Consecration

Now that we have cleared out a place to work, we can begin bringing things into it that will be useful to whatever our operation is (in accordance with True Will). Now this may not be quite as simple as just hauling any old thing into your magick circle. First, we may choose to consecrate, or actively dedicate the place or object to the single purpose of the ritual. In traditional magick, objects and tools, as well as the circle itself, are specially prepared for magickal use only - and they are used for nothing else. Magickal tools such as the wand, cup, sword and disk, as well as the altar, holy oil, incense, etc., would be laboriously created from only the finest materials, from scratch. Attention would be given to the time of day or night at which the tool was fashioned, and what kind of wood, metal, wax, etc., it was made from. While this may remain the most powerful method of working, modem magickians are often more flexible, since we may not have the resources to make and store everything necessary. In the absence of a specially consecrated temple in which to work, a nice clear patch of living room carpet can be made to serve. In the absence of a golden chalice engraved with mystical symbols, a drinking glass can be used for a cup. If we do not have a specially prepared magickal robe, a bathrobe or poncho will do nicely. And so forth. (We will discuss the choice and use of magickal tools in later chapters. See also Aleister Crowley's Book Four.)

But it is the act of consecration that makes these places and objects useful to us. Once again, it is our intent, our Will that can fill in the gaps. It is your strength of Will, purity of intent and active imagination alone that can turn a drinking glass or bathrobe into a thing of magick. Each tool that we use can be consecrated to the work by very simple and powerful techniques.

EXERCISE #6

1. Banish your place of working by the techniques described in exercises 4 or 5. If you so choose, you can burn an incense such as sage or frankincense and myrrh.

2. Draw down the divine into you (or whatever your conception of " divine" is - your perfected self, your Holy Guardian Angel, infinity, etc.). There are several methods for doing this. Choose one or more of the following:

a. While using yogic breathing, recite a specific mantra in your head, timed to the breathing. Examples of useful mantras are: " I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body, " or, " God, I invite you to indwell the pure temple that I have prepared for you." Or another mantra of your own design.

b. Imagine a force that embodies the qualities of the collective unconscious flowing through you. Give this force a characteristic sound, color and/or feeling.

c. Imagine a brilliant ball of white light over your head. Allow (or imagine) a cone of light to descend from that ball, bathing you and washing through you.

d. Aspire as Hadit to Nuit, or as Pan to Artemis, or as another mythological dyad that you might know of.

3. When you think that you have made some sort of contact with " divinity" or " infinity", imagine your body and mind to be infused or vibrating with this force.

4. Walk around within your ritual area and " project" this force into the area. For this purpose you can use the Sign of the Enterer (or Sign of Horus): Take a deep breath. Right foot steps forward, both hands, placed palms together, are thrown forward. Exhaling fully, imagine the " divine energy" (or whatever you have decided to call it) projected ahead of you into your ritual area. Continue this from a variety of positions and angles until you can imagine that you have filled the area with this energy. You may add a statement of intent to this part of the consecration, for instance, " I consecrate this circle of art to the Great Work, that with force of True Will I may aspire to the infinite and thereby to perfect completion and renewal of myself."

5. Continue on to your intended ritual or daily meditation practice. (You have been practicing, haven't you?)

6. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down!

This kind of work can be used to consecrate objects as well. You can project the " divine energy" into the object, filling it. A statement of intent can be designed for the object, such as, " I consecrate this -, that it may become a resource and tool for accomplishment of my True Will."

Once an object is consecrated, it can be kept in a special place, if possible, and used only for ritual purposes. This will save some effort in re-consecration, and will increase the potency of the object through repeated use. This happens by a simple process very similar to classical conditioning. If the object (or place) is used only under specific circumstances, it can become strongly associated with those circumstances. People who believe that they experience auras report that this kind of consecration and repeated use produces very strong auras of very specific qualities. You can, of course, experiment for yourself.

If it is impossible to put your tools aside in a special place and maintain them for ritual use only, if you are forced to scrounge for new tools every time you work, the best course, I think, is to give them a full consecration each time. Shorter, streamlined methods can be developed. For instance, you can consecrate everything at once. Invoke the divine energy by whatever method you have chosen, and then go around and zap everything with the Sign of the Enterer. Expand the scope of your statement of intent to include, " this circle- of art and all the tools within it....." And, after you have become adept at consecration, if your intent is strong enough, you need only decide to use an object to have it consecrated.

