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.    

Rose & Thorn from Raj Sisodia on Vimeo.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

The Looking Glass



Man, this year has been crazy.  Not just for me personally, but for the world.  I’ve tumbled down my fair share of rabbit holes.  I’ve seen things I shouldn’t have seen, things that defy all logic and reason.  But as a psychic and as a human being nothing prepared me for what life had in store this particular year.  We seem to be at a threshold, collectively, don’t we?  The threat of full-scale global war looms on the horizon, and we wonder how our leaders could be so insane.  We wonder how we let them take it this far.  Perhaps we never had any real say in the matter, perhaps their hermetically-sealed empire of oligarchs and predator-elites has roots and sustenance that we cannot ordinarily perceive.

How do you live in a world that flirts dangerously with annihilation?  How do we keep our lucidity and move forward in such a world?  Everything is changing.  Paradigms shudder, tremble and crack.  We feel it, and we noticed the stress-fractures long before this.  I believe that in order to thrive – not merely survive – in this place, we must look beyond our intellectual and emotional comfort zones.  We need to evolve, quickly, beyond the chattel-consciousness we’ve become accustomed to.  Our spiritual submissiveness is now endemic.  If not, how else did we get here?  We must all of us take a long hard look in the mirror, and realize the mirror is a gate.  Who do we want to be?  

It feels like a slow-motion cataclysm, doesn’t it?  But we are still alive, we are still dynamic, even as the collapsing sky plummets closer and closer to earth.  What exists on the other side of our cognition, our religions, sciences and spiritualities? Do we exist there? Can we exist there? Perhaps in some oblique way we exist everywhere.  I believe human consciousness is multidimensional and multifaceted.  As the sociopolitical world spirals out of control these personal, numinous questions are going to become more important than ever.  I believe that we can still have a hand in our destinies, we can still shape our fates.  Even beneath an apparently collapsing sky.  We have foes out there in the black, but we have friends also.  Never forget that.  Sometimes the reflections are watching you when your back is turned. Sometimes the reflections whisper prayers and incantations on our behalf.

Friday, 7 October 2016

Keepers of the Flame


When ruined dreamtimes and stygian darkness threaten to claim us, what then?  When our memories and deeds are no longer our own, what might we become?  To hear the howling shriek of wraith-hordes, all of them screaming, “I am not guilty.”  And to know they still won’t take the offered flame.  What is bravery then?  What is purpose?  I can see, and I do remember.  I know there are others out there, brethren who walk with me, through horror, through perdition.  I will not falter, because I know there are those who can still feel the flame.  Those who recall its Light.  It remembers who we were, and who we shall be again.  There is work to be done.  We are the witchcraft.  We serve, eternally.

Keepers of the Flame from Raj Sisodia on Vimeo.