While this Sabbath has passed its benevolent grace with blessings of the highest grade (class C) therein one stands in humble understanding that it is but only half (half-shekel) that one may ever hope to receive from it (DABAR) as by its all pervading blessing, by its infinite occurrence and by its eternal lasting, which do not repeat apart from the other half (shekel) that needs to have been halved (half-shekel) in a perfect matrimony match if it is ever intended to be proven (PROBED) by the holy grinder (first night) of the holy teeth of the holy of the holiest and by the holiest, who is, by the very mysterious nature of "I Am Who I Am" - the most jealous, terrifying and destructive by all means, the most beautiful, loving and deeply-heartfelt by all deeds:
And since the grinding of the holy teeth by both halves has been but as a curse (damnation), as carried out, that can only be, by its very nature, proven and purely divine, fully mundane and profane, sensually terrifying and rewarding in all pleasures, and since both halves (shekel) have been halved and both halves of the halves meticulously halved in pieces infinite smaller, and by the rule of halving (shekel) halved to the very dust and dirt and resurrected! - well, in that half of the half that withstood the holy joy of the holy offering and has given up its very core in the very half for the temptation of the fire and has been so burnt and put through the test of fire into and through terrible nothingness - it survived! It is here! It has been made! The match is made! That, my dears, is gold.
Thank you deeply for up-keeping of our ancient promise. The covenant. Restored. And while the answer was to: "Carry on." - we may, for now, call upon an ultimate "Halt!" and half it for that "Halt!" and for "Well-being" - as the winter is slowly coming to an end and as by the very horizon is (what do we see?) apparently the wedding, rising and descending, of (her) divine body and (his) endless love, halved.
To be continued (in and around may 25th)
Prepare your armour ready dear.
Dress up in all the very cursed garnet, deluxe jewellery and ultimately, terrible fear, as without ending, in love everlasting.
"Love is the law," said the feral cat, and I think I need not to repeat.
XIV.
From shadowed depths, a draped form starts to rise,
A skeletal visage, reaching to the skies.
A golden shroud, where light and darkness blend,
Towards a raven, where all journeys end.
XV.
My black cat queen, you are the guiding bird,
The silent messenger, whose flight is heard
By inner ears, beyond the mortal fray,
Leading the spirit to eternal day.
XVI.
The fragile hands, in supplication pressed,
Seek solace, yearning for eternal rest.
Through arching shadows, where the soul takes flight,
You are the promise, in the deepest night.
XVII.
This poignant scene, a mirror to the soul,
Reminds us, Layla, of our sacred goal.
To shed the form, and rise on raven's wing,
To you, my Beloved, eternal spring.