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The Square ::: Fixating the Volatile
::: Photos of the Exhibition :::

The photos shown in this page are part of the exhibition "The Square ::: Fixating the Volatile". A reproduction of most of the photos can be purchased directly from its owners, the Salón Arcano charges no comission to the buyers or the artists; if you are interested in purchasing any of the works, please contact us and we'll connect you with its author. The copyright of each photo belongs to its author, thus they can't be published or used without their permission..

Joachim Svela (Oslo, Norway)

Xiron

(Joachim Svela)

These were not the sands of my forefathers, the soil of my land; pierced by rocks, cut by rivers and broken by weeds and springs.

This was a barren land. A barren land with no shape nor form. No beacon of light in the darkness, no forest for shelter, no firm ground to steady my feet, no mountain  in the distance to mark my journey.

I looked up, but there were no stars in the sky. Only the endless void of the night, covering the desert in a vast, unending veil of nothing.

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Jessie Fischer [Seth-Ra] (Alabama, U.S.A.)

The altar of the Alchemist

(Jessie Fischer)

Our tables are adorned with the colors of our Art, from the shadow and light, the blood red of the heart. The Owl of Athena gifts us with signs of her wisdom; from feathers which flow as Hermes guides, to the talons which show us what Terra to prize. With a mortar and pestle, we grind Life and its Vessel; so to with fire, do we then take them higher. As pure as Crystal we receive the Divine Light, to make it Fixed and show its might. For even Fixed, its power is subtle, like the scent of a rose, or a serpent's mumble. Blessed and sacred is the place of our Art, in Nature, Lab, and the Alchemist's Heart.

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Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule (Victoria, Australia)

Four black wax Baphomets await consecration with Mercurial herbs before casting in alchemical eggs.

(Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule)

After sculpting and coagulating my original Bronze Baphomet in Seattle USA in 2010  to exhibit at the second Esoteric Book Conference, I subsequently in Australia made these four copies. Before being posted to their new owners they were to be ritually hatched from Alchemic Eggs as a part of the ritual theatre for the launch of my second Alchymic art book from Fulgur Limited, 'Coagula' -dramatically illustrating the birth of the Golden HermAphrodite this tome explicates.

These four Baphomets were consecrated with plants sacred to Mercury: Marjoram, Parsley, Fennel and a Valerian spagyric.  The Alchymic Marriage in operations of practical alchemy is often represented materially by minerals as the feminine aspect and plants as the masculine (ref. Bartlett's 'Real Alchemy'). Bronze is 93% copper, the metal/mineral of Venus/Aphrodite, so by counterpointing this with plants of Mercury/Hermes the HermAphroditic qualities of Baphomet were reified.

The plaster eggs used in the ritual performance were theatrical echoes of the actual sand-and-plaster eggs the Baphomets were cocooned in for casting. However when these were cracked open at the foundry, I was appalled to discover the four were born disfigured. Lumps marred their surface, some even on the faces. Apparently the casting mixture this foundry had given me was quite different from the one used in the USA, and because I had treated it the same the process had  gone wrong.

What upset me besides the wasted time was that having performed such specific Alchemical operations with the procedure, I felt I had failed on a magical as well as practical level.

However it turned out that three of the four were salvageable after all, for two of the people I lived with surprised me that they had power tools with which I could work the deformed metal.  With applied labour I shaped them up to presentable appearance for the performance, but the real surprise came when after thus preparing them I first struck them to test their tones:

Due to the remarkable resonance of the first one made, I had already thought of using these bronze Baphomets as bells in the final chorus of my 'Ardhanarishvara-An'  (Hindu HermAphrodite God/dess) song at the end of the ritual performance. What amazed me when I lined the new three up with the original and struck each, is that they resounded clearly with the exact four different notes used in this chorus.

If they had not been mutant their form would have been much more consistent and thus the tones would not have differed substantially.

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Sharon Sheinker (California, U.S.A.)

Triptych of the Beast

(Sharon Sheinker)

23 can only be divided by itself or by one.

A human being gets 23 chromosomes from the mother and 23 from the father.

El 23 solo es divisible por si mismo o el uno.

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Álvaro Patricio Robles (Viña del Mar, Chile)

Lux Natura

(Álvaro Patricio Robles)

The Goddess of all possibilities
spread her legs before me

She sang the joy of the body
And unleashed the forbidden

She released the energy of the centuries
The primordial fire

Destroying the past with beauty
Releasing the new life with passion

The chains of life have been released
The light shines in the dark

Lux Natura

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Eleanor Leonne Bennett (Cheshire, U.K.)

Abstract photography

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

It was one of the Driest Marchs for many many years. When My Mum set alight this fire it nearly caught onto the trees around our property. On moorland around the UK wildfires were burning fiercely so it was important that we hastened the flames swiftly. I loved the contrast between the sprinkler and the smoke so much. It was a real favourite to take because of the drama in the scene unfolding.

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Star

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

Only ever published on my personal website to date. Taken at Goyt valley in Derbyshire. The day it was taken on was very close to my heart as another image from this set of landscapes became my very first front cover artwork. I like the colors in the sky and the impression of a star left by the sun and trees

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Rain over oil front

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

An environmental image to myself. I' wanted to capture the rainbow of an oil spill for a couple of years before taking this. How can something that has caused so much war and death in the human and animal kingdom come across as beautiful? You can make heaven a hell and visa versa. I want to create beauty and reach as many people as possible for the longest time that I can do so.

