Armenian Royalty

[lovemexico]

(This introduction to Armenian Royalty, was written by an Armenian-American women

living in L.A. who specializing in teaching people about the Armenian Gods. She calls herself a Priestess of Nar, and is very intelligent and dedicated to what the House of Ber calls a new golden age for Armenia. I think some of the articles on this King's site are very interesting. He has a way of bringing out the bold, strong personality of his ancestors and still retain the sublime insight and subltel humour that the old royals in

Armenia is noted for. Noted that the communists drove Jack Bersson out in 1918 who move to the Bronx, New York. They insist they still hold dear all the ancient traditions of the Royal Houses of Armenia. Anyway, I thought this might be of interest to Armenians who during the time of communist occupation would of been imprisoned just for a simple postcard to King Jack Bersson. His grandson carries on the forgotten ceremonies of Ar, Tir and the other Gods with or without acceptance by the commonweal Government in Armenia.)

 

 

 

 

Let all Armenians return to the ancient Armenian Gods

 

 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

 

 

This goal has been sought since the dawn of mankind's understanding. In the perfect consciousness of Self is all power over ones environment: to change the world - to transform ones self - to make a supreme offering to the Universe. Yet this process of introspection cannot occur in a vacuum. In order to evolve, one must place ones self in an environment conducive to growth. Thus, nations have arisen, whose schools claim to offer the sufficient education to understand ones place in the world, and whose legislature and military claim to offer sufficient freedom for man to realize his full potential.

 

They lie.

Return to the ancient Armenian Gods.

 

It is not the intention of any nation to encourage any citizen to achieve his full potential. For if he were to do so, that citizen would know freedom beyond the laws made by man, and know the power to break free from them. They won't help you. How could they? It would destroy them. Thus, religions have arisen, claiming to offer men admittance to the presence of the Divine through the institutions of the church, and claiming to offer individuals the means to comprehend their full potential.

 

 

 

They lie.

Return to the ancient Armenian Gods.

 

It is not the intention of any organized religion to help mankind achieve their full potential. For to do so would expose the reality that all nations, all cultures, and all peoples are already realizing that Divinity can be found within Man. This would destroy the churches from within; to expose the reality that man needs no being, force or entity to be saved, except that which is, and was, already within him.

 

They won't help you. How could they? It would destroy them. Who has forbidden to you sex? which is the key to the bliss of understanding one's self, as well as the means to the power to create? Who has forbidden to you drugs? which can open new ways of thought, and bring unknown insights to the structure of the mind? Who has forbidden to you Magick? the means to develop and bring to light the untapped potential of man's powers?

 

Self knowledge is usually hindered by solitude (for aren't others both a model of ourselves, as well as a means of seeing a reflection of ourselves directly?), and yet what else is there for the seeker of Truth, when he realizes he is thusly surrounded by enemies?

 

Dedicated to the emancipation of Man, the King David of the House of Ber of the Kingdom of Armenia has arisen to offer men and women with the courage to seek their true potential the freedom to do so, and access to the guidance of others who have shared a similar path.

 

We will not do this Work for you. No one can. But a community of true elites wherein the bindings of taboo have been cast aside has clandestinely arisen and elevated itself from the lumbering of the herd mentality. The wisdom of a Royal Family who never sold out to the communists nor hostile special interests greets and salutes the Armenian people as their true King We offer the superior freedom and absence of restriction that no Republic nor Democracy can give. We state that freedom is a spiritual state within and once attained, no Government can take it away from you for you have returned to the original spiritual of Ar and the Gods, which we graciously name the company of Heaven. This freedom, this wisdom, these pleasures are here... for those who are worthy.

 

We are direct descendants of King Ber the Bold, the most valient and great of all Armenian Kings, a man who tried to stop the occupation and invasion of the most vicious and evil of all our enemies. Truly, King Ber the Bold is a signature of a true elite who tried to keep the religious beliefs of his Family, only to be blinded by red hot iron by the evil King Abbas. King Ber the Bold is a monument and symbol of our true spiritual hertiage, which was soiled by the coming of the evil christian priests.

 

Yes, let all Armenians return to the ancient Armenian Gods and adhere to a spiritual understanding of our true culture, which the evils of christianity are but a pale reflection in muddy waters.

 

Let us return to the ancient Armenian Gods.

 

For the King's website go to:

http://www.castletower.org/historyber.html

(and click on the family crest)

 

 

Love is the law, love under will

[gamavor]

http://armenians.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=673&hl=

 

 

Have fun!

[Arpa]

 

What a waste!!!

All this genius for naught. If we only could harness all this genius, put together the minds of Bersson, Gurdjiev, Rushduny, and a host of other modern day gurus, no never mind the minds, If we could put their collective muscles together, send them to Yerevan and have them sweep the streets, or dig ditches of sanitation, what a difference would that make! Yerevan would be the touristic mecca of the world.

