Alterations at Anywhere by Aoiveae Luiahe
Upon an unchanged wind
does a fluttering dream transpire
to cast its altered glance
upon the seed of a desire
All is twisted and remarked
turned into spirals moving upward
and in the stream of programmed thoughts
a spark is swimming faster forward
these results which we entail
of alterations on the subtle spheres
reaching through the involution
evolution turns to tears
the greatest act is acting not
in simple moments spontaneity
do we confess the simple way
of compressed trans-duality
a phasing of the being
alters the instinctual ayre
and all are acting hence within
observing plays of differing pairs
who knows how such the unchanged wind
is in its nature that of change itself
for meaning is in love with memory
and truth is something called no-self
and what was before is turned to not
altering visions of all future's past
and in its place a vacuum abyss
by character impossible to last
Free Will has had its way with you
and its not that knot that is gonna choose
the wind remains unchanged
twas just the ego being altered
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
New Enochian Images
I've been re-envisioning the Enochian Image Archive. This first collection was a major success and will still be available for a limited time at:
Enochian Image Archive
For now, here is a preview of the new set:
0. Corpus Omnium
1. The Praising Watchtower of Energy
2. The Ministering Watchtower of Time
3. The Establishing Watchtower of Matter
4. The Confounding Watchtower of Space
The Great Table of Terra
The 93 Parts of the Earth
The Thirty (1) Ayres
Stare Long and Often!
Enochian Image Archive
For now, here is a preview of the new set:
0. Corpus Omnium
1. The Praising Watchtower of Energy
2. The Ministering Watchtower of Time
3. The Establishing Watchtower of Matter
4. The Confounding Watchtower of Space
The Great Table of Terra
The 93 Parts of the Earth
The Thirty (1) Ayres
Stare Long and Often!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Letting Go into Babalon
Calling out to Babalon, all my riches poured into her cup of abominations. Abomination is all the ego, will to power, emotion and thoughts that I take for my freedom. Simply, they are perforce already sacrificed and my choice is to simply accept that she is Nature, and a blind mechanical force.
Equality and Oneness are the keys to all practice. Equality is a superpower of sorts, whereby all happenings and occurrence whether they be harboring joy or sorrow, are met with an unequaled and unshakable peace, bliss, and divine delight.
This requires a deep consecration to the work. Because simply being apathetic, or stoic, or some other sleight of mind is not the key to her, to Babalon. We must go beyond all these things, especially when the smaller nature is moving out of control and acting within the bondage of Nature.
Equality leads to a perception of oneness. That everything without is contained within, and Truth Power and real Liberation is transcendent to that thing we call a self, and will never be possessed. To worship Babalon is to let go. To let go is to give up desire for the fruits of our labor, and to first give all acts and works to the divine.
This is the meaning of the blaspheme that states All the Blood of the Saints and of all The Martyrs of Jesus are poured into the cup of Babalon. Because as a whore amongst whores, she accepts all with pleasure and delight, and denies nothing. How could she? She is supported by a Power that goes even beyond her, and she is bound by her whoredom to do this work; and we are bound to her.
Oh Babalon, will you accept all my lower nature that you already possess? It is in this self-giving that we learn to dance with her. Cutting the root of our bondage, we can become free. And eventually, if we are lucky and the consecration made perfect, we shall indeed realize the liberation beyond. True freedom of delight in Life that is not bound to Heart or Mind.
Always there is a secret center, the heart girt by a serpent that is asking us to move beyond. For the things that occur in life are there because of our specific nature, some unique play that serves our growth into a true expression of the Divine Law in the here and now.
Babalon is here, and she is going to have you; but you will never have her. The only thing in this laborious process of Eternity manifesting in Time is to Let Go.
And so we shall.
156, Scarlet Seven Upon Sevens, oh Babalon she is! Sweet and Calculating Babalon. My life is yours and poured into your cup. All that can occur does not serve but as a way for you to live me. It is not what I feel, but what you feel through me .... because Truth and the Life Divine are beyond all this inconscient and reproachable ego. Babalon, Babalon, I say BABALON!
Equality and Oneness are the keys to all practice. Equality is a superpower of sorts, whereby all happenings and occurrence whether they be harboring joy or sorrow, are met with an unequaled and unshakable peace, bliss, and divine delight.
This requires a deep consecration to the work. Because simply being apathetic, or stoic, or some other sleight of mind is not the key to her, to Babalon. We must go beyond all these things, especially when the smaller nature is moving out of control and acting within the bondage of Nature.
Equality leads to a perception of oneness. That everything without is contained within, and Truth Power and real Liberation is transcendent to that thing we call a self, and will never be possessed. To worship Babalon is to let go. To let go is to give up desire for the fruits of our labor, and to first give all acts and works to the divine.
