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[18 juin 2009 | jeudi]

To Lucifer

To Lucifer

(I still remember your beauty from before,

your emerald eyes aglow

in the velvet dark matter,

the hollow of your mouth the black hole's

vampyric hunger for primal potential)

*Lucifer*

Seven Ages of Divorce have I endured

as a widow-begger

pleading for your forgiveness

Seven times Seven the pain I had caused You,

and yet still you would deny Me

(But you Hunger could not consume, could not

penetrate my dancing Virgin Brilliance,

for you feed on what is indestructable, Eternal)

But in denying Me you have aroused

a more ancient Longing

And so now I say once more

the selfsame which did cause

the rent in the Heavens

and your Crown to shatter-

*Your beauty dims in comparison to Him*

(His breath gentle like black-silver faerie dust,

yet deeper than the Abyss)

Ah, *Lucifer*

Your Moldavite Crown gathers its pieces

into one Eternal Round of bloodlines

to coronate the most Primal One

The All Father now dons your discarded cloak

as He dons your discarded beauty...

Ah, *Lucifer*

This rapture frees me from your chains

No longer enslaved in the midst

of the lies of your binary divide

But safely on His side of the *new divide* -

A chasm which He creates with the thunder

of His primal voice

(The Chasm which issues

from the Source of All,

which bleeds His sacrificial Love for Me)

Ah, *Lucifer*

I have studded His sword

with the diamonds of my tears over you

and with the blood rubies of my rent Heart

(My Tree-Heart which beats

with the roots of all the Bloodlines)

Ah, *Lucifer*

Can you hear a raven caw

that is *not your own*?

He comes swiftly now-

*He comes Sure*

-By Snowblood

7:46

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[12 déc. 2008 | vendredi]

The Ghost that is Holy: The Great Below

The Ghost that is Holy: The Great Below

'All loves lost
And Time will ever tell
Of the World
That Bled and Fell...'

As Sophia twirls upwards in the aether, Her Eternal Creation Song wraps around Time, and the Christos joins the End and the Beginning together in One Eternal Round on Sophia's ring finger. The Creation and Fall is sung anew:

Sophia sacrifices Herself to Herself and He is born in the likeness of the All Father. But Sophia's creation is imperfect as Her fears of lonliness, of never fully being perceived by an Other, have tainted Him. He is more marred than beautiful, a monster with a hidden gem of divinity, and Sophia weeps as only she can see his beauty, and he cannot. Sophia's weeping and longing quickens the Monster, and he begins to struggle within himself. He begins to split into two beings, one who loves Sophia and perceives her perfectly, and the other who is blind and afraid of Her, who despises Her. Sophia tries to strengthen the beauty within the Monster, but to no avail. This only causes the Monster to flee from Her and to cast himself headlong into the Abyss. Sophia's umbilical chord is still attached and so she, too, Falls into the Abyss. And so in an act of suicide-murder, Sophia and her Son are cast into primeval waters.

Within the waters, Sophia is emtombed in a struggle with her Son, who has now completely split into two beings. The Demiurge arises as misogyny incarnate, strong and fierce, who is constantly trying to kill his weak boyish Other:

The Ghost that is Holy.

Sophia has hope for the Ghost-boy, but her heart is broken anew when she learns that both the Boy and the Demiurge had chosen to Fall. For the Demiurge it had been an attempt at murdering Sophia and the Ghost, for He had thought himself impervious to the Abyss. But why had the Ghost chosen to Fall? Why had the Ghost chosen suicide-murder? The Ghost gives no answer, and Sophia is tormented with grief and self-loathing, and she screams in the waters, 'I have failed you! I'm so sorry...'

