Invocations, Incantations

And

Words of love
 
 

BY

Soror VaShHa
 
 
 

THE DANCE IS NEARLY OVER
OH, BUT HOW DECADES ARE LIKE BLINKS
IN THE EYES OF A GOD
AND MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE
ARE LIKE DREAMS OF YESTERDAY
WHERE THE SearCH FOR THE PURPOSE
IS IRONICALLY ITSELF
AND SLEEP IS A PARADOX FROM WHICH
YOU WAKE INTO A DREAM
 
 

FROM THE POOL, WHICH IS
THAT DEEP AND ENDLESS SEA,
THERE AROSE A Goddess
Whose countenance was
pure Beauty
Such was she that even
The great god pan
Did swoon at the sight of her
And he did endeavor
To have her
There by the pool
Beneath  the tree of pomegranate
In a raging purple lust
Did he impale her
And in the rapture
of immortal ecstasy
He cried,
‘I do love thee!’
It was per chance
That he did gaze upon
The reflection of the pool
And saw…
He was alone
 
 
 
 

Ah, the memory of my twin
A love so pure, so true
That death itself could
not erase it’s recollection
That life itself could
not taint it’s beauty
Outside the circles of time
It doth endure nowever
 
 

In all my lonely wandering
I spend my nights day squandering
My deepest witchly passion
In bare earthly delight
Upon the crescent riding
In deeply midnight striding
I wake before I wither
At the dawning of the light
 
 
 
 
 

Journal entry 12-13-98 (morning after my 1st grade)

I had visions of baphomet
as I waited to be called
I breathed in warm, damp air
As I walked about the hall
I heeded words of warning
But must surrender to my will
Death stood at the gateway
Yet I bid entry still
Let my oath remain unbroken
Through all of time and space
I pledge my sword and service
To the awakened warrior race
 
 
 
 
 

Oh gentle warrior, doest thou not know me
I am priestess tried and true
Knowing in the lofty ways
If it be thy will to love me
Then I bid ye ,take thy fill!
For if we dance as two together
We shall equal nothing still
 
 
 
 
 
 

Marah, that bitter sea
Do not let me drown in inequity
But carry me unto thy shore
Where all that is I shall be no more
Take me into thy womb
Encase me in thy sacred tomb
Give birth to me upon the sand
Where the temples- 156 do stand
Not as worshipped nor as worshiping
But in sweet dissolution
Nothing
 
 
 
 
 

The struggle of the dyadic illusion

I do love thee, I do love thee
I cry as I stare at my beautiful reflection
Thou art me , oh thou art me
You whisper back in soft reply
With no other to love
Thou art my narcissistic invention
There is no you, there is no I
Together as nothing
in no separate existence
All this side of the veil is a lie
Do you not see it is all an illusion
And that our division is only for union
Ah, what a joyous illusion at that
How sweet the surrender
The chase and the catch
And sweeter the longing,
The loving, the lust
I’d swear that you were real
You must be, you must!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Journal entry 7-2-1999

The room is like a dream
Shifting slowly out of focus
A painting of boys asleep in bunks
Four on one side, five on the other
Every night the same dream
The exit sign glows
ominous red in the corner
It is fluid, moving
I can almost see it pull apart
And dissolve
The air conditioning hums inside my brain
Loudly, maddening
I dance the mask of the magician
Studying my chapter quietly
By the dim light of the desk lamp
Human form, human condition, human
Sometimes the veil is thin
And the world is like
A water color left out in the rain
I can almost let go,
Watch the canvas wash clean
My ego pulls me back
Baits me, "reals"  me in every time
I thrash about on the hook
Struggling against the illusion
I am caught
I have not yet learned to yield
 
 
 
 

Another day, another way to see
Me, oh me
Oh my goddess
That I might see that I am not
It’s only the smell of the air in morning
The sound of the carrion cry
That screeches out why, oh why!
In the naked ears of vulgar
It is a sound ne’er heard
But in the night
Often the dream to disturb
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A day when I was angry
 

The truth can set you free
What truth is there for me
I can’t stand it in this place
No more crying for the race
I just want to go home
I am empty and alone
Feeling sorry for myself
That’s a laugh
And doesn’t’ help
I am tired of this game
I am ready to reclaim
All the birthrights of my soul
And be done with earth patrol
What is taking this so long
How long need I be strong
Until it’s finished, yes I know
no early departure from this show
Finish it I must
Swim through pain and hate and lust
Until I reach the shore
Of sweet eternal nevermore
 
 
 
 
 

The dream of eleven
 

I myself have had a dream
Of the ten who are asleep
Dreaming of the nine
And the eight who imagine
They are awake
While the seven croon a lovely tune
To the brilliant six
Who in turn pay homage
To the mighty five
But it is the four I saw
That wait at the door
To meet the three
Who are one
Yea, none
 
 
 
 
 
 

In all the days of after
There is a phrase well known
It will be to many the song of….
Death
Is not the key
But life and love and liberty
So saith my chiefs, my guards, my guides
That the will not falter
That with strength I stride
On the path
Unto the end of all
That truth be uttered
With no-word as call
 
 
 
 
 

10-12-02

For josh

Destiny entwines my heart
I know that I am here now
And that ahathoor shall come
In the golden dawn
The promise of solar light whispers
Ahathoor shall come
 
 
 
 

