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Subject: THE APOCALYPSE MASS

Being a recension of the Gnostic Mass, adapted for invocation of that 
aspect of Thelema which is derived from the Revelation of John.

I. Of the Furnishings of the Temple

At one end of the temple is the Altar, which may be any sturdy black 
table large enough for a woman to sit upon.  It is best if it be in the 
South, but any direction will suffice.  It may be furnished with various 
devices as suit the occasion; there is no rule.  On its left is the Cup 
of Fornication; on its right will be the Plate of Turnips.  The Priestess 
will sit between them.  Low on its front are two solidly placed 
eye-hooks.  By its side is a small trash can.

Above it is the super-altar, at whose top is a red pentagram, its horns 
up, illumined with the red light of a single short candle beneath.  Below 
the pentagram is a place for the Bible.  Below this again there are two 
eye-hooks, firmly set in the wood.  On each side beyond the roses are two 
great guttering black candles.

All this is enclosed within a great Veil.

Forming the apex of an equilateral triangle, whose base is a line drawn 
between the pillars, is a small black square altar of superposed cubes.

Taking this altar as the middle of the base of a similar and equal 
triangle, at the apex of this second triangle is a small circular font.

Repeating, the apex of a third triangle is an upright Coffin.


II. Of the Officers of the Mass


The Priest. Bears the Unholy Rod, which is a large crucifix dildo, the 
crossbar at the bottom (an "inverted" cross).  He is clothed at first in 
stained and torn clothes of the street, later in a scarlet robe.

The Priestess. A woman of whoredom. She is clothed at first only in a 
slight costume meant to incite lust and proclaim debauchery, of purple 
and scarlet. On her ears (or elsewhere) she wears little tinkling bells 
that give music to her step. She bears the Sword strapped on her back, 
and the Plate of Turnips.  Each wrist and each ankle holds a sturdy metal 
bracelet.

The Deacon. He is clothed in a black robe. He bears the Book of the Law, 
the Satanic Bible, the Revelation of John, the Marriage of Heaven and 
Hell, or some other book sacred to Satan.

Though they are conventionally referred to as male, female, and male 
respectively, the parts may be played by one of any gender.  Should a man 
play the Priestess, the obvious substitution must be made in the method 
of consecration.


III.  Of the Opening Ceremonies


The Deacon, opening the door of the Temple, admits the congregation, and 
takes his stand between the small altar and the font.  (There should be a 
doorkeeper to attend to the admission.)

The Deacon advances and gives the sign of the Finger (hand curled in 
fist, middle finger upright) to the super-altar on which the Bible is 
exalted. He then sweeps the finger down rapidly, shouting the word 
"Bahlasti!" Advancing to the altar, he seizes the Bible and hurls it down 
toward the floor as he did his finger, shouting "Ompehda!" He finally 
kneels down before it tenderly, as if in worship, then spits full on the 
volume.  Picking it up and dropping it into the trash can, he murmurs 
aloud, "I spit on your crapulous creeds."

(At this time a short banishing may be performed by the Deacon if it is 
desired by the Officers. But no ruling gods nor angels should be set as 
guardians, only demons or the gods of Thelema, such as Apophis or Typhon, 
or the Beast and Babalon.  The Star Ruby is suitable, or some ritual 
special for the purpose.)

The Deacon kisses the Book he bears three times, opens it, and places it 
upon the super-altar. He turns to face the congregation.

The Deacon. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. I proclaim 
the
Law of No-Law in the name of Chaos.

The Congregation. Love is the law, love under will.

The Deacon goes to his place between the altar of incense and the font, 
faces
east, and gives the step and sign of the Horns (hands at brows, fingers 
turned to fists, thumbs hooked upwards as horns of a Goat). All imitate 
him.

The Deacon leads the people in the Profession of Faithlessness.  He says 
each phrase, and the people repeat it with vigor.  He holds the sign of 
the Horns while speaking, and brings his hands out, palms upwards, to 
signify the time to respond.

The Deacon and All the People.  I believe in the power of Cock, the Great 
Beast, and in the Mystery of Erection.

And I believe in the power of Cunt, the Scarlet Woman, and in the Mystery 
of Lubrication.

