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FOI Online Liturgy
Booklet: Ishtar of the Starry Heavens,
Shape-Shifting of the Alchemical Twins
Written by: Olivia Robertson

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4. The Cobra Rises
"To live without fire is to starve amidst plenty"

TEMPLE OF ALCHEMY

PRIEST ALCHEMIST (TO TWIN APPRENTICES AIDEN & ELAINE): To unite with your Spirit’s Fire you need to invoke the Goddess Kundalini.

PRIESTESS ALCHEMIST:  I invoke the Goddess of Cosmic Fire, Kundalini, whose Consort is the God Siva, Creator, Preserver, Destroyer.

ORACLE OF THE GODDESS KUNDALINI

ORACLE: Life is fire burning with an individual flame within all that is.  It resembles those thousands of tiny candles sent forth on water during the Hindu New Year, over which I particularly preside.  My dear friends, you overwork!  I observe you with sympathy struggling through arduous courses and practices in order to fulfil some idealised spiritual objective.

But end-seeking will never give you the goal you seek!  It is trying to become, rather than being.  You read of my inner fire, and you stimulate the holy lotuses within your body.  But outside stimulus only gives light for a brief period.  It dies down, leaving you feeling worthless.  Many of you resort to substances artificially to awaken your life force. To no avail. You only burn the oil – not the wick!  There are too many tragic suicides, not from among those who starve in poor countries but in countries over indulged with worldly goods.

Heed my words!  Within yourself is the sacred flame and only you can free it from impurities.  Around you is all you require to awaken the Serpent which is Mine – and yours. The trees whisper to you – if you would only listen!  The flowing waters would cleanse you from self-hatred, fear and anger.  Your humble hearth-fire is the cosmos flame, which is shining in one candle-light – and in mighty stars.

Know the secret of My Serpent.  It emerges from the primaeval darkness, which is the womb of Mahadevi, the Cosmic Mother.  Accept then with joy the rhythms of life, its darkness and its brightness, and you will become one with the Life Flow of the Universe.

PRIESTESS ALCHEMIST:  We give thanks to the Goddess Kundalini for Her Oracle. 

PRIEST ALCHEMIST (TO AIDEN):  Aiden, to awaken the divine spark dormant in all that is  - awake in the deathless Deities – you need to face the ordeal of the constellation of Serpens, the Hermetic snake of the great Healer, Aesculapius, and the Cobra of Kundalini.  When you enter trance, you will report to us, who will come with you but not aid you.

***TRANCE JOURNEY***

AIDEN:  At last I may penetrate the mysteries of India!  I have longed to sit at the feet of a Guru, who will conduct me to Self Realization.  I make my way hopefully along the winding path to the Star Temple.  I enter, and make my devotions to the Central Flame that shines within a deep dark well.  I often feel devoid of vitality, and would find its source.  So I make my way to the portals of Serpens in the South-East.  It is formed by two gleaming snakes with brilliant coloured scales.  I have always preferred dragons, because they have legs and wings.  But then I observe that these serpents have translucent draconian wings and legs.  Oh!  They have brilliant green eyes with heavy lids and they are looking at me.  Usually I hesitate before going through these doors – but now I rush through hastily, avoiding the reptilian eyes. ***

I find myself – not in a Golden Hindu temple – but in a dense jungle!  I am accompanying a group of soldiers who are hacking their way through undergrowth.  Their – or rather our aim – is to discover a ruined lost temple, that is reputed to contain vast treasures.  I creep behind them.

I am a newcomer here.  This does comfort me, because these soldiers – I don’t know their race because they are covered in mud – show little mercy when they encounter others on the quest.  Already they have slaughtered many.

I am horrified; this is not my hoped for session with a Swami uttering profundities from the Vedas.  *** These men have wiped out whole families in small villages, because they do not want their presence to be discovered by the outside world.  And yet this is a paradise filled with beautiful rare creatures – even the tigers seem harmless, not used to humans.

At last we arrive at a ruined temple, with its pillars entwined with creeping plants like coiling snakes.  The men begin fighting among themselves as to who should be first to climb the broken steps.  Then they are interrupted!  A dignified old woman appears, in the orange robe of a Priestess, plants wreathed round her silver hair.  She holds forth a staff and forbids the soldiers to enter.

To my disgust, the men rush upon her with their weapons ready to rape or murder her.

Suddenly an astonishing thing happens to me.  I am struck by lightning.  An unknown force transports me before the Priestess, that I may protect her. I have no weapons, unlike the others.  Yet I am fearless, as, filled with formidable power, I strike them.

To my astonishment, the solders scream in terror.  Some fall to the ground, the others flee.  I turn to the Priestess, expecting her thanks.  But instead she hides behind my back.

“It is not that I am ungrateful,” she tells me.  “But it is wise to stand behind a King Cobra!”

I realise that is what I am!  With the shock, I precipitate back to my own body.  I have received my lesson.

THE COMPANY GIVE THANKS TO THE GODDESS KUNDALINI.  THEY AGREE THAT AIDEN HAS ACTED AS THE CONSORT OF KUNDALINI, THE GOD SIVA IN HIS COBRA FORM.  RAYS OF VITALITY ARE SENT FORTH TO ALL WHO NEED THEM.  AIDEN SHARES THE SERPENT POWER STILL COURSING THROUGH HIS BODY WITH THE COMPANY, FOR HEALING.

END OF RITE.


Sources: “The Serpent Power”, Arthur Avalon, Ganesh & Co. Madras. “Indian Mythology,” Hamlyn. “Goddesses of India, Tibet, China & Japan, Durdin-Robertson, Clonegal Castle. “Prophets of The New India.” “Ramakrishna”, Rolland. Reference, Kali. Used in all Rites: “Star Names, their Lore & Meaning” Richard Hinckley Allen, pub. Dover. “Jorkins Remembers Africa,” & other Jorkins novels on shape-shifting, Lord Dunsany.


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