Category: Fragments
Fragment attributed to A. R. Delamain, circa 1887 No one knew exactly where the woman from the inn on the hill had come from. They called her Isolde, though not by her true name, only by a melody half-remembered from another age. She always dressed in black, with ink-stained cuffs and eyes that seemed to…
At the heart of the mystery religions of Ancient Greece pulses the verb orgiazo (ὀργιάζω). Distinct from modern profanations, where the term “orgy” has lost almost all of its sacred weight, orgiazo belongs to the universe of ecstatic experience, a fire that consumes, purifies, and unveils. In the Dionysian and Orphic mysteries, orgiazo was not…
She walks without a light of Her own, and that is why She is feared. For among those who worship the solar glow of law and certainty, the Lady who shifts Her phases is not welcome. And yet, an ancient blessing survives, recited by night beneath the open sky: Kiddush Levanah, the sanctification of the…
There are dates in the liturgical calendar that echo older fires, remnants of mysteries neither extinguished nor fully integrated into doctrine. Pentecost, for most, marks the descent of the Holy Spirit and the birth of the Church. But, in older layers of memory, beneath the surface of theological precision, a different current stirs. One that…
Some do not speak from the central nave of the temple, but from the corridor where silence lingers longer. Their voices are not heard in daylight, yet they move the tides. Among these veiled presences is one who walks under the name Desire. She is not performer, nor siren, nor oracle in the usual sense.…
In every myth worth its salt, there is a moment where the hero must step from the circle of what is known, either family, tribe, law, or custom, and cross a trembling threshold into the world’s raw, unwritten heart. This act, as Joseph Campbell saw, is not mere adventure; it is an eruption of axis,…
There is a reason why the real clubs, the sanctified ones, the sweat-soaked crypts of transformation, have no mirrors. And it is not about vanity, or keeping people from fixing their eyeliner. It is because the mirror is the Eye of the False God. It reflects what should not matter in there: your face, your…
In the Fifth Treatise of the Corpus Hermeticum, Hermes Trismegistus speaks to his son Tat of the highest Good, that which belongs to the One alone; untouched, unmingled, inaccessible to the world below. He warns that all which appears on earth is, by necessity, marked by mixture and passion, the shadow of a perfection it…
Symbol Jae Matthews emerges as a gnostic cipher, a coded presence for the exiled Feminine, her voice a point of contact where the fallen Sophia resists return and condenses as flesh and shadow. In the work of Boy Harsher, music is substance and liturgy, an apocryphal gospel written by both Jae and Augustus Muller for…
There are figures in the Marian tradition who do not occupy the central nave of the cathedral but rather move along its thresholds, bearing mysteries that are neither entirely spoken nor entirely concealed. Among these, the Mystical Rose emerges as a presence at once discreet and impossible to ignore, Her image evoking a silence dense…
