Paris - Dakar

 

There is no way, no way to get to you... And then I look at the Sun square Neptune and I remember, but dear brother Peter Egidius, while go to the left, go to the right, while I do my current affairs, while I advise women, children and servants ... horses and donkeys, I have a little time left to write about Utopia ... And then quite by accident, but you know that nothing is ever accidental, something seemingly insignificant happens, but full of meaning. A young man with a shaved head within an hour in two different parts of the city asks for my help and helps me along the way. Too much to be meaningless. And in the evening, again by chance, I read that his priests ... Eh yes, we'd better start in an orderly manner.

It is claimed that alchemy came to India from China, which is quite possible. Bhogar has been meditating in a cave north of ... for more than 300 years. "Anyone who has seen Nandi knows what alchemy is." Look at Peter Egidius, look oung Hermes - to be three times great means to know alchemy, theurgy and astrology. T know - gnosis, in that sense, soteriologically, so to speak.
Nigredo, albedo and rubedo - three-phase system, always three-phase. Exactly the same as black, white and red guna, the three snakes that create Maya - delusion ... life. Everything is the same, everything is exactly the same. Anyone who has seen Nandi knows what alchemy is. Nandi is Shiva's bull. The same one with the sun disk between the horns. And the Sun makes the sound of Ra. It is not from Egypt, it came from India. Everything, but everything fits.

Read, young Hermes, maybe Blavatski had a better translation, but you will get the Newton's version.

Tis true without lying, certain & most true.


By the way, there is a story that Blavatski materialized the wolf herself. But to prove - what? That she is powerful, that she knows knowledge, what for? You know I stay away from those Victorian hysteria stories, and anyway, the wolf was created without my intervention anyway ... Or maybe I'm wrong?
And I love Newton even when he has an inadequate translation.

Proteus

Proteus is one of the darkest objects in the Solar System. It could not be discovered from Earth because it is practically so close to Neptune that it cannot be seen at all due to the reflected sunlight. It orbits as a satellite at the level of Neptune's equatorial plane. In essence, it is just a rock, irregular in shape, with no geological changes recorded so far...

It was a very ordinary day, May 2007.
I was standing just like that in Vojvode Putnika street, at the station, waiting for that mythical forty-four (waiting for the train that never comes) and here he comes. He turned from Boulevard of peace towards Zvezda. I saw him before he saw me. But ... the moment he saw me he started trumpeting like a fool and ... And, and?

At that moment, behind the tree line, behind my back, a complete wind section came out and started the introductory bars. He and I were frozen as in a movie frame.
There across the road from all the trails of Hyde Park, sprang the choristers, and in front of them walked Danny Klein with the rest of Vaya con Dios. And they sang with all their might - Well, if he’s bold and untrue...

At his car, I believe Đorđe' song was resounding – Kad ljubim glavu gubim, kad ljubim stvarno ljubim, i zato kad te spazim ja besomučno trubim... Fućkam kao klipan, crvenim k’o tulipan... And if it wasn't, it's a shame because... it should.

We look into each other's eyes, and then, and it always happens then - time is deformed, Saturn's diamond time.


That wch is below is like that wch is above & that wch is above is like yt wch is below to do ye miracles of one only thing.

We look at each other for hours... And nothing.

And the choristers sing all the way to that line - tell him to find another.

And finally ...
He continues towards Zvezda, and I'm left standing (...loaded with bags). Anger comes first: Well, why didn't you stop, you moron? In the end, you patrol through my hood more often than the local police unit. You could have just remembered and stopped, and maybe you could have asked me if I needed some help ... And then sadness.

The choristers disperse, the wind instruments are packed, and behind me stands Danny Klein and sings with all of her might, from the bottom of her soul:

She stands tall, high as a mountain,
her heart is deep as the sea.
She’s known hardship and sorrows
that brought her down on her knees...

But only I can hear her.

Lord help her please...
Lord... help her please.
Set me free, please.
Please...

