Mysteries of thee Invisible Tarot
Oct. 13th, 2006 04:30 pmThere in the Black Room of the Temple Thamiel, Sarah sits naked in Lotus position, her hands shuffling with impossible speed the Invisible Tarot. A peroxide blond gypsy goddess, a wolf buddha avatar, sitting like an island fortress in a sea of unconscious lovers. Her eyes roll up into her skull, milk white sclera glows orange with the light of a single dying candle. Her lips mouth the words of the Question:
"Where is he?" the Question turns like a puzzle in her thoughts shifting itself into a whispered mantra. The cadence of this mantra is then swallowed up by the serpent of breath, traveling through the Kundalini rivers of Ida and Pingala. There the serpent is released from the belly with a sigh, flowing slowly out of her into the darkness.
The Question expands to fill the limits of the Black Room, pressing itself against the walls until it seeps through the cracks of the windows out into the night air. The Question rises up in widening spirals, circling the perimeter of the city like a Falcon in flight. It drifts through the canyons of the Terminus skyrise; flowing along the grid currents of street, avenue and road, washing up along the shore of sidewalks in a red tide of whispers, soaks the surface of each and every door it touches, lingers like a ghost in the frosted breath of the citizens below. The Question is hunting it's own death, searching for the Answer that will negate it.
An image of him flares along the screen of her thoughts. Sarah, with the grace of a sleepwalker, stops shuffling and lays down a single card from the top of the deck. Her pupils return back to her stare and she looks down to see whether or not the Question worked. She is answered with the visage of a single figure in the card, who with a madmans smile, holds in his left hand an upside down cup emptying itself of it's last drop and in his right hand covers half his face with a single card. That card is in fact the very card he's in.
The Knave ov Windows.
A flare of smile flashes briefly across Sarah's countenace. It's him, well his signifier at least, the Qlippoth of the Knight of Cups. Her former lover. Her rogue chess piece. Her Judas Ally: Adam Last.
( Mysteries of the Invisible Tarot )
"Where is he?" the Question turns like a puzzle in her thoughts shifting itself into a whispered mantra. The cadence of this mantra is then swallowed up by the serpent of breath, traveling through the Kundalini rivers of Ida and Pingala. There the serpent is released from the belly with a sigh, flowing slowly out of her into the darkness.
The Question expands to fill the limits of the Black Room, pressing itself against the walls until it seeps through the cracks of the windows out into the night air. The Question rises up in widening spirals, circling the perimeter of the city like a Falcon in flight. It drifts through the canyons of the Terminus skyrise; flowing along the grid currents of street, avenue and road, washing up along the shore of sidewalks in a red tide of whispers, soaks the surface of each and every door it touches, lingers like a ghost in the frosted breath of the citizens below. The Question is hunting it's own death, searching for the Answer that will negate it.
An image of him flares along the screen of her thoughts. Sarah, with the grace of a sleepwalker, stops shuffling and lays down a single card from the top of the deck. Her pupils return back to her stare and she looks down to see whether or not the Question worked. She is answered with the visage of a single figure in the card, who with a madmans smile, holds in his left hand an upside down cup emptying itself of it's last drop and in his right hand covers half his face with a single card. That card is in fact the very card he's in.
The Knave ov Windows.
A flare of smile flashes briefly across Sarah's countenace. It's him, well his signifier at least, the Qlippoth of the Knight of Cups. Her former lover. Her rogue chess piece. Her Judas Ally: Adam Last.
( Mysteries of the Invisible Tarot )