Pavel Kuznetsov
THE TURNING OF THE YEAR
BY ZUMA THE SNAKE
Dear Characters
I´m terribly sorry I couldn´t answer to your expectations, at least not to all of them, but I rejoice to bring you some marvelous news. After all ye bunch made a mess of my life (especially yer fuckin´ dame Iris). A beautiful one indeed, but your collage of broken pieces of the mirror of the mind is a little too enormous for me. It took me years to perceive what I had perceived the moment I started to write on the Ostracon - that your story is best not told straight. your story is not straight. Here we are, it´s Ophiana´s Season again and there´s no sight of any Iris´ complete novel, simply because she´s so evasive and she never wants to complete her thoughts. Or her novels. But she gave Blue Nile Rose a notebook, and she´s very much compelled to compile. Things will come together, obscure characters will show in the light. Unfortunately we do need first a complete novel by both Flora and Ophiana, but in the mist strange gods appear, gods of the road and of the sun. The very oldest gods of Egypt. We watch them with blurry eyes, stuck to the piece of carving that´s in our hands.
Right now what really matters is bringing more of the writings of the group, there´s much more to come from Alun Berwyn, Meret Taten, the Crwth, and the great tale of the Woman on the Wind. Our Lady of Amnesia found its form in a short stories book, because whose writer of amnesia can remember where the story stopped? It´s all becoming more fun and games, as is life, guided by a grinnin´ Muse that inspires dreamy lusts and a light guidance. Very light, very slight. Only Lena is capable of a big effort now, so thanks to her we´ll have something to follow. Blue Moon Rose’s Season ended with the final relief for her sorrows, and the way is clear for her healing and bringing us back to the reign of pleasure that is her rightful place.
Now it’s time to assist Ophiana throught the rites of the Blueberry Hill Rose´s Season too, and again. She began writing about the begginnings, and we need only to watch her moves now to find where the great myth starts. The snake is uncoiling. soon we shall have our clearance too. The clairvoyance. And the Ostracon will be no more a place of research, but one of true creation. Ophiana will take care of the termination of another cycle, and we´ll move on. The rites will be completely modified and she will do the old rites for the last time with passionate devotion. And let us not wonder what lies ahead, but with the power of the source of creation, let us know the time we´re at. When the book is finnished we´ll be nostaugical. Of the era of its creation. Praise St. Burroughs and St. Woolf. Magical books are coming back, and so is the Great God Rock. We are living in the golden age of daydreaming. Light a candle for love and for lust again.
THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF THE ENTHRONIZATION OF THE SERPENT
BY BLUE NILE ROSE
It’s a bit annoying when someone goes through a stuck moment without losing creativity. In the last months, the Mastermind - as we call unto Him - had a severe writer’s block caused by the death of three major chapters of his work. This block wasn’t caused by the loss itself, but by very significative discoveries made after this loss, that took him to places never before imagined. He let some light from the Divine Wisdom enter him, he got pregnant from this light, his life was changed again. And we, who are emanations from him, have experienced an enlightening period because of that light, the Light of Sophia. We, the four chosen ones, at least. This very blog began as an excuse to search the mysteries of the divided creative parts of the Mastermind, and with a question: what happens to characters when the writer isn’t writing? We sought for the main characters, and the answer is clear to us now: we continue living, some of us closer to the light, some of us under darknesses only dreamt. But all of us very much alive. And we are now assisting the Mastermind’s journey once again into the pool of light from where he came from, the celebrations of his birth and celestial guidances. We are slowly guiding his hands back to our lives, back to literature, delighted by the Muse that calls him to music. We are forcing him to spray some of that music into our lives. But we do it because we know that ti’s a very importan thing. He needs us now more than ever.
The Enthronization of the Serpent is a ritual of the most important things about the feasts of Springtime and Summer, the sacred fire that summons all enthusiasm of the Hour of Pleasure Rites. It is a sacred rite and the birthday of the Mastermind happens right in the middle of it. During this time of the year, the Mastermind takes very serious measures to ensure the rising flame of divinity to blossom properly. “Sex is the Sail!” Pleasure is the key to these acts of magic performance, being the artistic and sexual pleasures (high magic) and most ordinary ones (low magic) enhanced, such as the performance of memories, learnings and everything dealing with the past. The purpose is to enter a state of permanent orgasm, to create something during this process, to end it with a record of the magical goods of the time. During this period, the only things that matter are those ever-present throughout Zuma’s history, dreamlines, vision-songs. The sacred things. Then we deal with wether it will become music or poetry or novel. These three stances are favoured, thought they are not the only ones.
There is this idea behind the whole period that is: creating a charm out of time, not objects. A talisman made of hormones, memories, ritual acts, repetitions. This leaves little time for the usual inspirations, and our Ostracon suffers from this period, but Zuma is constantly kindling our fire so that we won’t die away. He now walks with us, learns from us, take our wisdom into his heart. His wisdom has made us plunge into a warm liquid light where life swarms and we are discovering the lives of the past women artists, the power of their expressions, the importance of their oblivion. We are also penetrating the world of Egyptian Gnosticism, whose entrancing music has always made our blood dance. We eat up this light and wait to be invoked to act. As the kind of characters we are, it’s not always that we are summonned int the novel. Most of the times it’s for his own life that he calls us. To bring the High Arts into moments lacking of magic that he experiences in the lower world. We do know that he is about to invoke Iris Ophiana to some big sexual rite. The festival of Gala Flora is coming. He is a fanatic. But we also claim him to remember the storylines and bring them together. That in his act of celebration, he shall present us to the world. His world. The colour has changed, we turn from coral red into deep lapis lazuli. As he, we call unto us the power and the light of Sophia, so that he may come back and finnish our novels. May it all come together in the fair month of November!
