Longing

Whispers shared
'tween bent heads
echo still in time.
Carry us to beds
seperate
yet aligned.

Lover, what soft whispers said
Between us
can fill this empty space?
Yet no Words need
at all be uttered.
No words need be said.

And trapped there in our near mouths
defences crumble down
until there is but only us.
We have no need of sound.

The rushing river of our blood
will drown out any woe.
And pulse, like thunder in our veins,
rages for what we know
will be the Ultimate joining.

Oh to make love to you!

Contributed and authored by Moontoadie

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The Book

By Raven Lemay

Across from darkened hall, behind closed door,
a small lamp flickers faithfully.
I sit with feet upon the cold stone floor
Worn smooth by those who've journeyed before me.

The light of candle falls upon my pen
And illuminates the Word and Way for me.
The Shadows they rise up and fall again
But the colors they are bright enough to see.

The twisting Vine around the Word does grow
with gilt-gold leaves and fruits so ripe and rare
and becomes a candle - with red flame all aglow
and the flame becomes the Lion's golden hair.

I turn the page, and there before my eyes
The Word illumines brighter than before
The stars and universe enfold It round
as cherubim and seraphim adore.

With silver moon and stars around her feet
The Universe enfolds her with Its Grace.
For she bears the Cosmic Child of Light so sweet
The Undying Sun who holds the world in His embrace.

I wrap a woolen cloak around my frame
to ward off the chill and drafty winds of night
That shake and try to squelch the Candle flame
and make dark - the Word before my sight.

For I myself am drawn into the scene
In colors bright - alive and many hued.
I see in myself the Vine so evergreen
Myself with candle flame imbued.

I know not yet the Writing on this page
for the Author of it alone directs the pen
But when the time is ripe for the Word Unknown
I will pick up this book and write and read again.

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The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curl’d like a lambs back was shav’d, so I said.
Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head’s bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair

And so he was quiet. & that very night.
As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight
That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack
Were all of them lock’d up in coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had a bright key
And he open’d the coffins & set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind.
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho’ the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

by William Blake

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The Comet

So well with word
the seducers voice was heard
o'er the whisper of the linen.

"And so,' said she,
'Let us e'er be
skyclad 'neath the Heavens".

"Dance with me sweet Temptress.
Let our limbs entwine
upon this bed so downy soft.
'Tis ours, not yours or mine.
Of what I speak
there is no Telling
For it is ever as it is not.
We have one place yet
for our dwelling
never found, yet always sought."

And so with eyes aglow
with Midnight
and a smile handsomely done,
The seducer lifted one fond finger.
Touched her breast with one fond finger.
And shuddering,
near undone,
the lady asked:

"What is it that you speak of love?
What have you and I?
Are we not here to live
and couple 'neath th' inky sky?"

Slowly tracing circles
as his mouth found hers to dine,
the lover whispered tenderly,
"We have an aeon of time."

"Say it is not true!' cried she,
'Say it is not so!
An aeon is so little
and we have so far to go!"

He held his distraught lady.
Brought his mouth down to her lips
and they touched at face and belly,
from shoulder down to hip.

"Alas it is so little,
But far more than many men
have in their meager lifetimes
and so lady, we shall begin."

Close became then closer
'til there was no light to be seen
'tween their naked bodies
flaming liquid sheen.

Upon the deepest darkest night
cast eye to the sky above
and see racing 'cross the heavens high
two lovers burning with their love.

Authored and contributed by Toadie

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Paganistic Poem

By Daniel Edmonds

Go ahead and talk about us, as we seem to make you doubt,
Because God has condemned us by what we can't live without.
Preach at us when we draw near just like all Christians do.
But don't come running back to us when spirits walk on through.

We freeze your conversations when we pass you on the street,
If only we saw your true God, oh wouldn't that be sweet
We may well be exploited by your taunts forevermore
But we will not be swayed from the things we most adore.

We endured with admiration of our gods through burning days
And salvaged what we could from our true Karmic Phrase
To say what we believe is wrong, you really have some nerve
We deserve some freedom from the one you claim to serve.

Say that we are sinners, as we have no common sense?
As if we'd copy what you do at our own self-expense!
You look up at your "true" god to receive his holy smile,
It doesn't mean that we agree, or will change our pagan style.

You can laugh at our starvation, and our divining games,
But know that when we rest at last, our time will come again
You've picked up quite the story, likely brainwashed from the womb,
What happened to love thy neighbor - you've been corrupted, but by whom?

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The Benevolent Witch

With friendly wand awhirling air
And kindly smile without a care,
A plump stripped cat in her abode
'Next a croaking green and warty toad,
A long haired whimsical wonderful witch
Completes a spell without a hitch.
And laughing joy and turn around
To bring her love to earth abound.
Deosil thrice and widdershins
Bind and hold and wash of sins,
Til this age is safely kept
And no more tears of pain are wept.

