Instruction I

 

Partake and be drunk oh man upon the wine and the life that is offered to you

When wine flows in the company of brothers and the tables are overfilled with precious foods then these implements of joy will surely bring you into the arms of the gods and to ecstasy.

Explore and be amazed by the dialogue between food and wine which in sooth is and should be as the balance between speaking and listening.

Take pleasure in the conversation between food and wine which will lift your spirit and inspire it to sing thus enabling your heart to remember true beauty.

To make meals into such an art is a part of the great web which is the Art. It is also a part of the great web of the universe.

After such joy it is truly possible to go from work to refreshment and play with vigour, love and an easy mind.

In loneliness the wine turns into a sour poison of forgetfulness.

As the tide it labours without pause, digging an abyss in the chamber of your heart.

Out of the abyss there are cries for more of the poison. Strong it rises demanding the very thing that gives it depth.

Slowly the abyss widens until nothing but its gaping blackness remains of the wounded chest.

Out of its depths the howling demons arises whose teeth and claws spread destruction at every turn.

The slave of the sour wine breaks the laws of the Father, the Brother and the Husband. So filled with decay and mind so beset with poison is he that he only may find faults with others and never himself.

Thus is the lonesome wine only a wine for masters who know to take pleasure in truth even if they themselves have to supply both place and bottle.

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The first Song of the Heart

The holiest of places dwell within the heart of man

Here lies the anchor for the soul and thus it is the place where the divine is tied to the human.

In that which is life man is often accosted by blows and harsh words in a way that forces her to harden the walls of the heart so that the cuts do not become too deep or too dangerous.

The heart is shielded by walls, buttresses, motes and labyrinths of such might that in the end not even the owner may find his way easily therein.

Love becomes ownership and good deeds becomes good trade. Trade becomes a desperate search in which the living dead tries to regain that which once flowed freely from his chest and was lost so long ago.

How hard is it not to find the anchor of the heart of such a man?

How well hidden is not her inner flame?

How dim is not the trail upon which one must wander to hear but a chord of the divine music that sings at the roots of her heart?

Those who walk the Way often seek to reopen these doors of the heart.

They labour rigorously and with vigilance.

They enlist the aid of mute gods and strange rituals

They seek mastery over the crossroads, the elements, the dreams – yes all that which is whispered to them by the mysteries.

Kings over the known and the unknown they survey the labyrinths.

They catch angels and demons and beseech them to teach the language of the gods so that they may interpret the divine chant.

Yet many are they who fall upon the way and turn bitter and greedy.

It is written that some seek from within.

Others search from without.

It is also written: As above so below

Then let that which is within be that which is without.

Establish thy Khaba – thy temple – thy heart in every place you rest your foot.

Let it flow within you and make it manifest around you so that it illuminates the night and brings light to the late wanderer.

Make your home a castle with strong walls and open gates.

Make travellers welcome in accordance with the ancient rules of hospitality and greet them as a man and a brother.

Let the divine chant reverberate all around you and make your home a celebration to the joy which is life.

Only in such a way may you protect your heart without hiding it or forgetting its song.

Only in such a way is the divine able to take its place in your life and in your deeds.

The song of brotherhood

Brotherhood is a good thing that nourishes your house and your Khaba

That which is given freely amongst brothers and sisters is of the grandest of prizes and should always be received with proper gratitude.

It is also true that the knowledge of the many surpasses the knowledge of the few or the one.

In the exchange between people harmony erupts. It gives birth to the song of many tones and flavours.

The fifth song of the Way

To live is to be in constant movement and in constant change.

True change, and with that true development takes place in interplay with those you meet if you travel with your eyes open.

Songs in canon, tones and counter tones, chords of all kinds and shapes – the crescendo and diminuendo – the dialectics of instruments on separate parts of the stage – The solo, the duets – the blue notes – All these represent the nature of the music we create together and such should also all interaction be between true children of god.

Some people fear this so strongly that they try to control their surroundings with a score so rigid that the music falls dead in desolate halls.

Such people claim that they alone have the truth.

They chain their brothers to their chairs and bid them to play the music of the dead.

Strike hard and without mercy my brother when someone tries to put a chain around your neck or take control over your voice.

Is it not said that: “Thou hast no right but to do thy Will – Do that and no other shall say nay”?

To lead others unto the light – My Song is of god and therefore the only true song – I do good for my fellow man and I salvage their souls and bring them unto god.

So speaketh the dark conductor – So sayeth he whose vessel overflows with putrid decay and corruption – Thus singeth the traitor of Life and the general of the army of the dead.

Such a song of love shrieks of doom and the marching boots of the armies of the shadow moves at a pace with the beat. They march on salted earth blind about all but their own glimmers.

Be on guard and take care of your own voice even when you sing with others.

Add but leave those who would try to make everyone sound exactly the same.