Poignant vision of fawns grazing
In the meadow, by the hillside
Their eyes alight
Their ears perk up
He is coming!
The all father
He is here-now
The melody of the pipe
Sings out in the hearts of his
daughters
Come away! come away
From the vulgar precipices
Lie beneath the stars
And gaze up at her
Dance beneath the moon
To the enchantment of his song
And know that you are free
 
 
 
 

MY FEET PRESSED INTO THE SAND
CONNECTED TO THE EARTH,GROUNDED
THE OCEAN IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T SHE?
THE SOUND OF THE WAVES BREAKING AGAINST THE SHORE
IN CONSTANT RHYTHM
THE SOUND OF THE WAVES, THE MOOLIGHT
SO PEACEFUL, ALWAYS BALANCING
I HEAR THE SOUND OF THE WAVES
AND THINK OF YOU
BEAUTIFUL, LUMINOUS BEING
PRETENDING TO BE COMFORTABLE
WEARING THE MASK OF THIS WORLD
I THINK OF YOU
AND I SMILE
 
 
 

I Long for silence
The ape chatters
Put my finger to my lip
An act of invocation
be still beast!
The child stirs, wakes
The ripples in the pool
echo out and away
 
 
 
 
 
 

Maya, am I no longer enchanted by your web?
I stand tip toe on the craggy edge
Of that precipice illusion
Will I look before I leap?
No, not I.
You can hear their whispers,
How can she be such a fool?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Babalon, thou art goddess and queen to me
I bid ye turn thine eye to see
That I do work and I do pray
To transmute this humble vessel of clay
Into thy most sacred shrine
That all this body is be thine
What thou dost pour from thy sacred cup
I shall take to my lips and gather up
And as thy priestess I shall commence
To distil and contain thine own essence
 
 
 
 
 
 

The momentum is building,
Going forth like an arrow
Shot from the bow of artemis
The will takes flight,
The aimless winging is ecstasy
A trance of wonder
The dance is pure delight
 
 
 
 
 
 

All night great enigma laughs
At my longing
Oh, thy cruelty
To deprive me of thy poison
The taste of which intoxicates
Every sense of my being
How I desire To gaze upon thy beauty
Perfect and ethereal
To drink from thy bitter cup
Only that I might die in thine arms
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

  The sigil of your name
  is branded on my soul
Smoldering
It gleams white hot
At my very core
You are there, nearer to me
Than my own skin
 
 
 
 
 
 

Alone,
I watch the striving for that called union
Division and separateness
Itself the biggest trick of maya
I laugh at their prayers
And their search for nirvana
Is not abaddon equally beautiful?
How can love be anything else
But narcissistic  masturbation?
(yet I love, yes, I do love thy beauty)
I and thy are meaningless words
In the illusion of the dyadic experience
The wrong of the beginning
Yet, wrong implies that there is a right
Another trick to confuse the issue
Dissolution only is the cure
To find the word to wake shiva from his rest
The only goal worth pursuing.
Who is the pursuer?
 
 
 
 
 
 

The blackness washes over me
Pouring out like spilled ink
It is consuming everything
The darkness of this night
Is unlike any other
Tzuflifu laughs!
But it will never know
The glory of this darkness
So complete
I am not afraid
Let it seep over all the falsehood
I once called light
Let it blot out all
Until there is nothing left
Should my blood flow
Like black rivers from my veins
I would cry out,  io pan! Io pan!
 
 
 
 
 

one

I can remember
How could I forget
Through the aeons
I have known you
What kind of marriage is this?
The lover and the beloved
Nowever entwined
There is no separation
Only the illusion there of
But What a powerful illusion
I cry for wanting you
Yet  knowing you are with me
We can never be apart
Born from nothing
We are not two
But one
 
 
 
 
 

Words
 

Words are sigils
Everyone of them
They invoke, they create, they destroy
They enslave the weak
They bring the strong to power
They are the symbols of illusion
The very falsehood made manifest
They are lies
Everyone of them
The word of the self
Can not be spoken
Truth has no symbol
How can it be uttered?
 
 
 
 
 
 

I am a Whore
I am unclean
You want to stone me
for I am a "sinner

" I am a Harlot
don't come too near
you might be tainted
by the filth of my fornication

I am a witch
a witch you cry
you would love to see me burn
in an agony of fire

I am your enemy
your worst fear
Woman, unfettered by guilt,
free from restriction
 
 
 
 
 

I Am Not I

Pearls of Wisdom
dissolve in The Pool Of Understanding
Knowledge passed over
Forsaken
No Voice whispers
Truth
It can not be heard
There is Silence
 
 
 
 

Will it ever be enough
this searching for Truth
How can we search for No-thing
no sensation to guide you to the end
No end to find
no end to find
It is madness to ponder
It is madness to reach
quietly stepping through
the tangled farce of what is "real"
which leads only further
down that road of folly
that road so many take
thinking they will arrive
a circle
a spinning twisting labyrinth
designed to keep you
where you can be tamed
The good pet
the good little monkey
believe
believe what they tell you
and you are lost from your Self
lost forever in a world of lies
a world of lies like this one
 
 
 

Delight
 

I delight in the day break
in the sweet morning air,
As I stroll through the forest
with barely a care,
I delight in companions
all the true friends I've found,
Whose love and support
is deeply profound,
I delight in my Angel
who is always so near,
The Self of my Self
who I hold most dear,
I delight in my lovers
those near and those far,
Nights of sweet languor
the union of stars,
I delight in the spirits I
have always known,
Since I was a child
I was never alone,
I delight in my body
my instrument, my toy,
I delight in my life
for all existence is joy.