"What are you doing
Here, Medusa?" Athena asks
as she opens it, just a crack.
"I am Here for my revenge,
bitch," Medusa proclaims, as
she forces her Way through.
"Okay, well, make it quick,"
Athena asks as she looks
at her watch. A Labyrinth
Priestess asked me to weave
portals for incoming initiates."
Medusa freezes, "How many?"
"Definitely 8," Athena shrugs,
"Maybe 22." Medusa's eyes
go wide, "Athena, are you
crazy? The most you
can make, is 7 in a moon
cycle, you're pushing it."
"Well, I have 4 months, so
I guess I'd better get started,"
Athena grins, distantly.
"I thought you said,
you would never make
a Labyrinth again," Medusa snaps
her fingers in front of Athena's
face. Athena comes back
to her body, "I did say that."
"You should think about it,"
Medusa advises. "My body has
already said yes," Athena deflects.
Medusa crosses her arms,
"Historically speaking, your body
is dis-regulated,
and causes you to do fucked up
shit, like kill innocent
nymphs, and put their heads on
amulets." Athena stares at her,
blankly, "It's too late, Medusa,
the Labyrinths are Here.
They just need to find
their Way into the 3D."
"You do realize, they use
your body and mind, to become
solidified? You are not
separate from them," Medusa pushes,
"Besides, you do not have
your gear, or your laboratory,
with all your instruments.
And even with all of that
you only made 55,
in a year."
"I resent you throwing
only in there," Athena scowls,
"I have a sewing machine,
a good pair of scissors,
and a Goodwill down the street.
That's all I need."
"You could lose your mind,"
Medusa warns. "The seasonal
descent has begun,
if I am going to go in,
it is the perfect
moment," Athena responds.
"You're mad," Medusa gives
up. Athena nods,
"What do you know
about labyrinths, Medusa?"
"Well, the story says, I live
in one, and hunt men down.
Isn't a labyrinth
a maze?" "No," Athena negates,
"That's a mis-
conception. You cannot
get lost, in a meditative
labyrinth, although
sometimes it is dark
and you might feel like it."
"What do you mean?"
"There is one Way
in, and one Way out,"
Athena explains
"What's your point?"
Medusa wonders. Athena sighs,
"This priestess is a marker
of my entrance. I am
almost out, of my Labyrinth."
"See what I mean Athena,"
Medusa's brow furrows,
"You are already speaking
in riddles."
"One of the first labyrinths
I made, I gave to her,
in trade, Here in this metropolis,
before I started
walking further into my own
center-point. I will weave
for these initiates,
finding their Way in
as I find my Way out.
We will play
Leap Frog," Athena proclaims,
with her hands on her hips.
"But you don't have Neptune,
this time." Medusa pulls out
her final card.
"And I did not
have him, when I began,"
Athena cuts,
"You underestimate me,
Medusa. The weave
has always been mine,
not his." "He's going to feel
left out," Medusa says.
"There are other fish in his Sea."
"My concern is the Alchemy,"
Medusa arrives to the root.
"What do you mean?" Athena furrows.
"Athena, honestly,
have you forgotten
already?"
Medusa reads aloud,
to Athena, from Athena’s
Idiot’s Guide to Alchemy…
In the Age of Air, please
know, you play with Fire.
You can figuratively Fire off,
words, images, and symbols,
at will, into the Ethers,
and there is pretty much 0
chance, it will not be
witnessed.
Magick is a corpse, without
a witness, of which you are
always the first. The larger
the witness group, the more
space you will need
to figuratively figure into
your container; the Space
you hold.
When you open up the portal,
to make something sacred
in real time, to a large
group of people, try not
to be an asshole. There is
a price you pay for Alchemy,
which is self transformation.
If you aren't changing
you probably aren't doing it.
If you are changing,
you might be an asshole,
as your turn the soil
of your soul, and the shadow
rises up. My sister
says, after giving birth,
you have trouble remembering
all the pain. Birthing
a sacred object, such as
a child, is like that.
You forget, how you are
challenged to show up, and
hold space for the holy
you have chosen to witness
come alive. Every birth is
different. Some are more
graceful than others. When you
make a sacred object, and
open space, for others
to transform themselves as well,
take that shit seriously.
What is going on out there,
within your container, must
be funneled, through you,
and the object you create.
In my excitement to create
meaningful objects, I always
forget about the birth canal,
and that I might need to give
my ribs, to pass through it.
If you ever decided
to experiment in creating
alchemical objects, please
remember, what you name things
matters. If you open
a Midheaven, for people
to pour in their intentions,
don't be an asshole,
and forget to close the portal,
or you might melt to goo.
Athena thinks for a long
moment, after Medusa
stops reading..
"Good point, Medusa."
"See what I mean?"
Athena grins, "I am
still going in."
Medusa scowls, "Fine,
then I am coming
with you."
"Why do you even care,
Medusa? It is only pain
I have caused you."
"Because if you die,
I want to be
the one who kills you."
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