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When the Universe has Finished Exploding. |
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Angels of Little Use. |



Enki of the Water of Life.

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
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When the Universe has Finished Exploding. |
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Angels of Little Use. |
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
9 comments:
vintage frosting tips!!!????
Who the heck even thinks of that????
You are amazing.....and I can't even tell you how much I want those buffalo teeth earrings.
Great earrings! We need earrings!
Jesus woman you've made a batrillion things! All fantastastupendous, acourse.
I can't decide what is more amazing - your niece or the earrings. I think I will just settle for - you are amazing!
Beautiful, unique & alluring work... :) x
Loving the pebbles and textile wrapping, wished my pims led to such creativity.
Marcela is adorable!!!! What wonderful snippets of stories between your beautiful jewelry. Enki has such beautiful elements and drape.
Generally, first comments from a long-time lurker should be some sort of praise for the created theengs, but what I really felt compelled to say was "I refuse to believe that we need the mosquitoes!"
Also, of course, I'm as usual awed and impressed by the way you continue to be able to make earrings interesting. You inspire me.
Hey... I'm the only one that's allowed to call her the blonde terror! Very cute pic; you know, she does have girl undies now.
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