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addamvelaryon · 2 years ago

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A connection between the trees and the sea:

Closer at hand, it was the trees that ruled. To south and east the wood went on as far as Jon could see, a vast tangle of root and limb painted in a thousand shades of green, with here and there a patch of red where a weirwood shouldered through the pines and sentinels, or a blush of yellow where some broadleafs had begun to turn. When the wind blew, he could hear the creak and groan of branches older than he was. A thousand leaves fluttered, and for a moment the forest seemed a deep green sea, storm-tossed and heaving, eternal and unknowable.

Ghost was not like to be alone down there, he thought. Anything could be moving under that sea, creeping toward the ringfort through the dark of the wood, concealed beneath those trees.

— A Clash of Kings, Jon IV

Another thing I noticed, the Dothraki in Essos avoid both:

To the Dothraki, water that a horse could not drink was something foul; the heaving grey-green plains of the ocean filled them with superstitious loathing.

— A Game of Thrones, Daenerys VI

The horselords had hitherto shunned the forests of the northern coasts; some say this was because of their reverence for the vanished wood walkers, others because they feared their powers.

— The World of Ice and Fire, Ib

The description of the forest dwellers of Essos is quite similar to the way the race called the Children of the Forest or Those Who Sing the Song of Earth are described in Westeros:

The God-Kings of Ib, before their fall, did succeed in conquering and colonizing a huge swathe of northern Essos immediately south of Ib itself, a densely wooded region that had formerly been the home of a small, shy forest folk. Some say that the Ibbenese extinguished this gentle race, whilst others believe they went into hiding in the deeper woods or fled to other lands. The Dothraki still call the great forest along the northern coast the Kingdom of the Ifequevron, the name by which they knew the vanished forest-dwellers.

The fabled Sea Snake, Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides, was the first Westerosi to visit these woods. After his return from the Thousand Islands, he wrote of carved trees, haunted grottoes, and strange silences. A later traveler, the merchant-adventurer Bryan of Oldtown, captain of the cog Spearshaker, provided an account of his own journey across the Shivering Sea. He reported that the Dothraki name for the lost people meant “those who walk in the woods.”

— The World of Ice and Fire, Ib

Interestingly, walking through the woods is a descriptor that references the White Walkers as well:

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.”

— A Game of Thrones, Bran IV

The horn blew thrice long, three long blasts means Others. The white walkers of the wood, the cold shadows, the monsters of the tales that made him squeak and tremble as a boy, riding their giant ice-spiders, hungry for blood …

— A Storm of Swords, Samwell I

Of the forest dwellers, the COTF seem to be a friendlier race whereas the White Walkers are presented as sinister. The same seems to ring true for the merlings, between those who live in the far north and those that reside in the southern waters:

They tell of pale blue mists that move across the waters, mists so cold that any ship they pass over is frozen instantly; of drowned spirits who rise at night to drag the living down into the grey-green depths; of mermaids pale of flesh with black-scaled tails, far more malign than their sisters of the south.

— The World of Ice and Fire, The Shivering Sea

The northern waters also have a curtain of light that matches the one in the Land of Always Winter:

Sailors, by nature a gullible and superstitious lot, as fond of their fancies as singers, tell many tales of these frigid northern waters. They speak of queer lights shimmering in the sky, where the demon mother of the ice giants dances eternally through the night, seeking to lure men northward to their doom. They whisper of Cannibal Bay, where ships enter at their peril only to find themselves trapped forever when the sea freezes hard behind them.

— The World of Ice and Fire, The Shivering Sea

And he looked past the Wall, past endless forests cloaked in snow, past the frozen shore and the great blue-white rivers of ice and the dead plains where nothing grew or lived. North and north and north he looked, to the curtain of light at the end of the world, and then beyond that curtain. He looked deep into the heart of winter, and then he cried out, afraid, and the heat of his tears burned on his cheeks.

— A Game of Thrones, Bran III

DEAD THINGS IN THE WOODS. DEAD THINGS IN THE WATER.

I was once again thinking about how Patchface has a tendency to say some rather odd things, and if you view the phrase "under the sea" as an indication of death/afterlife, the things he says take on a more sinister connotation:

Patchface rang his bells. “It is always summer under the sea,” he intoned. “The merwives wear nennymoans in their hair and weave gowns of silver seaweed. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.”

— A Clash of Kings, Prologue

Patchface was capering about as the maester made his slow way around the table to Davos Seaworth. “Here we eat fish,” the fool declared happily, waving a cod about like a scepter. “Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.”