This is the meaning of the blaspheme that states All the Blood of the Saints and of all The Martyrs of Jesus are poured into the cup of Babalon. Because as a whore amongst whores, she accepts all with pleasure and delight, and denies nothing. How could she? She is supported by a Power that goes even beyond her, and she is bound by her whoredom to do this work; and we are bound to her.
Oh Babalon, will you accept all my lower nature that you already possess? It is in this self-giving that we learn to dance with her. Cutting the root of our bondage, we can become free. And eventually, if we are lucky and the consecration made perfect, we shall indeed realize the liberation beyond. True freedom of delight in Life that is not bound to Heart or Mind.
Always there is a secret center, the heart girt by a serpent that is asking us to move beyond. For the things that occur in life are there because of our specific nature, some unique play that serves our growth into a true expression of the Divine Law in the here and now.
Babalon is here, and she is going to have you; but you will never have her. The only thing in this laborious process of Eternity manifesting in Time is to Let Go.
And so we shall.
156, Scarlet Seven Upon Sevens, oh Babalon she is! Sweet and Calculating Babalon. My life is yours and poured into your cup. All that can occur does not serve but as a way for you to live me. It is not what I feel, but what you feel through me .... because Truth and the Life Divine are beyond all this inconscient and reproachable ego. Babalon, Babalon, I say BABALON!
Monday, August 22, 2011
~~ Consternation ~~
(a message from the Thrice Crowned Angel Carmara to 73)
How can I endure an illusion
when it's all become so real?
See, all this inspiration
carries with it much appeal.
I'm a child once again,
immaturity liberated
takes all the growth of the world
and infuses all that's been created.
This time, I told myself
I'll just handle it with ease
'cause everyone looks and notices
how my heart seems so diseased.
But it bleeds, oh it bleeds;
inexplicably it just bleeds
into puddles of fantasia
wrapped in all the things you need.
It's so black that it's the light
of which what we see is just the cloth,
and I am struggling with the notion
that all is not yet lost.
It's that flash of inspiration,
the sweet way that things could be;
it could all come in a moment
if you would just let your body see.
Are you really so in slumber
to the natural course of life
that letting go of consternation
is like plunging in the knife?
I know its fucking crazy
to be so open and so free;
but damn! the world is ending
so please come away with me.
I have so much to tell you;
the things your soul cries out to know.
I'm asking all the worlds and everything,
if only you'd let go.
It's out of left field
and upsets the whole world view.
Never again will it be easy, yet;
it's all been done for you.
Some movement brought us here
and it's bigger than the stars;
writ across the kosmic spate,
manifesting as deep scars.
This unreality is so real ...
How can I endure an illusion
when it's all become so real?
See, all this inspiration
carries with it much appeal.
I'm a child once again,
immaturity liberated
takes all the growth of the world
and infuses all that's been created.
This time, I told myself
I'll just handle it with ease
'cause everyone looks and notices
how my heart seems so diseased.
But it bleeds, oh it bleeds;
inexplicably it just bleeds
into puddles of fantasia
wrapped in all the things you need.
It's so black that it's the light
of which what we see is just the cloth,
and I am struggling with the notion
that all is not yet lost.
It's that flash of inspiration,
the sweet way that things could be;
it could all come in a moment
if you would just let your body see.
Are you really so in slumber
to the natural course of life
that letting go of consternation
is like plunging in the knife?
I know its fucking crazy
to be so open and so free;
but damn! the world is ending
so please come away with me.
I have so much to tell you;
the things your soul cries out to know.
I'm asking all the worlds and everything,
if only you'd let go.
It's out of left field
and upsets the whole world view.
Never again will it be easy, yet;
it's all been done for you.
Some movement brought us here
and it's bigger than the stars;
writ across the kosmic spate,
manifesting as deep scars.
This unreality is so real ...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Come one and all to Retrograde
The occult significance of the Mercurial force is meta-normal in Nature. Some may refer to this as 'Spiritual', or perhaps as taking account of opportunities for metaphysical healing (or wishful thinking). But generally and alchemically (as in psychologically, for we would do a great dishonor if we attempt to attribute objective truth to that which is wholly subjective and inter-subjective) Mercury is something we take advantage of in salesmanship, trickery, quick thinking and the like.
But the inner Mercurial force is the divine architect which is also Death, the destroyer and creator of worlds and the master of change. Look at The Death card in the Tarot and you find Scorpio, a world contained within the fear inside your kidneys and all its power in the LETTING GO.
