Linda Falorio, 1995
Innocent trust in one's personal path, with humble openness to
divine inspiration is the key to self-validation, self-initiation, and inner strength.
The Shadow Tarot
"Also is the Star of Flame (i.e., the Phallus) exalted, bringing benediction to
Aleister Crowley, Liber CCXXXI
"The 16th Path transmits the influence of the Hierophant and its tunnel is
sentinelled by the demon Uriens who is evoked by vibrating his name in the key of "C'
sharp. The name should be roared or, more properly bellowed. His sigil... shows a
seven-armed figure...a glyph of the Tree of Life. It has relevance to the worlds below
"The ADIMIRON (The Bloody) are the QLIPHOTH attributed to the tunnel of Uriens...[They] swarm across the desolate places of the void leaving the 'rich brown juice' of
annihilation in their wake."
Kenneth Grant, Nightside of Eden
excerpted from . . .
The Shadow Tarot
© Linda Falorio, 1995
The sigil of Uriens is painted on an inverted triangle reaching deep into the bowels of
the Abyss. This entrance to the Tunnel suggests the gaping vulva of the goddess Iyemoja,
Mother of Fish, source of the manifested universe which is borne upon the shoulders of
Atlas/ Oriens/ Uriens. It is girdled with 16 writhing Gorgon serpents, anemone arms,
enticing us within. Here is power of the feminine to turn strong men to stone, here is the
deep, instinctual mesmerizing power of the yoni to exalt the phallus.
Dark and evil enter at the cross-quarters of the compass, at the cross-quarter
celebrations of the year, so that Medieval churches planted gargoyles at the corners of
cathedrals, stone demons peak out kitty-corner from the feet of saints.
In the northwest corner are remnants of the sacred Labyrinth, the senseless twistings
leading nowhere, travails, confusions, convoluted paths of those who dare seek a
Hierophant in this Dark Aeon. These are youths led in sacrifice to be devoured by the
monstrous Minotaur, here are false prophets drugged with mad effluvia of primitive
backbrain instincts, repressed, perverted by overweening solar consciousness.
In the southeast is the Jackal Throne of Samael-Set-Satan, covered with geometrical
designs of the kingdom of Mali, Africa, home of the Dogon tribe, ancient keepers of the
secrets of the extraterrestrial Nephilim, sojourners from the dog-star Sirius. Upon this
throne sits the Elder Lilith, one of the Nephilim, depicted in Ishtar's temple at Asur
wearing goggles, spacesuit, and other strange devices of the star-traveller—a
holographic image of our far-future selves, projected from the past. Accompanied by her
raven familiar, She is mute, implacable. A shaman, wielding the sympathetic magick of the
horned mask of Samael beseeches Her for strength, power, and protection, for Initiation
into mysteries of Horus-Maat. The quest is ill-directed, dangerous, for: "There is no
god where I am."
The need to work with the energies of Uriens may be signaled by encountering in oneself
or others a tendency to depend upon authority for validation, and direction, attendant
upon belief in a Higher Power, belief in an Ultimate Meaning for our earthly existence.
Here too, we may encounter belief in all varieties of divine salvation, from Second
Comings of the Christ, and a benevolent God, to UFOs and extraterrestrials who come upon a
cloud (or in spaceships) to save humanity from their folly with their greater wisdom. Here
too, may be found spiritual pride, arrogance, excessive ego. On the other side, when we
experience run-ins with "the Law," we know we have fallen into the tunnel of Uriens.
The powers of this tunnel are the ability to ground oneself in self-validation. Here is
found inner strength, with the courage to live by one's convictions, even against
"common sense" and one's "better judgment." Here is ability to face unafraid
the awe and naked horror of existence, stripped of childish illusions of divine
protection. Here too, we may experience innocent trust in the rightness of our personal
path, no matter how unfortunate it may seem to the outer world, with humble receptivity to