The ancients named the Moon the lesser luminary, but through the velvet vault of night she reigns by borrowed splendour, clothed in gold shed by the day’s sovereign. To follow the lunar cycle is to enter a labyrinth of reflection, where everything luminous finds its source elsewhere, and all that glides in shadow carries the…
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…
The delicate architectures that undergird the world is where the Hermetic Lots stand as silent pillars, casting their symbolic shadows across the natal firmament. Each Lot, a mathematical wound or secret, arises from the interplay of planetary bodies, mirroring the drama of necessity and pirit, fortune and fate. These points appear as discoveries, never mere…
Collective Reading for the Full Moon in Her Ascent of Bone If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. The Moon, having lately sheltered within Cancer’s hidden waters, now rises into Capricorn’s austere heights, a guest amid cold pinnacles and silent cliffs. Her fullness here is radiant yet severe, a light…
To approach the Feast of Saint John is to enter a layered territory where rural festivity conceals ancient codes, where Christian hagiography shadows older mysteries, and where the masculine blaze of the solstice meets a hidden feminine threshold. Officially anchored in the figure of John the Baptist, this midsummer ritual has been absorbed into folk…
From the earliest cults of the Divine to the veiled incense of Byzantine churches, myrrh has always marked a crossing. It is perfume and medicine, wound and healing, the fragrance of desire and the anointing oil of burial. Throughout centuries, this resin, one that is thick, red-gold, bittersweet, has been both currency and secret, a…