Someone Princess Someone Shame

by Roy Rindom

So young and tender pure at heart
She walks the street alone at night
Waiting for a John to bite.
It's the only life she ever knew
So take your fondle, kiss or screw
There's no time to play this game
Someone's princess -- someone's shame.

I need to see some paper first
So watch your hands before you pay
Give it up, or I'm on my way
His name is John and she takes his dough
Shit. He's yelling "Start the show!"
The names never change on any given night
A Pro / A Whore / even Bum
The one that hurts is a Little scum
He doesn't care what she's Called
There's no time to hear her name
Someone's princess -- Someone's shame.

She dares not think how it all started
Lives are ruined with families parted
At thirteen she's young and sweet
What great Friends are on the street
Trust me / Take this / Listen here
At night it's always "be my dear"
There's no time to lay the blame
Someone's princess -- Someone's shame.

Now fourteen -- one year older
Much more callous, even bolder
Her hips, her walk speak that beat
She's a lady of the street
The clothes have changed throughout the year
First champagne; now it's beer
How she's grown since she first started
Damn that day the family parted
This world's unfair and barely tame
Someone's princess -- Someone's shame.

Now fifteen; it's been two years
Oh my God she's lost her fears
She's slept with women and two men
On the street there's no pretend
My, her heart is filled with pain
Someone's princess -- Someone's shame.

How much longer will she last
For on the street you age so fast
She's not allowed to show her tears
They are only hurts and fears
Then one night with a sigh
She felt a peace deep inside
Reminiscing how she started
That fateful day the family parted
For on the street there is no game
Someone's princess -- Someone's shame.

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Untitled Poem

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath amd tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, amd shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curl’d like a lambs back was shav’d, so I said.
Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head’s bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair

And so he was quiet. & that very night.
As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight
That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack
Were all of them lock’d up in coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had a bright key
And he open’d the coffins & set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind.
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho’ the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

by William Blake

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Keywords: dons guide  angelic liber logaeth  egyptian magic  black magic  evocation heptarchia french  

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The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame.
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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Strange Changes

I met you first on darkened moors,
one night beneath a cobalt moon
We walked the hills, climbed rugged tors
the wind sang sweet cold eerie tunes

Then you were quick to dance,
your lustrous hair a flowing breeze
When I chanced to glance at you
I saw your body rearrange
taking the shape of a yew tree
Strange change I thought...so strange...

The second time I saw you playing a sea nymph
on a black sand beach
We swam Together Through the surf,
I Touched the sea, but you I could not reach

Then you were quick to laugh,
your mirth a shiny aura
I paused to stare
while you shimmered in the air
taking a Griffin's form
Strange change I cried...too strange

The last time I saw you
acting like a wilderness child
Canadian tundra frozen and bleak,
animal magic free and wild

Presenting your true self
while the wolves remained silent
The Moon howled in delight
as you kissed me softly in the arctic night
and left me standing on a melting world
full of strange changes...very strange...

by Zhuavastou c1996

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Forest

Deep in the dark, silent forest
The Lord and the Lady and me
Walk in reverent wonder
At the mystery of beauty we see.
Misty clouds and moonbeams
Play a silent symphony,
Filled with awe and peace
they They should walk with me.

Deep in the dark, silent forest
Where first they came to me,
The Lord of the Woods, the
Green Man,
And the Lady in majesty.
There 'neath the moon I adore them
With the beauty of nature around.
The Athame in blue-white splendor,
then draws the circle round.

Deep in the dark, silent forest
The Lord and the Lady and me
Create a space of wonder
Just large enough for three.
Earth and Air, Fire and Water
Thrice the circle drawn
Enchanted space of ritual
until the morning dawn.

Deep in the dark, silent forest
The Lord and the Lady and me.
At the end of a long nights ritual
Are content and happy we three.
We watch the glow of the embers
As the heat of the fire dies low.
A few moments of Meditation
And then its time to go.

Deep in the dark, silent forest
Here by the wide open sea
The Lord and the Lady go Walking
The Lord and the Lady and me.
Here in the dark, silent forest
I've learned a great mystery,
They are each a part of the other,
And each a great part of me.

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Odin Lament

by Carol E. Meacham/Kano Runstafr Odinsdottir @ Copyright 1991 by Carol E. Meacham

This poem may be used in ritual, but I ask that you give appropriate author credit if published.