So here's the ritual so far: you formulated your intent, to read this book that you might learn something about ritual (hopefully in accordance with your True Will), or simply to satisfy your curiosity about what Philip H. Farber is all about. You banished an area to work in, perhaps you chased the cat out of the chair and chased enough stray thoughts out of your mind to enable you to concentrate enough to read this far. Then, if you've practiced any of the exercises, you've consecrated yourself, declared (on some level) that your senses and your mind and some of your possessions, perhaps, are tools to begin the work of determining what your True Will is, or at least learning a little about how ritual works. Now you can just go find an isolated place somewhere and do what you've learned...

5. Interlude: A GOAT-TALE

I was not far below the summit when I scrambled over a large boulder and came to a flat place. A bare circle of rock, it was ringed by tall trees whose gnarled roots gripped tenaciously to the side of the mountain. It was, I thought then, an ideal place to begin my meditation, so I shrugged off my knapsack and sat between two of the trees, gazing out over the valley and the peaks of other mountains, hazy with distance. There was no movement or sound but the wind tossing the tops of the trees. I took a deep breath, smiled and began my ritual.

Breathing deeply and regularly, as I had been instructed, I allowed the prayer to flow through my mind. I inhaled and thought, " Great god of the world, bring me to infinity." Held the breath and thought, " Great god of the world, bring me to infinity." Exhaled and thought the thought. Inhaled again. The effect was almost immediate. My facial muscles relaxed, seeming to suddenly slide away from consciousness, and my eyes half-closed. Immaterial clouds of pastel glow shifted and glided around me, around the trees. Fragments of thoughts drifted up into my mind from whatever murky recesses they had been hiding in.

" This is great! " I thought. " It's going to work! "

For an indeterminate period of time I drifted ever deeper into the trance, occasionally breaking concentration to revel in the beauty and solitude of the place. And then, suddenly, there was a scurrying sound behind me.

My breath escaped in a single blast, my mantra disappearing with it into the air. I whirled in time to glimpse a young woman of dazzling beauty, stark naked in spite of the cool wind, running through the trees. She ran frantically, in apparent desperation, oblivious to anything but her flight. She did not see me and before I could call out to her, she leapt over a rock and was gone.

There was again, total silence. I stood and walked to the edge where the woman had disappeared. There was no sign of her, just the trees below waving in the wind.

Puzzled, I returned to my perch. I pulled my canteen from my pack and took a drink. I sighed and tried to return to my trance.

I inhaled and thought the phrase. I held the breath and began the prayer, but by the third word my mind had drifted off to a mental image of the strange young woman. What the hell was she doing up here? And what had happened to her clothes? Then I caught myself, realizing that I had broken concentration. A little impatient at finding this lack of discipline in myself, I forced any thought of naked women from my conscious mind and returned to the meditation.

Two breaths later and the woman was back in my mind, this time dancing provocatively closer, and my penis was rising to the occasion. " Damn! " I thought, registering the break. I redoubled my concentration and the hard-on subsided.

But the trance did not return, for there was a sudden loud clattering on the rocks above the flat place, accompanied by sounds of panting, grunts and growled curses. The last semblance of concentration fleeing for good, I watched, confused, as a figure appeared through the trees. My confusion turned to wonder and then to an even deeper, more profound confusion as the creature came into view. At first I thought it was some strange mountain beast, for it leaped and danced over the rocks on cloven hooves and white-haired legs, moving with animal grace. But as it emerged into the clearing, I saw that it had the upper torso of a man. The bearded head was also human, though two enormous, spiral horns protruded from the temples. The grumbling and cursing, as well, were in human voice, in fact, in impeccable, expressive English.

The goat-man clattered and grumbled to a halt in the middle of the flat place. " Shit, " he said.

Breathing heavily, he looked all around the clearing and his eyes eventually came to rest on me. He peered at me. He cursed again. " Did a nymph come this way? " he asked.

" Huh? " I managed to respond.

" A wood nymph. A sweet, cuddly kind of female creature. No clothes. Big tits." He grumbled. I saw her come this way, through the trees."

I cleared my throat. " She, um, she went that way. Over the rock and down into the trees."

He leaped over to the edge and peered down the mountainside.

" Shit, " he said again. " Oh, well, I'll find another nymph. This mountain is full of them, you know."

" Who are you? " I gasped.

