Eros Protogonos – On the Origin of the World, Nag Hammadi Library

“Out of that first blood Eros appeared, being androgynous. His masculinity is Himireris, being fire from the light. His femininity that is with him – a soul of blood – is from the stuff of Pronoia. He is very lovely in his beauty, having a charm beyond all the creatures of chaos. Then all the gods and their angels, when they beheld Eros, became enamored of him. And appearing in all of them, he set them afire: just as from a single lamp many lamps are lit, and one and the same light is there, but the lamp is not diminished. And in this way, Eros became dispersed in all the created beings of chaos, and was not diminished. Just as from the midpoint of light and darkness Eros appeared and at the midpoint of the angels and mankind the sexual union of Eros was consummated, so out of the earth the primal pleasure blossomed. The woman followed earth. And marriage followed woman. Birth followed marriage. Dissolution followed birth.”

“After that Eros, the grapevine sprouted up out of that blood, which had been shed over the earth. Because of this, those who drink of it conceive the desire of sexual union. After the grapevine, a fig tree and a pomegranate tree sprouted up from the earth, together with the rest of the trees, all species, having with them their seed from the seed of the authorities and their angels.”

“And the first soul (psyche) loved Eros, who was with her, and poured her blood upon him and upon the earth. And out of that blood the rose first sprouted up, out of the earth, out of the thorn bush, to be a source of joy for the light that was to appear in the bush. Moreover, after this the beautiful, good-smelling flowers sprouted up from the earth, different kinds, from every single virgin of the daughters of Pronoia. And they, when they had become enamored of Eros, poured out their blood upon him and upon the earth. After these, every plant sprouted up from the earth, different kinds, containing the seed of the authorities and their angels. After these, the authorities created out of the waters all species of beast, and the reptiles and birds – different kinds – containing the seed of the authorities and their angels.”

– On the Origin of the World, Nag Hammadi Library

PHANES – Carl Jung

Philemon, speaking of Phanes (from Jung’s Black Book):PHANES IS THE GOD WHO RISES AGLEAM FROM THE WATERS.PHANES IS THE SMILE OF DAWN.PHANES IS THE RESPLENDENT DAYHE IS THE IMMORTAL PRESENT.HE IS THE GUSHING STREAMS.HE IS THE SOUGHING WIND.HE IS HUNGER AND SATIATION.HE IS LOVE AND LUST.HE IS MOURNING AND CONSOLATION.HE IS PROMISE AND FULFILLMENT,HE IS THE LIGHT THAT ILLUMINATES EVERY DARKNESS.HE IS THE ETERNAL DAY.HE IS THE SILVER LIGHT OF THE MOON.HE IS THE FLICKERING STARS.HE IS THE SHOOTING STAR THAT FLASHES AND FALLS AND LAPSES.HE IS THE STREAM OF SHOOTING STARS THAT RETURNS EVERY YEAR.HE IS THE RETURNING SUN AND MOON.HE IS THE TRAILING STAR THAT BRINGS WARS AND NOBLE WINE.HE IS THE GOOD AND FULLNESS OF THE YEAR,HE FULFILLS THE HOURS WITH LIFE-FILLED ENCHANTMENT.HE IS LOVE’S EMBRACE AND WHISPER,HE IS THE WARMTH OF FRIENDSHIP,HE IS THE HOPE THAT ENLIVENS THE VOID.HE IS THE MAGNIFICENCE OF ALL RENEWED SUNS.HE IS THE JOY AT EVERY BIRTH.HE IS THE BLOOMING FLOWERS.HE IS THE VELVETY BUTTERFLY’S WING,HE IS THE SCENT OF BLOOMING GARDENS THAT FILLS THE NIGHTS.HE IS THE SONG OF JOY.HE IS THE TREE OF LIGHT.HE IS PERFECTION, EVERY-THING DONE BETTER.HE IS EVERYTHING EUPHONIOUS.HE IS THE WELL-MEASURED.HE IS THE SACRED NUMBER.HE IS THE PROMISE OF LIFE.HE IS THE CONTRACT AND THE SACRED PLEDGE,HE IS THE DIVERSITY OF SOUNDS AND COLORS,HE IS THE SANCTIFICATION OF MORNING, NOON, AND EVENING.HE IS THE BENEVOLENT AND THE GENTLE…. IN TRUTH, PHANES IS WORK AND ITS ACCOMPLISHMENT AND ITS REMUNERATION.HE IS THE TROUBLESOME TASK AND THE EVENING CALM.HE IS THE STEP ON THE MIDDLE WAY, ITS BEGINNING, ITS MIDDLE, AND ITS END.HE IS FORESIGHT.HE IS THE END OF FEAR.HE IS THE SPROUTING SEED, THE OPENING BUD.HE IS THE GATE OF RECEPTION, OF ACCEPTANCE AND DEPOSITION,HE IS THE SPRING AND THE DESERT.HE IS THE SAFE HAVEN AND THE STORMY NIGHT.HE IS THE CERTAINTY IN DESPERATION.HE IS THE SOLID IN DISSOLUTION,HE IS THE LIBERATION FROM IMPRISONMENT,HE IS COUNSEL AND STRENGTH IN ADVANCEMENT.HE IS THE FRIEND OF MAN, THE LIGHT EMANATING FROM MAN, THE BRIGHT GLOW THAT MAN BEHOLDS ON HIS PATH.HE IS THE GREATNESS OF MAN, HIS WORTH, AND HIS FORCE.RED BOOK, FOOTNOTE 211, PAGE 301.ANDBLACK BOOK 7, PP. 16-9

