Grimoire of Body Magick: poems and translations

Grimoire of Body MagickPoems and Translations by Mogg Morgan

GRIMOIRE OF BODY MAGICK

Grimoire of Body Magick The mind cannot be fully awake without the assistance of the body As below so above - sometimes what is below is more important than what is above.

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POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS

Baboons

Sidling backwards on hand and kneesex a flagenough to make Arjunachange his genderlike baboons we tumblebiting nape's of neckcock swollen like fireyour sex redbuttocks beautiful nestle seductivelyin groin's crooksmooth skin strokes fine hair where legand abdomen meetwriggling, my tip-tup finds a glidewet with moisturewet too with wantingteats that hand like dumplingslifted backnipple nestling gentlytickling the palms of handsmy hand stroking youstoking you with my sexmoving through the groovetickled by mounds of hairI am drawn insidetwist and rich saliva flows from mouth to mouthdeeper we goreaching for the secret keyfondling it lovinglyyou grasp me withinmy centre is in youbodies floating everywheredesire mounting

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upwards from withinsomething bursting forthpulsations comingflesh with fleshfluids mergingflesh without fleshfluids mergingmoments of pleasureand we are again Baboons

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A Blow-job According to the Tantrik Tradition

First StageCome before me guru remove your veils along with the last vestiges of your clothing.Let me see you, standingas I sit before you on the edge of the seat of pleasureI pull you - to meYour phallus nestled between meI blow hot on your bellymy hands cradle and smooth your firm buttI stroke more of youuntil the thrust of your pelvis is forwardand the red tip of your expectant cocknudges me gentle under the chinas if reminding me of the thing in handI feel your kneesthey are tremblingI rub the quivering musclesfollowing their direction, strokingupwards, touching inner and outeruntil coming closeI run my fingers down those clefts atthe top of your thighs

Cock is there, longing also be touchedblow him a little kissyour hands cup furry ballsyour fingers draw down the tiny egg floating theregently, gently you draw them down.Do this all lots and lotsand again

Second StageNow you are really excitedwaiting no longer grip the throbbing shaft of his cockbetween your fist

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and do nothing more, for moment by moment, feeling the heart pulsesensing the serpent within as it risesand falls, your own breasts aching, your yoni wet,The jewel of your yoni also hard and pulsing with his heartnow slide that skin firmly down its shaftexposing allclose your eyes and feel yourself into hisbody, greeting the goddess kundalini there-She lifts her head and ooses the warm, the clear, and the slipperylick this from the gateway of his cockmore will come, a tiny riverletmaking his member glistentake this elixior on the finger of your left handand tease him, resting your wet finger at the door to muladhara -His arse gapes and opens and youcan ease your finger in, withdrawing and reinserting until you are insideThe god moves and quakes like an earthPush your finger all the wayand find his root, the jewel of him,a tiny bud blooming in the mystical diagramanoint him and stroke him in a cunning wayand more elixior flows from his straining cockreturn to his phallis, and no longer teasing take the great wet head into your soft mouthnow your mouth like a firm yoniengulfs him andsucks, all the while your hand stretching his penis skinDo this five times, five more until his seems on the brink of blissyou will know whensense it

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Then stop, take your mouth from his cockand after a pause that seems like yearswank him, in unfamilar strokes, starting with yourown rhythme.Make the strokes faster and then suddenly slowerWhen it seems right again take his cock into your mouthsuck him, engulf, five times, five more timesagain you read his body, see him approach theseat of bliss, now stop, squeezingthe root of hiscock willing the serpent within to waitAnd again your wank him in his favourite stroke, his thighs tense and his hips trying to thrustrestrain him, restrain himNow mix it up, blending togetherUntil he crosses over, and you with himto a place of blisshis arched phallus making a winged elixioryour mouth welcomes it withholy words of pleasureoutside it is a fountain, spurting in whiteinside a fiery flowhidden in the dark sucking foldsof your mouth

