Category: Fragments
Amidst the vast theatre of Sacred history, the profaned garden weaves through all ages, an echo from Paradise’s wounded threshold. Idolatry emerges through a blindness to the living pulse that flickers beneath the symbol. Whenever the Rose is mistaken for the Sun that summoned it, the fall begins. Devotion, tender in its origin, slips into…
When the world clings to its unshaped dreams, a current rises, subtle to the flesh and heavy with a sacred weight. At this trembling edge, an ancient intelligence abides; neither solar in its blaze nor confined to the patience of earth; but lunar, tidal, secret as the pulse beneath the night’s own skin. Gabriel they…
Mankind has always raised temples toward that first and unseen Light. The Egyptian city of Heliopolis, or Iunu, the City of the Sun, stands among the most ancient and exalted sanctuaries of metaphysical thought; a site where granite and papyrus converge, and the intellect dares to trace the contours of the World’s beginning. If Memphis…
The silent chambers of Western and Eastern wisdom, where ink maps the firmament and hours bear the weight of memory, contain the key to open the astrological chart as a temple inscribed in time. Each nativity unfolds as a clock wound by unseen hands; its gears forged of matter and a light older than dawn.…
Some works of art contain a force that cannot be reckoned at the moment of first encounter. Their power lies dormant, a seed cast into the loam of one’s own threshold, only later to emerge, transfigured and quietly menacing, from the night of unknowing. Such was the effect of Franz von Stuck’s Die Sünde, that…
There are moments when the soul is pierced by a light that enters through no gate. A realignment; a shift in the geometry of being. The Divine is neither far nor near, neither absent nor wholly manifest. It remains suspended in a distance that gives all things their contour. To contemplate this distance is to…
In the primeval hush where the horizon runs out into the salt-laden emptiness, the desert unfurls as theatre of all possible crossings. Every world tradition, once the surface of things is pierced, preserves the desert as a place where the skin of the world thins and the self is no longer shielded by ordinary veils.…
There are those who play music and there are those who serve it. And, among the latter, there are a few who serve in silence, with no cry for witness. In the long corridors of sound that stretch from underground bunkers to ruins of churches unseen, some hands work the turntable like an altar, not…
Collective Reading of Thought-Fire and the Splitting of the Word If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. Beneath the dense veil of the great shifts in the heavens, Uranus crosses the threshold between Taurus and Gemini for the first time since 1942. This transit marks an electric inflection in the…
As bailarinas de São Teotónio viviam encardidas por uma espécie de praga silente que lhes atormentava o sono. Revestiam-se de sal como proteção mas isso de pouco lhes servia para assarapantar o que por vezes aparecia em sulcos subtis na pele, como se houvessem sido mordidas por um bicho que nem sequer aparece nas grandes…
