Category: Fragments
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Hidden beneath the clatter of ecstatic tongues and the blaze of Pentecostal fire, a subtler current moves through the feast, one older than the Church, deeper than doctrine, more patient than miracle. Pentecost, in its forgotten strata, is the holy consummation of a cycle governed not by thunder but by moisture, darkness, waiting, and ripening.…
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From the earliest cults of the Divine to the veiled incense of Byzantine churches, myrrh has always marked a crossing. It is perfume and medicine, wound and healing, the fragrance of desire and the anointing oil of burial. Throughout centuries, this resin, one that is thick, red-gold, bittersweet, has been both currency and secret, a…
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At the edge of memory and ritual, a figure veiled in incense and paradox stands, shimmering between the worlds. She is known to the ancients as the hierodula, the “sacred servant”, the temple’s living altar, both flame and vessel, as well as lover and initiate. Her feet tread the threshold where the flesh is not…
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Within the living architecture of the Hermetic cosmos, there exists a moment of sublime equilibrium, a fulcrum where the act of giving and receiving is a rite. The Six of Pentacles stands as the seal of this mystery: an image of the physical world transfigured by loving action. To understand this card is to understand…
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I. The Pillar and the Mirror: Foundations of the 1–7 Axis At the heart of the natal chart, two points stand eternally opposed: the Ascendant, marking the horizon where day begins, and the Descendant, where the sun falls and night gathers. This axis, linking the First and Seventh Houses, is not merely the spine of…
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I. The Fool’s Threshold At the edge of every journey, at the border between the known and the abyss, stands The Fool. In the Tarot’s first and final card, he strides forth, both careless or holy, radiant or naïve, but always accompanied. Most see the knapsack, the precipice, the flower. Fewer see the dog: the…
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Time in apparitions is not linear but vertical. Between Nut and Mary, between pyramids and churches, runs the invisible thread of the Lady, the primordial Mother, Queen of Heaven, Mistress of the Womb and Abyss. In Coptic Egypt, where traditions do not die but only change names, Mary inherits the insignias of Nut: crown of…
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If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. At the moment Arthur Rimbaud entered this world, not only was a veil torn open, but an altar was ignited in flesh itself. His natal chart is not mere biographical decoration, but wound, and explosion. To understand the rare intensity of his path,…
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The silence that covers the thrones is woven over centuries. In every era, the world holds its breath and asks: “Where is Sophia?”. Wisdom, whether persecuted, exiled, or veiled, is the secret measure of every cycle of humanity. Her absence marks the beginning of the fall; Her return heralds restoration. The invisible thread that stitches…
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To explore Gamaliel is to descend into the cellar of the Tree of Life, where the lunar shimmer of Yesod yields to the silver’s reverse: the night of shells, the dwelling of the Shadow. Gamaliel is not merely the “opposite” of Yesod; she is its distortion, the echo that resounds where desire fails to become…