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Alban Eiler

wintertime passes and takes with it the bones of the winter king blankets them in hidden groves on steep hillsides the green man comes creates carpets of colour softly blows the trees to life and wakes the goddess from her sleep ensouled in the land the land wights arrive emptying sacks of seed onto the waiting earth the goddess and the green man grab hold of handfuls silently break their shells and spit them forth we are here with them on the precipice tangled in dreamscapes woven from old stories almost forgotten portals open to the summerland and we dance on the edge caught somewhere between this world and the next

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the lost tribes of europe for John Trudell

we are the tribes wandering as children lost in a storm rattled like sabres pulled just before the swarm digging deep into the roots we drag ourselves along everything hinges on pan's cast offs to be children that belong

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the crone drones the bone makes home under this dome of blue dry wisps of clouds make opaque a patch or two she comes unglued sky high renewed

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the space

I feel like a freak showing all my shit to my peeps knowing that they know I am a creep hung on this cross submitting to the boss pain time strap whines edged on the abyss overwhelmed with bliss no where to run no way to hide pain crests in me til I think I'm going to die shaken to the bones my crone comes home leading me deep while I weep into this moment of release surcease finally at peace in the space

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performing in this three

parvati peruses perennial pleasure shiva’d by shakti she erupts exponentially

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the tantra of crowley

have your third eye open for when the tower breaks shiva to shakti and shift the powers of fate we are the chariot performing in this three bringing to the surface inate ability aeon is our calling if crowley's words are true alchemical existence in a universe now new ************************** 'When the stem of desire splits the yoni          with its coral-colored waters           it means that shiva has become a shakti           to steer you safely to harbour.’

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the oracle of crowley part one

the cards speak from change     opposite  of change futility of the mind       will arise the fool arrives          but aeon blocks the way     what to do? the trickster will appear and the knight of cups will deliver the holy grail sorrow is the result

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the oracle of crowley part two (after abundance)

the fire in the earth of the princess' hand erupts in strife leading to me earth rooted in earth growth stilled by the empress scepter the star comes close spirals reversed to bring the night closer the lovers is my fate born out of this disappointment the cards slip sideways death appears at the foundation house and home transformed by debauchery only to resurface as the devil who captured the star before it passed to me

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the oracle of crowley part three

the foundation of the question is works of the body I am the knight of the body here emerging from the depths hermit's light bright on cerebus' tail the heirophant herald of a new age blocks the way and interference of the mind results leading to a me downed by the power of water out of these depths the knight of fire erupts fire on fire and I will burn unless pull another card you fool do not end it so the goddess arrives stages us one level back to before we went below adjustment leads to victory fire contained in completion

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the oracle of crowley part four

out of the depths of the priestess' mind gain occurs in the suit of disks creativity run wild leads to a knight astride the chariot the grail held firm in his hand but the star has taken the light away strife erupts leading to futility of the mind who are you, here,  now? oppression of the mind dogs you the moon reversed in your house and home sets light below the darkness from which Lucifer emerges

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the oracle of crowley part five (whatever became of the tribes of europe) for John Trudell

the tower speaks

eye of shiva steady

as the walls crumble

the queen of disks

watery part of earth

fails to hold back

the crumbling dam

all this pulled

from the hierophant's mind

age turning

but the western mind

refuses to bend

inflicting cruelty of

thought on those of us

on the edge of change

the tower speaks

but the lady blocks the way

power's swiftness turned

and the fool arrives

is this our outcome?

the fool's simplicity

supplanting the hierophant's wisdom

turn the cards

next line

the tower speaks

out of science's perversion

tool of the mind reversed

power dogged by dogma

where the empress sits in

house and home

the feminine beguiled

not learning

the queen of air arrives

sword aloft

kali like

ruin of the mind

is the price of the fool's

emergence out of

the speaking

of the tower

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the oracle of crowley part six

the prince of wands is your indicator the airy part of fire combustable debauch blocks the way low point in the suit of the heart kali is the root watery part of air child riding high above while her sword rips through the mind reversed wealth is the result giving for the sake of material gain forsaken but debauch beckons and the prince will be transformed emerging as a knight black coated armed the fiery part of earth shakes you free and the princess arrives sword in air aloft capturing the liberated mind materializing the immaterial sideways slip the cards reversed science speaks of you an intimation of the self caught up in the self around you apart from the self is creation bursting princess of water crystalline earth water continues to instruct your stroke of fortune the still glass reflection of water come to rest through which bursts the prince of air intellect aloft in the sky beware the self

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the oracle of crowley part seven

the tower breaks and art tips out alchemical fire spelling forth from the cauldron where the princess' cup catches the flow earthy part of water transfixed by science six swords of the mind pointing inward down flows the water captured by the queen watery part of earth leading to a new age aeon where are you in this? watery part of fire the flame in the belly waiting to rise free with the waters of the earth around you are the pronouncements of victory six wands of fire holding steady waiting for the flood who or what waits for us to guide us through to the new age?a rainbow arrives fire meets air fractalizes encountering reversed disappointment the rainbow glimmering at the edge of the tower's water

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killing time

snags squiggle the looms of time quake behind the fake snake in the grass where cash is best but it's such a mess with distress eeking out of pores while doors close in defense of the fence that was erected after they defected out of time. test the rest the best is a quest lest it fester and stagnate at the gate where fate can relate deflate or delegate. looms resume full of gloom and doom boom the loon croons a timeless piece that is the release surcease finally at peace.

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homeless homeboy hugging his heart

his shirt rifts and tucks a small body of flesh exposed with each movement hands billow out of sleeves worn down by water and gravity toes gape from tendril thin defenses beneath scuff pants stiffened to the elements by a patina of grease patched with migrant fabrics

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lest we forget

it's remembrance day and I remember bombs dropped on Saigon killing the viet cong killing a dream and I remember the planes in Kuwait the ones that couldn't wait starting the stream oh I remember the fires in Iraq under attack by the empire's marine and I remember Afghanistan the kick in the can under the master's ream I remember oh I remember

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friends with benefits retrofit basements where curmudgeonly cracks hole their way into existence exiting ponderously paternal paradoxes with clocks and cocks and bags of boxes running with spoons holding balloons where air is spare take care I swear