FRIDAY-MORNING

When I open my eyes in the morning, even then before my body has been called by the Angel of Sun, I say to myself these words, letting them echo in 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 Air

And after these words have entered into my spirit, on the seventh morning after Sabbath-Eve, I say these words: 'Angel of Air, enter with my breath and give the Air of Life to my body.' I know, that the Angel of Air is the messenger of the Heavenly Father, and no one comes before the face of God that the angel of Air lets not pass. For we do not think of the angel of Air when we breathe, for we breathe without thought, as the sons of darkness live their lives without thought. But when the power of life enters into my words and into my breathing, then for every time I invoke the Angel of Air, so do I also invoke the unknown angels of the Heavenly Father; and I will go closer and closer to the heavenly kingdoms.