Authored and contributed by Toadie

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Strange Changes

I met you first on darkened moors,
one night beneath a cobalt moon
We walked the hills, climbed rugged tors
the wind sang sweet cold eerie tunes

Then you were quick to dance,
your lustrous hair a flowing breeze
When I chanced to glance at you
I saw your body rearrange
taking the shape of a yew tree
Strange change I thought...so strange...

The second time I saw you playing a sea nymph
on a black sand beach
We swam Together Through the surf,
I Touched the sea, but you I could not reach

Then you were quick to laugh,
your mirth a shiny aura
I paused to stare
while you shimmered in the air
taking a Griffin's form
Strange change I cried...too strange

The last time I saw you
acting like a wilderness child
Canadian tundra frozen and bleak,
animal magic free and wild

Presenting your true self
while the wolves remained silent
The Moon howled in delight
as you kissed me softly in the arctic night
and left me standing on a melting world
full of strange changes...very strange...

by Zhuavastou c1996

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Sweet Bell Of The Garden

"Sssssh," mother's teaching now
And She's wearing the face of a child
Moonfaced self sure maiden
Not quite wild

She's bearing snails and centipedes
She's laughing in the sun
She's Walking in the lowlands now
And She's only just begun

She's singing in the cricket's song
She's dancing in the dew
She's come, Sweet Bell of the Garden
To enchant you.

-Merry- June 5, 1995

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To The Evening Star

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening
Now, while the sun rests on the mountain’s light
Thy bright torch of love
Thy radiant crown
Put on and smile upon our eveningbed
Smile on our loves
And while thou drawest the bluest curtains of the sky
Scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep
Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake speaks silence with the glimmering eyes
And wash the dusk with silver
Soon full soon dost thou withdraw
Then the wolf rages wide
And the lion glares thro’ the dun forest
The fleeces our flocks are cover’d with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.

by William Blake

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I Am A Witch

In deepest night, in forest deep,
In broad daylight, awake, asleep,
I am a Witch at every hour,
Touching magick, wielding power.

I am Goddess, Neverborn;
I wear the crescent, wear the horn,
I cast the circle, raise the cone,
And pour the wine when power's flown.

"An ye harm none, do as ye will"
Heal always, never kill,
Work your will but Earth revere,
And every creature living here.

Celebrate as the Wheel turns,
Dance and leap as bale fire burns.
Sing to Goddess, Moon times three,
Drink to God, stag-horned He.

Soar upon the astral planes,
Visit woodland fairy fanes,
Swim with dolphins in the sea,
Say to all things, "I am Thee."

Live in peace with cowan folk,
Touch with magick, give them hope;
Live with kindness, die with peace,
In Summerland to find surcease.

by Amber K.

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The Indian Serenade By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me -- who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream--
And the Champak's odours
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O beloved as thou art!

O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last

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How Far

How far do you walk
and where do you go
for it happens so often
this walk that you do
that it's peaceful to know
it is only for you.
While on this Earth-walk
our conscious becomes alive
and it's Through this awareness
that we can survive.
So, I ask you now in all seriousness
where is this place of Trust and Innocence
that we are told so often, Really exists.
So try not to struggle and be balanced in Thought
for it doesn't matter at all where you will start
The secret you'll find is to stay True to Yourself
so you can be you and nobody else.
Our lives are a gift for us to embrace
So my question to Thee?
Is why do we hate.
I don't know why
It's so hard to explain
The Beauty and Peace even the Pain.

(c. Roy Rindom, January 26, 1993)

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Pandemonium

Hi, ho, it's Spring again,
Out of my eye's corner
I Thought I saw the Horned Man, the Green Man
Charging down the glen,

It was not Pan,
I did not get that freezing in the bone,
Half fear, half ecstacy.
Perhaps I was mistook,
And only wished I saw,

And maybe Pan is playing in a rock band,
Traveling in a wave of liquorous riot,
George 'Something' and the Destroyers

Sonia Brock

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Ahab And Other Poems

Book: Ahab And Other Poems by Aleister Crowley

Mr. Crowley has amplified the Biblical narrative, has given to the savage figure of Ahab some-thing of the nobility of reason that rebels Against the tyranny of his fate. There is a modern self-consciousness in this tragic, brooding monologue. Mr. Aleister Crowley's previous work has been eccentric, and at the best he has done more to provoke curiosity than to give confidence. Now he chooses to handicap himself by printing his poems in a type that must inevitably impose restrictions upon many readers.

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Guardians

She calls the power to
Women in Circle dance.
She drums the Heartbeat forth,
drowning out Darkening.

Dragoning magic rites,
blindfolded, sword sharpened,
firelit, the other woman
beckons the Hearkening.

Singing with tambourines,
Conscience bared, FireJumpers;
leaping the passions that
threaten the journeying.

Meditate mystery,
Back through the labyrinth
sacred of ancient ones,
corridors echoing.

Drums she the Silver Chord
tying their spirits down;
sounding the pressure waves
pushed forth by blood surging.

Smoke draws the elements
Thunder and Lightening.
Wise one in Center is
singing the Ripening.

Back from the Underground
sleepwalk the Dreaming Ones.
Up through the thicket and
stone are they wandering.