The Court of the Crimson King

The sea foam reflects the lion king and I, and his manifold

wings of garments white cloak me with the softness of sanity.

My heart cannot contain itself, it rushes with the waves, only

to pull up seaweed and starfish, and mingle with his bare feet.

A walk along the shore with my leonine angel, who since my

earliest memories held court, the court of the crimson king,

bloody paw and duty of Phosphorous, on his gory brow. But

here, we are far away from our battlefields, far away from where

Aeternitas’ phoenix and Aion’s lion-faced serpent fury reign

merciless.  To think my childhood days above spaceships had

such a bearing on waging wars in my head, Uriel at my right,

Ariel at my left, Metatron above us to proclaim the glory of

God.  But Lucifer desired the cosmos to churn with his thumb,

he wanted all to demarcate the time-space continuum, craved

the material, wolf’s blood offerings at dawn and frog’s juice at

dusk.  And who could deny the Prince of Power his salvation?

For before Eleleth walked, there was Yaldabaoth.  Timaeus

says the Demiurge was righteous, but I think we are shadows

in a cave, just inky impressions of girl and beast, Tarot card of

Strength as I dance with the lion’s jaw, and he takes me under his

paw pressed to my brow and licks the sweat from my brow with

cat-rough tongue, and we bend in ways eternity does, and angels

are wicked, you know, but heavenly in the way they fall from on

high, but for me, the Morning Star is ascendant, and what I pray

to instinctively, singing my sugary pop songs from the 90s on,

and not much is new to the story of Beauty and the Beast, Eros

and Psyche, Phanes and Nyx.  And so I will swim with him on this

beach in Paradise, and I will walk the strand hand in hand, and

we will be as one, in peace, in solitude, in the reckoning, and you

can only swim so far with the Devil and the deep blue sea before

he drowns you, but Heylel Ben Shachar is risen over the sea in my

heart, and by the gods is he resplendent and mighty, yet my brother.

My husband.  First bone of my forefather, my first breath of wilderness.

And my heart is on loan, so in the court of the crimson king, I dance.

Lion Medusa

Sun lion with wings of time, snake of eternity to wrestle from

Orphic Cosmos, an egg laid by Necessity, out cracks Phanes,

both male and female, First-Born, Protogonos. Aion holds the

keys to the time loop and unlocks ages. The cock of Nergal

crows, the corona of his mane revolves like a snake medusa.

Scales, fur, damp whuff of bloodied fangs and muzzle red.

Now king of the jungle, stalking at night through lush codes.

