Obscurity Report (February 2015)
by Aurelia Aurita

     On New Years Day, I had a vision of low-flying angels with sharp pink wings like scythes, swooping at, circling, and stalking upright human husks in a field of questionable crop. The entire planet (Earth, perhaps) was enveloped by slowly tightening and loosening threads, pumping like cardiac tissue, punctured by escaping beams of flourescent light from within. The rough, fibrous cocoons of both animal and vegetable origin had first engulfed the inhabitants, and then the habitat. The angry angels swooped lower and lower, threatening to shave all in their path with their Lady Bic aileron appendages. Slowly, suddenly, a pillar of burning white serotonin sludge burst forth with froth from the crown of each husk and manifested the form of the flying fetal flamingo, and the angels were no longer angry! Their children were rising to meet them.

     In case you were wondering, here are some things you might feel during your forthcoming transformation: falling crystal shards of champagne, stabbing for joy. Ice caps smothering your release. Frozen faces may pucker and pine...they know no other way. Feathered foliage flopped lazily across your zen. Heat beckoning, splay-legged in a porch swing, seducing you with desperation. As above, so below.*

     Gleaming globs pulsate, buried deep in a cavern of brilliant confusion. Walk with the withering phantasm, decaying in dark grey. The mass intermittently releases vapours which creep through the quivering and elusive cracks in the veil. Remember, you were the gleam in your mother's eye.

*      "True, without falsehood, certain and most true, that which is above is the same as that which is below, and that which is below is the same as that which is above, for the performance of miracles of the One Thing. And as all things are from the One, by the meditation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation. The Sun is its Father, the Moon its Mother, the Wind carries it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth. This is the Father of all perfection, or consummation of the whole world. Its power is integrating, if it be turned into earth.

     You shall separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, suavely, and with great ingenuity and skill. Your skillful work ascends from earth to heaven and descends to earth again, and receives the power of the superiors and of the inferiors. So thou hast the glory of the whole world--therefore let all obscurity flee from thee. This is the strong force of all forces, overcoming every subtle and penetrating every solid thing. So the world was created. Hence all were wonderful adaptations, of which this is the manner. Therefore I am called Hermes Trismegistus having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world. What I have to tell is completed concerning the Operation of the Sun."

-The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus