“É a Tua face que eu procuro, Senhor.”“It is Your face that I seek, Lord.” The phrase inscribed upon the Portuguese writer António Telmo’s gravestone carries the purest confession of the soul. It is a sentence where philosophy becomes prayer. To seek the face of the Divine is to stand in the position of Sophia,…
The mystery of manifestation is bound to the seal and sigil. In the act of sealing, the invisible breath becomes visible form; the hidden Will finds expression in matter. To seal is a gesture of fulfilment. It is the descent of the Divine current into flesh. When the Gospel declares that the Word became flesh…
Astrology has long been accused of being a prison of necessity, a web of iron fates traced by the stars upon one’s fragile body. But those who look beyond fortune-telling and prediction find that traitional astrology is more than a fatalistic code. It is a mirror of the labyrinth itself, a language of the cosmic…
Today, September 9, the Orthodox Church celebrates Joachim and Anna, the holy ancestors of God, parents of the Virgin and grandparents of Christ. Their story is marked by long barrenness, a condition which in biblical imagination often carries the weight of shame. But the very lack that seemed a curse became the sign of blessing.…
The figure of Carcer in geomancy is a seal of weight and silence. It is the sign of enclosure, the lines fixed, unmoving, without breath. Saturn rules this figure with Capricorn, Earth, and the feminine polarity as its domain. Its meaning in Latin is simple and absolute: a prison, bound. In some traditions Carcer is…
The vision of the four elements has always been given in the form of a cross. Fire facing air, water facing earth, two axes meeting at a single point. The ancients understood this as a foundation, a stable image of the created order. But the cross, when imagined in movement, begins to turn. The stillness…
The ancient stories that shaped the collective memory always begin with rupture. Creation is a tearing open of what was once whole. The cosmos arrives from the body of a being divided, a mother wounded or a wisdom fallen. This primal cut becomes the invisible foundation of the world, and it echoes each time flesh…