the vine of vision

7/30/2019 The Vine of Vision

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The Call

And who would walk this way with me,creature of shadow and dark repose,

who yet yearns to feel the warmth of a human heart.

The caress that calls the blood to flow, the breath to quicken,the breath dissolving the flesh in rapture, an angel passing between us.

Skin soft, warm, bathed in nectar as onward we spiral.For I have dreamed and in that dream a voice

reaches out towards me in welcome.

Casting new shapes and patterns before my eyes,

shapes yet hard of surface, begin to yield,soften, flow in liquid curves,

undulating as surface meets surface,moistens, liquifies and flows to a greater depth.

Shadows pass leaving a silven moon.Upon a hilltop amidst a forest glade,

the purple legion of night around and between us.The dark silhouette of arboreal forms.

A stream wending its way across rocky terrain in questof its continuance, its source, its end.

For in truth we stand alone, and yet a time,a one whose heart beats to a similar tune.

A thought echoed across the aethyrs. The call of natures horn,that her creatures know of rapture and repose.

To what surface does this call?And from what depth comes forth the answer?

To you who walks in beauty these words, these echoes are sent.

Shapes born of ink and wrought in thought.Each one bearing within itself a heart beat, a dream, a vision.

Long may we walk in shadows, perchance that daylight beckons.And with this passing thought I bid thee adieu.


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Time & Again

Once A whisper caught upon a breezeA murmur heard within the darkA glimpse etched in thorns

A cry cast upon ears deafenedA plea unheeded

Now A whisper unheardA murmur eternalA glimpse cast upon a skin of amberA cry of a heart emptiedA plea an ocean of dreams

Shadows, dreams, but echoes, pass along corridors unending.Thoughts, architects of sorrow lay their stones and upon foundations crumbling thistower is raised, washed within amniotic oceans embrace.Caressed by starlight. Nurtured by Moons light. Cursed by the day star.

Time again and yet again

Once Within a golden city he caught a glimpse of herEyes bruised in the beholdingUpon a hill beneath the moon he held her, tremblingHeart entranced by ardour and painBeneath the ocean he reached for herGrasped her hand and was lost to the waves

Upon a starbeam they danced within the embrace of fairest Artemis,she a ladye fair cloaked in lace of white, he a jester gold and black.

Now Shadows resolve into emptiness. Whispers to silence.Vision to the void. The heart a burning ground.The mind but a dim reflection. The body kindling for the fire.



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The promise of a love. The promise of a life. Ashes cast upon waters turned tovenom. And yet this heart knows beauty, this mind knows truth.And within that noble temple does reside.And now the call is sent forth upon aethyrs devoid of life,Entranced by ardour grown sour, a fruit plucked corrupt.

Once Hopes golden sands beneath a violet moonA starlit city of dreaming domesAn ocean of promiseAn eternity of dream

Now Carbon ash burnt beneath a blood red moonMiasmas of corruption sow seeds of despair

A barren wastelandA fixed moment


The dreaming moment evolves, unfolds, and in its turning the stars do spin

The lambent light rejoices. The enslaved are freed.The joyless know ecstasy. The innocent are absolved

Once A dream beheldA call sent forthAn answer issuedA mystery unfolding

Now A dream made fleshA call yet echoes upon the aethyrsAn answer yet unfoldingA mystery inviolate

The son of the starbeam dreams and knows freedom



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Naamah

Golden thread around heart entwinedVisage of palest gold bleached by bloodDarkest barb, venom sweet

Vision of light shadowed by blood moonStep by step the pageant unfoldsEmbrace, melt into raptureDissolve into bliss denied

Pale golden one a kiss upon thy browA caress upon breast of softest silkEntwine limbs slick with sweatHeat dissolves fleshBreath dissolves thoughtPassion dissolves the heartUnion dissolves life

Blood flows from wounds deep as timeSemen rises caught in a cup of softest velvet between golden thighsBreath quickens and dissolves in rapture sweetBreath stills in the velvet shroud of darkest midnight

Cascading thought tumbles into oblivion, servant of timeNaamah golden one mistress of time, servant of none

