A Collective Oracle For The Meeting in the Motherly Womb If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. Today, Tuesday, the day consecrated to Mars under Archangel Camael, the planets Venus and Jupiter have met at the fourteenth degree of the nadir in Cancer, the watery womb of the Mother. This…
Strangelove moves in the hidden room where pleasure and pain become one breath. It is a song clothed in the lexicon of human desire, but beneath it runs the profound current of the soul’s encounter with the Divine. The repeated invocation “Strangelove, strange highs and strange lows” speaks of a love that wounds and heals…
The Eleventh Arcanum, known as Strength, is a vision of the soul in its secret labour. Often crowned with the lemniscate, a woman leans toward the open jaws of a lion. Her hand rests upon the beast, but the beast submits without chains. This image speaks of the mastery over the logismoi; the wandering thoughts…
Monday, a day ruled by the Moon’s quiet governance and guarded by Gabriel, the Archangel of waters who speaks in dreams. The tides within and without rest under His care, and today the Moon leans into the mutable waters of Pisces after her watch in Aquarius. The full Moon has passed, but its silver still…
The Eight of Swords rises in the sequence like a lattice of thought that has forgotten the song of its Source. Eight is the double of four, the square multiplied, the fixed order reiterated until it becomes a prison. The figure stands bound, eyes veiled, surrounded by the vertical blades of the intellect, each one…
Heightened sensations hold the same cold shine as metals drawn from deep earth by a craftsman who claims himself sovereign. The ancients named him Demiurge when his geometry bound the soul into walls and markets; his craft builds streets with edges that never bend, corners that collect shadows where breath feels absent, and towers whose…
Elimas is a magus whose craft is woven from the fibres of the planetary loom. The text names him Bar-Jesus, son of a name already luminous with Messianic weight, but his service bends away from the straight path. When Paul and Barnabas arrive, drawn by the hunger of the governor for truth, Elimas moves to…
The King of Wands belongs to the primal court, where flame has no need of fuel, and the Word remains unbroken in its source. Around him the Seraphim burn with a purity no mortal vision can endure; circles of living fire, faces hidden, their song an eternal single act of praise. There the sceptre of…