Orison called Perfect, and Orishas called Fate & Destiny together, and decided to have a Party.  By the time EveryOne got there, Wanga was crawling all over Nu, burning her Flesh, shamelessly stripped of fierce lust and pride.  Heru-ra-ha was singing to Hadit His favorite Love song, as He held Ra-Hoor in His Arms.  Lazuli was shooting sparks of Nia at old Ankh-af-na-khonsu standing on the floor, Wand in hand shouting "I AM! I AM!".  Nuit in Mentu whispered soft Words to the Ka; desire suddenly burst forth from Her throat, She began Chanting; begging, pleading, Calling to the Ka! Unite! Again! & Again!

  "Ka! Ka! Ka! Come! Come! Come! To Me! To Me! To Me! Come! Come! Come!"

  "Ka! Ka! Ka! Come! Come! Come!  To Me! To Me! To Me! Come! Come! Un!"

   Fiery waves of faery dust shoot through the Ka.  The Chanting, beat, beat, beat, in the Ka's Sacred Heart; the Ka's blood pressure rising, Called Tahuti Who Called Lazuli, bringing Tum & Ra for support.  Shela from next door called 911=11.  Charity with kind Mary & AL helping, the KA soon swooned.  Delight was all over Him!

   The Ka next rises, swollen & straining yet bearing, lifting His arms makes the Sign of the Cross, falls on His knees, Solemn and Obstinate in His Vow, Pledging Indus First, Last & ALWays to remember the Words of O Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whom unto Nu said; "Hoor is the Lord Initiating", and "The-Rite-Be-Set as Heru-pa-kraath and Hoor-paar-kraat come together in Perfect Harmony & Peaceful Bliss.  Only in Love Will Truth & Certainty & in Fact & Joy, Will-the-Circle-Be Rightly-Bound when Abrahadabra-Ra-Hoor and Heru-ra-ha-Ahathoor successfully Square the Round".

   Hrumachis also rises, awakened by Bes-na-maut beating His chest, marching round the room in a Ta-Nech tie.  Bleary, her eyes blurry, sees Hrumachis rising and spies Isis & Osiris swooning a slow dance by the glow of the silvery Moon, swaying to and fro to the Rhythm of the Night Naked; Ahathoor stretching, rubbing Her large velvet black limbs all over the plush pillowy soft peach fuzzy Sofia.  While Isis & Osiris locked in EachOther's arms again, tenderly embracing, touching, holding, hugging, kissing & nibbling lips passionately lost in the heat of Star Light. 

   The Sight and Quatraining turned on a Nu Light in Hrumachis & made Bleary & Dreary Cloud somewhat blue, because Glad was with Sad instead of Dreary, and Bleary wanted to be with Glad too.  Dreary Cloud suspected the racial thing, the old Indian problem, but wasn't sure.  Bleary recently had to bury her pet snake; again remembering he's dead, her eyes turned back in her head.

   Fortunately and undoubtedly not by chance, Joy came over, reminding Bleary that nothing ever really dies, there is no Ah! Ah! Death!  Bleary suddenly felt warm inside & Grateful, fell to his knees kissing Joy's Mounds Meru, lingering a Moment on the mouth of the cavern & fragrant waters.

   Hoping to appear less out of place, Dreary Cloud wandered aimlessly over to Sodom & Gomorrah, standing in the corner like pillars of salt, sighing.  Her next-door neighbor Ruddy Clouds was there too, emblems of death hung round his neck, unassuaged of live matter.

   Hrumachis delights!  Khephra and Anubis arrived with old Glory!  Hrumachis shouts! "Hey ALL!  I aka Bahlasti! & Ompheda!  You wanna rock the nite away?  I brought My snake, Chains, and his girl friend Leather.  She's a little whip of a snapper.  Chain's PUURRRPLE & Green!"  Embarrassed a little, Chains rattles & quivers; shakes his scales to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner.  The Crowd roars & stands clapping!

   Whom He Loved He chastise with many rods, so after watching Chain's act and hearing about Leather, Baphomet the Old Satyr, Hoor-paar-kraat, more commonly as Known as the Genitor-Genetrix of the Universe, had spent Absolute Hours getting ready, looking simply gorgeous & Timely stepping out of the closet, clocked in a Royal Robe of blue and gold.  Strings and strings of Silver Stars & other Heavenly Things hung beauteously on infinite chains round His neck & colourful little fu fu stuff hidden throughout His sexy beyond long flaming glossy silicone tresses; garment open slyly revealing voluptuous breasts bursting forth from a frilly lace bra.  Blacker than black spandex shorts beyond short, barely contained the Live-Bulging-Hard-Flesh.  In the Star studded Light and make up, Baphomet looked Absolutely Exquisite and Infinitely Ageless.  The long-suffering Old Ancient One's 11 inch heels seemed to glow on the floor of the Palace an irradiance, highlighting silk stockings stretched tightly up carefully shaved Goat legs to a pair of darling lavender pink garters, fastened near the No-Thing Tree straining like a hound in the leash; you could tell, and who would wonder?  After the fall, the Most Holy Ancient One was called a freak, stripped and driven through the market place to the Land of No-Thing like a donkey.  A hellish ordeal!  The Beloved was almost lost, became very depressed, confused, the self-slain Amen!

