#phyllis seckler

[maeviuslynn]

A quick list of astrological correspondences for the Thoth tarot by Phyllis Seckler, The Kabbalah, Magick, and Thelema: Selected Writings Vol. II, ed. David Shoemaker, Gregory Peters, & Rorac Johnson

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Phyllis McMurtry - In The Continuum - The College of Thelema - 1978

[hijodelagua]

The Priestess' veil is light emanating from Kether. In one sense this effulgent light hides the dark space of Nuit. On her lap are the bow and arrows of Artemis, virgin huntress. this is a symbol of the highest form of love of the Holy Guardian Angel, who seeks to pierce the heart of his client with the arrows of love in its highest sense and in its highest purity.

Also Artemis kills with her bow and arrow various beasts. This is a symbol that though a person has attained to tiphereth and enjoys the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, there are still beasts in his nature which must be hunted down and killed. The most difficult beast of all is the little ego.

The Priestess is the key to further progress along the path of spirituality. In one sense, she is a further representativa of the Holy Guardian Angel, bringing down the light of Kether into manifestation.

Phyllis Seckler - Thoth Tarot and Astrology

[hadit93]

I clearly never learn from the teachings!

[maeviuslynn]

All my homies love Phyllis Seckler.

[maeviuslynn]

This is my reading of a beautiful poem, "The Adoration of Nuit" by Phyllis Seckler. This is a meditative, artistically inspired type video and part of my ongoing efforts to read through texts I find meaningful for people to enjoy.

[gigi-orosco]

Today. Phyllis Seckler. In the mail.

[self-initiated-dude]

ADORATION OF NUIT (1980) I adore Thee, Nuit, adore the agonies and trials I adore the deadly deep desperation, The uneven sleepless nights, vials Of Thy eternal loneliness in manifestation. I adore Thee through all that happens. I am a quintessence of soul set on fire, A flaming up of inner aspirations, Forming a true eidolon of a soul that aspires. I adore Thee Nuit, I adore Thy sweet traces Of ineffable love, hidden in unlimited space And hidden in life’s sorrowful faces. I adore Thee through life’s race. O, golden and silver of life’s mystic dawn! We move as a faint spark of light in vast illumination; Thus sparking and living know how we spawn Phenomena and all its illusion. I adore Thee, Nuit, oh vast expanding One Of illimitable Space. I in Thy bosom a minute Vestige of forgotten and unknown atom Spell yet an end to notions of the finite. Oh, vast blue Space, O signature of matter, Oh unfulfilled in eternal grace! Who yearns for dancing point of light, unshattered By its law of gravity and place. Still I adore Thee, adore Thee, adore Thee, Everlasting management of possibilities. Adore Thy oneness and interpenetration of me Adore Thy ineffable harmonies. Oh, plentiful agency of limitless beauty I adore Thee far into blue-dimpled night I bend towards Thee in evanescent duty As a spark to manifest life, love, liberty and light. I adore Thee as my true soul steals forth; I adore Thee in art and inspiration; I adore Thee in all loves and silent mirth; I adore Thee in quiet transformation. I am a virgin earth unto Thy sublime expression, A virgin Queen, Malkah unrecognized. I adore Thy traces through me in secret recognition Of Illumination at last by Thee franchised. Oh, Nuit, Goddess of all and none And one again, and whatever may be On heaven and earth and all between. I love Thee because I am Thy whole-made Tree. In Thy dispensation I am seeing through Thy veils of dance as disguised infinity As mysterious as eagle that flew Into thine Empyrean, dissolving his trinity. A soul laid bare aspires yet again to Thy bosom Amid all of illusions laid aside and abandoned Until the least of these lead to love’s fruition Beyond all experience that may be fathomed. Oh, Nuit, I in Thy embrace lie serene And turned into Nothing, only a cenotaph Marking my existence. Too glorious to bear Is Nuit who annihilates thus even my path. This path exists, no more because swallowed In essential space. I am the butterfly Destroyed by Light, wings that were malleable To circumstance are gone in ecstasy of death’s blight. I adore Thee, Nuit, Thou glorious One unfulfilled Through every interstice of space. Today and always this life is spilled In ecstasy of Thine unwearying embrace.

Soror Meral