The Black Mass - Set-XV - London, England Ceremony Written by Michael H. Kelly
The Black Mass - Set-XV - London, England Ceremony Written by Michael H. Kelly
Michael H. Kelly
Invocation to Set
In the Name of the Lord of Darkness, Set, ancient and awful, we gather here tonight, and
the Powers of Darkness arise in their majesty within and around us.
This is the night of the Dark Brethren, when we gather around this living Altar, symbol of
our own fierce Indulgence, to pay homage to our own kind, and to revile and blaspheme
the forces of stasis and inertia by the simple fact of our existence and continuance.
Hear us, Dark Lord, taste of the delight of your Elect, as we celebrate the Dark Gift that
we have received from you, and as we reaffirm our individual essences in all our Being
and Becoming.
From the south we call the raging fires of lust, the Infernal desires and blazing life that
sustains our vigour and vitality.
From the east we call the cold clarity of the air, that detached and icy cold focus of
thought that enables us to retain our individual integrity even in the midst of the strongest
passions.
From the north we call the solid foundation of earth, the substance of the temples of our
own bodies, reinvigorated and rejuvenated by force of Will.
From the west we call the depths of the ancient salt sea, the deep well of emotions and
fantasies wherein our own subjective universe is crafted and experienced.
We set ourselves apart from the outer universe, so that we may feast on the delights of
our own Indulgence. In Indulging our Selves, we shall know our Selves; in knowing our
Selves, we shall transform our Selves and Xeper and Remanifest. This shall be our
immortal Becoming; we shall Become as Gods, knowing good and evil, the promise of
the Serpent fulfilled. And it is the Rite of the Serpent that we celebrate here tonight, those
secret pleasures of the venom of Apep.
The Benediction
Let us now cast our thoughts back through time in remembrance of those words spoken
by the apostate Bishop of the 120 Days of Sodom. May those sentiments, abhorrent to the
natural order, be a benediction and inspiration to us tonight:
“When one has a decided taste for men, there's no changing … Consider the problem
from the point of view of evil, evil almost always being pleasure's true and major charm;
considered thus, the crime must appear greater when perpetrated upon a being of your
identical sort than inflicted upon one which is not, and this once established, the delight
automatically doubles … I believe the abuse of power more delicious when exercised at
the expense of one's peer than at a woman's.”
Behold this symbol of the body of Nuit, the empty randomness of infinite space, with its
blind scattered pockets of random inertia.
Within the Grail is the essence of Life itself, the Gift of Set. This fluid is the venom of
Apep, the ancient Serpent, deadly to the non-initiate, but potent and invigorating to the
Children of Darkness.
The Statement
We call upon Astaroth, Daimon of Senses, revealed to us in The Diabolicon. We taste of
the essence of that entity who has promised the subjugation of all behaviour to man's Will
and not to natural or mechanical laws. We are they of whom you have spoken, that we
shall transcend the rule of the order of God and establish the eternal freedom of the Setian
Will. We must create our own order independent of all external imposition. And not until
we master this power may we aspire to the end of our Setian evolution.
And here tonight, we seek to further our mastery of this power, as we revel in the
Indulgence of our own senses, as we realise afresh who and what we are, as we reshape
the Universe by the pure force of our own Wills. Thus, the past revitalised and enlivened
in the Infernal fires of this present, we shall Remanifest the future in the image of our
own glory!
Let each of us present examine himself now in the clarity of Setian vision. Through
tonight's Indulgence, let us redefine ourselves in the light of our highest and most evolved
ideals and aesthetic appreciation. Thus we may accelerate and intensify our Xeper and
subsequent Remanifestations.
We stand now as Setians, in the Æon of Set. But the Universe at large is still tightly in the
grip of the clammy claws of the Gods of Death.
In the Æon of HarWer, when Set's Opposite Self first undertook the task of smashing
these death religions, they were personified under the collective form of Nuit, the queen
of infinite space, of dispersion, of non-existence.
In The Book of the Law, HarWer prophetically stated that he had crushed a universe in his
left hand, and naught remained.
Now, in the Æon of Set, that prophecy can be fulfilled by the individual Initiate. For as it
is written in the Statement of Leviathan:
“Only through obliteration of the Universe that is may man seal his mastery of the Black
Flame, for only thus may he know that he is not subject to a greater Will. Heaven must
perish, Hell must perish, and man alone must remain ere the Black Flame becomes Red
in the glory of its perfection. Then the Red Magus shall behold only Leviathan, and he
shall recognise that he has become the perfect mind, who shall remake the Cosmos in the
perfect glory of his Setian Will.”
Now is the time when we shall indeed crush the Universe that is. The nothingness that is
the ultimate form of Nuit shall be obliterated, its glamour defiled and lost, and in its place
we upraise our own glory and Self-knowledge. The Universe that is shall be crushed and
swept away, and from its ruins we shall erect a monument that shall ring with the
splendour of our own sweet Indulgence, and shall reflect and magnify all that we are as
we continue to Xeper and Remanifest.
Vanish into nothingness, thou fool of fools, for thy place is empty, and the splendid
blasphemy that is Life has thrown off its shackles and Come Into Being. Thy time is dead
and gone.
The Host is crushed in the left hand and dashed to the floor in ruin
Step forth now each in turn and partake of the Grail of Life. As Set has extended his
Essence to his Elect, let us delight in it now, that the dawning light of Lucifer may banish
the lingering misery of the world of horrors from our hearts and minds.
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Oali Mapm Sobam ag cormpo crpl Casarmg croodzi chis od vgeG dst capimali chis
Capimaon od lonshin chis talo cla Torgu Norquasahi od Fcaosga Bagle zirenaiad Dsi od
Apila Dooaip qaal ZACAR od ZAMRAN Obelisong restel aaf Normolap.
The Closing
Go forth now once more into the world, but remember that we are fiends who far surpass
its transient existence in the light of our own dark glory. Whatever there is of beauty and
pleasure in the world is there only because we choose to perceive it as such, as a tool of
our own Indulgence. Go forth, and take your pleasure in Life, in Setian dignity and
excellence. Revaluate all values in the image of your own Indulgence as you Xeper and
Remanifest.
Ringing of the Bell
So It Is Done