 

Could the address below that appears at the end of Bersson's web page be that of the Pennsylvania Dept. of Mental Hygiene!!! :)

 

David Bersson

P.O. Box 59326

Pittsburgh, PA 15210

USA

 

Finally, does not this thread belong in the humor section??

[Boghos]

It is a pity that Peter Sellers is no longer among us. That would have been a good script after The Mouse That Roars...

[KnightOfArmenia]

We are direct descendants of King Ber the Bold, the most valient and great of all Armenian Kings

 

Is this serious?

 

The date as 937 A.D.; by the 400s, Armenia was completely Christianized, with the pagan elements having been wiped out in the time of Grigor the Illuminator (that is the name history has given him, and I'm not going to call him something like "the Deluminator"). And it shows the completely wrong flag, as well; that is the banner of the Artashesians, whose dynasty ended in about 1 AD. In 937, it was the Bagratunis that ruled Armenia (the Kingdom of Ani).

 

Christ, what's the point... Return to the ancient Armenian gods? Ten bucks says this... person... can't name five of them.

[Sip]

Is this serious?

What? You DARE to doubt the "Priestess of Nar"? That's blaspheme

[gamavor]

I want to see a picture of her and then ONLY then I will make my mind!!!

[lovemexico]

(I'm contribing this article written by this lineage. He wrote this for a newspaper

reporter who asked him for information on the Gods and the old religion.

Apparently. the newspaper reporter was surprised he didn't name Gods and such but

went on and on about what his Grandfather had told him. If he making it all up, he

certainly is the most clever person, I've ever seen since he's written nearly 100 articles

on various aspects of the old religion. All with a strange logic, philosopy, mysticism and

system of Government that it difficult to trace in official history books. I found his honesty

very refreshing. He claims he's creating a world wide community of his Royal Court and

actively bringing back the ancient Armenian civilization. How could this be? He's doing the

impossible?????)

 

 

 

 

Ancient Armenian Aspirations

 

Written by David Bersson

 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

 

For those who know me, they know I truly exist for the return of the Gods. They have learned to respect what they once were suspicious of, and found a new respect and way of life.

 

I write this for those who are interested in how I came about to the present path of aspirations. I write this at the request for a friend who has asked me to explain the "old religion and the Gods" in my own words. Of course, he didn't realize to do this I must start at the beginning an explanation that shows the very process of succession. For in order to have known what I know now, I must elaborate carefully on not only the magick that was revealed to me, but the very technique of teachings.

 

I do not know the year it was, but I was eleven years old and I had gone to the house in the mountains where our yearly family reunions took place. I remember that my Grandfather wanted me to stay at the House that day, and have company and conversation with him.

 

My Grandfather was a clever and intelligent man who was liked in the village. He spoke whatever tongue he was addressed in and had traveled much in his youth to seek fortunes and adventures in many lands.

 

"What does your mother tell you of God, boy?", he inquired. The lecture, I should call it, consisted of an important legend, a test to see if I was worthy to be the heir to the family's secrets and the beginning of a greater understanding of symbolism.

 

Remember that with mystics, the symbol must always be understood completely, be consecrated completely, and it's proper use known and balanced within one's being. Also, at the time of receiving all this aranca I was a young boy who took the legend of the lion as "carved in stone" truth. I do not know that my Grandfather believed it all himself. The real point was to emphasize certain important truths about how animal energy manifests as a basis for a God in the soul of the mystic. The lion is a symbol that coverts to energy in a magical rite. This energy has a special effect on the sub-conscious aggressive behavior of the aristocrat. The legend itself is a lesson on ecology, an understanding of our relationship to the animal kingdom, an explanation of how man makes use of the tools of symbolism to bring about a greater sense of pride and strength. Above all, it shows you the time proven methods of story telling as a mode of teaching that has survived for preliminary understanding of the Gods. This began a careful conversation about his status of religion and how to perceive others that saw God in many ways. The sum of the conversation was to make me proud of our family, and to remember that no one could be really trusted until they had given some type of sign of sincerity.

 

Well, I mumbled in confusion to this question that she hadn't really brought up the subject. At the time, I was a boy and saw my mother as simply the women who was always dressed up and always fussing about with her society friends. I kept my distance and tried to stay out of her way. She seemed a nervous and angry women that had been rejected and disappointed and ignored by my father, who had his own affairs to tend to. I know now, that she was simply a whore to be bred, given all those luxuries she took to be life's true accomplishments. She duly received the type of life where her only real care after her children were born, was a life to pursue the usual frolic that the profane take for a successful life. She never had to work a day from the moment she married my father. She had a home, much wealth and all the connections she could ever dare hope for in the way of society and a social life. In terms of spiritual manifestation, she simply did not care. She was permitted to gaze at her gold frame mirror and live the fantasy of her perception of an elite. This ironic arrangement occurs occasionally in a family of tradition where we are considering the consequences of heir ship. She fulfilled her part of the contract and bred random children for purposes of a heir and was rewarded by wealth. She showed no signs of being worthy of our brand of aristocracy, so she was given information on a need to know basis. She lived her remaining days in absolute luxury thinking she had taken that thoughtless husband, and his family for a dandy sum of revenge. Although I left her presence at the earliest opportunity, I remember wishing that she had had what it took to be the Queen rather than the convenient whore who was bred for the purposes of producing a heir. (Enough words on the old slut, let me continue...)

