Category: Gnosis
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…
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 vision that sealed Dominic in the church of Prouille carries a depth far beyond the chronicles of a medieval apparition. In the woven light of that sanctuary, the Virgin’s hand extended a circle of beads, each one a seed of the Word, strung together like constellations bound to the axis of heaven. This was…
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…
Today, the sixth of August, the Christian calendar sets apart the Mystery of the Transfiguration; the luminous moment on Mount Tabor when Christ is revealed as uncontainable radiance. The scene unfolds with gravitas; it is when the veil between worlds becomes diaphanous, shimmering with the interplay of Law and Prophecy, shadow and Word. The narrative,…
The Seven Sleepers remain enveloped in the silent procession of spheres. Drawn deep within the cave’s womb, they serve as living sigils of the soul’s journey through the manifest world; a locus where matter and Spirit embrace. The cave becomes Malkuth embodied; the kingdom where all elements converge under the unblinking vigilance of the four…
Lydia of Thyatira remains a spectral presence in the Book of Acts; her trace a cipher left at the crossing where the Logos enters Europe, threading itself into the weft of a world asleep. Scriptural testimony records her only fleetingly: a seller of purple, a foreigner to the Roman tongue, yet the first whose heart…
Amongst the corridors of flesh and thought lives a hunger that surpasses reason and limit; the ancients named it the Divine spark, a thunder that splits the silence of mortal form. Tradition whispers that the seventh completes and the eighth ruptures; the septenary cycle of planets and powers closes its ring, only to open a…
“To the seven churches in Asia… and from the seven Spirits before His throne.” (Revelation 1) I. The Lampstands and the Veil of the Rose In the pale chamber of Revelation, the number seven emerges as the iron structure and subtle perfume of the entire vision. It rises as the geometry through which the Divine…
The altar is never without a tremor, never entirely silent; the one who keeps vigil soon discovers that, beneath the veneer of domestic order, lies a wilderness of ancient voices, children weeping in the dark, the echo of footfalls at the threshold where the known surrenders to the feral. Under the gaze of the lunar…
