Athame
// July 22nd, 1990 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything
62290:8pm Ingestion
now it is 9:10pm
Well in the past 70 minutes there has been very little to talk
about. It is summer solstice and I began the casting of my
athame. It began to rain so when the metal was done I took them
to cool in a dry covered place. Then I went tot the fire to die
it out. The hot embers seemed to pulsate with heat. Subtle
surges of intense hear. It appealed to my sense of sight.
The next indication was sound. i took a pair of channel locks
and tapped the 2 forged metal files an one that had not been
heated. the forged ones made a pleasant ringing noise like that
of a tuning fork. The unheated one made and abrupt thud.
Now I am sitting in the Florida room in a lightning and rain
storm of the most uncanny nature. The rain is loud and torrents.
The lightning is almost continuous in bright white flashes across
the sky. It is almost as it has no origin, no pint of closing.
Fluttering as frantic and as sporadic as the wings of the moth
that has been caught in the spiders web in from of the flame.
And although it’s efforts are futile it doesn’t try to pull away
from the web. But rather it seems to try to push through it and
onto the source of the flame.
Of the five came two. This made seven. One for each step on the
ladder. each chakre, each realm in which only two can relate in
any situation. Will any of this make sense tomorrow? My wand is
a taper aglow. A black taper tonight. How I would like to be
purple, but black is only a heavier shade of purple. Silliness,
i know.
There were 5
The three triarchy
The Empress
The Priestess
The Nymph
The Two Guardians
From the ashes of the 5 two are created
the plains
the communion
the bridge