The creature made an exaggerated bow. " I'm Pan."

" Pan? "

" Pan, and we ain't talking Peter. Lord of the Gates of Matter and god of pastoral intercourse." He scratched into the hair on one leg and fished out an enormous spliff. Holding the joint under his nose for a moment, he savored the aroma and sighed rapturously. " Want to smoke? " he asked.

" No, " I said. " No thank you."

" You don't smoke? "

" Well, actually, " I confessed, " I sometimes smoke quite a bit. But, you see, I came up here to meditate......

" It might help. 'Just say IO! I always say."

" No, " I said firmly. " I'm trying to avoid distractions."

" Well, keep right on trying then." He stuck the number in his mouth and fired it up from a match which had somehow appeared in his hand. He puffed big clouds of smoke and inhaled deeply. " You up here looking for the meaning of life? " he asked.

" No, " I said. " Not really."

" Ah! A writer then! Looking for inspiration? "

" Yes. Exactly. How did you know? "

" Part of my mythological make-up. Anyway, buddy, you've come to the right place. If you're going to find inspiration anywhere, you're going to find it here! And I know just where to look! Say, you want a beer? "

" Where!? "

" Right here. I've got a case keeping cold in the spring, on the other side of those trees."

" Not the beer..." I began, but he was already through the trees and clattering up the rocks. I heard a splash and then he was climbing down through the trees again, a dripping six-pack of bottled beer in his hand.

He popped the tops off two with his thumbnail and handed me one. " Here you go. There's plenty more up there, when we finish these."

" No, " I said, " thanks, but I don't really want one. I'm trying to meditate."

" But it's already open, " the god protested.

" No, really, I can't. I have to find that inspiration. Where is it? "

Pan smiled. " Drink up and I'll show you."

I took a gulp from the bottle. It was cold and good, so I gulped again. " I'm drinking, " I sputtered. " Where is the inspiration? "

He leaned forward conspiratorially. " If you want something really exciting to write about, you should check out some of these nymphs! Hooo boy! Hot damn! There's something to write about! Come on, let's go! it

I set the beer down on a rock and sighed. " That's not what I mean at all, " I said. " I'm looking for real inspiration. I want to be open to the infinite. I want the universe to come rushing into me! "

Pan sneered. " So you're just going to sit here and wait for it? "

" Yes, that's how it's done."

" Well, that's one way... If you've really got a lot patience. But a nymph! Ah, a nymph! The chase! The penetration! A nymph is immediate. She's alive, she's warm, she's... Ah, a nymph! " He was nearly dancing with excitement. " Come on! I know where they are! "

" Damn it! " I said. " Leave me alone! Please. I just want some quiet so I can concentrate."

" And if you can't have any quiet? "

" Then I can't concentrate!! Just go away! Fuck off! "

Pan smiled at me and lowered himself to the rock, folding his beastly legs beneath him. " Let me tell you a story, " he said.

I hid my face in my hands. I think I may have sobbed.

" I used to know a guy who was a lot like you, " the god began. " He was searching for all kinds of things, this guy. He never came way out here, like you did, but he put plenty of energy into his searches where he lived, in the city.

" I was visiting the city then, in disguise of course. I kept hearing so much about these wild and promiscuous city women, well, I just had to find out. But that's another story, and it's a really good one. You want to hear that one? "

" No, " I groaned. " I just want some quiet. Please."

" I guess you're right, " he said. " One story at a time. Anyway, this guy had led what so many humans would call an 'exemplary' life. He didn't drink or take any drugs; he had been, get this, a virgin until he married. His wife, by the way, was quite attractive and we later came to be very close friends, but that's another story entirely. A very good story at that. Would you like to hear that one? "

I sucked at my beer and did not answer.

" Okay, okay, " Pan chuckled. " No need to get surly. I'll stick to the first story. Maybe later I'll tell you about his wife.

" Anyway, this guy and his wife had sex about once a month. They got it over with quickly and got a good night's sleep so that they could wake up bright and early to go to their 'upwardly mobile' jobs. He was some kind of executive. His job consisted, as far as I could tell, of creating a favorable image for himself, to impress others with. And, of course, being the exemplary kind of guy that he was, it came to him easily. This excellent image had served him well all his life. It got him through school, it got him his lovely, long-legged wife, it got him the good jobs that he wanted. He was so good at this job that it even fooled him. So many other people thought that he was exemplary, whatever that meant, and told him so, that he began to believe it himself. In fact, I wonder if there was ever a time when he doubted it. That is, until the time when he was denied a promotion. He really thought that he would get it; it had seemed that he was the only qualified person for the job. And, really, he was, but the nephew of the company's president had just graduated from school and moved into town. The president, with typical human tribal instinct, wanted his nephew to have a favorable image, so the nephew, though not nearly the exemplary person that the man was, got the job.