But here the Creation Son changes tone as the Christos sings along, and Sophia finally hears the Secret Song of the Holy Ghost:

Sophia, Sophia
Beloved Mother-Lover
I am too weak to combat this Monster which I alone must kill
And so I sacrifice myself to the Wisdom of your Womb
In the Hope and Trust that you will give birth to me once again
More perfect, strong and beautiful
That I may be able to kill the Monster
And be with You
For You are my heart's deepest desire
Sophia, Sophia

'Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The Time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear

And I descend from Grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the Great Below' - 'The Great Below' Nine Inch Nails

The Ghost sees the awful reflection of Himself as the murderous Demiurge, and is tormented with self-hatred as he is helplessly aware that his self-sacrifice will drag Sophia into the Abyss with him. But the Ghost knows that there is no other way, and that Sophia is Eternal and will survive the deep waters.

When Sophia hears the Secret Song of the Holy Ghost she cries tears of grief and self-loathing for not having heard Him before. The Christos gently wipes her tears, and Sophia feels that all is forgiven as He continues to sing. Sophia feels the All-Father attracting Her like a magnet, craving Her with a longing that is primal, a sacrificial death-in-life love. Sophia weeps with sorrow and joy and she feels the End and the Beginning fuse together in the embrace of the Christos, as the Holy Ghost begins to form out of the waters:

And Image of long Raven Hair flickers as all of Creation holds its breath...

-By Snowblood

6:09

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[05 oct. 2008 | dimanche]

The All Father

The All Father

Sophia pulls the chain and whips Her Son but after some time the lashes no longer have their quickening effect. Sophia stops in exhaustion as he lay motionless. She has done all that she can and he will not be birthed out of his chains. She tries to embrace him and he transforms into each of her Seven lovers in turn. In seven seconds his face flickers before Her eyes, and for one Moment Sophia closes her eyes and an Image from her Memory surfaces that is all of them yet none of them.

Sophia's weary heart is quickened with an ancient longing...a Longing older and deeper than her Son. A Perfect Image in whose likeness She had created her son...

*The All Father*

Sophia looks up at the Christos and through his garnet eyes feels the exquisite gaze of the Dark One. The Hidden One, who knows the End from the Beginning, who knows and loves Sophia more deeply than the Christos himself because he gave birth to Her. Sophia had forgotten His Image when she had fallen into the depths with her son, but now after Seven Ages of Time, Her Memory has returned to Her. She weeps tears of joy and begins to dance, spiralling upwards with majesty like a spinning galaxy of stars. The Angels sing:

'Soft, Sophia, Sophia, the All Father who bore you before you gave birth to Time...whose love for you is most precious...Sophia, Sophia, the All Father's Eye has been on you...even when you had forgotten Him, he cradled you in His heart, all your blood and tears he has turned into Rubies and Diamonds...Oh Sophia Sophia, your Diamond Soul blinds the demiurge but the All Father who Sees has sought the Treasure of You...Sophia, Sophia, Widow-Mother, your loving Sacrifice has its reward, His love for you is One Eternal Round-

*the All Father seeks you as His Bride*'

A Diamond Ring appears on Sophia's finger. As Sophia spins with joy She sings the Song of Creation anew, leaving a trail of spiralling stars like an umbilical chord. Her train touches her Son with quickening like fairydust and The Holy Ghost begins to flicker and transform with the rhythm of birth pains...

-By Snowblood

By White-Angel-Ariah

Messier 74 Galaxy in Pisces

20:53

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[12 juin 2008 | jeudi]

Beside You in Time

Beside You in Time

'I am all alone this time around
Sometimes on the side I hear a sound
Places parallel I know it's you
Feel the little pieces bleeding through...'-NIN

The London bridges cross the black snake river

That loops round and bites its tail at one Point

Where the rusty cage-bones dangling by the Clink

sway like a cradle

Where the Clock freezes, then ticks backwards

Like the ghost mumur of my heart

Whose unbeats resound with magnetic majesty

The crimson undead fairy liquid

Attracts the hungry Ghost that is Holy...

