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If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. In this cycle, the Moon enters her disseminating phase in Aquarius. This is the lunar moment when the fruits of the previous lunation are cast into the collective field, neither in the innocence of waxing nor in the exhaustion of waning, but at…
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The silence that covers the thrones is woven over centuries. In every era, the world holds its breath and asks: “Where is Sophia?”. Wisdom, whether persecuted, exiled, or veiled, is the secret measure of every cycle of humanity. Her absence marks the beginning of the fall; Her return heralds restoration. The invisible thread that stitches…
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To explore Gamaliel is to descend into the cellar of the Tree of Life, where the lunar shimmer of Yesod yields to the silver’s reverse: the night of shells, the dwelling of the Shadow. Gamaliel is not merely the “opposite” of Yesod; she is its distortion, the echo that resounds where desire fails to become…
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Some events serve not to comfort the flock, nor to reinforce the orthodoxy of temples. They tear the veil of the world and return the sacred to its primordial astonishment. The Coptic Marian apparitions are not miracles in any catechetical or pious sense; they are operational breaches in the wall of reality, visiting communities on…
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In the silence of Egypt’s deep heart, among the warm stones of monasteries carved into the desert, there are faces that burn without moving. Icons. Not as liturgical ornaments, nor as pious souvenirs; they are living thresholds. Within them, a presence keeps watch. What is seen is no allegory, no portrait. It is the visible…
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There are days that do not sit within the calendar, yet they burn beneath it. June 13 is one of these, a pressure point in the flesh of the invisible. It marks no simple nativity, but a faultline, a fissure where history breaks and the unspeakable seeps through. To call him “Pessoa” is to name…
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Seven utterances from the Hollow Mountain, where the wind still speaks in tongues of vine and iron, and the soil remembers names no longer spoken aloud. It was said the Book would open by itself when the hour came.And lo, the Book cracked under its own breath —and from its pages leapt a flame of…
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Throughout the history of metaphysical inquiry, from the Orphic hymns and Neoplatonic emanations to the radical intuitions of Kabbalah and tantric Sanskrit philosophy, the Divine has been imagined as both source and surplus, as center and circumference. This treatise proceeds from an axiom often left unspoken in mainstream theology: that the Sacred is not static,…
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Fragment attributed to A. R. Delamain, circa 1887 No one knew exactly where the woman from the inn on the hill had come from. They called her Isolde, though not by her true name, only by a melody half-remembered from another age. She always dressed in black, with ink-stained cuffs and eyes that seemed to…
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If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. There are moons that merely illuminate the well-trodden path and others that, at their zenith, aim for a horizon yet unborn. The Full Moon in Sagittarius belongs to the latter lineage: it does not linger on the past, nor dwell on the margins…