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The Fire Maiden's Tale

Remove the coverings, Angel. Tell me about that point where all comes together. Is there anything to fear? Is there anything at all that is not a fantasy? When all was lost in Caligula’s day, were you there? Epileptic Claudius was the unwatched Watcher, and saw all. Caligula was your mad, mad son, so fair with fire and evil through. At that orgy of drunkenness that was his reign, where the world was the puppet play of his pleasure, what held together? As had the Egyptian Pharaohs and others who sought the secret, he loved his sister. He had no doubt about his destiny, no question about his right to rule.

Angel, here flees the center point. Where is the known? They say now the end sees the beginning in its face. The great king Tanin’iver, Blind Sky Serpent, would manifest now. Have I anything to fear?

Long ago, among the temple gardens of Babylon, clean women schooled in every art of delight shared their visions with men who worshipped the local goddesses. At the moment of no center and no boundary, at the joyous moment when I dissolve and truly die, may I remain awake. I was made to be a boat in this endless vibration. I explode inwardly and outwardly alike, and so am caught eternally in time. In this manner did the evil angels come from the purely good. They were born in the darkness beneath the throne of the world, even as Egyptian princes and princesses were born from the queen through the hole in the ceremonial stool.

The evil angels were not really evil; they were called that because their first-born prince married a monster. This Lilith was the first wife of Adam too. If a flame could be lit in the center of an inner-mirrored sphere, what would occur? If the Sky Serpent Tanin’iver manifests, the world would be destroyed. How, then, may the Silence speak?

The young voice of the age is speaking. The Pipe sends up sacred smoke, words to the ancestors. The pipe also hears the elemental smoke, the din of the People’s Mind. Tanin’sam, the impure sea snake, secretes venom from its tail into its own lips. Such is the Age. Such are the stories.

 Eric N. Peterson is a Toltec priest and member of The Tequihua Foundation, a Riverside, Southern CA nonprofit whose mission is to continue the ancient consciousness-transforming arts of the Toltecs.

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