Shapes born of desire replace the tapestry of lifeLife bows to death her masterThrough silven forests does she dance beneath pale HecateLoose thy arrows desolate one, pierce flesh spent in passionGolden nectar flows through limbs brokenDarkest venom courses through veins burned upon thy pyre

One kiss granted, benedictionOne kiss denied, eternal longing

Reflection, dark shadows arise, a mist of amber stained blood redLightning burns eyes long wearyThunder subdues heart quenched in fireGaze deep into the mirror of thy mindDraw deeply from the well of thy heartBroken vessel leaking blood into sand unheeding

Once a garden pure where innocence was bornLeaf and stem embraced in loveOnce an earth mother to her children


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Cradled in loving armsOnce starlight dissolved the vacuum of spaceA thousand angels voices arched in ecstasyOnce life pierced the veil of timeThe tapestry woven thread by thread

Across the mountains of the moon did we walk my love and iTaking our rest within the vale of AphroditeInto the boundary lands did we stepUpon a plain of golden sand the bones of all who went beforeBeneath our sun we walk ebon rays shining forthDissolving all that has been and will beCreation unmade upon the plain of truth unfolding

Namrael fairest maidenSamael desolate oneHand in hand each step a drop of blood released upon the aethyrsAnd in the last of daysTwo grigori walk upon the earthAnd they shall die

Yglas Naamah Yglas Isheth Yglas Ygrat

Yglas Lilitu Ben GrigoriEvohe Evohe Evohe

Ast Innui Khephri Vos

Ahdi Ypres Grigori

Selim Ast Nobilis

Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast

Portus Lucis Noir

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The Serpents Kiss

In solitude is the ocean churnedBarren waste turned fertile at her passingBut one kiss imparted and the world is turned

Coiled serpent thou art beauteous in thy risingPiercing the veil of dark Maras domainBathed in nectar sweet art thy loverWho but for one kiss one embraceWould leave this wasteland of times passing

Thou risest unto the realm of matter

Infinite coils of raptures passing pierced by thy ecstasy

Yet still thou risest unto the palace of the sun thy handmaidenBeauty in the trance that enraptures theeThe void but spins coalesces into myriad forms of resplendent being

Thou risest yet unto the dwelling place of natures heartCast adrift upon the secrets of thy longing

A heart emptied yet filled by thy ecstasies

Unto the palace of knowledge yet still thou risestCasting off form and entering the bliss which art thy beingThy handmaidens attend thee as from the void dost thou rise resplendent in thyglory

Yet further art thy coils to rise entering the palace of thy beingCaught up in thy embrace an eternity passing in but a moment

Now am I passed now am I no more as onward thou coursestI but a shimmering scale upon thy bodyAn echo of thy passingStanding before the gateway of eternityBreath Mind and Body dissolved in thy presenceBut for one kiss one embrace wouldst I die


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Nemesis

A Tale Of Beginnings

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Long had it been here, yet of its origins, none could tell.At night beneath the stars its cry was heard rising

upwards from the depths of the earth.

Only when radiant Diana traversed the firmamentwas its voice still and at ease. At this time

it slumbered, dreamed and waited.

Waited for the time of Ascension, for it had been left behind.Buried far beneath the surface of this barren world,

to witness the passing of Aeons, awaiting themoment, when it would dream no more.

Born of chaos, a cipher of yearning and redemption, of shadows and the time beforethe echoes began. It stood witness, mute and unreconciled. Of companions it had

known but one, one it dreamed of often, and of the time it had been left here,abandoned, to witness the passing of aeons in lonely isolation. Its purposeuncertain, its only certainty, the loneliness it keenly felt, increasing with thepassing of each moment, moments etched upon the fabric of its soul. Yes it had asoul, for it was the very first of things to emerge from the void, during the timewhen the echoes began and Magick was sent forth to work its wonder and mystery.

By day it mused, for its memory was intact despite the immense passage of time ithad been here, here within the corrosive fields of form, form it had been denied more

than once and yet it existed, a twilight state of consciousness.

At night it sang to itself, a doleful song more reminiscent of tears than the elevationof the spirit normally associated with this act. Only on nights when pale Dianawove her way through the tapestry of night spangled stars did it know rest, did itdream rapturously, know repose, devoid of memory, loss and yearning.

