Adore the Sun (Liber Resh vel Helios)

The Song of Adoration (Stele Invocation)

Intro

I stand with my arms crossed over my chest.
This is the posture of the one who has died and risen.
I speak these words to remember who I am becoming.

Original

I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
the inspired forth‑speaker of Mentu;
for me unveils the veiled sky,
the self‑slain Ankh‑af‑na‑khonsu
whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O Ra‑Hoor‑Khuit!

Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
supreme and terrible God,
who makest the gods and death
to tremble before Thee:—
I, I adore thee!

Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
to stir me or still me!
Aum! Let it fill me!

The light is mine; its rays consume
me: I have made a secret door
into the House of Ra and Tum,
of Khephra and of Ahathoor.

I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
the prophet Ankh‑af‑na‑khonsu!
By Bes‑na‑Maut my breast I beat;
by wise Ta‑Nech I weave my spell.

Show thy star‑splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O winged snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra‑Hoor‑Khuit!

Interpretation

I carry the sacred center of my own being.
I speak what moves through me.

The hidden sky opens for me.
I willingly let my old self die.
What I say is what I live.
I call out. I welcome.

Your presence, fierce and joyful child —
part of me that plays, rages, and creates without apology.

Complete oneness appears.
No separation between me and light.

I honor the power of your breath —
simple inhale and exhale that moves through me.

This presence is awe‑inspiring.
It is the force that makes everything alive.
You are the source that life and death answer to.
Everything shivers in your presence —
and that shivering is reverence.

Me. This me.
The one breathing, doubting, hoping.
I adore you.

Show yourself as central fire of my life —
sun at the center of my own sky.

Open the path for my spiritual self —
the part of me that knows without being told.

Illuminate my vital, embodied self —
my hunger, my touch, my presence in this room.

The path of my hidden star‑self —
my unique light — moves through me.
Whether it wakes me into action or quiets me into rest,
I receive it.

Let the sound of creation —
the vibration that started everything —
fill every cell of my body.

The light I've been seeking is mine.
Its heat transforms me — burns away what isn't real.

I have built a hidden entrance —
into deeper rooms of myself.

House of rising and setting sun —
cycle of every beginning and every ending.
House of midnight sun — dark rest.
House of joy — bright celebration.

I am your sacred center,
your warrior of will —
holding my own line, fighting no one.

I speak what I see,
having let my false self fall away.

I pound my chest with courage to feel —
in willingness. This opens my heart.

With clear perception, I shape my intention.
I align my words, my will, my body, my breath.

Show me your vast, starry beauty —
infinite space that holds everything,
including my fear, my grief, my joy.

Invite me to live inside your embrace —
let me belong there.

You, spark at the center of every being —
a point of view that is uniquely mine, coiled and ready.

Stay with me, fierce and joyful child,
as my constant companion.

Outro

I lower my arms.
May what I have spoken land in my bones.
May what I have called on walk beside me.

I am here.
(I am here.)

Loui crow

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

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