The Sacred Whore

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Excerpted from the anonymous Gnostic text entitled "The Thunder: Perfect Mind"
composed circa 2,000 years ago:


Ancient wisdom from the Great Whore-Mother Goddess

I was sent forth from the power, and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me, and you hearers, hear me
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or at any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me. For I am the first and the last,
I am the honored 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 she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband ...
Why do you who hate me, do you love me and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me, and you who confess me, deny me
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,
and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and those who have not known me, let them know me
For I am knowledge and ignorance,
I am shame and boldness,
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one ...
Come forward to me, you who know me
Come forward to childhood. . .
I am the one who has been hated everywhere and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life, and you have called Death.
I am the one they call Law, and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued, and I am the one whom you have seized
I am the one you have scattered, and you have gathered me together
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed, and you have been shameless to me ...
I am the one whom you have reflected upon, and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned, and they learn from me
I am the one whom you have despised, and you reflect upon me.
I am the one you have hidden from, and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves, I myself will appear.
And whenever you appear, I myself will hide from you ...
Why do you curse me and honor me?
You have wounded and you have had mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.
And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away ...
I am the knowledge of my inquiry, and the finding of those who seek after me,
of the angels who have been sent at my word
and of deities in their seasons by my counsel,
and of spirits of every man who exists with me,
and of women who dwell within me ...
I am the union and the dissolution ...
I am the judgment and the acquittal
I am sinless, and the root of sin derives from me
I am lust in outward appearance, and interior self-control exists within me ...
Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness ...
I am the one who is called Truth and Iniquity ...
Hear me, you hearers, and learn of my words, you who know me ...
For I am the one who alone exists, and I have no one who will judge me.
Many are the pleasant forms which exist in ... fleeting pleasures,
which men embrace until they become sober and go up to their resting-place
And they will find me there, and they will live, and they will not die again.

Hungry Like The Wolf

Another gem from Old Erotic Art.

Dedicated to the lovely Shakti Force who likes wolves (Don't we all?)

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Here's another variation on the theme (from the same site):

The Good Old Days

I found Old Erotic Art today.

An initial browse has turned up some pleasant imagery.

I love the use of colour in this one:


This is rather charming:


And this has real raw power:

As always, click on the image for a bigger version

The full archive can be found here, but I found it more fun to scroll through the pages.

I will, I think, visit again . . .

Lupercalia

OK, none of this valentine's day nonsense, this is what it's really about. the feast of the wolf - Lupercalia.

Info here.

'The young men laughed and girded themselves in the skin of the sacrificed goat. Much feasting followed. Finally, using strips of the goat skin, the young men ran, each leading a group of priests, around the base of the hills of Rome, around the ancient sacred boundary of the old city called the pomarium. During this run, the women of the city would vie for the opportunity to be scourged by the young men as they ran by, some baring their flesh to get the best results of the fertility blessing (you can see why the Christian church tried so hard to get this ritual banned, but it was so popular that it continued for quite some time under the new regime.)'

Sounds like a fun idea to me.

Gary Moore

We've lost another one. Too many, too soon.

I was lucky enough to see him live about 18 months ago. An unforgettable gig. His guitar playing could lift you, take you somewhere else. I sometimes think that great musicians are more in contact with true magickal energy than many who claim to practice spirituality.

Here's a couple of examples of Moore at his best:





A genius.

Chloe Des Lysses

What is it about some French women that they seem to possess an aura of erotic elegance . . .?



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More pics of the divine Chloe here. Enjoy. I did.

The Lark Ascending

Ralph Vaughn Williams. There's a composer who knew his magick.

The Lark Ascending has always lifted me out of anything I've been bogged down in. If there's such a thing as English mysticism, this is it.

I couldn't find a video of the whole piece, so here it is in two parts.





In the same vein, his Fantasia On A Theme By Thomas Tallis is wonderful.