As much as my feelings on old Al Crowley seem to rest at a comfortable love/hate, the bastard sure could write. He also came up with many useful templates for crafting one’s own spells and incantations, although it sometimes seems these truly profound accomplishments of his get ignored in favor of the more extreme sensory experiences of elaborate ritual pageantry.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just that a few well chosen words well-mastered can be just as powerful and without all the expenses and planning. That said, getting comfortable with your own expressions is a hell of a challenge and in hopes of inspiring some of you out there to write your own magic (or use someone else’s template,) I am sharing my own dedication to Kali Ma modeled after Crowley’s instructions in Liber Astarte for crafting a dedication to align oneself with a deity.
This practice is not necessarily devotionalism. It can be, but it can also simply be something akin to tuning an instrument. Once you really have a grasp on the personality you are tuning in to it becomes easy to dial that force back up again from then on. Rinse and repeat until the ability to differentiate one subtle force from another has been developed.
Without further adieu, Liber Kali by Reverend Janglebones.
I plead unto to thee, most terrible Kali
Lend me thy grace and shine thy bright darkness
That I may dissolve at thy lotus feet
OM MA (x3
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Hail demonslayer, great Goddess of black
My skull and my sword, they are yours to your service
Until your great tongue takes them back
OM KRIM KALI (x3)
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Grandmother weaver, from whom all is born
You could blink but your eye and erase every form
You could cease but your laughter and freeze time in stone
And in you, not ever, has a soul been alone
OM KALI MA (x3)
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Oh mighty and merciful Kali,
Without whose darkness there could be not the stars
Without whose thirst for destroying illusions
Without whose ecstatic emancipation I would be
Forever bound and found-less
OM KLIM KALIKAYAI NAMAHA (x3)
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Did you not confer to me a compact
When I thought none I could accept, surely?
Until the shape of fate laid prone before me
From birth unto death
Shone the one single thing I’d regret if my breath
Shortened early
OM SRI MAHA KALIKAYAI NAMAHA (x3)
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Always do you see me, never falling for my charms
Reflecting as a confidante the profundity of my folly
Marking out ahead of me the tripwires of desire
And chivalrously sounding the alarms
OM HRIM SHRIM KLIM ADYA
KALIKA PARAM ESHWARI SWAHA (x3)
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Hail She of shameless night, bare-breasted in Her glory
Whose nectar from the deepest rose bestows memento mori
I would drink of your sap and collapse in your Shakti
I would nap in the lap of the Goddess Kali
OM MAHA KALYAI
CA VIDMAHE SMASANA
VASINYAI CA DHIMAHI
TANNO KALI PRACHODAYAT (x3)
Reverend Janglebones 