— A Clash of Kings, Prologue

“Under the sea the old fish eat the young fish,” the fool muttered at Davos. He bobbed his head, and his bells clanged and chimed and sang. “I know, I know, oh oh oh.”

— A Storm of Swords, Davos V

They found Her Grace sewing by the fire, whilst her fool danced about to music only he could hear, the cowbells on his antlers clanging. “The crow, the crow,” Patchface cried when he saw Jon. “Under the sea the crows are white as snow, I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.”

— A Dance With Dragons, Jon XI

Patchface jumped up. “I will lead it!” His bells rang merrily. “We will march into the sea and out again. Under the waves we will ride seahorses, and mermaids will blow seashells to announce our coming, oh, oh, oh.”

— A Dance With Dragons, Jon XIII

“Under the sea, men marry fishes.” Patchface did a little dance step, jingling his bells. “They do, they do, they do.”

— A Dance With Dragons, Jon XIII

Patchface drowned but survived under mysterious circumstances:

The boy washed up on the third day. Maester Cressen had come down with the rest, to help put names to the dead. When they found the fool he was naked, his skin white and wrinkled and powdered with wet sand. Cressen had thought him another corpse, but when Jommy grabbed his ankles to drag him off to the burial wagon, the boy coughed water and sat up. To his dying day, Jommy had sworn that Patchface’s flesh was clammy cold.

No one ever explained those two days the fool had been lost in the sea. The fisherfolk liked to say a mermaid had taught him to breathe water in return for his seed.

— A Clash of Kings, Prologue

The previous passage almost seems to echo the following:

He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” she would add, “for all men must know fear.” A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.

— A Storm of Swords, Bran IV

That's not the only connection that exists between the merlings and the white walkers:

Mormont was deaf to the edge in his voice. “The fisherfolk near Eastwatch have glimpsed white walkers on the shore.”

This time Tyrion could not hold his tongue. “The fisherfolk of Lannisport often glimpse merlings.”

— A Game of Thrones, Tyrion III

Which of course reminds me of Cotter Pyke's ominous letter to Jon Snow:

At Hardhome, with six ships. Wild seas. Blackbird lost with all hands, two Lyseni ships driven aground on Skane, Talon taking water. Very bad here. Wildlings eating their own dead. Dead things in the woods. Braavosi captains will only take women, children on their ships. Witch women call us slavers. Attempt to take Storm Crow defeated, six crew dead, many wildlings. Eight ravens left. Dead things in the water. Send help by land, seas wracked by storms. From Talon, by hand of Maester Harmune.

Cotter Pyke had made his angry mark below.

“Is it grievous, my lord?” asked Clydas.

“Grievous enough.” Dead things in the wood. Dead things in the water. Six ships left, of the eleven that set sail. Jon Snow rolled up the parchment, frowning. Night falls, he thought, and now my war begins.

— A Dance With Dragons, Jon XI

Dead things in the woods. Dead things in the water. Here's the description of the white walkers and the merlings:

Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat.

[...]

A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took.

— A Game of Thrones, Prologue

— The World of Ice and Fire, The Shivering Sea

Pale and black and grey-green. All frozen.

There is also this similarity of both being said to lay with human women to sire terrible offsprings:

He remembered the hearth tales Old Nan told them. The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slavers and slayers and thieves. They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns. And their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half-human children.

— A Game of Thrones, Bran I

An even more fanciful possibility was put forth a century ago by Maester Theron. Born a bastard on the Iron Islands, Theron noted a certain likeness between the black stone of the ancient fortress and that of the Seastone Chair, the high seat of House Greyjoy of Pyke, whose origins are similarly ancient and mysterious. Theron’s rather inchoate manuscript Strange Stone postulates that both fortress and seat might be the work of a queer, misshapen race of half men sired by creatures of the salt seas upon human women. These Deep Ones, as he names them, are the seed from which our legends of merlings have grown, he argues, whilst their terrible fathers are the truth behind the Drowned God of the ironborn.

— The World of Ice and Fire, The Reach

We know the dragons are contrasted against the white walkers, but perhaps the merlings are too:

The big man looked out toward the terrace. “I knew it would rain,” he said in a gloomy tone. “My bones were aching last night. They always ache before it rains. The dragons won’t like this. Fire and water don’t mix, and that’s a fact.”

— A Dance With Dragons, The Dragontamer

Although no one can say for certain exactly what kind of creatures Euron (who, while not exactly THE NIGHT KING, is still very Night King coded) plans on summoning from the sea, but perhaps the merlings are part of his plan.

