




A man ambushed a stone. Caught it.
Made it a prisoner.
Put it in a dark room and stood guard over it for the rest of his life.
His mother asked why.
He said, because it's held captive, because it is captured.
Look, the stone is asleep, she said, it does not know whether it's in a garden or not. Eternity and the stone
are mother and daughter; it is you who are getting old. The stone is only sleeping.
But I caught it, mother, it is mine by conquest, he said.
A stone is nobody's, not even its own. It is you who are conquered; you are minding the prisoner, which is yourself,
because you are afraid to go out, she said.
Yes yes, I am afraid, because you have never loved me, he said.
Which is true, because you have always been to me as the stone is to you, she said.
Russell Edson
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake.
By the Rose and the Cross I conjure;
I constrain by the Snake and the Sword;
I am he that is sworn to endure -Bring us the word of the Lord!
from The Interpreter by Aleister Crowley
I wait for thee, my soul distraught
With aching for some nameless naught
In its most arcane crypt-
Am I not fit to endure thee?
...
Thou whose mouth is a flame
With its seven-edged sword proceeding,
Come! I am writhing with despair
Like a snake taken in a snare,
Moaning thy mystical name
Till my tongue is torn and bleeding!
Have I not gilded my nails
And painted my lips with vermillion?
Yea! thou art I; the deed awakes,
Thy lightening strikes; thy thunder breaks
Wild as the bride that wails
In the bridegroom's plumed pavillion!
from Ave Adonai by Aleister Crowley
6 comments:
Wow, that sacred heart is gorgeous! I also love the fossil necklace. I don't think it needs more color.
Love the custom necklace! And the sacred heart is fantastic.
You are right - you have to listen to your muse - otherwise, she might be insulted and stop talking. LOL
hu? what link? i checked the 3 links included and they all work. if you wanna go to my shop, you can enter thru the etsy mini on your right.
and that 'staff member' line made me laugh and laugh. and also made me wonder if you were confusedly commenting here what you meant to write on some other blog. staff member! oh, lord that cracked me up so hard....
I think William is a spambot.
but nevermind about that- HOLYMOLEY look at that sacred heart!!!! That's amazing. You're amazing. Yes you are.
what is the spambot hoping to achieve exactly?
and: no YOURE amazing!
I'm in love the sacred heart. Are you planning to use it in your jewelry or is it a personal piece?
I never got the opportunity to thank you for the ephemera. Thank you!!! I've been wanting to experiment with some resin lately and I think it will come in handy.
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