Lead Me Not Into Temptation
Friday, September 5, 2008
Note well that in this state of dryness a thousand seductions will lure thee away; also a thousand means of breaking thine oath in spirit without breaking it in letter. Against this thou mayst repeat the words of thine oath aloud again and again until the temptation be overcome.
Also the devil will represent to thee that it were much better for this operation that thou do thus and thus, and seek to affright thee by fears for thy health or thy reason. Or he may send against thee visions worse than madness. (Crowley)
There may be a myriad of reasons why I let my guard down. A myriad of reasons why I allowed myself to fall under such a vexing spell. But only one can I attribute chiefly to my own deliberation.. and that is a weakness I have never quite let go of. A weakness that keeps me attached forevermore at the hip to my dead wife's memory.
She passed right through my soul and left her essence to linger upon my clothes and inside of my mouth, using Bryony de Rose as a conduit with which to reach me. And I am neither the better for it, nor fulfilled in any way.. but wounded as I was the very day she died in my arms.
She left me. She left me standing there, confused and staring into the eyes of a woman.. I am not attracted to. Not in the least. Her trembles against me do not stir a burning desire in my loins. And neither does the taste of her fingers in my mouth cause me to yearn for Bryony with an insatiable passion. For I am above such things. Truly.
Beware, Magus. When your eyes have become blurred with covetousness and unbridled passion, I shall throw you to the hungered maws of wolves, where your desire may come to fruition so ripe that it rots even before you have risen to spill your first drop of lust. And they in turn shall tear you to pieces with their gnashing teeth. Whatever you have done in secret, shall not be witheld in recompense.. but shall revisit you, times three.
I am above such things. Truly. But.. to lay with her one last time. Alexandra.
If only I could cleave to the inside of her belly..
one.. last..
time.
Also the devil will represent to thee that it were much better for this operation that thou do thus and thus, and seek to affright thee by fears for thy health or thy reason. Or he may send against thee visions worse than madness. (Crowley)
There may be a myriad of reasons why I let my guard down. A myriad of reasons why I allowed myself to fall under such a vexing spell. But only one can I attribute chiefly to my own deliberation.. and that is a weakness I have never quite let go of. A weakness that keeps me attached forevermore at the hip to my dead wife's memory.
She passed right through my soul and left her essence to linger upon my clothes and inside of my mouth, using Bryony de Rose as a conduit with which to reach me. And I am neither the better for it, nor fulfilled in any way.. but wounded as I was the very day she died in my arms.
She left me. She left me standing there, confused and staring into the eyes of a woman.. I am not attracted to. Not in the least. Her trembles against me do not stir a burning desire in my loins. And neither does the taste of her fingers in my mouth cause me to yearn for Bryony with an insatiable passion. For I am above such things. Truly.
Beware, Magus. When your eyes have become blurred with covetousness and unbridled passion, I shall throw you to the hungered maws of wolves, where your desire may come to fruition so ripe that it rots even before you have risen to spill your first drop of lust. And they in turn shall tear you to pieces with their gnashing teeth. Whatever you have done in secret, shall not be witheld in recompense.. but shall revisit you, times three.
I am above such things. Truly. But.. to lay with her one last time. Alexandra.
If only I could cleave to the inside of her belly..
one.. last..
time.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