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british-order-of-thelema-blog · 6 years ago

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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

For the second day of the Thelemic Holy season pathworking (March 21st e.v.) we are studying Atu XX - 'The Aeon' which corresponds to the path of Shin which connects the sephira Malkuth and Hod on the kabbalistic Tree of Life.

Todays reading is Chapter IV from Liber LXV: Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente sub figûra אדני

1. O crystal heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee; I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, O God my beloved.

2. Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I, O Lord my God!

3. There is a beauty unspeakable in this heart of corruption, where the flowers are aflame.

4. Ah me! but the thirst of Thy joy parches up this throat, so that I cannot sing.

5. I will make me a little boat of my tongue, and explore the unknown rivers. It may be that the everlasting salt may turn to sweetness, and that my life may be no longer athirst.

6. O ye that drink of the brine of your desire, ye are nigh to madness! Your torture increaseth as ye drink, yet still ye drink. Come up through the creeks to the fresh water; I shall be waiting for you with my kisses.

7. As the bezoar-stone that is found in the belly of the cow, so is my lover among lovers.

8. O honey boy! Bring me Thy cool limbs hither! Let us sit awhile in the orchard, until the sun go down! Let us feast on the cool grass! Bring wine, ye slaves, that the cheeks of my boy may flush red.

9. In the garden of immortal kisses, O thou brilliant One, shine forth! Make Thy mouth an opium-poppy, that one kiss is the key to the infinite sleep and lucid, the sleep of Shi-loh-am.

10. In my sleep I beheld the Universe like a clear crystal without one speck.

11. There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and prate of their feats of wine-bibbing.

12. There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and revile the guests.

13. The guests dally upon couches of mother-of-pearl in the garden; the noise of the foolish men is hidden from them.

14. Only the inn-keeper feareth lest the favour of the king be withdrawn from him.

15. Thus spake the Magister V.V.V.V.V. unto Adonai his God, as they played together in the starlight over against the deep black pool that is in the Holy Place of the Holy House beneath the Altar of the Holiest One.

16. But Adonai laughed, and played more languidly.

17. Then the scribe took note, and was glad. But Adonai had no fear of the Magician and his play. For it was Adonai who had taught all his tricks to the Magician.

18. And the Magister entered into the play of the Magician. When the Magician laughed he laughed; all as a man should do.

19. And Adonai said: Thou art enmeshed in the web of the Magician. This He said subtly, to try him.

20. But the Magister gave the sign of the Magistry, and laughed back on Him: O Lord, O beloved, did these fingers relax on Thy curls, or these eyes turn away from Thine eye?

21. And Adonai delighted in him exceedingly.

22. Yea, O my master, thou art the beloved of the Beloved One; the Bennu Bird is set up in Philæ not in vain.

23. I who was the priestess of Ahathoor rejoice in your love. Arise, O Nile-God, and devour the holy place of the Cow of Heaven! Let the milk of the stars be drunk up by Sebek the dweller of Nile!

24. Arise, O serpent Apep, Thou art Adonai the beloved one! Thou art my darling and my lord, and Thy poison is sweeter than the kisses of Isis the mother of the Gods!

25. For Thou art He! Yea, Thou shalt swallow up Asi and Asar, and the children of Ptah. Thou shalt pour forth a flood of poison to destroy the works of the Magician. Only the Destroyer shall devour Thee; Thou shalt blacken his throat, wherein his spirit abideth. Ah, serpent Apep, but I love Thee!

26. My God! Let Thy secret fang pierce to the marrow of the little secret bone that I have kept against the Day of Vengeance of Hoor-Ra. Let Kheph-Ra sound his sharded drone! let the jackals of Day and Night howl in the wilderness of Time! let the Towers of the Universe totter, and the guardians hasten away! For my Lord hath revealed Himself as a mighty serpent, and my heart is the blood of His body.

27. I am like a love-sick courtesan of Corinth. I have toyed with kings and captains, and made them my slaves. To-day I am the slave of the little asp of death; and who shall loosen our love?

28. Weary, weary! saith the scribe, who shall lead me to the sight of the Rapture of my master?

29. The body is weary and the soul is sore weary and sleep weighs down their eyelids; yet ever abides the sure consciousness of ecstasy, unknown, yet known in that its being is certain. O Lord, be my helper, and bring me to the bliss of the Beloved!

30. I came to the house of the Beloved, and the wine was like fire that flieth with green wings through the world of waters.