It started when Neptune made an application square with Spirit, not Fortune Hermes, Spirit. (You calculate according to the night formula and there is a mistake, Fortuna is on Regulus for me, which is not comforting anyway.) So, it started with the incoming squar yo Spirit or to the Moon, I don't even remember, and you see... it continued... In fact, I lie. I met him back there in '96, I guess, in the winter. My can of car got stuck in New Belgrade, where I feel like a retard, where I normally carry a compass with my map, but I generally orient myself toward the Sun. However, it was night, the snow was blowing, the can stopped working, my despair froze from the cold, and I just looked in front of me without any idea ... And like in the movie, he just parked next to me, and only briefly asked me to raise the hood.

If you have ever seen what the repairs look like during the Formula 1 races, then it will be completely clear to you for how long he regulated the matter. Along the way, he turned around for a moment, saw me freezing next to him, and offered me to get into his car because the heating was working there. Oh, God forbid, I thought, and sometimes you have to take risks. Young Hermes, one should take risks sometimes.
I missed that chance.

But ... I'm lying to you again, because I met him earlier. In fact, we couldn't even meet, we've always been one. From the same earth and the same sky.

And as all things have been & arose from one by ye mediation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.

However, it doesn't matter.

Coelum philosophorum
 

Then when Neptune touched my Spirit I looked at him as if I saw him for the first time in life. He was standing close, and it was clear to me that he was tired and lonely, and I had no idea ... I just thought I was sorry, because he is a good man. Uh, a good man - what will tear me apart for the next seven years. Neptune threw the ray at me, and I reflected it towards him - I will love you. He looked up, he felt the energy ... And the game began.
If I only knew. And how could I know?

The Sun is its father, the moon its mother,the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth its nourse.
 

No, everything could be both so easy and so simple. But why would it be? Because of someone who saw everything from the side, someone who transmitted information, the truth, one-way. He thinks ... He thinks! Why doesn't he tell me what he thinks, one on one?
He thinks you're too skinny for him, and he's too ugly for you ... And yes, you're not even branded ...

Beg your pardon? ... You don't understand Hermes, I couldn't put myself together at that moment. I was in shock. For the next few days, I really tried to eat to the point of insanity, but to no avail. And then it reached my brain and the poison spilled right into my heart. He is not an ugly man, he is a stupid man. I was able to get those ideas about thinness out of his head very quickly, and to make  realize that my body is the only one adequate for his body. And the same story about those complexes that he is ugly ... But how could I fight that humiliating label that I'm not branded?

Yes, Hermes, I admit, I admit everything. I'm not branded, which is even uglier when ever I do my dirty work (carpentry, painting, around the car, sorry the car can), I wear working trousers for days, those construction worker's uniforms. I don't have a collection of shoes, and I'm always in sneakers, of neutral dirty color, and definitely, of my favorite Chinese brands - Actually, I am branded. I dress in Chinese and farmer's markets, and even when I have more money, I will not give them on cloths that are not the essence. Venus in Scorpio, I love garbage, but look in the 2nd house, I can make the capital out of a garbage. And anyway ... that's what a man who has 3 T-shirts thinks, two of which are all from the time of Marshal Tito's rallies.
And imagine I'm not wearing jewelry? I'm just a peasant. True, in the summer I wear a bracelet around my leg, and sometimes earrings so that my ears do not heal. But, I never something rattling from my direction.

I’m not fat and branded. So, what does he want - Seka Aleksic? What would he look for with one looking like that? What's the point? Maybe you know that Hermes' secret? And I tried, I really did. I imagined him on a raft with a fatty, then a weighed (obligatorily branded) blonde, sitting in the late afternoon for hours (listening to Joksimović, Georgiev as an intellectual variant or whatever) and bleating. They literally bleat. And I can't go on, I'm not able to imagine what they would talk about, if they talked at all. About Delta City? About the new collection in Zara or Mango or wherever the cattle are tempted to spend money? What are such people talking about? And do they talk about anything at all, do they meet before they run to bed, do they feel anything? Do they have an organ to feel it? Do they have that something what is producing right now in me the feeling of...

Nigredo, Hermes, it's nigredo ... And believe me it hurts.

