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                               LIBER XLIV
                        THE MASS OF THE PHOENIX

 The Magician, his breast bare, stands before an altar on which are his Burin,
 Bell, Thurible, and two of the Cakes of Light.  In the Sign of the Enterer he
 reaches West across the Altar, and cries:

    Hail Ra, that goest in thy bark
    Into the caverns of the Dark!

 He gives the sign of Silence, and takes the Bell, and Fire, in his hands.

    East of the Altar see me stand
    With light and musick in my hand!

 He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell 333 - 55555 - 333 and places the Fire
 in the Thurible.

    I strike the Bell: I light the Flame;
    I utter the mysterious Name.

                         ABRAHADABRA

 He strikes eleven times upon the Bell.

    Now I begin to pray: Thou Child,
    Holy Thy name and undefiled!
    Thy reign is come; Thy will is done.
    Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.
    Bring me through midnight to the Sun!
    Save me from Evil and from Good!
    That Thy one crown of all the Ten
    Even now and here be mine.  AMEN.

 He puts the first Cake on the Fire of the Thurible.

    I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim
    These adorations of Thy name.

 He makes them as in Liber Legis, and strikes again Eleven times upon the
 Bell. With the Burin he then makes upon his breast the proper sign.

    Behold this bleeding breast of mine
    Gashed with the sacramental sign!

 He puts the second Cake to the wound.

    I stanch the Blood; the wafer soaks
    It up, and the high priest invokes!


 He eats the second Cake.

    This Bread I eat.  This Oath I swear
    As I enflame myself with prayer:
    "There is no grace: there is no guilt:
    This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!"

 He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell, and cries

                           ABRAHADABRA.

    I entered in with woe; with mirth
    I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
    To do my pleasure on the earth
    Among the legions of the living.

 He goeth forth.