The Magic Square

Sunday, 23 May 2010

The Rosy Fingers of Eos

Eos (Greek Ἠώς, or Ἕως "dawn") is, in Greek mythology, the Titan goddess of the dawn, who rose from her home at the edge of Oceanus, the Ocean that surrounds the world, to herald her brother Helios, the sun.

I often have risen before the dawn. It is a part of lifes symbolic Eucharist, a meal rich in natures creation and humanities imagination.

When the sky is dark, bright Venus, as the Morning Star ushers in the gate-keeper Janus. Looking both ways between dark and light. The vibrational sound is different in dark. As Lucifer sets she/he dips their head to the feminine,  Horus/Eos warms the sky, her tears fall as dew, a manna of cool moisture to the earth. Her fingers red tipped peel back the blanket of this inbetween moment where magick is easily in my thoughts.

As her brother Helios-Ra-Sol begins his ride upon the, "Appolonistic", Chariot of a new day. His wheel shows in brief flashes of gold behind the sentinal trees, the lungs of the Mother.

By now all is natures noise as insects buzz ,the birds chorus let's you know that the day is come. And the trees whisper at the touch of the rays they require to synthesise - all sounds change.

Even if you return to bed it is good to see it another time. Good to feel it, indeed all senses are aware and inside a little gland remembers, light energy is transmuted through the eye - so that if in day-dreams I go; then the light of source, is with ease found manifest.

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  1. thank you for returning and sharing with us again ;)

  2. We all have our outlets of expression - not a great artist though just me :)