And I believe in the power of Come, the Fruit of Immortality, and in the 
Mystery of Orgasm.

And I can't believe that I paid good money to come in here and say these 
stupid things.

But I believe in the communion of sinners.

And I confess that every man and every woman is a star.

And I confess that every man and every woman is an animal.

And I confess that I am here right now because my mommy and my daddy did 
the wild thing, at least once in their lives.  (Some other colorful 
phrase, such as "made the nasty", "boinked their brains out", "made the 
sign of the double-humped aardvark", and so on may be substituted at the 
whim of the Deacon.  But it should be humorous rather than disgusting.)

The Deacon and all the People scream or howl three times, 
animalistically, as in pleasure or pain.  The result is cacophonous 
rather than harmonious; each makes their own sound.

Music is now played, of a dance beat or a sinuous melody. The Whore 
enters the temple, swaying as may be appropriate to her profession. She 
faces the Deacon from the space between the two altars.

The Whore. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!

All give her the Finger, the Deacon leading.

The Priestess ascends the steps of the High Altar. She places the Plate 
opposite the Cup. Having adored it, she descends, and moves in a 
serpentine manner involving 3 circles of the temple. (Deosil about altar, 
widdershins about font, deosil about altar and font, widdershins about 
altar and to the Coffin at the back.) She draws her Sword, and pulls down 
the Veil therewith.

The Priestess.  Mister Zombie, this is your wake-up call!  Return to 
life, that you may administer the vices to this Family.

She sheathes the Sword.

The Priest, issuing from the Coffin, holding the Rod erect with both 
hands, right over left, against his breast, takes the first three regular 
steps.

He then gives the Rod to the Priestess, and holds out his hands before 
his chest, staring at them as if befuddled.

He then looks up, and worships the Rod with his right hand in a lewd 
fashion.

Penitential music.

The Priest. I am but an animated corpse.

He takes again the Rod, and lowers it. He rises.

The Priest. How should I be able to administer the vices to this Family?

The Priestess takes the "blood" (some mixture made to resemble blood 
having been previously prepared in a bowl) and the sulphur, and mixes 
them in the font.

The Priestess.  Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & 
with spears.  Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood 
flow to my name.

She returns to the Coffin.  On the Priest, she draws a pentagram, horns 
up, on his forehead, and across his wrist also leaves a slash of "blood".

The Priestess.  May the Priest be drunk with the blood of the saints!

The Priestess takes the censer, and places it on the small altar. She 
puts incense therein.

The Priestess.  My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or 
gold.

She returns West, and makes  with the censer before the Priest, thrice as 
before.

The Priestess.  May the Priest burn with the fires of Hell!

(The Deacon returns the tools as they are done with.)

The Deacon brings the crown from the High Altar.  (It has ten horns, and 
is marked about with various blasphemous names.)

The Priestess.  I saw a Beast emerge from the sea; it had seven heads and 
ten horns, with a Prince's crown on every horn, and its heads were marked 
about with names of blasphemy.

The Deacon now takes the Robe from the High Altar, and brings it to her. 
She clothes the Priest in his Robe of red and violet.

The Priestess.  I saw that the Beast was like a leopard, with paws like a 
bear and a mouth like a lion; the Dragon had invested him with His own 
power and throne and kingdom.

She takes the Rod between her breasts, holding them close together with 
her left arm, and strokes the shaft up and down between them eleven times.

The Priestess.  Who can compare with the Beast?  How could anyone defeat 
him?

All give the Sign of the Horns.

The People. Fucking A!


IV.  Of the Ceremony of the Opening of the Veil


The Priest. Thee therefore whom we adore we also invoke.  By the power of 
the blood-choked Cock!

He raises the Rod. All give the Finger.

A phrase of triumphant music.

The Priestess.  Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before 
the Children of men!

The Priest takes the Priestess by her right hand with his left, keeping 
the Rod raised.

The Priest.  Come here and I will show you the punishment given to the 
famous harlot who rules enthroned beside abundant waters, the one whom 
all the kings of the world have fucked, and who has made all the people 
of the world drunk with the wine of her adultery.

He thrones the Priestess upon the altar. The Deacon follows behind him.