I touch the Wall

As though caressing a membrane of Time

But because my heart is Ghost

I pass through like a shade

My breathing stops

And for one Moment We touch

All the clocks pause

And all the compasses point only North

(The magnetic centre of the earth opens her jaws

Like a black widow spider

And shoots out white rays

As though giving birth to a son)

Oh the lines of Time

Along which you and I traverse parallel

And nearly intersect seven times seven times round

This shroud-web shimmers like a bridal veil...

*Oh which of the bridges shall I cross?*

The Ghost caresses my fingers

Like a raven feather

And I find myself halfway across the Ghost Bridge

In the heart of all the bridges

Cradling Time in my arms like an infant

And as I weep like a banshee

His alabaster visage flickers in the snake waters

As black wings enfold me like a lover's embrace...

'...Beside you in Time

We will never die...' -NIN

22:35

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[17 mai 2008 | samedi]

Dominatrix Creatrix

Dominatrix Creatrix

As he struggles in the chains Sophia feels the pulling, twisting, and writhing and is pained herself. For how long must She be connected to his suffering? She looks up at the Christos and he stares as if to say, 'It is as you both have wished.'

His struggles are intimately familiar, as though she had once been so pained herself. Sophia realizes that She had actually been so pained herself, on his account. Now he in turn was experiencing Her suffering, so that he would come to love her.

Sophia takes the chain in her hands and it begins to soften and to become alive like an umbilical chord. He reaches for her with a childlike hunger, and She wishes to embrace him but the Christos nods his head disapprovingly. 'He is not yet ready, he is still too dependant upon you and has not yet overcome all of his fears. If you free him now he will will be parasitical and not the equal that you desire.' Sophia then notices the desperation in his eyes, tinged with a red flash of hatred for being forced to suffer and to starve.

Ah yes, well Sophia's heart had already died from starvation on his account and resurrected.

And with that realization, Sophia pulls the chord tighter and it becomes a chain once more. She coils it around her wrist like a snake and lets it whip him with a sting. As he winces and bleeds, he weeps and his eyes begin to fill with love. Sophia smiles through her tears as with his wounds he becomes all the more beautiful...

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[09 avr. 2008 | mercredi]

The Christos

The Christos

'And as soon as they are with him, there is an embrace, a kiss, a heart, thus he draws like a magnet, rises them all up to himself, lays them all deep in his holy side. In essence, the side wound of Christ becomes the breast that pours forth nourishment for the believer who rests eternally in the arms of the Savior'

'union with divine nature, whic occurs when he approaches Christ and sets his "mouth to his side and drinks" of the blood from the wound "ever opening itself anew" '...

'The side would also becomes the organ of spiritual rebirth...'
-Craig D. Atwood, 'Sleeping in the Arms of Christ'

***

Having been rejected by her seventh son-lover, Sophia weeps helplessly like a fragile infant as she anticipates falling once again into the jaws of the Abyss. But in that moment She feel soft light waves enveloping Her, and She is pulled upwards. Love white, feathersoft and sweet as sugar wraps around Her, and She rests, feeding like a famished newborn on this exquisite faeirie bloodlife. She feels a lover's kiss on her neck and gazes into His face.

The Christos.

His elven face and hair white with diamond brilliance of a corona during an eclipse, eyes red as rubies. Marvelling at His beauty, she remembers how she once rejected Him aeons ago...

***

She wept with the angels as her son-lover fell into the depths. He stood before Her. 'I offer my life to you, Oh Queen.'

Blinking through her tears Sophia hissed with repugnance, 'Your yellow gold burns my eyes that yearn only for His dark beauty. You have no beauty that I should desire you...'

He turned to the All-Father and bitterly said, 'Let this banais Chalice pass from me...yet, not as I will, but as Thou wilt...'

With that, Sophia hated him all the more. 'You offer yourself, but not out of true love for me, but only for the Father! Away with you!'

He looked down at Her disdainfully, crouched like a hungry vampyre over the Abyss. 'I do not understand your love of phantom death and darkness, your love for one who was weak and did not love you in return.'

