Now the miles gone
are gone. Light is needed.
breath is essential. there's
a sense of dread.
It's time becoming a play-
ground. Things get collapsed
to unqualified 'is'. too often.
popcorn in hot air.
empty carbs of the soul
dancing on life's razor-edge,
oblivion yawning on either
side. In this darkish, we
call La Luz. Your edge.
Kimicle Scarlet. sunset-
blooming to the hydra
Mind. Del West.
Multi-storied multi-ended-able.
It's time to finish it to begin.
this is the secret--become faceted.
This divining-- shards--
become faceted to become
the one with the million stories,
she whose crown contains the
millions writhing eyes of serpents.
I was shown that death is a vertical
stripe of red, so beautiful it de-necessitates
further.
Knowing lends beauty to much that
is otherwise intolerable.
We reform ourselves in so many ways,
so many times over.
Crypts kept. Venus returns from the dead.
Wasps. Hatching. Some are using the form.
Human and not. For both a stage.
There are at least two tribes. This seems
the message. Mars/Saturn Courage/Patience
tantric contact is required for light. In this case
Chiron gallops in as well. Omens for fire.
Our Lady.
The next Jupiter/Saturn conjunction is to be
the gateway. December 2020.
August 17 eclipse is huge as to power
for USA and D.
There are missing posters,
Chalciope, Medusa,
Medea. Most of the
possibilities were omitted.
A sentence is discreet (in).
Like moth wings. stir.
that keep the universe
astir. I'll make a story
for one mostly forgotten.
There will be the place
to jump back into mythic
time. Luz/Venus/Lulu
It's looking like a path
forward now, is through.
Change is that. Key,
unlock bondage of the
heart. Jack of hearts
had message, satiety.
If you draw a jack first
there is a message-
that, in the next card.
Recognize that your will is
also a part of the whole.
WF week 3c/Jc/2h
This might have to do
with the dermembering
I was reminded to do yesterday.
There is a Prestidigitation
about the coming eclipse
and the crypt keeper wasp
the omen of two degrees
of vindemaitrix
Edit. Cut in Colula.
Snap three. Through.
Whistling Song.
Dare a miracle. Audacious.
To keep as silent then, as a tree
falling in the wood, and as
eloquent as one hand clapping.
This is a very strange story,
entirely true and utterly false.
Every story that resonates,
began in the cave, a study of
shadows, because what they
suggest is life outside. Will
coalesces and mercury arrives,
I alone to tell the tale. Fulminate.
plaited-- the threads of the stories
dark and colored. Vision relies
on shadow to paint the details.
It begins with shadows, the
careful study of, until they
glow, scintillating, as the
object conflagrates, prism ignited.
It is.
Clown/Magician in the street
performing prestedigitations
After the Mercury call. Neon.
Choices still on the table?
Check ourbottle.
Stop rushing.
Nonsense, you say?
check the brezz.
if you take a moment,
the time will slow around the
rock in the current. Let rock ground.
Invoked messengers of all kinds. different
speeds/tracks.
Dancing with myself.
We do fine, the lot.
A series of strangely
hard to do movements.
neural deprog.
1. petting the dogs
both directions.
(seriously.)
IDK.
Winged Mercury
declares: It's fun,
and games. The
dogs howled in
sleep agreement.
In Capricorn,
Direct. Earthing.
Love Buzz. Raining
in the desert. Mojave-
Sunset. Facing yourself
was always going to
be. the bare minimum
cost of consciousness.
Think how tiny that is.
Outside the walls of
self? Eternity. You
Invoke to this moment.
Years long in arrival.
This channel, don't worry
about how it works. It's a
space/time thing that we
both, you and I, understand.
Trust me. We do.
The messages are coming in.
They are speaking in
volumes- opening deep
channels into body
voice
rainbow
serpent song
in that order. ^
arrow heavenward.
beautiful tricks-- poetry.
don't ask me because you
probably don't want to know.
But, baby, if you do end up asking-
Be prepared for the absolute certainty
that something will show up to see, dear,
if you are well and truly game, saints, angels,
Uncle very bright showed up for a mind-blow.
There's this, and it's about time, sense of, pretty.....
Holy rainbow, and light and pure radiance. To earth.
It will take the patience to bring visions into being, now.
