Well, I’ve been pretty slack with my Peaches posting, mainly because I’ve been so BUSY with my university subjects. I’ll be back soon for more Peachy-keen blogging when I’ve finished all my brilliant essays.
~Caroline.
93. Hi, I’m Caroline, you can read more about me at my other blog, Necropolis Now, which you’ll find in the Links section of the LAShTAL.COM site. This blog - Peaches - is intended as a place to muse on things Thelemic, with a leaning toward the formula of the Scarlet Woman. Just to start things off, I will quote the ‘Peaches’ chapter in Aleister Crowley’s “The Book of Lies” as it is relavent to this blog, and the book has always been a favourite of mine. I find the entire book evocative, it stretches the mind most satisfyingly. With the Peaches chapter, I like the idea espoused in the commentary of accepting all impressions - very Tantric - and gestating these impresions into one’s own masterpiece.Â
Soft and hollow, how dost thou overcome the hard and full!
It dies, it gives itself; to Thee is the fruit!
Be thou the Bride; thou shalt be the Mother hereafter.
To all impressions thus. Let them not overcome thee;
yet let them breed within thee. The least of the
impressions, come to its perfection, is Pan.
Receive a thousand lovers; thou shalt bear but One
Child.
This child shall be the heir of Fate the Father.