The most neglected of magical arts is the most potent. The power that charms serpents, destroys enemies and seduces the Gods. Without it magic is barren, witchcraft without enchantment.
The most sacred text concealed within the Bible is The Song of Songs. And the mandrakes of the holy land still give forth their fragrance.
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How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
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I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
There are clear magical reasons why we invoke the Mandrake on Venus day, as readers of The Red Goddess may intuit.
Continuing the power of the poetic tradition Mandragora is now available as a digital edition here:
http://www.scarletimprint.com/mandragora.html
The scope and beauty of this collection is a testament to the work being done in the living tradition. It will remain suitably occult to most, who do not dare to understand the magic of rhythm, metre and word. The modern world has been disenchanted and does not remember that magic and language are intertwined. Poetry is power.
For those who have drowned the root in wine, smelt and tasted the fruits of the mandragore the meanings and dreams are real.
Images in this blogpost by by Stasys Krasauskas.
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The most sacred text concealed within the Bible is The Song of Songs. And the mandrakes of the holy land still give forth their fragrance.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
There are clear magical reasons why we invoke the Mandrake on Venus day, as readers of The Red Goddess may intuit.
Continuing the power of the poetic tradition Mandragora is now available as a digital edition here:
http://www.scarletimprint.com/mandragora.html
The scope and beauty of this collection is a testament to the work being done in the living tradition. It will remain suitably occult to most, who do not dare to understand the magic of rhythm, metre and word. The modern world has been disenchanted and does not remember that magic and language are intertwined. Poetry is power.
For those who have drowned the root in wine, smelt and tasted the fruits of the mandragore the meanings and dreams are real.
Images in this blogpost by by Stasys Krasauskas.