 

Well, my Grandfather continued his information with an offer to show me an ancient sword that he kept in a large suitcase under the bed in the master bedroom. The sword was an Armenian war sword of unknown age with a lion's head and much elaborate design. It was wrapped in gold silk. He unwrapped it carefully placed in carefully in my little hand and told me to grasp it firmly. "Now close your eyes and try to drink the energy of the sword like it was the finest cold water from the cleanest stream." It was an easy meditation to accomplish and I felt cool water spreading through my being. He continued. "Now close your eyes again, and tell me what you see in your minds eye". I did so but did not speak. He sounded a bit impatient now. "Well, did you see anything, or not"? I told my Grandfather that I had seen a group of warriors riding on lions going to battle. With this he openly showed shock and surprise. He really sounds impatient now. "What, what else did you see?" The look in his face was open shock that I had seen something that was important. I felt I was in trouble. "Nothing, just what I said", I replied meekly, and not knowing if I was in trouble with my Grandfather.

 

My Grandfather was silent and tears rolled down his face. He wiped them off and I saw him concentrate and pull himself together. "Hope is a troop of soldiers that die in expectation of the proper leadership." I started to ask him what he meant by this but he had already started the legend which was to be my first lecture on the information needed for the succession. For the succession meant an entire civilization was concentrated in the soul of the Prince, ready to spring forth when we arose again into physical worlds.

 

His words:

 

I speak to you now in a manner that you shall leap forth into manhood with a wisdom that is thought dead. In the dawn of man, before the Gods walked among men the animals of the earth balanced prey with predator, and the territories were delegated by the fit and the strong, be it man or beast. As the population of man grew he created cities which were more as storage tents of food to the greater animals of prey than secure habitations. Later on in Armenia the Castle was used to resolve this equation, but man took his time to learn the boldness of the aggressive spirit of other creatures, and was surrounded many times, by many breeds of beast. Of these many beasts which preyed on the growing population of our people, there was the attack of animals that were so strong against man that they were thought magical. Of the species of animal there was a breed of lion that would quietly surround the village and stay guard upon there store of food, being us.

 

In Armenia, before the Castles protected us against such horrors, there arose from the forest a species of lion in our ancestor's city of origin. This city was a village of fair fields and patient hunters. Yet this area was isolated in such a manner that the dwellers found themselves surrounded by these magick cats. "The cats are trying to destroy the human race", the people cried, not knowing anymore of any humans anywhere else. The cats were so bold they entered the city and took away people whenever they wanted. This went on for a long time. One strange day something of a miracle occurred. One of the mother cats had left a kitten on the doorstep of a boy who was told to take care of it, for it was taken as a sign that the cats had decided on a truce. The boy raised the cat and rode him like a horse. Moreover, the elemental energy of the lion was so strong that the boy began to reclaim a hidden, inner strength that made him take command and become the King. He developed the force as a symbol so others in his family could be as he had become, a beast who was a man who was a King. Later they found, that in other animals, like the horse, the elemental energy would not be give the same effects. For the lion's energy as a companion gave the boy king deep visions and splendid dreams, while the horse when used with the self same formula would make a boy have terrible dreams. So the boy who took the magick kitten, and raised him rode the lion into battle and began to evoke a Kingdom where the signature of the leadership became the magical force of the Kingdom. He created bands of warriors that destroyed the first human invaders to the city, by riding giant cats into battle and striking fear into the hearts of the enemy. So it was the lion became the symbol of the aristocratic warrior spirit of our court.

 

Now here is a shock for you. These magick lions of legend brought me here to this very village. For this House is the House in the village of Hunter in the Cats-kill mountains.(1) They attacked this area nearly a century ago. I am here as a descendant of that young boy who was given that kitten. They seem to have vanished again here as they did so many centuries ago. I have searched the forest here to no avail. They are gone from here now. Now these lions of legend may be real so this is what you are to look for.

 

1. The lions have a long tongue

2. They have hair in places and abundance that other species do not

3. They stand upright at times to see their prey

4. They survive extreme cold or heat

5.When raised as kittens you can ride them like horses and they fight along your side.

6. The elemental energy from these lions is strong and will give you visions.

 

The lecture ended, and many more lessons of magick and kings were imparted to me in such a way they delighted my spirit and increased my zeal.

