Pans Garden / The Great Beast' It was the strangest thing, I've never really recovered from it, i still cant think straight. Somethings changed, i cant return, im not the same as i was before. Its like the gap between my eyes cracked open and now i can see all thats hidden and seething beyond this realm. Its like perpetual orgasm, like the earth is lusting itself into existence, with fertile virility and violent exuberance. Like a great beast had torn me with tooth and claw through blood and bone, for me only to realize i am both hunter and hunted, pursuer and prey, in love with the thrill of the chase, the quest of the great conqueror I can never come back now, ive seen beyond these thinly veiled borders and i can never unsee the beauteous gaze of this the Great Beast '  JUDAS BLADE Christ arose through the floor, his head bleeding profusely from the tiled fragments tearing through his skin. He took the loaf of bread that floated before him and broke off a large chunk, slowly dipping it in the red crimson. Placing it firmly upon my tongue he said 'This is my body , this is my blood, eat of me' The sound of hyenas yelping from an invisible memory that i imagined lay below me. I whispered 'You are the blooded king. lord of the world, maker of man and miracles.' He whimpered, trembling, pleading to me, 'Give me your children, place them in front of me i am their saviour i am their salvation' Swiftly i pulled the Judas blade from its black leather holster and screamed ' Never ' I stabbed sharply pinning his praying hands together, Pulled on the golden threads of Ariadne and bound them tight. His tearing eyes pleaded with me just like in the garden of Gethsemane. 'Without us there is no crucifixion, without us there is no continuation from Gabriel s lying lips.' 'No crusades, no burning's or cremations of the Midnight's Ancestry Without us there are no more emanations.' Stretching his skin upon the mantle i tore at this abomination. The great deceiver disguised as our Saviour now welcomed to this pagan alter. Flowers materialized suspended in the air slowly undulating dripping holy water The wise ones descended from heaven robed in knowledge and wisdom. Their song so sublime as to tame gladiatorial lions The faceless ones born from eternity here to take their place amongst legends 'We are the council of fire, the winged emissaries of Arden, here to shake the four quarters.' As they spoke all in one voice together the shattered floor opened wider and below us hung a dark menacing ocean One last kiss, one final promise one last confession The world is over we have conquered the last sin The final thrust, the last kill, the final surrender Touched by this the Judas blade Now to have its glorious day, as the wheel breaks and together we die as each other.  Wordz Y.Zsigo
Art Christopher Williams A WORLD FULL OF WONDERSWe don't want to work for money but for love alone For compassion’s sake and life's budding expression To implore great forces to come dine with us And banquet at a great table of our own design Where artists and muses will gather together Frolicking and fucking parading their pleasures Under an arbour of grapevines blossoming In the city square where time stands still All the towns folk will come and be shocked Commanding their young to cover their innocence Yet entertained, and inspired, to dance with the piper Who calls them amongst us to abandon their reason Emptying their pockets of hard-earned belongings As we thrill them with the delight of strange pleasures Otherwise unknown and new to their tasting That loosens the buckles and bracelets And we will undress before them as poetic heathens And dance with the snake of the sunlit night To call forth the twilight and the promise of Eden To seduce them unto second sight And for one brief moment all pain will avail us All suffering will pass before their very eyes Once again to return home through the veil To Arcadia with nymph and satyr we will delight So give me your gold and all that you own For am i never to toil and work again But instead to weave splendours with those that remember Not yet dead but awake in a world full of wonders  I WEAR THE CROWN I own your head Have stolen your crown You broke the seal With the hammer of ignorance Crushed the blossoming flower I am the Seed Stealer The Horned Gatekeeper Gravity pulled us down Down to the ground Down through the fire To the Halls of the Great Mother Dragged screaming Now to meet your maker Midnights dreaming Fear haunts you like a demon It distorts everything In its gripping power Surrounds you in a cloak of chaos That makes the unreal real And you Lies greatest believer I am the one come as shadow The Dark Liberator The Crown Stealer That polishes gold And mounts your head Cracking the poisonous skull Drinking its blood She comes black and grotesque With skulls on her neck Sufferings Queen The Dark Destroyer Blades drawn To cut off your head Loves Purifier With eyes that roll In the back of her head She feeds on desire The Great Annihilator That drinks from your lying lips Wraps her snakes around your neck And pulls her victim in Each of us a length of string That at the appointed hour Is feasted upon and reeled in I am Her Progenitor Her Consort Her Lover Who baths in excstacy Worshipping at her feet The Crowned Emperor The All Father The one that breaths destiny The illusions shattered grin That bows its head before me To finally Come home Once again It is me With the keys To both past and future Until you are clean Illuminated and redeemed I wear the Crown  Imagine God / Goddess as the Other, the Objective, as the opposite sex and you, as yourself the subjective. That the search for Union with the Divine is no different than your search for communion with your Lover, your Beloved. Now consider your awareness as YOU and everything your experiencing right now, no matter what it is through your awareness, what appears as external as the Divine Lover / The God / Goddess. The witness and the witnessed... Got it ? Ok ! Now read this short poem whilst listening to the music here on youtube by Dhaffer Youseff, Read it over like a poetic prayer until ..... ! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vpQ4EBs8yA . . The Lover As i awake so you await me Today friend or enemy We love so we hate You make me We are together In violent rapture Torn from each other Stitched back together Seeking constantly The Lover There’s no escape From love’s torture Only the persistent flower The one that never withers But blossoms in winter Petals gentle that flicker Once plucked are poison With possessions passions Becomes heartache And longing for The Lover But i am here with you Holding your heart The hermits lantern Shining in the dark Allow me to embrace you To steal from you All that would tempt you To believe you are alone You are not For i am with you You are not For i am with you You are not For i am with you I love you The Lover I love you My Lover I love you Be Loved I love you Be Love I Love Love Love Love Lov. Lo.. L ... ..... .... ... .. . . San Lazaro By my hands alone
Have i raised you Yet you forsake me Poisonous vapor Poured from your cavernous lips Clenched on crippled lies Whore of the night Your now limp carcass Perfumed in sugary scents Devoured by the long tongued snake Poisoned by its venom Bound alone forgotten I who am the sunsets son Fraught with bruised pestilence I shall now lay with you Only to find you unworthy Of my bright kingdom Beyond life’s sordid sufferings My trembling hand now open Forsakes you to the omens To the land of hobbling men No longer knowing No longer seeing Just squirming, squeaking, jerking and yelping I fear not your curses I am the diseased breath that speaks them The whisperer that deafens ears As the vultures circle i return to my kingdom Lord of the earth Crowned purple and golden 'A prayer to some, a curse to the one that speaks them !’ Poem by Y. Zsigo Image by Pep Bonet B The Devouring Mother She has fallen into fire
Now hungrier than ever Seduced by death’s power The starving lustful lips With the swing of her plump hips From black chalice sips Nothing is held sacred The white flesh that lies naked Her beauty old and faded A promise once to keep Blood spilled now at her feet The scythe cuts the wheat The words that have been spoken The gates are ever open The hearts strings that are broken Beware the black pilgrim That swollows her children And devours her own sin Who wretches on the hate That now meets her own fate Her son’s that lay castrate Her bloodlust now enraged Bound and cursed and caged The war that has been waged So now to steal her wealth The books lye on her shelf For she has hexed herself And now to eat her own The good fortune that has flown All bloated and alone Then last comes her Mistress Demanding the last kiss Returned to the Abyss So be careful now my babies Lest you too catch her scabies From mothers mouths with rabies When finished with the night We now turn to the light And leave them to their plight So come home to the sun Where all now comes undone A New Day has begun.... . Art; Alessandro Sicioldr Wordz; Yanu Zsigo ‘A prophetic poem for misplayed magick’ 'Everytime read is recast !' Click on link Idiot Compassion and the Devouring Mother https://medium.com/@andrewpgsweeny/idiot-compassion-and-the-devouring-mother-3dbe2b1dc688 THE TEARS OF PANTrickle drop, trickle drop, trick all drop Like fishes from rivers that flipety flop Hickeldy pickledy pickle de plop Like splashes of water upon the rooftop When will they when will they when will they stop Like hands from the frozen grandfather clock Wiggledy pigaldy wiiggeldy ploc The faerys are screaming the worms are in shock Hex away hex away hex away hop The wizard is wandering oh where is his flock Boggledy woggledy boggledly wop Where is the gremlin that’s hidden my sock This away that a way this away knock The door will not open the poison hemlock Shackety wackerty shackety wok The chickens are squawking the cry of the cock Pita pan pata pan pita pan poc He cannot stop weeping the garden gates locked !  Painting 'PAN WITH TEARS' by Linda Lundell
