Greetings from the Moerae, the Three
Fates.
The veils are rent and we become visible. Since the dawn of time
has the tradition been that we shall be met at the Crossroads. We are the
wyrd sisters. When the moon is new perhaps you may hear our whispers on the
winds of change. You can no doubt feel our presence here, ere you read these
words. Ours is the subtle touch of destiny.
If you have traversed the Labyrinth to get here, you
will have perhaps met one or two of us already -Clotho, the Spinner Who
spun you in, Who gave you the thread with which to travel? Or perhaps you have
met Lachesis, the Weaver at her loom, and woven your wyrds into the Warp of the Wyrd, and
arrived here via the Cross-stitch in her tapestry? If you're still with
us, you can't have yet met the third of us, unless ye have re-turned for a new
visit...
Though oft I wear this triple veil, many are my masks, as three
or as one. One is that of Hecate- Goddess of the Crossroads. If the major arcana of the TaroT are
arranged in a LemniscAte (infinity symbol), my Wheel of Fate spins at their Crossroads. Which path Will you
choose?
There is somebody else here too you know. Who? Aha! I
wait in the cracks...
Ignore those
odd whispers between my oracle. I am the SphinX who guards the
Wheel. My five secrets are each represented by an arm of the pentagrammatical
foundation onwhich the Great spiralling lunar loom above spins; where
the ebb and flow of the tides glimmer in the warp and weft of the great
web.
This is the communications nexus-axis of this Virtual Mutation Parlour
(read CrossXPoem above a-cross the screen):
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If you are familiar with that ancient Book of Symbols
The Tarot you will no doubt have noticed that the Ten Spokes of Tradition (the
sephiroth of the Qabbala) on the Wheel above have been replaced with the eight spokes of the
Chaosphere. The result is indeed chaotic in it's dimension-bending fract(ur)al
Complexities.
Who could be responsible for such a reinvention of the Wheel of Fortune?
Ah! That would be telling, and we know the fourth power of the Sphinx do we Not?
Yet one of my forms
can be seen riding Her wheel, finger and toe hooked into two arms of the
pentacle, other opposable toe hooked on the tooth of Typhon, that old drag-on
the Wheel of evolution, ever drawing us back to the primordial swamps of
atavistic resurgence. I appear thus above in the form of Hermanubis, psychopomp and
trickster, a hybrid of Anubis -Egyptian Jackal of Judgement
and Psychopomp, Hermes -Greek Psycohopomp and Messenger of the Gods, and Hanuman -Hindu Monkey God.
Ha! It is I, Hermanubis Nexhagus, taking Fate into my own hands. I am the Elder Jester of the Precreate. Ha!Ho! Is it I?
Ho! God
of uncontrolled change! Oh! Goddess (now) of unchanged control? For I am
Nexhagus, the nexus of the Hag, Hecate. Ha! Ho! Nexhagus? Ho! Ha! For many ages
have I woven the chromosomes of humankind...working through such delightful
vessels as
Dionysus ("Aha!"), Hermes Trismegistus ("as Above, so Below"),
YHShVH
("On Earth as it is in Heaven"),
Austin Osman Spare ("As Within, so
Without"),
and now via the w-rite-ings and spell-ings of Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule ("As Before, So After"):
Often outer metamorphosis is just a metaphor for inner
metamorphosis
For metamorphosis is just a metaphor for metaphor
And
metaphor is just a metaphor for metamorphosis
And metamorphosis is just
a metaphor for this
More of this, more for this, more for this
metamorphosis
And more metamorphoses are more metaphors for more
metaphors
And more metaphors are more metaphors for more
metamorphoses
...And so on and so forth and metamorph
For evermore
and metamore
...Until you get
Metaphor-for-metamorphosis-psychosis
By now you should be hearing the above words.
