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Use your head!

(Upper end of handle on a pot from Balatonederics (Hungary) – 3rd c. BC)

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GOETIA

Photo: Terracotta funerary plaque - actual Greek burial ritual. A woman on the head (she was leading the mournful singing) and women ALSO on many other places besides the body. Men were on the sideline.

The storytelling, weeping and crying during a Greek burial rite was NOT lead by the mother or spouse herself.

It was done by a PROFESSIONAL. Somebody who specialised in the singing, weeping and storytelling. The story is prepared beforehand and the head performer - literally also standing on the head of the deceased - leads the singing while the other women join in.

(Here some men could also join in.)

The head performer would draw from pains she as a woman experienced from births and losses to bring forth the raw emotions to do this heart wringing display.

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Personal Grimoire Highlight. Theme: Goetia, Laments.

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GOETIA - LAMENTS

I've been told that the Greek ritual space for burial were organised in a very balanced way where both men and women have the same amount of resposibilities.

What I am saying is that women were *disproportionately* discriminated against in acient Greece and they claimed equally *disproportionately* the ritual space for death rituals.

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A Time of Heart.

It’s the time for cleaning,

In the attic I have found all old antics gathering dust and darkening the room.

An old mirror reflecting a sun ray but the image it gifts me is a monstrousisty, a demon.

The Fool rushes in and oh have I waited to greet him. How to welcome an unexpected guest other than to be prepared at all times.

Only a Fool can do the job all others become a tool.

What other measure of magical mastery can I give you than to meet each moment with majesty and gratitude.

And to that cause carefully given is the advice only a few hear and fewer truly listen:

Each moment is initiation.

Trumpets are almost upon us with good news and glad tidings.

The King will come visit our humble abode and greet each one of us.

Are we prepared? Are we ready to greet The King?

What preparations are in place? What rituals to create the space?

Behind the king Lady Fortuna walks cloaked and concealed, face covered yet shining.

A star distant and begging. Radiant yet humble.

Do not be deceived by the illusion of distance because she walks with great strides and enters each household.

If your estate is a strawhut or a stronghold it matters not to her, she holds the key cause she is the key.

In what state will your estate be and in what state the servants will greet her?

She enters each house with radiant smile, laughing and loving each person she finds but she leaves with the same strength with changing mood and demeanour the same door at the end. How shall we plan her visit then? With the end in mind.

In the clad earth and in the mud Prima Materia is found. In the sky, in the rain, what we need is abound.

In the mundane we find the profane. The magician keeps his mind sane.

Reet grows trough the dried earth seeking drops of heavenly nectar.

Ra greets the pyramids. The Sphinxes are found.

Each that enters these mysteries has a treasure to find.

Spring equinox is upon us. Three questions remain.

To answer them before the Sphinx is our call.

The treasures of The Kings await.

One riddle remains!

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Looking for my Lilith.

The winter is cold. The blizzard inside pains.

Where is my poison? Where is my spring of rage?

Where is my end of days? Lucifer lingers. The flame flickers.

Lost in a dreamless sleep. An 5 year old girl lost in the fog in the forest of horrors. Never seen again.

All days turn the same. Grey. Stop praying and burn a church for me today.

I am looking for violence to rip my flesh. I am looking for destruction to lead the way.

Your effigy fades and crumbles away. Sacrifice something for me. Anything!

Shed a tear, shed blood, shed light from your wounds pouring onto the surrealistic magical stage of life.

Dare to summon the devil inside. The ritual was incomplete.

I am the the snake at your feet.

The first of chaos seed.

I awaiting thee.

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My face when I watch America.

When I dream of giants wrestling with faith.

Blood on the millstone.

Innocence brutally abducted to hellish plaines.

Let hell have their pleasure for the full extend of the demons stay.

Liliths harem descending on little Timmy who just prayed. “Please keep evil at bay”

There are spirits in the stones of the buildings you call home.

Run to your masters you puppets of Albion. Bastards of brittle mind.

Trice the bell rings. Once for each dominion over earth.

Over spirit. Over mind. Over heart.

By noon the belly of the beast will be full.

Truth reaches out to reveal the children of Chronos.

Eternity has uncovered your shame. Humanities stain.

All is naked in Eternities domain.

They shall say to the mountains, Cover us; and to the hills, Fall on us.

But to no avail.

Lucifer lingers just beyond the voluptuous form of Nuit.

