Of the Great Invocation

By Frater Theodbald

On March 20, 2013, I had made the Thelemic Great Invocation to Horus. Everything was in place. My entire temple lit by candle light. My "ritual candle" (a red candle that was given to me during a lodge seasonal ritual that has only ever been used for Thelemic purposes) lit in the east. A Thelemic star drawn on my white board. I had a charcoal lit in preperation for the olibanum I was going to burn. I proceeded to perform the Star Ruby. A few minutes of contemplative silence, and then I started reading while putting the olibanum on my charcoal, all the while respecting the gestures of the great invocation. The invocation went quite smoothly. It quickly shifted from "I'm trying this out" to "wow this flows perfectly and I feel quite empowered." The thick olibanum mist filled the candle lit room.

At the end of the ritual I felt an urge to write, and decided to give a try at automatic writing. I hadn't done that for... perhaps 10 years. I guess I felt a little rusty at the time, as I have rarely ever read what I wrote on that night, though I've always remembered some of it, and the atmosphere I bathed in the time of writing. (Over the years I have re-done this ritual with other Brethen, in Saint John NB, in Farnham Qc and in Montreal, Qc. Every time, the ritual was a success.)

At the end of it all, I sat down on the ground and was very tired. I went to sleep soon after disengaging the ritual and cleaning up. All in all, the energy raised was awesome and I was still feeling it the next day.

Today, January 23, 2016, I find the automatic writing that I thought had been lost forever. It reappeared to me in the most unexpected way and, as a consequence, I've decided to make a transcript in electronic writing for the sake of posterity:

To Ra Hoor May I recieve thy words
That naught shall contend save the weak
and the blind. May the Will walk upon
the earth and take hold of Man. May
Thy creative force of Life bear on until never's end.

Hear me oh scribe Ankh f-n Khonsu, write and read later.
Thou shall think and thou shall write
Thou Shalt not die nor leave until the writ's end.

Man Shall Prevail.

Fear not young one, and fight on!
Horus be thy strength, as hadit thy life and Nu thy light.
Fear not thy dismemberment nor thy enemies.

In thee I shall prevail.

It's true what they say about the necessity to write things down and keep them for posterity. Almost two years later after what happened, I feel that I have a much better understanding of what it is that was written down; the encouraging dialogue that comes out of this writing. I find that it was more of a "personal" communication, bearing very little relevance to anyone else. Furthermore, in hindsight I can see how it was also prophetic to my own life. The dialogue is, to me, a sound piece of advice that I would do well to follow.


Montreal, March MMXIII & January MMXVI