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Powdered Water

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

This a close up of a shark skin antique sword used in the Navy. Taken a short while ago and not available on any of the publishing platforms I currently use. I feel close to water and animal anatomy. I think from some of the work I do with organic materials you could cite Damien Hirst as an inspiration to be different, but I feel a much stronger connection to Beatrix Potter, a children's author with whose books brought me up to love the environment and art, to become a better artist she drew skeletons of her pets. Quite macabre, but I feel it's necessary to become very close to your subjects of choice.

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The demon Eleanor Bennett

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

An image I often wish to revisit, never exhibited before and taken when I was just 14.
It has recently become a front cover after I banished it too the shadows, I do that often purposely hiding older work to uncover a thought or emotion I had a long while ago at a much later stage. It was taken at a time in my life where I felt victimised and lied about, the self portrait is like the true heart of me today.

If you were absent when I needed guidance and advice then you also should be absent when success and fortune smile upon me.

My photo "Get back" that won the UK category of the National Geographic Kids Photography competition in 2010 giving me a Nikon and a 3K holiday was taken on the same day.

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I sing of life

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

Also titled ‘Water for all’. Another self portrait that was quite a lot of fun to take. Most of my portraits are often taken around midnight.

Not at all good for my sleeping routine but its the time in the day when I feel most desperate to create something beautiful from shadows and fear.

I've never been my most confident at night-time so I feel often defensive and animal like. Creeping round the house covered in strange theatrical makeup hoping I'm not caught and sent back to bed

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Okay Museum

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

I love museums, and what they capture of society. This is a reversed image of an Egyptian mummy. Both art galleries and museums represent a lot of important things to me. The objects of everyday living represent the physical being, and the art represents humanity's deepest, darkest thoughts and emotions. The lines are easily blurred, but I love and admire what people before me have created, for thousands of years. Their original thoughts were just ideas, still it just took a great deal of honesty and bravery to create.

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Meat Grease.

(Eleanor Leonne Bennett)

This image recently became a front cover of 5X5 Magazine under the title "My heart is breaking".

It is a pun under the cause of comfort eating causing obesity. My heart will break more from the poison I fill my lungs and mind with.

Catalina Romero (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Relocation

(Catalina Romero)

The empty chair.

Few things are as upsetting as moving out.

So many changes. Orientation changes, things, the energies in the house change. Life changes.

You know how it starts. Books in boxes. Suitcases full of clothing, both everyday and forgotten for years. More boxes with books.

In the living room, the new tenant's furniture looks eye-to-eye the former owners's, covered in dust, waiting their fate.

Every chair in the dining room is in use. The scene is rather static. The light turns on and the empty chair goes back into action.

A strange presence. Dread fills it.

The house moves owners.

(text by: Joaquín Aras)


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Lob Instagon (California, U.S.A.)

Thee Screams ov Angels on thee Deaf Ears ov Man

(Lob Instagon)

This collage was originally conceived to be one part of a two piece series.

The idea was to have the Monks appear in both images, but in one to have them surrounded by Cherub (angels) and in the other to have them surrounded by Demons (devils).  When I started to collect images for these pieces I found it much easier to find images of Angels & Cherubs than to find ones of Demons that were not cartoon-ish or simply silly looking, and so the one with the Angels that you see here materialized faster.  The counter part has still yet to be completed. I found it very interesting that I was able to easily find Angel images for this project.. but not the same for Devils..and so it made the commentary I was sorta try to make WITH the series even more so powerful and in my face.  The ideas I hope to materialize in the viewer of THIS piece are those of self-exploration, and self-examination...how much do we allow forces outside of our own mind help persuade our motivations? Sometimes perhaps outside forces may be helpful.. are we too prideful to accept help?   These are thoughts that run through my mind when viewing this piece.  One day I hope to finish the series and have them shown together.  - Lob,  April 2012

This image was used as a cover for a CD of sound art by the band INSTAGON in 2009, the CD also shares the title of the art piece.

This CD can be ordered here:

http://www.tif.org/instagon/releases/LEM23/LEM23.html

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Carolina Rendón de Hirsch (Santiago de Cali, Colombia)

End of Copulation

(Carolina Rendón de Hirsch)

Advanced being, with an almost magical capacity for sensory communication, as they crawl on your skin, you can feel them reading your energy, and how your senses respond to this unconscious calling that makes us become like a perfect figure of the universe... the snail. An animal we disregard and loathe, while we forget that it was part of our ancestors's life, in health, in beauty, in the magical arts... In this picture we can see the beauty in the mating of a pair of snails, how the spermatozoa travels from one of themto the other one through a translucent thread..

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Sølvi Nykland (Oslo, Norway)

The Nature of the Darkness

(Sølvi Nykland)


The epiphanies comes creeping
Silent, quiet, whit no sound
All illusions were built on foundations of sand
The walls collapse internally
Abruptly and crudely the blindfold is torn away
Paul’s blindness strikes me
The sleeping comfortable darkness dissolves
Time is running, but sight will not return
God's grace is absent
the worlds sorrow comes back
the embrace of everything
Loneliness is still equally large
The outer darkness answers with its arrival
Lights shines again with the dark
The beautiful and divine does not reach out
The blindness hold it back
I am the darkness and comprehended it not
Matter takes back his throne of earth and stone


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Soledad Maggioti [La 7] (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Void

(Soledad Maggioti) [La 7]

So much is new and weightless.
Sea wind-wild void.
I float in a mad air -intense.
Resting space, rocky, enveloping.
It aligns me until I see you again.