The plain, so ordinary Proteus lured me with that substance "good man", and I, like any turkey, fell into a retort which he masterfully sealed and lit a fire. And then it was over, I tried to crawl along the glass walls, cried to him, begged him, but it was over.

Calcination. The process goes by heating the substance in a retort on an open flame... until it turns to ash. Because... His father is the Sun.

But it didn't end up there... Maybe I would burn for a while and get over it, but you know that the path winds towards the Moon, and towards the most sensitive degree, exactly where Venus emerges from the underworld.
I started seeing him often, and more than I could bear.

The father of all perfection in ye whole world is here.


What confused me was in his look, in his gestures, in his unexpected twists.
Dissolution. Diluting the ashes with water ... His mother is the Moon.

But when I walked away I felt miserable. Poor and miserable. The things that made me happy became insignificant. I was spinning like an idiot in front of expensive shop windows, and not knowing what I was looking at when I had nothing to look for. Poor, Hermes. Humiliating. Like my body, I suddenly began to look at myself. Very carefully, critically ... Horror. Those stretch marks that looked to me like the perfect natural Aboriginal style of tattoo were now disgusting. That scar from appendicitis surgery ... I didn't even dare look at it. That which saved my life as a child was now my shame. Yes, my ribs can be seen from my back, when I stretch a little ... And there are bruises, accidental cuts, alas capillaries ... Oh, unbearable. Terrible.

No no. Everything would be clear to me if the object of my obsession was some male model, local criminal or celebrity singer. But you know how it goes. "She can do it with anyone, but he can only do it with her." I became attached to Hephaestus, and you know what Hephaestus looks like. It's just that something seems to have gone wrong. Mars and Venus in reception. I seem to have been Hephaestus here. Poor and miserable, humiliated Mars ... Force in exile.

Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.


The planet in exile is not weak, it retains all its strength, only it is on the ground where it does not feel good. As a ruler who governs the state but does not know the local language and population. That's a greeting from Villefranche. Yes, Maureen, Jean-Marie Baptist de ... He greeted you personally, Hermes.

Rooster's tail

Like any multiphase system, this one has a fourth - plasma component. When everything is seen so colorful, and in this way or another. And so it was.
I come, say, where we all gather, but along the way I meet a guy on the street who I just know only in passing. And this guy joins me those 100 meters. Of course, he sees us coming together, and then sulks for days. And nothing, nothing to tell me, nothing to ask me ... nothing.
Or, I come in so tired, and, of course, completely insane with work, and horribly dressed normally. And just then a crowd happens, and the man next to me accidentally pushes me, but really just a bit. As I turned to ask him why he had done that, he had already grabbed him by the neck with his hand and carried him two meters away. And I look in shock.

Well, nonsense ... I'm telling a friend about an exhibition, and he's sitting nearby. And just to make it smart, he noticed that those who don't have money go to the art exhibitions. Really? Slap at the moment, I should have done that. And why he listens to the other people's talks if he doesn't care so much.
Uh, nonsense ...

Rooster tail, in all colors. Just a passing phase. A colorful lie. That's why I took refuge. But you know it yourself, you can’t get away as long as the aspect lasts. And there is no free will, as we have long ago established, young brother. It doesn't exists, it's a lie. As above - so below, a principle that excludes free will.

Seperate thou ye earth from ye fire, ye subtile from the gross sweetly wth great indoustry.

And I won't talk about it anymore, a rooster's tail is just a rooster's tail. It was time for...


Albedo
 

It doesn't matter, when Neptune is harassing you, there is no way out. I took refuge, in myself, I couldn't find a better place. But also when Neptune bullies you, you experience what is called the "monastic aspect." And that phase lasted a long time. My days were filled with learning and the child, and learning through the child and only learning. And the strangest thing is that sometimes I wanted solitude so much - and it was nowhere to be found.
To make things even stupider, three perfect guys stood in front of me. Well, if I had imagined them, I wouldn't have been able to create them that way. All three had two college degrees (serious colleges), spoke at least 3 foreign languages ​​perfectly, cultural, beautiful, young, blond, very seriously drilled, carefree as pigeons, dangerous as snakes, quiet, always ready to listen , always in the mood to play with my child. Unbelievable ... all three had names starting with a P. And all three drop from the Atlantic in their eyes.

