Under utility light gone sacral, a whitened doorknob blooms with rime. The lock wants more than a key; pressure gathers, and the crossing crosses back. Down that hush-lit corridor, the pane keeps writing what you cannot — an afterglow you carry home. I. Threshold Mechanics First frost writes thin Enochian across
In a shuttered classroom, chalk dust lifts into script; breath learns to write back. A vow traces a lung-sigil; the room teaches the hand. Pressure reverses, protection speaks. Fluorescents tremble; the bell’s afterring hangs — fine, white — behind the ribs. I. THE ROOM THAT REMEMBERS YOUR BREATH You key open
Breath fogs the dusk-lit doorway; colors bruise to plum and coal as the veil thins and ember glows. Lanterns lift, threshold-work stirs, ancestor-footsteps hush the air. Step lightly — carry a small flame — and enter. October #ObscuraWednesday — Monthly Theme Reveal What is #ObscuraWednesday? A living field of occult, esoteric, and arcane
Beneath a knife-moon’s hush, a scriptorium waits — veils shifting, brass glowing faintly, silence bending toward song. A breath withheld, a breath returned, and the page begins to write itself. I. THRESHOLD: THE BREATH THAT WASN’T You must begin where the breath refuses you — there, where the monastery’s
This story traces the first tremors of awakening: a map recovered, a diagram mistaken for picture, and the body’s gradual learning that revelation arrives sparrow-small. I. The Seed of the Gate I came to the Institute of Prospective Devotions not because I believed in the invisible mechanics of conversion
Each Wednesday the stream opens, drawing words, images, and symbols into the living current of #ObscuraWednesday. What gathers here is not fashion but offering, not a trend but a rite where art becomes revelation and attention itself is devotion. September’s #ObscuraWednesday unfolds like a procession of thresholds — from fog-drenched
Between veil and flame, this poem invites you to witness grief transfigured into light — an awakening hidden in the marrow of night. I. Threshold (Inhale) The veil trembles — an opaline skin of unremembered oaths — and I hear the hinge of dusk unfasten. Breath gathers like mercury in a chalice of
What is #ObscuraWednesday? It’s a weekly stream on Bluesky (within #occultsky) where poets, artists, photographers, promptalists, ritual-makers, and storytellers bring work shaped in the half-light — where shadow guides the vision and symbols breathe. Participants and witnesses are equally welcome: post, browse, amplify, and be moved. Last week, #ObscuraWednesday opened
A weekly gathering in the liminal light, where shadowed stars and unseen hands guide the weaving of visions, symbols, and words into a wyrd tapestry. In every artist, seeker, and storyteller there is an inner room — a place where shadow shapes the light and the unseen waits to be revealed.
A ritual is not a moment. It is a current. Integration is how you let the vow keep singing through your bones. ✴ Day One: Still Glowing Prompt: “What does the vow feel like in my body today?” * Sit in silence for 5 minutes. Place your hand over your solar plexus
A Summer Solstice Ritual of Soul-Declared Becoming Beneath the Open Sky For the Longest Day: June 20, 2025 As the sun crowns the year in full flame, we gather the light into our bones and speak aloud what we are becoming. This is not a vow made in shadow, but
A luminous transmission of hidden royalty, sacred amnesia, and the ache that maps the soul’s return to the Kingdom within. This Solance invites the seeker to remember the throne buried beneath their sorrow, and to rise as the child of Light they have always been. Invocation of Light From