31. I felt the red lips of nature and the black lips of perfection. Like sisters they fondled me their little brother; they decked me out as a bride; they mounted me for Thy bridal chamber.

32. They fled away at Thy coming; I was alone before Thee.

33. I trembled at Thy coming, O my God, for Thy messenger was more terrible than the Death-star.

34. On the threshold stood the fulminant figure of Evil, the Horror of emptiness, with his ghastly eyes like poisonous wells. He stood, and the chamber was corrupt; the air stank. He was an old and gnarled fish more hideous than the shells of Abaddon.

35. He enveloped me with his demon tentacles; yea, the eight fears took hold upon me.

36. But I was anointed with the right sweet oil of the Magister; I slipped from the embrace as a stone from the sling of a boy of the woodlands.

37. I was smooth and hard as ivory; the horror gat no hold. Then at the noise of the wind of Thy coming he was dissolved away, and the abyss of the great void was unfolded before me.

38. Across the waveless sea of eternity Thou didst ride with Thy captains and Thy hosts; with Thy chariots and horsemen and spearmen didst Thou travel through the blue.

39. Before I saw Thee Thou wast already with me; I was smitten through by Thy marvellous spear.

40. I was stricken as a bird by the bolt of the thunderer; I was pierced as the thief by the Lord of the Garden.

41. O my Lord, let us sail upon the sea of blood!

42. There is a deep taint beneath the ineffable bliss; it is the taint of generation.

43. Yea, though the flower wave bright in the sunshine, the root is deep in the darkness of earth.

44. Praise to thee, O beautiful dark earth, thou art the mother of a million myriads of myriads of flowers.

45. Also I beheld my God, and the countenance of Him was a thousandfold brighter than the lightning. Yet in his heart I beheld the slow and dark One, the ancient one, the devourer of His children.

46. In the height and the abyss, O my beautiful, there is no thing, verily, there is no thing at all, that is not altogether and perfectly fashioned for Thy delight.

47. Light cleaveth unto Light, and filth to filth; with pride one contemneth another. But not Thou, who art all, and beyond it; who art absolved from the Division of the Shadows.

48. O day of Eternity, let Thy wave break in foamless glory of sapphire upon the laborious coral of our making!

49. We have made us a ring of glistening white sand, strewn wisely in the midst of the Delightful Ocean.

50. Let the palms of brilliance flower upon our island; we shall eat of their fruit, and be glad.

51. But for me the lustral water, the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding abyss.

52. I have a little son like a wanton goat; my daughter is like an unfledged eaglet; they shall get them fins, that they may swim.

53. That they may swim, O my beloved, swim far in the warm honey of Thy being, O blessed one, O boy of beatitude!

54. This heart of mine is girt about with the serpent that devoureth his own coils.

55. When shall there be an end, O my darling, O when shall the Universe and the Lord thereof be utterly swallowed up?

56. Nay! who shall devour the Infinite? who shall undo the Wrong of the Beginning?

57. Thou criest like a white cat upon the roof of the Universe; there is none to answer Thee.

58. Thou art like a lonely pillar in the midst of the sea; there is none to behold Thee, O Thou who beholdest all!

59. Thou dost faint, thou dost fail, thou scribe; cried the desolate Voice; but I have filled thee with a wine whose savour thou knowest not.

60. It shall avail to make drunken the people of the old gray sphere that rolls in the infinite Far-off; they shall lap the wine as dogs that lap the blood of a beautiful courtesan pierced through by the Spear of a swift rider through the city.

61. I too am the Soul of the desert; thou shalt seek me yet again in the wilderness of sand.

62. At thy right hand a great lord and a comely; at thy left hand a woman clad in gossamer and gold and having the stars in her hair. Ye shall journey far into a land of pestilence and evil; ye shall encamp in the river of a foolish city forgotten; there shall ye meet with Me.

63. There will I make Mine habitation; as for bridal will I come bedecked and anointed; there shall the Consummation be accomplished.

64. O my darling, I also wait for the brilliance of the hour ineffable, when the universe shall be like a girdle for the midst of the ray of our love, extending beyond the permitted end of the endless One.

65. Then, O thou heart, will I the serpent eat thee wholly up; yea, I will eat thee wholly up.

Happy pathworking and meditations!

In LVX et NOX

Love is the law, love under Will.

