Category: Gnosis
At the doorway of Assiah, beneath the weight of matter rendered Holy, stands the Ace of Pentacles: a radiant emblem whose secret name is Kether clothed in earth. Within the Tarot, this single coin of gold descends silently from a realm veiled by luminosity into a landscape deeply tangible, bearing within its silent descent the…
In the shadow of Caesarea Philippi, where the rocks whisper older hymns and the waters recall the memory of vanished gods, the Logos turns his face towards Jerusalem. His voice carries the gravity of revelation, and He speaks openly of wounds, death, and a rising whose secret is locked behind stone. Those who follow listen,…
Each grain that settles on an altar, every crust of wax forgotten at the base of a candlestick, speaks in a tongue older than written prayer. There are quarters that remember hands, spaces that crave the cadence of ritual touch, the circulation of water, the faint spirals of incense at dawn. In Provence, Martha confronts…
When the night has folded the world into its silent cloak, a tremor may traverse the soul: shivering that begins somewhere deeper, where absence whispers and memory is in embers. Delirium tremens, in the language of physicians, describes a violent unraveling: a crisis that visits when the substance once invoked for relief is exiled, leaving…
When the soul stands at the border of the unsayable, certain presences arise, subtle and unyielding, weaving themselves through the marrow of the day. In the cloisters of ancient Egypt, between the sand and silence where speech dissolves and the heart sits waiting for visitation, the Fathers of the Desert charted out a region of…
In the dim chapel, upon marble that breathes the centuries, the script carves its wound: Tuam ipsius animam pertransibit gladius. The phrase, lifted from the Gospel according to Luke, echoes as a living sigil. This is the sword that passes through the soul, the gladius announced to Mary by the lips of the aged Simeon.…
Every sacred text, placed beneath the trembling light of the lamp, becomes altar. Among the synoptic accounts, the Gospel of Luke offers more than a narrative of events. In it, the door stands in silence, the serpent coils within the question, the bread waits to be broken and offered. The writer moves as a physician…
Beneath the unyielding hush of the ancient cloister, a seal endures. The world turns in sleepless agitation; passions, stories, catastrophes whirl on the axis of appetite and regret. But, upon the black and silver emblem of the Carthusians, the cross stands immovable while the globe spins. Encircling the stillness: seven stars, set against the blackness…
Night leans over the garden; dawn delays behind a horizon of stone. Within the hush that veils the tomb, a figure pauses, unadorned by myth and yet unclaimed by history. Her hands carry myrrh, her eyes the ache of having seen what is forbidden to name. It is she whom the scriptures conceal and, yet,…
Certain thresholds exist only to be preserved. In the most solemn chambers of the Sacred, meaning gathers in the very act of withholding; presence folds itself behind silence, and the highest reverence is found in not transgressing the veil. Among the many images of the hidden Divine, few bear such weight as the scene near…
