03/28/17 - NOON, Death, Scorpio
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Oh Stranger with a Thousand Faces,
And a thousand names like Death and Lover,
and Pain and Pleasure,
I love you.
I hate you.
You remind me how silly I am to think
I can exist on my own
Outside of dreams and delusions
I'm no longer alone,
Because I am a reaction to you.
Go ahead; take another form. -
Presented is one full cycle of creation (not necessarily to be perceived as sequential steps in time), that reveals interconnectedness of all things. The direction of motion (from Kether to Malkuth) is that of Magick, but it arrives to its end, fulfillment as Mysticism. So is our life one such full cycle, and death is its mystical crown.
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Kiss of death, rending of veils, and emergence of the potent priest. Vehemence and utter destruction as the midnight sun bends toward a golden dawn, the benedictions and blessings of lamentation, anger, and woe, as what was is broken and ruined, immolated in fludic fire as the illusion of the towers is entirely destroyed so that the sun may appear unclouded.