Remember Hermes? The day when the wave ... The shock wave steals potential energy from the waves in front of and behind ... They were the first line of defense of the city - continent. And the first ones who took off. And the first ones who fell... We were standing in the astronomical tower... when the wave crashed right on the walls. You tried to remove the apparatus and telescopes, and desperately called the base ship up in orbit for the thousandth time. And I watched our best fighters die. Let go of it, Hermes, look - the elements are mixing. Where is the earth now, and where is the sky... and the fire is coming through the wind, in seconds it will break the windows and me, and you and all our useless scientific toys...
And everything was gone, because as it is up, so it is down.

Separation. Isolation of components or dissolution by filtration and decantation of impurities or worthless material.

Worthless material?

I couldn't, my heart was still taken. The most common troll was sitting in it. I saw off my great, beautiful argonauts, and wished them all the best at sea, on the way. There was no point in lying to them. Because I couldn't feel anything but friendship.

And everything was great and wonderful, and everything shone, until the moment when I accidentally bumped into him in some part of the city. And done. I would just stab myself right in and the scorpionic poison was getting stronger each time. No coincidence.
And everything was fun and everything was a game until Ferdid came to the fortress of war ...

But then I became aware that I wasn't the only screaming homunculus locked in a retort there in a remote corner of the lab. He was also packed in the same bottle just there at the other end. He was also "worked" by a master.

For instance, I hold a child in one hand and a bunch of things in the other, and bump the right to him. And he noticed he could pick us up and drive, if we were on his way. It's normal that we're not on his way. We are standing in the center, he is heading to Zemun, and the two of us to Senjak. And you know how we were brought up, when you are a guest in someone's home and they  offer you cake, you have to refuse for the first time with the "thank you, I'm not hungry" no matter how much you would smear the whole tray and lick the pot with the remains of the cream. And then they urge you, so as a housewife will get offended ... Come on, the whole procedure.
-Well, I don't know, if you're going through Kneza Milosa to Gazela, then... (then you'll just cruise half the city, and I'll be impressed that you're leaving your perfect course for me, I'll say something about astrology along the way, grabb your data, and then I'll get you to look at your horoscope to call me on the phone, so we'll meet to tell you everything in person, and then... Well, if you're not able to do something specific, I really don't know what else to try.) Actually, we are not in your way...? (Alas, thank you. I'm not hungry... Now he should offer me at least one more time. But -)
- Good... Nothing then, he turns disappointed, he shrugs and leaves...
(Two very dear... morons.)


Look, Hermes ... This is the third day I've started writing to you, and it all seems to me that I will never finish, and that everything will come together into something bigger, what has been waiting since the time of Scorpio Jupiter ... But I'm moving on, no matter of everything else. I'm on a course from Spica to Sirius. Remember that course, Hermes, because when I leave the ship - it's over, you'll do the navigation yourself.
 

...And that's why I'm telling you, why didn't you seduce her? Why did you give up after just one courteous refusal? Why didn't you show that you were a man's strength? To feel the difference, to understand why males lay eggs on the outside and females on the inside. To see nicely how you have more testosterone than her, for God's sake ... No intellectualization, no vanity, just the instinct. Why didn't you play "Hey babe, you and me... How about it?..." under her window. I know, neighbor's ballistic laurels with hot water and self-guided house plants' pots... But, regardless, I ask the same thing again. Why didn't you show her your Mars? Well, you're not going to fight her with Saturn under your arm, are you?
I waited for him to seduce me first, and then I would seduce him all the time, for the rest of my life... mine. And I will not go beyond that principle, because if a man has no Mars - than what does he have?

Never the less, I had my own little world and the Great Wall of China around it. And inside it... If you only knew... I spent endless hours hanging out with Socrates, and Plato, and Democritus, and Epimenides, and Descartes, and Spinoza, and I don't even remember who else stopped by... Mili and I watched the Tethys geosynclinal rise, the fall of dinosaurs, followed by mammoths, the sea split apart with a single stroke of the rod, and how the coefficient of friction decreases on a smooth surface... I was not alone, the best and wisest were with me, and the most wonderful moments of existence. Those red bugs in the spring, the smell of linden, a flock of dragonflies in the park, river gulls, domesticated ravens... The whole world was mine.

