The
magical image of Regulus is that of a Crowned King, seated upon a Winged Lion
with a Star burning at its breast.
The Voice of Regulus
I am the Flame of the First Essence, the
Word that commands, the Voice of Holy Fire. My Voice commands vast armies. My
Word is single, creation and destruction arising as one.
I rule with honor and justice, and virtue is
my Word, potent and noble. I am the very archetype of Royalty from which all
Kings proceed.
I command the very Stars in their
courses, and by my word never a single Star does deviate from its perfection.
My chain of command lies unbroken throughout the aeons.
Primal potency, nobility, and Royalty
arise from your own Divinity. I will cause that voice to arise within you like
a flashing flame. That which is false shall be destroyed by the fires of truth
and justice. I will then arise with you in the Dawn after the bloody night.
Thus the King shall rule, and not the
servant. But your secret glory is to serve – thus shall you be fulfilled, made
radiant, justified, joyous. Ecstasy shall be yours, and Truth, Light,
Understanding – if you but serve.
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