Brothers of the left hand path,

I show you the golden arm of God,

The one who comes before heaven from which all good is made

That towers like ten thousand suns above the horizon and all canyons below and floods Gods land with all juices that make its herbs and green things grow.

I show you my friends the well from which all is born that I hold dear and thrust from my heart.

Black towers stood before me, before I acted and shed my light -

Black rocks and kings and knights and servants and goats and women - before the immaculate gesture came from above.