In the midst of ‘Economic madness’…what once ‘was’ is “no more”…
We are ‘here’.
The Totalitarian Tiptoe continues as always…giving rise to more wars and other unspeakable monstrosities.
Painful to those of us who are aware.
But yet we are aware!
…and what is more…we are aware of our awareness.
This is the magick of the Lucid Dream…
What a time to be alive.
Ah and we are of the divine spark…!
We are gods…all of us.
We are the children of Enki.
Though some think we have the signature of the slave…now is the time to rise above.
Now we can turn the baser metals & transform them into the alchemical gold.
Bliss is only a second away.
What are you waiting for.
Use your breath, for it is spirit.
You will ascend.
This is not a question or a supposition.
It is a fact!
Let us not fear death…for without death there is no rebirth.
When the time has come…The mirror will be put in front of U.
What will you bring to the mirror?
What will you reflect?
Bring hate to the mirror…
The mirror will reflect hate.
Bring love…and ascension is yours.
You are the mirror – and the reflection.
Fear is the mind killer.
Ralph Buckley is a singer/songwriter, musician, magician, and artist who is “originally from Oz (just outside of Seattle…dimensionally speaking).”
Hermetic Library fellow Beth Kimbell has posted about sacrifice necessary to follow one’s bliss at “Reflection“.
“As Thelemites, it is incubant upon us to seek that, and when we find it, to do that thing and not the myriad other amusements that tempt us from our path. We spend years in self-reflection trying to determine what this bliss is, sometimes catching glimpses, impressions, or feelings of that next step which will bring us closer to our goal.
In all that time, have you asked yourself what price you are willing to pay? Will you sacrifice the love and companionship of friends or family that actively work against your goal? Will you spend the years of effort, eschewing the quick and easy rewards, for your ultimate goal? Will you cast the dice, gambling your comfortable existence to answer the call of your soul?” [via]
“The blue skies focus, as a burning bowl,
The restless passion of the universe
Into our mutual anger and distress,
To be forbidden (the Creator’s curse)
To comprehend the other’s loveliness.
We cannot grasp the ecstasy of this;
Only we strain and struggle and renew
The utter bliss of the unending kiss,
The mutual pang that shudders through and through,
Repeated and repeated, as the light
Can build a partial palace of the day” [via]
“Again the cursed cry: ‘What quest is this?
Is it worth heaven in thy lover’s kiss?
A queen, a queen, to kiss and never tire!
Thy queen, quick-breathing for your twin desire!’
I shudder, for the mystery of bliss;
I go, heart crying and a soul on fire!” [via]