Guard thyself lest you come to think of yourself as so unique that you no longer are able to sing with others.

Remember the pale and feeble ones sitting in their chambers watching life outside as in a feverish dream. They no longer control even the tiniest aspect of life.

What kind of wisdom does one hold who damages his own flesh?

What kinds of knowledge can such a person convey anyone when he doesn’t even understand the principle of the vessel?

Remember these Kings of the Ashes who in their presumptuousness pass judgement over those who have surpassed them in the very mysteries of life.

What good is the Elixir of Life or the knowledge of how it is made for one that lives alone?

Thus sing with others and destroy your conception of your own uniqueness.

But a moment of silence in your inner chambers is enough to raise the truly divine from your heart and from your voice.

Not from any known direction comes revelation.

Explore other peoples’ songs, notes and chords.

Enrapture yourself in notes dedicated to you and never fear that they should lessen the value of your own music.

Thus it stands clear that development demand dialectics.

Few are the truly silent that hear God in their hearts.

These who walk with the principle of the Hermit as their one guiding light has mastered the Sphinx and are the true rulers of Silence. It is so that they are able to transform the interaction with others unto interaction with god.

The fourth song of the Way

To endeavour is to reach for the unreachable.

It is to reach for the moon or to follow rules so strict that no human chest is strong enough to hold them sacred.

This makes the Work a task in constant improvement and in constant change.

Everything may be worked at higher levels of refinement as the goal is something that glorifies true attainment and mastery.

In his rest the wanderer rejoices in knowing that the greatest part of the journey is still ahead of him.

Virtue grows out of every action that strives.

To lust for something is to look for shortcuts towards the goal.

With a hungry heart and fast legs the lustful runs blindly towards his desire without any further concern for his surroundings than weather or not they stand in his way.

The good harvest that the endeavour and movement promise falls like gravel upon unfruitful lands.

A myriad fall for the one and thus is the worth of the one lessened accordingly.

It is in this way many find themselves standing in desolate houses filled with valuable but soulless things.

The many trinkets weigh heavily on weary shoulders.

Movement become slow with those who carry too much and limited are those who have too many things to guard.

The third song of the Way

It is not your place to control other people’s souls

Neither is it your place to pass sentence over their lives or the paths they have chosen for themselves.

Be humble in your approach to others and find understanding instead of confrontation.

To take a step back and listen is not to abandon ones view or perspective. It is just adding another angle and perhaps one you have not thought of earlier.

It is however not your place to be trampled by insensitive feet.

Too much backing away may hinder your journey and render the Way impossible to attain.

When it is impossible to step aside and you are under siege by the unyielding you should give fair warning.

If the siege is not lifted your opponent has chosen his own destruction.

Therefore strike without pleasure and without any more mercy than you have been shown.

It is never favourable to seek battle and strife and it is the worst of failings to do so within your own house and with guests at your table.

Too great meekness is however a limitation and therefore a sin to be avoided lest your house become a lair of freeloaders and parasites.

Be strong in your conviction, proud in your attitude and forthcoming with your hearts desires.

Treat wanderers with respect and guests with generosity but do not let them mock you at your own table or profane your temple.

The first song of the Way

From Clavicla Salos by Endymion Letranger et Le bon Frère

 

To travel a Way means that it is inevitable that other will travel behind, ahead and next to you.

They travel the same or similar ways differing from yours only in the variation of step and tone.

Still there is a whole universe between you and the ones travelling in your vicinity.

Many of those you meet are filled with the conviction of the righteousness of their way. They hold their way true not only for themselves but for everyone.

Thus some lead others in chains on the path they have set for themselves.

The treacherous chains in which they have bound their victims eat away at the soul and weaken the will.

They feed the lord of the chains like leeching umbilical cords draining their victims slowly and with much pain.

These lords of the chains are vampires whose souls have been twisted by self righteousness and fool ambition.

They constantly prey on new victims and, making further abuse of life, they let their victims catch others in turn.

They are Plague and should be treated as such.

Their movement limited and their minions chased away from the innocent and the gentle.

Woe to him who steps in their way without knowing them for what they really are.

Take care for they are strong in conviction, silver tongued and enchanting in their ill will towards true man.

Know them for their single mindness and their yearning to shape you in their image.

Resist strongly and forcibly their chains and steel your heart against their trickery.

Know that no prophet that idolises himself has the power to bring the mysteries of life to fruition in another.

Take care though lest you seek to break the chain of another as you surely with such an act will form chains of your own.

As saviour you will bind the saved unto you.

The liberated who has not liberated himself will undoubtedly seek new chains to replace the old ones for such is the nature of the feeble minded.

Share what you have learned.

Keep no secrets and always help fellow travellers over treacherous ground.

Give and let those you meet judge for themselves about what they should do with that which have been given.

 

And so end the first song of the way…