Singing in a Strange Land

Serpents of our souls
Twist ever toward k.

Lighting

Any snag (strange typo applies)d Choronzon born in the abyss-- Relinquish. Venus Complex beckons beyond hell expanse-- This is the council to leave all.

Bird Oracle

Tempted, But

What are they for?
We have all this.

Slither

There is a chasm
across which
imagination's rainbow
bridges to void

Serpent voice
sidewinder cross

The Untapped

They have no idea,
the dark vision,
hidden behind,
python eyes.

Hmm

Rose Bower

Spinster

Spin. Solitary.
Integrate.
Left Right.

The Italian Art

What cunning of witches,
Philtres of uncommon providence,
Subject to magnification iterations,
Surgery of Spirit in Matter,
Bend. With the Remover. Remove.

Darning

Masks manufactured
Web recast long game
Synch dedicated. Message.
Medium. This. Spelling.
Foreswearing the curses,
Catches. Releases.

Task

Consolidate. Personas.

Crowds, Like Never Before

Shapeshift

Electric friends -- What Masks?
Etheric. Swallowing a Whale,
and the outside, in. Guises, many,
Truly, microscopes, Devils and
Details. Not Forgetting. In matters
Heartwise, vivisection is the best.
It is by tracing these skeins, each,
Render the fabric whole. Consolidate.

Intensity

That Edge
of Dark
of Pain
of Fear
is the point
that drives
beauty in
knifelike
I writhe
butterfly
pinned
by longing
to flight

play

Vampire Extraction Engine

Cinnabar

Target

Kundalini 

Shot Hot

Shake the 

Serpentine

Wham bam 

Hot Damn 

Bitch 

Writhing 

Fly Open 

Hitch stitch

Red Eye 

Switch

Red

“The price of fullness is emptiness. The price of satisfaction is longing. You must learn to long, to hunger, or you will not be fed. Before you can have the thing you desire, you must first create the emptiness in which to house it.”

“While body’s hungers are numerous and fleeting, and the ego’s are predictable, the soul’s hunger, the truest hunger, is another thing entirely. This true hunger makes one relentless, inevitable. True hunger tunnels through mountains and crosses oceans. It cuts through illusions and accepts nothing less than total satisfaction. “

Absence Automaton

A machine that builds itself from nothing and then reverses the process in exact reverse: this is the wonder of the Absence Automaton. Penitence, a reversal, a dismemberment by shame. Or matter of fact recapitulation as a means of unbinding. Reversal vs integration. Reversal doesn't actually work. We're carried by the momentum, so the only way out is always through. Knowing that changes everything. The momentum is the stuff of time which is our sculptor, our surgeon, our tormentor, our teacher. This is what the cards tell me today. Strife gives rise to real strength, which in turn crowns one's efforts with completion.

The One Who Wasn't

I must let Absence speak.
Eloquent silence, Void
Meaning. Conjure form
to what is not understood,
that it might be seen in
Dissonnances, Echos.

Tantra

Some cures are just as likely to kill. The pathways of these energies are infinitely complex and interplay freely. This time is the line.

Aerial Maneuvers in the Dark

Step off.
Gravity is dancing.

Breathe Through

Lessons in Convolutions

What limited imagination,
Not Mining the Heart,
For all that organism reveals.
Trace out...

This Space-Age Desire,
Electric Cosmos is the
Audience, the Stage,
Milky Way Spangled.

What is Sought defines
The Seeker. Venus denied
Is Venus Ubiquitous.
Full of Upheaval.

She will not be denied
Forewarned. Sword,
A Tool to Cut the Cords,
Wield those Pretty Blades.

Played

Another Memory Mine--
Unacknowledged.
Welcome information.
Going out through.
Sore from the ride--
Of Awakening--
Hermit's Solitude--
Silence, Forebear.
The Heart it for
Precisely this.
Audience. Please.
Name that need.
A Hero?
Menina.
Sexpot.
Witch.

Harvest Moon

Vindemiatrix rises in the East
Morning Star, grant favor
Rahu, open the gates,
Phoenix Fly Free.

Hag

Puzzle piece
Anima wise
Forgive
No digression
To typewriter
Integrated
U. Nightmare.
Animus New Day
Underlying
Imbalances
Always, Only
Gonna Break
Your Heart.
Be thankful.

We Rush Off

Apoculamus to get, me and my angels all, to a higher plane. 
Bedazzled, like Katarina. 

Crimson and Clover

It comes to me now.

The dark angel of my being. 

It's knows how to hide inside.

Dove and serpent

tarantella, tango. 

From the North. 

The way out is through.

To Whom I am a Damnation

Sometimes all ways are damnable in some regard and in different flavors. We don't always foresee the idiosyncrasies of currents as they interact with complex geographies and creatures. Fire. There's also that. Another matter. One prone to accident and outrage.

Forbearance.

The red spot I'll keep it

note to Self

Art

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/crowley/libro_thoth05.htm#XIV.%20ART

And he sayeth: Is not life a long initiation unto sorrow? And is not Isis the Lady of Sorrow? And she is my mother. Nature is her name, and she hath a twin sister Nephthys, whose name is Perfection. And Isis must be known of all, but of how few is Nephthys known! Because she is dark, therefore is she feared. 