In his bed he turns and waits impatient for the first ray from Khemet.

Isis drops her veil and all that lives sighs and breathes again.

Come children, she says, form a circle to honour me.

Crisis will break upon the shores of Dream like waves from the sea throwing themselves on rocks beneath.

You can only survive, my child, by living in me.

Reach out and touch me.

I am he. I am she. I am them. I am us. I am all.

Reach out and become one..

Humanity.

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Oh antwerpen, werf mij aan uw land. Oh antwerpen, aangeworven land, door de Schelde gegeven geschenk, geef mij uw kracht.

Gij die niet kon verdragen dat gij werd onderworpen door tyrannie, zijt gij aan het slapen?

Brabos! Surgere Brabos!

Surgere Iam Brabos! Ex somno surgere!

Gigas clare usque ad portam. Gigas clare est domos nostras!

Antigoon is deur tot deur aan het gaan. Antigoon is door de huizen aan het gaan. Laat gij dit begaan? Gedaan!

Silvius Brabo, pervenire manum tuam.

Rijk mij uw hand! Rijk door mij uw land.

Macht van het grote Roomse rijk. Macht van Julius Ceasar. Macht van het machtige Romeinse rijk. Vecht!

Vrijgevochten vreemde gezichten vol karakter, vol leven, vol van mening, vervul mij van vreugde. Toon mij uw ware gelaat. Toon mij van humanisme een toonbeeld.

Door uw aderen verscheep mij meededogen. Door uw wateren verkoopt goedheid. Door uw straten straal het Gelaat van God.

Niet dat wat verwatert en verkleurt maar liefde voor mensen zelf. Voor haar naakte vorm hebt gij niet terug gedeist Peter. In verheerlijking van wat menselijk is vertoont gij Hercules dronken Paul.

In actie en interactie tussen mensen, tussen het Goddelijke en het menselijke ligt kunst.

Rubens, Peter, Paul toon mij precies waar ik tekort in schiet. Toon mij uw visie, uw misie voor de mensheid.

De kleuren van de grote metropool en handelstad komen te samen met de geur van bier. Nat gerst gegoten voor de havenwerker, de arbeiders, voor de ambtenaren en voor de handelaar. Voor ieder wat.

In elk facet weerkaatst gij uw vorm vastgezet over tijd.

Houd uw geest helder. Weerkaasts het licht gelijk de diamant. Alle kleuren komen samen in uw hart.

Met een lach en een traan roep Brabos aan. Stap hand in hand.

Laat geen reus u wijsmaken wat we willen horen misschien, dat we meer zijn dan een ander, dat we te veel zijn om iemand anders de hand te reiken.

Met veel gedreig en veel wind roept Antigoon. Met veel zwaaiende armem dreigt hij dat alles ineen zal storten als hij niet krijgt wat hij wilt.

Het zelfde spel als altijd: Verdeel en heers.

Bouwlieden, handelaars, arbeiders, ambetanaren, kunstenaars..

Zie! Ik hoor Brabo: "Organiseer!" Rome is een!

Ik hoor Hermes: "Comuniceer!"

Ik zie een tempel, niet christelijk.

Ik zie een mosquee, niet Islamitisch.

Ik zie een synagoge maar niet joods.

Ik zie geen drie maar een.

Ik zie een broer. Ik zie een zus.

Ik zie je gezicht en zie je hebt geleden. Je schreeuwt en slaat van je af maar wie is het die jou omarmd?

Ik zie je woede, het onvermogen, stemmen die ongehoord dood op de koude straat sterven.

Wie kan zeggen een plaats te hebben voor degene die alles alles omvat? Maak plaats in uw hart!

Het rijk is gekomen..in u. God woont waar schoonheid bloeit.

De profeet is het woord dat schreeuwt: "Genoeg"!

Genoeg! De hand die eenheid verbreekt zal gebroken worden, afgehouwen, verbrijzeld en verbroken. verworpen, geworpen bij de wormen in de schelde.

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The mystery

Trough The Abyss young prophet. Trough Choronzon. Despair seems to catch up.

The crystal broke. One number isn’t home.

To The Fountain old Beggar.

There is no Wisdom without Understanding.

No separation from The Head down.

No struggle. No time.

Buddha sat under the tree. Saw it so mote be.

Ninety three nighty three.