It ascends from ye earth to ye heaven & again it desends to ye earth and receives ye force of things superior & inferior.


I wasn’t that bad at that retort after all. Moreover, it was very nice for me until I saw him. Factor - fog. And how to avoid it?

Conjunction. Recombination of preserved elements after separation into a new substance.

But, in vain...

I took Mili out to sled down there down the hill behind the building, and we had a great time. A bunch of children and crazy parents, what could you wish better. And to see that there were no ideal situations, I felt when a car stopped 20 meters from us. The guy came out, lifted the hood, scratched his head and pulled out his cell phone to call someone. And I knew immediately who would show up. Normally 15 minutes later there he is. And the same picture... Montoya entered the service box, the mechanics are checking, yes - it will be a left spoiler, yes - the left spoiler has been replaced in 17 seconds, Montoya is leaving the box, and we see him returning to the track...
Great, now he knew where I lived. But nothing. If he had a little more brain, he could have surprise himself with pancakes that day, but yes, I only make unbranded pancakes... How can I forget... ever.

You see what a perfect Reichian hook is. I want to, but I can't because... He wants to, but we can't because... And we just fight, each one in their own retort.
(And if I've been alone for so many years, why is he alone if I mean nothing to him?)

But the connection became too strong. There were moments when I would come to my senses only when the speaker would announce that I was watching the eightieth circle of karting in Pittsburgh. (Why am I even watching this?). And just passionately observing how a fly-cheater is made on TV... at three o'clock at night. And then when I woke up one Saturday at 4 o'clock and while I was banging my head against the pillow, I kept watching him packing sticks in his car, and driving 8 km upstream from... It was sad and funny until the moment I heard how he got out of the car in the middle of the highway and walked, somewhere ahead, completely unaware of where he was or what he was doing. It wasn't funny anymore, now it really became dangerous. I somehow had to break that telepathic connection.
But how on earth could I do that when he hanged around every now and then?

Fermentation. Ferment growth in an organic solution.

Time took care of that. Saturn came on the scene in the style of "deus ex machina", and solved the matter.
And bam, it just ran me over... and nothing mattered anymore.

And as it already goes in that Babylonian legend, I entered the underworld to free him, and at each gate I had to take off a piece of clothing or jewelry... 12 gates. At the last one, I gave up my smile, and then Shamash burnt me over my face and hands.
(Oh vanity, a woman is your name...)

Distillation. Boiling and condensation of fermented solution in order to increase purity.

All I have to do is wait for the gods to have mercy and create a being, neither female nor male, neither alive nor dead, to bring me back up to the surface.
And I waited, that's all I had left.


By this means you shall have ye glory of ye whole world & thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.


And I thought it didn't matter, that nothing mattered anymore, until the day I saw him again ... I had to find a way to break free.

Ship's log: We are approaching Sirius. The crew is already exhausted and supplies are running low. I hope we will endure. On the fourth day, this becomes ... I don't know what this becomes.

Rubedo

And if you thought that the 2008 Dakar Rally did not take place, how wrong you are... I started, I was that fool who set out on a journey just when Mars is retrograde, and in opposition to Pluto. Then when no normal person is going anywhere.
But, again I was not alone.

The race officially starts in Lisbon, but a small and selected team begins their journey from Paris. In the T5 Lori Kamaz we have a duke, Paracelsus is on a Yamaha. He has always loved exhibitionism, and he announces dirty tricks. As for the car category, I see Nicolas Flamel, and Perenella Flamel as technical support. Great couple, modest but persistent. My vehicle has already been called the "Victorious Chariot of Antimony" just for fun, but how truthful is that in the end? The team consists of me and the wolf.

Its force is above all force. ffor it vanquishes every subtile thing & penetrates every solid thing.


You know it's "lupus in fabula" all the time. We talked about the wolf - and the wolf is now running through the race.

