Horus Maat


Liber Pennae Ultim-Atum

JUDGEMENT/THE AEON Tarot CardCopyright © 1999 Orryelle Bascule.

From The Book of ChAos
   In the Book of Thoth, Crowley replaced the traditional image of the Judgement Card with one to herald the new Aeon of Horus, changing the card’s title to ‘The Aeon’. Since then the Maat current has been earthed by Soror Nema and Fraters Achad and Belarion, forming the double current. The original Judgement image depicts an angel blowing a trumpet at the moment of rebirth; thus it represents the HGA/Augeodies, which is often seen as our future self guiding us towards it, and thus associated with the ‘future’ Aeon of Maat. So I have returned to this traditional image, placing it a new Aeonic context and retaining both titles for the card.   The Horus hawk bursts forth from the cocoon of regeneration, head a blazing sun of chaos. Maat as the aeonic HGA balances this against the moon, which is also the ‘mouth which devours’ of TiaMaat/TeyaMayeT, the great Serpent of the Ages emcircling the Cosmic Egg. The yin/yang symbol is used because it represents karma, which is basically the idea of ‘the past effecting the future’. Here the masculine/feminine dualities are reversed, demonstrating that the future may also effect the past, and that Horus and Maat exist within each other’s aeons. Thus the double current is formed. For those who embrace it, the potential is glimpsed within the egg which is formed by the yin/yang. Maat’s sword, the axis of her scales, cleaves it to reveal AHArpocrat, the babe within the egg, the tao beyond gender. ‘We are divided for love’s sake, For the chance of Union’ (-AL I, 29) The crack the sword forms in the egg is the ‘lightning-flash’ of illumination, the descent of spirit from Kether to Malkuth. It is the realization that Kether is already here, within the world of form/ apparent duality. Both the trumpet and the cocoon are cornucopia motifs, phallic yet hollow and thus also yonic, representing this potential union of genders.


Liber Pennae Ultim-Atum

“We all go to the children, And from them we shall return” -Nema
Pennae:-Feather; pen; arm; branch; pennant-staff (flagpole); pinion; quill
Ultimatum:-Final declaration of terms
Pen-ultimate:-One from the last; Pointing towards the ultimate or absolute
Atum:-The original deity in the ancient Egyptian pantheon. -the creator

(1) Beyond the Beginning
(2) There was Nothing
And that Nothing was Nun
(3) Yet from it One
Did Come
And that One was Atum
The Beginning was Atum
Baphomet, Shiva-An, TeyaMayet, Heru-rAHA,
Different masks of the same Two-in-One
And to Hir we shall re-turn…
(4) As Before, so After
(5) Then from the eye of One
Two sprang forth
The Tao become
The Yin and Yang
Chokmah and Binah
Split from Kether
(6) Male and Female
Come from One
Who is both or neither
(7) Ipsos
By the same mouth
Fromwhich Tefnut-Mayet flew
Was breathed the prana-deva, Shu
From the Cornucopia
(8) This was the original twin-current
And via it we shall re-turn
(9) Tefnut and Shuo
Went forth in the waters of the Abyss
Atum sent out Hir Eye
To look after them
But the Eye became lost beyond the Abyss
Whose edges Mayet and Shu were defining
As they spawned Geb and Nu
(10) From the Two came the Many Thousand things
Mayet, the World Order,
Begat form; Began the dance of Lila,
The play of ma-nifestat-ion
The great tapestry of Maya
Wondrous in its intricacy of detail
And variety of pattern
(11) The great serpent Tiamat
Was chopped into pieces by Marduk
She was divided into T(he)-I-Am-At,
Thus came Measure, Tia-Maat
To determine our segment of the All
And thus was Chaos Ordered
By the great Sword of the Solar Lord
(12) Atum sent forth Thoth
To find the Eye
And return it to the Abyss
Being the Scribe, The Ibis
Wrote the glyphs
Which captured the journey of the Eye
(13) The Ibis returned the Eye
To the Hand of Atum
But new eyes had been installed meantime in its place
The light of newfound reason shone from Atum’s face
Shining through the waters which now rippled
With newfound form
(14) Sudden inspiration
Burst as a rearing serpent
Forth from Atum’s forehead
Seized and swallowed the vagrant Eye
But it stuck in the serpent’s swollen throat
Thus the Uraeus Cobra was born
Coiling from the Ajna of Atum
(15) But this was not the Eye complete
For even as Atum had divided
Into Tefnut and Shu
So too had Hir One Eye become Two
The original Eyes of Heru:
The Utchet and the Wedjat
Without Atem He only had the Sun.