(From a medieval Nath text ascribed to Krisna Murugan rendered into English by Mogg Morgan. This text forms an interesting addendum to a book entitled Treatise on the Arrow of Lust a poem of which entitled ‘Cunnilingus according to the Tamil Siddhas’ is published in Kamil V Zvelebil The Siddha Quest For Immortality. ) The author Krisna Murugan is an interesting character, an alchemist, sorceror and accomplished bard. His biography (Krisna-Carita - literary ‘Life Journey’), is full of discussions, sometimes arguments with real and astral shaktis. These

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discussions are very lively and radical, for example at one stage the shakti says that, contrary to what it says in the celebrated erotic texts such as the Ananga Ranga and Kama Sutra, oral sex is often more successful if the man is less well endowed. On a safety note, modern experimentors might like to be sure that they cleanse their left hand thoroughly before moving onto to other sexual practices. This may be the rational for the common practice in Shri Rajneeshe’s ashram, where condoms and rubber gloves were standard tantrik equipment. Safe sex during any anal practice has, even pre-AIDS, always involved washing the penis fairly soon after sex and before proceeding further. It can be unhealthy to mix anal and vagina intercourse without such a precaution. That other practices follow those given below, is clear from the first line ‘come before me’ whereby the male participant has an orgasm before the main tantrik sexual rite, thus making his desire for orgasm less urgent in the more complicated rites to follow. The shakta may even be left to trance out for a while in order to obtain symbolic information for the main rite. It is obviously possible that this act of oral sex is the whole rite complete in itself. The first part of the author’s name shows him to have been a tantrik with an association with the Sahajivan sect. Murugan is the name of an ancient tribal deity of Tamil area - Murugan - the spear bearer. The above rendering is from a Sanksrit version of The Treatise. I have taken the liberty of using a modern idiom for some of the sexual terminology - a full word list is available on request.)

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Ode to the Cock and Fanny

I really like my cockI like what it doesI like the way that each day it surprises me with its moodsSometimes calm and thoughtfulother swollen, straining against my trousers.At a word you're ready for anythingIn the presence of the yoniyou are always willing to offer your allYou are a religious iconworshipped in thousands of temples throughout the world.To see you gives me good luck You always comfort meif I am aloneI like to stroke youuntil the clear elixir begins to flowand I can run my fingers easilyover your head and neat shaft.If in the past I ever expressed regretat your shape or dimensionI take it all back nowyou are in every way perfect.You give me such pleasurewillingly and unreservedlyI love the feel of youand the way you fit so neatly in mylover's organStay with me alwayslead me into the ways of pleasurefor thine is the comedomthe stimulator and the messy onefor ever and evera man

The yoni repliesI really like my fannyI like what it doesI like the way that each day it surprises me with its moodsSometimes calm and thoughtfulother hot and wet dying to be touched.Sometimes a mere word gets me goingor the sight and feel of a hard cock

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sliding near my legs, touching my clitoris with its wet tipAll offerings are acceptable to me, large or smallI am also a religious iconworshipped everywhereTo see me dispels all evil influences When you stroke me with a finger or tongueI quiver with excitementSoon the clear love juice flowsfrom me, from my lover, mouth and cockMouth, nipples and clitoris, these three are apieceI love the feel of you, finger inside, tongue in me.If when bloodied and bowed I think on youyou are in every way perfect.Thrust hard into me, or let me gentle slide over your cockI don't mind, I love it all waysStay in me and I will lead you in the ways of pleasurewith or without a condomfor ever and everyes

[Mogg 1996]

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Bez

Your altar shall bea bridge across across the chasm of faithThe chasm offaith, that openson all sidesI stand alone, o onetiny pinacle of rocklike a penis, reachinguppenis, like a penauhtoring the worldyou sag, then tendon loosenedby ageno longer do you pencreation to your chestyou fall forward, invitingthe hand, to caress you.Bez was there alsodancing his eternal dancearms outstretched and supportingsomething, I don't know whatlegs bent at the kneesfeet splayed like a dogtransparent, miniature Bezswim in the air beforetumbling, confusingmore certaintyThat is how Bez protects,by his very strangenessHe makes demons laughand they forget theirpurpose and quietlyfade away beforeanyone notices them andasks them their business.