I was absolutely not interested in what was going on in that retort there anymore. And it is probable that the process went so that the king poured himself up with some fiery liquid until he went unconscious, and then blew in all directions, then left, then right ... My retort, that was my concern. The queen and the wolf. We had to go through the next phase on our own.

Oh mighty Zeus! Listen Hermes, I wrote you an allegorical story. And people will read, and they will give up in half because it seems like bullshit. But some will break through to the end, and some will even understand the symbolism. Because, it is not for whom it is intended - but for whom it is destined.
And while you, young brother, are waiting for Chiron to get tired and go to sleep, to sneak in like a thief and play with his snakes ... Watch out from the left side, Ida, Ida, bro! ... Well, now they're squirming... Alas, Hermes, you're not bored ... at all.
Because everyone has to do their story, and mine goes with the wolf.

And so we headed south, passing by the place wher,e he and I got up a long time ago at the first call of the Pope and Philip and walked to the execution site, so we continued to the passage where we had mistreated horses hundreds of years earlier, and people even more... And all the way down to the port. Eh yes... how could I ever forget the day he broke my shackles while they were shooting at us from all the ships in the area. Then when he stayed to die, because all the codes were in my head. How could I ever forget that Sun and the fortress which I swim towards. Fatigue and strength, just to endure, just not to hit me ...
Now we pass from the land side, while I try not to run down Paracelsus, because he has already started to get on my nerves dangerously well. I pretend it doesn't matter to me, that I don't really care what happens to the king anymore, to him ...

And I know he's on the river. I know everything, Hermes, I'm just lying to myself. When no normal person goes anywhere, he takes the boat out of the winter quarters, and leaves because he doesn't know what is hunting him. My eyes through his and his through mine. He knows I'm traveling.

So was ye world created.


I switch to Key in an instant, and sit on the bench... and watch. No, in fact, it's better for Mili to drive me in a wheelchair while I look around (No, I don't want popcorn. See if anyone sells roasted chestnuts...). Oh, no... A special vehicle from the Anlave Clinic (this!) picks me up and takes me out on a stretcher. (Well, for God's sake, how many times do I have to tell you again that I don't want popcorn...). And he passes by there on the river...

Forget about melodrama. The danger is in the air, and I feel it in every cell of mine. And I have to make fun of myself. I have to because I'm scared.

Coagulation. Sublimation of purified ferment from distillation.

Things got complicated as soon as we switched to the African part of the road. The Duke intentionally, a few times, Hermes, passed so close to Paracelsus that I thought it was the end of him. And I didn't care until he tried to do the same thing with us. The wolf jumped frantically, but fortunately the windows were under bars. It was somewhere near Smara. Only wind and sand, and fatigue, and will. We have to endure.

However, the further we went, the more I felt that it was not my course. I thought I saw something strange in the sky. Two suns? Sol niger? On the other side, something in my head was telling me, that's where you should go. And the wolf began to behave unusually. Either he would go wild, so I had to be careful not to let him damage fuel and water reserves, and not to bite me; or he would lie huddled on the seat all day, with his nose dry and his eyes blank.
I don't have a good course.

It wasn't just like that, I thought for a long time. What else could I do all those miles. There, on the section towards Atar, the decision was made, and our vehicle just turned towards the heart of the Sahara, towards the black sun. For a moment I heard Flamel's panicked voice from the radio station. But just a moment... until I rip out the cables. Wolf and I are returning home.

From this are & do come admirable adaptaions whereof ye means (Or process) is here in this.

I remembered... everything. How could I ever forget? That happened in May. The precession was in Taurus, we were preparing for the transition to Aries. Osiris' Ba is Aries, Hermes. Imagine?... You see that the coincidence does not exist. Every year at that time he would enter at one entrance to the temple, and I will enter at the other. To let the water run, new to be born. To save people from starvation.
There is nothing else in those moments. He and I are alone. Heaven and earth.

And there is no need to stand there. Go there and turn your head.
That's why you're three times great, because you know when to move away because... heaven and earth come together. The Nile should flow over the soil - the Eagle flies over the Taurus while the Sun's disk makes the sound of Ra between its horns.

