Em-ily
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:53pm
Yesterday 1:53pm
Vignettes about some Southern California Magicians, Spies, Writers, and Orgies.
Jet Propulsion Laboratories (JPL) was founded by a magician named Jack Parsons, who also developed solid rocket fuel.
Parsons ran the O.T.O. branch in Southern California after World War II. Group temple means dwelling. In a letter from Aristotle Crowley across the Ocean, Crowley called him his magickal son. Jack Whiteside Parsons designed a series of famous rituals called the Babalon Working, way out in the desert. The purpose? The purpose of Babalon. Rituals devised upon apocryphal lines of Enoch.
Ironically enough, Parsons' wingman on his desert escapade was El Ron...
Parsons ran the O.T.O. branch in Southern California after World War II. Group temple means dwelling. In a letter from Aristotle Crowley across the Ocean, Crowley called him his magickal son. Jack Whiteside Parsons designed a series of famous rituals called the Babalon Working, way out in the desert. The purpose? The purpose of Babalon. Rituals devised upon apocryphal lines of Enoch.
Ironically enough, Parsons' wingman on his desert escapade was El Ron...
#religion
#magic
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3 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:27am
Yesterday 11:27am
nebel
Rasping rivulets
ravenous raven
rebuilding
invisible invocation
iron impaled
intoxicate
past purpose
predestined
profound
your bones
will be
carved
into
skull
beyond
red
and
violet
you
will
enter
the
eighth
color
of
the
spectrum
called
light
ravenous raven
rebuilding
invisible invocation
iron impaled
intoxicate
past purpose
predestined
profound
your bones
will be
carved
into
skull
beyond
red
and
violet
you
will
enter
the
eighth
color
of
the
spectrum
called
light
#dark
#shadows
#magic
20 reads
10 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:59am
Yesterday 4:59am
Óðin
One eyed god
you taught me to wander
the wonder
guiding me
I am your daughter
There in the high grass
where distance
amidst a mist
speaks
tongue tied truth
is given to me
as void leans
into me
Orion quotes
through the great square
vast is but the sky
as void leans
into me
I practice this silence
using my skin as paper
my blood as ink
to write the rite
until earth
will quake
listen
...
you taught me to wander
the wonder
guiding me
I am your daughter
There in the high grass
where distance
amidst a mist
speaks
tongue tied truth
is given to me
as void leans
into me
Orion quotes
through the great square
vast is but the sky
as void leans
into me
I practice this silence
using my skin as paper
my blood as ink
to write the rite
until earth
will quake
listen
...
#universe
#astrology
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
20 reads
4 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
12th May 2021 4:46pm
12th May 2021 4:46pm
in mid magic show
#lust
#sex
#magic
102 reads
2 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
12th May 2021 4:01am
12th May 2021 4:01am
Mystery solved
Magic Mushrooms pg 5
Everyone closed their eyes and raised their heads up to the stars and simultaneously begin to chant
We call upon you our Charm Keeper Supreme
humbled we ask, clarify our brothers memories
We give to you our tribute, before it’s death & dark
echo’s of a stillborn baby’s beating heart.
RiAN pulled a special potion bottle out of her cloak
and sat it next to the vile. Both...
Everyone closed their eyes and raised their heads up to the stars and simultaneously begin to chant
We call upon you our Charm Keeper Supreme
humbled we ask, clarify our brothers memories
We give to you our tribute, before it’s death & dark
echo’s of a stillborn baby’s beating heart.
RiAN pulled a special potion bottle out of her cloak
and sat it next to the vile. Both...
#magic
29 reads
4 Comments
MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
8th May 2021 8:30am
8th May 2021 8:30am
They traveled, and when he returned, he published it in a wonderful worship, considered a great mystery. Also It is well
They traveled, and when he returned, he published it in a wonderful worship, considered a great mystery. Also It is well known that Pythagoras and Plato
#religion
#faith
#magic
21 reads
0 Comments
MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
8th May 2021 5:01am
8th May 2021 5:01am
If I recover from that ancient magic (the wisdom of all the wise men), and from the mistakes of remorse. :
books
#religion
#faith
#magic
24 reads
5 Comments
PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 1:39am
3rd May 2021 1:39am
Close Enough
What would that feel like?
