that big hill

Ive just found my first big local hill( unsure of grade, or length). I have been riding hills in classes ( hard!) but no real ones.
Im a novice rider but fit. Its a road/shared path.

The love of Pan and Luna

Oh thou, who art Pan,
Whose lust yearns out towards me, The Sleeping Moon
In my Dreams, on the edges of sleep, thru Midnight Sun and at the
Noon
I hear Thy passionate cries of Song, float to my above..
That Thou longest for me, in Love

Know Thou this for Truth, every man that yearns long
For every man is is a Star, created of Holy Song
This space between, will come to pass
And every man shall achieve the Moon at last

Oh Thou who art Pan,
Of Sunlit afternoon eucalypt grove
Skin that is touched with the Sun's bright kiss, in Love
On my lonely, Chaste Enchantress Throne
I hear the Song, over the storm's pulse of the Tides - you and you,
alone

I hold my Bow across my thighs
Mystical Music to steer you on
My Song is the Song of longing - and of soft langor and of sighs

As the Thunder booms, and Lightning cleaves the skies
Will you come to claim share to this Throne
Embraced and emboldened, by lips and arms and thighs?

The Lone Huntress has laid aside Her Arrows
The Hunt has lost - its game and its pleasures tame
The only Arrow I now send, with Swiftness
Is the siren call of just One name...

Before the Abyss

Against the dark, lonely night, in the Abyss of loss
The lonely heart finds its course
In the rythmic pulse of the Universe
And each Soul,that shines there alone
Is bidden to sit herself upon the Throne
Of the Great Mother, the Shining Sea
Whose Tears are yet Love,and Knows this to Be
The bitterest and yet the sweetest taste
Of both Supernal and Human race
Of Love itself and Will, not just Love alone
Bids this seat upon this Holy Throne
To await here, the revelation of the True Will
Alone and Sanctified this shall still
The Eternal yearn of a Heart unslaked
And put to rest, Mortal lonlinesses ache
Of this I See and this Ive Seen
Aethyric Vision and Mortal dream
Fallen to Earth, on Ground I stand
Virgin Queen, Bride to no man
The Lover's Heart that has yet to claim ma
Will only be who has Seen the lonely
Path, stretching across desert sand
And with Love's care, has watered the Land
Till it Blooms forth, for They and They alone
Has Seen this place, I call my Home

Roses of Hades and Hell

Rose of Hades, Rose of Hell
Solitary fantasys of Thee, to pleasure myself
Rose of Elysium, Rose of Heaven
Your words of love, with Thelema as leaven
So entwine the two, red and white
Blooming forth, as words tonight
Take this goad, to enhance the Power of the Root of Fire
Turn Thy gaze to the Uttermost, focus Thy Desire
On the Priestess Path, towards the Light
Drink from the Ineffeable Well of Divine Delight
Take these words wrought from flesh and desire
Alchemicized with love as the Enchantress's Lyre
With Serpent Flame apon thy brow, let the Wings unfold
To take Thee, now!
Revealing the Secret that Sovereign Sanctuary holds.

The Love of Pan and Luna

The Love of Pan and Luna

Oh thou, who art Pan,
Whose lust yearns out towards me, The Sleeping Moon
In my Dreams, on the edges of sleep, thru Midnight Sun and at the Noon
I hear Thy pasionate cries of Song, float to my above..
That Thou longest for me, in Love

Know Thou this for Truth, every man that yearns long
For every man is is a Star, created of Holy Song
This space between, will come to pass
And every man shall achieve the Moon at last

Oh Thou who art Pan,
Of Sunlit afternoon eucalypt grove
Skin that is touched with the Sun's bright kiss, in Love
On my lonely, Chaste Enchantress Throne
I hear the Song, over the storm's pulse of the Tides - you and you, alone

I hold my Bow across my thighs
Mystical Music to steer you on
My Song is the Song of longing - and of soft langor and of sighs

As the Thunder booms, and Lightning cleaves the skies
Will you come to claim share to this Throne
Embraced and emboldened, by lips and arms and thighs?

The Lone Huntress has laid aside Her Arrows
The Hunt has lost - its game and its pleasures tame
The only Arrow I now send, with Swiftness
Is the siren call of just One name...

Why the OTO is a Magickal Order, rather than a Masonic.

