew his sword, and went up and down the aisle, 
chanting exorcisms and swinging the great sword.  All present drew their 
swords and faced outward, holding the points in front of them.  This part of 
the ceremony appeared interminable.  When it was over the girl and boy 
reappeared; bearing, the one a bowl, the other a censer.  Singing some litany 
or other, apparently in Greek, though I could not catch the words, they 
purified and consecrated the chapel.
   Now the High Priest and High Priestess began a litany in rhythmic lines of  
equal length.  At each third response they touched hands in a peculiar manner; 
at each seventh they kissed.  The twenty-first was a complete embrace.  The 
bell tinkled in the architrave; and they parted.  The High Priest then 
took from the altar a flask curiously shaped to imitate a phallus.  The High 
Priestess knelt and presented a boat-shaped cup of gold.  He knelt opposite 
her, and did not pour from the flask.
   Now the Knights and Dames began a long litany; first a Dame in treble, then 
a Knight in bass, then a response in chorus of all present with the organ.
This Chorus was:
   EVOE HO, IACCHE!  EPELTHON, EPELTHON, EVOE, IAO! Again and again it rose   
and fell.  Towards its close, whether by "stage effect" or no I could not 
swear, the light over the altar grew rosy, then purple.  The High Priest 
sharply and suddenly threw up his hand; instant silence.
   He now poured out the wine from the flask.  The High Priestess gave it to  
the girl attendant, who bore it to all present.
   This was no ordinary wine.  It has been said of vodki that it looks like   
water and tastes like fire.  With this wine the reverse is the case.  It was 
of a rich fiery gold in which flames of light danced and shook, but its taste 
was limpid and pure like fresh spring water.  No sooner had I drunk of it, 
however, that I began to tremble.  It was a most astonishing sensation; I can 
imagine a man feel thus as he awaits his executioner, when he has passed 
through fear, and is all excitement.
   I looked down my stall, and saw that each was similarly affected.  During  
the libation the High Priestess sang a hymn, again in Greek.  This time I 
recognized the words; they were those of an ancient Ode to Aphrodite.
   The boy attendant now descended to the red cross, stooped and kissed it;   
then he danced upon it in such a way that he seemed to be tracing the 
patterns of a marvellous rose of gold, for the percussion caused a shower of 
bright dust to fall from the canopy.  Meanwhile the litany (different words, 
but the same chorus) began again.  This time it was a duet between the High 
Priest and Priestess.  At each chorus Knights and Dames bowed low.  The girl 
moved round continuously, and the bowl passed.
   This ended in the exhaustion of the boy, who fell fainting on the cross.    
The girl immediately took the bowl and put it to his lips.  Then she raised 
him, and, with the assistance of the Guardian of the Sanctuary, led him out of 
the chapel.
   The bell again tinkled in the architrave.
   The herald blew a fanfare.
   The High Priest and High Priestess moved stately to each other and         
embraced, in the act unloosing the heavy golden robes which they wore.  These 
fell, twin lakes of gold.  I now saw her dressed in a garment of white watered 
silk, lined throughout (as it appeared later) with ermine.
   The High Priest's vestment was an elaborate embroidery of every colour,    
harmonized by exquisite yet robust art.  He wore also a breastplate 
corresponding to the canopy; a sculptured "beast" at each corner in gold, 
while the twelve signs of the Zodiac were symbolized by the stones of the 
breastplace.
   The bell tinkled yet again, and the herald again sounded his trumpet.  The  
celebrants moved hand in hand down the nave while the organ thundered forth 
its solemn harmonies.
   All the knights and Dames rose and gave the secret sign of the Rose Croix.
   It was at this part of the ceremony that things began to happen to me.  
   I became suddenly aware that my body had lost both weight and tactile 
sensibility.  My consciousness seemed to be situated no longer in my body.  I 
"mistook myself," if I may use the phrase, for one of the stars in the canopy.
   In this way I missed seeing the celebrants actually approach the cross.    
The bell tinkled again; I came back to myself, and then I saw that the High 
Priestess, standing at the foot of the cross, had thrown her robe over it, so 
that the cross was no longer visible.  There was only a board covered with 
ermine.  She was now naked but for her coloured and jewelled head-dress and 
the heavy torque of gold about her neck, and the armlets and anklets that 
matched it.  She began to sing in a soft strange tongue, so low and smoothly 
that in my partial bewilderment I could not hear all; but I caught a few 
words, Io Paian!  Io Pan! and a phrase in which the words Iao Sabao ended 
emphatically a sentence in which I caught the words Eros, Thelema and Sebazo.
   While she did this she unloosed the breastplate and gave it to the girl     
attendant.  The robe followed; I saw that they were naked and unashamed.  For 
the first time there was absolute silence.
   Now, from an hundred jets surrounding the board poured forth a perfumed     
purple smoke.  The world was wrapt in a fond gauze of mist, sacred as the 
clouds upon the mountains.
   Then at a signal given by the High Priest, the bell tinkled once more.  The 
celebrants stretched out their arms in the form of a cross, interlacing their
fingers.  Slowly they revolved through three circles and a half.  She then 
laid him down upon the cross, and took her own appointed place. 
   The organ now again rolled forth its solemn music.
   I was lost to everything.  Only this I saw, that the celebrants made no     
expected motion.  The movements were extremely small and yet extremely strong.
...cont..next message...


... ------>|* MARK!
--- Blue Wave/QWK v2.10
---
   RM 2.00 : RoseNet<=>Usenet Gateway : Rose Media 416-733-2285