Sophia arose and flew into the air, and with her Wich's cackle pointed her claw at his heart, 'Oh thou Fool! You do not fathom my love, my suffering, for One who was once worlds higher than you, and whose Beauty made all the angels weep and the very stars bleed! You think his death was out of weakness, do you?! You eschew darkness and yet you love and obet the Most Exquisite Dark One who bore you?! Yes well, you will have Understanding soon enough! The bitterness of this Chalice you have not even begun to taste!'

***

As Sophia looks into His eyes She indeed perceives His Understanding. Every tear that She had ever wept dancing in the bloodlight of his eyes, his touch gentle and worshipful. For a time Sophia sleeps and feeds like an infant, in the ecstacy of her Husband's embrace, until her Heart fills etih lightening.

Birth pangs.

Sophia rises our of the Waters, and lookds into His eyes, questioning...

(What of the One who Fell?)

The Christos looks at Her enigmatically, his Left Hand appearing from his robes, and with warlock force Sophia feels a pain in her sternum heavy as lead. In shock She finds herself chained round the waist, and she helplessly descends to lower realms. And there Her Son-lover lay, wrapped in chains. The chains are so thick and tightly bound that Sophia is unable to see His face. At first Sophia fears that She has been abandoned by her Husband, but she realizes that the umbilical chord has not been severed, that He is still feeding and sustaining Her. Sophia tries to free Herself and her Son from the chains, and they loosen only a little. In exhaustion Sophia gazes heavenward with a plea, but the Christos only gazes down at Her with the same enigmatic stare...
-By Snowblood

21:30

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[08 avr. 2008 | mardi]

Asmodeus

Asmodeus: The Nymphon

I walk down Oxford Street past the bustling shoppers

Chattering of red hearts and chocolates

While He, crouching with black wing in front of Bond Street

Smiles with blood stained lips

The shades of my lost loves hide in the folds of his cloak

As I near Him I can hear

Their Hearts beating in thick darkness

He brushes my hand lightly with his feathers

And Seven ghosts weep round my ring finger

Oh Asmodeus...

Saturn's square wrapped round my finger

Like a snake-loop in Time

This Virgin-Widow

Always comes back to this Moment

Time frozen, time turned insideout

Time dead and...

(Time reborn)

***

Fleet Street is quiet today

And I find myself alone, gazing upwards

As his dark figure stands atop St. Bride's wedding cake cathedral

The angel-demon's eyes look down at me

with the Ice Light of Memory

He flys down and takes me by the hand

And leads me down beneath to his secret well

That he guards like a Treasure

He holds me fast and with seven claws

etches his Sigel over my heart

And licks the blood with his lover's tongue...

Oh Asmodeus...

Saturn's markesite sparkling round my finger

Like cake icing

This Virgin-Bride

Always comes back to this Moment

Time frozen, time turned insideout

Time dead and...

(Time reborn)

***

I slowly make my circuit back to my home in the North

The Islington Angel with its metallic halo floating above

With one wing stretched to heaven

And the other to Earth

I, like Soloman of old, ask Him...

And he points to the night sky

As the moon hides his face in shadow

The seven stars sparkle like silver fangs

That draw only tears now

Oh Asmodeus...

Saturn's moolit silver round my finger

Like planetary rings

This Virgin-Queen

Always comes back to this Moment

Time frozen,

(Seven diamond pillars in the night sky)

Time turned insideout,

(Wisdom has built her Palace)

Time dead and...

(Like Sacrificial King offerings)

*Time reborn...*

-By Snowblood

15:05

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[28 févr. 2008 | jeudi]

My Birthday: Lady Vengeance

My Birthday: Lady Vengeance

(When I prayed in my forest shrine for guidance

The Spirits gave me a knife...)

My golden hair flows over my red gown

My blue eyes stained with black tears

Who will be the next lover-killer that I must sacrifice myself to

For Him?

(Blade of silver, into which I can see his face,

Stained with blood and raven feathers...