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holy-mountaineering · 6 years ago

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IV 1. O crystal heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee; I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, O God my beloved. 2. Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I, O Lord my God! 3. There is a beauty unspeakable in this heart of corruption, where the flowers are aflame. 4. Ah me! but the thirst of Thy joy parches up this throat, so that I cannot sing. 5. I will make me a little boat of my tongue, and explore the unknown rivers. It may be that the everlasting salt may turn to sweetness, and that my life may be no longer athirst. 6. O ye that drink of the brine of your desire, ye are nigh to madness! Your torture increaseth as ye drink, yet still ye drink. Come up through the creeks to the fresh water; I shall be waiting for you with my kisses. 7. As the bezoar-stone that is found in the belly of the cow, so is my lover among lovers. 8. O honey boy! Bring me Thy cool limbs hither! Let us sit awhile in the orchard, until the sun go down! Let us feast on the cool grass! Bring wine, ye slaves, that the cheeks of my boy may flush red. 9. In the garden of immortal kisses, O thou brilliant One, shine forth! Make Thy mouth an opium-poppy, that one kiss is the key to the infinite sleep and lucid, the sleep of Shi-loh-am. 10. In my sleep I beheld the Universe like a clear crystal without one speck. 11. There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and prate of their feats of wine-bibbing. 12. There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and revile the guests. 13. The guests dally upon couches of mother-of-pearl in the garden; the noise of the foolish men is hidden from them. 14. Only the inn-keeper feareth lest the favour of the king be withdrawn from him. 15. Thus spake the Magister V.V.V.V.V. unto Adonai his God, as they played together in the starlight over against the deep black pool that is in the Holy Place of the Holy House beneath the Altar of the Holiest One. 16. But Adonai laughed, and played more languidly. 17. Then the scribe took note, and was glad. But Adonai had no fear of the Magician and his play. For it was Adonai who had taught all his tricks to the Magician. 18. And the Magister entered into the play of the Magician. When the Magician laughed he laughed; all as a man should do. 19. And Adonai said: Thou art enmeshed in the web of the Magician. This He said subtly, to try him. 20. But the Magister gave the sign of the Magistry, and laughed back on Him: O Lord, O beloved, did these fingers relax on Thy curls, or these eyes turn away from Thine eye? 21. And Adonai delighted in him exceedingly. 22. Yea, O my master, thou art the beloved of the Beloved One; the Bennu Bird is set up in Philæ not in vain. 23. I who was the priestess of Ahathoor rejoice in your love. Arise, O Nile-God, and devour the holy place of the Cow of Heaven! Let the milk of the stars be drunk up by Sebek the dweller of Nile! 24. Arise, O serpent Apep, Thou art Adonai the beloved one! Thou art my darling and my lord, and Thy poison is sweeter than the kisses of Isis the mother of the Gods! 25. For Thou art He! Yea, Thou shalt swallow up Asi and Asar, and the children of Ptah. Thou shalt pour forth a flood of poison to destroy the works of the Magician. Only the Destroyer shall devour Thee; Thou shalt blacken his throat, wherein his spirit abideth. Ah, serpent Apep, but I love Thee! 26. My God! Let Thy secret fang pierce to the marrow of the little secret bone that I have kept against the Day of Vengeance of Hoor-Ra. Let Kheph-Ra sound his sharded drone! let the jackals of Day and Night howl in the wilderness of Time! let the Towers of the Universe totter, and the guardians hasten away! For my Lord hath revealed Himself as a mighty serpent, and my heart is the blood of His body. 27. I am like a love-sick courtesan of Corinth. I have toyed with kings and captains, and made them my slaves. To-day I am the slave of the little asp of death; and who shall loosen our love? 28. Weary, weary! saith the scribe, who shall lead me to the sight of the Rapture of my master? 29. The body is weary and the soul is sore weary and sleep weighs down their eyelids; yet ever abides the sure consciousness of ecstasy, unknown, yet known in that its being is certain. O Lord, be my helper, and bring me to the bliss of the Beloved! 30. I came to the house of the Beloved, and the wine was like fire that flieth with green wings through the world of waters. 