To take joy in the turning of the Wheel, in the inexorable pattern
of our DNA, in the holy continuity of human generations is of the Essence.
The Shadow Tarot
"Now then the Father of all issued as a mighty Wheel; the
Sphinx, and the dog-headed god, Typhon, were bound on his circumference."
Aleister Crowley, Liber CCXXXI
"The 21st kala is dominated by Jupiter and is refracted into a Tunnel sentinelled
by Kurgasiax whose name should be intoned imperiously in the key of 'A' sharp . . . "
"The sigil of Kurgasiax shows a horned (or crescented) sphere containing an equal
armed cross mounted on a pole terminating in three caudiform appendages. The cross within
the circle is the Mark of Set which denotes the place of the crossing indicated by the
northern pole or axis, i.e., Daath, the Gateway of the Abyss . . . "
"The Lord of the Forces of Life . . . becomes The Lady of the Forces of Death . .
Kenneth Grant, Nightside of Eden
excerpted from . . .
The Shadow Tarot
© Linda Falorio, 1995
The fickle Goddess Fortuna smiles upon us on the dayside Path, yet in the Tunnel of
Kurgasiax we find we are mercilessly bound to inexorable existence by the Three Fates, the
Norns, the Moerae. On the Nightside of the Tree, the implacable Triple Goddess ties the
yet-to-be-born human soul to the end of a carefully measured linen thread, which then she
pays out yearly until comes the time for Her to cut it, thus relinquishing the soul to
It is the Goddess as Linda who binds the human soul to Life with the linen thread, as
Cameira, "catamerizousa," is She who pays it out, while Ialysa, the wailing woman, "ialemistria," is She whose solemn office it is
to cut the thread of Life. But all we may see are these, the hands of Fate, for She is The
Faceless One, The Godless One, existent before time, first former of the ancient
inexorable genetic pattern of our DNA, our primordial inheritance of blood which is the
Spirit of our race.
Arrayed about the central sigil are the imprints of the Fixed Stars of the Persians.
Within these confines there is no illusion that one may induce Lady Luck to smile, that
one can ever be truly master of one's fate. For here is the web of blood and of
inheritance, of blind tradition, of instinctual reactions and needs. Here is neither hope
nor help, but only the inexorable workings of the Goddess Death in Life, seen through the
unalterable influence of Her Fated Stars.
A need for work with the energies of Kurgasiax is suggested when we find ourselves
feeling "special" compared to our fellow humans, believing that we are lucky,
and blessed in the eyes of the gods, hold the optimistic view that one can escape fate and
evade one's karma. This may be coupled with belief in "coincidence," and belief in an orderly,
reasonable, sensible and fair Universe where "good" eventually wins out over
"bad" things never happen to "good" people, where God is in his heaven
and all is right with the world.
Powers of this tunnel are feelings of connectedness with the thread of life as carried
by the human bloodlines, traced back via mitochondrial DNA far into a dim reptilian past
of bright sunlight filtering above the hot and dusty plain. Here is satori of the
revelation of Sangraal: the holy continuity of generations dwelling upon Earth, whose
archetypal patterns of becoming have been created over eons by their action on the psychic
ether. Here is a sense of the mythic that makes everyday life at once awesome, terrifying,
and grand, that makes all life meaningful in that it has no necessary meaning beyond
itself. Here is power to accept Fate, to take joy in the seasons of the year, and the
turning of the Wheel, enjoying freedom to pursue one's path knowing there is no right or
wrong, but only raw necessity, that we are the way we are because we have no other choice,
because it is decreed by culture acting upon the archaic pattern of our DNA.
Yet, "Every man and woman is a star," every act the fiat of a god.