"People hear you on the level you speak to them from. Speak from your heart, and they will hear with theirs."
Peering through her pretty periscope without preconceived principals,
pushing away any persistent expectations
Perceiving only collaged picture parts
& puzzle pieces of a priceless paradise
Peeling back layers to reveal a pristine new paradigm
where pillars of light prance & pulsations of passion penetrate together
Unraveling the protective process
through private proper preparations
Preparing to share her secret power
Opening portals through poetry & playful performance
Peeking & prowling the feline princess purrs….
the psychic self speaks
& possibilities permeate the air like precious perfume
Predicting primitive thought patterns
perceived through the eyes of the prince of lies
Puddles of precautions, past memories & broken promises pool together
Flooding her with preconceived notions
she let’s their wicked waters pass by like prisoned pirates
& washes herself in the poignant wisdom of wise words and new-found knowledge
Progressing into the ever forward moving flow of the cosmos
Avoiding plights & petty fights
Proud in her presence,
like a Lioness
Grounded in profound strength
Healing crystal sands placed in her hands
Projecting beauty from her heart like the plumage of a peacock,
prisms of positive vibrations appear
Painting portraits with prose & paving paths with prayers
She Pours affection from her kettle & is pleased to serve it piping hot to passers-by
She patches portions of a broken heart with pink primrose petals & paisley patterned fabric scraps
past & present intertwine the divine
Pouncing planet to planet
The Priestess plants her seeds of love passed down through Prime Creator
Perfect is her purpose
& this is only a prelude to the Priestess’s potions.
~ Poem of the Priestess by A. Gold
Art: High Priestess by Susan Seddon Boulet
Ama ~ Diving In
"Every person must be a pyramid: flawless from base to apex, sufficient unto themselves. Yet each Star is part of the Body of Infinite Space. Therefore make friends and enemies as ye will.
Our attitude to one another must be one of great respect like the chivalry from the West or bushido from the East. Thrill with the joy of vigorous competition and conflict yet always out of overflow of Will, strength, beauty, love, and rapture.
Therefore do not cover yourself to mask your true brilliance. Let the Sun of your Will shine effulgently on all things: care not that it will inevitably nourish some and destroy others.
But also do not fear losing your supposed “freedom” by banding together with other stars. Verily, a galaxy is an inconceivably potent source of gravitational force although it is, in reality, made up of individual stars…”
From: THE MANIFESTO OF RA-HOOR-KHUIT
Sunday Service ~ Let It All Wash Away
Art by Jana Brike
Nuit , Queen of Infinite Space
She represents the All, pure potentiality both as it flowers into the physical universe and as it resides beyond embodiment.
" I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset. i am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky."
"Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!" (AL I:12)
”I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.”
This energy is a work of Art in itself.
Thinking of you inspires something
in me which only the conjuring of a Magician dares to do.
My thoughts constantly drift back to you.
Wanting to nestle my nose in your wild hair like a bird safe in its nest.
You feel like home to me.
of this sunny weather,
the storms of life roll thru
& take things away in an instant.
The mind slips sweetly
& a limb is rendered useless.
the Crutch that a person becomes
as you slowly lean
like the tower of Pisa,
distributing more & more weight upon this easy feeling
until you can no longer
on your own two feet,
…or the whole thing collapses from leaning in on each other.
I’ve experienced this beautiful
wrecking ball before
& am well acquainted
with the demolition team
who always leaves
a disgusting mess behind.
While I alone
am the clean up crew,
s l o w l y
piecing the parts of myself back together,
adding a fresh coat of paint
over all the rust & cracks hiding beneath
Pretending to be something shiny & new.
I have been many colors in this lifetime, wielded many coats
& worn many faux finishes
So I continue,
rigorously training myself
in the Art of Unattachment
while my heart aches to paint itself
into the picture of another’s soul.
I always pick up the paint brush, holding a beautiful vision,
but later look back
at a pile of tarnished canvases of muddy colors & unfinished works.
The whole time I know the answer is to focus on finishing
My Own Masterpiece
but collaborations bring more depth, playing off each other’s energies
until new colors are created.
I get consumed by the fiery orange & red hues the heat of being in your presence generates.
Until I find myself again,
in the bleak blue-grey rain of the Storm that this Art of Love brings down.
So I seek shelter
In my busy-ness
In my hermitude
While I pick at the cracks in the coats of paint
& reminisce in the colors I’ve seen birth through myself
Whilst from the comfort of my
self-confinement I online shop for paint thinner
& endlessly search for blank canvases which are sold-out on every site I find.
~ A. Gold
We dare not thwart Her Going, Goddess she! We arrogate no right upon Her will; we claim not to deflect Her development, to dispose of Her desires, or to determine Her destiny. She is Her own sole arbiter; we ask no more than to supply our strength to Her, whose natural weakness else were prey to the world’s pressure. Nay more, it were too zealous even to guard Her in Her Going; for She were best by Her own self-reliance to win Her own way forth!
We do not want Her as a slave; we want Her free and royal, whether Her love fight death in our arms by night, or Her loyalty ride by day beside us in the Charge of the Battle of Life.
”Let the woman be girt with a sword before me!”
”In her is all power given.”
by Aleister Crowley, excerpted from “The Law is for All”
Art by frank frazetta