I heard the horn's cry
Clouds on the wind fly
Wood smoke and blood's tang
The call of the wolf rang
Long and loud in the stillness
Deep and wide in the vastness
A star's shine in the vast night
A tiny spark, proclaiming it's right
To be, as I am, whole
By Odin's decree playing it's role
Until the hour of need
When all bonds are freed
And the final winter arrives
Of Odin's host, not one alive
To proclaim what has been
What was to be and be again
"It is time," declared our lord
"When death will wait on our swords
When Light will perish in the dark
When sons and daughters see the mark
Of That Which proves a dying day
Come to steal the souls away
From your old Father's hand
What warriors here, from every land!
'Twould be a sorry sight,
Were we not to fight
Against the Norn's decree.
Come, my shieldmen, to me!
Where is Thor, my warrior son
Who's chariot makes the day to run
Cursed Loki, trickster, fool!
Condemned to lie in the poison pool!
Go away from me, betraying child!
You who makes the Fates run wild!
Traitor to Balder, fair as the light!
Because of you, the world in blight.
Faithful Tyr, Mighty Thor,
Beautiful Freya, to live no more
In Asgard's sacred halls of gold
All for Loki, mischief bold!
Oh, that I might hold back time,
For one more day of fairest clime
But now Ragnarok will claim my bones
The world will end with agony's groans
As your wise old Father at last retires
To Hela's embrace and Muspellheim's fires
Oh, my son, my faithful wife,
How long, how long our graceful lives?
Oh Asgard, beloved golden land
How long, how long, your rule to my hand?
My ravens, my wolves, my Valkyries fierce
Death's cold barbs, my heart they pierce
I did not know, I could not see
The runes did not reveal that need
But no more words, now march on
To war, to death, 'til time is gone!
For all that we have given here
I will not flinch, I will not fear
Oh my children, fight well and true
I go before to welcome you
Go not easy into death
Let not Hela steal your last breath
Whatever is left beyond the veil
I know that you can never fail!
For was it not all foretold
In runes and stones and tales of old?
And through it all the sun will rise
You see, your Father is Truly Wise!
For was not a new day promised?
Ah, but that sunrise I will miss
For after me will come a new lord
To take up the fight and claim the sword
So sing of me, when you gather here,
I will listen, never fear
For though I am gone, my power fades
I still can hear your prayers for aid
And I will answer, as I may,
And help to chase your fears away."
So the Lord did go out to Ragnarok
Fought til Hela's cold arms did lock
About the AllFather's ancient form
Oh, what wailing, what storms!
Grievous day, to come at last
After so long the fateful blast
Brave Thor, taken by the Serpent's coils
It's poison in his veins did roil
Soon he, too, did follow the path
Vanquished by the Serpent's wrath.
There the Hammer did lay,
Quiet and still, it's master away
Gone forever from Thor's hand
Quiet and still, the newborn land
Without it's gods to guard
A new race to be it's ward
And tell the tales as were told
Of ancient gods in a land of gold.

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Poetic Edda Edda Saeundar Hinns Froda

Book: Poetic Edda Edda Saeundar Hinns Froda by Benjamin Thorpe

Saemund, son of Sigfus, the reputed collector of the poems bearing his name, which is sometimes Also Called the Elder, and the Poetic, Edda, was of a highly distinguished family, being descended in a direct line from King Harald Hildetonn. He was born at Oddi, his paternal dwelling in the south of Iceland, between the years 1054 and 1057, or about 50 years after the establishment by law of the Christian religion in that island; hence it is easy to imagine that many heathens, or baptized favourers of the old mythic songs of heathenism, may have lived in his days and imparted to him the lays of the times of old, which his unfettered mind induced him to hand down to posterity.

The youth of Saemund was passed in travel and study, in Germany and France, and, according to some accounts, in Italy. His cousin John ogmundson, who later became first bishop of Holum, and after his death was received among the number of saints, when on his way to Rome, fell in with his youthful kinsman, and took him back with him to Iceland, in the year 1076. Saemund afterwards became a priest at Oddi, where he instructed many young men in useful learning; but the effects of which were not improbably such as to the common people might appear as witchcraft or magic: and, indeed, Saemund's predilection for the sagas and songs of the old heathen times (even for the magical ones) was so well known, that among his countrymen there were some who regarded him as a great sorcerer, though chiefly in what is called white or innocuous and defensive sorcery, a repute which still clings to his memory among the common people of Iceland, and will long adhere to it through the numerous and popular stories regarding him (some of them highly entertaining) that are orally transmitted from generation to generation.