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The God’ Arrival

(Spell for a vision of Osiris/Wepwawet (the wolf) in his astral form Orion. Adapted from Graeco-Egyptian Magical Papyri by Katon Shual, Priest of Seth. 11th February 1997ev.Make a talisman (a phoenix) written with myrrh water and juniper water. As your recite the words, stretch out your hand with the talisman in it, offering it to the moon and stars. Arrange your candles in the shape of the constellation Orion) The ‘O’ is a word of power in ancient texts, and could be transferred into a chant of barbarous wolf chant]

O Isis O Nephthys,O Noble soul of Osiris Wepwawet, ancient wolf godcome to me!I am your beloved son/daughterHorus/Sothis

O Gods who are in the skyO gods who are in the earth,O gods who are in the primeval waters

O gods who are in the southO gods who are in the northO gods who are in the westO gods who are in the east

Come to me tonight!Teach me all that I need to knowTeach me all that I askDo it now and do it quickly

The God’ Reply

I shall speak to you in barbarous names -(understand them)

Saffaior Baelkota Kikatoutara Ekennk Lix

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I am the great spirit who is inexorable

Itien-tankhou-kheokh Doou Jamai Arabennak Antrafeu BaleSitenji Arten Benten Akrab Enth Ouanth BalaJoupla Srahenne Dehenne Kalajou Khatemmok Bajne Bala Jamai

The day of Zeus (Thursday) is my special dayFrom the first hour until the fifth hourI am a catand on the eight hourI am again a cat(so shall you be)

Utter these words to me Hail to you Osiris lord of the netherworldMaster of burial-ritesWhose home is south of the Thinite nomeYou who are worshipped in AbydosYou who sit in AfricaUnder the shade of the tree of Thothwhose glory is in Pa-shalom

Praise to you Aleph-bethBring to me the Lord of HostsPraise to you AdonaiGreat IAOBring to me the archangel MichaelThe mighty hand of god

Praise to you Anubis‘Dweller in the house of the son of Isis’shall be your secret nameyou who dwell upon the sacred mountain

Hail to you Thothtwice great lord of wisdom

Praise to all godsPraise to all goddessesWho are with you

Akhnoui Akham

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Four fold lord of HostsThe sky is your nameSa-ba-sha is your nameOrion the valient is your name

So let Osiriswho is in the underworld join him who is in the skylet them both ariseand come in and answer that which I ask of them

The answer may come in the form of a dream or oracular vision.The above is freely adapted from PDM suppl 130-38 and PGM IV 1-85 Edition and translation published in H D Betz 'The Greek Magical Papyi in Translation'; And T DuQuesne 'Caduceus' Prebendal 1988

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Amba Shakti

sweet smelling, Amba,perfume of immortalityI burn for youagain, on your altar.Lord of confusionPapa, Seth, (be merciful)send a storm to cool meI drew you downand you sent such ecstasy and pain

Self choosingAmba, how I cry for yougone to anotherI rememberA moon, my mind isreflecting on youThe sun within merises, strong and steady

Melanchole, AmbaI amwounded at birthbut strong is my sexwarm and fieryThe journey that we start togethermust be finished aloneas an arrow goddessyou take on new fleshand from the heartlet fly

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Cloud Messenger

Are there clouds where you are?There are clouds here now, many cloudsperhaps as the winds change they will move to the eastand by some obscure and tortuous routethese same clouds will pass over your headsuch was the thought of the ancient poetprecipitatng the misery of all separated lovers

Perhaps those same trade windsthat brought your ancestors will draw my cloud messengerdown, down toward the hot equatorwhere men, fearing the power of womencover themAs the cool evening comes, I look downon secret meetings, where, hair loosedwomen sweat, and convulsing their bodiescall demon lover’stheir great black tresses hang down,I blow them a kiss and reveal myselffor an instant, a patch of moist emotion,in their dryness

Now a long journeyover nameless oceanswhere old ones ruleguided by instinctDarkness below me,unfamilar stars above meI am a feint trace of consciounesstrying to touch somethingin all this darkness

Call meand guide me inLet me come

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lying over youyour body strong beneath melike the earthreveal yourselfto a gentle breeaze that blows from mecaressing your skinopen, as I open before youand cooling drops of rainwill fall upon you

(for Ambashakti)

Have a mind to try to capture some of the essence of Tagore’s Meghaduta/Cloud Messenger (bit of a task this following in stream from Kalidasa and Jayadeva! But lets try.