The symbol for Mercury and the Medical Profession is the Caduceus. While the Magically inclined among you may be very aware of all I am saying, a magickal blog should hardly ever pander to Magicians; for we should know all there is to know about each others art already.(intellectual battle over semantics notwithstanding)
This Caduceus is the supreme secret contained within the Tantra. That deep inside your biological core, your gut, where your sex and your serotonin make life worth suffering, the alchemical furnace burns hot, and this secret center coiled around the molten core must be activated so the energy can be felt coursing up your spine. Writhing and moving like the twin snakes of the Caduceus.
You can do this with your mind over time, or you can jack your energy with sex like taking drugs. It hardly matters and don't let panzy spiritual types tell you otherwise. During retrograde, this is the moment par excellence for this to occur whether by force of will or by force of cock and cunt.
While others become deeply confused in an attempt to avert total communication breakdown, the true Magician is cumming out the top of his head (really cumming out of the 7th chakra point between the tips of the ears). This can appear quite awkward to the socially obsessed. But society is downright hysterical that way; when you are the one living in sweet and divine foolish hysteria.
Magick is TIMING, and timing is biology. It's not very rational because it is in fact pre-rational. The Magickal/Biological Timing is a component to rational thinking. So that the Tantrika with his union of all manner of opposites approaches the dissolution of emptiness and form in the 'neither-neither'; not two and not one. That is the retrograde moment. The simultaneous destroyer and creator of worlds. Beyond the petty and egoic desire, beyond the small will to power, beyond even the gushing and seething of a deeply emotional heart.
Into the light of Pure Will through suffering and the realization that THOU ART GOD and that THERE IS NO GOD. Divinity shines through in a purely godless universe, and this is the ancient secret of Mercury, the Magician, The Tantrika, and the Enlightened.
But the inner Mercurial force is the divine architect which is also Death, the destroyer and creator of worlds and the master of change. Look at The Death card in the Tarot and you find Scorpio, a world contained within the fear inside your kidneys and all its power in the LETTING GO. The symbol for Mercury and the Medical Profession is the Caduceus. While the Magically inclined among you may be very aware of all I am saying, a magickal blog should hardly ever pander to Magicians; for we should know all there is to know about each others art already.(intellectual battle over semantics notwithstanding)
This Caduceus is the supreme secret contained within the Tantra. That deep inside your biological core, your gut, where your sex and your serotonin make life worth suffering, the alchemical furnace burns hot, and this secret center coiled around the molten core must be activated so the energy can be felt coursing up your spine. Writhing and moving like the twin snakes of the Caduceus.
You can do this with your mind over time, or you can jack your energy with sex like taking drugs. It hardly matters and don't let panzy spiritual types tell you otherwise. During retrograde, this is the moment par excellence for this to occur whether by force of will or by force of cock and cunt.
While others become deeply confused in an attempt to avert total communication breakdown, the true Magician is cumming out the top of his head (really cumming out of the 7th chakra point between the tips of the ears). This can appear quite awkward to the socially obsessed. But society is downright hysterical that way; when you are the one living in sweet and divine foolish hysteria.
Magick is TIMING, and timing is biology. It's not very rational because it is in fact pre-rational. The Magickal/Biological Timing is a component to rational thinking. So that the Tantrika with his union of all manner of opposites approaches the dissolution of emptiness and form in the 'neither-neither'; not two and not one. That is the retrograde moment. The simultaneous destroyer and creator of worlds. Beyond the petty and egoic desire, beyond the small will to power, beyond even the gushing and seething of a deeply emotional heart.
Into the light of Pure Will through suffering and the realization that THOU ART GOD and that THERE IS NO GOD. Divinity shines through in a purely godless universe, and this is the ancient secret of Mercury, the Magician, The Tantrika, and the Enlightened.
~~ Knowing what you Don't ~~
You didn't know, You didn't know
the way it all would go.
Superficial to the way
you didn't know what you knew.
Turn Away, Turn Away
like the Arc you'll melt away.
The world too, shall fall away
then you'll know, oh you'll know.
You look into the eyes
of who you knew, when you knew;
and shrink just like a child
'cause your soul, it always knows.
The sameness is the cause
of shrinking flowers that give pause;
to that one moment of a choice
that changes all the laws
you thought you knew, you thought you knew
the way it all would go.
Superficial to the way
you didn't know what you knew.
Turn Away, Turn Away
like the Arc you'll melt away.
The world too, shall fall away
then you'll know, oh you'll know.
You look into the eyes
of who you knew, when you knew;
and shrink just like a child
'cause your soul, it always knows.
The sameness is the cause
of shrinking flowers that give pause;
to that one moment of a choice
that changes all the laws
you thought you knew, you thought you knew
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