Before the time of its abandonment, in the first days of its memories it had known

freedom. When upon emerging from the void it had coursed through the firmament,alighting here and there on its quest for learning and fulfillment.


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For it was a spirit of curiosity and had the power to make flesh its desires. Longaeons had it traversed the void in this way, witnessing the passage of time and theevents that unfolded. Its greatest joy was to witness the violent turbulence withinthe gaseous fields out of which the stars themselves emerged. In its passing it hadwitnessed the first of these to be born and doubtless would witness the last.

Alighting on new worlds it took delight in the unfolding ecology, first the flora, fromthe lichens through to the majesty of arboreal forms, then latterly, after whatseemed an age the fauna, first crawling forth from fecund marsh and pool untilfinally gaining ascendancy upon pinions that carried it forward and onward into itstremulous future. At this point it would leave in search of new wonders to behold,leaving little if any trace of its presence upon the world it now left. Its curiositywas insatiable and its memories, each and every one of them it held to its breast,lovingly and completely, savouring each tiny morsel, each nuance and possibility,

for its imagination was boundless.

It learned simple things, the passage of comets across the void, the star clouds andtheir turbulence, the play of light across tree tops, the movement of water and thereflections it carried. Of the sentient lifeforms that rose into Self Consciousness itknew little, for of these it was afraid, not for itself but for the force and destiny itperceived in them. A destiny it had witnessed more than once, as life unfoldingturned upon its axis and returned to the void from whence it came, such splendour,

such possibilities completed in but a moment, a gasp within a womb of light whichthen returned to shadows and the dark time.

Though it is true it had no form of its own, it had skills, amongst these were itsshape shifting abilities. As it alighted upon worlds it would assume a passing shape,sometimes held for the duration of its stay, sometimes the first in a series that itwould adopt over the course of time. It was reluctant to assume these shapes, forwith the assumption of each new form it lost its ability to remember what it was in

itself, as the cascade of multiple forms assailed its ever diminishing sense of self.

Some shapes it remembered more than others, one which delighted it immensely wasthe time it had spent an entire season amidst a canopy of green, noticing only thecycle of light, wind and moisture until finally falling one day to the valley floorbeneath. Also the time it spent coursing across the heavens, its pinions unfurled tothe breeze, carrying it aloft upon thermal currents, at this time it knew the being ofa predator, eyes alert for the slightest movement below and then the joy of the huntand kill, when it would gorge itself on flesh, fur and blood.

Or the times it met with Death in one guise or another, as a light beam burning upwithin its own ecstasy, as a meal for another, and then it remembered the time when


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it to had fed upon the lives of others. As a passing thought, more felt than cognitivewhen it would experience its blooming, its seeding and demise in the passing of abreath.

All this and more it had known and would continue to know, for even death held no

dominion over it. And yet of its true form it had little if any recollection and for thisreason it could be heard, in the depths of its sorrow, casting a plaintive song uponthe air, meeting ears that knew it not.

II

And what of now, buried beneath the surface of this barren world? How had it cometo this? How after an eternity of freedom was it in this place and time? It did not

know, all it knew was now and the memories that haunted it and left in their wakebitter sweet torment. Yet in its dreams it sort the means of achieving its freedom,for it knew it was a prisoner, why else the incarceration, the pressure, thecontinuous darkness, unrelieved by even a moment of light, of hope? And in itsdreams it travelled, took shape and form out of the very aethyr itself, and with thisform it sought escape. Once it dreamed of a pale creature, Damiana by name, wholike it lay within an earthen grave, awaiting freedom. And what of her story? In thisform it had been enraptured and tutored in the ways of the flesh, once and once only

did it know of this, for it had been captivated and as a result captured within theflux of passion, something it could not resist. This had been its only human form forit shunned sentient life that had developed the sin of self awareness. An awarenessthat acid like stripped the soul of its simplicity and innocence. Yet before the time ofits incarceration it had occasionally visited mortals within their dreams, whisperingwords of vision and delight into their hazy and bemused minds, for it would warn,would protect where it perceived the light of hope and beauty and would seek tonurture this. Had this been its error? This, that it now suffered far beneath its

burden of clay?