 

This was the beginning of my instruction that led to my present understanding on the system of mystical Government that we still name today, the Kingdom of Armenia.

 

Love is the law, love under will

 

(1)My research on where and when this cat attack occurred has turned up nothing. I think my Grandfather heard of this in New York City, and the story was given to him blown out of proportion. The Catskills, in upstate NY got its name from the old Dutch 'Kattaskill' which meant "Land of Streams and Cats", and there were once lots of mountain lion there, but its generally thought they have all disappeared. Sightings of them there are usually thought to be really Coyote. There are constantly reports that mountain lions are back in the Catskills, but none have been substantiated.

[Stormig]

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law...

Hmmmmmm, that smells of inspiration from Alastair Crowley for me...

[KnightOfArmenia]

3. They stand upright at times to see their prey

 

That's BEARS, you ignoramus!

[KnightOfArmenia]

And I love how this "Bersson" did not even do enough research into our culture to know that we don't use the word "son." Christ, I mean, he just uses the Nordic method of adding "son" after the name of the father, without even bothering to learn that in Armenian it's "ian." Idiot!

 

Does he really think anyone is stupid enough to go along, thinking "wow! He says he is our king! He must be right! Let's all follow him and give him the leadership of our nation!"?

[lovemexico]

(I agree that this David Bersson has studied Aleister Crowley and many other sorcerers.

That his name does not end with "ian" and ends with son is no argument. Anyway,

here is why he is apparently in Pittsburgh, the Steel City. By the way, his plans are

infinitely more extensive than Armenia. He's bringing this system of God worship

all over the world. Pehaps to plan a migration or war? I don't know. This ritual that is on

his website is very interesting. Here it is...)

 

The Calling of Vahagan, the Armenian God of metal & fire

 

 

In the Name of the mighty and terrible one whose wife is Astghik, the Goddess of eternal love do I raise this sacred Hammer in homage to the sublime and powerful Gods who dwell in our sacred Mountain.

 

Hear me, Vahagan, whose blood is of molten metal, whose eyes are glowing steel balls of pure wisdom, whose fingers are the steel that rip the flesh of the heathen, awaken and know the I have arrived in the city that is sacred to your Name, and here I shall build a House where your metal shall protect the Priesthood against the unworthy who would blaspheme the Name of your wife and play mockery upon Our Priesthood.

 

Hear me, Vahagan and remember the war of King T'rdat who came with Roman Legions to do

battle for your Temple.

 

Hear me, Vahagan, and remember the war of King Ber with the heathen King Abbas.

 

We shall never forsake nor convert from our Gods, Vahagan! Vahagan! Vahagan! Come forth and know the ages have not quit Thy worship. Vahagan! Vahagan! Vahagan! Vahagan!

 

Behold, your incense is the smoke of the ancient Volcanoes of Armenia, Thy Priests

are the blacksmiths of the world, and your Name is held sacred for the weapons that have been created to protect us against the heathen Caliph and the cult of the dead man who built

weak thrones of wood that are broken by your Hammer of Steel.

 

Awaken, and live within me, Vahagan whose Throne is of steel that cannot be destroyed and

sits eternal in the secret place in the sacred Temple of our Holy Mountain. Blessed be Thy strength and wisdom.

 

Let me invoke you, O Vahagan, and let my eyes be awakened to your strength and wisdom.

Yea, I invoke Thee, O Vahagan that my blood shall be as yours, burning with the strength of Thy life force.

 

Behold, this city has become sacred to your Name and its maidens who seeketh love marry the blacksmiths, and repeat on earth the Sacred Marriage which bringeth forth the conquering child of Ar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Behold, Vahagan, I wear the apron of Thy Priesthood and its Sigil manifests Thy force as protection against our enemies.

 

I invoke, Vahagan, arise within Me and let my dwelling place be protected and sacred.

I invoke Thee, Vahagan, awaken within me tbat I may be like you are, who guardeth the

House of Ber from the soil of the profane eye.

 

O, Vahagan, you are the Guardian of the Royal Houses of Armenia whose sword hath metal sacred to Thee, whose wine is of molten rock, whose incense is of the volcano, whose Shield is

of the finest steel, and who raged through war so that our enemies are torn by the vengeance of our lust.

 

O, Vahagan, you are the immortal warrior whose skin cannot be pierced, and whose body is the Guardian of my House.

 

Behold, Vahagan, I live in this city where your incense was burnt strongly by the blacksmiths.

Look with favor upon me, O Vahagan, for I live in a city that radiates your Holy Name.

 

Behold, Vahagan, we are the family that does forsake you. Behold, Vahagan, we have manifested

Ashtishat as a wreath of fresh flowers upon Thy altar.

[KnightOfArmenia]

Hahahahaha!

