Khabs Am Pekht

I direct and I behold...The golden light descends at WillVeil of restriction unfold...Holy, silent and stillI am, thou art, in extension...Grant me the vision of thy chosen fewThe strength of a DevourerVery god of very god born anewAll-absorber, all-deflowererNothing is in extension...And I beheld and I sawThe selfless self dwelled withinAnd struggled MehûmâhEver Seeking, ever searchingThrough the deepest MummuTo descend in emanationThrough wombs of shining with radianceOf their serpent, of their deathAnd other seals, secrets to me yet unknownSeals of splendor, seals of great mysteryStill, a vain effort was the searchFor the primum mobile encounteredThe vast Têhom, not through effortBut by willBe my prophet, O new-bornThat is the root of heavenly fireIlluminated, pure and anointedIn all aspects like unto god...... In extension...And BeholdI saw Tiamtu, the watery deepYes, the ancient serpent of chaosIn all it's horrid glory, raging relentlesslyAt the fire that had become the selfBeing slain... and born againNaught in extension...