Trick

June 4th. We were in Portland. For some reason, I'm called back.

St. Cyprian

I was hanging with St. Cyprian just today, he was showing me things the way they lay. Scintilla and all. Spirit feels fantastic. I saw her lunar nature, and the wild, ridiculous ravage of the new moon. Dark spirit. There was someone out to play Scarlet Witch, Fuzzy bunny, snuggle bunny and all manor of games. That was in the house of the rising sun-- under morning star. The dawn, it's a blast. There is a pink room at the horizon, the anteroom to day under the door of which cracks pure light illuminated in love.

Scorpio

THis is Huge.

It's reverse engineering, recycle, reverse, in cycle. Thunderdome. We reverse, cycle. the energy is already spilling over. The Magician came in.

ferris

Every drop of water in your world, has been a tear. Once a tear, always. Those you cry were already wept by multitudes and they become you. The tears of the world are in your cells, thus, as you reach to beauty, it is rainbow you become. You know the dark so to fully become. Everything, thought, motion, engenders others. There can never be an end. The things you would reject are intrinsic. Naturally it's fraught. Let the turmoil instruct. Utter my name when you speak to chaos. Utter my name and become and the whirlwind is your familiar spirit. Invoke me. I arrive to heal. I arrive to blow the doors off. I'm ready to move up. Time you invoked rocket man. Weird dreams about ferrisfluid.

"You can make your own mythology." Jimi Hendrix Walk in beauty, day or night. Beauty to worship, and not demure. Give due. Render unto her what is hers. Tease it from every circumstance and accident and become a rapture to this-- incomprehensible. Let me this day dedicate. Call forth through my scintilla light luscious, Lit like a heaven in golden dream. What light trough yonder- window breaks. I feel it rushing in, love incomprehensible. to feel the force of her life is love. overwhelming. Some have felt the expansion would need physical explosion. The word comes up over and again.

Harrow and Gyre

Wild nights, harrow, a map of haunts. The bodies are buried and their ghosts emerge, whispering of the by and by. Our ways were different, they say. We knew the voices. This is a miracle feat, not an equation that features sets of mundane things. There is a rainbow in far field, in night sky, in the mist and in the clouds and in moonlight. You are here to do this. What is this, you ask. BY GOING to learn the way. By inhabiting, to find Being.

This Project

This is the point. What if we all think differently? T Drumpf explodes from impaction of shit and his buddies start expiring from maladies they thought they owned through their pharma ties.

box of darkness

B Nov. 19, 16

I'm a little rainbow, he growled,
u'r little rainbow, and that got at
the root of the matter for then
and you're a sunbeam. I'm sunbeam, you to be the rainbow. I became prism to the bright
light of being. Just the facts,
as they say, and I saw the moment
of my own opening, tri-partate god,
I could write of that initiation
I probably won't.
Kindled at seven. I repeat. We all do. There's a reason these incidents
are unreported on all fronts
It's why they're called mysteries
unravel unravel little rainbow
and you see. You see the opening
clearly, as per your request,
the judas kiss.

Bob is clowning on the chair at
dawn.

I made the opening. Remember.
Because the remembering is key.

Lightning Lights Spring Eternal

Supreme scream queen,
Trickster stock/trade,
spot a sparkle then turn
the cloud inside out

she's the diamond and the
facets and the light refracted and
its refraction and the eye that
sees and the mind that is the sound
of thunder that splits-- I am fuse

Jupiter does know that
to grow requires flow.
Luck is another way of
saying that the flow is springing
here.

Scream queen, dream weave,
cascade in hue incandescent.
When the tower implodes,
the energy flows and the world
kindles new.

First Instruction

The first step is to intend
magic. That's it. Find a
penny pick it up. and then
notice. and then intend and
all else flows from that
spring. Become prism-simple,
a vessel, conduit.  Get out
of the way.

Sunrise Dance In Waters Exponential

Spirits of this place-- 

remember the water. 

They still have its voice, 

a roar that remembers 

its ocean destination--

a whisper-babble-splash 

as well. 

Many musics, music

music, it proclaims, and

then the wind whistles in. 

She made a way and 

in rushes the breath, 

sing to breathe. and to sing. 

