A parody of the Priestess' speech behind the veil from Liber XV, the Gnostic Mass.
But to pet me is better than all things; if, under the night stars in the desert, thou presently growest mine catnip before me, invoking me with a pure heart and the dangly toy within, I shalt come a little to sit on thy lap. For one purr wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one twitch of a muscle shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of mice and catnip; ye shall wear white clothes; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in arrogance and sloth, but all in the love of me; and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a soft sweater, and covered with a shiny headdress. I love you. I occasionally deign to notice you. Fat or furry, timid or ferocious, I who am all purring and claws and rampaging in the middle of the night, demand food in my dish. Put on the armor, and arouse the playful terror within you; come play with me! With me! With me! Dangle the shiny cat toy in front of me! I am the golden-eyed predator of midnight; I am the affectionate cuteness of the silken black fur. Pet me! Pet me!
"But to love me is better than all things; if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head-dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!" [Liber AL, I:61] "To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:62] "Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you. I am the blue-lidded daughter of sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:63-65]