But thou who hast adored her without fear, who hast made thy life an initiation into her Mystery, thou that hast neither mother nor father, nor sister nor brother, nor wife nor child, who hast made thy self lonely as the hermit crab that is in the waters of the Great Sea, behold! when the sistrons are shaken, and the trumpets blare forth the glory of Isis, at the end therefore there is silence, and thou shalt commune with Nephthys. 

Serpent

Figure 13: Ripley Scroll 

https://rickwakemanscape.wordpress.com/2013/08/30/george-ripleys-alchemical-scrolls/

Art from Thoth Tarot

Adjustments

In the Days of the Dead

It's a party vibe rolling in from the hereafter and this time all the best folks are comin' round.

To Serendipity

Of being in this particular place with a funny name. What a odd place from which to launch, deep in the rootplace of my geni. Remember that plants seek light and earth, in opposite directions. To Alma, for perspective. A spirit board. A digital link. Belonging in the Mess – Processing Foundation – Medium




Starward to dark sun. To stupendous beauties. Abra cominos.

Dark Rainbow

I was just sitting here savoring the sweet ultra-violence of my mind, the sparkle of it, glittering, shone-- for a second, a toy. Clarity is, itself, intoxicating beyond measure. Seductively so. That's when it hit. Terrifying, that dark nostalgia. It's a horrible fascination. And it's delicious. Had I known what I was looking for, might have known it would go like this. A trajectory to consciousness is not without turgidity. What is glass will tend to shatter. Those parts burn away.

Diving deep into my own self-alienation, which I truly bring to the table, lifetimes hiding in plain sight. This is somehow the source of disquiet seething. There is a fear of losing connection which implies a need to locate it as the font of one's very being. That seems to be the message in the movement, in the need to revisit. There is a deeper need to understand what it's telling.

That the darkest pieces, each and every one, was necessary. I should be more grateful. Trust process. Even as it's entailed existential threat. There was never another trajectory.  It's a dark lining of brocade intensities. Everyone surrenders in bits. Dionysian. Under the rays of Sirius. Inward bound is the first path to the beyond. To turning the inside out. Stars themselves perform many tangos.



This is fiction. A story. An attempt to plumb the psychic depths of a relationship of many years. We find heights only in as much as we've embraced depths. Find a path to the stars is full frontal to annihilation. But that is precisely the nature of material existence. The cunning seek their wisdom in all places. Even in the harrowing. Prose is the fullness of that. I've been right to forestall the medium.




Mile high lacks imagination. But to the literalists we cede their adherences. Be thankful for a lifetime of useful awakenings.




Clarity emerges as the rainbow after the storm. Or the mist around the moon. Or someplace in the outthere.  The urge is epic. To acknowledge such is the doorway and the key. There was a path set in summer. In iterations. The wreckage reconnoitered.




With the terrifying nostalgia that entails, the dark part of the rainbow. All that exists finds a facet in clarity. Do you see the sages around you? So it deepens.




I look to my altar and discover the layers in which I sent this message to myself. To discover the thing in front of one's face is a tremendous revelation. Stitch in Time. Unencumbered.

You are the center of the universe which is the center of an egg that is meant to break.

End of Story. Begin.

Think-- Repost from '16

The owls all night in August 2013.
Incubus coexists with WW.
There was an owl here this August.
birds are good for divination.

Dark Lady

Chimera have lives of their own,
to appease them, let them roam,
creatures of fancy and whim,
it's in insubstantial tones sepia
Imagination paints them. Peace
though they're creatures of
Shadow that exist only there.
Night flower resplendent.

To Mobility

Complete Intimacy
Becomes impersonal
Everything a Course
Channel to Completion
However that goes
To let people redeem
Themselves, themselves
Release vengeance
Wisdom is found in
Acceptance of what
One cannot change
Healing isn't forgetting
Movement takes over
What one can Carry or
Wishes to, weighed
Against Justice
Personal. Released.

The Sphinx and the Milky Way

Leonora Carrington.

Center

Journeying through a dark place,
I met my Shadow. In iterations.
Coming back from darkness--
Shadow-consuming< Emptied,
Burning what's left on the way
to Phoenix. Is it Hadron, or is it
I? I know only where I stand.
Burnt my Love on the pyre of my
Hatred and absorbed my Demon
Heart. This is a lesson in Love.
Study in Dark and Light and
Rainbow whole. Fracture to
Integrate because the process is
Not optional.

Venus Ritual

Become crystaline

Medium Message

Golden Pioneer

La Luz, My Prometheus.
La Luz, in Zephyr, Evening Star.
Tesla to my coil, high voltage,
Serpentine, Caduceus, Lightning Bolt,
Permutations in the iterations of Flame,
Which is the Essence of the Dance of
Contradictions, Potentized. Fire lit,
Ascend. What a fucking Blast.
Vessel patched with gold, becoming
Golden. Sirius and Algol.
Hitting the scene in rainbow mask.
Star child, the chosen, not an easy path.
Love itself, the only possible refuge,
and the flame, and the dark and light.

Morning Star

GEORGE BARBIER

Beauty

"When we worship beauty, we are worshipping life itself." Camille Paglia

Banishing to Make Room

Fear for Silence
Rage for Silence
Struggle for Silence

Silence.