Cecil Collins (1908-1989)... Angels Dancing around the Sun and Moon 1950

Angels Dancing around the Sun and Moon

Hilma AF Klint ~ Mother and Child, watercolour 1931

Dolorosa De La Cruz... new drawings in upcoming issue of Anathema Pillars Journal: PILLARS .III. “The Ebon Kteis”

Three art works of mine are featured in the upcoming Anathema Pillars Journal: PILLARS .III. “The Ebon Kteis”

PRE-ORDERS for PILLARS .III. “The Ebon Kteis” are now opened!

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'The Ebon Kteis' delves into the subtle beauty that lies at the threshold of Eros & Thanatos, and what has oft' been referred to as “la petite mort”: the strange connection that exists between orgasm, the loss of the senses and the ultimate release of Death; both Symbolic having a real strong bond to one another.

The subject is exploited from various angles; within witchcraft, tantrism, the necromantic arts, romanticism, et cetera (of course always leaving much interpretative power to the contributors). - Also pertaining to this Issue will be a huge emphasis on the many ways to go about the Sabbatical Rites of Soul-Flight and Congress, whether with fellow brethren or by means of Self-Initiation.

Detail of La Del SoL ~ Dolorosa , pastel on paper 2014

George Russell AE (1867-1935) ~ Aeons as yet Unrolled

Born Today ... Rosaleen Miriam "Roie" Norton, October 2, 1917, Dunedin, New Zealand

image: The Hag , watercolour

...My home is the house of winds,

With great songs of Space ringing wild in my ears

Whose shouting heart leaps to their tune.

I mock at the shapes, plodding thickly, through lamplight:

stupid and cruel - or kind -

They are alien, Other, I'm touched with uneasiness...

Fear of these human.... and glide away sidelong:

Yet joying in fear, in my stealthy aloofness,

To know they are They and I'm I.

Towers of old cities are spiralling over me, Night-conjured,

rising from Time

And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence -

Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude -

Calling of others like me

Quietly they come, flitting softly as secrets; light-footed,

velvety, swift...

With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.

Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.

I am I ... but I know we are we

Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman

stars:

You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.

Here is no loneliness, secret Master -

You, Dark Spirit are with me. RN