   Now from out-of-the-hiding in the Day of Be-with-Us, the painted Lady's freer to show His stuff, Knowing HerSelf finally & boldly the Beast throws open His robe shamelessly unveiling the valley between the mounts springs a hairy chest caressed by locks of a radiant wig, purple beyond purple & slightly veil a firm nipple & clings to the glistening sweet smelling sweat in the Great Goddesses jeweled navel.  A wind flown lox, obstinate & glistening trinkets faint & faery tickle the taunt skin of the python coiled round Baphomet's neck, making the snake squirm; Baphomet squirms, moving His soft hands up and down the python's sleek scaled body; the snake languorous, spangles shimmer, dragon blood pulses hard through serpent veins making the snake grow stiffer, but he holds in his venom showing full well, he Knows the difference between a live snake and a dead one.  Baphomet gives the Guys a real cute smile, and sexy little wink of His long-lashed azure lids; with a click, click, a lick of His tongue over blacker than black-red lips, looking Each in the face, deep in Their eyes, the snake smiles & hisses, Baphomet smiles & sezzzz... "Hi Sweetnesses, and brazenly asks; "You Boys here for the Party?  By the way, My name is Sue.  How Do You Do what thou Wilt?  Speaking of Ta, have you seen Nech?  Those Old Souls Love to boogie!  Some of the Girls from the Khu will be here too.  We're gonna Rock & Roll tonight!"

   Sekhmet Who'd been quiet to this point now becomes wild to Know if She can be extrapolated in Two!  The cobra coiled round the glowing orb set between the horns of Sekhmet's Royal red beyond red velvet Headdress raises her head in splendour and emits a loud "Hissssssssessss, at the exact same Moment Sekhmet growls & Anubis howls in chorus, Proudly holding His Staff in readiness & Godliness & Goodliness, Knowing that progress is progress, and progress is rapture, constant, dazzling, showers of Light, and the jewel in the navel of the Great Goddess arouses Him.  Khephra's a little embarrassed but like~wise~enraptured, remembers upon that lie and grasps His Rod firmly, ALSO remembering, Glee's coming with Brother Shela & Mother Superior Who walks through the nunnery every night Unto Nu, Book in hand quoting Scriptures from AL & EQ Translations.

          DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW

   The Chaste Loving Sister, dashes back the hood from Her skull, fixes her basilisk eye upon the sigil of the demon, and sings, "Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love".  In this is the Magical Power Known.  In another room, Nu's squatted shameless on the bed, holding the Double Wand One in Her hands, Mind fixed on the skull, snake Charming; the snake's Charming too, and both electrifying to Behold.  The naked snake can't keep His eyes off Nu & Nu his too.  Trance~Entranced, the snake's gaze rays so all-Penetrant, and Manifesting, all-touching; now Nu bending down, the Eye and Tooth Dangle, sway to and fro the Force, Conjure in Pride & in silence and great subtlety draw together O Golden Triangle, and in that forcefulness, tossed about in the grip of the storm; the oak hardens and bares up until suddenly over-come can hold forth no longer.  In a Magickal Flash, the Word burst from his throat, the Tree giveth up sap in the flaming gash, and the eucharist flows in the Vessel: 

"There is no act or passion that shall not be a hymn in mine honour".

O VESSEL THY VESSEL

   Things got very Exciting, ALL coming together in Unison.  Lazuli got lusty listening to Heru-ra-ha's singing, Ahathoor, also crooning Her-ra-kaaba, grabbed Horus in Her arms and They ALL sang.  Ahathoor's snake hissed a little when Her-ra-ha kissed her.  The Musick and smell of Light Cakes baking in the kitchen, erotic odorous Wanga flowing through the Temple, and other rare scents & strange drugs, brought the Scarlet Woman and the Priest Prince down from upstairs.  WHOSO came ALSO, with AB Who HAD hand's on TA's Rod, er, CROSS!  Soon ALL the Numbers & Members were factored together into ONE, including X.

   The despised harlot showed up late, waved a Hail; the harlot's snake rapturous, knowing his friend Jake was at the Party, the thought made the snake ALL jelly inside and weak kneed indeed.  The harlot, Bound in Promise not mention Him, unless He said to, the blasted & black Hawk hanging upside-down on a tarnished chain round the harlot's neck, attempted a weak grin, straightened His shoulders, damp from old tears, adjusted His grip, cleared His throat as if to Speak, just as a briny drip ran down His cheek, His old weather-beaten & scarred beak, and dropped with loud a splat, right smack on the tip of Baphomet's spiked-heeled left hoof.  The Hawk made a tiny "gezzz" sound, blushed slightly, squirmed, tightened His Eyeless lids & remained supremely solitary on that heath of scrub.  That tear told whole story, making the harlot sad too, but she got over it the next Second when the Secret Chiefs arrived; O despised cried aloud, leaping in laughter!

     After the flurry, EveryOne played board games, told secrets & long forgotten stories & feasted.  The despised harlot was in Absolute Heaven; some Wonderful One from Beyond the Existence of Existences brought a gift of Divine green buds; certainly exceeded the olive and the horse by a mile.  ALL sat around, ate sweet meats, drank sweet wines and wines that foamed from bottles ageless, smoked & chatted, Intellectualizing about the Sacraments & the Eightfold Word that shall be equilibrated with the Three; a subject the harlot was particularly interested in Learning about.  The despised harlot decided in that Moment, this was a far FAR Greater bash than ANYTHING Bacchus and Apollo ever Hosted! 

Aye!  feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter.

There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.

LOVE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL!