David Lund - Arkham Witch

So some privileged men

Seek to slander me?

So insecure

Of their own authority

Using their wealth

And their social gait

They seek to subdue

And to dominate

I’m afraid, gentlemen

It’s too late for you!

We are enlightened

Inducted Northern men

Whitechapel is not

The only host for them

Dinner and tea with

The Supreme Magus

One big mass of pomp and fuss

Fraternitas Rosae Crucis indeed!

Of the Dew and of the Light

The Lamp of Thoth

Is blazing bright

I invoke the Gods tonight

Make me stronger

The Brotherhood

Of the Rosy Cross

Esoteric Philosophers

Occultists of the North

Keighley Fathers!

Hails to our friend

«The one who has been duped»

I would suggest

That this epithet is true

For why would a gentleman

Seek to boast

Of the sacrifice of a kid or goat

When the greater crime is

A broken oath — or two?

It’s true that our circle

Is adept in alchemy

The Philosophy of life

And the art of astrology

But to beget a being

On the astral plane

In the light of the Spirit

Where they emanate

Is a practice from which

We surely would refrain

I assure you!

Of the Dew and of the Light

The Lamp of Thoth

Is blazing bright

I invoke the Gods tonight

Make me stronger

The Brotherhood

Of the Rosy Cross

Esoteric Philosophers

Occultists of the North

Keighley Fathers!

«Remember, the undevout

Occultist is mad

He is but the unconscious instrument

Of the evil powers he flatters

Himself he commands.

At Death

Downwards falls his soul in the realm

Of being to spheres of subhuman

Existence.

His chance of immortality

Is for ever lost, and among evil

Elementaries he thought he had

Made his slaves he leads a malicious

Existence of uncertain duration

Until having expended his vitality

He gradually becomes unconscious

A flitting phantom, disintegrating

Atom by atom, into surrounding

Elements, at last he is gone, not

Leaving even a shadow behind

Such is the fate of the faithless»

So in conclusion

My dear gentlemen

Mathers, Westcott

Blavatsky, all of them!

Seek in the cause

Just to publicise

And to plant the notion

In the Neophyte mind:

That only a mason of

London can be wise!

True faith is not found

In a mark or degree

Or in the vain posturing

Of their pageantry

The greatest source

Of the greatest wealth

Is not by greed or not by stealth

But through the maxim

Man, Know Thyself!

Of the Dew and of the Light

The Lamp of Thoth

Is blazing bright

I invoke the Gods tonight

Make me stronger

The Brotherhood

Of the Rosy Cross

Esoteric Philosophers

Occultists of the North

Keighley Fathers!