(16) For half of the vagrant Eye(s)
Had remained in orbit around distant Geb
(Even as Shu moved between Him and Nu)
Fromwhence She reflected the radiance
Of the distant sundisk
(17) And every once in Her cycle
This Eye of dreams
Doth seem to disappear
Cast afar by Set, Beyond His constricting coils
And only the MoonGod Thoth
By tracing Her path with delicate quill
May return Her to the World of Form
(18) The Lord of Parts hath been restored
By the Lovers of the Hawk
(19) Now the pieces of our Lady
Must be also gathered
The left Eye to Balance the Right
(within the Greater Cycle also)
As the Lord was returned to darkness
So must the Lady be brought back to light
Our Lady the Moon, Our Lady of the Night.
(20) O Daughter of the Sun, ye hath come forth from afar
Borne from Infinite Space between Infinite Stars
Foreshadowed, ye have entered our atmosphere
Now twisting and turning in the Lower Air
A hovering Feather, Spiralling in Shu
And ye shall come to Earth
The Ma-nifestat-ion of Nu
Is at an End
(21) Ipsos
By the same mouth
Which breathes the Word of Truth:
‘Ipse Pennae’
By the same feather
Onwhich the Word is breathed
So is the Word inscribed
And thus the Eye retrieved
(22) By the same counterweight of the Heart,
O breath which moves thee,
Shall the Qyl be filled
And the Prana feed
Taking Her Feather from the Scales,
I fashion this truthplume into a Quill,
Sharpen it into the sWord of my Will
(23) I think, therefore ‘Ink’
INvoKing Thoth, I marry Truth
The Ink flows through
Conveying the Go-spell:
(24) As Thoth, I take this Truthplume
To be my Law-ful wedded knife
The SwordQyl of True Will
A blade of air withwhich to slice
Through sickness and despair
To love and light and life
‘The Pen is mightier than the Sword’
Yet now The Pennae IS the Sword
The weapon of the Word
(25) May the Quintessence of the divine
Flow through the spine of the Qyl
To imbue my lines with True Will
(26) As Hermes, I take my vow
(The Boddhisattvic Vow)
To All-ways Tell the Truth
In service as the Messenger of the Gods
And Guide between the realms
(27) I swear to always tell the Truth
I cannot, however, swear to always tell the WHOLE Truth
To which the All-Father replies:
‘As Messenger of the Gods,
THAT would not be expected of you…’
For many are the veils of Maya
And many are the masks of Mayet
And not only do each of us wear different masks
But the eyeholes in each are of a different size and shape and shade
(28) Beware of s/he who speaks with forked tongue
The triple tongue transcends, though unheard
(29) The serpent-scroll of the Ages unfolds
In the Beginning was the Word: AHA!
Inspiration and expiration, the breath of Life
Is expelled Ha-hu!
(30) The Word can not express the whole truth
Thus this is the Pennae-Ultimate Truth which points the Way
To the Ultimate Truth of the Wordless Aeon when the current re-unites.
(31) What awaits within the Orphic Egg
Round which the serpent twines?
The Cosmic Egg of Potential? Aha… …
We may glimpse it through the cracks in the shell
The cracks between the worlds
The Choruses between the multi-verses
(32) The SwordQyl is the Sushumna
The Pennae, the mast
With which to write the rites
And the spell-ings cast
The pennae is the pinion
The fulcrum of the Scales
Of Justice, Balancing sun and moon
At the hilt of Reason’s blade
(33) And on the Scales of time
Tbe point is made
The Qyl-tip returns the ink to the scales
Of the snakeskin pages
The rites are writ upon
The Golden Serpent
Who measures out the Ages
(34) From the Holy Grail
From the Sacred Source
From the Sabbat Cauldron
From the Well of Remembrance
From the chalice of the Star-Mother the Feather doth drink
And this IS
-IS the Ink.
The Vinum Sabbatti,
The Elixir of Life,
The mists of myth,
The Milk, the Honey
Maat and Thoth’s
Honey-Moon gift
Talam Malat
Talam Lamat
(35) On a page not of papyrus but of skin
The Ink sinks in
To the Word-made-Flesh:
The SwordQyl was forged in fire
By a Feather held in Caduceus Staff
The KiaQyl Staff was carved in air
By a blade held by two snakes
One ofwhich was filled by the SwordQyl
Before it returned
From the Lady of the Lake
(36) So the Staff of my Will
And the Sword of my Word
Are fledged with the Feather of Truth
Becoming an Arrow of Art
May this True Will
Fly to the Heart
Of the Matter
The light heart
The emptiness at the centre of Maya
The Eye of the Cyclone
(37) This my Will, is True
Cross my Heart
And hope to Die
Die to Hope anew
(38) The Eye-globe is sucked into and up
Ganesha’s great trunk
Swirling through fractal dementions
Wings vibrating, fluttering, hovering
Unfurling within the 32-formed One, curling inside-out
Warp through the realms of Atu 23, As the spokes of the Wheel invert
Be-leaving the Hand, Eye
Journeying beyond in a realm
Of luminescent portals
Convoluting, gelatinous abstractions
Twistmelding molten
Transmogrification continuum
Elasticated musculature of pattern; The fusion and fission
Of aeons, ad infinitum; Abyss of the Abyss
Beyond beyond, leaving Atum far behind.
