The Abbey Key

by David Bersson

Entering the Abbey with the mystic key,
wandering spirits nodded to me.

Yet I drank the wine and the essence was pure,
the secret Elixir was a spiritual cure.

the lion laughed and cleansed me with fire,
a pregnant cow moaned and called me Sire,
the maiden from the waters vibrated a word.
from a whisper of the wind came a mystic bird.

the gateway opened with the force of the Phallus,
magick of the gates of the Palace.

in the Abbey I am no longer a guest
now the key is within my mortal chest,
with subtle fire it purges my being,
like an alter ego a song to sing.

the music of the mantra uplifts,
the essence has its magick gifts.

Entering the Abbey with the mystic key,
wandering spirits delight in me.

for now that I own the Abbey key,
magical powers are revealed to me.

the secret of the Beast and Whore,
exists beyond the Abbey door.

I have the key, come forth and see,
partake of the essence of the Abbey key!

Comment by David Bersson: I've waited a long time to put this poem up publicly. No doubt there was a time I thought it could never be revealed to the public; yet certain magical secrets must be revealed. It is not written that mystery is the enemy of truth? Be assured, that a true understanding cannot be divined completely from a study of the Constitution of the Order of Θελημα; but actual experience within the Abbey must exist whereupon the aspirant can learn to partake of the essence of a talisman and actually evolve to a level where the pure energy of the symbol is naturally converted into insight that can be useful for the said aspirant; and others. During my two week magical retirement in London I continued the work of this Formula; and found I already had the magical power to partake of other symbols which developed a secret school of thought that will be revealed after my final dissolution. I have spoken between the lines of my essays so this magical secret can be revealed (and not lost) to those who are ready; and in my essay, WAVES OF ENERGY, I give details that will be important for those who require instruction in its subtle manifestations. Suffice to state that no one below the Grade of Zelator of the A.·. A.·. will truly comprehend this poem and partake of the essence of the joy of the experience that it brings to the conscious spiritual being for those who have known, dared, willed and are obliged to keep silent lest the profane stain the Sanctuary that has been created on Inner and Outer Planes the truth of this magical key. In addition, the aspirant is warned that it is dogmatic to consider the Trances in "Little Essay Towards Truth" as the only Trances from Us. I once told someone, (from my dismay and realization of this), that I no longer know what Grade I am for I have experienced Trances that are not written of in our Books; and I was seeing blinds from the Master Therion that were showing me the essence of it all stripped naked of the non essentials. This poem will assist aspirants with such a dilemma, formula and probable future with the Path Ahead for the present Aeon. For He guides you to the truth where you can gaze into the face of God being that magical mirror of the self beyond self which is the beginning and the end. Behold, you will drink truth and understanding like wine and be drunk on the essence of the Beast moving forth to thrust the Whore.