Salvation

(of what, remains open)

A seven years old of my friend commented that the Prince rescues the Princess and the Witch saves oneself, if one is able to. That is why it is a risky road, as only few have faith enough leading out of the Wilderness.

Eliot edited

This is the way the world changes;  Not with a whim but a banger.

But

for honoring the great poetic voice of God I add also here:

Death by Water

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell

And the profit and loss.

A current under sea

Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell

He passed the stages of his age and youth

Entering the whirlpool.

Gentile or Jew

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,

Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

Thomas Stearns Eliot

Manifestation

It is time to consider the amount and qualities of life-escaping elements in my daily schedule. Now on I promise to myself to use my energy to really achieve things vital to manifest and dare to cease dreaming only of them. Instead of planning I have fantasized of achievements, so that these two had switched their place and meaning. Finally I am about to do some magick.

Narcissism meets humanity

Vampires have conquered the hollywoodian mythos as these creatures have their representatives in real world, them being narcissists who cripple mental state of their nearest ones. Vampire stories handle our collective need to understand people without conscience. Beneath the horror of the ruthlessness is unfulfilled need to be faced with mercy and sadly that seems to be collective wound as well. A modern anti-hero is a Godless psychopath, without ability to meet any one with compassion, but mere consuming the energy of human intimacy and affection. Vampires do not love, as only we humble humans do love.

Nearer the heavier, dearer the scarier…

…and other lies.

I tend to tell these to myself while waiting something unfamiliar to happen and trying to devise a way to avoid that as it might be appalling and anyhow loosing the total control is that, frightening I mean. Deducing those apparently reasonable truths I rationalize how hope to survive is vain and nevertheless surviving doesn’t mean more than settling for the least minimum and shallow breathing but still in constant concern.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Really the nearer I let some one the lighter it goes: burning and illuminating. The dearer some one is the braver I grow in cherishing that connection.

And

yes, I know that I sway like a Christmas decoration and amuse most of my friends and loved one.

Complete simplicity

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this

Calling

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, unremembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea.

Quick now, here, now, always—

A condition of complete simplicity

(Costing not less than everything)

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing shall be well

When the tongues of flame are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one.

T.S.Eliot: Four Quartets, Little Gidding

Icy reflection

The small lake nearby has frozen. At evenings, when it is already dark, lights from the opposite shore reflect on the black skin of ice. The winter is still becoming and the ice cover is not thick enough to carry more than a squirrel on it. But the straight line shows me, where the source of the light flares. For me this is a nice metaphor of the matters of waiting for the right timing and having patience to learn skills needed in fulfilling my will.

With the cool concentration on balancing my sprite with reasoning of my ego and common sense I am safe in this risky road.

Beauty by the tenth muse

.

Stand up and look at me, face to face

My friend,

Unloose the beauty of your eyes….

-Sappho

Way of least resistance

Does there really exist any ways to alter anything without resistance? Those ostensibly nicer and easier solutions I have made have  nearly always tighter the deadlock of my situation and led even harder solutions if any. Now I am about to face some of my vital needs and meet them or die not minding the resistance, nor the costs, nor the pain

but

minding to survive, even if the lost freedom is the grief of the bondmaid.

Modern Morrigan

In modern mythos the Great Elfqueen appears in the guise of Aeryn Sun of Farscape -series.

The old Goddesses of Love tended also to be Goddesses of War. I wonder if we humans have evolved from those ancient themes but only pretend violence is something we have banished from our comfortable way of adapting everyday, urban niche. For e.g. if we look deeper in the eyes of that that mellow, pastel green world saving idealism,  we find it is filled with arrogant western paradigm of trying to avoid the final battle of Ragnarök or to win that or simplier: we want to control our destiny.

Every country has an army: either an own or a foreign. Alike every woman has her weaponry and either she uses them to protect what she loves or let somebody else eat her alive.

In this first day after the All Hallows’ Eve as the new year of the Old Ways and witches have just begun, I wish there would be something invaluable in your life, in such a profound manner it would be worth fighting, dying and wishing for.