It takes a lot to put together the ingredients for moments such
as these. Lining up for as long as I can remember. The document
which I, today, reopen, is the myth. And the only way to get at the myth-
structure- is to embrace the chaos. Read the Jung bookmark. Part of the point
this cycle is putting away the old archetypes. Hag. Maiden. Which,witch, which?
I've no idea how anyone would come to this exact ebb, but then, strange things are tending
to happen.
happen.
let it happen.
this is the time echo. co-extant with this as
heat comes on. channels.
Simultaneaty of lived experience
thousand-fold meditation on the vast
vast multi-splendor of existence. Miracle.
In every single living thing. Embodying both
is its own protection, healing the divides and seeing
this is the dance as much as any other part. I can't begin.
to explain, so a lot of the message depends upon the clarity
of the messenger. He would say "evidence of treatment is evidence of damage."
Breath. Take a walk through the other times. Go into your archives, and see what you placed there.
You sent messages all of the time, which helps not at all if you don't pay attention. That's the ground.
astrological message is voluminous, somehow. If you are constructing something to move through dp
you have to allow for some strange eddies to .....
does stranger/strangeness a Cassandra make?
to be sure it's an odd channel.
open channel. Dogon wise.
just let it. simplicity.
it was never not
going to be
weird.
dissonance. Cognate.
there are different baptisms.
do you remember that?
who am I?
ghosts.
it started to rain.
as long as you can
think and as long as you
can feel, that is the ritual.......
Some myths die hard. They outlast everything else.
Cassandra should have kept her trap shut.
She should have known being right
would have to be enough. Nobody.
Hears anything they don't want to.
She had just defied the human way,
and listened to what was plain to hear,
for those with ears.
To will, to dare, and to keep silent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsfvdGjL4Yo
I've been at it a long time, she now points out to me.
There wasn't a period when I wasn't honing some part,
Having reached a rise, one can see the trail below/behind
Escalator star ship is a bloom of spark.
How do we read the vibrations in events, except by recreating them? Grasping a sensual bit of it, and somehow letting it infuse. This is part of the lesson of it.
The idea may have been sown with the stalker by things I instigated.
She shows.
Gravity Wave, Venus.
Today, the call goes out
19.
t on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say—and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple—To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
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.
Navigation at speed,
in a shifting reality,
disorientation a
feature of the world.
innocence was, it's
own abomination,
there is no glory in
that unearned original
perfection of never
knowing need.
Invoke Mojave, now
these moments--
find that sun, surely
he waits atomic.
Resow seeds of
the virus of light.
I would there were words
to express the sublimity--
so loving the world as to
be torn by every pang of
every creature ever to
perceive. That is the
lining. All living is
awareness, our dance
in matter, particular.
Stir soul, stir electric
the serpent. To fly is
to swim and to burn is to become stone
all of it eventually,
you know the story of
the prism and the rose.
You're seeing with the
thousand eyes dancing.
I
saw smoke again this morn,
as I have not in three years,
It's my having burned again.
Amarylis December burst,
as did I. Crowning.
three days now, the flower
I could never have foreseen.
the key to the kingdom
is nigh. Strange days,
and still, I stare into the
void. to hold that mirror
steady is a feat. Must
watch to the end.
Walk in the valley
see the reflection
of full moon in
rainwater at the
crossroads, dark
cometh, the night
where my strange
faces dance in
hollows darker
baile, shades,
spirits, devils
kin-- baile.
Some things you
can add but can't
take away, while
with others--
the opposite is true
Measure twice.
Inevitablility, as sure as death.
So much impossible becomes.
Will is the constant. Cleave.
Create context to grab chaos.
No part is discreet. This is the
instruction. The clowns are
here. The intensity of reality,
that is the craving. it's razor's
edge. You'll not fail fate.
This scourge not given lightly.
Flip side twin peaks.
two cups of water
balance
and alchemy
the twins
harmony
tricked to fruition
Pretty words my blades.
Through the darkness of
future's past
the magician
longs to see,
one chants out
between two worlds
fire, walk with me.
Flame is Our Lady.
Flame is Her Hair
I am the Bird of Flame
Walk With Me.
It's clear now, seeded.
When it blooms, there was
no wasted time. I'm crowned.
It is clear why the whore
is sacred. It's clear.
New Black Lunar Mansion.
Seeded.
La luz as Serpent rises up the spine. She
dances through. This is the invokation.
Flame is our Lady. Flame is Her hair.
