Sing unto the majesty of fire, oh Goddess of wisdom.

Let us raise our cups and let us toast to the hierarchies of the flames...

Let us ignite our amphoras of gold and let us drink the wine of light until becoming inebriated...

Oh Demosthenes, how fast were your feet in Cheronea...

Mesmer, Cagliostro, Agrippa, Raymond Lully, I knew all of you; I saw all of you, and they called you madmen.

From where did you get your wisdom?  Why were your lips sealed with death?  What happened to your knowledge?

On this night, I will drink the wine of wisdom within the chalice of your august craniums and in a gesture of omnipotent rebellion, I will revolt against the ancient tomb.

I will break all the chains of the world, and I will declare myself immortal even if they believe me to be crazy...

I will grasp the sword of Damocles, so as to make the inopportune guest to flee....

Thus mute skull, you will not succeed against me, since I am eternal...

Igneous Christ, blazing Christ, I raise my cup and make a toast to the Gods, but you baptize me with fire...

From where did this manifold creation spring?

From where did these immense planetary boulders spring that seem to emerge as millenarian monsters from the faucet of an abyss in order to fall into yet another abyss more terrible and dreadful than the first?

I lift my eyes up high, and upon the igneous head of the most exalted among all the sacrificed ones, I read this word:  I.N.R.I.

Ignis Natura Renovatur Integra.

Fire renews nature incessantly.

Yes, beloved disciples, the entire universe is nothing else but the granulations of the Fohat (fire).

Oh, the hierarchies of the fires! Oh, the hierarchies of the flames.

Ardent, ardent roses... igneous serpents... hiss... hiss eternally upon the waters of life in order for the worlds to emerge...

Hiss, hiss, hiss eternally with the hiss of the Fohat, oh holy flames...

Blessed be the luminous fiat, the spermatic fiat of the eternal living God, who placed this universe into existence.

Divine fire, you are the divine numen of all infinite existences, and when the subterranean flame bursts its prison and devours the framework... burning the foundations of the world, you shall still be as you were before, without suffering any change.  Oh, divine and eternal fire!....

The Fohat fecundates the chaotic matter; thus, the worlds emerge into existence.  All of what has been, what is, and what will be, is a child of fire...

The fire of the Holy Spirit is the flame of Horeb...  The Fohat lives within our testicles (ovaries) and it is only a matter of putting it into activity, by means of Sexual Magic, to convert ourselves into Gods... into Devas, into divine and ineffable beings.

The fire of Chastity is the fire of the Holy Spirit, it is the fire of Pentecost, it is the fire of Kundalini... It is the fire which Prometheus plundered from heaven... It is the sacred flame of the temple, ignited by the vestals... It is the flame of triple incandescence... It is the chariot of fire on which Elijah ascended into heaven.

In the time of ancient Egypt, the neophyte who aspired to become an Alchemist had to wed a mature woman in order to awaken the divine fire.  But, if he married a young maiden, he had to wait some months before executing the sexual connection.  Obedience to his wife was one of the matrimonial requirements, to which the Alchemist submitted with great gladness.

To introduce the virile member into the feminine vagina and to withdraw it without spilling the semen is the old formula of ancient alchemists... This is the formula to awaken the igneous serpent and to achieve union with the Innermost.  According to Moses, the Innermost is the Real Being, the Ruach Elohim, who sowed the waters in the beginning of the world.

This is how we convert ourselves into the Sun King, into the Triumphant Magi of the Snake...  We become omnipotent Gods, and with the sword of Damocles, we defeat death... All of Nature kneels before us, and the tempests serve as carpets for our feet.

Fohat is the Elixir of Long Life.  We can preserve the body for millions of years with this elixir...

The woman is the vestal of the temple... the woman lights the flame of our sounding arquin, which vibrates within the cosmic spaces with the tremendous solemn and ineffable euphoria of the vast heavens of Urania...

Woman, I love Thee...
It has been many nights
that I weep dearly...dearly...
but at the end of the journey I hear thy songs,
and the dreaming stars tremble with love.
Then, the celestial muses kiss themselves with thy chants...
Thou art a sealed book of seven seals.
I do not know if Thou art joy or venom.
I am at the edge of an abyss which I do not understand:
I feel fear of Thee and of thy mystery.
Woman, I adore Thee...

I want to drink the mandrake’s liquor,
I want to kiss thy bosom,
I want to feel the chant of thy words
and I want to ignite my fires.

Woman, Thou cannot forget me,
Thou told me that Thou loves me    
and Thou swore to me thy love,
in those adored nights...
in those nights of idyll...
in those perfumed nights...
nights of chants and nests...

Ancient Priestess, ignite my wick,
ignite my flame of triple incandescence;
nubile Vestal of a divine temple...
deliver to me the fruits of science...

The Revolution of BeelzebubThis chapter is from The Revolution of Beelzebub (1950) by Samael Aun Weor. The print and ebook editions by Glorian Publishing (a non-profit organization) are illustrated to aid your understanding, and include features like a glossary and index. Buy the book, and you benefit yourself and others.