(text by: Florencia Leone)

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MarkostheGnostic (Miami, U.S.A.)

Seven Vial Elixir Box

(MarkostheGnostic)

Home workshop project to house spagyric elixirs - one for each of seven Planetary Spirits. Simple pine plywood, stained. Brass hinges, clasp, lock, and thumbtack adornment.

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Alembic 1996

(MarkostheGnostic)

Photo of a page of 1996’s personal diary.

“The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God, the glory” –Isaiah 60:19

יהוי

“Our most precious stone, cast forth upon the dunhill, being most dear, is made the vilest of the vile” –Tractatus Aureus

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Trip the light fantastic

(MarkostheGnostic)

I am a Hermetic philosopher - a scientific materialist turned seeker at 18. My path began in darkness, and has led me from worldliness to otherworldliness to an integration of both - the alchemical Nigredo, Albedo and Rubedo, respectively. I have been on this trip for 40 years, but my identity remains 'student.' I still remain enthusiastic, a word which derives from the Greek, enthousiasmos, which ultimately comes from the adjective entheos, 'having the god within,' formed from 'en' [in, within] and 'theos', ['god']. Similarly, I have been greatly influenced by Entheogens (formerly, Psychedelics). Entheogen likewise derives from Greek, En [in], theo [god], gen [generated]I have taken my pseudonym from an ancient Gnostic philosopher.

Know Thyself - Conócete a ti mismo - gnōthi seauton - γνῶθι σεαυτόν

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Mercurio Filosofal

Philosophical Mercury

(MarkostheGnostic)

In plant alchemy, spagyrics, the Philosophical Mercury is the universal aspect of as essence or elixir. It is prepared from the distillation [Distillatio] of red wine, as the grape is seen as being the most noble of fruits in the plant kingdom. Seven distillations are suggested. After the Philosophical Sulphur (essential oil) of a specific plant is driven off by steam distillation, the plant residue may be extracted (phlegm) with the Philosophical Mercury (ethanol).

Spagyric, a term invented by the alchemist and iatrochemist Paracelsus, means 'to tear open [spao] + to collect [ageiro], from the Greek. The three alchemical principles of Mercury [Spirit], Sulphur [Soul], and Salt [Body], are separated and recombined in spagyric preparations.

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Azufre Filosofal

Philosophical Sulphur

(MarkostheGnostic)

A modern alembic, utilizing a round bottom boiling flask [curcurbit], a chromatography reservoir [aludel], and a Liebig condenser, are used to 'cause the eagle to fly over,' which is to say, drive off the Soul or essential oil of the plant - its individual signature that corresponds with one of the signatures of the seven alchemical planets (Saturn, Jupiter, Mars,Venus, Mercury, Moon, Sun, and with the seven metals (Lead, Tin, Iron, Copper, Mercury, Silver, and Gold), as well as the seven inner 'planets,' or chakras (Coccyx, Genitals, Navel, Heart, Throat, Forehead, and Crown).

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Calcinatio / Calcinación

Calcinatio[n]

(MarkostheGnostic)

 After the Spirit and Soul of the plant are extracted, the residual plant matter, Caput Mortuum [Dead Head], is burned and the blackened ashes heated in a crucible until they turn grey or white. This is Calcinatio. They are then dissolved [Dissolutio] in distilled water, filtered [Separatio], crystallized [Coagulatio], and the process repeated until pure. Then, the Mercury and Sulphur and added to the resulting Salt, resulting in an elixir or a plant stone.

Marcin Owczarek (Lier, Belgium)

Hermes- Guide to the Underworld

(Marcin Owczarek)

 First revelation of Hermes is known from the ancient Egypt as Thoth, later in ancient Greece as Hermes, in North Germanic tradition as Wotan, in Norse mythology as Odin and finally in alchemy as Mercurius. While hellenistic times we can say about an amalgamation of Hermes and Thoth in the figure of Hermes Trismegistus ('Hermes Thrice Greatest')- which was the patron and teacher of all arts and alchemy. Hermes was the master of the ancient mysteries of initiation, mediator between the worlds of the visible and invisible. As the Psychopomp ('guide of souls') he carried the souls of the dead to Underworld to provide safe passage. In psychology of Carl Gustav Jung the psychopomp was regarded as mediator between the unconscious and conscious realms.

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Leticia Ahumada (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Ubi fumus, Ibi ignis

(Leticia Ahumada)

((‘Ibi ignis’))


In every second of the unnamable, fire's repose lies in taking shape with its full power to transform itself.

((If I pass through the last spiral, do complete me in my flight with your kiss, oh sweet Lady Artisan.))

Words drown their truths in this unknowable warp, like that night's fiery embrace, whose atoms now occupy some other places.

((And how I wish today not to add a single comma to your literal everyday sky.))

(('Ubi fumus'))


At an attempt's bottom, Fire bursts in little salamanders competing to flee and make themselves invisible, revealing the delicate wake of their gray-blue perfume...

And so it is that, by giving her color, it is as if she gives order to the World...

((-'Existing.))


The smoke will not choke me...
((It is the same fire.))

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Salazius Hermès D'Artigné (France)

Nascent Gold

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

During a process of High Spagery using mercury, I had the surprise to witness the vegetation of gold in a proper matrix, all the process happened at cold temperature, it was a wonder to witness because I could see all the changes of colours of the metal, at first it was silvery mat, then taking a peacock colour, and pinkish hue, then this shiny golden colour.

