Harmonic Convergence" of 1989).
Return is marked by re-emergence of the Feminine, redressing the male-female
balance-imbalance, when women actively seek to "Take back the night.@ It is the Goddess associated with
Lafcursiax, who ever is returning from our archaic past, her visage an adumbration of our
far future selves time-warped into a chaotic present. It is She, Inanna-Ishtar, Goddess of
Love, Warrior Goddess who redresses all imbalance with her merciless swift sword.
The spider is that dark emblem of Typhonian mysteries, of the ancient serpent cult of
Obeah, the Ophidian current, symbol of the goddess Maat in her cycle of returning. The
crazy symmetry of the spider's web spans the abyss of in-betweenness into which we might
otherwise backwards fall, crossing from being to non-being, crossing from the known
universe into the Aeon of Maat which is ever spiraling toward us from an unknown future.
Hanging upside down, the Spider Queen of Space spins Her web, creating 256 windows into
other dimensions, transmission towers in the void pulsing extraterrestrial energies that
serve to erode, then mutate human consciousness. It is the dread voice of Hastur, swirling
darkly through the vastness of the universe.
The African Egungun—"bones of the dead"—the embodiment of law and order
is evoked by the pigment used, "ivory black," made from blackened bones.
The need for work with the energies of Lafcursiax is suggested when we find we have
been too rigidly adhering to abstracted notions of linear, patriarchal law, when we
encounter belief in peace without justice, or belief in Divine Right, in hierarchies, and
in the "rightful place" of Woman, in the "virtue" of the status quo.
Here may be found belief in a merciful god, yet fear of knowledge, freedom, joy, and life,
and especially fear of having "too much fun." Any blocking of these manifestations of risen kundalini may result in
The formula of dealing with this vast influx of electromagnetic and bionic energies is
that of "no-balance," of loosening, of letting go of dayside needs for linear balance and
conscious control that are at the root of nausea and vertigo; by relaxing we allow a
natural upward spiraling of our energies.
The powers of this tunnel are operating on the razor's edge of non-control, fearing not
to redress imbalances, fearing not the power of righteous fury. Here is joy of life, and
passionate love, reeling on danger's edge of un-balance between oblivion and bliss; here
is ecstasy, and creative chaos, as glyphed by the eight-armed symbol of the planet Nibiru.