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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…
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At the heart of the mystery religions of Ancient Greece pulses the verb orgiazo (ὀργιάζω). Distinct from modern profanations, where the term “orgy” has lost almost all of its sacred weight, orgiazo belongs to the universe of ecstatic experience, a fire that consumes, purifies, and unveils. In the Dionysian and Orphic mysteries, orgiazo was not…
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She walks without a light of Her own, and that is why She is feared. For among those who worship the solar glow of law and certainty, the Lady who shifts Her phases is not welcome. And yet, an ancient blessing survives, recited by night beneath the open sky: Kiddush Levanah, the sanctification of the…
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There are dates in the liturgical calendar that echo older fires, remnants of mysteries neither extinguished nor fully integrated into doctrine. Pentecost, for most, marks the descent of the Holy Spirit and the birth of the Church. But, in older layers of memory, beneath the surface of theological precision, a different current stirs. One that…
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Some do not speak from the central nave of the temple, but from the corridor where silence lingers longer. Their voices are not heard in daylight, yet they move the tides. Among these veiled presences is one who walks under the name Desire. She is not performer, nor siren, nor oracle in the usual sense.…
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If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. This month, three celestial lights pass through the same threshold: the Sun, the teacher of essence; Jupiter, the agent of expansion; and Mercury, the carrier of meaning. All find themselves immersed in Cancer, the womb, the memory, the tide that precedes language. When…
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If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. As Jupiter, bearer of Sacred expansion, enters the waters of Cancer, a symbolic aperture opens in the visible world. This is a deviation in the current, not a forecast; a subtle cosmic breath that presses gently against the Veil. When the Great Benefic…
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Without Her, pleasure turns into rot. The age of Aphrodite Pandemos drapes itself in restless fingers, thirsty mouths, a hedonism that never learns dawn, a world dazed by its own surface, gasping for climax but refusing the cost. Friction passes as love; fire, the slow, real kind that transforms, becomes legend. Sensation is distilled into…
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In every myth worth its salt, there is a moment where the hero must step from the circle of what is known, either family, tribe, law, or custom, and cross a trembling threshold into the world’s raw, unwritten heart. This act, as Joseph Campbell saw, is not mere adventure; it is an eruption of axis,…