 

Oh, how could I ever doubt "Bersson"? Such a classical Armenian name, such a realistic ritual... I'm sure that he MEANT to mispronounced the name of the old god Vahagn!

 

Oh, I'm a convert! I now call myself the Grand Poobah of the Nutjob!

[lovemexico]

dear Knight of Armenia

If you had bothered to read his essays, he explains how his

name originated from the Sumerian language. Say, no one's

asking you to buy his royalty. But your not upsetting his apple

cart by not agreeing with him. I find the entire situation very

worthy of interest. While I'm not a spokesman for their Royal

Family, I do like the idea of the Armenian Gods to be worshiped

somewhere. Some things in his essays I agree with, some I don't.

I do agree that the idea of the Kingdom of Armenia hasn't occured to

many politically minded people and I thought it would intrigue some

interesting discussion.

 

I especially like the ceremony of Astghik and Ar which he has

given publicly. You're remarks aren't going to get rid of this King, by the

way, he has a lot of people throughout the world who do all these rituals

he's presented.

 

Say, Knight man!! Why don't you write him and tell him what you think of

him if you think he's so full of jumbo?

His e-mail address is:

armeniansforthekingdom@castletower.org

 

 

Good luck to you, knight man! You're a very funny fellow. LOL

Love,

Harry

[KnightOfArmenia]

I know he has a lot of people! I'm one of them! Grand Poobah, remember? It was the title given to be my Slkjoiwu, the grand god of iced tea!

[lovemexico]

dear knight man

Say, knight man. you're sure pack of jests. Don't you know you

could make a bundle as a professional comedian?

 

 

I don't know if you've seen the Robin Williams movie, Insomnia but

the girl that laughs at Robin Williams reminds me of the consequences

of fellows like you. Maybe you should see how your fine laughter is appreciated

by that old favorite, Robin Williams. Such fame and fate could be yours, old pal!

 

Humour such as yours should be richly rewarded in a similiar manner. LOL

 

Forget ice tea, kid. I need a real drink...

 

Love,

Harry

[KnightOfArmenia]

Drink? Taste not the brew, for the gods forbid it! Vahagan the Fat demands only the finest liquid jello to be consumed by his followers! Jest not, for Astghik the Humorless commands all her followers to frown, and worship the Icelandic-spelled-Sumerian-named-descendent-of-Armenian-royalty that is Bersson the Gassy, lord of flatulence!

[lovemexico]

(This ceremony is one many that the House of Ber has given the world. Since someone

has just written my private e-mail telling me it's best to simply ignore the knight of Armenia

on this message board and give some of these rituals they've given, I decided to give this one.

A careful study of this, and other essays from this King prove that the communists, the Turks, the

Christians, all stripped the true culture of Armenia of its true traditions, being the Gods.

Oh well, you'll always one fellow like that "knight of Armenia" who cannot understand what is

going to be important. Priorities in politics and religion must be intelligently developed by careful

meditation, and people who mock our ancient culture contradict themselves, since they mock their

very ancestors. Oh well, this fellow intelligence level seems extremely low, and is more than

likely an Armenian teenager with would-be Communistic leanings. What other type of Armenian be so immature and asinine to mock the Gods of ancient Armenia? I truly question this

young fellow's motives.)

 

Armenian Ritual awakening of Tir, the God of Wisdom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Awaken, O Tir who dwelleth beyond the abyss of reason, whose God-Force is not questioned in the blasphemy of all gods of men.

 

Awaken, O Tir, thou God of Wisdom whose magick makes sweet words for the Kings.

 

Awaken, O Tir, thou Great One who giveth the world geometry and changeth the spoken word to numbers infinite.

 

Thee, Thee, Thee I invoke, Tir, whose wisdom is beyond understanding and poetry beyond reason.

 

O Great One, My God of Wisdom whose magical force dances like wild currents of fire through the consiousness of my inspiration.

 

Hear Thou me, O Tir. Inspire me to speak the wisdom of the company of the Gods. That You will awaken within me making my tongue dance with divine inspirations.

 

I invoke Thee, wisdom-crowned Tir that I may know the secret hidden mysteries of Thy creation, and erupt forth divine Holiness upon the papyrus of my choosing.

 

Blessing and Praise be to Thee, Tir. Give me Thy Wisdom so I may teach my children to be brave and good.

 

I invoke Thee, Tir, live within me that I may awaken divine inspirations with my will forth.

 

Thee, Thee, Thee I invoke Tir, I am Thy Priest(ess) who calls you forth within my being and awaken the wisdom of the ages.

 

(Here the God Tir, speaks as His force has accumulated sufficiently to awaken)

 

I am He, the star fire of aspiration assimilated into pure number. Paint my seal upon the numbers of the day and let not thy imagination rend the purity of My thought.

 

I am Tir, the energy called poetic inspiration whose life invisible hath brought forth a fresh communication from the blood stream of life.

