[Morning prayer - facing East]

 

Formless, formless

Formless, formless

No arms, no legs

No torso, no head

 

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Formless, formless

Formless, formless

No arms, no legs

No torso… appendages

 

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Formless, formless

No torso… appendages

 

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1.) The Third Imitation

 

In the eve of the last century - the Third Imitation of the Baphomet was identified as Octavian Roy Orozco. We know it to be true that the Baphomet reveals himself in the flesh of men in times of great despair and of great need. A singular soul must take claim of his life in the pursuit of the liberation of the Human species and it is the task of the Tribunal to cultivate this soul in this purpose. 

 

The Constituents of the Baphomet who bore this soul were to raise him until of age when finally ready to enter the realm of the Five Figures. Their contribution to our great purpose was aptly rewarded and praised by the Cohorts. A stirring atmosphere - a rejuvenation of the excitement not felt for 70 years. An emerging light shone through the entire cosmos illuminating the Cohorts in their glory. The Third Imitation of the Baphomet was to bring an era of prosperity for the entirety of our species. His burden great but shared with the Cohorts. 

 

The fateful day - the 27th day of March 1997 Common Era - the hounds of the State apparatus swarmed the Cohorts with the immensity of locusts. These beats tore through our divine community in a feverish pitch. Constituents were executed, many believers thrown into the jaws of CIA blacksites. No stone unturned. The hounds swallowed our children and spit them out to the arms of State-approved family homes. Orphaned, broken. The shameful day imprinted into our history, pressed as the ink on a paper press, as the idolatry on the walls of the tombs of the Kings of Egypt.

 

We will not forsake this day. We will not forsake their crimes. We will not forsake our children. We will not forsake the Third Imitation of the Baphomet. We will not forsake our duty to bring prosperity to the entirety of our species. 

 

Indeed it was on that day we lost the Third Imitation. Those untouched by this perversion were then molested by its consequences. The Five Figures, in their wisdom, brought our collective uproar to bay. We would wait. Wait for the Third Imitation to grow. Guide his path as butterflies before a storm.

 

What was left of the Cohorts watched him become a man. We watched as he excelled in his studies, as he failed in his hobbies, we watched him as he was without judgment - without worry. The Tribunal had given us the courage to lean into our faith.

 

For there he was - the Baphomet in the flesh. The embodiment of Revolution. The whisper of the Universe. The yell of the voiceless. The holder of destiny. We prayed toward the East, toward the West, toward the South, toward the North and then toward the stars. Our prayers were to the unimagined depths of space and time. That which was inconceivable would be revealed. As long as we actualized the potential of all the Imitations of the Baphomet. For the Baphomet is our litmus, the tip of the needle of a vaccine, a counterweight to the weight of human vanity and ego and short-sightedness. We would be successful and at the expense of our lives if need be.