It may be said, that inside Our Holy Order, it is common knowledge that the OTO is not primarily based on freemasonry, but is a magickal Order. To us, obviously, it is not a Christian and archaic society carrying on outdated, traditional Masonic teachings that should have been superceded by more modern ideas. (These obviously cover Thelema, and the teachings of the Book of The Law, as well as many other ideas participating, and of The ‘Current’).
In order to enlighten others who may not share our common and Fraternal knowledge, I shall present various Order writings, to show the significant difference between the ‘Old Aeon’ Freemasonic orders and Our Order, which is obviously of the ‘New Aeon’ and Magickal in nature.
“While the Masonic order remains unchanged (indeed the Masonic order has changed very little since its inception), the Masonic complex or idea takes on a significant new form when in a organization that would gain notoriety via its principal exponent Aleister Crowley – the OTO. This is historically significant and in my opinion, represents the prime example of the instant and practical transformation from the ‘masonic’ order to the ‘magical ‘ order”’

Although including some ideas that participate in the freemasonic orders by reason of their catholic and archetypical nature, the Order can be shown to have several original and key factors, most notable in the central rite of the Order – The Gnostic Mass.
“.. The OTO Gnostic Mass and its public invocation the the Goddess in the early 20th century clearly demonstrates not only a radical shift in emphasis of the Mass ideal now applied to elevation of woman and spiritual return and ‘activation’ of the Priestess…but a entirely new concept of life and culture fundamental to which is the co-equality of woman and man and perhaps more abstractly, of the masculine and the feminine, and the intermingling and union of these energies…
“.. This is a return to the alchemical idea, but now it is changed with a entirely new mysticism and backed by the new theology and scriptural tradition of Thelema..”

In various types of Intellectual fashion, we can see the limitations posed by the forms, which it has variously taken, as each reached its vogue or Nadir in the progression of man’s search for understanding. Some of these ideas were included in different types of freemasonry.
..’The Mechanists distanced themselves (as would freemasonry and the Enlightenment) from the Alchemists and engaged in a quest to render Nature ordered, rational and subservient to the pursuit of science. What appears is a transition from spiritual experience of the ‘Mysteries’ to their rational explanation. Reason replacing Gnosis. And despite the stated veneration of nature by freemasons, we may also note that the Enlightenment, for the most part at least, neither questioned nor challenged the Reformation and Puritan suppression of Nature, and its principle representation in the western canon, the feminine.”

A Holistic viewpoint of trends in thought through the ages can be used to show patterns, which reveal overall tendencies, rather than direct linear reduction,which in itself is a common feature of ‘Old Aeon’ thinking.

“We know for sure the mind will generate similar solutions to similar problems in different times / settings in humankind’s development and history. Once we start thinking along these lines we identify ‘systems’ of ideas (clusters of commonality) rather than ‘origins’ – our context of priorities, and indeed focus of enquiry shifts. This type of ‘cognitive’ approach and identification still interacts (obviously with other more physical transmissions, such as cultural tradition or multicultural synergy, and the multiplicity of these interactions from the complexities of our historical record.”

The rise of cerimonial magick, as way to understand the secrets of the Universe , and a way to manifest them came as a matter of course in response the unfolding and development( thus the foreshadowing thru symbolism) of the approach of the ‘New Aeon’.
“The development of practical occultism from freemasonry was, I think, the straight forward and inevitable modernist solution of reinventing the symbols of the past in terms of the present.”
“All cultural systems including the ‘exact sciences’ that emerged from the Enlightenment rest on myths. The great riddle (and consequence) of history is that successive borrowing of myth from cultural systems to another, whether linearly or logically “transmitted or transformed, exposes the borrower to every possibility of permutation of the system borrowed.”

The prime factor in the change from Old Aeon to new Aeon ideas occurred as the type of archetype in focus, changed radically in nature.
“... A subtle shift in identification occurred as the ‘solar Dying God’ were more clearly identified and understood as ‘solar- phallic’ gods… there are a number of mystical traditions, for example that seem to approach the idea of what you and I know to be DNA. This is no great mystery for us but until it is squarely located and identified, it will appear to be so discovered in illumination, dream, idea…conclusion, to be explained imaginatively, creatively and in the process, seems to take on a life of its own.”
The central mysteries of life, hidden as they are deep within the very cores of ourselves, are approached and hinted at – if not directly experienced, through the process of enlightenment. The ‘Royal Road’, as experienced in Our Sacred Order’s preparation for gradual unfolding of such, may be the road less traveled, but it is a new and different road then traveled by freemasonry. It is by direct experience of such sacred Magickal rituals as the Gnostic and Catholic Mass, that one directly experiences the Current of the solar phallic gods, earlier spoken of. The understanding of mystery by joy rather than sacrifice, comes to be a real and true reality , rather than a ideal to be dreamt of.