One can really meditate on the formation of the metals, and transmutations after that.

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Chaos of the World

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

This is powderd Stibine (Antimony Ore) under a Secret Fire action. The first reaction of the matter is to show a strong reaction, with all these pleasing colours to witness : black, red, orange, yellow, grey, olive green and brown.

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Ripples on Antimony

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

During the process of the Simple Dry Way of Antimony, the metal can behave strangely, and begin to boil with a normal temperature. He is releasing another Fire, the Salamander, the Spirit of the Fire Element, is said to be present. the metal begin to boil and when they reach the surface, they create this ripples.

You can notice an orange/red oil on the surface. This is melted glass of Antimony. This melted glass, once burned, will give this black lava, called 'Caput'

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Copper and Tartar

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

A simple experiment taking place with copper and a mixture of tartar salt [K2CO3]. A very nice crystallisation first took place, then an extraction of the colour of the copper, wich is of a very nice pale blue colour.

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Emeralds

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

This is a personal path called 'the Way of the Moor Man'. This is something very simple. I didn't expect to find these crystallisations in the bottom of the Alembic. I consider such things as gifts in my practice.

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Black fleece of gold

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

Gold leaves under the effect of a Particular Alkahest. The first stage is here happening, the Putrefaction or Nigredo. Slowly all the mass will be black.

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Gold Opening

(Salazius Hermès D'Artigné)

Gold leaves under the effect of a Particular Alkahest. The first stage is here happening, the Putrefaction or Nigredo. Slowly all the mass will be black.

Guillermo Straface (San Miguel, Argentina)

The two faces

(Guillermo Straface)

Waiting for Heracles, the beyond amalgamates with the here-and-now. They both take refuge in the occult and the evident, they flow together in dreams of orgies in which sin and virtue, light and darkness, everything and nothing, cloister and liberty, lonelinesses and companionships determine asphyxia and pure air through an eye that, silent and almost blind, has watched for years and watches still both inner and outer life, while receiving the passengers of a timeless Cerberus, indecisive between staying and mutating.

(text by Violeta de la Vega –Uruguay)

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Death and Resurrection (Rebirth)

(Guillermo Straface)

To return this way, bereft of silence
in the flowing waterfall of existence.
Sojourn of the miracle.
Universal setting.
Exsanguinated, mystical
in the virility of sleep.
It is when blood bursts into being
and breaks apart all drowsiness
to start the stroll of the cosmos.
It is when the primitive flight
generates life
and the landscape covers the new skin
in tremors.

Something, at the feet of the statue
which is host to the miracle
eternalizes man's
magical function.

The heart never ceases to give birth.
It only seeks for a step
where the images might shine
returning from their sleep

It is when the rebirth
confronts the drowsiness
and formulates the universal desire.


(Text by: Leticia Elordi –Argentina)

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Martín Sotelano (Wales, U.K.)

Sacred Sites - Profane Body

(Martín Sotelano)

Open to the Ancient wisdom that is part of you...Sweetness Fairies, tell me about tenderness

(Text by: Karen Woodley)

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Sacred Sites - Profane Body

(Martín Sotelano)

Follow your heart and do not underestimete your insticts

(Text by: Karen Woodley)

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Sacred Sites - Profane Body

(Martín Sotelano)

A new dawn emerges, dance again, dance towards the sky, dance to the moon, give thanks to the earth.)

(Text by: Karen Woodley)

Ricardo Rodríguez Krismanich (Carmelo, Uruguay)

The Road

(Ricardo Rodríguez Krismanich)

Many roads transform my soul into canvas tennis shoes, the horizon grows late on Route 9, a random passing of cars cross each other without pity for my lonely walk, they cross speeding like the seasons before summer. Puddles reflecting in the turns of the road, my slow pace hastens the dark and the January night becomes chilly in the route towards the ocean, dazzled by hurried trucks's lights, truckers with wasted eyes, longing to arrive home. My feet are tired, my thoughts are full of empathy for those travelers hurried to see their children...

... bored and after counting the oven-birds's nests an infinitude of times, I think of my old library where lie the corpses of what I've read, just as in my mind lie the corpses of what I've learned. On Jack's road, Moriarty has written on the asphalt the novel that soon he will transcribe on a typewriter, in the form of a long and winding living scroll. Now I pull out my notebook from my backpack and surely I will write this text that you are now reading.

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Seres Múltiples
[Antonella Morelli / Jimena San Pedro / Sabrina Novaro]
(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Untitled

Seres Múltiples
[Antonella Morelli / Jimena San Pedro / Sabrina Novaro]


I have seen you, great fields bathed in dawn's whiteness; blue lakes, I have bathed in your waves -- and that every caress of the laughing air has made me smile, this is what I will never tire of repeating to you -- Nathaniel. I will teach you fervor.

(André Gide, The fruits of the Earth)

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Pablo Hugo Molteni (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Walkers

(Pablo Hugo Molteni)

These are the lost souls of lost travelers in time going through the path, showing their trail only to those with their senses ready to see them.

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Ghost

(Pablo Hugo Molteni)

The lost soul of a youth in love goes out at night in the Recoleta Cemetery looking for that lady that took his heart and his tears with her.. .

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Sailor

(Pablo Hugo Molteni)

The sailor's statue rescues those spirits looking for a way out the tumultuous river Acheron in search of the long wished-for peace that would bestow them with eternal rest at last.