The Priest.  The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and glittered 
with gold and jewels and pearls, and she was holding a gold cup filled 
with the wine of her fuck; on her forehead was written a name, a cryptic 
name: "Babylon the Great, the mother of all the whores and of all the 
arts of love upon the earth".  I saw that she was drunk, drunk with the 
blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus; and when 
I saw her, I was filled with the lust of the dragon.

He tears the clothes from the Priestess and secures her arms to the 
eye-hooks in the super-altar, and (spreading her legs wide) her arms to 
the hooks below the altar.  The clothes, bracelets and anklets must be 
specially made so that these operations are easy and natural.

The Priest.  The waters you saw, beside which the whore was sitting, are 
all the peoples, the populations, the nations and the languages.  But the 
time will come when the ten horns and the beast will turn against the 
prostitute, and strip off her clothes and leave her naked; then they will 
eat her flesh and burn the remains in the fire.

The Priest gives the Rod to the Deacon to hold, and takes the Whip, and 
strikes the Priestess five times: between the breasts, on the arms, and 
on the thighs, hard enough to leave a temporary mark.

The Priest.  Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all 
chaste women be utterly despised among you.

The Priest takes the phial, and soothes each of the Priestess's marks 
with oil or balm.

The Priest.  Also for beauty's sake and love's.

The Deacon replaces the weapons on their respective altars.

The Priest delivers the Fivefold Kiss to the Priestess in silence. He 
kneels for a space in adoration, with joined hands, knuckles closed, 
thumb between index and medius.

He rises, and draws the veil over the whole altar.

All rise and stand to order.

The Priest takes the Rod from the Deacon, and holds it above his head 
with both hands. He circumambulates the Temple three times, followed by 
the Deacon as before. (The Deacon, when not using his hands, keeps his 
arms crossed upon his breast.)

At the last circumambulation the Deacon leaves him, and goes to the place 
between the font and the small altar, where he kneels in adoration, his 
hands clasping his genitals.

All imitate this motion.

The Priest returns to the altar, and mounts the first step.

The Priest. The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire 
at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.  For 
the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard 
at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be 
consumed, and appear infinite & holy whereas it now appears finite & 
corrupt.  This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.  
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man 
as it is, infinite.  For man has closed himself up, till he sees all 
things through narrow chinks of his cavern.

Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but 
as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

The Priestess. Let the Scarlet Woman beware!  If pity and compassion and 
tenderness visit her heart, if she leave my work to toy with old 
sweetnesses, then shall my vengeance be known.  I will slay me her child: 
I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking 
and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die 
cold and an-hungered.

But let her raise herself in pride.  Let her follow me in my way.  Let 
her work the work of wickedness!  Let her kill her heart!  Let her be 
loud and adulterous; Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, 
and let her be shameless before all men!

Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a 
child mightier than all the kings of the earth!  I will fill her with 
joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu, she shall 
achieve Hadit.

The Priest mounts the second step.

The Priest. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is 
joy.  If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one.  If I droop down mine 
head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the 
earth are one.

The Deacon and all rise to their feet, with the sign of the Goat.

The Deacon.  Ye are against the people, O my chosen!
Behold! these be grave mysteries;
for there are also of my friends who be hermits.
Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain;
but in beds of purple,
caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs,
and fire and light in their eyes,
and masses of flaming hair about them;
there shall ye find them.

The Priest mounts the third step.

The PRIEST. The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

The Priestess. One Law for the Lion & Ox is Oppression.

The Priest parts the veil with his Rod.  During the following speech, he 
draws it back.

The Priest. There is a veil; that veil is black.  It is the veil of the 
modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none 
of me.  Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your 
vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will 
reward you here and hereafter.

The Priest presents the Rod, which she kisses eleven times.  Then, 
falling at her cunt, he kisses it, his arms stretched along her torso, 
holding the Rod between his legs.  He remains in this adoration while the 
Deacon intones the collects.

All stand to order, with the Dieu Garde, that is, feet square, hands, 
with linked thumbs, held loosely. This is the universal position when 
standing, unless other direction is given.


V.  Of the Office of the Collects, Which Are Eleven in Number


(The Sun)

The Deacon. Light-bringer, Lucifer, our Sun, you pit of flame around 
which we all revolve, you Hell of fusion fire, light our paths and be 
gentle to our skins, but hide not behind clouds when we drive twenty 
miles to the nude beach, please.