" Needless to say, the guy was disappointed. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to him in his exemplary life. You probably don't understand what a blow this might have been. You writers are used to rejection, you're used to people telling you that you're all kinds of things, but never exemplary. Oh, perhaps your prose is exemplary, or your scholarship, or your message, but not you. At any rate, this guy was royally fucked up because this kid from college got the job that he thought he wanted. In reality, he would have hated the job, but he never knew that.

" This is when he began searching. He didn't know what he was searching for, but the situation forced him to take a really good look at his life and realize that there was something missing. He wanted something new, something entirely different from what he had. He wanted something that would uplift him, that would infuse him with a spirit, an exemplary spirit to be sure. He left work early that day, simply walking out without a word. He went home and searched his apartment. He looked on the sofa, on the bed. He searched his wife (who rather enjoyed being searched, I might add, though she never let on). He searched out in the street, he searched in department stores, in video shops, restaurants, in the park. That's where I found the guy, in the park. He was sitting on a bench, apparently scrutinizing a flock of pigeons, trying to find whatever it was that he was searching for.

" I sat down beside him not because I had any great desire to meet him or feed the pigeons; it was the view I was interested in. And what a view it was! Women of all shapes and sizes were enjoying the first warm day of spring by unveiling some of the most wonderful... But, ah! That is another story. Would you like to hear that one? "

I did not reply, but sucked down the last gulp of my beer and set the bottle on the rock. Grinning somewhat dementedly, the god flicked the top off another and handed it to me.

" Here you go! " he said joviaIly. " We're really partying now! Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. the guy in the park. I was feeling particularly fine that day, what with the warm weather and all, so I tried to make a little conversation with the guy. I pointed out an exceptionally well-formed bird, and I ain't talking pigeons now, and made a brief comment on the evolutionary function of the organism. The guy mumbled something like 'Yeah, nice', and returned to his own survey of sidewalk fauna. If you could have seen that bright-breasted harbinger of spring, and if you could have seen how disinterested the guy was, you would have realized almost as quickly as I did that something was wrong. The woman passed, unfortunately, out of sight, so I turned my attention to the problem at hand.

" 'Are you an ornithologist? ' I asked the guy. He mumbled something like 'wha? ' (or maybe it was 'huh? ' - I don't remember) and grudgingly gave me a small percentage of his attention.

" 'I didn't think so, ' I told him. 'You look more like an upwardly mobile executive than a zoologist. That's really a great suit you're wearing.'

" 'Weirdo, ' he mumbled.

" Now, most humans think I'm a little weird. I bet even you do, in spite of your polite demeanor."

I snarled.

" It's just that humans usually have a pretty limited frame of reference." He paused to apply fire to the roach of his spliff, puffing up a small mushroom cloud about his head. " And of course the problem in this case was an extremely limited frame of reference. This guy just had nothing but the experience of conforming to this exemplary image. It was a game which had worked for him all his life, but had come up short in this one instance. And that really knocked him for a loop. If he had had some more games to play, a hobby even, he could have just gone on to something else instead of searching futilely. Actually, and I understood this at once, it was a new game that he was looking for.

" 'Yeah, ' I said, 'I know I seem weird. Everybody tells me that.' I looked down at the fat, dirty birds and tried to look as dejected as he did. I waited, silently, until I caught him looking over at me, a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

" 'Life sucks, ' I said.

" 'You can say that again, ' the guy agreed. And a moment or two later he was unburdening his life story on me.

" 'Yeah, ' I said when the guy finally finished, 'life really sucks.' But then I brightened up, as if an idea had suddenly dawned on me. 'Hey! you know what I always do when I feet this down? '

• 'What's that? ' my new friend asked.

• 'I drink, ' I said.

" He looked up. 'Drink? '

" 'Yeah, ' I said, 'drink. Come on, the first round's on me.' So we went to this great little bar next to the park and we started to drink. He was a true neophyte, but after the first two or three he did pretty well. And I made sure, each time we started on a new bottle of beer, that we made a toast. 'To life, ' I said.