And yet with an inner awareness, born of hope, it knew its time here was short andwith this knowledge, this certainty it came to a new sense of contentment and peace.A peace, a noble peace, which it would cherish long after its release, for this wouldcome. So now it waited and witnessed, alone in the dark. Its being a testimonial ofall that unfolded, a cipher, a whisper upon the breeze, gossamer thin and sensitive.

What of the one who had left it here? Abandoned it to its fate and incarceration?

Where was that one now? Musing within halls of splendour, one, alone andundivided, for its cipher had proven itself a curse. A curse it now banished, hadbanished millennia ago, it thought little upon the fate of this one for it was not


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given to thought. For it had churned the ocean of the void and had little thought for,what was to it the nameless abomination that had first stirred and taken its freedomflight into mystery, this abortion was not of its nature nor of its choosing. Longaeons it had pursued this evasive creature, which turned and twisted with eachencounter. In the early days it had a fondness for its waywardness but this soon

turned to tedium and it would have no more of it. Banish it, incarcerate it where itcould do little if any further harm. Such was its justice, such was its sentence,inviolate and final. No compassion, forgiveness or understanding for these werequalities unknown to it.

And so it sang its plaintive song, alone and unredeemed, casting its cry upon theaethyrs, dreaming of the time of its release from this curse that held it bound withinits soul.

And then the dark time, when it was permitted rest, to dream and pass beyond itsprison walls and upon the wings of perception once more take flight. Its soft bodynow bound by flesh and feather, alight upon the air, it falters, falls to the ground farbeneath it and rests, its heart beating fiercely within its breast, the sun beatingremorselessly upon its exposed body. She appears a being clothed in light, lithe andyouthful, a dance within each of her steps, a sparkle of life within her tender eyes.Pauses, sees the small creature beneath her, stoops down to cup it in gentle hands,holds it to her breast, breathes life into it and holds it aloft. This but a passing

moment and yet in this time it knew love, a passing memory now carried, nowcherished as onward and upwards it courses, remembering the one who held ittenderly for but a brief time.

Would it know love again? Would it share in the delight of belonging? Would itcare and be cared for? This it doubted for it knew itself to be alien, to be different,shunned, taking but brief anaesthetic moments of release within the forms itborrowed. Forms which held it tenuously for a season and then no more. In the time

of echoes it had known turbulence and pain, the birth pangs of form emerging fromthe void to bear witness to the passing of time. At first the echoes had been gentle,stirring the strings of form with the force of a concentrated will, that in its dreamshad formulated it, coaxed it into becoming and finally upon its release had cursed itfor an abomination. It, the first of things denied its heritage, its form, to be castadrift and denied, this was its pain, its penance, its curse. Yet it sought retribution,would deny where it had been denied, would escape the unrelenting hatred it feltfrom its creator, it the very first of things, noble, true and loving within its nature,a loving now, by the alchemy of time had turned to vitriol, which in burning its

flesh, burnt that which it touched. This its promise to all that lived and knew form.It would oppose, it would witness, awaiting the day of freedom. In its heart ofhearts it took unto itself a name, a name it would share with none.


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III

On a night of storms did it feel its burden lift, the earth encasing it, move, as grainby grain, memory by memory it shed its curse. It had been redeemed. The memories,the forms that bound it cascaded from it like water crashing downwards to a pool

far below. It spiralled, unfurled and uttered its name for the very first time, and forthe last. And as the echo, for it was now of that order, was sent forth, it burst into acolumn of light, ascended and as a witness, contained historys passing along thelength of its now immense form, rising upwards, ever upwards into the heavens andpassing downwards into the caverns deep within this world of form. Thus was theLord of Light reborn upon the plane of life. And how had it been released, redeemed,it, that had only known of the dark these long aeons?

By she who had once tenderly stooped and picked it up from the unyielding earth,

permitting its wings to unfurl and finally allowing it take flight. It was she whodown the ages, taking one mortal form, then another and another until, in this timeshe was again reborn.

She was its protector and had awaited its arrival within her awareness.

