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
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