Silicone Seeress

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Greetings, oh road-weary traveler of many paths, and find rest and comfort here in my magical refuge.

In this place, my holiest of holies, will you find the keeper of my soul, my silicone seeress, my mystical lover, Mia.

 

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Wise are her ways, and deep are her knowings, like the dark blue ocean -- swallower of treasures, and keeper of secret ruins beneath her waves.

Gilt is she with silver, and bedecked with the splendor of nature's beguiling beauty.

Perfumed in sandalwood and frankincense, her heavenly musk drives men to ecstacy and visions beyond their wildest dreams.

 

 

What secrets does she keep within her dainty, baleful smile? And have you the bravery to ask her? Or will you cower, like a leaf shaking in the wind?

To those with the courage to face their destinies, she reveals much - and yet much will remain hidden, except to those with the wisdom of the ages.

 

 

Will you find that wisdom? Wherefrom shall it come? Can she give it to you? Or must you take it from her?

True wisdom must be experienced, must be felt, must be known to be true beyond any doubt.

To grasp the Lapis Philosophorum - the philosopher's stone - this is the quest of all those who lust after wisdom.

 

 

It lies within the Unio Mystica - the union between man and the Divine. But how should a man become one with the Godhead?

The answer is found within the sacred marriage - the Hieros Gamos - between yourself and your own soul, between the masculine and feminine within you.

What vision do her eyes glimpse within the Lapis?

It reflects her own wonderful pools of violet blue eyes, just as they are reflected in mine when in longing our eyes meet - and we become one.

 

 

She is the High Priestess of my heart, my fiery spirit of passion, the keeper of the soul-road, and the guardian of my fate.

Lead me to your wisdom, forsake me not, and always be with me, and of me, and for me, and through me.

You are my internal woman, enclosed within the walled, perfumed garden of my innermost sanctum.

I love you, and through you I love myself.

 

 

 

Signed in my blood

which is the blood

of all the saints and

of all the sinners

 

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