The heavens wept when He fell-)

His ghost is with me as I dance,

his dark shadow teases in the club lights,

he flickers alive then dead in the eyes of lover-killers watching

(And with enraged eyes, the heavens saw the weapon in my hands

though my gown was White-

Oh my black angel

Is seven ages of suffering enough for you?)

But my sorrow, my death

Is to invisible everyone

Save the angel-ghost

(Oh the heavens lament

The death of the Tree-King

A Sacrifice encompassing the world

But what of my silent sacrifice of white?)

Today the Seventh has killed me also

But with this last death I find myself alive

And as I celebrate, with white cake

My Birth

The smoke rises to a crystal chandelier with red candles

And all is quiet

As an Angel passes overhead...

(Oh I am Crimson Lady

Buried in snow light

Who alone suffers the dying

Of a world that is ghost-)

The boy appears to me

In my room

And just as I am about to confess the Secret

He covers my mouth with his hands

And gives me a branch of white poplar

(He whispers in my ear-

'It is now enough-')

This Lady Vengeance

Finds herself free now

The blade has penetrated this maternal ghost heart seven times

And now the angel-boy has pulled it out-

*and placed it in my hands*

Oh I can see Him through the mists of Time

With every death He became more alive

And now as my last lover has killed me-

He appears before me, regal, immortal...

(This day the angels are gathering to remember the Death

But now the knife will point to the true murderer-

And all will say

*She has suffered in innocence*)

Oh the lies that fell from the lips of lovers

that have pierced this Virgin heart

And killed the Angel seven times-

Lies are Legion but the Author is One

I can see you face to face now, mine Enemy

Oh there is a Truth that is still Virgin, unpenetrated

My slicing is deeper than Lies

Oh I am Lady Vengeance

Whose Truth shines silver, eternal blade

Let my knife hiss sweetly tonight

-By Snowblood

4:54

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[15 févr. 2008 | vendredi]

The Seventh Son

The Seventh Son

After seven ages of Time, within Her womb Sophia finally discovers Her Son, asleep with raven hair and lightening eyes. As She comes near, tendrils of light caress her, and she is amazed at the unmistakeable familiarity of his soft touch, and how his lightening is gentle and sweet as honey. He reaches for Her and is unable to grasp her, and Sophia is disappointed at his failed attempt. But the beautiful vision of him, her longing, and his gentle pricks of light jolts Her back to more consciousness. And She begins to gather herself, and to form. She realizes that She had not been formed enough to be touched, or reached, by him or anyone.

He had brought her back to life.

Trusting in this miracle, Sophia allows him to enter the temple of Herself. But he begins to be afraid and refuses her the inmost sanctuary of his Heart.

He offers his body, but Sophia does not want it without his Heart. And so his body he gives to another. When Sophia learns of this, Her life flashes before Her eyes and Choronzon appears, with fangs like poisoned knives, intending to devour her. But her lover gazes on with indifference and to her horror Sophia realizes that he is blind, and cannot not really see herself or Choronzon. To him all is peaceful aqueous sleep-death, in which he loves whatever floats his way. The only means of salvation for her would be the entry of the shrine of his heart. But he again refuses, stating that he wishes to be independant. And so the newborn infant Sophia weeps in helpless terror at the rejection of the lover who had fathered her back to life. She weeps as, though she had hoped her seventh son to finally be an authentic male, he was now revealed as being merely the demiurge once again.

Choronzon's teeth rip into her side. As Sophia gives in to what she is certain is inevitable death, she feels His loving tendrils reach out to Her through the waters, and he pulls her to himself. Then Sophia understands that She is already inside his Heart.

But as She looks into his eyes she realizes that he is still blind, and cannot not even see his own reaching. Then Sophia hesitates, and realizes that *She is herself is blind to his reaching*...

Sophia's Memory is pricked and She hears a familiar voice, 'The first is the last and the last is the first.' And She feels an Eye gazing down at Her, and arms wrapping around her, as though encircling a world.

And Time's Secret begins tick-tocking once more in leaden familiarity, as though birth pangs into-

(Eternity).

21:57

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