eosphoros.

“I remember grief as a hollow, / so sharp it felt like hunger, / so large I felt exceptional.”

O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me. Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness were swandown. Let me see that darkness lamp in hand, this country become the other country sacred to desire.

ما قيمة هذه الدنيا التي تتعلقون بها ؟ 

My pulse quickened, my fingertips tingled; the universe had again chosen to affirm to me that it dealt in affinities.

Saturn increasingly seems to me like the guardian overseeing each individual’s predetermined developmental processes. It is the sealed athanor, the goal of the alchemist which takes time and yet aims to transcend all cyclical changes through time. It is the concentration on each phase of the work, so that the whole work might succeed. While engaged in this work, Saturn is entirely without mercy, just like the alchemist is without mercy to the ashes, the fire, and the metals. His laws are boundaries, dosages, insulation, conjunction, and patience. And it is a fickle and blind man who crosses Saturn’s path. That’s why the coercion, that’s why all the awful suffering. We are amidst the fire. We simmer, evaporate, burn, blacken, blaze, and fall to ashes.