 

Therefore I am the God of Wisdom, I am beyond reason for I am drunk upon the wine of the supernals.

 

Hear Thou Me, I give all one great gift that cannot be reached and two banquets that ever thou shall long for. The one gift is inspiration beyond the sane and the two banquets are the dissolution of duality into the constant hunger of the infinite.

 

Call Me, Tir, and let humanity not bathe in the stagnate pools of satisfaction but dive forth into the milky oceans of the abyss of stars that experience might be infinite and pleasure constant. Verily, this is my message to men that infinite number is infinite experience therefore multiply thyself into the ecstasy of the infinite.

 

 

(At this point in the Ritual there is a dramatic pause. Three knocks with the hilt of the blade are given and the God blends into the depths of the Priest or Priestesses being awaiting His instrument to go forth to explore the universe as Commanded by the God.)

[lovemexico]

(Here is the ritual of Ar which I have tried myself. It is, in my opinion a beautiful piece of

art)

 

 

 

 

The Armenian Consecration unto Ar

 

 

(Face East, with sword and shield on Altar. A red robe of scarlet silk should be worn with an embroidered emblem of the Sun in the center of the breast.)

 

Praise be Ar, the mighty and terrible who dwelleth in the Mansions of Light, ever majestic and clothed with Sun-Fire.

 

Behold, I am Thy son Tork Angegh in His secret Name who Sits majestic upon thy Throne.

 

My wife is Nar who poureth forth the waters of Her skylight to consecrate the stranger who cometh forth as a Messenger of the Gods.

 

Hear me, and make all spirits obedient unto me for I cometh forth as a member of the company of the Gods whose dwelling place is the House of Ber.

 

Hear me, Nu is my refugee and Hadit is my light and I am the force and vigour of your arms.

 

Thee, thee I invoke O Ar who rideth upon the beast lion of royalty to manifest upon the earth who shall judge and prepare to be judged.

 

I invoke Thee, I am thy priest and son. Let my soul blaze forth like a living Sun of spiritual fire that I may transform this Light into the magick that shall heal or destroy, as I will.

 

I invoke Thee, Ar, the mighty and majestic. I am the Sun Lord of the Priests of Armenia who goeth forth with courage as my armour and success as my proof.

 

Thee, thee I invoke the God who has seen favour in my Family. You have enlightened us with quick and steadfast will.

 

Hail to Ar, the all powerful who is strong and good. Protect my Family from harm from the heathen and give me power to goeth forth with the Sword of Vengeance.

 

Hail to Ar, you have given Thy secret number and the number of my Priestess. I invoke Thee Ar, you have shown me the face of my ancestors and have given wisdom to stamp down the wretched and the weak.

 

Hail to Thee Ar, I knoweth the Name of Thy Twin and I knoweth Thy secret Name, therefore come forth and awaken within me as a blazing Sun that I may raise the sword of my breeding and consecrate the Seal that nameth the force of my Nation.

 

(Here the King consecrates the Shield, and raises sword. The Priest-King is now the God speaking.)

 

Behold, I am He who cometh forth from the core of the Sun to do battle with the dark ones who have kissed the feet of Sin.

 

Behold, I am He who comet forth from the Sun-Fire of creations ravishing the world with lashes of my war scream.

 

I am He who hath thrust forth my spear into the bowels of the (here name your enemies), accursed be there creeds. Hear me, I push them and confuse them with my blinding light.

 

I have come forth to blind the enemy with my Light and to create a Fortress that shall shine upon my Sacred House. Therefore I am the Twin God of Light whose beareth the flaming sword and the Shield that cannot be pierced.

 

Behold, the Light is within Me. I go forth upon my course as a Flaming Star.

 

(It is very important to note that when this invocation is done after the Banishing you should use a chosen License to Depart. Raise your arms in the Sign of Ar Triumphant and say these words, "Let the evil ones be cast away!!". Remember such a powerful invocation attracts lower forces who might spy on you or taunt you as ghosts so you send them away by willing them away. You close the morning Temple by saying "I am always Unto Thee" and twist the switches of your lamps leaving the Temple in darkness. For it is you who now carry the Light within.

[lovemexico]

I was going to copy and paste the Astghik ritual but it wouldn't of included

the lovely painting of the Goddess, here's the URL;

http://www.castletower.org/love-Goddess.html

 

 

Here is a letter from Lucy Arian, Royal Priestess of Nar, to Karpis, who

I believe is very high up in the House of Ber Hierarchy. Lucy has dedicated her

life to the return of the Armenian Gods for the world. She is a kind and good women,

who has written very deep poetry on the Gooodess Nar. Her photo is on this page...

http://www.castletower.org/lucy.html

[KnightOfArmenia]

I hope you're happy! Now you've gone and hurt my feelings! I don't know what to do anymore!

