The Holy Books

For me unveils the veile’d sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters (there are the adorations, as thou hast written) as it is said: The Light is mine ; its rays consume Me: I have made a secret door 29