This short track by Orryelle is from Mutation Parlour's ThanatEros CD
How came this
to be, this fract(al)uring of the traditional dimensions of the Wheel? Well in
this Age of Information accessability, mystery traditions unveil and a-veil-able magickal systems collide. All symbols are ultimately metaphors, so unless we can continue
to metamorphosize them into new contexts, we are naught but the puppets of a
con-fused Fate. Sometimes the correspondences don't quite match, and we must
learn the subtle art of Adjustment, dancing the masques of Maat: I imp-lore
thee: to survive in this age of reality dissection, adapt to be adept at
this cross-cultural and cross-subcultural Crossroads, this grand
Inter-Sect-Ion of different perspectives.
Bored of 'e-turn-all-y
sitting on her spotty toad stool, Hekt (Egyptian frog-headed Goddess)-Ate her own timespun
tapestry, and as Hermanubis Nexhagus I jumped off her wheel and onto her back,
riding the frog to Arcana
23, Outside the Circles
of Time. Here the physical and the metaphysical inter-sect. Bodies, Forms, Ideas, Words, Sounds, and Images are dissected and reassembled, metamorphosised in the cauldron of chaos.
Solve et Coagula!
Select a section from the Cross-Section over the Wheel of Fate above -or from the more tabulated index below- where new
information is inputted, upcoming projects are heralded in advance,
linked in while in process, re-presented and re-corded, and eventually condensed
and filed into other categories as they pass from currency (of course, some are
re-current). New files are created to contain those passing events or
information which don't/won't fit in any established category; and some of the
data which crackles through this nexus point refuses to be contained, flying
off back into the ether from which it was spawned.
For this virtual reality is not quite ethereal, nor quite 'real' -it is the Crossroads between flesh and spirit, between Nuit and
Hadit, betwixt Zos and Kia...
The MUTATION PARLOUR was
originally a physical place, a studio for body arts. It evolved into the name of
a musical/theatrical endeavour. In the LABYRINTH performance
Installations, the Mutation Parlour again became a physical place,
where in-it-I-ates could stop and be physically psychically or spiritually mutated on their
journeys. All the elemental paths -fire/energy, air/space, earth/mass and
water/time- intersected at the Mutation Parlour, the Crossroads of
the Labyrinth.
The paths of the physical Labyrinth were woven
through the trees with ropes, string and other threads, in the Druidic
tradition. They were, effectively, physical web-sites!
Now this Virtual Mutation Parlour sits as a
Crossroads in the vast virtual labyrinth of the internet, the
world-wide web. From humble beginnings, it has become a veritable nexus-axis
of ideas and forms. Cross-communication/ cross-pollination between different
cultural and subcultural tribes, clans and individuals is
encouraged.
email: odxob@yahoo.com)
I don't usually mind people borrowing bits of my art or text for their own
sites; I just like to be asked first, and assure the appropriate credits and links are
included, thereby facilitating the distribution of information... So please e-mail
me.
Cyberspace is a vast starry web throughwhich we travel at wordspeed,
symbolspeed, sometimes verging on thoughtspeed. The virtual labyrinth also
reaches underground, into the cavernous catacombs of hidden information. Like
its ancient source, it is an underworld initiation.
We dwell at the Crossroads, the Crossways, where the
ancient Goddess of Fate -Hecate, also known as Orchill, or
Urdu, though oft she wears a triple veil- intertwines the dark and bright
threads, weaving under and over, under and over, down through the underworld and
up through the overworld.
The Mutation Parlour is a Cross-stitch in the
fabric of eternity, the tapestry of time, spun through space. Chthonos,
Ychronos, we evoke thee. Electro-magnetic wwwebs crackle with the influx
to this nexus, in-it-i-ates drawn to the Mag(us)Net.
And as outward from this nexus our own virtual website grows within
the vaster labyrinth, so too shall our physical web-sites grow. The
etheric framework of future physical Labyrinth projects is being
woven herein. Once remanifest, they will link back into these cyberwebs.
This virtual parlour is the Crossroads between the
unmanifest and the manifest, where via Logos and Imagos we bring things into
being. Physical projects of the Mutation Parlour, of Metamorphic Ritual
Theatre and other affiliations of the HermAphroditic ChAOrder of the Silver Dusk shall be
recorded herein, where they shall be digested, mutated and spat back out into
the wo/manifest world in new forms.
Solve et
Coagula!
- Love & Will, Orryelle
email: odxob@yahoo.com
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