Category: Fragments
In the gold-leafed stillness of a Byzantine icon, the figure of Christ stands at the very doorway of Mystery. He is Magus near the mouth of Lazarus’ tomb, poised between the world of the living and the realm of the sealed stone. In this gesture, the miracle at Bethany unfolds with a grandeur that defies…
A Collective and Lunar Oracle As a Tribute to Lydia of Thyatira If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. The smoke of myrrh curling in silent invocation, whilst the Moon in exile at the final degrees of Scorpio surveys the gap between succedent death and cadent rebirth. It is a…
The fourth cup is set upon the altar, and the air thickens with the scent of rainfall on stone. The world’s spiral, ever impatient for the next wave, forgets the sanctity of the pause, the beauty of what hovers between longing and fulfilment. The Four of Cups, often dismissed as sign of weariness or ennui,…
At the doorway of Assiah, beneath the weight of matter rendered Holy, stands the Ace of Pentacles: a radiant emblem whose secret name is Kether clothed in earth. Within the Tarot, this single coin of gold descends silently from a realm veiled by luminosity into a landscape deeply tangible, bearing within its silent descent the…
A Collective Oracle for the Venusian path into the seat of Lunar Afection If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. Today, under the sheltering gaze and celestial blessing of two Archangels, Sachiel and Anael, Venus begins her silent descent into the maternal waters of Imum Coeli, into the hidden sanctuary…
In the shadow of Caesarea Philippi, where the rocks whisper older hymns and the waters recall the memory of vanished gods, the Logos turns his face towards Jerusalem. His voice carries the gravity of revelation, and He speaks openly of wounds, death, and a rising whose secret is locked behind stone. Those who follow listen,…
In the shape of S (which, if considered closed, is 8, and, lying down, is equally serpentine, infinite), the Serpent includes two spaces, which it encircles and transcends. (The first space is the lower world; the second, the higher world.) In another serpentine figuration – that of the coiled snake, mouth biting tail – it…
The astrological map is a geometry of entrances. In every chart drawn since Babylon, four gates define the edifice of fate: Ascendant, Imum Coeli, Descendant, Medium Coeli. The ancients named these the angles, pillars on which the temple of the soul stands. They open, in every birth, the cardinal directions through which Spirit assumes form,…
The ancients named the Moon the lesser luminary, but through the velvet vault of night she reigns by borrowed splendour, clothed in gold shed by the day’s sovereign. To follow the lunar cycle is to enter a labyrinth of reflection, where everything luminous finds its source elsewhere, and all that glides in shadow carries the…
Each grain that settles on an altar, every crust of wax forgotten at the base of a candlestick, speaks in a tongue older than written prayer. There are quarters that remember hands, spaces that crave the cadence of ritual touch, the circulation of water, the faint spirals of incense at dawn. In Provence, Martha confronts…
