SAMHAIN

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Death by Liminal Design
[Circumambulating the Lemniscate:

From One side to the ‘Other’]

O ceaseless yet Final Breath…
A moment passed away in Eternity,
Raven-obscured by the Monolith,
Before the inevitable blight of nihility…

Where the Emerald Eye of LuxFerre sits,
And closing, as it were, as Night descendeth
As the Man-in-Black cometh, for you & I,
And She, the Omni-Cypher, draws ever nigh…

To Night,
I raise my Horn(s), my Hands & my Light!

For these Horns gored at the roots of delusion, fallacy, and deceit, which divert focus from the Numinous.

These hands, strangled in its crib the infant who is called ‘Fear,’ and buried deep in the ground the corpse,
 for Time to run its course.

And this Light, burned the sprout of despondency and cowardice, which renders the world sterile, dull and profane.

Yes, these dirtied hands & horns have sinned much,
seen much, drank much…
This Light-Within has bled and as such
has been blessed,
Touched, by the glacial yet in-spiriting grace,
of the Pale-She who is without name & without face…

Samhain; Grimmest Apex,
Twain-wheel of dusk & dawn in embrace,
Weaving Fate, binding Self & Faith,
for them to operate and mutate,
Into equal part: Fire, Ether & Crystal, and thus actuate
The Darkness which illuminates & guides us
Through this Season of Mourning & Ingress…

But mourn the Past, we can not,
Wallow in grief instead of learning, we shall not,
From Pain, there is growth, and a whole World to gain,
This we swear, by our Forebearers & Mighty Tubal-Cain!

In these somber times of interior Mysteries,
Bereft, I shall keep the germinal seed of Life,
Safely guarded in the tomb of the Old Self,
Until She makes it so that Life renews with her twin-sister Death,
and that the bright of Gnosis prevail against all odds,
once again…

So Mote It Be!
Amen.

credits

released November 24, 2017

Text by G. McCaughry
Narration by Helene M. Arts
Special Thanks to Karl Turpin (from cleaning the vocal track)
Background Music by LIM
[Excerpt from the track 'Fate & Dearth (pt.1)' from the 'Perichoresis' album, 2016.]

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Track Name: Death by LIMinal Design
Death by Liminal Design
[Circumambulating the Lemniscate:

From One side to the ‘Other’]

O ceaseless yet Final Breath…
A moment passed away in Eternity,
Raven-obscured by the Monolith,
Before the inevitable blight of nihility…

Where the Emerald Eye of LuxFerre sits,
And closing, as it were, as Night descendeth
As the Man-in-Black cometh, for you & I,
And She, the Omni-Cypher, draws ever nigh…

To Night,
I raise my Horn(s), my Hands & my Light!

For these Horns gored at the roots of delusion, fallacy, and deceit, which divert focus from the Numinous.

These hands, strangled in its crib the infant who is called ‘Fear,’ and buried deep in the ground the corpse,
 for Time to run its course.

And this Light, burned the sprout of despondency and cowardice, which renders the world sterile, dull and profane.

Yes, these dirtied hands & horns have sinned much,
seen much, drank much…
This Light-Within has bled and as such
has been blessed,
Touched, by the glacial yet in-spiriting grace,
of the Pale-She who is without name & without face…

Samhain; Grimmest Apex,
Twain-wheel of dusk & dawn in embrace,
Weaving Fate, binding Self & Faith,
for them to operate and mutate,
Into equal part: Fire, Ether & Crystal, and thus actuate
The Darkness which illuminates & guides us
Through this Season of Mourning & Ingress…

But mourn the Past, we can not,
Wallow in grief instead of learning, we shall not,
From Pain, there is growth, and a whole World to gain,
This we swear, by our Forebearers & Mighty Tubal-Cain!

In these somber times of interior Mysteries,
Bereft, I shall keep the germinal seed of Life,
Safely guarded in the tomb of the Old Self,
Until She makes it so that Life renews with her twin-sister Death,
and that the bright of Gnosis prevail against all odds,
once again…

So Mote It Be!
Amen.

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