I am the bird of Flame. Phoenix.
Conflagrations, dance, invokation,
are a process to be savored in loving awareness.
The Scarlet practice, lunar tuned in the
body-electric, razor walk of woman,
to be multiplied by strange fate of the body.
To thus embody the Absolute.
Sacrifice is scintillating flesh
alight with Infinitude. That is
the instruction, become by
becoming:
The time of regeneration begins,
in dark and underearth, it flares
elemental synthesis. Dredging
the forsaken places to haul forth
phantasms of lives that never
began and those that burned.
These are our informants. Nights
we hunt dreams. This dream
I cast spells with the cards but
I don't remember what for. I know
it's for a future whose vague promise
I have lived for even as that dim
light remained at a never-nearer
horizon.
I think of a couple I saw.
She was bleached blonde
with panda eyes and too young to
know that he's useless. It's possible
that everyone has been thus far,
and she's hoping for that one who
won't be actively evil. Tall order.
Time to die a thousand times.
At East End
the sun rises over the crossroad.
Day flows through
no stop.
West End Pearson,
evening star exceeds the setting
sun. Dark returns.
The Black Mansion of
Our Lady, Temple of the Stars
of Morning and Evening, Portal
to the Spirit Side, declared hereby,
purchased clear of the archons,
this Palace of the Rainbow of Day,
and the Rainbow of Dark,
this Humble Dias of La Luz,
the Sanctuary of the Rose,
This Sacristy Inviolate of
the Queen of Fire, Interlopers
must to Pyre, sacrifice to Her.
Ne Vile Fano. Those who enter
with
bad intent will have it turn
against
them, and their children
and their
children's children.
This is the Basilica
of the Black Hole
and Prism. Purify.
Sanctify. Resonate. Star for a beacon. Lulu Diamond
Heart of a Centuar. Our Lord
hums and murmurs.
Sassafrass sunset and a burnt sugar halo,
ubiquitous sweet. Our minds are shiny now
slick, slow and seething. It's thousands of eyes
in simultaneous present viewing multiple dimensions
It's a flood and a rush and thunder and lightning--
very very frightening, so you'll have to let go.
The world as we received it was too small,
such that by our existence we must expand it
to encompass. This is why the wrong lust is so.
the being is the task. Fire has many forms.
Every critter having the amount of skullgoop
to tan its own hide. Or perhaps to do otherwise.
The air sparkles this day in the sunlight,
so cold and bright and all is aswirl in tiny crystals
to arrest oneself on occasion in the beauty
to hold ideas lightly, paradox sampler
Conjure-self is won.
Your own best trick. Phosphoresce hue.
Somehow the coffin
goes. You let it go.
those are demons --
and they are finished.
(neatly metaphorized)
Burial is the best.
fire burn cauldron bubble.
Xanadu double
on honeydew fed and
drunk milk of paradise.
that's a time travel bit
strange tricks we play
fractured, you have
more lens/facets
Perseus/Salome
she's slayer of Perseus
embedded. Mirror/shield
Medusa is not negated,
just one degree recoursant
that degree to the stars
Invoked, we live invokation
spirits house to haunt and
temple to the ineffable beauty
-- in spite of, because of --
its dark quantity. Soul's
quasar song of creation rises
from the seed of its destruction
In every way like rocket science.
Love requires the hard-won
strange-sweet and knowing. Alters and alters not,
alteration conquered
forward is often through.
It's a transubstantiation tango, this.
sunrise insanguination,
exsanguinating it also sets
darkside face shows spark
to divinity, the contrast stitch,
the cut, the knife's edge--
etched through with knowing
born of sacrifice. You have to
Tear your colors out of Black.
if you would see them
dark and light are flip sides
of the rainbow.
rgb cmyk curious poetry the explanation. Suppositions,
and orientation. strange scriptures.
the myth part gets dark Iris is the flower of Walla
Those tracks have been here
a while. spooky as all get out.
teaching and learning are two
sides of the whole.
Love has more ghosts than practitioners
strangest stories are those about love,
Taboo. such dark matter that entwines
dark part to dark mirror hold candle.
He dreamt of one mind.
psychic. union ritual.
Crossroads and Jumpin' Jack.
The night of shocking
union. The Magician and
the Devil in their dance
of creation. Trickster.
