Occult Fan

Master no Self

Praxis

she kisses my mouth

I lick her wet lips

she straddles my frame

I board her ship

she offers her soul

to bridge the darkrift

look in her eyes

is how I survive

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First Picture of You

Faces

Rosicrucian

This evening I’ve joined the Rosicrucians.

I will begin my studies proper this Thursday evening.

My first Masonic ring (Solomon’s Ring) came today, as well.

As Lewis Carroll would write in his private diary (how things have changed!):

I mark this day with a white stone.

Joining York Rite soon, as well… my spiritual development is well under way.

Lulling Byes

so sing me to sleep

where this day I will die

soothe me like a mother

your sweet last lullaby

kiss me with care

it’s ok for us to cry

not everything is perfect dear

much less you, far less I

so bury me in roses

pearls, teeth, and sighs

underneath this burning birch

where many men have died

take me in your arms

bury me beneath these tides

swallow me corpse, ocean of dirt

your dark final lullaby

all I could want

is to be a mirror in your eyes

sing me your song

soothe me while I bye

Christmas Chai-Choos

bright eyes and wisdom

belie eternal lessons

that cannot be taught

 

first picture of you

maiden and muse to lure

ocean to the moon

 

child’s toy lantern

play of shimmering diamond

sparkles the water

 

am I tricksy fox?

or foxy trickster? DELIGHT!

all life is a dance!

 

wild traveler

high priestess who sees beyond

walls that fools do build

 

kind and so aware

when time shall come to have passed

from Ma’at will rise

 

no broken machine –

care to hear my Samwise voice?

-nods the head three times-

 

Hey! I’m walkin’ here!

no time to worry right now

too busy building!

 

I fell off flat earth

now let’s watch tentacle porn

it’s my pet chemtrail

 

daughter of the earth

in my smile the wild wood

know what lies below

 

my looks may deceive

though easy, to real eyes that see

I am made of light

 

darkness is my dance

in my shadows I entwine

I’ll take you under

 

I carry deep within

the nurturing wisdom of

ten thousand mothers

 

space is an altar

archetypes play the lyre

shine on, secret sun

 

her loving guidance

big sister does take my hand

teaches me deep strength

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Lily Foxy Tango

Just give me your shimmer

Just give me your shine

Just give my your love

Just one more time

 

I know that you hurt

I know that you cry

I know that I’d stop it

I know you won’t try

 

A faint desire is not the rude discourse of the forbidden

The fact you fail is in your foundation of acting victim

A strength you could possess if you only pried

The prison is a treasure chest it’s the same for you inside

 

And you’re fading

 

A sweet desire, the will to turn right and run

The truth you gave up on your own future’s vision

A loss that cannot be recovered, and never denied

The sweetness you killed in the mirror before your eyes

 

Just give me your shimmer

Just give me your shine

Just give my your love

Just one more time

 

I know that you hurt

I know that you cry

I know that I’d stop it

I know you won’t try

 

On Selling One’s Soul

I know there’s a funny little game (for fame) that I could play play play

 

But I’m really not that game game game game game

 

No shame for the hunted, but that life is too shunted I’d rather live free with a moral responsibility

 

than to give it all away for a price that’s insane

Fiat Lux

Some quick thoughts on light, manifestation, society, and imagination, which of course leads to mass-consciousness.

That which is infomed in our mind, as Tool utilizes on Third Eye – fittingly – for the third eye is photoreceptive to higher information levels and datum – which in turn, as Eliphas Levi notes is what we use to manifest in this realm of third dimension –

Levi: “the imagination of the adept is diaphonous, whilst that of the uninitiated is opaque”. *

Intention surely matters as much as clarity – the latter denotes the ability for the lens to reflect the starlight, the former in to what the manifestation will bring, and with accordance, establishing in this realm either more liberation or more tyranny…

I consider myself a builder of light, and a bringer of light, but one that sheds the technocratic ‘grudge-like’ mentality of controlling ‘all and everything’ – in favor of a most-scientific and permaculture-based modality of well-being for our entire human family.

Not all is love and light unless it is true and pure – not some marketing mechanism nor that of social control and ManipuKation (manipulative education / ‘Hey, teacher! Leave them Kids alone!’).

I’m far more in favoure of teaching Transcendental Meditation to all children, and permaculture, and all the disparate world myths which combine in to one true world religion of Humanity.

I know there are the Brotherhoods of the Right and Brotherhoods of the Left. The Left hand paths will eat themselves, it is the only inevitable conclusion; Those of the Right ARE Correct and Right, and it is this modality of Lucifer of which I speak.

Tremble not and doubt not, this is the archetype form the ground up, up the mountain, in to heaven again – and that is enough for now, suffice to end with a Joseph Campbell quote, a warning of sorts, in the spirit of Nikola Tesla, in fact, and it is thus:

“What then is the Wasteland? It is the land where myth is patterned by authority, not emergent from life; where there is no poet’s eye to see, no adventure to be lived, where all is set for all and forever… utopia!”

True progress requires continual work, for what progress truly is, as Bilbo knows, is a journey and a return – a ‘return to innocence’, to nature, and to the paths tread by the TrueHearted.

and I’ll add https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCyj4_csGP4 so thanks to Pursuit of Happiness as well.

thanks to Charlotte C for that (her blog here http://alchemical-weddings.com/alchemical-weddings/the-mysteries-of-magic

 

P.S. This seems relevant – I’ll need to get my hands on this https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt1ps33cv.9?seq=1#metadata_info_tab_contents