Building the Arte

Flower of Life — in progress and final.

I thought this was pretty amazing work. Then today, I saw a man who drew his Flower of Life freehand.

A poetic hymn for Saturn, lord of perfection and decrease. By me. 

Available with its six cousins, for the planets, at http://andrewbwatt.wordpress.com/poetic-catalog/the-neo-orphic-hymns/

A poetic hymn for Saturn, lord of perfection and decrease. By me.

Available with its six cousins, for the planets, at http://andrewbwatt.wordpress.com/poetic-catalog/the-neo-orphic-hymns/

Days like today, I love the internet. A few days ago, I read an article by JC over on the Rosicrucian Vault, on the Dodecahedron of Space.  Based on that article, I constructed a black and white dodecahedron of Space using a dodecahedron template from Mathisfun.com.  It was an OK model, but then JC did me one better.  He provided a new template, already colored, for the Dodecahedron of Space, and directions on how to build one out of wood in a serious way.

So of course, I built his paper template of a Dodecahedron of Space right away.  And now it’s sitting on my desk at school. 

I love the Work.  But more than that, I love the workings, the learning, the study of fundamentals and the methods for both teaching and learning fundamentals.  Elegant, really.  Thanks, J.C.!

Painting titled White Pillar, in progress. It always seems to take forever to work on this because I have to let coats dry before I can move on. Sometimes quite upsetting. Usually relaxing.

Alchemical Spagyric of Vervain

This is a preparation of common vervain (Verbena officinalis) made using Bulgarian from Mountain Rose Herbs.   In a Spagyric tincture, the herb is macerated or soaked in high-proof alcohol, and then strained after several weeks to produce a menstruum or herb essence-infused alcohol. The herbal residue is calcinated or burned to black or white ash. The ash and the menstruum are then recombined for a period of cohobation, before the ash is re-filtered out, and the resulting spagyric bottled.  

Vervain is also known as van-van, and is a common ingredient in hoodoo and other rootwork. It is an ancient herbal cure for eye strain, and a relaxant of some kind. A few drops in a large amount of water is a strong dose.   I produced this as part of my initiatory work in the Druidical Order of the Golden Dawn. I’m not at all sure that I’m ready to drink even a few drops of it, actually.   I mean, it’s black. With this tinge of green around the edges where light can pass through.

Except, when I hold it up to the light, it has this green color which is somewhere between the traditional color of Venus, and the green glass of a bottle of Rolling Rock Beer. After several strainings through cotton balls and coffee filters, it is nearly cloudless; there are no remaining films or mists of particulate left in it, and it is vaguely emerald in color.

One is reminded of the Emerald Tablet, and the wisdom of Hermes Thrice Blessed.

witchlingfumbles:

acaranalogy answered your question: Figuring out the contents of my parody book…

let’s have some preposterous taboos that all pagans must follow!

YES. There shall be a chapter about the “rules” of being a witch/pagan (because you know those are the same thing here :P).

It’s not exactly a Wicca superstition, but I wear a tie based in the colors of the planetary deities and sometimes a shirt:

Monday- Moon - blue silver
Tuesday -Mars - red
Wednesday-Mercury-orange
Thursday-Jupiter-purple
Friday-Venus-green
Saturday-Saturn-black/gray
Sunday-Sun-yellow/gold

(Source: nosuchthingasfiction)

Ode for The Moon

I have it in mind to write seven planetary odes— hymns for the seven classical planets of the ancient world, and the principal divine forces of the “seven heavens” as laid out in classical Hellenistic/Roman philosophy, and as later used by Medieval Christians, and as later used by Renaissance humanists. Today being Monday, the hymn in question is for The Moon.

Hail, night’s goddess, enrobed in silver gown,
Bull-horned and wandering from phase to phase.
You borrow light but claim your own renown
And lay a firm foundation with your rays!
At first you crown your brother in his dusk,
Then swell each evening til your splendor shows,
To rise alone as heaven’s greatest pearl.
Yet, by days, you shrink, ’til broken tusk
You reveal at the arrival of dawn;
Last, in deep darkness your banners you furl.


Female and male, you govern month and week,
By laws no simple calculation finds,
And yet to every dedicant you speak,
revealing, year by year, your grand designs.
Through tidal change, and dreams, you greatly grow
In power — veiled in cloud and crowned with stars.
Thus every drop of water knows your Name.
In all your mansions you rule ebb and flow,
Desperate laughter and pregnancy’s tears,
And every increase and decline of fame.


Mother of Ages, mirror of the Sun,
Treasure-house of humanity’s dreaming,
Friend to vigil-keepers and owls of night,
All-seeing eye, across the skies you run,
Sending light, in all directions streaming,
Opposing strife, and upholding the right.
Lover of horses, enforcer of tides:
Attend our oblations, accept our praise
And reunite in us what Time divides
With benediction of your mystic rays!
Xposted from my blog Wanderings in the Labyrinth
For the Pleiades

Yesterday there was a window in traditional astrology for
working with the Pleiades, a group of fixed stars on e back of
Taurus the bull. I wrote a poem for the occasion, but due to some current
technical challenges, I think it got lost in interneticization. Here it is again:

Hail to you, Alcyone and Pleiades,
Gatherers of spirits, keepers of gales,
Who know and reveal secret vanities,
Who awaken the eyes, and drive out their ills:
You ride on the back of heaven’s great bull!
You help us to know of all hidden thought;
You open to light and drive out the dull
And by your actions are connections wrought
Between living realms and all the dead.
Lighten my work, mighty, knowing maidens
Open up my eyes and open up my head,
That I may relieve any old burdens,
And more — come to know the music of spheres,
Which lightens the heart of any that hears.
pagansofcolor:

Rebloggable by request. 


I’ll add that I don’t use sage at all. I work within a Hermetic framework, and I use different incenses based on the days of the week: Monday: jasmineTuesday Dragon’s blood or basilWednesday: lavenderThursday: cedarFriday: roseSaturday: myrrhSunday: FrankincenseThe buildup of scent in the temple space is now the scent I associate with this distinct flavor of magic and spiritual work. I don’t think it’s cultural appropriation to do this — and it has the added benefit of creating an elegant aroma that builds over time and uniquely identifies you to parallel practitioners.  These incenses are also associated with the seven classical planets, so there’s also that benefit: celestial beings you can point to that clearly have a place and a role and physical bodies in the “real world.”

pagansofcolor:

Rebloggable by request. 

I’ll add that I don’t use sage at all. I work within a Hermetic framework, and I use different incenses based on the days of the week:

Monday: jasmine
Tuesday Dragon’s blood or basil
Wednesday: lavender
Thursday: cedar
Friday: rose
Saturday: myrrh
Sunday: Frankincense

The buildup of scent in the temple space is now the scent I associate with this distinct flavor of magic and spiritual work. I don’t think it’s cultural appropriation to do this — and it has the added benefit of creating an elegant aroma that builds over time and uniquely identifies you to parallel practitioners.

These incenses are also associated with the seven classical planets, so there’s also that benefit: celestial beings you can point to that clearly have a place and a role and physical bodies in the “real world.”

(via bookofwisdom)