Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

13:04 minotaur21560:
I invoke the Lady of Fog and call for augury:

“Come,
Thou pearl of the sea,
Among the
Grasses,
At the hour when
The sun
Wearies of the
Flowers
in the Green,
And the Orchards,
And the meadows!

A single bird
With yellow wings…”

13:05 Achlys:
And the river softly washing rocks
Under swift sun, grasses flicked by blackbirds
And the drowsing sheep--

With the black, blackberry vines and the brown, the brown-eyed May--
With the breath of grasses and the breath of hay--
With the breath of flints and the breath of trees--
With the acorn cups and walnut hulls--
With the sparrows' song, blue parrots' cry--
With the wild, nervous flight of plovers.

No harm
Can come to him.
Where he has been
Day and night.

13:08 Basilisk_of_Imbalance:
And this is the sign of understanding:
On all that is visible it rests,
And all that is invisible rests in it.
By it all things are disenchanted.
By it all things made holy.
Without it nothing can live.
Nothing is worth anything but for it,
And this is the sign of understanding:
a = a.
Firm and stable is this thought.
And there are no needy spirits.
There are no starving men.
Hunger is the craving for what is difficult;
Starvation, for what is easy.
By the former, the spirit is made strong;
By the latter, it is weak.

13:09 Achlys:
And this, the great secret of the gods:
WHO SPEAKS
OLDER THAN THE DAWN OF TIME?

THE SPIRIT
THE GRAIL
THE PURE WHITE LAMB
THE BLACK BULL OF APHRODITE
THE WHITE BULL OF APHRODITE
THE KING OF BEASTS
THE SACRED GATE OF THE SUN
THE HIDDEN GATE OF THE MOON
THE BLACK RITE OF MOLOCH
THE COLD FOUNTAIN OF APHRODITE
THE BURNING FOUNTAIN OF ABRAXAS
THE CUP OF BACCHUS
THE WINE OF POISON.

13:10 Basilisk_of_Imbalance:
And WHAT BURNS with SCALDING LIGHT?

THE WHITE HORSE OF THE MAGICIAN
THE BLACK HORSE OF THE MAGICIAN
THE BLACK GATE OF THE SUN
THE RED GATE OF THE SUN
THE BLACK GATE OF THE MOON
THE RED GATE OF THE MOON
THE TREE OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN
THE OVERCOAT OF THE PHOENIX
THE GOLDEN APPLE OF THE SUN
THE SILVER APPLE OF THE MORNING STAR
THE PLOW OF THE UNDERWORLD
THE SCEPTER OF THE MAGICIAN

13:11 Achlys:
In his eyes is gathered
The shock of death.
Gouged out by a stake are his eyes.
His tongue cut out.
His skin
Has been flayed.
He is wholly disemboweled.
And his heart torn out.
He can not breathe.

13:12 Basilisk_of_Imbalance:
He is thrown
Into the river.
All that is in him pours out.
And his entrails corrupt the water.

The man lives
Only thirty
and his neck is chained.

The city is strong!
The hills are defended by the living
Who are ready for battle.

13:14 minotaur21560:
He who comes bearing an ax,
And he who comes wielding a sword,
are placed on the right,
While the unarmed go in the middle,
And the left, is the place of the traitors.
The city is burning,
And the river becomes
A torrent of blood.
At the place of the Altar
Are the tongues
Of the sacred
Wayfarers, who say these words
During their passage
Through the city:
"We pray for the safety of our prince."

13:15 Achlys:
The pass
Is impassable!
If the prisoner
Should think to free himself,
Even a hair's breadth,
He will be led back
To his fetters.

13:15 Achlys:
… or he wandered alone
For seven years, after Juturna forsook him
When he had freed himself by the sword
From the power of the Etruscans.

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Published: 2022-09-24, viewed 41 times.