The People. Fucking A.

(The Lord)

The Deacon. Primeval dragon, Satan, lord of pride, named also Pan and 
Priapus, Apep and Typhon, Set and Loki, Ahriman and Maya; giver of 
knowledge, primal trickster, builder of illusion, father of lies, we ask 
you this: make us late to bed and late to rise, so we may be healthy, 
horny and wise.

The People. Fucking A.

(The Moon)

The Deacon. Mirror of magick, Luna, our Moon, lifeless orb of shining 
dust, you whitened sepulcher under which we play in the graveyard and the 
forest, you cyanide light who makes occult patterns to thicken in the 
air, fill our nights with love; oh, and sorry about the footprints and 
stuff.

The People. Fucking A.

(The Lady)

The Deacon. Goddess of witches, Hekati, circle of vanity, called also 
Kundry and Morgaine, Hathor and Diana, Ishtar and Astarte, Morticia and 
Samantha; shape-shifters, magick-makers, knight-seducers, elves of 
wickedness, we ask you this: invigorate our spells and incantations, make 
frenzied our circle dances, and shed enough light so everyone can be 
impressed with our tattoos.

The People. Fucking A.

(The Fiends)

The Deacon. To those who have gone before and tracked up the place, those 
mistresses and masters of magick who veiled not their vices in virtuous 
words, we commemorate thee: Dionysus and Circe and Medea and Orpheus (the 
original talking head); Simon Magus, who knew that Holy Office will 
always be as sound an investment as Real Estate; with Merlin and Mordred 
and Nimue the Fay; with Jeanne-Marie Bouvier or Madame Guyon and 
Catherine Deshayes or La Voisin; and these also, Rabelais, John Milton, 
Johannes Faust, Christopher Marlowe, Gilles de Rais, Wolfgang von Goethe, 
Sir Francis Dashwood, Adam Weisshaupt, William Blake, Alphonse Louis 
Constant, Friedrich Nietzsche, Sir Richard Francis Burton, all of the 
Devil's party even if they knew it not; with these too, Huysmans, 
Baudelaire, Swinburne, Rimbaud, Artaud, and many an overrated bard; 
Charles Godfrey Leland and Margaret Murray and Gerald Gardner, and many 
an Holy Flake; with Anton and Zeena LaVey, who aren't dead yet, but we 
can dream, can't we?; L. Ron Hubbard, who is probably dead now, we think; 
together with these: J. R. "Bob" Dobbs, and Sir Aleister Crowley, known 
as the Humble One, who included himself twice in this list.  Oh Children 
of the Lion and the Snake! with all thy fiends we worthily commemorate 
them worthy that were worthy and are worthy and are worth more worthiness 
to come.

May their Essence be here present, potent, puissant and whatever else 
starts with "P" to perfect this feast!

(At each name the Deacon gives the Finger.)

The People. Fucking A.

(The Earth)

The Deacon. Support of our existence, Gaea, our Earth, whose sun-baked 
sea and surface bubbles with a trillion machines of life of all shapes 
and sizes and colors, we beseech you not to judge us all on the basis of 
one little graphite-cooled reactor in the Ukraine, which we all know now 
was really a stupid mistake; we love you, and it would be nice if you 
could ease up a little on the new diseases.  Thanks.

The People. Fucking A.

(The Principles)

The Deacon. Secret and invisible world, particle islands on a sea of 
quantum foam, whose dance is the shape of Nature; and you also, virtual 
particles, who do not exist but moderate all force; keep up the good 
work, and we promise we won't write any more books about your relation to 
Eastern philosophy.

The People. Fucking A.

(Birth)

The Deacon. To all those who have to push their big, wide heads through a 
muscle that's about an inch across at best under normal conditions, and 
to the unhappy owners of aforesaid muscles as well, we wish you the 
minimum of pain possible in such a grotesque situation; and, kid, we hope 
the world you're dropping into treats you well, but don't count on it.

The People. Fucking A.

(Marriage)

The Deacon. To those who have decided to unite their two lives into one 
seamless and contractually stipulated wholeness, remember that fighting 
can be almost as much fun as that other "F" word.

The People. Fucking A.