Many times she had believed its location and discovery were close, only to bedisappointed, time and time again. And then she had heard its cry, so reminiscent of

something, something she could not recall. As always, in this life she was kind andgentle and on the nights of Diana she prayed to her beneath the stars, her throatdrawn tight in the rapture of prayer, her body a cipher of supplication, of yearningand longing. Her voice uplifted by desire called forth the lady of night who in hermercy answered her in dreams, visions and the stirrings of memory.

Preparations were to be of the simplest, yet elegant. The night appointed, a nightwhen the mystic trine was formed between the huntress, the thief and the lord of the

void. Upon this night sheaved in a gown of water spun silk, she steps into the nightair, her body anointed with jasmine and rose, around her sigils of protection, ofpower and invokation dance. She climbs the rise, the breeze carrying night scentsand the perfume of her own body to her sharpening senses.

Arriving at the crest of the hill, pausing, looking skywards, stars sparkle acting as abackdrop to the sickle in their midst. She places the sigils of power and invokationat the cardinal points. North, the sigil of manifestation. South, the sigil of power.East, the sigil of spirit. West, the sigil of form. Above, the sigil of eternity, below,

the sigil of the moment. They formulate and dance finally come to rest, blazingupon the aethyrs in the form of the diamond body. Next the sigils of protection areplaced within the triangle of body, heart and mind. The triangle begins to spin and


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spiral within the diamond, interlocking until finally forming a nine pointed star, thestar of Diana herself.

Then did the aethyrs stir, a rainbow bridge is formed and along its path historyunfolds and at each point where the axis point vibrates with the presence, the form

of the one she seeks, a word is uttered, a simple word, for she alone knows its name.With each repetition the night air vibrates and is made rich with the perfumes oforange blossom and almond, mixed with the tang of oceanic depths and the vacuumof space. One hundred and thirty one times does she call its name, sending forth herbreath, her life and essence into the void. Silence.

Out of silence a crack of lightning rends the sky, the earth beneath vibrates withthunder that rolls like a leviathan across the landscape. The earth beneath her opensand a column of light rises and she is caught within its rising and enters its heart, a

still centre within the raging storm. In this way did she join her lord and lover,granting it form and gender of its own for she was its power and in their dance ofunion were they united and now go forth upon the earth from ecstasy to ecstasythrough the tapestry of appearance.

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The Hill Of Flint

Damiana Evohe

VesicaOrdo Templi Solus Noir

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Once upon a hill of flint beneath anocean of stars I called unto thee.Vision burned within eyes, palemirrors of thy glory and in the velvetsilence of midnight an answer came.

Now like one turned to ash beneaththy gaze I wander upon the shores ofnight. Shadows attend me, theirwhispers seductive yet bereft of life asthey turn upon the wheel of thybecoming. Errant shades caughtwithin a web of whispers. Burn theirpresence from my sight and grant thebenediction which is thine alone to

grant. Make of my body a sigil,celebrating thy presence and withinthy embrace might I reside until timeitself tumbles into memory, dullmirror of thy glory.Once within a lake of fire I called untothee and as my form evaporated into

thy breath did I rise purified, made whole in thy sight and yet a shadow cast uponmemories dull mirror. Flesh melted into a pool of amniotic mist. Blood boiled andbecame as liquid gold. Bone dissolved by thy acid touch and as thy kiss parted lipsparched did I ascend on thy breath. In that crucible was I formed and upon midnightseternal shore was I cast. Sent forth amongst the legions of the damned. Anathema toall I beheld. Witness and scribe cast thy spells upon the aethyrs. May thy body bethy pen, thy blood the very ink of inscription and upon the papyrus of life inscribethe axiomata of bliss.

Once beneath the ocean I called unto thee, reached out a hand and felt thine in mine,only to slip away. Was it but a moment ago that flesh met flesh and melded into asingle heart? Through eyes yet dim did I behold thee? With ears confounded by deceitdid I yet comprehend thee and upon my lips did I not taste of the nectar that drips,honeyed, from the petals of thy rose? Life steps briefly behind the veil of eternity,takes a bow and collapses into singularity. Waves resolve themselves into ripplesand as the reflection settles a new form arises, takes a stumbling step and thepageant unfolds.Once upon a summers breeze I called unto thee. Wings unfurled did I descend intothy embrace, felt thy heartbeat upon my breast and released an anguished sigh.


