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Magdalena

"Answers are a danger to your uncertainty."

NYC, United States

last active:: about 1 year ago
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my biography

Glow of the Impossible; Intense, Exalted and Sublime.

Condition of being, generating a Change; Imbued or Illuminated with Eternal Divine Light, Inflamed or Consumed by Eternal Profane Love.

Uncertainty Opens us so that Miracles May Occur.

I Believe in the Transformation of human Consciousness to Divine Consciousness via the Manipulation of the Divine Currents within the Physical, Sexual and Subtle bodies through Erotic Rites.

I Believe in the Sanctity of the Profane.

Darkness awaits the full return of those who have been blinded by Light or seduced by Radiance.

The true temple is not just the sanctuary of the Forever Luminous.

The Darkness I speak of is more than the absence of Light; It is Primordial Fertility, the Womb and Ever-Original Ground of the Shining Holy; It is the Awakened Sleep of God, the undeniable Presence of Virginal Nothingness, Eternally Pregnant with Being.

-From Radical Intimacy (Xanthyros Press, '92)

People like me may be interesting for an occasional passionate encounter, but we’re too prickly for comfort. We’re hot and we’re cold, we’re sharp and we’re dull. One minute we’re sweet, and the next we’re bitter. And when you think we’re here with you, we aren’t. We’re always somewhere else, dreaming something else.

We’re the discontented ones. People try to love us, but we keep getting distracted. People give us presents, hoping to please us, but to us they feel like chains and ropes, tying us. They cook the food and pour the wine, and we go unicorn hunting instead. They yell at us and we don’t hear, and they try to nail us down, and we pull out the nails and run away licking the punctures. They tell us we’re being obstinate, and they send us to bed, and we crawl out the window and go wandering. They lock us in a room and they throw away the key. And we slide out under the door.

-Sideshow by Sheri S. Tepper