31. I felt the red lips of nature and the black lips of perfection. Like sisters they fondled me their little brother; they decked me out as a bride; they mounted me for Thy bridal chamber. 32. They fled away at Thy coming; I was alone before Thee. 33. I trembled at Thy coming, O my God, for Thy messenger was more terrible than the Death-star. 34. On the threshold stood the fulminant figure of Evil, the Horror of emptiness, with his ghastly eyes like poisonous wells. He stood, and the chamber was corrupt; the air stank. He was an old and gnarled fish more hideous than the shells of Abaddon. 35. He enveloped me with his demon tentacles; yea, the eight fears took hold upon me. 36. But I was anointed with the right sweet oil of the Magister; I slipped from the embrace as a stone from the sling of a boy of the woodlands. 37. I was smooth and hard as ivory; the horror gat no hold. Then at the noise of the wind of Thy coming he was dissolved away, and the abyss of the great void was unfolded before me. 38. Across the waveless sea of eternity Thou didst ride with Thy captains and Thy hosts; with Thy chariots and horsemen and spearmen didst Thou travel through the blue. 39. Before I saw Thee Thou wast already with me; I was smitten through by Thy marvellous spear. 40. I was stricken as a bird by the bolt of the thunderer; I was pierced as the thief by the Lord of the Garden. 41. O my Lord, let us sail upon the sea of blood! 42. There is a deep taint beneath the ineffable bliss; it is the taint of generation. 43. Yea, though the flower wave bright in the sunshine, the root is deep in the darkness of earth. 44. Praise to thee, O beautiful dark earth, thou art the mother of a million myriads of myriads of flowers. 45. Also I beheld my God, and the countenance of Him was a thousandfold brighter than the lightning. Yet in his heart I beheld the slow and dark One, the ancient one, the devourer of His children. 46. In the height and the abyss, O my beautiful, there is no thing, verily, there is no thing at all, that is not altogether and perfectly fashioned for Thy delight. 47. Light cleaveth unto Light, and filth to filth; with pride one contemneth another. But not Thou, who art all, and beyond it; who art absolved from the Division of the Shadows. 48. O day of Eternity, let Thy wave break in foamless glory of sapphire upon the laborious coral of our making! 49. We have made us a ring of glistening white sand, strewn wisely in the midst of the Delightful Ocean. 50. Let the palms of brilliance flower upon our island; we shall eat of their fruit, and be glad. 51. But for me the lustral water, the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding abyss. 52. I have a little son like a wanton goat; my daughter is like an unfledged eaglet; they shall get them fins, that they may swim. 53. That they may swim, O my beloved, swim far in the warm honey of Thy being, O blessed one, O boy of beatitude! 54. This heart of mine is girt about with the serpent that devoureth his own coils. 55. When shall there be an end, O my darling, O when shall the Universe and the Lord thereof be utterly swallowed up? 56. Nay! who shall devour the Infinite? who shall undo the Wrong of the Beginning? 57. Thou criest like a white cat upon the roof of the Universe; there is none to answer Thee. 58. Thou art like a lonely pillar in the midst of the sea; there is none to behold Thee, O Thou who beholdest all! 59. Thou dost faint, thou dost fail, thou scribe; cried the desolate Voice; but I have filled thee with a wine whose savour thou knowest not. 60. It shall avail to make drunken the people of the old gray sphere that rolls in the infinite Far-off; they shall lap the wine as dogs that lap the blood of a beautiful courtesan pierced through by the Spear of a swift rider through the city. 61. I too am the Soul of the desert; thou shalt seek me yet again in the wilderness of sand. 62. At thy right hand a great lord and a comely; at thy left hand a woman clad in gossamer and gold and having the stars in her hair. Ye shall journey far into a land of pestilence and evil; ye shall encamp in the river of a foolish city forgotten; there shall ye meet with Me. 63. There will I make Mine habitation; as for bridal will I come bedecked and anointed; there shall the Consummation be accomplished. 64. O my darling, I also wait for the brilliance of the hour ineffable, when the universe shall be like a girdle for the midst of the ray of our love, extending beyond the permitted end of the endless One. 65. Then, O thou heart, will I the serpent eat thee wholly up; yea, I will eat thee wholly up.

