~~~ The Green Bird Faery Song of All Seriousness ~~~

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if I know what is to happen
the dance is an entrainment
I’ve seen the next worlds over
and in those ideals we’ve already won

my spine a tuning fork
I wander about the earth
attracted to the striking
against the rituals harmonizing
the fluid spirals in my back

I bear the pain of aeons
in my body collapsed on this time
and each days distillation
undoes that karma more and more
they used to say I’m ‘cut from the heel’

I am causeless
my instinct provides
a trail of iron and wine
I- follow like a blood hound
I- the smallest part, the straw
I- break the spine of oblivion

the years pass on
the stories chase me
of happenings surrounding
a clueless head of vacuums bliss
immortal against the volley
flaming bolts against the messenger

my gyroscope a weapon
of chaos and synchronicity
a radiating force field
with gold and silver keys
sprouting plum blossoms
riding the dragon of non-duality

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the incomprehensible skill
royal by blood and transmigration
natural and metanormal
theurgic and thaumaturgic
now the future, now the past, now
indomitable throughout territorial time

grounded in my horse, devouring earth
whether I am running on the planes
or here about sweet Terra’s waning garden
soft becomes hard, hard becomes soft
twin dragons constantly vie for the pearl

and that all but forgotten human mission
to one day in time attain the sun
is possible in ways utterly odd
to the way of heaven before the calamity
and we recognize the beauty of the meta-music
which forsaw this groove from the start

dance to a way that says love is the law
trance to the law that demands love under will
eros and agape, love against love
be drunk on the inescapable condition of being
and in that ocean finally rest in your soul
show your angels the eyes of the bornless one

yes in my eyes, sweet angels on earth
the inescapable flames of first glory
dust off the slime from your wings
oh long cast out demons of splendour and light
the long sleep of shadow has ended
the promised revealing and victory; yea, Victory

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Mental Stability in Magick

in some sense, the magician takes advantage of psychological ‘breaks’, and employs them for technical reasons. The reason meditation becomes important is because you need that context of true reality to do something like that in an artistic way.

even though we employ scientific method in magick; and that is to say you should be seeking to devise experiments which can prove your hypotheses about magick wrong; the results of magick do not always occur in the scientific domain.

it is important to remember that the artistic sphere co-arises with the objective sphere of reality. The simple problem and biggest mistake newcomers to magick make (to the detriment of their mental stability and ability to get on in the social world of normalcy) is confusing their artistic vision with what is ‘objectively real’. Your art, these royal and magickal arts are made objectively real by the way you behave and engage in the world; and are not made objectively real by musing about things or playing psychological games with your own wiring.

taking responsibility for yourself and your place in the world; balancing the planetary and pranic aspects of your nature (karma) as it were; is the first thing you must do. To avoid it causes problems because the awakening garnered by magick is a step process. Further, timing considerations need to be understood, and this has to do with your ‘groove’ in the world of form, your astrology (bhakti). The space where you are ‘in the zone’ and everything becomes possible. If you can achieve a balancing of planetary/karmic forces (grace) and apply the timing that is appropriate to your own peculiar nature through expressing and giving your unique gifts (bhakti) … you are perhaps prepared to actually have a meaningful gnosis, or trance of wisdom, which can provide real visions of true mechanics of the universe (jnana).

but all of that requires transcendence of each step, one after the other. Otherwise you lose your continuity with reality. Then you are just imagining things and the magick never becomes real; nothing extraordinary ever actually happens. It is absurd to think you are on to something in magick if your sense of joy, liberation, awe, and inspiration is not on a constant and spiraling increase, undefeated by the turbulence of the magickal current.

~~~ The Thunder of My Giving ~~~

the world is shifting
and initiation appears
awkward and terrifying
because all that came before
is rendered mute

and you open, then close
contract like the yin
for within is a pure dot
of rising yang brilliance
made stronger by your falling

and the queen of hell is after you
because of her protection
of me garnered by
coffee, nicotine, red wine, and rum
I promised a garden of fire after all

purity untouched by rejection
so easy once words are delivered
you better destroy the link
made magickal by gifting and accepting
because the rebound is after you

not about me
no one needs me
just the world needs me
so much bigger, wider
than sleepy eyes can see

I’m laughing at my simple game
so serious and real
you think you know Babalon?
hahahahahahaha
here she comes little sister, listen how she cums!

thus ends the lesson

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A translation of the Grimms’ “Frog King” by Edgar Taylor

One fine evening a young princess went into a wood, and sat down by the side of a cool spring of water. She had a golden ball in her hand, which was her favorite plaything, and she amused herself with tossing it into the air and catching it again as it fell. After a time she threw it up so high that when she stretched out her hand to catch it, the ball bounded away and rolled along upon the ground, till at last it fell into the spring. The princess looked into the spring after her ball; but it was very deep, so deep that she could not see the bottom of it.