(39) Quill of air,
Quill of ivory,
Om Ganapati Namah
‘Twas with One Tooth that the Moon was smitten
Ipsos, By the same bone, by the same feather,
The Truth is written
Triple tongue of fire,
Single tooth of ether
(40) Om Ganatahuti Namah
By the same mouth,
Na’aton speaks in different tongues
Which blend in Hir Awakening.
(41) Tracing the erratic intricate weave of the eye-globe’s journey
With delicate quill through strange lands
Thoth’s Will is to seek out the Eye
And return it to the Hand
The Word made Flesh
(42) The Arrow of Art
Pierces the Heart
Which is thus weighed
Against the Feather of Maat
For the Feather fledges the Arrow
It’s shaft is the Staff, phallus
And the Heart is the Chalice of Love,
Is the Eye, the Kteis
IO. The Mouth which births and devours
Is both target and source
Of the Arrow’s course
For Love draws the bow
(43) And the Moon herself is also an Archer
The Arrow of Inspiration
Is shot forth by the Muse of Dreams
Huntress of the Eye of Night
With Liber Qoph vel Hecate
We make our salutations to
The maiden returning,
From Her leap beyond the Wheel
Her radiance by Nix defined
Though hid in rays of Ra by day,
By night her light shall shine
At dusk and dawn
She dies and is reborn
In counterpoise with our Lord
(44) When his staff is conjoined with the Chalice of Isis
A Sword is forged in the fires of Osiris
And thus he sires the son, Horus
And the daughter, Maat, whose part
Is the final chorus, the hearth
The Pentacle of earth
Which returns us to
The seed which birthed us
(45) The sword spins
Around the staff-mast
As the winds of Horus
Fan the flames to clear the past
Compressed and whirling with the fury of change
An aeonic vortex Of timespans vast
Spiralling cycles of time deranged
Beyond evolution
This is the Vortextual revolution
And in the centre of this furious
Dervish of symbol and form
There is Silence, and Stillness
And an orb
This is the Eye of the cyclone
The Orphic Egg of potential
Around its calm glow spirals the Serpent of Time
The Aeons and their elements swirling
Faster and faster
Until the distinctions between them
Grow blurred in the Quickening
And there ceases to be definition
In their correspondences or rendering;
What is beginning, What is end
The elemental tools merge and blend
Into one composite weapon, the Arrow
Which pierces the veil, to enter
And flies to the centre
(46) It pierces the Egg, which cracks apart and splinters
Into a thousand mirrored shards
But there is naught within but the Arrow itself
It and its parts thereof
Are reflected infinitely in a thousand fractal fragments
Which rain down through the void like new stars aborn
And I scry deep into one of the shards
And see therein the Egg again, unsundered
And I know not what is reflection and what is reality
I being a mirror
…And that there is more to come…
(47) A Moth flutters down,
Attracted by the light
Refracted by the myriad mirrors
He picks up six pieces
Each smaller than the last
Assembling them into the Wedjat Eye
He bears them aloft on his wings
Thus Thoth takes flight
Returning the Moon to Mother Night
(48) Though the pen is mightier than the sword
And the quill as both is mightier still
Yet a picture tells a thousand words
And so the bow is Drawn by the Quill
(49) As the Arrow of True Will
Which again pierces the Rain-Bow
The Kalas of Kali
Who thus stands still
(50) Feather-fledged,
The Arrow of True Will
Flies towards its target.
It penetrates the winged Eye in flight
And brings it down to Earth
The Moon was banished
With a Qyl of bone
But once She hath vanished
The Gods are bereaved
They plead for her return
And with a feather-Qyl
She is retreived
She is the inward-turning or backwards-looking Eye of the daughter,
Coph Nia;
And it is by tracing Her passage Beyond that the Scribe
Returns her to the Hand of Atum,
(51) This is the Pennae UltimAtum:
For the World-Order to be restored
The Son must attend to the Mother
Even as Daughter heals Father
(52) The balance of nature
Must be maintained
Sleeping brethren and sistren, Awake!
