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Harpo has a minion!

Crowley the Wintersong




Harpo
Legacy Name: Harpo


The Angelic Fester
Owner: Paula_459

Age: 6 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: February 13th, 2018

Adopted: 6 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 13th, 2018


Pet Spotlight Winner
June 17th, 2018

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


All things were alike as shadows sweeping across the still surface of a lake — their images had no meaning for the water, no power to stir its silence.

We were five members of The Order of the Golden Dawn, and it was our tenth day at the Mount Serbal. We had in our hands the Grimoire, found at our first expedition to Egypt. The artifact contained an index of spells, formulas to conjure angels and demons, and astrological correspondences. Furthermore, it also contained a map to the Portal of the Crypts of the Adepts, one of the entrances to the Abyss.

After days in the dunes, the still silhouette of a palace against the sunrise was sighted, still a great distance from our perilous location.

As we approached, we marveled that the architecture of the palace had a highly structured geometrical scheme that in some ways resembled Islamic construction, while in some ways remaining completely unique.

The palace had inscriptions in the large dome, written in symbols of an alphabet never seen before by man. The Grimoire translated it to read “the final resting place of no man”.

By entering the palace we saw a large center courtyard, surrounded by a vast arcade to all sides, a garden and a pool of water in the middle, where swans swam unawares.

The water was red and the tree branches were bare.

We crossed the bottom arcade, which led us to a large hall. The dome ornaments let the sunlight penetrate in thin beams, forming patterns of heavenly rays on the floor. Both sides of the room had tall columns forming a corridor, leading to an altar at the end. On the altar laid a throne, upon which an angelic figure of six wings sat. We knew she was called Harpo, but the Order called her the Guardian of the Abyss.

She didn’t speak with words, but we could feel her presence inside our minds. She was rather the impression of a woman than a woman herself, as much as one could gather. We felt she simply was welcoming us to a path with no return. We knew the terms: we would enter the crypts, but we wouldn’t return as humans, or we wouldn’t get back at all.

She handed us a chalice, where we each shed a single drop of blood. We were then led to the courtyard, where she poured the blood in the water. As soon as we entered the pool, the surroundings disappeared, along with the water, and we found ourselves in an underground room.

From the room, we went down a stone staircase at the crypts, and everything went black. We still remained our conscious selves, but had no body and no senses. I can’t tell how long we remained in this ethereal state; it could have been a second or many years — that's the feeling of eternity.

We were leaving the Crypts and crossing the Abyss. All that was left were intense feelings of stagnation, impotence, solitude, fatigue, and difficulty.

Then we started to loose the sense of ourselves. Everything I was began to break up into a series of impressions that had no relation with each other, or with any other thing. All things had become alike; all impressions were indistinguishable.

Harpo was there. She said:

"Staring into an abyss is an interaction between ego and nothingness, and it calls into question the very existence of ego. To fight yourself is to assume it's real. You must merely know as a fact it doesn't exist at all. That's the embrace of self annihilation."

And, seeing that we were ready, she guided us back into the real world.

As I came to myself, I found myself changed. I knew who I was and all the events of my life; but I no longer made myself the center of their sphere, or their sphere the standard by which I measured the universe.

All things were alike as shadows sweeping across the still surface of a lake — their images had no meaning for the water, no power to stir its silence.

We were back to the arcades. Now the water was crystalline, the trees were bearing fruits, and the swans were angels: in the great hall stood uncountable figures that looked like men with wings. My eyes beheld they who were the Masters, veiled in motionless majesty, shrouded in silence. Each one was exactly like the other.

Harpo then spoke. If she used words or not I couldn’t tell, “You survived the abyss and passed through a total dissolution of the sense of self or ego, which you had hitherto obeyed. You are now no man, for you are Masters. And you are now in my service, which is the service of all mankind.”

We were the first members of The Order of the Golden Dawn to see Harpo and to be at her service. We had left our humanity behind us and became Masters, or Guardian Angels.

Our work is to aid mankind in its evolution. We are the force that directs the subconscious of men to the collective will. Guardian Angels organize the disorganized part of personality that knows no judgments of value: no good and evil, no morality, and that acts according to the principle of pleasure. And that's how we incite them to become better men.

Meanwhile Harpo remains at the palace as the ruler of all Guardian Angels and the Abyss keeper. She's the destroyer of the ego, trapping souls and rescuing those destined for something greater. Her ambiguous nature reflects the nature of the Abyss: for everyone who wants to raise their soul must first cross Hell and survive.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

- Friedrich Nietzsche


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