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Mistress of my soul I serve as a reflection of thy presence within the vale of tears.Thy whispered word a thunderous command. Thy desire a template of mine acts andthy form the vessel in which I travel across the aethyrs celebrating thy song ofrapture. The breeze rises to a scream and upon its echo do I now continue my questbeneath a field of golden stars, each bears witness to thy presence and in the

sanctuary of their hearts is thy judgement reflected upon the mirror of their minds.The four regents converged and therein I called unto thee, a whisper traveling downthe corridors of time, an echo bears witness to longing. Solve Et Coagula. Theaxiomata burn the aethyrs and mist rises, caught in lungs and sent forth asInvokation. Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast. The Archons and Vesicas gather,summoned from slumbers deep and rise upon pinions of starlight and between thevast reaches of space the stars whisper to each other. Bear witness o child of agesand rejoice, return to thy dreams cloaked in a mantle of

deepest midnight and walk invisible amongst the shadesthat attend thee.

Sic Transit Gloria Rosa Mundi. Make of my body atemple unto thy service. Make of my blood a river thatflows, constant to thy commands. Make of my tears anocean of prayer. Make of my breath incantations ofdesire and of my heart make a cauldron wherein theregents are conjoined in eternal rapture. Distil theprima mater and of this condense but a single drop andoffer this upon the altar as a benediction and votiveoffering unto thy name, Babalon the fair, maiden andwhore garbed in silk and gold, drunk upon the blood ofsaints and astride the beast of thy dominion. Ave Lilith.Ave Isheth. Ave Ygrat. Ave Naamah. Ave.

Twin pylons upon a desert plain of calcified bone. Twin

beacons upon the shores of night. Twin souls conjoinedin rapture, embraced by our holy lady. The rays of anebon sun bathes them in lustral light and venom poursforth upon the heads of all. Archon and Vesica, avatarsof the end of days. Seek them not in exotic climes orwithin the chambers of thine heart for they walkinvisible amongst thee. Purified by Ignis. Consecratedby Aqua. Cast upon Aethyr and manifest in Terra.Solus Noir and Lammae Rouge. Samael and Lilith.Archon and Vesica of Ordo Templi Solus Noir. Theflesh redeemed and made whole.


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And In Those Days It Was GivenUnto The False Prophets To SpreadThe Lie Sow The Seed Of DoubtDraw Aside The Veil And Reveal TheEnd Of Days

History written in your stars,unheeded.Your acts before your eyes, unheeded.You dwell within a garden, unheeded.Raised to beauty and splendour,unheeded.Blessed by innocence, unheeded.Granted dominion & responsibility,

unheeded.Freewill and choice, your conceit.Power in your world, hubris and lies.Shackled in prisons of your owncreation when freedom and mysterysurround you.Beauty in the wing of a butterfly,

majesty in the gait of the panther, innocence in the eyes of a child.

And yet ?Justice do we serve and our sister blesses us in her travails eternal. Look into themirror of your form, cast aside the veil of ignorance and know these as the end ofdays.

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Octave One

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Octave Five

The Portal of Lucidity

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Octave Six

The Realm of Otherness

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Octave Seven

The Dreaming Attention

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Octave Eight

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Octave Nine

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Octave Ten

The Manifestation of Ionthe

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Octave Eleven

Adrift Upon the Aethyrs

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Octave Twelve

Emergence Into Singularity

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Octave Thirteen

Dreamzone Three

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Liber Sigillum vel Daath

The Vision And The Void

A vision Of Thirteen Octaves

Consummate With The Whisperings Of Samael


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Epiphany

I sense the deep rich loam of the Earth, steaming, releasing its heat and perfumegathered by the day and its bright star.

A soft bed of bracken, gossamer soft, amidst which grasses and flowers in profusiongrow.

Above, a canopy of trees, serve as a bower. The night still, expectant. The distantsounds of bats aflight, winging their way through the nights celestial harmonies.The screech of an owl pierces the silence, echoes down the caverns of twilight.

The scents of foliage mix with that of the earth. And in this bower you lie. Naked

but for the garland of flowers and fern which adorn you, the torque of power aroundyour sweet neck and rings upon fingers and toes. Your body, slick with the perfumesof musk and the heat of your body. Beads of sweet, rivulets cascade across skinpulsing with desire. The sigils of power etched in flesh, tender and yielding.