Belén Asad (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Facing Odds

(Belén Asad)

Sometimes, in this verge between two intensities; two radical possibilities facing each other in oddity... I become.

a flycatcher. a clowd.
a paralytic that runs in dreams.
a scrudge.

defeat the wave of forces within me
or let me defeat your tides.

and when I see such epiphany. so sublime taste of grace
I draw back, not with tears
but with haste.

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Lena Thorsmæhlum (Oslo, Norway)

Deception

(Lena Thorsmæhlum)

Through our clothes, makeup, and behavior, we deceive not just those we meet but also ourselves. We change who we are to fit our situation or surroundings, but slowly we become that which we portray, losing a piece of ourselves. When asked to wear special clothes to work, we distance our true selves from the person we are at work, becoming inessence the uniform rather than the individual wearing the uniform.

When we put on makeup to change our appearances, we become the makeup to those around us. When we act in a certain fashion to achieve a goal, we become the behavior and less ourselves.

Be who you are

(Text by: Bjørn Furuknap)

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Alexandra Reyes Valentino (Bogotá, Colombia)

The Guardian

(Alexandra Reyes Valentino)

It was a little over midnight and the city was eerily quiet, no noise was heard, not even the wind that roars in the morning, as it slides down the corridor formed between the trees and the wall that encloses the park . Nothing. Everything halted for a moment, like a photograph. The landscape was changing as a ray of light slowly covered it all, and the wind roared again, and on the threshold of the street appeared a mysterious figure, he secretly wanted to flow, but his vastness imade it impssible. He was thin and dark, he did not inspire fear, his steps and movemets were slow and secure. I had to follow him, because with every step he was leaving behind a halo of light that rose flashes, which became crystal droplets. Who was this giant, who pierced avenues, crossed bridges and parks, and only stopped in front of a huge cave at dawn? He was the Guardian. The Guardian who walked till he reached his destination, then he opened his arms and stood petrified, to remain there, forever and for the whole of eternity.

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Graciela Esposito (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Sensations

(Graciela Esposito)

So many different sensations pass through the mind of a woman, and how many more if the woman is living the miracle of life, because these sensations fuse together into a single word, 'LOVE', that grand feeling that is offered from the soul.

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You'll never walk alone

(Graciela Esposito)

Every human being feels lonely at some point in their life. When this happens it is best to remember that 'HE' always walks by our side, so that you will never walk alone.

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Luciana Forster (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Storm under the Rainbow (The veil)

(Luciana Forster)

The wind did change,
the ruling forces doff their disguise,
there are no human words
sound flows in the infinity and in the rock.
Colors being born in darkness
another light is coming,
it sheds no light on the garden of men,
it is the substance that throbs behind


קשת
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Nibiru (Illinois, USA)

The Athanor

The Athanor

(Nibiru)

Utilizing the shapes of the material to reshape the flow of the ethereal, a blazing inferno springs forth from the abyss; calcifying all in the absence of vulgar heat.

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Honey Elixir

Honey Elixir

(Nibiru)

With the goal of enhancing the intrinsic virtue of a substance that our alchemist brothers from the insect-kingdom have so graciously prepared, I embarked on a journey to create an elixir from honey.

I believe that bees may be Mother-Nature's perfect alchemist. Initially they design a honeycomb/athanor in accordance with sacred-geometry principles, utilizing only materials from their bodies. They then collect pollen, a starting-material teeming with life-force, and begin the spagyrical process of honey creation. The prepared honey is placed within the honeycomb/athanor; where the honey slowly gathers life-force through the structural-cavity effect of the honeycomb.

After contemplation of the aforementioned process, I am of the opinion that bees naturally grasp the concept of: One matter, One vessel, One fire.

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An Undefined Path

An Undefined Path

(Nibiru)

A lonely seeker traverses an undefined path, relentlessly searching for the ‘Nothing’ from which ‘Everything’ has emerged.

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The Old Oak

(Nibiru)

The earth has sprouted roots, these roots have evolved into arms which relentlessly stretch forth towards the heavens in an expression of Terra’s longing to once again embrace the beloved Luna. Terra and Luna remain frozen in time, romantically performing a silent dance. They are forever engaged in an eternal endeavor, perpetually attempting to grasp that which is intangible.

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Solve et Coagula

(Nibiru)

p>From a single ‘fallen tree’ many fragments or fractals of the ONE are conceived; destined to later be reunited, for the sole purpose of continuing the evolution of the WHOLE.  From the ONE many were created, only for the many to inevitably re-form into ONE.

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Dissolution of the Matrix

(Nibiru)

How deep do the tethers of the matrix run, ingrained within you? How easily can you dissolve those bonds which hold the spirit captive, and restore your true self? Is this even possible, or just the ravings of half-crazed man, imprisoned in a dream within a dream?


(Text by: Anisha)

Ariel Sicorsky (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Triptych 'Water Beings':
1. The Old Man / 2. The Goddess / 3. Buddha

(Ariel Sicorsky)

I suspect that there wasn’t a God of the Ocean, nor a God of the Sun; both concepts are meaningless to primitive minds. There was the Ocean and there was Poseidon, who was also the Ocean.The Theogonies and Homer would come much later... (Jorge Luis Borges)

The Gods, the Ancient Gods…

Anciently the world was inhabited by gods, entities, spiritual creatures that animated the rivers, stones, forests, roads; beings who were in contact with us. It’s just a matter of reading the Odyssey, the Mahabharata, or the one thousand and one the Arabian Nights, to find the registry that men left from those times.