Liber LXV Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente sub figûra אדני Second Day of the Thelemic High Holy Day's Selected Reading.

#thelema #thelemic holy books #thelemic holy days #occult #magick #aleister crowley #liber lxv #liber cordis cincti serpente

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sneek-m · 7 years ago

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Summertime Pre-Game 2017

For all that I complain about summer, it’s usually the season when I tend to discover a lot of new favorites. Last year’s batch turned out to be great, and looking back at that list brings me some good memories, so I hope I can say the same about whatever summer 2017 brings me. But before we go in, I wanted to share some song obsessions from the in-between months of April to June.

Here’s a list of 10 songs that didn’t make it to this playlist but deserved a mention from the past few months. If you want to see what I liked from the last three months, here’s the list for seasons loves of January–March.

“Akatsuki”

Babymetal Babymetal (2014)

Su-Metal’s solo cuts remove an air of novelty from her group to deliver deep sincerity as much as honest skill. The latter drives home the former in the chorus of this B-side, where she crosses her heart to protect her love even if her body gives out — a compelling theme of the best Babymetal ballads.

“Unknown Journey IV”

Drexciya Journey of the Deep Sea Dweller III (2013)

Helena Hauff played this in her incredible mix for BBC Radio 1’s Essential Mix series this year. With so much subterranean techno queued, it was only a matter of time she played a Drexciya cut, and I had to hunt down which exact record from the Detroit legends was home to this funky melody.

“don’t forget me not”

Gang Parade Barely Last (2016)

Like “WE ARE the iDOL” in the same album, crushing defeat felt by Gang Parade through their road to achieve their aspirations hits home. Though the group take the brutal experience in stride come the chorus, a cloud of self-doubt never quite clears, casting the song with one bittersweet shade.

“8-Bit Boy”

Natsume Mito Natsumelo (2017)

Bygone video-game flick Pixels might have got more hits in the U.S. had they followed Japan’s lead and hired Yasutaka Nakata to produce a promo single. Mito plays a perfect character in his 8-bit world, bridging the bubbly pop of his kawaii sound and the goofy silliness needed to pull off such a romance.

“Magic Mirror”

Seiko Oomori Tokyo Black Hole (2016)

Seiko Oomori’s best songs sing the life of nobodies trying to be somebody. But while she voices their misery in “Magic Mirror” as one of them, the punk-rocker also speaks back in the voice of the very artist they rely on. With a full understanding of the power of song, she hands in one noble mission statement.

“Touch My Body”

Sistar (2014)

It’s no wonder Giorgio Moroder called Sistar to collaborate. The four were responsible for some of the most joyous disco cuts celebrating womanhood on the dance floor. “Touch My Body” is all invitation — but all on their terms. And it’s a brand of self-confidence I’ll surely miss from pop.

“Go! Go! Heaven”

Speed Starting Over (1996)

The unbreakable optimism carried by these young teens is a quality to envy — and damn, do their vocals possess the intensity to back it up too. They set out to reach the promised land no matter the obstacle. For these kids to even have faith it’s out there give me nothing but inspiration.

“Blue”

Sugababes Angels with Dirty Faces (2002)

The sense of dread spun by their ghastly harmonies as well as the beat’s computer glitches and dank bass line belong wholly in Sugababes’ England. While the acoustic-guitar chorus and the trio’s hip-hop cadence owe a sum to The Writing’s on the Wall, the dark vulnerability is all theirs.

“Everyday at the Bus Stop”

Tommy February6 Tommy February6 (2002)

From the music to her crushes, Tommy February6 writes one vibrant world of a shy teen girl. She opens this particular love letter with a riff that sounds like a toy keyboard’s demo reel of a B-side from Madonna’s self-titled debut, and the cheapness of it all only makes my heart swoon more.

“Twiggy”

Wednesday Campanella Zipangu (2015)

Kenmochi Hidefumi tries his hand at a more club record, a beat genre Japan’s rich digital underground provides by the tons. With the speedy track lasting barely two minutes, Kom_I, meanwhile, jets out the door, ready to embrace the city in high fashion — just like the song’s namesake.

#Season Loves #Babymetal #Drexciya #Gang Parade #Seiko Oomori #Natsume Mito #SPEED #Sistar #Sugababes #Tommy February6 #Wednesday Campanella

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Amnesia Scanner / AS TRUTH (MIXTAPE) (2017) [no label]

“Amnesia Scanner’s violently kinetic club visions deal in the dissonant and the absurd, all the while glimpsing hellish dystopian wastelands and the disorientation of future shock.”

“AS TRUTH’s artwork depicts a lobotomy—what looks like a forced lobotomy, to be specific. The victim appears resigned to his fate, looking confused, dejected, but also angry. In turn, the viewer is forced to share in that terrifying scene, in that discomfort, in that fear. Similarly, AS TRUTH feels like a music that’s flung at you, forced on you—something that not so much asks to be interrupted as reaches out and grabs at your attention, in thrilling, if deeply unnerving, ways.” (—)

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For the longest time, I viewed Amnesia Scanner’s music through a queer post-colonialist lens: music that took that history of violence, of un-meaning, of power and powerlessness and reworked it into a modern sonic context that works to interrogate the present. A world teetering on the void, a world that wants to violently erase the non-hetero, non-white, non-cis. A world built on the notion thereof.