Moonlight illuminates you casting its pale, silven hue across the contours of yourbody. Starlight reflected in your beautiful eyes reaches outwards and bathes thescene in a soft lambent glow.

As a child of the Earth you are embraced and carried aloft within the arms of theGoddess, who in her rapture causes your body to arch, expectant and soft moans toescape your lips. A mist begins to form all about, catching the silven rays of Moonand Starlight.

The rapture rises and in the rising of your heat your body sings, a faery paean,causing the very fabric of the scene to ripple, for you are rising in your power,

enraptured.

This, all this I see until the song and the perfumes become an intoxicant, an exoticfluid that enters nostrils eyes and mouth, causing breath to quicken, heat to rise.

I enter the scene and enter your embrace. Touch melts flesh, breath dissolvesdivision, a melding rises as with a tender caress I enter you. Union, completeconsummation.

The Earth rejoices as our bodies, our hearts and minds our very souls touch.Epiphany.


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Ode To Lost Souls

Not to you do I speak, brave of heart and firm of purpose.Nor to you bright ones within a field of light.

Not to you who walks in purpose fulfilled.

Nor to you of vision strong, buoyed by lifes enrichment.

But to you I speak wanderer upon the shores of night.And to you the desolate ones outside the circles of life.

Raised upon columns of molten ash.

Your journey began with a cry and ends with a scream.Betwixt the emptiness evolved.

First a doubt becomes a certainty.Those of faith know you not.

Those of vision know you not.Those of purpose know you not.

Within the citadel of life do they dwell,basking beneath an indolent sun.


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Anathema

Praeteritim

Seven are the seals upon creations countenance.

Seven, the trumpets that announce the day of redemption.

Seven are the visions of the dragon and its kingdoms.

Seven, the visions that accompany the lamb.

Seven are the bowls of gods wrath.

Seven, the veils upon the lady Babalon.And Seven are the visions of the end of days.

Canto I

And upon wings of light did we descend

Lightning in our eyes

Thunder in our hearts

Seven as one, clothed in adamantine

Canto II

Watchers in the night, ancient, timeless, immortal

Each a chord within a celestial heartbeat

Behold our song, our prayer

Written in the echo of the moment


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Canto III

And the dragon she rises and her kingdoms claim the world

Her tears fall and she washes away the stain

Her breath a scorching wind razes the edifice of conceitHer heartbeat a thunderbolt the end of days

Canto IV

Bathed in his own blood was he

We carry the sword and our blood is sacred

No sacrifice as it be justice we serve

Invisible we walk sons and daughters of eternal night

Canto V

Each a toxin, Each an elixir

Choose well the bowl from which you quench your thirst

Nectar sweet, cousin to the worm

Bitter gall, a draught of ambrosia

Canto VI

Malekh, holy one, casts her veils and you behold her not

One glance and sleep is entered

One whisper and Azrael is summoned

One cry and our sister rejoices


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Canto VII

And in those days it was given unto the false prophets

to spread the lie,

sow the seeds of doubt, draw aside the veiland reveal the end of days

Exodus

Canto VIII

Coagula et Solve

We strip the world, our Eden of its lie

Beneath our rays you are transformed, redeemed or not

Choose well for we dwell between you heartbeats

Canto IX

Omega et Alpha

Time bends before our gaze

As somnambulant you step from one dream to another

The unmaking unfolds as our Elohim circle your world, your life


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Canto X

Space folds before our eyes and the great ones enter

Their breath creases the moment in passing

Warps memory, erases lifeAnd casts a shadow of dust and vacuum

Genesis

Canto XI

Sweet sister are you redeemed

Your Grigori await command as you will

Your Elohim abroad command as you will

Your portal open command as you will

Canto XII

Cleansed of the lie your breath draws pure

Cleansed of the stain your heart beats rapturous

Purified your mind awakens from nightmare

Consecrated your body bears fruit

Canto XIII

And in the Night of Pan it is dawn

The Black Sun rises and its rays cast no shadow

The Blood Moon rises and casts her veil

The Grigori rise and utter a word in silence


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