Mystery Tree 1 by Mermaid

    ~  Kathairesis  ~  (Drawing Down the Moon)  ~
by Ariel

“ Look not upon Nature, for Her name is fatal. “
                ~  Proc. in P1at. Th., 143. Z. ~ Chaldean Oracles ~ 
  
 

Legend has it, as scribed upon an ancient papyrus,

That once upon a time in Chaldea

This Magus, the Big Shot,

Skilled in the Egyptian Craft,

Hailed a true Mystagogue

For Gnosis of my Attributes,

Willfully used to exalt me,

All the best to draw me down!

By the might of mine Symbola:

The Key, the Wheel, my swift Sandals,

Mine Gold Sceptre by Chronos charged,

He would praise my Glory,

Rise me to the Firmament,

Realm of the Star Gods eternal.

Then, whipping himself into a right sweat,

By numeric incantations, verbose alterations,

He seemed to tear me down the pitch night sky

As if fishing a fly from a pool of ink.

Huffing, Puffing, he pulled and pulled,

Till, so they say, at his bidding,

Subjugated, I came down to Earth

Where, he claimed, he held me

In mortal existence! ~ I, the Mighty Subduer,

Subdued! ~ Captured in a plain clay cup,

Trapped, allegedly, in mine own reflections,

To be milked like a vulgar holy cow!

Mine Glory to his evil deeds applied,

So the record goes, spread madness.

As Prestige to this cheap conjuring trick

Whispered he to his spellbound victims:

“ Look into this vessel of sacred Nile water!

Deeper! Deeper! Magic Mirror!

Gaze, gaze and be amazed!

Till I Will you see clear again,

You shall do such as I bid you!”

And they ~ By mine own Spark enthralled! ~

Bewitched, did his commands.

The good people of old, horrified,

Savvy, having wisely observed

That hellish din, fervent ruckus

Had never failed banish the malignant

‘Monster who munches at the Moon’,

Soon thus attempted shoo the Magus away,

Fervently drumming ‘pon their pots and pans

A wild Charivari, that bode no nuptials.

Did they succeed? I forgot.

But ever since some have feared

This be the Way of all Witches:

To steal mine Heavenly Cart and Horses ~

“ A right case of celestial highway robbery!

It must be stopped!“ Rumours spread far:

“Witches’ milk”, they murmured in Morocco,

“ Is most efficacious in Love Spells!”

Is this why, to this day, lovelorn lads

Promise their betrothed: “The Moon in a bottle?”

 

Why! Magus! You willed me tricked,

Abducted, ensnared, trussed, bound

Like a common market sex slave,

Coerced in shameful frenzy,

Upon the velvet cloak of Night!

You would force yourself upon me,

Raped as the Virgins of Sabina,

All the while spreading venomous lies:

No Maiden was I but a lewd old Hag:

With poisonous serpents down her back,

Mine Womb all scaly, like creepy things,

And deserving such Fate, for being

Lust-crazed and ‘hungry for it’!

 
How I laughed, Magus, at your pitiful deeds!

Till the cows come home! Such Ouranian Hubris!

Had I been in a less benevolent mood

I might just have unleashed mine dreary Hounds!

Fool! Feared you there might not be

Enough of the Moon to go around?

No violence needed, nor bad manners:

A heartfelt offering, a libation of spice,

Would have me propitiated!

Trusted you not in my bounty?

You knew not I they call: The Jewel the Night!

Longing alone the Key to mine silver delights

Opens the Thrice-Locked Door of my moist Ecstasies!

With kindness infinite I answer mine Callers,

As, flanked by mine Children, I dance with the Stars!

I, the soft eyed One, Mistress of the Great Bull,

My Milk, bountiful as the drops of the Dew,

Suckled to satiety never dries out!

Endlessly I have been and I shall be reborn

Enduring over the boundless chiasms I am,

Beginning and End, Tidal Ruler of All,

I of the Triple Ways, inexhaustible Flame!

 

But you, willful Magus: Caught in the net of Time

~ Ananke! ~ Are long dead!

Polished by mine maggots into ivory bones!

I had you for dinner down mine graveyard,

Sucked your blood, feasted upon your heart,

Munch, munch… It wasn’t very juicy!

You have long joined the ranks of Mine ghostly cohorts-

Not so fierce are they, as you would have them be!

Rather: pale shades, numbed echoes of former lives,

Weak fluttering things, they can’t hold their heads up…

Their feeble squeaks in Mine silent night

Mistaken for the shrieks of bats!

“ And now for me do you fulfill this matter:

You knew not I they call: The Jewel the Night!”  

© ~ Ariel ~ Scorpio Nu Moon 2009 ~