Then she began to lament her loss, and said, “Alas! If I could only get my ball again, I would give all my fine clothes and jewels, and everything that I have in the world.”

Whilst she was speaking a frog put its head out of the water and said, “Princess, why do you weep so bitterly?”

“Alas! said she, “What can you do for me, you nasty frog? My golden ball has fallen into the spring.”

The frog said, “I want not your pearls and jewels and fine clothes; but if you will love me and let me live with you, and eat from your little golden plate, and sleep upon your little bed, I will bring you your ball again.”

“What nonsense,” thought the princess, “This silly frog is talking! He can never get out of the well. However, he may be able to get my ball for me; and therefore I will promise him what he asks.” So she said to the frog, “Well, if you will bring me my ball, I promise to do all you require.”Frog_King_by_Pyro_Artwork

Then the frog put his head down, and dived deep under the water; and after a little while he came up again with the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the ground. As soon as the young princess saw her ball, she ran to pick it up, and was so overjoyed to have it in her hand again, that she never thought of the frog, but ran home with it as fast as she could.

The frog called after her, “Stay, princess, and take me with you as you promised.” But she did not stop to hear a word.

The next day, just as the princess had sat down to dinner, she heard a strange noise, tap-tap, as if somebody was coming up the marble staircase. And soon afterwards something knocked gently at the door, and said,

Open the door, my princess dear,
Open the door to thy true love here!
And mind the words that thou and I said
By the fountain cool in the greenwood shade.

Then the princess ran to the door and opened it, and there she saw the frog, whom she had quite forgotten. She was terribly frightened, and shutting the door as fast as she could, came back to her seat. The king, her father, asked her what had frightened her.

“There is a nasty frog,” said she, “at the door, who lifted my ball out of the spring this morning. I promised him that he should live with me here, thinking that he could never get out of the spring; but there he is at the door and wants to come in!”

While she was speaking the frog knocked again at the door, and said,

Open the door, my princess dear,
Open the door to thy true love here!
And mind the words that thou and I said
By the fountain cool in the greenwood shade.

The king said to the young princess, “As you have made a promise, you must keep it. So go and let him in.”

She did so, and the frog hopped into the room, and came up close to the table. “Pray lift me upon a chair,” said he to the princess, “and let me sit next to you.” As soon as she had done this, the frog said, “Put your plate closer to me that I may eat out of it.” This she did. And when he had eaten as much as he could, he said, “Now I am tired. Carry me upstairs and put me into your little bed.”

And the princess took him up in her hand and put him upon the pillow of her own little bed, where he slept all night long. As soon as it was light he jumped up, hopped downstairs, and went out of the house.

“Now,” thought the princess, “he is gone, and I shall be troubled with him no more.”

But she was mistaken; for when night came again, she heard the same tapping at the door, and when she opened it, the frog came in and slept upon her pillow as before till the morning broke.

And the third night he did the same; but when the princess awoke on the following morning, she was astonished to see, instead of the frog, a handsome prince gazing on her with the most beautiful eyes that ever were seen, and standing at the head of her bed.

He told her that he had been enchanted by a malicious fairy, who had changed him into the form of a frog, in which he was fated to remain till some princess should take him out of the spring and let him sleep upon her bed for three nights. “You,” said the prince, “have broken this cruel charm, and now I have nothing to wish for but that you should go with me into my father’s kingdom, where I will marry you, and love you as long as you live.”

The young princess, you may be sure, was not long in giving her consent; and as they spoke a splendid carriage drove up with eight beautiful horses decked with plumes of feathers and golden harness, and behind rode the prince’s servant, the faithful Henry, who had bewailed the misfortune of his dear master so long and bitterly that his heart had well nigh burst. Then all set out full of joy for the prince’s kingdom, where they arrived safely, and lived happily a great many years.