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The Alchemical Union A few words for the alchemical union, here the mechanisms of reason do not run smoothly, in the territory where universal Reason pulses, this is horizon for those who have already experienced this knowledge in their hearts Elder the West smiling meets the young future ‘Et erunt duo in carne una’ ‘And…

Phoenix, archetype of death, archetype of rebirth The story of the phoenix begins in Egypt, in mysterious and forgotten cults The phoenix transmigrates into Greco-Roman culture and spreads to the borders of the West ‘its feathers are part gold, part bright red: above all it is very like the eagle in outline and size’ (Herodotus,…

Pelican, strange animal The last stage of the alchemical work is rubedo It is the fulfilment, the maturation, the definitive transformation It is the point where nigredo and albedo embrace, the black of shadow and the white of purification merge into the red of blood, of life, of sacrifice Rubedo is a mysterious territory, a…

Heroes, there is a need for heroes, this is the emergency centuries spent moulding souls on anti-heroes, anti-heroes forged on the Byronic model, a Byronic model that conceals Milton’s Satan centuries spent moulding souls on the Satan archetype And so we are convinced that the system is always bad and that the hero is the…

Michael the Archangel and the Beauty of Truth The head of the Archangels watches over us with the sword of truth and the shield of beauty They are not symbols, they are realities truer than stone Everything exists that we are capable of imagining: imagination is the translation of inexpressible truths, it is the language…

The White Queen In the White Work the soul becomes female Every creature becomes a child In the eyes of the Queen albedo in every face albedo in every gaze, time stands still in the morning So feminine is rebirth, Yin, half of creation embedded in the whole Venus is born from the waves the…

The hope of the moon The future is bleak, the future is black, tell us that only what weeps is true, authentic only what despairs that only what stings is beautiful, Dystopias planted in the brain, The contemporary is essentially that they seem to be sprouts of consciousness, they are only seeds of surrender elegy…

Gift, you say, gift abandonment to serene ideas nothing belongs to me Gift, you think, gift waiting for non-existent return no one thanks the viburnum Gift, you hope, gift who plants dates does not eat dates trees of life speak secular languages you do you do then you leave The true gift begins its prodigy…

The Feathers of Peace Pure and white are the wings that bear peace ancient are the messenger feathers of the covenant sins, floods, condemnations and pardons then there is Noah, animals saved in pairs They come lightly out of nowhere white feathers of silence and fable they glide slowly above the noise of the world…

Reconstructing from the source Time corrodes every molecule those who want to survive must continually rebuild Faces, hands, bones grow old I’ll put it bluntly: only the gaze remains the same The eyes are the bulwark of eternity mirrors of the soul and of infinity the origin of everything is the One no one can…