To be CLOSE ENOUGH?
To be held, and to hold, close enough.
Close enough that it feels that your heart has stopped beating on its own, and instead, two hearts beat as one?
Do you know how it feels to be entwined?
Not just within another's arms, but with another's soul?
Intimately, interconnected, being part of one whole?
Do you know what it would be like?
To have gravity itself being created in the space that remains between,
making it easier to stay in...
To be CLOSE ENOUGH?
To be held, and to hold, close enough.
Close enough that it feels that your heart has stopped beating on its own, and instead, two hearts beat as one?
Do you know how it feels to be entwined?
Not just within another's arms, but with another's soul?
Intimately, interconnected, being part of one whole?
Do you know what it would be like?
To have gravity itself being created in the space that remains between,
making it easier to stay in...
#LifeGoals
#magic
#acceptance #passion
#acceptance #passion
46 reads
0 Comments
dizzzzzzy
Nunaya
Nunaya
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 10:21pm
22nd Apr 2021 10:21pm
awaking from a second coma
twice u've gotten me content
enough to drop and pass out
unexplainable. yes
subconsiously
you are my home
enough to drop and pass out
unexplainable. yes
subconsiously
you are my home
#magic
56 reads
6 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 3:20pm
21st Apr 2021 3:20pm
the "charming power" of poetry is such that even hard-hearted evil men are tempted to look
visual poem
In poesy's own defense, Sir Philip Sydney claims that the "charming power" of poetry is such that even hard-hearted evil men are tempted to look
In poesy's own defense, Sir Philip Sydney claims that the "charming power" of poetry is such that even hard-hearted evil men are tempted to look
#religion
#spiritual
#magic
17 reads
0 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 00:34am
20th Apr 2021 00:34am
The Era of Eagles
The path appears before him dark,
he feels a presence of fire,
holily strong as orange-flame sparks,
and suddenly, what a desire.
He was a riddled ember
of what he could have been
but somewhat faded, lack of remembrance,
and no intentions were there seen.
He entered the cave,
as brave and curious as fire in glory,
and in him a melody wave
unbiased followed him around the gory
visions of phantoms that fathom
whichever unfathomable for him is,
maciated by his destiny, his atom
had joined the sound of...
he feels a presence of fire,
holily strong as orange-flame sparks,
and suddenly, what a desire.
He was a riddled ember
of what he could have been
but somewhat faded, lack of remembrance,
and no intentions were there seen.
He entered the cave,
as brave and curious as fire in glory,
and in him a melody wave
unbiased followed him around the gory
visions of phantoms that fathom
whichever unfathomable for him is,
maciated by his destiny, his atom
had joined the sound of...
#dreams
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#mystery
#magic
29 reads
0 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 6:44pm
18th Apr 2021 6:44pm
Birth of a Hero: When She Mourns
Ashes are what's left of the grass
the oceans boil, and I hear her screaming
I know her tremor, I feel her in my trance
I watch her weep, I see her bleeding
Where are the guns, your lover's sword?
Your father's rage, the ship poised to sail
on your mother's fjord?
Where are your children?
do you shield their eyes?
When will you be ready to say goodbye?
Something shadows the horizon
beating wings that shake the wind...
I can hear the gods work their fists
I can feel the song our seeress sings
But will it...
the oceans boil, and I hear her screaming
I know her tremor, I feel her in my trance
I watch her weep, I see her bleeding
Where are the guns, your lover's sword?
Your father's rage, the ship poised to sail
on your mother's fjord?
Where are your children?
do you shield their eyes?
When will you be ready to say goodbye?
Something shadows the horizon
beating wings that shake the wind...
I can hear the gods work their fists
I can feel the song our seeress sings
But will it...
#war
#apocalypse
#mythology
#pagan
#magic
47 reads
3 Comments
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