The magical image of Procyon is that of a Cockerel crowing at a Star and Three Maidens.
The Voice of Procyon
I am the Light that does not sleep, the
Light perpetual, unbroken, and continuous.
I am the Light
of Revelation, ever revealing the unseen. I am the quickening of that Light,
the primal voice of awakening. Mine is the place where sleep is not. Night does
not fall in this place.
I grant access to the inaccessible, and give
the strength to walk upstream through the waters without being overcome by
them. I will make for you a passage to the Light.
I give you strength of will and purity of purpose. I give
you power to transgress boundaries and limitations of all kinds. Always beyond,
ever into subtler and subtler regions will I take you.
You must become utterly lost in order to
find Wisdom, for True Wisdom destroys the known. There will I guide you.
I will take you into the place
unnamable, for to know me is to know Mystery, naked and unadorned.