C.M. Hail unto Thee, Ra Hoor Khuit, who art the Lord of the Aeon!
   Be this consecrated Altar
   A sign of sure stability!
   Will and Courage never falter,
   Thought dissolve in eity!
   Let thy smile divinely curving,
   Isis, bless our dark device!
   Holy Hawk, our deed unswerving
   Be thy favoured sacrifice!
   Holy Khem, our vigour nerving,
   We have paid the priestly price.
   Hail, Ra Hoor, thy ray forth-rolling
   Consecrate the instruments,
   Thine Almighty power controlling
   To the Event the day's events!
   Arm me, arm me, in the fray
   That shall be fought this dreadful day!
   C.M. Takes Spear from 2nd M. and gives him the Censer and Torch; Sword from
3rd M. and gives him the Cup, Book and Pen.
   C.M. Goes to apex of triangle. The others support him at the base. He takes
the cord from the altar.
   C.M.         N! As thou art blindfolded save for that light and sight which I
can give thee, so do I now bind thee, so that thou mayst be for a space subject
to my will and mine alone. (Ties hands and feet. Takes Spear from altar.) And
since thou art without the circle in the place of the triangle, with this Spear
do I invoke upon thee the protection of Ra Hoor Khuit, so that no force either
of Heaven or of Earth, or from under the earth, may act upon thee, save only
that force that I shall invoke within thee.
   Bahlasti! Ompehda!
   So then, I being armed and exalted to the Power of the Most High, place upon
thy head this drop of consecrated oil, so that the ray of Godhead may illumine
thee.
   And I place this holy kiss upon thy neck, so that thy mind may be favourable
unto us, open to our words, sensible of the power of our conjurations.
   And with this burin do I draw from thy breast five drops of blood, so that
thy body may be the Temple of Mars.
   Wherefore lso I command thee to repeat after me:
   I submit myself to thee and to this operation; I invoke the Powers of Mars to
manifest within me. (done)
   (C.M. places about         neck the Lamen of Mars.)
Magi return to circle, face east.
C.M. Now, Brethren, since we are about to engage in a Work of so great danger,
it is fitting that we make unto ourselves a fortress of defence in the name of
the Most High, Elohim. Frater Adjuvant Magus, I command thee to purify the place
with water.
   (3rd M. sprinkles thrice around circle walking widdershins.)
C.M. Thus, therefore, first the Priest who governeth the works of Fire, must
sprinkle with the waters of the loud-resounding sea.
   Frater Assistant Magus, I command thee to consecrate the place with Fire.
   (2nd M. censes the circle thrice around, walking widdershins.)
C.M. So when all the phantoms are vanished, and through the Universe darts and
flashes that holy and formless Fire--Hear Thou the Voice of Fire!
   (C.M. takes Sword.)
   The Lord is my fortress and my deliverer; my God in
   whom I will trust.
   I will walk upon the lion and adder; the young lion
   and the scorpion will I tread under my feet.
   Because he hath set his Love upon me, therefore will I
   deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known My Name.
   (C.M. circumambulates thrice widdershins with sword.)
Hail unto Thee, Ra Hoor Khuit, who art the Lord of the Aeon!
   Be this consecrated Tower
   A place of power this fearful hour!
   May the Names of God that gird us
   Be our sign that he hath heard us!
   By the five unsleeping Stars
   Ward us from the wrath of Mars!
   By the rood of God erect
   Be He perfect to protect!
   Arm me, arm me, in the fray
   That shall be fought this dreadful day!
   (He now conjures the Dog of Evil.)
   Arise, Dog of Evil, that I may instruct thee in the present duties.
   In the name of Horus, I say unto thee, Arise.
   Thou art imprisoned.
   Confess thou that it is so.
   I have done this in the name and in the might of Horus.
   Except thou set thy face in my defence, thou art blind, and dumb, and
paralysed: but thou shalt hear the curses of thy Creator, and thou shalt feel
the torments of my avenging wrath.
   Therefore be thou obedient unto me, as a guard against them that hate me.
   Let thy jaws be terrible as the storm-parted sky.
   Let thy face be as a whirlwind of wrath and fury against the enemy.
   Arise, I say, and aid and guard me in this Work of Art.
   O thou! whose head is of coal-black fire!
   Thou, whose eyes are as columns of smoke and flame!
   Thou, from whose nostrils goeth forth the breath of destruction!