“Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold: Bring me my Chariot of fire! I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand: Till we have built Jerusalem, In Englands green & pleasant Land.” — William Blake The meaning … More Harrowed Yet Fallow
Most of these trials and times of unrest come from the fact that we do not understand ourselves. — Teresa of Avila And I swam into that primordial twilight of the soul, Suffused with liliac and grey, Where ancestral shadows wander and hunt and love and fight, Where time ends and is forever … More Dissolution
Whatever is destroyed, the act of destruction does not vary much. Beauty if vapour from the pit of death. –J.A. Baker In the first case, let us be quite plain: regardless of how this present crisis plays out, we should not mourn the death of the old world. The death of one world is … More Time Drops in Decay
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the grey twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. — W.B. Yeats Meandering among the heather and gorse, the late John Moriarty perceived the resonant vibrancy of the … More The Beauty of Inscape Unknown
This review originally appeared in Black Seed 6, Spring 2018 “We seem to move on a thin crust which may at any moment be rent by the subterranean forces slumbering below.” “From time immemorial the mistletoe has been the object of superstitious veneration in Europe.” —James Frazer Voy os pinos. I go to the pines. … More Night through Dreams: Sangre de Muerdago—Noite
I Saw the Man. His figure reached from earth to heaven and was clad in a purple mantle. He stood deep in foliage and flowers and his head, on which was the head-band of an initiate, seemed to disappear mysteriously in infinity. Before him on a cube-shaped altar were four symbols of magic — the sceptre, the cup, the sword and the pentacle. His right hand pointed to heaven, his left … More Destruction Perfects that which is Good
Opening the Seals
The Anima of Disintegration
“A hill there is,” answered she, “not far away from here, where elves have their haunt. Now get you the bull that Cormac killed, and redden the outer side of the hill with its blood, and make a feast for the elves with its flesh. Then thou wilt be healed.” —Cormac’s Saga The crops have … More Happy Alfablot!
“This dew-like life will fade away”—Dogen “Truly, to be whole is to return”—Daodejing The only truth that exists is found deep in the forest, When the rush of the stream, swollen with spring rain, Drowns out the noise of the mind and the human world beyond. The proud, defiant self melts into oblivion, In … More The Dreamlike Realm
