SUNDAY-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 Earth

And after these words have entered into my spirit, on the second morning after Sabbath-Eve, I say these words: 'Angel of Earth, make fruitful my seed, and with your power give life to my body.' Even as my seed creates new life, so courses through the earth the seed of the angel of Earth: in the grass, in the soil, in all living things that grow from the soil. I Know, that the same angel of Earth that makes my seed into sons also makes the tiny acorn into this mighty oak, and makes the seed-bearing wheat to grow for bread for the Son of Man. And the seed of my body need not enter the body of woman to create life; for the power of the angel of Earth can create the life of the spirit within, as well as the life of the body without.