Existence Independent of Life

I adored as Crowley intended
the sun
and saw signs mystic and
sometimes clearly audible..

Numbers hatched from their
unseen cocoons and into
the conscious void of forms that is
physical reality.

To court the psychopomp across
that psychic river into
a labyrinth of fractal uncertainties 
till you burned like
the candles around you,
breathed as a germ in
a spaceborne airlock.

Chaotic magick taught me to be alive
as a dead man
on a dead world
and transform a series
of apparently pointless
Hells into
existence independent
of life.

 

◄ The Mars

Snakes and Ladders in the Afterlife ►

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kealan coady

Tue 26th Feb 2019 19:54

Thank you Stu, that means a lot man and really? I've never met a fellow practioner of Magick on this site before which, to be honest, surprised me. I thought a lot more writers would've taken the Alan Moore path lol. Who do you read? And what kind of rituals do you do? If you don't mind me asking?

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Stu Buck

Tue 26th Feb 2019 15:23

you are a cracking writer mate. i love this and everything i have read that you have written. bang on.

as a follower of the left hand path this is right up my street as well.

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kealan coady

Tue 26th Feb 2019 14:07

Thank you, yes it is, and we dance it every day

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Heart of Lead

Sun 24th Feb 2019 21:52

Ah, psychopomp is one of my favorite words. Very deep imagery you have here. The line between life and death is an interesting place to dance.

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