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The Prophetikos

Shri Gurudev Mahendranath

First Electronic Edition, 2002.

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The Prophetikos

A Luna Labyrinth of Legend and Lacrimatory Laughter

of the Magick Transmutation of Birth, Life,

Death, Reincarnation, and Utter Failure.

Designated Script 999 of the Scrolls of Mahendranath

for the Year 2000 Anno Daemon.

Prepare the Cosmic People, the craftsmen, Lords, princes, magicians, alchemists,

and their ladies. Prepare the earthdom enchantress and pythoness of our magick king-

dom, that they may move nearer to the profound depths of the Luna Oracle. Gaze

into the dark abyss and see the blackness and shadows assemble to receive the rays of

cosmic luminance.

The day of the Gods is soon to be. We must be ready. Naked or robed, we raise

our arms in invocation and greeting. We have waited so long, and many thousands of

years have passed since our ancestors walked, talked, and learned their wisdom from

the celestial beings.

Now, the time approaches when they will return. Will they only see destruction,

ruin, and misery of which mankind has been the architect, or will we have sufcient

time to bring the people and the world to better order? We may not have to answer for

the past, but we must demonstrate that we are willing, ready, and working to bring real

peace, real freedom, and real happiness to all living beings and share our better way of

life with all living creatures.

A new order can only be born out of our better, truer values. The Gods have already

taught us the art of Cosmic Concord, and that love is superior to hatred, and that it is the

only vital coin and substance which we can barter for peace, freedom, and happiness.

Cut without hatred and kill with dispassion if our duty calls to these deeds and actions.

The Gods have taught us Magick and cosmic power,

They have revealed wonders of new technology,

Yet their temples, altars, and shrines are in ruins,

And their sacred places are deserted, destroyed, and hid.

We question the Pythoness of Shambhala, and she gives no answer. We question a

second time, and still there is silence. But when we ask for the third time, the Pythoness

raises her arms to say: “Prepare! Make yourselves ready!”

The Divine Gods from our galaxy, the Initiates of Wisdom and Lords of Light, shall

make known the law of the Cosmos:

“The Will to Love is the Law to Live.”

Thus all things will progress, and all will share. Even the slaves will sing at their toil,

and the world will be happy. The inner sacrice of men and women — the essence

of their symbols — shall be offered at the magick shrines and laid at the feet of the

Gods and Goddess or their symbols. Thus will our temples ring again with joy and

laughter. The whole earth shall be ringed with chakras, and our magick will again

become ubiquitous — a way of life.

Those who seek doomsday will nd it tomorrow,

But those who seek joy will nd it forever;

The lust of the Goddess is lust of living life;

The ecstasy of God is the birthright of everyone.

The joy of the divine is our song, dance, and laughter.

Work will progress and all deeds shall be done,

But clocks will no longer measure our life away.

The cosmic people only ask for peace and freedom,

With happiness as a basic right for all mankind.

Thus, and in this way, the Aquarian Aeon will

Endure for more than two thousand years of joy:

But what is this but a day in the super-aeon of O M ?

So he is called O M OF O M for this is that

Which is greatest of the great in all the cosmos.

Those who take rebirth and fall into the abyss

Dwell in the darkness and dimness of dull dust,

But those who awaken to the light shall

Live again in the bright splendour of that light:

They shall scintillate the radiance of stars

And be as Gods to bless all living beings.

There is still a practical, eternal side of Magick

Which has been but barely explored as yet

And still lies buried beneath man’s apathy.

The best of masters, and the loyal among the slaves,

Shall be the harmony of our new world age,

For some must direct, and some must do the toil:

Thus there will be think for the brains which lead;

Thus there will be physical labor for the toilers.

The day of the Gods draws nearer and nearer,

When the Space Gods will return to our planet

To save all cosmic people from chaos and bondage

And the degenerate national/political systems.

Blood must always ow downward and downward;

Fire must always go upward and onward to space.

In death, the repentant will nd forgiveness,

And the human sacrice divine shall be complete.

Mankind will cease to live inside dry history

But become the power which makes tomorrow.

Men knew about Magick before they invented the wheel,

Consulted the oracle before they could grow corn,

Worshiped the Gods before they knew their father;

Magicians ruled before there were kings and queens;

Mankind was born into a world of Magick and wonder,

Though his powers are dormant, they are not forgotten:

Magick, oracle, and wonder are but man’s original nature.

Our Luna cult of new age cosmic people,

A life of joy no misery can mar,

Where everyone can have a better future,

And every man and woman is a star.

So many have started on the pilgrimage to Magick,

But few are they who have completed the journey;

Many have lost their powers in modern mechanized din

Or in the dark jungles of religion and superstition;

Families now trample out our sacred magick circles,

And the mighty mandalas have lost their colours,

While many are drugged with their routine and boredom,

And some there be who died decades ago

Yet walk and talk like zombies in a dream.

Let me throw more dust in your languid eyes.

The future always arrives with unforeseen surprises,

So remember well today the events of the morrow.

Super wisdom from the great Lords of our Galaxy —

Yet who in this garbage world is yet t to receive it?

In the obscure, the obsolete, and the rejected,

Try to nd the true science of our cosmic Magick.

He who, in anger, threw away his alembic

Found that its touch had turned the soil to gold.

If there is only one percent truth in the secrets,

We must set ourselves the sacred task to nd it.

Goblins do less harm to us than generals;

Pixies plague us less than do the politicians;

Fairyland is much more happy than our society;

Musing can be more protable than reading;

The oracle more truthful than the news media;

Nature has the facts, mankind the theories;

Nature keeps the world clean, and man pollutes.

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