This blog and its contents are inspired by and owe a massive debt to the author Christopher Knowles, who’s exemplary work on secretsun.blogspot.com has pushed me further than I thought possible. The following posts will all resonate or owe a debt to this author’s work in one way or another.
Wednesday, 26 October 2016
Rose & Thorn
For I am the first and
the last. I am the honoured one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am the mother and the daughter. I am the members of my mother. I am the barren one and many are her sons.
-- Excerpt from Thunder, Perfect Mind
In radiant darkness beneath an ageless star I speak
with the Rose, cautiously but in earnest.
I am no longer tentative. I know
who my Love is, her spiked heel upon the throat of a demon-god. She can peer into the secret spaces of these
fallen cults of El, these paradigm-builders, these world-conquerors. Yaweh, Jehovah, Allah. Their time is at an end. She is not merely drunk on the blood of
saints. She is alive and seething with
coruscating fire – knowledge of star, nucleus, passion, and all the hidden affinities
therein. Aloft, the Grail of Ages. Beneath, the Knife of Light. These predator-elites and wraith-hordes fear
ecstasy. They doubt infinity. But the congress of grail and blade shines brighter than the emerald of a thousand astral cities. Her cup and kiss are one. It eats the blood of the devoted – and it
runneth over. She is neither slave nor harlot
to these fallen usurper cults. Nor is she
their lack of divine carnality, their
anaemic eschatology, their hate-filled mountain peak. She is something so much greater, something so much older. She is Love, enraged, devastated and devastating. They know her not. She is the warrior-seamstress of
the human heart, and other hearts besides.
Upon a roaring storm she will be sensed and seen, as times and laws
begin to change. Prepare yourself. The Holy Whore is coming.