She who is warding Death,
ceases with brandishing.
Open is Circle and
ended the Gathering.

Mary Riversong
Copyright 2002

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Household Gods Comedy

Book: Household Gods Comedy by Aleister Crowley

"The Household," a one-act Comedy that makes readers roar With laughter, is eaxctly one of those masterpieces by This important Bristish writer that needs to be rediscovered by contemporary readers.

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Icelandic Poetry Or The Edda Of Saemund

Book: Icelandic Poetry Or The Edda Of Saemund by Loptsson

The Poetic Edda is a collection of Old Norse poems primarily preserved in the Icelandic mediaeval manuscript Codex Regius. Along with Snorri Sturluson's Prose Edda, the Poetic Edda is the most important extant source on Norse Mythology and Germanic heroic legends.

Codex Regius was written in the 13th century but nothing is known of its whereabouts until 1643 when it came into the possession of Brynjolfur Sveinsson, then Bishop of Skalholt. At that time versions of the Prose Edda were well known in Iceland but scholars speculated that there once was another Edda—an Elder Edda—which contained the pagan poems which Snorri quotes in his Prose Edda. When Codex Regius was discovered, it seemed that this speculation had proven correct. Brynjolfur attributed the manuscript to Semundr the Learned, a larger-than-life 12th century Icelandic priest. While this attribution is rejected by modern scholars, the name Semundar Edda is still sometimes encountered.

Bishop Brynjolfur sent Codex Regius as a present to the Danish king, hence the name. For centuries it was stored in the Royal Library in Copenhagen but in 1971 it was returned to Iceland.

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Myth Ritual And Religion

Book review: Myth Ritual And Religion by Andrew Lang

The original edition of Myth, Ritual and Religion, published in 1887, has long been out of print. In revising the book I have brought it into line with the ideas expressed in the second part of my Making of Religion (1898) and have excised certain passages which, as the book first appeared, were inconsistent with its main thesis. In some cases the original passages are retained in notes, to show the nature of the development of the author's opinions. A
fragment or two of controversy has been deleted, and chapters xi. and xii., on the religion of the lowest races, have been entirely rewritten, on the strength of more recent or earlier information lately acquired.

The gist of the book as it stands now and as it originally stood is contained in the following lines from the preface of 1887: "While the attempt is made to show that the wilder features of myth survive from, or were borrowed from, or were imitated from the ideas of people in the savage condition of thought, the existence--even among savages--of comparatively pure, if inarticulate, religious beliefs is insisted on throughout". To that opinion I adhere, and I trust that it is now expressed with more consistency than in the first edition. I have seen reason, more and more, to doubt the validity of the "ghost theory," or animistic hypothesis, as explanatory of the whole fabric of religion; and I present arguments against Mr. Tylor's contention that the higher conceptions of savage faith are borrowed from missionaries. It is very possible, however, that Mr. Tylor has arguments more powerful than those contained in his paper of 1892.

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Echoes From The Gnosis Vol Ii The Hymns Of Hermes

Book: Echoes From The Gnosis Vol Ii The Hymns Of Hermes by George Robert Stowe Mead

Like The vision of Aridaeus (Echoes 3) and the Chaldaean oracles I and II (Echoes 8 and 9), The hymns of Hermes originated in Alexandria in the first centuries CE. According to Mead, the hymns here presented were inspired by ‘the best of Ancient Egyptian wisdom’ filtered through Greek philosophy. He greatly regretted the fact that only fragments had survived of the Hermetic literature. The discovery of the virtually intact Treatise on the Eight and Ninth Sphere, describing the spiritual experience of the divine world in a dialogue between Hermes and a pupil, has greatly increased our knowledge of the nature of Hermetic hymns. According to Roelof van den Broek (Hermes Trismegistus. Inleiding, Teksten, Commentaren) this text supports Mead’s claim that Hermetic communities must have once existed, offering instruction, rituals and initiations.

Echoes from the Gnosis(1906) is a series of monographs under the title Echoes from the Gnosis (recently republished in a centennial edition) summarizing his insights into the formation of the Gnostic world-view. By this time Mead had published eight works on various aspects of the early Christian world and on “The Theosophy of the Greeks.” Together With his outstanding translations of the Hermetic books, these works established his reputation as one of the foremost English scholars in his broadly chosen fields. Mead was the first modern scholar of Gnostic tradition. A century later, the corpus of his work remains unequaled in breadth and insight.

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The River

In the midst of death and violence
A light kindling in my heart
Is Beginning to warm my soul
With new life.

I look back at the white water boiling behind me
With a shuddering anger at the treacherous, roiling white light.
I look ahead at the broad, black expanse
Smooth, yet turbulent and rich with wonderful power.

Deep moments of peace are the essence of what is Coming
Deep pools of bliss are the essence of what is coming
Troubles are the food that nourishes a peaceful life
Troubles gently feed bliss with subtle flavours of delight

I bow to all the Deities who are Bringing me wealth unmeasured
And I thank the Lord, and I thank the Lady, and I thank my Self.

Hugh Read 02-15-89

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