
Sunday, June 28, 2009
An Alchemical Sonnet by Santinelli

Monday, June 1, 2009
Excalibur

Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sacrifice
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
On Work and Rest
Thursday, October 30, 2008
On Yes & No

Sunday, October 26, 2008
The Dancer and The Voice
We have talked enough, Woman, You and I, You and I
Why talking when You can dance ?
Why talking when I can sing?
Let My Voice be the magic thread over the abyss
Let Your Foot balance over that magic thread.
My Voice and Your Foot are One
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A Prayer

There is an Appointed Time for Prayer.
This is a Prayer for the Night Of The World,
when dark spirits prowl on the souls of men:
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Qul 'A`ūdhu Birabbi An-Nāsi
Say: I seek refuge with the Lord and Cherisher of Mankind,
Maliki An-Nāsi
The King (or Ruler) of Mankind,
'Ilahi An-Nāsi
The God (for judge) of Mankind,
Min Sharri Al-Waswāsi Al-Khannāsi
From the mischief of the Whisperer (of Evil), who withdraws (after his whisper)
Al-Ladhī Yuwaswisu Fī Şudūri An-Nāsi
(The same) who whispers into the hearts of Mankind,-
Mina Al-Jinnati Wa An-Nāsi
Among Jinns and among men.
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PS Dr. Mistero thanks his Fellow Seeker, Maria, for reminding him of Surah 114 when it was needed.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Dryness

What is dryness? It was said that Earth is cold and dry, Fire dry and hot.
Embrace then Earth and Fire in a single grasp, and you will have dryness.
Dryness is the domain of Seth, it is the Desert.
Water has left the Earth, calcinated by the patient heat.
In the Desert, only the fiery Sun and the Dry Earth.
It is a trial, a silence, a pause.
At the end of forty days of Dryness
a new unspeakable Life
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Humid Earth

Saturday, August 30, 2008
The Right Choice

You disperse the power of your intent, wishing and wishing not, hesitating, indecisive, vacillating, like a giant with clay feet.
Shed light resolutely on the matters at hand, and DECIDE. Use the mighty axe of your will and separate the yes from the no.
Do not fear error: the only real sin lies in hesitation
Friday, August 15, 2008
Breathing Fire

Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Ballad of the Four Queens

Once upon a time,
long long ago,
there was only one Queen
surrounding Her King
from every direction
she had no color,
she had no form
He called Her
My Endless Power
She called Him
My Shining Eye
Love was their Law
Then, much later,
the Queen split in two
like a hatching egg:
two Queens there were
one Black
one Red
at the opposite sides
of the world
two twin sisters
outwardly enemies
inwardly friends
facing two Kings
Much time passed
(or perhaps not )
each Queen
filled to the brim
split in two:
two seeds each
Hearts & Diamonds
Club & Spades
each on one side
of the vast world
eternally revolving
in the magical wheel
like a snake
eating its tail
Four Queens
Four Kings
and no one
in the Center
Then, after aeons
of mad play
the Kings turned
into Knaves
serving their Queens
and the Story began...
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Wheel of Fortune
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Ouroboros

A Snake eating its own tail.
Does he know it?
I think not.
The beginning does not remember
the end,
yet the end is all in the beginning,
and the beginning in the end.
Let the beginning know the end
the end know the beginning.
Let each end be the beginning,
each beginning to be the end.
Kill the gap between the two.
Cut the Ouroboros,
go beyond the insanity of Time,
be free at last.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
The Seed and the Fruit

Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Aqua Regia

A true alchemist must know the function of corrosive waters, particularly Aqua Regia
Aqua Regia dissolves gold, thereby separating it from impurities. Later, one can recover the metal by precipitating the solution.
Do you know how to use Aqua Regia without burning yourself?
Do you know where to find it and how to apply it?
Use the corrosive waters with utmost delicacy, and do not complain if you have burnt your hands:
it will be your own fault.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Gray Wolf

Sometimes I feel like a wolf.
A big, strong, free gray wolf.
Sometimes I am a wolf.
Look at his eyes:
masculine, aren't they?
Yet, they are a bit sad.
And why not being sad?
Sadness is deep and sweet.
To be a gray wolf is this,
to be powerful,
independent,
absolutely free,
yet never afraid
of being sad
and howl
alone
during
the
long,
starry
nights
at
the
distant
moon.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Motorbikes
Sunday, May 11, 2008
When Lead Transpires

Lead is the coarsest amidst the traditional seven metals of Western Alchemy.
Its color is grey, and it conveys la pesanteur, a grey heaviness of the soul.
Its planet Old Saturn, bestower of dark melancholy.
Lead sings its dumb song in a baritone key.
Yet, it is written that thou shalt seek the Spirit of Metals under the Seal Of Saturn.
You will let lead transpire, till its precious sap comes out of its grayish grave.
But how?
Similia similibus solvantur.
Thou shalt meet lead with utmost kindness, wash it with amorous tears, till it sweats drops of love.