Hence I am called Hermes Trismegist, having the three parts of ye philosophy of ye whole world.

To tell you the truth, and very honestly, I hate those oriental symbolic stories. If I am already a soil, if I am a passive principle, if I am a yin... then why on earth do I have to work so hard around him. Him, who is active, the yang principle, and in fact just sits there, waiting and dying. Like the Thorn Rose. So what does that look like? Not a pinch of sense, really.

Because, Seth locked Osiris in a chest and let him down the river. And I know, I know exactly, that Osiris is dying at this very hour.

Why did I have to make the snake bite Ra, to force him to tell me his secret name? Why do I have to keep healers and magicians under my protection? Why do I save from scorpion bites? Why was Imseti given to me? Look, Hermes, I protect Imseti, the god of the vessel in which the liver is kept. I turn into a dragon next to the dead Osiris to fly around him, and to bring him back to life. Yes, that dragon, that path - Via Draconis.

Why is everything upside down when Venus and Mars are in reception ?, I wonder with rage as I hitting down the car hood. The triumphal carriage had just dropped its motor soul, and the wolf and I had only left to continue by walking.
But he can't stand on his feet, I'll have to carry him.
And as always, I carry a child in one hand and a weapon in the other.
It's hard for me, but I know we have to endure... because life and death are the two of us... And Nile must flow.
Hold on, Horus, I whisper to him as I step forward. Just a little more... From Spica to Sirius.

We survive on milk and blood.
Because he drinks her milk, and she drinks his blood.

Adfar looks at Morenius suspiciously. Why would a Roman learn a skill? And now when the emperor has announced the persecution of all magicians? I don't know, I'm just one of the maids, and I can't wait for night to fall and to get lost there in the dark streets of Alexandria... And Adfar has no idea that he is getting all the protection from me...

We are going Horus, we are close, I continue to chant while the carriage stops next to us with a cloud of dust and in a moment catches the panicked Persephone. Where she came from now?
The carriage continues for about ten meters and suddenly falls through the ground. Venus enters its underground cycle.
I throw three pomegranate seeds after them and move on. Zeus all mighty! Hermes, didn't I tell you how I hate those symbolic stories? And especially right now when the wolf transforms into a jackal, when I feel how he hurts, when all of his pain is my pain.

And I know. I remembered again. It was that year... He was waiting in the temple, and I was washed in milk seven times, smeared with henna and turquoise, and massaged with oils, I headed for the entrance. His priests followed me, with their heads shaved, precisely following my every step. Because... every step carries a meaning, and as it is up, so it is down. And every step must be calculated in the stars.
But I was the one who made the mistake. My every step was measured with a gold chain welded to the rings on my ankles. And as a rule, only he could, and had to break it.
But I didn't want that.
I stopped in the middle of the path and tore it off myself, to the horror of the priests.
I wanted to come to him as a free woman, but you know there is no freedom.

There is no freedom... I just ruined the cycle.

And for seven years, seven skinny cows, I had to endure my punishment.

Ship's log: Fifth day. We have approached the Sirius system. It was a long time long since Sun separated from Neptune, and it's time for me to wake up. I'm leaving the ship here. I will leave the command and navigation to Hermes...

It happened when the danger subsided. I looked through his eyes again. But this time I wanted to liberate both of us. To break the connection, to drop the chain.
A storm was brewing outside and I started crying.
For the first time in all those years.

That wch I have said of ye operation of ye Sun is accomplished & ended.

And somewhere in the south, water came from the mountain. The herons took off announcing a turnaround. And the river rolled through the desert.
The villagers ran to start marking the plots. The first geodesy. And when they measure the earth, how much more do they need to measure the sky?
And the jackal and I ran among the children, to roll in the mud, to laugh again... To feel the freedom.


And there is no other magic, I'm telling you again, young brother, other than love. And there is no other force, and no other way.
But when you receive it as a gift, pass it on, to increase, to shine on someone else.
Cut that into a slab of green granite.

To be transferred to a new day.
To a new smile.