Waters and waters and wind 

to whirl. Spirits let us 

linger. Let us take root

as the lotus in the mud,

in the life of matter, and 

let us rise in light as 

prism, dew drop to rainbow, 

to speaking waters, and 

howling winds. 

In the East dawn is 

cracking, right now, 

the egg of Nuit. Sky 

of space fades from 

view... 

Stairway to Stars 49

Become Vessel. I declare myself

through transformation. I offer

myself as phoenix, up from ash.

The snake uncoils, lotus blooms,

from seed driven deep into dark,

germination cracking bright

the deepest shroud of night.

This consecration, the pure

scream into consciousness--

blinding, blowing, breaking to

ecstacy.

The goat begets serpent, and

the born one is the vessel sanctified.

Wild to witch wood, supplicant to Pan.

There was black pilgrimage, a

death from which to struggle free,

I. I study whispers and owl cry and

auguries for instruction.

Free as eagle, devious as serpent,

and oblique as the unknowable--

from the four directions I call

captain, lawyer, agitator, rebel.

I call mother Babalon, as daughter.

My

voice to shake the foundations,

I invoke all power. The power of

ecstacy, that of renewal, of beauty,

of supreme light-- voice, power,

force and fire, come in.

Debased ones, man and woman,

sacrifice to the basilisk's beak.

the seven veils are stripped away,

and the world quivers, expectant.

She is at the gate, seven stars

her crown and the moon.

This is the way of it, star, star.

Burning bright, moon, witch moon.

All power.

Flame is Our Lady, flame is Her hair.

I am flame. a box of blackness,

a vessel for fire, sanctified in red, alkahest.

all pleasure and purple and drunkenness,

coiled splendor within rides night wings,

blue lidded daughter of sunset,

brilliance of the voluptuous night sky.

descend to triumph as I ascend to triumph,

She has taken flesh, flashing eyes and

floating hair, fed on honey dew and paradise.

kings fall to Babalon.

Think

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

Web

Persephone's thread
thought woman's prismic skein
the beating heart, beast and
angel.

So much fear is born
of pall-cast insisted by
the tyranny of reason.

Clear way and long,
but also the pattern
emerges.

The truth is that the
discomfort it a part.
We'll do nothing without.
So light because the message
was received.

The Empress arrives
to talk about opening to
the pure light of being.
By way of doing just that.

When Seen in a Certain Light

There are dark parts, even in the light.
The all really is what it's cracked up,
 and not and already and always and never.
Let not pause the litany of the open road.

Dark necessities. Open to the stars.
To void. To full. Let this oracle spin
tale to true. Straw to gold.
The important thing is beauty. Let me
tether to that ineffable.

On "Sorting Stories"

We have collectively done an excellent job of imagining what could go wrong, yet there is a paucity of tales of how things might go right.  The narratives which do imagine happy futures are fraying at the edges.  Indeed, our old utopias are not only increasingly untenable, many have become downright toxic.  The task, then, for those who find themselves among the looms, is to stay, and to seek out the threads which lead to futures, both individual and collective, which offer more than mere survival.

As is clear from the events of this year, our old legends are dying.  Not only are grand narratives losing power, but artists of mythic potency are departing in droves. With their death, it becomes the responsibility of the living to step into their mythic shoes.  If we do not, we cede that tremendous and vital power to the dead, and to the past.  Though we must bury heroes, we must not inter magic.  Their departure is a promethean call to the living— to become the equal of our ideals, the peers of our heroes.  Love the greatness which shone within them, but also love the greatness growing inside you, and watch the legends beginning to flower in the people around you.

https://austincoppock.com/blog/

There was Rainbow in the Garden

Dawn. You handed me pen and book,
told me to get it down. This, sometimes,
is the main work of the ally.

Spirits speak in unison, through myriad.
Wild rapids. Fountain. Movement.
The work of the ally is
MOVEMENT and the prism
is all of the nature of crystal
and mist and air and fire.

The sorting of stories is happening,
this work has been long in gestation.
The sorting of stories that have
a possibility of ascent. I have
tri-partate web tale-tell in
multi-facet to scribe, describe,
a plan for becoming people of the
stars, broadening our gaze to night
horizons.

