There is No Room Upon My Altar

There is no room upon my altar
for a Christ that gave away his life
for useless intentions

The scapegoat
became the savior
for the people of guilt

Their final cries
echo the release
in hopes
of being forgiven
within deathbed
confessionals

Those born and raised
being spoon fed fear from birth
blindly following
corrupted manipulation
of a Holy word.

The martyrdom of the magician
The sacrifice of a rebel
The holder of gnosis

He

was betrayed

He did not die for my sins
as sin is in the eye
of the beholder

Do what thou wilt!
Shall be the whole of the law

Love is the law
Love under will

My candles burn
and drip with freedom

my incense burns
with personal accountability

My amethyst stones
reflect eternity
strength
and my awareness
of self-realization

Runes of bone
reveal more than fortune
Such is the intent and desire
of the universe

On my alter
I offer truth
Prepare and manifest
Intentions
welcoming
Shangri-la

The Black Star turns
the dark rapture spurns

false gratitude
with secret
mnemonic devices

Meditation
contemplation
isolation
alone
I make my daily offerings

And here
in this moment
I reflect upon a man
a myth
magician and martyr

To die for a Holy cause
dreamt up centuries later
to control masses
At Masses
for power, land, and gold…

This is the lie
believers have fallen for
Heaven of purity
Freewill
Sanctuary
Peace

These are the materials
The secret ingredients
of MagicK
Alchemy
the Craft

My alter is a reflection
an extension of myself

Here
I worship
at my inner temple
Of self
the ark of my covenants
within
my Eye of Horus

Magick is
and has been
eternal

Like the force
of gravity

undefined
by
science

Blessed be
So mote it be
Namaste

~93