[lovemexico]

(Here is an interesting ceremony that comes from those Armenian royals, note

the reference to King Ber. I find such Oaths to be of interest to any who are interested

in this lineage. Note in history that King Ber and King Abbas were bitter enemies. King

Ber seems to the last pagan Monarch to actually make war. This war, of course, resulted

in the lost of many of King Ber's warriors, he was blinded by red hot iron and King Abbas

went on to think he had won. This ritual Oath seems to be an attempt by these royals

to hold on to what they had. To keep the faith and tradition of the old ways. I think intelligent Armenians will find the implications of the contents and existence of such an Oath most thought

provoking, indeed. )

 

 

 

 

The Armenian Ritual Oath of Royalty

 

 

 

Flow, flow enchantment of a force,

sparkle shade of song.

Let this magick takes its course,

I'll grasp that sword that poets long,

Open, open the magick door, the magick sword, hidden no more. through the door my hand doth search,

O, I grasp that magick sword,

from that altar made of birch,

Now I cry the sacred word,

(Thelema is vibrated here)

I have brought back the sword of vacancy,

so that men might yet be free.

And fill that gap which pains them so,

but first the power I invoke within,

that my magick will surely grow,

of the ancient sorcerers I am kin.

To fill that gap within my soul,

to undo the evil is my goal.

 

And awaken magick on the earth,

myself as magick child I give birth.

I hold this sword with blackened tip,

I hold it up with steadfast grip,

I awaken its force to increase my power,

let all weak fools beware and cower.

for what I hold within my hand,

shall be felt throughout the land,

beware and tremble, I have arisen,

I have awakened the power and escaped from the prison,

 

flow, flow, flow, enchantment of a force,

sparkle shade of song,

for this sword I hold within my hand,

makes me ruler of every land,

I have returned the magick to my soul,

let the world know my secret goal.

for I have returned to the magick and all the power returns,

Hear me, for within my soul the ancient power burns.

the sword of King Abbas is mine at last,

and the evil he doth bestow upon King Ber long past,

Abbas took the sight of magick and royalty,

King Ber's eyes burned, he could not see.

and now the power returns within me.

And now I raise the sword and bring the Kingdom back,

and all the magick that life doth lack.

yea, I invoke the force of royalty,

like the volcano doth it arise within me,

 

and now upon my sacred Throne and seat,

I arise against the false elite.

 

I take back the power a thousand fold,

and take back my treasure of jewels and gold,

 

and I swear this Oath to Gods and men,

that my will forth shalt not bend.

 

I invoke this force, I invoke this hour,

let my soul awake with sacred power.

[lovemexico]

(I thought I'd post this banishing ritual which is apparently what this King believes

will clean your soul. Scholars of mysticism should note how they have placed

definite correspondence with Armenian Gods in the four quarters of the Temple.

For instance, fire, air, earth and water can easily correspond to these four Gods.

I don't think such an arrangement has even been presented with such precise

forethought. I think Armenians would benefit from a study on the relationship between

the Gods in terms of occult symbolism. Those who have studied Karl Jung, I might add,

will see these archetype symbols presented scientificly, in MAN AND HIS SYMBOLS,

and a careful study of this book will give one further insight into the power of ancient

symbol.)

 

 

 

Banishing Ritual

 

 

(This ritual shall be done every morning after the Holy Bath whereas the Priest or Priestess shall robe and be armed with a sharp sword to trace the holy sigil. )

 

Hear thou me, let the Gods cluster to exalt He who Sits upon the Throne of the Sun God, for I am Divine aristocrat in the royal family of the Gods.

 

Tracing the sigil that is secret and swirling at each quarter and recite...

 

East... I command thee my protection in the eastern quarter, O Aramazd, thou God of the flame of life.

 

South... I command thee my protection in the southern quarter, O Tork Angegh, thou God of War who dwelleth in the spiritual fires of glory.

 

West... I command thee my protection in the western quarter, O Goddess Nar, thou blue-lidded glory of the spiritual waters.

 

North... I command thee my protection in the northern quarter, O Goddess of beauty, Astghik, High Priestess of the concubines.

 

Hear thou me, let the Gods cluster to exalt He who Sits upon the Throne of the Sun God, for I am Divine aristocrat in the royal family of the Gods. I have evoked the Divine in the four quarters and I am protected and purified.

 

Thelema. Ararita. Abrahadabra. Aum Ha

 

 

 

The first time the Priest or Priestess does this ritual it should be done 11 times in a row to "break the aura of the room".

[lovemexico]

Preliminary Prayer to Anahit, Armenian Goddess of Birth

 

 

O my beloved Goddess, Anahit, bless our children as they enter this world, so they will be strong, healthy and good.

 

Hear us, Anahit, guide the pregnant woman of our village so that they do not suffer accident nor misfortune.

