// December 29th, 2008 // 1 Comment » // magick
It’s six to midnight on a work night and I need to be getting my buttocks onto a sleeping surface momentarily. But first, I need to transcribe some of the luscious words my avatar piped into me:
Painted onto the backside of the Ace of Swords tarot card:
Fire:
Purity. Through the cascade of burning flame.
With my Ace my is done.
With the Ace, which is the One.
With the Ace, it has begun.
FIRE OF AIR.
Nice, eh? But wait! Act now and there is more;
It is this night
which I will cross again
into no-man’s land.
Best to experiment to find the pen
most appropriate for the job.
“We had some good machines, but they don’t work no more…
…I loved you once. Don’t love you any more.” ~Shriekback~
I AM THE MOTHER NIX
I love it when she gets all avatarish with me!!!
I went under…just to see what was there.
and then she continues with her serpent self:
…I’m waiting here
for you
walk with me…
My perfect pose of pain
My endless grey vogue
My nothing is clear
The edges are glinting
the scales
contract
expand
the serpent waits…
…and watches.
She gives me a little invocation:
“Open to me, night sky of Daath.
Genesis of the Abyss.
I am your child and my Path
leads me here.”
And so with that, gentle readers, I am off. To see what the “night sky of Daath” has to offer my this find evening. Be well and my the Dark Moon bathe you in her inverse glow.