Equinox on wood

[jack_babalon]

One candle lit. Crash Worship drum frenzy pounding out of two shitty speakers. Face West, the sun is setting, somewhere hidden behind the veil of tomorrows storm. Sign of silence, breathe in deep my intentions. I hold the words in the burning of my throat. I am Geb, an obscure Earth God of the Nile, my arms stretch out and lift the starry vault of my lady Nuit. I am Tum, the setting sun across the deserts of thought. The words drift down the esophagus, settling into my lungs with a boil. I fold my arms into the X, the sign of Osiris risen, one thousand matyrs lurk in the secret of my blood. The words earthquake rumble in the guts, I release them out of me, a general giving the order to charge:
Unity uttermost showed!/ I adore the might of thy breath/ supreme and terrible god/ who maketh the gods and death/ to tremble before thee/-I, I adore thee Out of practice, too many camels for this poor pilgrim of Heliopolis, I will myself a mask of golden flame-endure-don't stop- Appear on the throne of Ra/ Open the way of the Khu/ Lighten the ways of the Ka!/The ways of the khabs run through/ To stir me or still me/Ahhhuuummm Let It Fill Me!The proper timbre returns to my voice, dull echo of my small room reverbetating through my body, percussion fury of the stereo coming vibrating off my bones, the music grounding me The light is mine It's rays consume/Me I have made a secret door/ Into the house of Ra and Tum/Of Kephra and Ahathor/ I am thy Theban O Mentu/ The Prophet... Shit I draw a blank for one horrible second the emptiness of my silence is deafening, relax man relax you've done this a hundred times and yes there lurking behind some pot damaged section of my brain Ankh Afna Khonshu Yes there we go By Bes Na Maat my breast I beat/ By wise Ta Nech I weave my spell/ Show thy star Splendor O Nuit/ Bid me into thy house to dwell/ O winged snake of light Hadit/ Abide with me Ra-Hoor-Khuit! I end the last word with a bark, I raise my finger to my lip, I kiss the silence-(hush little baby don't say a word)- I lift my arms again in sunset supplication, and return the thumb in the mouth. I repress the nicotine cough. I feel a little shiver. I haven't done this since the last time I DJed the SecretRoom. I turn to the East, I feel a quick stab of fear when I see myself flickering in the mirror (amateur!) and then I begin the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram. The QBLH cross descends on me, akward Hebrew spilling out of my mouth, but i'm good with the visualizing, a column of light is flowing down through the wooden slats of the roof, I squeel pitch the ATEH I vibrate/roar the Malkuth (I need to train more, soft as my belly now even in the rituals that used to guard you-shhhh, Ve-Geburah a red flare lights up on my right shoulder let it cross with your hand across the breast to rest at the left and Ve-Gedulah "Mercy" my brain translates without being asked, yet that translation feels cool against the inside of my skin and return to the center Le-Olammmmmm AHhhhhhMen force the eye to see the Rose bloom from out of the heart. My dagger is drawn, the candle flares and I can see my face done up in film noir shadow dance ( some fat, evil bastard leering back at me shhhhh). I draw the lines, from Earth to Sprit, their supposed to be blue flames, but in my eye their more like laser beams that are emited by the trace of my motions ("hit me with your laser beams Dum-dum-dum"), the words cannot be spoken, they must be roared, they must cook in the furnace of your belly and shake the walls with their release IHVH turn to the South, ADNI , West (this one is always tough for me, the gutteral spit) AHIH , now North AGLA and return to the East, exhale slow through the nose (cross current rivers of Ida and Pingla flowing out smoothly) I spread my arms out wide ("..I'm Jesus Christ on ectasy...") the sign of Osiris slain- these words come out of me automaticly Before me Raphael Wings spread across my inner eye, a shadow the color of Sunflowers, Behind me-Gabriel I hear the trumpet roaring the color of the sky on a clear day, On my Right hand Michael the red of the blood of my love glowing On my left hand Auriel I remember the smell of the woods up in Van Courtland park in the Spring, Pine needles, fresh mud, crumpled grass-the green we knew as children. For before me burns the Pentagram and within me shines the Six Rayed Star A small cough squeezes it way through my gritted teeth, I take in a deep breath and repeat the QBLH Cross, I picture myself a giant speared by a column of light that extends between two points on the opposite sides of the universe. Clap three, five, three again.
Silence.
Hold it. Take it in. Flecks of light behind the lids of my eyes.
I hit play on my other deck, and cross fade the Crash Worship into Assemblage 23, I rise up, tribal drumming has yielded to a war drum machine, at first an akward shuffle of feet, find the beat, close my eyes, let go and dance, flailing and thrashing in the semi-dark, slam dance hip hop spaz out go nuts! Kick the air with anger, punch out the fear, release the tornado out-pause only to mix in Project Pitchfork, VNV Nation, Apoptygma Berzerk, but this isn't the club, I don't have to beat match or any of that shit, Just play what makes me step, step hard(not too hard you already made the CD skip). It doesn't take long (Skinny Puppy's Pro-test actually) until i'm collapsed on the floor, panting,skin flushed red, sheen of sweat, clean.I laugh from the bottom of my muscles.
This has been my invocation of Spring.
Igni Natura Reveratum(?)Igni baby!
Signing off and heading out.

Comments

[djjennocide.livejournal.com]

Aw yeah baby...Pro-test is the "kick it hard" song. :)

RE:Pro-test

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

At work, after a good cup of coffee, that's my "Opening Attack" song to get things going, usually followed by Pigface's "Sick Asp Fuck".