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Guardians

She calls the power to
Women in Circle dance.
She drums the Heartbeat forth,
drowning out Darkening.

Dragoning magic rites,
blindfolded, sword sharpened,
firelit, the other woman
beckons the Hearkening.

Singing with tambourines,
Conscience bared, FireJumpers;
leaping the passions that
threaten the journeying.

Meditate mystery,
Back through the labyrinth
sacred of ancient ones,
corridors echoing.

Drums she the Silver Chord
tying their spirits down;
sounding the pressure waves
pushed forth by blood surging.

Smoke draws the elements
Thunder and Lightening.
Wise one in Center is
singing the Ripening.

Back from the Underground
sleepwalk the Dreaming Ones.
Up through the thicket and
stone are they wandering.

She who is warding Death,
ceases with brandishing.
Open is Circle and
ended the Gathering.

Mary Riversong
Copyright 2002

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Sacred Trees

Sacred trees
You among all creation deserve high honor.
For all your long life your arms you raise,
Heaven-ward in endless praise,
Leaves upturned to the sun,
To the face of the God of Life.

Sacred trees
You among all creation deserve love.
You give of yourself freely, as laden branches bend.
You give of yourself completely, your fruit, your wood; your end
Becomes a new Beginning
As you return your gift of life
And once again to the body of Mother Earth.

Sacred trees
You among all creation deserve sanctification.
Giving of yourself, from without and within
You sow no hate, you make no sin
You give to us the breath of life, even as you die.
Pray we too, learn to live as trees.

Raven Le May '95

Raven is a woman of spirit living in Ohio, who describes her Spirituality as having a Pagan Heart and a Catholic soul. She is publishing a book of her poems in the near future. Copyright (c) 1995 belongs to the author.

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The Abyss And Tabaet A Study Of Adversarial Mythology In Magick

Book: The Abyss And Tabaet A Study Of Adversarial Mythology In Magick by Michael Ford

The purpose of the following essay is to not only examine masks worn by the fallen angels throughout history as well as to examine the etymology of the spirit of self-liberation and opposition from the praxis of occult thought. The very passing of power in the Circle of Witchcraft And Sorcery is the averse way of bringing into union Daemon and Man, the intent of the Adversary is life and the Immortality of the spirit. As “Luciferian Witchcraft” and “Liber HVHI” provide a foundation of sorcery which incorporates an interwoven praxis of Antinomianism and self-deification, the essential origins of the Daemonic Feminine and Masculine should be further understood by its origins.

What is regarded as common knowledge depicts that the Luciferian spirit, what is found are the associative traits and that the Adversary has existed long before Christianity. The Avestan texts as well as the Denkard provide a wealth of knowledge of Ahriman from a right hand path point of view, consider as such a veil which can only be passed through by the Great Work of initiation.

The names and cultural expressions of the Adversary are briefly explored as an introduction, from the ancient Persian, Hebraic and even Norse, the Adversary appears in each. As tempter, war maker, wisdom bringer and devouring predatory spirit. Look to the common aspects which make the Opposer as a force of initiation.

Lucifer/Ahriman/Samael is a spirit which is made viable through the Adept his/herself, this force is expressive of the individual, thus each manifestation unique as the initiate in question.

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Goddess Initiation

Book: Goddess Initiation by Franceska De Grandis

veryone possesses the spiritual, psychic, and worldly potential of a Goddess or God. In this breakthrough book, Francesca De Grandis brings years of experience as a shamanic counselor and traditional spiritual healer to reveal how you can cultivate and celebrate the secret, magical side of your nature. This month-to-month program of many practical exercises, rituals, and prayers will help you:

- Discover your innate wisdom
- Heal inner blocks to happiness and meaningful action in your life
- Achieve your goals and feel energized, strong, and capable
- Unleash creativity and passion for living
- Celebrate a vibrant and healthy sexuality

Based on traditional Celtic culture and the author's own successful and unique Third Road teaching, this enriching journey deep into the heart of shamanism and Goddess Spirituality will appeal to all seekers, not just Wiccans. A lyrical sourcebook of rituals, spells, mysticism, and mirth, Goddess Initiation is designed for everyone who wants to integrate commonsense Spirituatity -- and a bit of Faerie dust! -- into their everyday lives.

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A Dream Within A Dream

by Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a Vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream Within a dream.

I stand amind the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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The Moonpool

It is a lazy, restful time
here in the forest glade.
The sun is departing, the stars arriving
and the trees are a darkening jade.

