Category: Fragments
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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…
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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.…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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What follows is not biography, nor a claim to truth. It is not a portrait of a man, nor a chronicle of facts. The name Josh Homme is here adopted as mask, as sigil, a vessel through which the drama of rupture and return may be observed. The events described are understood as allegory, not…
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In the present climate of spiritual practice, one encounters a prevailing doctrine: that the mind, when left unguarded, becomes the source of suffering, and that thoughts are little more than fleeting disturbances to be observed and gently dismissed. Popular mindfulness systems celebrate the art of stepping back, of watching thoughts drift past as if each…
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Sub luna, speculum veritatis nudatur; nihil restat nisi anima revelata. In the ancient texts and nocturnal traditions,there persists a symbol both luminous and unsettling: the human form unveiled, the nude as archetype. This is not a mere absence of clothing, nor an invitation to exhibition, but the icon of a deeper unveiling. The nude, in…