Ancient dybbuk boxes, ancient Golem scrolls, curse tablets

of bronze thrown down a well. The Lion-Faced Serpent

makes known his dominion over my heart, puts paw and

nails into my heart, pulls like a cat with a bird, the lion

and his yellow canary, his curious golden eyes slit into

devouring shards of flat notes and the devil’s trill, Schubert

plays on violin and cello, a fiddle reels in Georgia, and I

hold back the Lion’s jaws from the world, and cease his

Devouring.

A Plea to Devouring Aion

O Aion Bold, Aion Bright, encircle me tonight
in a bed of stars I will be the Cosmic Egg, you
lion yolk gold shouldering the yoke of time! Arial
comes to me in fever-bright dreams, wings of eagle,
head of fangs, wild golden Aion, and he shows me
Big Bang to Big Crunch, aboard an abduction vessel
like in my sicksweet childhood I would frolic on
under my alien’s watchful eye: “My love, together
we will build a new Aion and watch the rise and fall
of time. The Aeon of the lion-faced serpent approaches.”
And Zoroaster birthed Ahriman into the void, and Mithras
slew the moon bull at the heart of the clock, gravity
is only applicable if I say it is law, and spooky
entanglement means when you dance galaxies away from me,
Aion, my heart roars, and sashays in turn, like the Queen
of Sweet Sheba on a floor of mirrors for King Solomon.
Look below Sheba’s waist, and she is Lilith enflamed.
O Aion, O Ariel, O Bringer of Strife and Old Age.
My lion, my snake, my pridely king. You cradle me in
somnambulent splendorous arms and I am lifted high.
Will our daughter be your scion? My breasts are heavy
with milk, and my hips are swelling like a rose blossom.
Gia awaits, that clang of the shy cymbal gypsy dancer.
There is not much new in our story, I do not think:
Girl holds Lion’s jaws back and saves the world.
Iphigenia throws herself onto the rocks to save Greece.
Cassandra ends up with Apollo in the end, my Plague.
Names in your rolodex, leonthropic gods. Silver platter
of the lion’s feast, and we are trapped in Death’s
hourglass. Aion, Aion, Aion! Smile upon my suffering.
Aion, Aion, Aion, I am running

out of

time.

Phanes

Oh Great Cosmic Egg! Birth Eternal the Light!

In the Night of Nyx from Black Womb He Rises!

Onyx Eyes, Revolving Axis Mundi, Serpent Beguiling.

Lion Faced Roar! Winged Ears to Hear the Winds!

And Archaic Smile of Phanes Knowing All! Time

is Tranquil and Stars Courses. Ancient Eros, Hail!

Zurvan et Phanes

O, Serpent and Lion!
I invoke Thee!
Inside the shrine called life
By the seven wonders
By myriad mortals
That gone
And are to come
Outside!
Outside desert ov restriction
In act ov rebellion
On the sea ov motion
Stability ov matter
By serenity, strength and beauty
By the mighty chant ov every breath

In serpentine dance ov blood cells
In simplicity ov spells
Divine names, meta-games
I greet Thy presence

Oh Snake! Thou art God!
Coiled underneath my throne
With Thee I reunite
With blood we make this covenant
Myself I redefine
Look in and above:
There is more than the flesh
Look careful and Thou may see
The unextinguished flame
The nectar ov Thy rage
I taste from the cup ov fornication
And woman by my side
And scarlet is her skin
She’s eager to rise
And so eager to please

Another day
Another eternity gone
And on the stairway to salvation
I walk alone among the falling stars
Looking for company
Where art Thou?
Oh, lacerate ones!

Arise! my sweetest friend
Or be forever fallen
We have finally arrived
From prison ov this life
To Kali’s womb
Down to the earth
As angels ov almighty god-
Chaos!
‘Tis our last fall
To touch our mother whore
The harlot ov the saints
That spits on the rotten cross
Incinerate the icon
The symbol ov all loss
To stand straight
At the left hand ov god

Samael! be Thou my ally!
Join me among the bright hosts
Wondering neither way ov light
Nor darkness
Ov which seed
Sprouts dispassionately
In the summer ov my life

-”The Left Hand ov God,” Behemoth

Zurvan and Phanes, one and the same!  Mystery of Mystries, dear Izzi.

Watch out for mirrors like books and clocks like wings.