It’s violent broken-glass apocalyptic vibes, spatially mutated and warped, fit perfectly alongside contemporaries like Lotic, Arca, Angel-Ho and most of the NON or PAN rosters. Since all those musicians are queer POCs who lean on post-colonialism to push the boundaries of club music, it took me by surprise that the dudes in Amnesia Scanner are Finnish white dudes living in Berlin. Lol.

Which is fine and doesn’t take away from their music, in fact it only adds more context and ways to interpret and experience that shit. It’s still the same playbook and probes the same themes, but with more focus on the post-apocalyptic side of things. It’s futuristic, but also seems to have an ancient feel to it, one continuous thread of misery. I’m bout it.

Glochids / Water on Silver (2016) [Lime Lodge]

“The 15 years that Phoenix-born, Oakland-based musician James Roemer has been working as Glochids have been a period of experimentation held together by a few powerful sensibilities and an enduring hostility to comparison.” (—)

“Water on Silver contains a distinct sonic ecology; non-hierarchical layers from contrasting sources, all interdependent … Diversity strengthens; confusion instructs … Not representative of, but consistent with, the inherent dynamics of nature … A model of an idealized radical reorganization of human social power structures … MIDI composition interfaces with field recordings from a central american cloud forest, while the focused electronics at hand nearly align with a filtered kick drum heard outside the club.” (—)

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Glochids is fucking with some the same stuff I like to fuck with, or would like to fuck with: disparate sonic worlds coming together to form something coherent. I’ve only just heard of the dude, but he’s a rewarding listen: each track has a lot going on but rarely feels overwhelming, instead often peaceful. There’ll be a chugging drum track heard faintly beneath field recordings and New Age spaced-out synth fuckery.

Sorta like stepping into a sealed off world, complete with its own biology, left to develop untouched for millennia.

Bruce Springsteen / The River (1980) [Columbia]

“The River doesn’t flow — it floods. Bruce Springsteen’s fifth album gushes forth with the fury of a burst dam, delivering torrents of despair, inspiration, heartbreak, and joy.” (—)

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Springsteen can get a little eye-rolly with his slow, on-the-nose songs and his ridiculous love of rock-n-roll-save-the-mortal-soul. But when it works, holy hell, it works. The River is def my fav Springsteen album, something that goes so fucking big it will never go home. Cold beers, screaming out a window of a car going 90 on the interstate. And also sad songs about the dying working class, but those aren’t as fun as the sad songs that have a shit ton of saxophone.

But Bruce ain’t bout pretentious turn of phrases, he’s bout the plainspoken, straightforward grace of heartland vernacular. His lyrics are simple because they’re for people who want simple, who don’t want misery to be wrapped up in deep ideas and artsy fartsy shenanigans. To the heart, not the mind.

Tho I imagine there are only so many songs bout empty marriages and girls wearing blue jeans that one man can take, so I can see the Boss being a divisive figure.

Drexciya / Journey of the Deep Sea Dweller I-IV (1995/2012) [Clone]

“The music was appropriately liquid, with hi-hats like raindrops, bass like the belch of some fanged denizen of the fathomless dark, and blippy melodies bobbing like bioluminescent lures.”

“It’s easy to remember Drexciya primarily for their shtick. Academics love them for their applicability to concepts like Afrofuturism and the Black Atlantic … Detroit true-schoolers hold them up as examples of Motor City militancy and analog purism. These are all valid positions, but [the compilation] also reminds us of Drexciya’s influence in other contexts, as well. The opening “Welcome to Drexciya” is a beatless burble that wouldn’t sound out of place on a record from Emeralds or Oneohtrix Point Never, artists more commonly associated with the “cosmic” traditions of 1970s synthesizer music. Space is a place, sure. But to immerse yourself in Drexciya’s underwater world is to be reminded that there are other dimensions just as worthy of exploration.” (—)

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Drexciya’s music was centered on their self-made mythology: this was the music produced by the citizens of the underwater metropolis of Drexciya, a country inhabited by the aquatic humanoid descendents of the pregnant slave women thrown overboard during the Great Passage across the Atlantic. Their unborn fetuses, still accustomed to life within liquid, grew gills and fins and adapted to their new ocean environment. They now seek to punish / terrorize / educate humans for their greed.

It’s very good gym music.

Other shit:

Mount Eerie Cough Orthodonix / GODDESS Migos / Culture DJ Coquelin / Operation Cheapstyle mix

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