“The Divine Mother is not a woman, nor is she an individual. She is in fact an unknown substance. Any form that she takes disintegrates afterwards – that is love.”
-Samael Aun Weor, The Yellow Book
The song of the Divine Mother is the song of the universe, and the song within our hearts. She is love, and cannot be confined to a form, just as love cannot be confined to a person. Her prayer and her song is:
Be you, O Hadit,
My secret.
The gnostic point of my connection
My heart itself
And bloom on my fertile lips, made Word.
Up above, in the infinite heavens
In the profound heights of the unknown
Is the naked beauty of Nut.
She bends, curves in delightful ecstasy
To receive the kiss of the secret fervor of Hadit.
The winged sphere and the blue of the sky are mine.
O AO KAKOF NA KHONSA
Poetry, music, the beauty of nature, these are the languages of love and of the Divine Mother.
The Dove Song
I hear thy voice, O turtle dove-
The dawn is all aglow-
Weary am I with love, with love,
Oh, whither shall I go?
Not so, O beauteous bird above,
Is joy to me denied…
For I have found my dear, my love,
And I am by his side.
We wander forth, and hand in hand
Through flowery ways we go-
I am the fairest in the land,
For he hath called me so.
From an edition of the Egypcios Kier Tarot
“Every word crystallizes by means of the Tattvas; thus, this is how the present humanity has created its present life (disastrous and terrible): by means of the power of the word. This is why it was impossible for the rooster to be absent from the Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ. The rooster symbolizes the word. When Hadit, our igneous serpent, arrives at the larynx and we receive the degree of the ‘rooster’, then we utter the golden language, and we create as the Gods, with the power of the word.
This is why it is written in our Egyptian ritual:
Be thou, oh Hadit, my secret, the Gnostic mystery of my Being, the central point of my connection, my heart itself, and bloom on my fertile lips, made Verb!”
-Samael Aun Weor, Secret Notes of Guru