Throughout folkloric age and human memory, the witch and wizard have resided in liminal spaces - the neutral points in which the serpent’s mouth meets the serpent’s tail.
The witch resides past the boundaries of township, into the unknown forests of Earth. The wizard resides high above the townships in the realms of Air. One positive, one negative; one yang, the other yin. One facing outward from society inwardly to Nature one facing inwardly from society outward to Nature. Both set apart, untouched by normative ethics, normative customs, normative habits.
It was not the people who displaced the witch and the wizard. It was not the rise of the Abrahamic faiths. It is our secret knowledge which separated us from the world of men, which frees us from the dualism between dream and wakefulness.
Our Great Work is quite simply solve et coagula. The Philosopher’s Stone is easily realized. As well as easily lost. The Mercury must be contained, held. How can this be done with that which is Mercurial in nature? It is sitting in meditation with the tension of paradox. Paradox is the form filled by Chaos.
Venus of Brine is born forth, and so must be raptured away. And born forth again. And raptured away. Again and again.
None... and two. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
Which of you is the non-self and which of you is the Self? Which of you will rise to work and which of you will rise to dream?
Finding the others is a fool’s quest. Our goal is to find ourselves through dissolution of ourselves.