Later came the one and only God, a jealous God, who became the cause and the destiny of all that is. A God that being in all things, can not be apprehended in any. A God that, according to the mystics of monotheism, involved for us a leap into the abstraction, the universal principle, omnipresent and ferocious.

The infinite gods and spirits that inhabited the world, had then become invisible, hidden, they escaped to the limits of the world. Our eyes got used to the new perception, and yet they are here, and sometimes we can hear them whispering, breathing, sometimes we see them in dreams, in the fog, and in the lost shores.

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Carolina Romano (Madrid, Spain)

After-Magritte (the silence of Socrates)

(Carolina Romano)

The great mystey is only hidden in its own obviousness, in the sealed lips of the lovers. As above, so below; and as below, so above; to perform the miracles of One olny thing. That’s the whole of what can’t be said, written, read or heard.

Both masks are the same mask. The only danger is not to renounce to the chronic destiny, the only danger is to be unable to become a foreigner. The only danger is being unable to create an amalgam following the path of the flowing desire.

(Text by: Julián Moguillansky)

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Naira Andreia (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Dat Rosa Mel Apibus (To the Bee)

(Naira Andreia)

Live in harmony with Nature, o child of Earth! For she will dazzle you with her beauty. So she nourishes you. But above all, she teaches you.

A being of air with solar banners drinks its potion among petaline silks.

To the tune of wings waving in the wind, this magical dance echoes in the rainbow fields that cover our Earth, it being responsible for almost everything you will find on your table.

Out of soil's blackness, and by the powerful will of the hidden roots, a flower blooms crowning with delicate petals the supremacy of vegetable life, life distilled into nectar through the alchemy of Earth.

Osiris launched his powerful ray towards the night of the ground. The ray found itself materialized by way of tangled roots that rose to the sky to produce the coronation. And there the sap was transformed into life-giving nectar, that which was coarse transmuted towards subtleness.

To the call of the source of life come on the winged Venusian dancers that by drinking perform their own alchemy, where the crown's nectar turns into eternal honey, fit for the treasury of hexagonal palaces.

Child of Earth! Born from the dust! Walk the path of Nature, and through your practice you will make spring the divine nectar, that shall make you desirable to the gods and allow you to dwell among them in Eternity.

Be vigilant, pilgrim! The path to the crown -- which is your center -- might be crossed by numerous thorns.

Persist, o traveler! So that from the stone shall spring the honey and you shall live in the Infinite Light.

You will perform your Alchemy

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Qu'est ce tu veux? (To the Mantis)

(Naira Andreia)

Prophet of Nature. Courageous pilgrim. Cunning warrior. Messenger of the gods.
You know when to rest. You know when to advance. You never surrender. You always persist.
You know that fear is failure, and that in the heart of the coward virtue perishes.
You know about sacrifice, about the death that gives life.
You contemplate, you meditate, you concentrate, you become grounded.
You choose consciously, faithful to your focus. Daring, you act without hesitation.
Fierce in action, silent in contemplation.
You walk the path to your own quiet pace.
At the center of the cross you firmly set yourself in a balance of forces.
In the supreme Silence, that place of the Mysteries, you hear the whisper of Sophia.
Your eyes don't mirror me, and yet you guide me and you open my mouth.
I am where I am not, I go where I already am, to become that which I am.
I face your gaze, little big sister. I feel the presence of God.

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The Eye

(Naira Andreia)

I close my eyes. I open my eyes.
With a blurred body, in a watery dance.
Adrift, on a snaking river,
trees twirling between gills of ink.

A dim boat vanishes between my hands,
its name lost in melting letters.
A sleeping monastery, windows open to silence.
The eyes of the guardian watch the journey.

Infinite galleries,
halls of mirrors.
Time without time
in a diluted world.

Particles of a fragmented sun,
a different lamp shines the same light.
I cast the lamp away, I focus on the Light.
The stairways meet.

Every fork leads to the center:
unfathomable abyss in a liquid universe.
The guardian's order comes loud and clear:
Jump!

I open my eyes.
The body vanishes.
I am everything everywhere.
I am the clear presence, the pure consciousness.

Like a point in infinity,
an eye watching itself watch itself till it drowns in brightness.
I am the gold, I am the sempiternal eye.
I watch the light with its own ageless eyes.

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Enter

(Naira Andreia)

In the depths of the night
the Damsel grants you favor.
Among the full moon's spectres
a door shines bright.
You turn a thousand times,
until you finally approach.
You stand before it,
observing it, you examine it.
You stand back, you go forward,
you come close, you look at it;
you pick it apart,
you fall back and turn.
You study the hinges,
you analyze its lock.
Obsessing you peer
through the little slot.
You distinguish the door-knockers,
you grab them, let them go,
you search for their faces
in the library.
You call them by names
long since forgotten.
You attempt knocks
and passwords.

STOP!

Open your eyes!

The door is wide,
and is ever open.

Take the step, and enter.

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IAO

(Naira Andreia)


Caught in the darkness of the night of times, in Maya's womb of despair and oblivion, a crack opened in the prison of my senses.

I went through mysterious paths, where reason is no guide, through secret fissures towards silence, towards the void.

Sophia's murmur began to guide my steps, and a resplendent dawn of gold shone over my mundane body. I was incinerated, turned to ashes, only to rise on powerful wings and in dominion over the elements.

