Audrey del Sol was a pisser, as we say in Boston. She was alive in her body, and in her soul, and in her spirit. Never without an opinion, her mind wandered over whatever topic intrigued her. Continue reading
Category Archives: Musings
Onslaught at Bellosguardo
From the New Decameron, a true story of a haunting of the Great Hall of the Villa of the Saracen, an architectural jewel on the Piazza di Bellosguardo, Florence. Father Andreas Resch, the psychiatrist, exorcist and demonologist, bent down to give me a hug. Andreas was my mentor, confessor and … Continue reading
Tales from the Anima
Scheherazade Sehnsucht is the inconsolable longing in the heart for we know not what. … [It is] that unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World’s End, the … Continue reading
Kiss me, my mortal lover
Thou hast entered the immeasurable region. I am the Dweller of the Threshold. What wouldst thou with me? Silent? Dost thou fear me? Am I not thy beloved? Is it not for me that thou hast rendered up the delights of thy race? Wouldst thou be wise? Mine is the wisdom of the countless ages. Kiss me, my mortal lover. Continue reading
Waiting for a Miracle to Come
I do not understand why they keep talking of love when they are around me, when they look into my eyes and kiss my hand. … But when the red light is on, at the midnight’s hour, and everyone hears my song, the reason becomes clear to me: My lips they give so fiery a kiss, my limbs are supple and white. It is as if it were written in the stars: You shall kiss! You shall love! My feet glide and float, my eyes lure and glow, and I dance as if in a trance because I know: My lips give so fiery a kiss. Continue reading
A Solitary Man
It is terrible to see how a single unclear idea, a single formula without meaning, lurking in a young man’s head, will sometimes act like an obstruction of inert matter in an artery, hindering the nutrition of the brain, and condemning its victim to pine away in the fullness of his intellectual vigor and in the midst of intellectual plenty. ~ Charles Sanders Pearce Continue reading
Esoteric Initiatic Centers
A cult is easy to find, but hard to leave. An esoteric center is hard to find but easy to leave. Continue reading
Tour Guide through the Ruins
During the Kali Yuga, what is the point of being conscious enough to observe it? Continue reading
God and Life’s Participation Trophy
The more man progresses on the Way, the more his feeling of being a stranger is intensified. Soon he will become boring: later still he will become unbearable, and finally, odious. That is why ‘the prophet is despised in his country, among his close relations and in his own house.’ Continue reading
Death and the Real I
If we keep the image of death constantly in our minds, we will appreciate with bitter regret the value of each lost day. Continue reading