The official version is this
ol' Jack, pirate, daredevil,
lighting the Mojave as he
went off in green flame
in his bid to create the
homonculous -- nobody
knew why. The other
explanation is the more
mysterious.
San Cypriano to the dark
bids remember this world
let your light shine
You see more now and it
won't always gloss pretty
but you'll see beauty
you don't get one without
the other.
Surrender Lulu.
The best way to do magic
is to become it. The thing
Itself. The dance. That
channel is holy.
thousand-eyed she arrives
from the four directions
she transmutes the elements
life through the perfection
of balance. Allow it
to move through you.
the ritual is no ritual though
you may even employ a pastiche
of ritual. the tarot union.
dance the spirit use anything
that arrises.
I invoke La Luz through
my other half whom I
perfect to prism and
vessel. Made whole
through me. Connect.
Clear channel. The tarot
of union. This just locked.
I made a decision. I take
responsibility. I decided
to make the wound heal.
Great clarity is necessary
Healing a wound does
truly return one to
fluidity, motion, tensegrity.
the weakened condition is
conquered through supple
toughness. Excess is burned
for beauty. This it the
phoenix. Look with all the eyes you just put on.
The beginning of this
was understanding
wisdom is the awareness
that often we suffer
the faults of others
every single one of us.
Explosive beauty. Jack's
back ol' Jack that dear devil.
No dull boy. He's still laughing,
may go on doing. What do you
go by. I can go by Shiva,
there are a lot of doors. they have
characters. precision is better.
It came together.
my will and the elements
big trouble in little china
Sure, trickster, pot and kettle.
that maneuver at the cross?
Little wicked this way comes.
but that's how we roll.
It's a question of style,
riddler-wise. Shukra. see?
think through the clues.
both sides of the coin. La Luz.
Brings the dead back
that's a dark-lined tale
there's great beauty. we are
an order. the ones who
burn from within. You saw,
there are those who seek to
create gold from base metals,
and those who seek to become golden.
Bob is wound up. I invoked a great
great mob this morning. The myth.
polish to point. use the multifacets,
it's about a mergent remergent emergence
warpcycled. That trippy ass shit with
the incubus. You already saw it
the thing that went down at cross.
tarot ritual. you're starting to put it.
Sparrow. falling into place. not
outside our father's caring. Coming
in simultaneous channels. Zelda
of the West is coming back on the scene.
She's a tough nut. to do this easy
just open that shell.
Weird little witch.
There. I said it. somehow
funnier than you'd think. highjinks
are on the rise -- it's a party on the other side. Gnosis is getting
loose. There's a lot of laughter.
Those clowns we let loose?
who didn't get that? The
orange president? Mariah?
Weird. Yeah. Present company.
The eccentric part isn't really
an affectation. it's the texture.
you kindle stunningly. the beaus
all know. looking at the paintings.
unfocused light just at the edge of
being where the spirits come and go
blue of winter snow.
This time travel to weave a web
tight. Spells bleeding together.
Cast long is cast wide and well. "The mind enters itself, and God the mind, And one is One, free in the tearing wind." "THE velocity of velocities arrives in starting." Mina Loy
Fireworks and computer glow
Theres a nighttime rainbow spread on the sky
The end of a most extraordinary year. I'm new.
Gratitude to the wonder that is creation.
Baptism by fire is the way of the bird of flame.
Thank David for the lines. I hear just fine.
Large heart shaped diamonds are on the altar,
My love came back after sojourning in a dark world.
The dark lining is a part of everything.
It's all fun and games until it's terrifying and
Beautiful.
No extraordinary word will work. Nothing suffices.
Incant, enchant.
This year is to show the sky what heaven is.
I have begun this year having forged a heart.
It burst to bloom supernova under fireworks.
I've been given the most incendiary omen
for a phoenix. This song contains the description.
This is a little snip it would seem, of the clown,
tricky tricky one this round the sun. Don't let the
dark parts overshadow the twinkle in the eye.
The strange--- it's a little tilted---
went into overdrive. We are where we need to be.
We'll get what we seek.
Love. Is a bird. Phoenix.
Out on webs. Will link later.
Perfume and candle.
the Magician gifted a spontaneous
outpouring of magic is astounded
the generosity is humbling.
Plucking light back out from the
descent into darkness is sorceric
The descent of Venus into dark
As Mariah Carrie failed bigly.
You're time traveling today
and it's consolidating the power.