In swift flight I abandoned the cave's darkness to seek the day, exultant, carrying in my hands the grail of life.

V.I.T.R.I.O.L.

(Visit the interior of the Earth, and by rectifying you will find the hidden stone.)

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Porta Dei Cieli

(Naira Andreia)


According to legend, bold explorers crossed your step never to be seen again walking this Earth's grass.
The fall of your four sisters in the night of times hinders the wise in unraveling your secret.
Walled up and forgotten, you lie in Rome; for some years now you are flanked by Bes.
The children of Bastet attend you and guard you, and noble hearts watch over them.

THE TEXT ON THE DOOR:

רוח
אלוהים
(Ruach Elohim)

TRIA SUNT MIRABILIA DEUS ET HOMO MATER ET VIRGO TRINUS ET UNUS
(“Three are the wonders: God and Man, Mother and Virgin, Triune and one.”)

CENTRUM IN TRIGONO CENTRI
(“The center is in the triangle of the center.”)

HORTI MAGICI INGRESSUM HESPERIUS CUSTODIT DRACO ET SINE ALCIDE COLCHICAS DELICIAS NON GUSTASSET IASON
(“The dragon guards the entrance of the magic garden of the Hesperides, and without Alcides (Hercules), Jason may not taste the delights of Colchis.”)

QUANDO IN TUA DOMO NIGRI CORVI PARTURIENT ALBAS COLUMBAS TUNC VOCABERIS SAPIENS (Lead)
(“When in your house black crows give birth to white doves, then you will be called wise.”)

DIAMETER SPHERAE THAU CIRCULI CRUX ORBIS NON ORBIS PROSUNT (Tin)
(“The diameter of the sphere, the circle's tau and the orb's cross profit not the destitute.”)

QUI SCIT COMBURERE AQUA ET LAVARE IGNE FACIT DE TERRA CAELUM ET DE CAELO TERRAM PRETIOSAM (Iron)
(“He who can burn with water and wash with fire makes a heaven out of earth and a precious earth out of heaven.”)

SI FECERIS VOLARE TERRAM SUPER CAPUT TUUM EIUS PENNIS AQUAS TORRENTIUM CONVERTES IN PETRAM (Bronze)
(“If you make the earth fly over your head, with its wings you may convert torrential waters to stone.”)

AZOT ET IGNIS DEALBANDO LATONAM VENIET SINE VESTE DIANA (Mercury)
(“When azoth and fire whiten Latona, Diana comes without tunic.”)

FILIUS NOSTER MORTUUS VIVIT REX AB IGNE REDIT ET CONIUGIO GAUDET OCCULTO (Antimony)
(“Our dead son lives, returns from the fire as a king, and enjoys conjunction in hiding.”)

EST OPUS OCCULTUM VERI SOPHI APERIRE TERRAM UT GERMINET SALUTEM PRO POPULO (Vitriol)
(“It is an occult work of the true philosopher to open the earth, and so germinate health for the people.”)

SI SEDES NON IS (SI NON SEDES IS)
(“If you sit, you don’t go” – “If you don’t sit, you go”)

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The invincible force

(Naira Andreia)

The time-controlled world, working as a machinery, is confronted by the invincible force that keeps swirling and whirling; as a serpent that prevents it from  governing empires and brings justice to it.  If the chaos of the world is divided and dissolved by a cross shaped like an X, with four different equal arms, by the path of mercy or leniency, like a wheel that breaks down every obstacle and every fence, then the  transconsubstantiation of matter will be possible; as soon as the mouth and the pan-bread become one: when the head enlightened by  crystal clear visions becomes a window, and the golden fleece is found, exactly when the door gets unlocked by a simple multiplication that takes place whilst a current from above meets a current from below at the back of our heads as if these two energies were two intertwined fishes who can offer us the chance of building a stable house with our own hands; a place in which the flow of the tides can be fixed using only a snail, and thus give birth to a unique individuality which will oppose any army.


(Text by: Julian Moguillansky)

Kristin Stangenes (Oslo, Norway)



The forest

(Kristin Stangenes)

Wander not into the forest, the old ones said. There is only death there. Where once there grew flowers, trees and wild things roamed: there is nothing left but the half-light shadows.

If you go there, you will become lost; and you will lose yourself. You will thirst, and you will starve. You will forget who you are, what you are and whence you came. You will go mad, and see things that are not there, and not see the things that are there. You will die.

You will wither in the winter: your body will shrivel.  You will lay waiting, quiet as the snow, silent as the full-moon winds. You will be buried beneath the countless crystals, sharp as knifes: the watery ashes of those who have died before you. And then, you will become the forest yourself.

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A Craving

(Kristin Stangenes)

Only a craving
neither into
nor out of

only a craving

a silent scream
that surrounds me

with it`s loving kisses

trying to awake me

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Ume Zeeb (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Life, Death, Resurrection.

(Ume Zeeb)

Splendor and downfall of the substance that breaks through the chaos of the world to plant there the seed of the beginning; systole and diastole, contraction and expansion, nothing is a repetition of the cycle, differentiation reigns over all things, the harmony is mutable.

Simultaneity.


(Text by Julian Moguillansky + Ume Zeeb)

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LThe waves, the vortex and the spirals.