" At first the toast lacked any kind of enthusiasm, but after a little while it developed into a cheer, and I knew the guy had found a new game, that he had left behind his depression and even his exemplary image."

The goat-god smiled and drank noisily from his beer.

" That's it? " I asked.

" Yeah, " Pan said, " that's it. The guy was happy."

" Well, what happened to him? Did he quit his job? Did he live happily ever after? "

" Oh, he became a hopeless alcoholic."

" That story sucks, " I said. " You ruined him! "

Pan inclined his head and pulled on a huge horn with his hand. " Who ruined him? I just bought the guy a couple of beers."

As he had been telling the story, the thought entered my mind that perhaps there was some truth to the theory that the christian story of the devil was based on the earlier, pagan myth of Pan. And perhaps the christians were right. " You ruined him, " I reiterated. " You led him into temptation and destroyed him. I understand now. You really are a force of evil. You drove that man to drink and you are conspiring to tempt me away from my meditation."

" Conspiring to tempt you? " The goat-god scowled. " I don't need this, you know. Would you rather I just left you alone? "

" Yes, that's just what I would rather! "

" Good! " Pan exclaimed, getting to his cloven feet. " Good! You can just sit here by yourself and meditate, if that's what you want! " The god stamped off into the trees and there was silence.

I sat for a moment, my thoughts tumbling over each other. I was upset with Pan for having interrupted my meditation. The world should be rid of this devil, I thought, for surely he is the source of all temptation. I sipped at my beer, but caught myself in midgulp. I took a long, hard look at the bottle and then tossed it over the edge into the abyss.

Damn him, I thought, I may already be too drunk to meditate. Drunk and aggravated. I no longer had that holy, exalted feeling that had carried me into this quest. I felt soiled, debased, pissed off. Perhaps, I considered, the best thing would be for me to take a nap, sleep it off, and then begin my practice again, later, when I would be a little more refreshed.

I ate a little of the food I had in my knapsack and then made myself comfortable beneath the trees. Soon, aided by the alcohol, I fell into a fitful sleep.

The nymph was beckoning to me and as I walked toward her, I realized that she was much farther away than I had thought. And that she was much larger than I had thought. In fact, the closer I got, the larger or three he did pretty well. And I made sure, each time we started on a new bottle of beer, that we made a toast. " To life, " I said.

She bent over me and I yearned for her, for the vast emptiness of her voluptuous body. She called to me, saying, " Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools new, something entirely different from what he had."

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" This man is meditating very seriously, " a voice was saying.

I pulled myself up toward consciousness and found the great, grinning face of Pan looming over me. Disorientation fading slowly, I saw that the god was accompanied by two naked, nubile nymphs.

" That's an interesting style of concentration, " Pan said. " I suspect he's learning to do his exercises in the astral body."

The nymphs oohed and aahed. " Humans really are kind of silly, aren't they? " commented one in a surprisingly husky, very sexy voice.

I attempted to defend my species, but the brief nap had left me too groggy to speak. All that came out was " mmmmmph."

" Impressive language skills, " said the other nymph. " That- is what they're known for." The nymphs giggled and the god let out a basso guffaw.

" I hope he'll show us how his species use their famous tools, " said the first nymph.

I sat up and said, " urghb." They all laughed.

Pan said: " I'm going to get some more beer. Then we can get this little party under way." He clattered off into the trees.

The nymph with the smaller breasts and the sleek body slid down beside me and slipped her arm around my back.

" Hi, " she said.

My system went on overload. Prior to seeing the first nymph, fleeing from Pan earlier, the thought of women had not entered my mind for about a week. During that time I had been exalted with the quest for this sacred spot, my purpose, I thought, single-minded and pure. But now, with the warm body of this naked nymph nuzzling up against me, every repressed lust and fantasy broke to the surface. Though the air was cool, I broke out in a sweat and felt as if every vein and artery in my body had become engorged with blood. Grogginess turned to dizziness and I found myself entirely incapable of making any kind of verbal response. Not even a " glargh."

Somehow I understood when the slim nymph told me that her name was Nysa and her more buxom (and equally attractive) friend was called Hyadie. And then Pan was dancing back down into the clearing, already gulping at a bottle and passing out three more.

My mouth felt parched, so I sipped at mine. The beer foamed up and spilled down my front. Nysa wiped it off for me.