The hive-mind awaits
But only through perseverance and dedication
May we achieve the Ultimate gestalt
(53) Love is the True purpose of Will
Greed must be curtailed
Else the Pennance shall be dear,
The outcome ill
So take your Will and fill of Love,
And give your Will and fill as Well
(54) The Word-Sword withwhich
To Execute Zos’ Will
Re-turns with KiaQyl
(55) The Posture of A-OSiris re-minds us
Black Eagle Azoth Walla Warru alights on Niggurath Pangenitor Black Goat
Merging, they become Kanacheta again.
(56) Over fourteen days
Thoth hath assembled the pieces of the Wedjat Eye
And Now returns Her to the Kingdom
She flies up behind Atum,
Ascending the sushumna,
And spreads Her wings in the back of His head,
Becoming Qoph Nia.
(57) At dusk and dawn
Qoph (100) Nia may re-unite with Resh (200) Ain, the Eye of the Sun
In the centre of the mind of God/dess
And fountains,
Spirit triple-crowned
100 +200 = 300
And a new ATU is added to The Book of Thoth:
(58) ATU 23, Beyond the Wheel
Thus the Eye Complete is revealed.
Iannu, the Forgotten One of the Ajna and the Bindu,
United in the mind’s-eye,
The Pineal Gland.
(59) We must unite sun and moon within
The mind’s-eye
And plate with gold
That silver seed
Thus speeding the journey
To ATU 23
(60) AHA! The Lightning strikes and the Cosmic Egg is sundered
Revealing A-HArpocrat; -the Cosmic Yoke
A HArleQuintessence of the divine
(61) AHA: We are united for Art’s sake
For the chance of division
Coagula et Solve
Na’aton for One and All
(62) I unite the twin currents in the Here and Now.
HorusMaat IO! ChthonosYcronos IO!
ChaosOrder IO! TeyaMayeT IO!
ZosKia IO! Rechtaw eht ma I am the Watcher, SunaJanuS
(63) Thus is the Eye enthroned
The Daughter is Crowned, at One with the many Thousand Things
The two-edged Sword pulled from the Stone
(64) The fire of Heru shall stroke the Earth
Unfiltered by dissipating Shu
So Geb and Nu embrace again
And we retract back
Into the eye of An
And All for Nought
The Beginning was Atum
Baphomet, Shiva-An, TeyaMayet, Heru-rAHA,
Different masks of the same Two-in-One
And to Hir we now re-turn
As Before, so After
(65) And at this re-union
Of the Eyes within Atum
He-She cried with ecstasy
And these tears were humanity
So We are each a seed of that great He-She
So love Oneself with strength and pride
And let None ever destroy this completeness
(66) For self-love’s sake, We appear to be divided
For the joy of Realization.
(67) Just as Two may be-come None
And Three or more may be-come None
So too may One be-come Nun
By first becoming Two-in-One
The Ultim-Atum
(68) Thus the starseed is borne to earth
Lamat Talam
And if Two or more who each are Two-in-One
Together become Nun
This is the Perfect Secret
Talam Malat
(69) So embrace your divinity
For One equals Infinity
And All for Nought
‘Twas Atum’s Hand
That milked these tears from Hir Eye
And together IO the Hand and Eye
Were the Mouth of the Cosmic Serpent
Which spat forth Tefnut and Shu into the waters
This serpent was TeyaMayet
Divided (for love’s sake)
Into Teyam-Shu and Tefnut-Mayet
(70) Atum is the All
Thus containing the Atu, the cells
Of the cycle of Tarot
The red river of Atem is the path beyond the Wheel
Back to the Source
(71) The mantra IPSOS is our vessel,
The Maatet boat of a million years
(72) By the same mouth which doth emit time
Is TimEmiT (TeyaMayet, T’I-am-at) devoured
(73) On a lunar Eclipse,
Dreams may re-turn to the outer,
Re-emerging from Shadow
On a solar Eclipse,
The Gates are opened wide;
And One may travel deep within,
If One hath the Will,
For Qoph Nia
Steals away with the light of reason
Into the dark recesses.
(74) The Red One, Atum,
Is the Even-ing of Sun and Moon
For the Red One, Atum,
Is not only the God of the Setting Sun
But also Goddess of the Rising Moon
And the Red One, Atum,
Is the God of the Rising Sun
And Goddess of the Setting Moon
She-He is the fulcrum, the bascule, the balance,
The pinion, Pennae,
The moment of Equipoise
(75) The Red One, Atum, is not only the Set-ting Sun of the Day
And -as Autumn- of the Year
But of the Greater Cycle also
She-He shall Set at the End of Time
And She-He hath risen to emiT again
At the Gates of Dawn