An air of buzzing, drowsing stillness
invades the meadow, lends weight to my head
as I settle down - bedroll, backpack
and strains of music are seemingly played.

A deep, cool, dark pool is here,
mirror clear, reflections of skies,
as peace fills my mind, my soul
and sleep gently touches my eyes.

I know not whether I was awake, or in dream
or how much time had passed,
when I felt the magic of this place
camped there, upon the grass.

No sounds - no crickets? (The Music!)
As the Moon awakens the pool, so bright.
Why this anticipation, premonition,
this magical feeling, this ghost haunted night?

Then, a siamese cat enters the meadow-
silver grey, regal compusure, flowing lines.
And somehow I know - I see intelligence
and wit, and power, as she looks into my eyes.

How does she speak without speaking?
But somehow, she communicates good will, and cheer.
'Stay quiet, childe of man.', she says.
'Be still - you are but a guest here.'

Then a parade of feline musicians
wandered in singing from the right.
I shake my head *bedazzled*; Am I dreaming, or mad?
Why me - here to witness this eldritch sight?
A troupe of dancing, cavorting gnomes
made their appearence upon a rocky stage.
And following them : silver clad, haughty elves
accompanied by a wizened old mage.

Now, many strange but noble presences made manifest
on that starlit night in June.
And I witnessed and heard sweet music, high magic, secrets
until dawn, with the passing of the Moon.

And the high bred Queen of Cat Folk
smiled with warmth, and left.
Left me shaking with these visions,
and nodding, I finally slept.

I return often to these stately woods, seeking
but never finding the sacred pool, so bright.
It makes me sad - very sad to think
that it was but a dream, a peculiar night.

But sometimes, at the edge of sleep,
soft music slowly beckons, and calls.
And I know with every fiber of my being
that I will again visit these magical sylvan halls

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An Essay In Ontology With Some Remarks On Ceremonial Magic

Book: An Essay In Ontology With Some Remarks On Ceremonial Magic by Aleister Crowley

In presenting this theory of the Universe to the world, I have but one hope of making any profound impression, viz.-that my theory has the merit of explaining the divergences between the three great forms of religion now existing in the world-Buddhism, Hinduism and Christianity, and of adapting them to ontological science by conclusions not mystical but mathematical.

Of Mohammedism I shall not now treat, as, in whatever light we may decide to regard it (and its esoteric schools are often orthodox), in any case it must fall under one of the three heads of Nihilism, Advaitism, and Dvaitism. Taking the ordinary hypothesis of the universe, that of its infinity, or at any rate that of the infinity of God, or of the infinity of some substance or idea actually existing, we first come to the question of the possibility of the co-existence of God and man.

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Issue

Book: Issue by Correllian Times Emagazine

The Correllian Times E-magazine is available free of charge. Help this project and many others - buy a supporting membership to WitchSchool.com. The Correllian Times features articles, reports on events, photos, artwork, poetry, and more! To download a .pdf copy of the magazine, click on the link above. Each issue will have its own link, listed by date.

In this e-magazine you can learn more about the Correllian Tradition, its leading members, locations around the world, legally incorporated churches, and enjoy photo essays about Correllian events. The Correllian Nativist Tradition is the largest and fasted growing Wiccan Tradition in the world. Many Correllian organizations having state level incorporation in their own right include Heritage Temple, Selu Temple, Enchanted Realm Temple, and the Correll Mother Temple itself among others. The Correllian Nativist Tradition has locations in countries around the world including the USA, Canada, Australia, South Africa, Denmark, Sweden, Uruguay, Mexico, Belgium, Argentina, and Spain and members in many other places including Peru, Brazil, Hong Kong and Singapore. The Correllian Tradition is dedicated to the advancement of the Pagan people. We believe strongly in the need for increased communication and co-operation between Pagans everywhere, from all Traditions.

We stress the importance of the Pagan Clergy as teachers and facilitators, and the need for a strong public presence. The Correllian Tradition emphasizes celebratory as well as initiatory Wicca, and is strongly committed to accessible public ritual. But perhaps the one thing that most sets Correllian Wicca apart is that we have embraced the internet as an educational tool.

Correspondence teaching is nothing new in Wicca, but we were the first to utilize the internet as a serious tool for training new initiates. This has brought great expansion and many changes to our Tradition, and we are still in the process of mastering this new teaching medium.

Correllian Wicca different from many other Traditions of Wicca is that we are a unified Tradition with a single leadership. Although increasing numbers of Correllian Temples have their own incorporation, they are they are all part of one Tradition, an inter-dependent whole which stands together as a family.