The Hierosgamos of Sol and Luna

Upon the breast of spring’s awakening earth
A hilltop’s crown flung as to the sky
Near alone, only avian sights, as they swoop and fly.
Sun warms rocks and nature’s hay, to make a bonnie bed,
Bodies languid in aerie nest, naught but wind is said.
From amorous kisses, comes adorant meditation.
The sky & the earth lure forth invocation.
Thee, Thee I invoke – thou the mighty Sun!
The inner Sol, the outer brilliance bright,
Shining as does my lover in the dazzling light.
Golden like the sun-silver like the moon, the colours of his hair.
The empyrean blue of heaven’s veil his eyes,
As he lies laughing without a care.
Devotion brings forth the cry, the Death dissolving into mirth
The winged Disk unfurls, of Spirit, Flesh, Sky and Earth
Like the mountains first beginning, a mighty tumultuous birth,
Of light resplendent that courses, as it frees
Above as below, the very core of Thee.
The Sacrament is as thus the Salt, which admonishes the water
To bear the virtue of the Great Sea
The Mother is but the Daughter.
The Sun is but the Son!
The Elder Father awakened solely.
Brilliant hour of Thelemic Power,
The current enrapts us Holy.

Maat

Brave King, who hast journeyed to the Land of Dead
Stands here before me, Maat – do you dread
The Lady of the Balance or Truth, the feather upon my head?
Mine most excellent man, thou life hast come to this
Your heart lies naked upon my scales
Under the eyes of my faithful Anubis
Weighed against this feather, this ultimate Truth
Lies there your loves, your passions, your age, and your youth.
Behind lies Sebek, frightful one of fate
To devour those unbalanced with greed, with anger with hate
See then thou, this feather tremble upon my brow?
For thee I love, yet for thee have I vowed to judge all equally?
Justice tried and true
Same as to same, not one for a Goddess to Rue
Does your heart hold enough to fear me?
Ane not see my cheek grow deathly pale
At the thought of my gentle lover all alone in hell?

The Blood of the Poet

Like all poems, in books, upon dusty shelves
Written by one of our kind
Thus it was with the Master
And so it is with mine
I bare my soul with ink for blood
That courses thru the page
I invoke the Mighty Shining Ones
As thus was ever with the Mage.
He was a man, and I a maid
His time far before mine
Yet this love is eternal
Lingering in the silence of poetry’s shrine.

Gnostic Mass 08/6/06

Bidden to enter,
The Virgin, Deacon and Congregation meeting in Word
She, bearing forth the Paten and Cakes of Light, girded with the Sword
Gives Heaven and Earths greeting
The Temple serpentine, unfolds overhead and beneath my feet
I create the Universe, as I advance towards the Priest
Created from a man amongst men, awoken by the Sword
Be He consecrated by Water, Fire and Word
I worship the Lance and amongst Us, is the Lord.
By power of the lifted Lance, amongst the Congregation
The Blessing given and the Spotless Virgin taken,
By the hand, the Priest leads the Priestess,
To the Stele, Book, Roses Paten and Grail,
None that is forsaken,Where in all Will be blessed
He lifts her upon the altar, where she is enthroned,
The kiss of the Law, the Veil is drawn, The Priests Holy Words are told.
Hidden behind the Veil of Silence,The Priestess does unrobe,
To stand upon the altar. The Goddess revealed to be, no other
Thus the Daughter, brought forth by the Son, is finally the Mother
Nuit Invoked, brings Her Infinite presence
The charge behind the Veil, Goddess divine manifests.
The priest unveils She, to worship the Word held at Her breast
Upon his lance, a kiss bestowed and their love is sealed
He then adores, and then the Saints are revealed
Of Solar Fire the Deacon shines
Bringing forth the Paternal Sons
All worthy Mystics,Lovers, each and every one
The Mystical Marriage, Grail and Lance do meet
Hrilliu! Thus proclaimed and the marriage is complete.