(Ume Zeeb)


Perfect freedom does not need to exist, it does not need to be formulated​​, being nothing finds its perfect cohesion, the echo of its own desire, it’s own self-reflection, multiplied in expansion into the vast crosses the abyss and the notion of knowing the impossible.

Waves, music, started by a small movement that reaches out everything and embraces it all, the epicenter of a thousand movements, sounds generated by a minimum impulse that penetrates all the stages and becomes a vision.

Cultivate music.


(Text by Julian Moguillansky + Ume Zeeb)

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Ecce Rex Omnis Sensus

(Ume Zeeb)

Silent mystery of the infinitesimal lightness, holyness, incarnated joy in the shapes and colors on the tree. Fractal perspectives where there is a structure that bears strange fruits which can’t be described, understood or tasted as simple repeatitions of itself. Breathe. Singularity, an entrance or a walk into an unborn world. Breathe. The fabulous estrangement of the origin, which scatters an atypical multiplication: division, union and coexistence.


(Text by Julian Moguillansky + Ume Zeeb)

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The Serpentine Tree.

(Ume Zeeb)

An unexpected outbreak of life: wave motions, intangible proportions and astral links with a simple tendency, unfolding the mutation, participating in the cycle of life, a snake emerging in search of the sun; transforming and changing the shape of life that lies in the core of the earth; where, eventually, with increased gifts after the tour, shall become perpetuation, repetition, ostinato.


(Text by Julian Moguillansky + Ume Zeeb)

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A kiss (the green lion and the sun)

(Ume Zeeb)

Jubilee of 200 suns transmuting their parts, hands in hands without forming fists, but doors.

What if the dew that feeds the matter also inflames it?.


(Text by Julian Moguillansky + Ume Zeeb)

Cid Sol et Jeuan (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Green Lion

(Cid Sol et Jeuan)

Two-headed son of chaos, this butterfly is both desire and war. White love and black death united and fighting.

Water and fire, but not just water, nor just fire. In this confusion and in the vilest thing lies iwisdom, but neither confusion nor the vilest may even try to understand it.

Change, change, change and change again, you'll be gold.

O remains inert if you confuse one thing with another.

(Text by: Angelus Mastin Silboyak + Rocio C.)

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Albus

(Cid Sol et Jeuan)

No outline, rising and falling, the desired desire, the eternity of love.

If you cross the door, purify yourself there without profaning the nudity and the silence of my name.

If a thousand eyes open all at once, they shall see me as watery white brilliance, the latent color of the light that unites and separates itself and everything.

Denied, Denied, Denied, Denied by fanaticism, falsehood, ignorance.

(Text by: Angelus Mastin Silboyak + Rocio C.)

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Rubedo

Rubedo

(Cid Sol et Jeuan)

Devote yourself to the impossible, the first color the burning blood.

Unfolding a single ancestral color that loves reproduction.

Spread the rose of your intellect with anthusiasm, as in a leap into the void, lose it all without looking for anything, become yourself the very same leap, boost high and seek for the eternity of the effect.

Multiply, multiply, multiply, multiply, animate the vastness with a new life.

(Text by: Angelus Mastin Silboyak + Rocio C.)

Violeta Percia (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Navel

(Violeta Percia)

Invisible good, necessary movement and Breath. An empty conjunction: man. He understands life, because he sees both the intelligible and the sensible. There's no life without seeing. If no one saw the man, he would be unable to live. Intellect, breath and soul, none of them are strangers to him. There isn't any incomprehensible conjunction or separation in an eternal mixture. Eye. The smoke of the spiral abaxial circumference of the chained spheres. Pontiffs. For our vision is what makes the colors live. Lux is the universal solvent. Collection of rainfall.

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Sal Salis

Sal Salis

(Violeta Percia)

As an emanation of its Sal Salis, Snow. Then calcination gives it its Sigil. The sacred letter of the mushroom kingdom. It's the time of the syzygy (the living tide), the fish.

Helical aspiration, the metaphysics of ecstasy of the light. After the virtual vector or filter, the hour in which the Khadir is offered to that which the incandescent hides in its infinite cycle. A present of the greatest descending thing that vitalizes the entire collection of the land (inside), and gives its Menstruum in the shape of blooming flowers. The serene retreat, the infinitesimal hour of the overturn (flying), the whole plains of the afternoon (along with the tide). Time in perfect movement. Absolutely silent immanence. The transparent letter, the sign, is confronted with its kingdom:

''Rain spirits
for each spirit is the key
by virtue of a mind that sees
''
(Cavalcanti, Love Rhymes)

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The living one

(Violeta Percia)

Elementary rotation. The populated god. Density. The Saturn influence, influenced perhaps by Jupiter and Mars, in the pure absorption of the crown (Yesod, the moon). Conjunctions. Its performers. In the inner incandescence: transparency.

Pascual witness this metamorphosis through cycles or days. Globe of mysterious light, "Adamic light of the creatures, which embodies the lordly truth, flashing lightning accompanied by beneficial rain clouds that fill any receptacle that is offered, from the vessel to the ocean" (Pearl of Perfection).

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The populated god (the Jam of god in prana of pine needles)

(Violeta Percia)

Self-objectification of intermediate realities. To pass, Solve (separation).
Silence (secret alliance). The intellect reaches the divine reality; or before, one reaches the reality of the breath and the souls; or before -or in parallel- : the intellect, and at the same time -or before-, it reaches only one thing, the reality of life. For thousands, the ancestors, for the moment, although seemingly absent. Every flower fades. Alchemy is called to testify about its individual vision.