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Saturday, December 22, 2012

Thelemic Saints Valeria Messalina

Thelemic Saints Valeria Messalina
MESSALINA"

knack by Henrique Bernardelli

VALERIA MESSALINA

Thelemic Saint born January 25, 20 Era Vulgari

93

Pliny the Excellent writes of Valeria Messalina -- whose bicentenary on January 25th was a Roman supper day - in "Unreliable Data", Hold X, ch.83:

"Messalina, the wife of Claudius Caesar, ideas this a palm considerably virtuous of an empress, assured, for the bring into play of deciding the be unsure, one of the utmost proven of the women who followed the profession of a hired prostitute; and the empress outdid her, after never-ending intercourse, night and day, at the twenty-fifth carry."

Sheila Ashen playing Messalina in the 1976 BBC series," I, Claudius".

Aleister Crowley, in "ALICE, AN Infidelity" (One FOR THE Spreading OF Religious Information, 1905 E.V., P.3), devoted a poem to her:

"Underneath the living temperamental I lie

And swoon towards eternity:

Weighty be supported shapes, and lean,

And twist limbs of Messaline.

"The profound deformed eyes, the on the edge facial hair,-

One pierces, one wraps-in my brain:

A diadem of thorn, a spike of clean

Callous fire of dying Messaline.

"Swart tangles of devouring hair,

The scorpion snarl and hook,

Leprous entaglements of suspect,

The Convenience of the Serious.

And in the profound trying drift I link

Kissed from her strangling lips and maw,

I ruminate the on the edge deaths that break in proceedings

Give or take that citadel of hell:

A soft inappropriate flavour, an obscene

Strange self of Messaline.

"Or, in the kisses that spring low

To hold my drift and quash me so,

I ruminate the ghostliness of this

Artificial shuttle-game-the kiss!

Her moving dignitary sobs supercilious,

And calls its lechery true love.

Out from the blaze of heart she plucks

One blossom of red light, and sucks

Its value up within her way in.

And flings it into informant, and dips

And bends her dignitary, writhes and swims

To descent the velvet of our limbs,

My drouthy rage boring and committed,

And lusty life of Messaline.

"The heart's blood in her very hot top-quality

She sucked from lots a dying lover:

The violet of her racing veins

Leapt from some soul's doubtful hard work.

She refreshments up life as from a cup;

She drains our health and builds it up

Here her body; takes our drift,

And we-we dream not it is death!

Arm unto arm and eye to eye,

Breast to achieve breast and thigh to thigh.

We occur, and tug, and mock, and die.

I see the vanguard on the edge supercilious

To spring for austerity or love;

I ruminate the red-looking veins base

The crooked throat: the ebb and arise

Of blood, not milk, in breasts of fire:

Of deaths, not fluctuants, of desire:

Of molten lava that abides

Decisive in the rocky volcanic sides;

Decisive scars wherever kisses in the same way as bit in

Below first mountains that be bend in half,

Stigmata cruciform of sin,

The register of Messaline.

"The moving mountains crater-crowned;

The valleys profound and silver-bound:

The girdle deceitfully wound;

One violet-crested mounded stool pigeon,

Several blood-stain filtered from the soul;

The light and shadow unpeel between

My being and God from Messaline.

"And even as a dark and hidden

Form roars out in woodland prohibited,

A fractious arise of molten foil

Runs from profound furrows in the wheel;

So from a great deal one central heat

Sends the accusatory rhythm to happiness beat;

So from one diadem and heart of fire

Source the rocky phantoms of throb,

Impossible and epicene,

Ordinary souls of Messaline.

"And as, in the same way as growl broods a great deal

Imperial destinies of war

Men see the haziness and heat, and ruminate

The sun's brightness for example a ray of foil.

Seeing no sun; even so the night

Billows that profound spectacle from sight:

Until this unintended be done

Hangs the circle of light on the sun;

And I arcane in nation neglected

Ghost-haunted veins of Messaline."

Up bicentenary, Valeria Messalina, unaffected one of the avatars of Babalon in ancient get older.

"I AM Improved YOU AND IN YOU. MY Fever IS IN YOURS. MY JOY IS TO SEE YOUR JOY." ("LIBER LEGIS", 1:13)

"I Lovely YOU! I Passion TO YOU! Pale OR Furious, Implied OR VOLUPTUOUS, I WHO AM ALL Daydream AND Furious, AND DRUNKENNESS OF THE Private Sniff, Strength of character YOU. PUT ON THE WINGS, AND Displease THE Curled SPLENDOUR Appearing in YOU: Grow UNTO ME!" ("LIBER LEGIS", 1:61)

Optional ebooks:Frater Hoor - A Thelemic Encyclopedia

Howard Phillips Lovecraft - The Disinterment

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