Rosae Crucis
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Crucis

At the crossroad of the Ancient Tryst, the enchanted stones gathered around a fustigating circle to form an echo of the stellar curved lines above the sky of men. Nothing in the depths of the forbidden Night was to be expected except the howlings of the wind in the prickly trees. Yet, in the moist heat of the deserted place suddenly came a cry, and then resonated the call of Initiation. And in the nocturnal shadow of dancing shades, a daimon whispered to my ears, and verily he said:

"He who came here, to seek the fruits of the daïmon kiss, has to accept the very caress of Death itself. What you choose to leave here is in the same proportion to what you will get ; for the concentration of I, the precipitation of your self in the omnipresently focused bloody heart of the grave is coexistent, and concomitant, to your expansion and realignment on the fourfold cross. In such a manner that when your body of light falls into the grave, its shadowy reflected mirror rises from the tomb to walk the Valleys of the Deads. Only this way can the Rose be fed, and such can it rise for what has been given away below the cross of the cremation ground is the very materia prima from which it grows."


Ghuedhe!

I saw the signs, the torches lit on the fourth way, the flavoured smell of tobacco and the calls of the black cock.

- Quantic Gap -

Rosae

(S)he who aims to approach the Mystery of Babalon, who seeks to take his Pleasure at the centred carnal bed of the earth and came naked at the altar to let his last drop in the sacred chalice of those who burned themselves in Adoration, may see that to taste of the fruity nectar of the forty nine petal-doorways of Understanding is coexistent to a re-cognition of the Abyss as the informative source ; and that the very experience of limitation is necessary to the Understanding of I in its myriads of forms, for there is the Seduction of the Lover and the Beloved and in the loveplay of their secret language resides the Pure Joy of the existence of the billions of beings.

O Empress, I came on your way, a single piece of rope in my hand and sang the eternal lament of the 3 faced circle of the Sabbatical Dance, and then I was before You, a grain of sand lost in the horizon of your sweet gaze, deep and vast ocean scintillating of a million of milky starks turning the Wheels of Time, and with a charming mouth that kissed the infinite ecstasies of Desire itself, you welcomed me, the birthing and dying of Aeons in your eyes, and you offered me the parchment of Life, and it was empty, and I knew I would have to fulfill it with the bloody letters of mine own Heart and Words. And the  c r a c k  followed and the Aethyr collapsed and in the Waters of Memory only remained the reminiscence of an ever opened Eye, and I was thankful to the UniVerse.

In the spirit of the 13th Tribe we walk, the Children of the Silver Stars, our pathway to unite stars with stars, as the points in the Spiral and the boughs of the One Tree.

Above, in the milky night shines the double current of Sothis and the Great Hunter and from their Play came these words to Manifestation.

Kazim