Poetry:Y.Zsigo Dying swans They are gasping for air retching their last breath They had gathered to be with us to bring wisdom Yet you took their beautiful necks and strangled them Looked into their loving eyes and poisoned them With twisting hands you stole the golden promise Choked life from their broken hearts and beaten bodies I thought you were different not one of them not like all the others But you became far worse than the innocence killers More murderous than the greedy simpletons of yesterday You dressed as a queen in a gown of white feathers Spoke tongues of angels and whispered togetherness Forever was the promise you spoke so delicately They had gathered around us under the willow weeping Two young girls smiled sweetly as you held me A naked boy stood as silent as a statue before us Naivete perfumed the floral setting of our dreams We were beyond space entwined within time Together finally like two birds flying into eternity Your beautiful hand reached out to beckon them closer As the feathered flock encircled us like priests and priestess You smiled and they came nearer their fear falling behind them Come closer come into me i will never hurt you i promise They believed you in that moment they trusted us Then you took their necks and shook them violently One by one they lay jerking and shaking before me Their divine bodies in spasms like snakes burning The young cygnets dark eyes pleading with me Why did you do this why would she lie to us I turned to you in disbelief but you had disappeared And all that was left was green grass soaked in black tears  Wordz by ‘ Y ‘ MagickalChild A ‘MagickalChild’ is birthed whenever ‘The Other’ is communed with through the combined soul of creativity and intention. The Center of Everything In the self is a door Through the door is a dream Within the dream is a river Upon the river sits a boat On the boat rides a ghost This ghost is the dreamer The dreamer breathes pleasure The pleasure draws its breath The breath sucks and shivers The shivers show the way The way is even deeper Deeper than any measure The measure is timeless Timelessness whispers The whisperer tells us The teller unknowing The unknowingness knows us The knowing moves forward Forward into the chasm The chasm that swallows Swallows the serpent The serpent unwinds us The unwinding chaos The chaos shatters everything Everything we hold true The truth of the liar The liars bitter laughter That laughs at disaster The disastrous master The master of tensions The tension that binds us Binds us to the past The past of our ancestors The ancestors within the earth The earth is the cauldron The cauldron of transformation That transforms the raven The raven of knowledge The knowledge of forgetfulness The forgetfulness of wisdom The wisdom of giving The giving that saves us Saves our souls as we crumble The soul’s weight now lightened To the light of the spirts The spirits that dance The dance of creation Creating the gateway The gates to the garden The garden of splendour The splendour that opens The opening within us To the tree that trembles Its trembling shimmer That shimmers at its centre  THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING!  That shimmers at its centre Its trembling shimmer To the tree that trembles The opening within us The splendour that opens The garden of splendour The gates to the garden Creating the gateway The dance of creation The spirits that dance To the light of the spirits The souls weight now lightened Save's our souls as we crumble The giving that saves us The wisdom of giving The forgetfullness of wisdom The knowledge of forgetfulness The raven of knowledge That transforms the raven The cauldron of transformation The earth is the cauldron The ancestors within the earth The past of our ancestors Binds us to the past The tension that binds us The master of tensions The disastrous master That laughs at disaster The liars bitter laughter The truth of the liar Everything we hold true The chaos that shatters everything The unwinding chaos The serpent unwinds us Swallows the serpent The chasm that swallows Forward into the chasm The knowing moves forward The unknowingness knows us The teller unknowing The whisperer tells us Timelessness whispers The measure is timeless Deeper than any measure The way even deeper The shivers show the way The breath sucks and shivers The pleasure draws its breath The dreamer breathes pleasure The ghost is the dreamer On the boat rides a ghost Upon a river sits a boat Within the dream is a river Through the door is a dream In the self is a door  Fallen Angel We came from heaven, falling from the sky Like angels tumbling through the night The seraphim’s scream their wrenching cry Forgetfulness now claiming its delight Oh how we wandered shaken and forlorn Our senses shattered from what was done The golden mantle now tattered and torn Our withered wings singed from the sun And how we yearned to sing the songs That sung the celestial realms awake Yet silence gripped our tethered tongues Like dying swans on poisoned lakes What of prayer and gods covenant to man When so much suffering upon the earth Our arms spread wide to touch the land Our hearts entwined to her rebirth This pain was caused by us after the fall The gaping wound not well disguised As we wait for harp songs budding dawn The woe within her darkened eyes And now we know the plight of every man Of how it feels when praying to the wind It’s only God that knows and understands How angels cry for every hand that’s sinned For every breath of life and love we take An angel watches dreaming of the day When we would raise our eyes and hearts again And kneel on bended knee to pray We would never want to see your likes again So far fallen from the firmament Your tears of love that washed our guilt away Returned at last to those that were heaven sent  Fallen Angel: Jolinde Nijland Photographer: Carlos diaz Poet: Y.Zsigo 'MagickalChild''The series of images and poetry entitled 'MagickalChild' is an exploration into revealing the essence of the people involved through imagery / art / poetry, creating an invocation through Magickal intention to birth an aspect of themselves into the world'
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