The Deacon.  Yeah.  That one.

(Death)

The Deacon. O Thanatos, O Yama, O king-reaper, O you cloaked skeleton 
whose scythe is named Finitude, O Death, O end of our mortal existence: 
be favourable to us in your hour, and remember that some of us never got 
very good at chess and would prefer a nice game of Mah-Jonng if possible.

The People. Fucking A.

(The End)

The Deacon. To those who are dead, may they find that there is something 
beyond that veil, whether it be hell, or heaven, or a new life on earth 
or elsewhere, or time travellers from the forty-third century recording 
their brains into computer programs with really cool graphics and shit; 
and may they not find themselves condemned to haunt their former homes 
for centuries, or to be strapped to flaming wheels for eternity, or to 
have their lives turned into TV docudramas.

The People. Fucking A.

All sit.

The Deacon attends the Priest and Priestess, ready to hold any 
appropriate weapon as may be necessary.


VI.  Of the Consecration of the Elements


The Priest draws a horns-up pentagram over the Plate, using the Rod.

(Note: The Turnip may be, in practice, any dark cookie, cake or wafer.  
But it should be triangular, out of the deep respect for tradition so 
evident throughout this Mass.)

The Priest.  Poison fruit of earth's bowels, clotted growth, waste of 
sunlight, feeder on dung, we love you, for you are just like us!

He touches the Turnip with the Rod.

The Priest.  By this Rod and Serpent's wit:
Be this bread the Dragon's Shit!

He takes the Turnip.

The Priest. The Dragon is everywhere, and that Dragon am I.

He holds the Turnip above his head, turns, shows Turnip to the People.

The Deacon and the People.  Master, save us!

The Priest turns, replaces Turnip, and gives the Horns.  Music.

The Priest draws a horns-up pentagram over the Cup of Fornication, using 
the Rod.

The Priest.  Stalactite drip, running slime of foot-trod grapes, fruit of 
rotted sugars, bacterial waste, we love you, for we are just like you!

He touches the Cup with the Rod.

The Priest.  By this Rod and Serpent's hiss:
Be this wine the Dragon's Piss!

He takes the Cup.

The Priest.  The Dragon loves and hates all that is, in equal measure, 
and that Dragon am I.

He holds the Cup above his head, turns, shows Cup to the People.

The Deacon and the People.  Master, save us!

The Priest turns, replaces Cup, and gives the Horns.  Music.

The Priest.  O Satan, have mercy on our long misery.

He draws a horns-up pentagram on the belly of the Priestess.  The Rod may 
be used, or some make-up pen to leave a visible star.

The Priest.  Accept, O Ba'al of Peor, this sacrifice of life and joy, 
true warrants of the Infernal Pact.

The Priest offers the Rod to the Priestess, who spits upon it three 
times; he then kneels and inserts it between her lower lips, moving it 
back and forth three times, and leaving it within. He then stands and 
flings out his arms upward, as comprehending the whole shrine.

The Priest.  Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!

He closes his hands, kisses or bites the Priestess upon each nipple, and 
makes three great pentagrams (as always, horns up) over the Plate, the 
Cup, and himself.

He strikes his breast. All repeat this action.

The Priest.  Hear ye all, sinners of all times now essentially present, 
that of ye we claim heirship, with ye we claim communion, from ye we 
claim damnation in the name of Chaos.

He makes three pentagrams on Plate and Cup together. He uncovers the Cup, 
gives the Finger, takes the Cup in his left hand and the Turnip in his 
right.

With the Turnip he makes the pentagram on the Cup.

He elevates the Turnip and the Cup.

The Bell strikes.

The Priest.  ZAZAS ZAZAS NASATADNA ZAZAS.

He replaces the Turnip and the Cup.


VII.  Of the Office of the Anthem


The Priest.  Hail Mary, Magdalene,
The Lord is in thee.
Blessed are thou amongst harlots
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Serpens.
Holy Mary, fucker of God,
Pray for us sinners,
Now, and at the moment that we come, AMEN.

The Priestess.  Oh come, all ye faithless,
Joyful and triumphant!
Oh come ye, oh come ye,
And I will be there!

