THURSDAY-EVENING

When I go to sleep, just before going to sleep I will say to myself the following words, and I will let them enter into my spirit, for words are like dead leaves when there is no life in them of the spirit. I say, then, these words: “I enter the eternal and infinite garden of mystery, my spirit in oneness with the Heavenly Father, my body in oneness with the Earthly Mother, my heart in harmony with my Brothers, the Sons of Men, dedicating my spirit, my body, and my heart to the holy, pure and saving Teaching, even that Teaching which of old was known to Enoch.”

Communion with The Angel of Wisdom

And after these words have entered into my spirit, on the sixth evening after Sabbath-Eve, I say these words: 'Angel of Wisdom, descend on me and fill with wisdom all my thoughts.' I know that my thoughts are as powerful as the bolt of lightning that stabs through the storm and splits asunder the mighty tree. It was for this that I have waited seven years to learn how to speak with the angels, for I know not the power of my thoughts. I will use, then, wisdom in all I think and say and do. For that which is done without wisdom is as a riderless horse, mouth foaming and eyes wild, running crazed into a yawning chasm. But when the angel of Wisdom governs my deeds, then is the path to the unknown realms established, and order and harmony govern your lives.