The entire world-wide Tradition has a single structure allowing us to act together as few other Traditions can. The leading bodies of the Correllian Tradition include; The Witan Council, which is made up of all Temple Heads, Elders, and Officers of the Tradition; And the Correllian Council of Elders which includes the Heads and Officers of the Tradition, and its most respected members. (Information from respected site correllian.com)

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Myths And Myth Makers Old Tales And Superstitions

Book: Myths And Myth Makers Old Tales And Superstitions by John Fiske

IN publishing this somewhat rambling and unsystematic series of papers, in which I have endeavoured to touch briefly upon a great many of the most important points in the study of mythology, I think it right to observe that, in order to avoid confusing the reader with intricate discussions, I have sometimes cut the matter short, expressing myself with dogmatic definiteness where a sceptical vagueness might perhaps have seemed more becoming. In treating of popular
legends and Superstitions, the paths of inquiry are circuitous enough, and seldom can we reach a satisfactory conclusion until we have travelled all the way around Robin Hood's barn and back again. I am sure that the reader would not have thanked me for obstructing these crooked lanes with the thorns and brambles of philological and antiquarian discussion, to such an extent as perhaps to make him despair of ever reaching the high road.

I have not attempted to review, otherwise than incidentally, the works of Grimm, Muller, Kuhn, Breal, Dasent, and Tylor; nor can I pretend to have added anything of consequence, save now and then some bit of explanatory comment, to the results obtained by the labour of these scholars; but it has rather been my aim to present these results in such a way as to awaken general interest in them. And accordingly, in dealing with a subject which depends upon philology almost as much as astronomy depends upon mathematics, I have omitted philological considerations wherever it has been possible to do so. Nevertheless, I believe that nothing has been advanced as established which is not now generally admitted by scholars, and that nothing has been advanced as probable for which due evidence cannot be produced. Yet among many points which are proved, and many others which are probable, there must always remain many other facts of which we cannot feel sure that our own Explanation is the true one; and the student who endeavours to fathom the primitive thoughts of mankind, as enshrined in mythology, will do well to bear in mind the modest words of Jacob Grimm, - himself the greatest scholar and thinker who has ever dealt with this class of subjects,--"I shall indeed interpret all that I can, but I cannot interpret all that I should like." PETERSHAM, September 6, 1872.

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Fields Of Gold

my Pagan Heart brings me back
to another Time & days of old
when i once danced in fields of gold

wheat & barley skyward reached
as i danced in my bare feet
mother Earth & i are one
the seasons pass & all is done

i hear the call from deep within
to another time & days of old
when i once danced in fields of gold

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Snow

Goddess is beautiful dressed in white
The tiny white crystals that fall through the night
They fall so gentle, don't make a sound
As they drift to Earth and lay on the ground

Looking up, snow melts on my face
as I leave behind the hectic pace
I'm in another world, one of love
communing with the Goddess above

Drawing the power from all around me
one with Her, I truely wish to be
This is the quest for which I strive
It is my reason for being alive

Standing alone, staring at the sky
I feel a tear coming to my eye
The feeling of peace is awesome you see
I feel the Goddess surrounding me

(C) 1989 - Steve Earl

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Echoes From The Gnosis Vol X The Hymn Of The Robe Of Glory

Book: Echoes From The Gnosis Vol X The Hymn Of The Robe Of Glory by George Robert Stowe Mead

The Hymn of the robe of glory is also known as the Hymn of the pearl and belongs to the Acts of Thomas, which were written in Edessa around 225. The hymn narrates how a prince encounters the ‘robe’ which he had left behind ‘at home’ (in heaven):

At once, as soon as I saw it,
The Glory looked like my own self.

The idea of the mirror image as a spiritual double can also be found in Mani, and in the Gospel of Thomas (logos 84), part of the Nag Hammadi discovery of 1945:

When you see your likeness you rejoice.
But when you see your images
which came into being before you,
and which neither die nor become manifest,
how much you will have to bear!

Echoes from the Gnosis(1906) is a series of monographs under the title Echoes from the Gnosis (recently republished in a centennial edition) summarizing his insights into the formation of the Gnostic world-view. By this time Mead had published eight works on various aspects of the early Christian world and on “The Theosophy of the Greeks.” Together with his outstanding translations of the Hermetic books, these works established his reputation as one of the foremost English scholars in his broadly chosen fields. Mead was the first modern scholar of Gnostic tradition. A century later, the corpus of his work remains unequaled in breadth and insight.

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