The Chorus. Now we begin to pray: Thou Child,
Holy Thy name and undefiled!
Thy reign is come; Thy will is done.
Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.
Bring us through midnight to the Sun!
Save us from Evil and from Good!
That Thy one crown of all the Ten
Even now and here be ours.  AMEN.

(Any suitably blasphemous verse may be used.  But this shall ever stand 
as the first and silliest of its kind.  Also shall the words be said or 
sung as archly or as campily as may be desired.)


VIII.  Of the Mystic Marriage and Consummation of the Elements


The Priest releases the hands of the Priestess from its bondage.  She 
fucks herself five times with the Rod, and removes it, holding it upright 
in her right hand.

The Priest takes the Plate between the index and medius of the left hand. 
 The Priestess clasps the Cup in her left hand.

The Priest. Sacrifice cattle, little and big; after a child.

He makes cross with Plate and kisses it, then places it in its place on 
the altar, beside the Priestess.

He uncovers the Cup, gives Finger. Music.

He takes the Turnip, and breaks it over the Cup.

He replaces the right-hand portion in the Plate.

He breaks off a particle of the left-hand portion.

The Priest. There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light 
undesired, most desirable.

I am uplifted in thine heart and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon 
thy body.

Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fullness of the inspiration: the 
expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a 
caress of Hell's own worm.

He replaces the left-hand part of the Host.

The Priestess extends the Rod-point with her right hand to receive the
particle.

The Priest clasps the Cup in his right hand.

Together they depress the Rod-point in the Cup.

The Priest and the Priestess. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; 
our delight is all over thee: hail! hail!

The Priest.  prophet of Nu!

The Priestess.  prophet of Had!

The Priest and the Priestess.  prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu!  Now rejoice!  now 
come in our splendour & rapture!  Come in our passionate peace, & write 
sweet words for the Kings!

The Priestess places the Cup between her legs and covers it.

The Priest gives the horns and rises.

He strikes his breast.

The Priest. Expect him not from the East nor from the West, for from no 
expected house cometh that child.

The Priest joins hands upon the breast of the Priestess, and takes back 
his Rod.

He turns to the People, lowers and raises the Rod, and makes the cross 
upon them.

The Priest. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

The People. Love is the law, love under will.

He lowers the Rod, and turns to the altar.

The Priestess takes the Rod in her right hand. With her left hand she 
offers the Plate.

The Priest kneels.

The Priestess. These shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the 
eating thereof!

He takes the Turnip with the right hand, makes cross with it on the 
Plate, and consumes it.

Silence.

The Priestess takes, uncovers, and offers the Cup, as before.

The Priestess. Drink to me, for I love you!  I love you!

He takes the Cup, makes cross on the Priestess, drains it and returns it.

Silence.

He rises, takes the Rod, and turns to the People in the sign of the Horns.

The Priest. There is no part of me that is not of the Dragon.

(Those of the People who intend to communicate, and none other should be 
present, having signified their intention, a whole Turnip, and a whole 
goblet of wine, have been prepared for each one. The Deacon marshals 
them; they advance one by one to the altar. The Priestess takes the 
Elements and offers them. The People communicate as did the Priest, 
uttering the same words in an attitude of the Horns: There is no part of 
me that is not of the Dragon.  In each case, the priestess utters the 
words above when giving, first the Turnip, then the Cup.  Each 
communicant is intructed to first spit in the trash can upon the Bible.)

The PRIEST closes all within the veil. With the Rod he makes the cross on 
the people thrice, thus.

The PRIEST.  The Devil damn you all to Hell.

The Devil enlighten your brains and inflame your hearts and juice your 
naughty bits.

The Devil bring you to the accomplishment of your true Wills, the Great 
Work, the Summum Bonum, True Wisdom and Perfect Happiness.

He goes out, the Deacon following, into the Coffin at the back.

Music. (Voluntary.)

Note. The Priestess never partakes of the Sacrament, she being as it were 
in no state of mind for Mastication.

Note. Certain secret Formulae of this Mass are taught to the Priest in 
his Ordination, or by directing him to the nearest Bookstore.

Note. It would be inappropriate to comment further on an Unofficial 
Ritual of Z.'. Z.'.

Note. This ritual is attributed to V.H. but scholars have not come to 
consensus on the issue of its authorship.