The daemons speak of a time before time, an eternity before eternity when a maiden walked forth as a multitude into a void that did not yet exist and looked back into a past that was all She. They tell little of what happened next, only that the world came to be from this remembrance. Indeed this is all the world is for the Sophia: rememberance. They say she is all her children, that we are born from her substance which has no form, that the Gods hold fast to her garments for themselves, that said garments never run out because there is no one wearing them but us, who give them to each other. This is the Sophia of Maria.
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In a dream half-asleep during the monotony of a work day, I glance at the Sun in my mind's eye and I see an icon. I wondered what it means. The guardian replies, "Ah, I see you have finally glanced at the hidden form of the foamed one". "Foamed One?" I ask. "Yes, the Foamed One. You see, this solar system is the Shrine of many Solar deities. Your Sun is as numerous as the Gods, superposed in a simultaneity of experience, each in all". All this was pretty understandable to me, but I was perplexed about one thing. The God that is "foamy" is Aphrodite, from "Aphros" (foam) that Hesiod plays on in his Theogony. I ask, "But, Timmy, is Aphrodite Solar?" He answers without delay, as is usual with him, at the speed of thought:
"The Solar Goddess you encounter in your rigid imaginations and the dark moments, the light you feel, these are the impassible passions of a constant force, one that embraces with light, but whose source is not a solid statue. The icon is the Sun, itself a roiling mass of gas, the form of divine "foam", embattled with a constant passion that, from a distance, is like a constant gleam of life-giving empathy. What you see is the mediator, the one who is a titan in Olympus, yet without conflict, for she mediates the titanicity of Kronos, his binding of all things by intellectual force, and the diplomacy of Zeus, his binding of all things by a freedom towards one another."
By now I was so confused. "How does she do this?", I asked with hope that I might find this lost thread.
"Look at the temple, what do you see?", he asked curiously. I was about to respond when I suddenly had a merging of a vision and my words: "There is the Sun that whips everything into an orbit that facilitates their self-formation, and a light that provides the possibility of life for those close enough and capable of it"
"Good", he responded, "What Adam Labecki calls 'inward pressing' is here represented by gravity, and the configurations of matter are intellective formations: intellects, souls, etc; Around the desire for Aphrodite, the desire she leads with, the other Gods form themselves. Their integrity is their own, but Aphrodite leads the organization, with nothing but the passion that is her own self-integrity as the “foamy intellect”, the “gravity” of her person, infinitely variable close up, but a source of intellectual life from farther. Then again, this is not the Aphrodite you are familiar with from Hesiod. This is the Lady of the Sun. This is Maria-Aphrodite, who wears a double cloak of the maiden, such that the maiden wears her as much as she wears the maiden".
At those last words, my mind drifted off, unable to catch up, only to be interrupted by the beautiful form of a colleague in a gold dress.
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There is a world of difference between bathing in the Sun and bathing in a river. In the former, you are drenched in the ethereal, liberated upwards. In the latter, you are drenched in heaviness, the freedom is that it is in a heaviness that is pleasant to carry. You have exchanged one burden for another. But you are also soil, so a Goddess of life-giving rivers seeks not just to bathe, but to water, to fertilize, and to drown. This is not baptism, unfortunately. But it is death. The dry ego must be broken down by the flood of good disguised as formless danger. so that it can have integrity again, a more durable one. This is Maria Oṣun, who wears the Sun on her waters, whose glitter is not visible to the ego blinded, but whose passion will wash it all away, for you, for me, for love.
Brilliant!!!... How are you doing Chief?
I trust you're doing well and Nigeria isn't after your life?. I've always wanted to ask because my first ever introduction to you was when you had classical theist on your Twitter name... I'm not sure you're entirely on that path as per your interest In polytheism has piqued..... my apologies if I'm poke-nosing but has It affected your relationship with your guys ( Sammie and co etc)
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The God who is always with us. That he teaches us to look with the vision of unity: where everything is in everything