'If the Gods and Spirits are anything at all they are creative potential. Offering vision and power to those with the integrity to wield it, but make no mistake it is our truth that create's from this powerhouse and it is our lies and games that destroy it !
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Pan' How yet may it come to this A life of pleasure and of bliss Your playful presence in our midst In love and laughter's decadence' Poem; Y.Zsigo Artwork; Diego Almeida WrathYou called me i came So i called out your name You ran screaming to reason To love fear and hate When all that was needed Was to bow to your fate You may not of known The power you'd spoken The seed's had been sown The heart strings been broken This was never a game To be played with like children Now we burn at the gates Of the Gods of creation Poem by Y.Zsigo Demiurg by Mateusz Twardoch http://dreamframes.artstation.com/ The Kingdom'All initiated woman and men are gateways to the kingdom, where its keeper and protector
is the Horned King and at its heart the seething breasts of the Great Mother. Yet we do not belong there, for we are made of other stuff. The Great Art is not just to enter this Garden of Splendours, or abide to long in the Kingdom of Creation, but instead to return unscathed, enthused, back into the middle world and to build a life upon it !' Feed the DemonWhen battling ones enemies and those of imbalanced force that wish to influence negatively on us or our beloved's.
There is no need for warfare, no need for pacts with Demons of the same recourse. All that is required is that ones enemy be fed to their own Demon, the one that has attached itself to them, the one that stole life force from others and that will now feed upon its host. The one that called it forth into the world, influenced by the lies of all demonic force's, that if you side with them, if you agree at any level to their terms of so called empowerment, in hope of riches, glory and control, that eventually you to will meet your demise by the claws and lips of that which deceived them. In this way the debt is balanced, the demon satiated, the enemy destroyed and the Shaman/Magician free to wander all Three Realms as he pleases ! La Botanicas ~ Mojo Market |
Magickal ChildeLike a dark blossom Pans inspiration The sweetest sensation That comes to you Fruits of the night Delicately delight Drip from her lips Like midnight dew The Witch in her season Needs no rhyme or reason To summon this daemon In front of you Arcadia dreaming No need to believe in When everything’s gleaming A golden hue Seduced into pleasure Beyond any measure This ransomous treasure Laid unto you As we bow to desire The great purifier That forever inspires The chosen few So make magick from lust In the heat of the thrust As our will becomes dust Like the burning yew And when it is done From the tongue of the sun Comes the fiery one So strong and true Summoned into being She rises and screaming Declares to the four winds I've come to you ! This magickal childe So wanton and wild Spellbound and beguiled In azure blue As love reaches its peak In silence we speak And our limbs become weak As we breakthrough And pass through into truth That this fountain of youth Like a balm, calms and sooths Whats in me and you Now we rest on the bossom Of every man and woman What it means to be human After the fall I love you dear night Now grow wings and take flight And pass into the light As this word becomes true ! |
Y. Zsigo
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