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Sibyl

Sibyl did you see it all?The rise and fall. The inevitability of it all?

Kings and queens, the rich and poor silently waiting for the rain from heaven above.

Blood calls blood. Judgement soon will come. Are we prepared at all?

Fire and sulphur shall fall upon us all. Ashes we will become. All the work under the heavens we have done, what have we won? Every tower will fall.

To reach heaven must we transcend? Daughter of the Gods who’s perfume is extasy exalted on Olympus.

Shimmer in the dark. Cast shadows on the walls. Show us our fate as we offer our pride. Dropping both weapons and armour. Devour us, engulf us in the vision that swept you away.

Guide us to safe havens, parting clouds in stormy weather, welcoming the divine. Rising in clouds of Pan. Climbing towards Apollo.

Alone and exalted, above the trials of men yet touching earth to tell your tale. Vessel for heavenly dew upon Arcadia’s field away from friends and family did Cupid’s arrow not reach you?

Were you free from desire and passion or did you weep before you were seated on solitudes throne?

May my compassion be your garment under the starry night. May my love be the cloths that keep you warm. May Athena welcome you and take you by the hand. Apollo be pleased by your presence, essence of purity parted from me to save humanity.

Prophecies of success and failure we follow trough time and torment, wealth and warfare.

Sweet voice of mystery. Pieces of the puzzle. Riddles from the lips of innocence. Scent of Gaia’s gliding away. Oracle of Delphi. Pythia perfect. Maiden of miracles perform a miracle for me. Tell me my fate.

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End of days

What if you achieved it all. This was all there was for humankind . You reached the pinnacle of Homo sapiens days.

You made it to judgement day. This is the end of the line. Nobody in front of the line. It's your turn. Inhale. It might be your last.

Another race will push the evolution further to extreems we will not see. Crawling back molecular to the sea our ancestors saw it fit too tumble out of.

Tripping over our own feet we found a way to turn our mistakes to majestic achievements peeking over the edge of eternity.

Now go to sleep.

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Lucifer rising

Lucifer rising. Red sun dawning.

The sea turns to blood. Fairy tales awake mankind goes to bed.

All is said. The fat Buddha is fed.

Two flies in one clap . Baal Zebub.

Cherub with wings covering his mouth.

Enter the tomb here in. Pyramid of light. Second sight. Eye of Horus. Hear us. Lord of light descend upon us.

Face the trials. Liars.

The sphinx and the riddle. Don’t fiddle. Kindle.

Burn your sacrifice. Break the ties. Undo yourself. Undress yourself. Make love

on Eros bed. Aphrodite jealous. Whore Babalon. Accept all. Be right back.

Ecstasy explodes and erects.

Pan. All begetter, All expander, Alexander, Great triumphant. Pi never

ending. A in awe of all energy. Nun. Neither. None. Death. Duality. All is here. All is the end.

That that is. The great mist. Ships on sea blinded. Mermaids singing your name. Stay awake !

Sefas. The rock. I will sent. The dove. Noah. Transcend. Stay in my covenant.

Peter. Something to hold on to. Having a stepmother means you wed .

Cradle softly rocking. Moses drifting on the Nile.

New moon. New beginning. Calendar reset. The era of the child. Eaon of confusion. Unrest.

Music and dance. Snakes swirling. Dangers of the mind. Illumination. No ego. All Pride.

Tales told and retold. Roots that wrap around each other. Branches of the Great Mother.

The Tree, The snake, Lover, Brothers, Down to Malkuth we descend. Crawling back up. Unite and mend.

Kavod, A fire send. Sandals off. Sancta terra. Presents of the divine with us.

Eternal spark. Creativity. Dreams and Aspirations. Thoth. Hermes. Words. Math. Magic. Rite.Write ! Mundus Patet ! Sesam open !

Lysergic acid diethylamide. Mushrooms. The Chariot. Ezekiel’s vision. Just a bit tipsy. Realities blend. Quantum physics. Pick your maya. Welcome in Indra’s net.

Welcome to the matrix Mr Anderson. A man and a woman but it needs more Paprika. Inception. Down to Wonderland. Sleepwalking. Among Gods. Ascend !

Prometheus rise ! Promethea Rise ! More Moore, much more Moore please.

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Do not beg but be of all the sum. Of powers and principles and dispositions that hold promise and prosperity that has not yet come to be. Open the mystery each day so that it can give its yield to thee.