“I Woo Thee With A Dagger Drawn Across My Throat.”


“My God! but I love Thee!

Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?

From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.”

From tonight’s (now last night’s) reading for the Thelemic Holy Season, Liber VII Ch 1. Some various lines jumped out at me and inspired things like play-piercing and later, photomanipulation collages.

Oh, and have I mentioned “Blitz” means “Lightning”? I know I have. Fuck it, I’m mentioning it again.


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