Thy subtle breath
Shall flow like incense in between our cheeks,
Where pleasure seeks
In vain a wiser happiness.
Incense suffocated him like poison-gas. He fell out of the church. The void surrounding him would not tolerate a God, and no God could tolerate the void. He ran blindly, fleeing the taste which moved with him.
Ramsey Campbell, Demons by Daylight
Dragon’s Blood Incense Sigil Paper from Rosarium Blends may be of interest.
“Self igniting sigil paper infused with the resin of ‘Dracaena cinnabari’, the original and true dragons blood, spoken of in so many occult formularies. Scented slightly with other aromatic resins to form a self igniting incense paper to be inscribed with sigils and fired off in ritual.
The paper sizzles and sparkles like a lit fuse without flame and produces a sweet scent tempering the martial influence of the dragons blood resin. Focusing, enhancing and directing the effects with the sigilized intention and will of the practitioner.”
The incense is smoking, the candles are lit
As I bend down to kiss the forefinger of IT
And pray at the altar You’re seated upon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
The Hermetic Library arts and letters pool is a project to publish poetry, prose and art that is inspired by or manifests the Western Esoteric Tradition.
“My lips are fervent, as in prayer,
Thy lips are parted, as to kiss:
My hand is clenched upon the air,
Thy hand’s soft touch, how sweet it is!
The wind is amorous of the sea;
The sea’s large limbs to its embrace
Curl, and thy perfume curls round me,
An incense on my eager face.” [via]