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Invocation of Kundalini

by Krisna Murugan

Beautiful like a chain of lightning fine like a (lotus) fibre, shining in the minds of the sagesSubtle are you;the awakener of pure knowledgethe embodiment of all bliss, whose nature is pure consciousnessGuardian of the waythe doorway to the creator it shines in your mouthentrance to the region of blisssprinkled by the elixor of immortalityUntie this Knotserpent, ruler of knotsunhinge your jawand open your mouth the way of Sushumna

You are goddess of earth toosurrounded by eight shining mountainsIndra protects you with his mighty armsand his great, elephant mount like a vast mountain of smokestands bySeven too are the mountainssecret kula name of your placesParvati of the tribe

yellow are youLam, your mantraYou who maintain all beings by inspiration and expirationYou sleep over the body lingaKundaliniThe world bewilderergently you cover the door with your own mouthLike the spiral of the conch shell

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Your shining snake like formgoes three and half times around Shivayour murmur is of love sick beesyou inspire poetryyou make sigils (bandha)your snake form flows through all languageI meditate upon Kundaliniself chosen goddessof manifest and unmanifest sound

A young girl are youin the full bloom of youthwith fine breastsadorned with all adornmentslike the full moon, red in colour with restless eyes like a snake

Your seat is a lionI worship you in a triangleI offer water to your waterblood to your bloodsemen to your semenaccept what I offer the white and the redfluids mixed togethertransform them, find the rasa in thementer again the rootof meBhujangi, kundalini Tripura sundarigoddess

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Gates in the Desert (unfinished):

On the new moonTaking the path of the sunto the crossroads with the Milky Waylook to the westacross the desertwhere a spirit journeys from outside to the underworldeven as Osiris journeyed from the inside to the sky. dressed in best clothes, wearing a good hat.

Hear Ra say: The desert is bright, I give light with what is in me. Oh thou who destroyest men, who are filled with the chosen one of the Gods;breath be given to you, amongst whom I am. let there be rays for you, dwellers of the regions of offerings. My glorius right eye (the sun) is for you.. I have ordered destruction, the destruction of my enemies.

The Gods reply: This neck (represents) words of command fo the Great God. He who lifts up his memners. Come to us, to us who have come out of him. Hail to the One in his disk, the Great God with numberoud formsm/The gifts are bread, tehir beer is Djesert, their refreshment is water.

Ra says: My eye is upon you. My rays are your again, for you and for the one [Osiris] who is at rest among you. “Open the Doors of the West”

1. Viewing the Barque of RaSee the night boat of the sunSteered by magick,

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wisdom at the prowCheered by the blessed deadwho spoke and live on truthand remain as Gods of the west.Like a KingI go with Raupon a celestial riverBetween the commanding pillarsreward and punishmentThe middle way takenot bound to goodor chained by thoughts of sin.

2. The midnight hour of the sunthe midpoint of my journeymy Ba spirit, reunite with my fleshwhich is invisible, as are the parts of them that bear it upbut even so, let it be knonw byt its shadowsThere is a judgment scenebut only if you want it herein the doorway just before you come ina fleeting imageof Osiris, on his throneyour heart in the balanceThis is a place where demons are transfixedLion headed Gods cuts up the coiled, fire spitting serpent, Where the sons of Horushold its body with there blades.The nemesis of enemiesbound to the posts of the earth God Geb.

3. Behind the Horizon with the solar disc contained in a scarab.

4. The deceased kneels before the enthroned Ram. There are two altars, one which are Lillies, two vases and a basket. Offerings to Amun/Ram

5. Led to an open door by a Cat-headed God, holding a whip. This door is the “Portal of the Place of Truth”. Here “I am justified and enter the Holy Land”

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6. Rebirth of Osiris/Ra. A huge serpent in whose coils stand the four sons of Horus. This is to do with the mysteries of mummification.The foreparts of the serpent pass under a triangular mound of harvested grain. Its head rises over that of the revivied Osiris. His skin black, his beard blue.

Open doors of the Eastern Horizon - ascent to Life or Immortality

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