" Ah! " Pan exclaimed. " I see that everyone's met."

" Yes, " said Nysa, " we've really been getting along rather well."

" Great, " the god said. " Let's drink! To infinity! " He hoisted his bottle to his lips and drained away half of the brew.

" To infinity! " the nymphs cried exuberantly, sipping at the mouths of the bottles.

" Infinity, " I managed to say and, guided by some sort of unreasonable instinct, I gulped at the beer.

Pan fired up another huge joint and passed it around.

I will have to refuse firmly, I told myself, but when Nysa handed me the number, a warm breast brushing against my arm, I took it and toked. Within a matter of seconds a bubbly lightness was filling my mind and body.

" How was your, um, meditation? " Pan asked as he took the burning bundle of weed-flowers from my fingers.

" Oh, " I said, " I, ah, just took a little nap. I was a little drunk and tired. I thought it would be better to rest before I got back to it. 11

" How was your nap, then? " Nysa murmured into my ear. " Did you have pleasant dreams? "

" I had a strange dream."

" What was so strange about it? " Hyadie asked. And it seemed to me then that she had been in the dream. There had been a nymph who had been, had been... something which eluded mental grasp.

I wanted to fuck her.

" Oh, look! " exclaimed Nysa. " His pants must be so uncomfortable like that. Here, let me help you! "

She began to unbuckle my belt.

" No, " I protested, pushing her hands away. " No! "

" Oh, what's the matter? " Hyadie came to join her. The big-breasted nymph planted a slippery kiss on my mouth and I was momentarily helpless as Nysa pulled my pants down past my hips. A soft hand caressed my hard-on. Pan laughed.

" So I guess you still intend to meditate, " the god said.

" Oh! " I said. " Yes! "

" I think he's getting more spiritual by the moment, " Hyadie said.

Nysa tried to say something and the sensation sent shivers through my body.

I now had no thought of resisting. In fact, I was not thinking at all, merely reacting. My hand slid up along the smooth curve of Hyadie's body, toward a full and voluptuous breast.

But my fingers closed on air, the taut nymph-nipple evaded my grasp. The nymphs were standing now, dancing back out of my reach, giggling. I leaned toward them, tried to stand and tripped over my pants. Laughing, Nysa and Hyadie ran off into the trees.

" Oh, these nymphs do love games, " said Pan. " Come on, let's get 'em! " The god leaped up and into the woods.

As quickly as I could, impelled by blind impulse, I kicked off shoes and pants and followed, my erect cock leading the way, pulling me forward.

I caught up to Pan beside the spring where he was searching for beer among the rocks and bubbling water. " You want a beer? " he called as I dashed past.

" Come on! " I shouted. " They'll get away" '

The goat-god leaped up beside me, the necks of two bottles clutched in an enormous hand. We ran together through the trees, up toward the summit, in pursuit of scurrying, giggling flesh-colored flashes of light glimpsed between wood and rock.

" I guess you're finished with meditation, " Pan panted.

" Yeah, " I gasped, " fuck that! "

" That's a bad attitude, " said the goat-god. " What? What do you mean? I thought you..." " I never meant for you to give it up! I just wanted you to do it right! "

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" Do it right? But you...

" I was just doing my job, just like you asked me."

" I asked you...? "

" 'Great god of the world, bring me to infinity' " Pan mimicked the intonation of my mantra. " I'm bringing you.'

" Huh, huh, " I gasped. The trail was getting steeper and we seemed to be falling behind. " Faster! Faster! " My cock ached with anticipation.

" How much do you want infinity? " the god asked.

" I want... I want..."

" How much do you want the nymphs? "

" I want... I want..."

" The nymphs, " he said, " can be infinity."

The ache of yearning, as impossible as it seemed, grew even more intense. I made some inarticulate sounds and forced my legs to pump even faster.

Without apparent effort, Pan matched my speed. " Every act can be sacred, " he said. " Every act can be a sacrament. 'Every number is infinite: there is no difference.' "

And then we were at the summit. The world fell away, down the mountainside, and was spread out around us on all sides. The sun was preparing to dip below the horizon and the sky was a deep, all encompassing blue, the first and brightest stars beginning to shine.

On a flat slab of rock, waiting, naked and radiant, were the nymphs. " To infinity, " said the nymphs and the god.

" To infinity, " I said.