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George Kingswood Recites the Consecration of Ra's Temple

Consecration of the Temple

 

Work through my eyes O Ra, the great!

Fly to my hands and consecrate!

Appear thee here to sanctify

Bestow your sight and purify,

 

The temple I hold in my grasp

A blackened room, an iris clamp

The shuttered doorway holds back light

For when it opens you take flight.

 

Through the lens, behind the mirror

Where halides wait to surrender

A sacrifice of pure silver

Harvest of auspicious treasure.

 

Aspect of the Benu-Phoenix

Where every oracle predicts

The places where you manifest

In all the Temple’s sacred texts.

 

Enter now, your sanctuary

As my divine luminary

Now, raise your Was and thus bestow

Blessings that transmute lead to gold.

 

Your life-force brings the room to life

The underworld and earth rejoice.

This holy place, a living space

Where miracles flow and blaze.

 

Grant this temple, now awakened

As a tool for your connection

In every second, captured flame

The trigger fires and calls your name.

 

A temple dark that holds truth

Of gods and men and lumen’s proof

Where magic flows, within and out

As hands of Aten, bless this house.

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