 

Anahit, O Anahit, it is a time of rejoicing for a child is to be born in this village and we call upon you protect us from evil. Anahit, we see you. Anahit we feel you. Anahit. Anahit. Anahit.

 

Hear me, my Protector and Divine Guide that this birth will be without accident. We are of the Priesthood that cares for children of the village. Blessed be to Thee, O Anahit.

 

Behold, my beloved Goddess Anahit. The four arch Priestesses of Vanatur stand guard that this Thy Temple shalt not be disturbed upon the birth of the child of the village.

 

Behold, the Priestesses of Vanatur have been given the weapons of Vahagan to stay wild beasts and heathen. Our children shall not be stolen nor sacrificed. For the Priestess of Vanatur is mighty in protection and vengeance.

 

Grace be unto Anahit, for the woman who sits upon this altar hath a child who shall be as Ar, strong and almighty, and his wit shall be as Tir, and the strength of his soul shall be as Vahagan and Astghik shall show this child the powers of love and he shall be like Vanatur, who conquered the universe by the force of the polite word.

 

We are the Priesthood of Anahit who uphold the safety of the birth of the child, and blessed be to Anahit, unto the ages.

[lovemexico]

(I just found this unpublished essay by King David of the House of Ber of the Kingdom

of Armenia. Whether one agrees with his opinion on his opinions of history or not,

one will note that to follow properly what he is driving at you must study the history

that is written concerning it, therefore learning more than one did before and broading

our perspective on the history of royals. Nevertheless, I enjoyed this essay enough to

present it. One can only be awed at his definite stance on the situation and admire his

unique and sometimes hunourous point of view. He brings us history which is no longer boring

and tedious but alive and interesting, I think everryone will agree.)

 

 

 

 

In Praise to the House of T'rdat

 

 

Written by David Bersson

 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

 

I will now write of a great hero that modern historian have chosen to neglect or delete from the records. Remember, that many historians writing of King T'rdat the Great, were Christian and did not understand how he could of been so angry against the invading creeds of the Zoroastrians and the Christians.

 

So it came to pass, that his anger and vengeance was sufficient to go to Rome to gather legions against the heathen creeds that were destroying and blaspheming the true culture. I honor the name of King T'drat for his attempt to restore the culture of Armenia in 288 A.D. for he was one of the last Kings, besides King Ber, to arise against the heathen occupations.

 

No doubt, with the Zoroastrians he succeeded completely, but the savage and evil cult of the dead man, now called Christianity continued to soil the souls of Armenians. The Pagan Wars lasted about 300 years before the majority of the Armenian Kings and people sold out to the Christian heathen. Imagine the surprise and anger he must of felt when Grigor refused to place the wreath of flowers in Anahit's name revealing he had secretly converted to Christianity. His most loyal servant betrayed him after he had regained occupation of his Kingdom. Realize that if Grigor had not betrayed his loyal King the situation might of turned to King T'drat's favor, but betrayal and sell outs to the cult of the dead man were occurring all over Armenia as the demonic chains of Christianity were locked upon the naive and innocent multitudes. What a horror it must of been for King T'drat to see his Kingdom and culture be destroyed by something so savage and evil as Christianity, who would be sheep rather than great lions, proud, strong and upright. It is long overdue to honor our ancient Kings who represent the true culture and strength of Armenia.

 

Yes, I honor King T'drat for at least slowing down the growth of the demonic creed of the dead man, and stopping completely the eventual take over by the Persian Empire. If it wasn't for King T'drat, Armenia would not exist and it would of been of part of modern Iran. As for the betrayal of Grigor, he completely brings shame and disappointment upon all polytheists in existence. He goes down in our history as a traitor and a fool.

 

It is said that eventually King T'drat converted to Christianity. It is a direct and stupid contradiction of history that King T'rdat converted to Christianity in 301 A.D.. Also, legend has it that he went "insane" just before this!!! In this case, I could see some truth here since anyone would have to be insane to convert to something as revolting as Christianity. My opinion, however, stands that the Church created the story to pay King T'drat back for his war against the occupying heathen. This was a fish tale and propaganda from the Church itself, and no intelligent scholar is fooled by the Church's twisting of history. Observe and question how an Armenian king under the protection of Rome would convert at the height of Roman persecutions against Christians, with the most virulent persecutor, Galerius, in their own neighborhood.

 

Verily, I honor King T'drat for his brave attempt to bring the Gods back to Armenia. He is an excellent example of a King who truly cared for the culture of his people and ancestors. Let him not rest in peace but the spirit of his vengeance arise in all Armenians as the true valour and pride that all Armenians once knew before the treacherous invasions of the evil cults that threatened our way of life. On the contrary, his spirit shall arise once again in the souls of Armenians, who see that he is a King to be honored for his role in our continued understanding of the true history of Armenia.

 

Praise be the House of T'drat and his sincere and loyal efforts for the Kingdom of Armenia.

 

Love is the law, love under will