There was Rainbow in the Garden

Dawn. You handed me pen and book,
told me to get it down. This, sometimes,
is the main work of the ally.

Spirits speak in unison, through myriad.
Wild rapids. Fountain. Movement.
The work of the ally is
MOVEMENT and the prism
is all of the nature of crystal
and mist and air and fire.

The sorting of stories is happening,
this work has been long in gestation.

And Germany Calling took advantage of the vacuum in information and entertainment, offering quality orchestral performances, messages from prisoners of war to their loved ones, and exaggerated claims of British setbacks that occasionally had just enough truth to keep an information-starved public hungry for more. http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/11/13/lord-haw-haw-how-a-little-liar-sold-the-biggest-one.html The famed Roman orator Cicero wrote that professions that catered to voluptas (sensual pleasure) were the least respectable of all. Fishermen, cooks, bakers, and butchers were seen not only as debased but also as effeminate. The prejudice was so strongly ingrained in Roman society that they were excluded from the late antique Roman military. Over time, and because of their centrality to the continued success of the military (everyone needs bread, after all), bakers would rise up the social hierarchy. But for many the character and manliness of those engaged in the luxury food trades was eyed with suspicion. The Apostolic Tradition, a third-century text attributed to St. Hippolytus of Rome, has its own list of unacceptable careers for prospective candidates for baptism. These include prostitute, brothel keeper, garment trimmers, gladiators, charioteers, artists, actors, soldiers, teachers, and politicians.


Crowley-- One must find one's own way. There simply is no possibility, ultimately, of taking up another's path. Take other's examples and transmute them to your experience.

All acts of love and joy are my rituals.

A Celluloid Dream of Renewal

"The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively." The clown-king is part of the ritual. Cassandra is a story my people tell. She wasn't wrong. So listen to yourself.

New Day

Making News

You shall. To confirm. Explode. Glitter bomb.

Skull Install

Had some skulls, constructed of different things, populated them I did, with spirits. Time to enchant for miracles.

prism.

Become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being. Such that each color is contained in its individuation and also in conjunction; of fullness. Refract. I was told to adopt the child in the dream. because the fool, to spring new, must integrate. Otter king was the story. I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being. I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.I become a prism through which passes unimpeded the pure light of being.

Still Dark

6:20. Still dark, under fog. Quiescent sphere of music, on high, glorious the day, catch prism in dew, I walk morning fields. all know me, for i so loved the world, that i arose to beauty, and in doing, kindled the light of intelligence. had to be done. Wed the earth to the sky in your spirit. Sew the ragged edges, of morn and eve into a cloak of scarlet and let loose, the seed of thought, evolution. Do not call lightly. Intend to evolve. Fool's errand, this. Refraction. Atmosphere, and arrival.

Queen. Wrapped in Golden Leaf.

Good-- Blue-- Magic Marker

 That's what the world just said.
and I think I get it. I'm flying a lot.
people freak. But it's not like we
don't belong to power anyway.

Riding Out Fear

Mirror is one of the tools. When you're words, images, thoughts, spring from the soil are in the wind are the brook light mind perfect. when media synch. this is demonstrated. here. earth light, channelled upward. to crown. A psychic tour of this would be interesting. Visionarily, of course. I've echoed. I believe my petition has been accepted. Overwhelmed.

I Am Super

Light the Way

Once the inhabitation begins,
it does not flag-- this, burst
to bloom. Invokation.

Familiar approach,
lantern to void to
vibrate in bits. It strikes me that Jack thought in these terms.

Luz Come In

In prism of forms.
Every man a god,
with
Her.

Open

ruby writher,
sacrificed to infinity,
not all, but a drop,
and how laughable
the quivering fear,
That we'll not be...
A joke on me, by
me and not me.

by
the all and nothing
and non-existence in
existence. They only
seem paradox, but that
is just another part.

Abre to open, both from to
on---- both sides. Let
answer. An instruction.
Call and response.

caring for something,


Strength.
Remembering what
midwifed me into fullness.

Death. Drops all but the
essential. Drop all but
the essential, is what
IT SAYS.

fire bugs

This is what lights their sparks,
so if you try to fan embers,
they show.
There's a constellation
of raindrops on the branch
outside the window, catching
sunrise. Seven bright raindrops.
So they appear. Doing this
is craft. It's perceptual,
to build ways of expressing
intent to void. will to acquiescence.
tango to light fantastic. It's never
not been talking through. It's always
there. There at the edge of perception,
at the edge of attention.
constellation expands to twelve,
with the observer as thirteen, then
expands again to myriad, lit, and then
the constellation expands again to the infinite.
coven cast. think like a poet and move like
a dancer.

I lit fire. That initiation.

I knew the edge of dream
and body and spirit.

Spoke to the dead at even
intervals.

Phoenix.

Cut in.

Genius.

Phoenix.

Witchy Bitch.

Pheonix.

sigils cast,

moving,
constellations,

Phoenix.

snail horn eyes,
for the extension of
vision seeking beauty.

Springing free of
wrong beginnings,
to light symbolic
action, flame of intent.
All ritual is a language
and a beacon.

steps

the attempt to bridge

ritual, is, 

between perceptual

differences, languages

Context

surfers
chaos rises
make to catch
this document
swirls in
hidden,
available,
camouflage.
One imitates
the movement
of the stalked.

in

 here. Open the way.
 spirit takes
what it wants. it
don't care. But acquiescence,
 is surfing. we are ascending grace.
THIS. Catch Fire, blaze ear to ear
in the psycho/chaosphere.

Stop Spinning

Stop this bloody tango,
 the foolish antipathy, I relinquish the blade,
 the moment the cord
that binds me to the iniquity is cut. I sever it.
 Remove my curses from the one
with whom I danced, and remove
the obstacles from the path forward.
Nobody's bullshit, not even my own.
Spring free of wrong beginnings.

How,

Past haste

Earlimart - "Answers and Questions" music video from Lowell Northrop on Vimeo.

Hit sometimes with a nostalgia so intense and painful that tears well. Because there is a before and an after and there is a line, a bright red neon line slashed into a horizon in time. There is that moment. It's sunset which transforms into sunrise and each is a bright wound to the day and the night and also a strike right on through to the beyond-here. There are moments when you inhale the breath of infinity and exhale into the void, your whole being in a whisper. That's will. When you consolidate yourself to a point, density and entwined. It was a year of figuring stuff out. Why, then, nostalgia? I inhabit a very different place, but the hellscape I crossed -- that, I wished I'd not seen. Of course, nobody doesn't get to take the scenic route and I'm sure it fades. When a vision rises of the before, one that's very engulfing, the sense of not knowing is profound and feels unimaginable now. The feeling of not knowing is unbelievable. I wonder if I could be imagining that I didn't know. Maybe there was never a before. I suspect that in some way there wasn't. And this is enormity. I don't know when I knew, but I had to have. I sent the message to myself. The pool of serenity. That means a lot of things, though. Jung today: "it seemed to me I was living in an insane asylum of my own making. I went about with all these fantastic figures: centaurs, nymphs, satyrs, gods and goddesses, as though they were patients and I was analyzing them." That seems to be a feature of the insanity herein. The traffic in extraordinary which we experience in the mind of our pedestrian creature habits. Meanwhile, the most direful phantasmagoria is churned out of the vulgar absurdity at of the confluence of time and profound stupidity.

Her - Devestating

Her Devastating beauty,
to savage boundaries
exploding the limits of
perception, blinding light,
requires a different vision,
 intuition, lived invokation,
of the boundless
whiff incomprehensible --
she blows the doors off.
She's one crazy bitch
New paradigm destruction.

Lucinda, La Luz

Lucinda, her left hand
the East and her right
the West. Star of morning,
a ring of gold,
star of evening set in silver.
Day to be, night just beginning,
all the eyes of consciousness,
splay tendril the void.
Her crown, of stars and
cloak of all the glorious
light and dark washed
in scarlet incarnadine.
Lucinda, sky of diamonds
in her eyes. To catch.
Fire. Ignite, spin spark,
Lucinda, La Luz, embers
carried on zephyr,
at the edges of night.

The Rising

The tax of mind is gone the lien encumbering the house, gone. The top floor, come on up. I'm in like sin, raising the roof.