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| 2013_foam_winter_solstice_ceremony [2013-12-18 13:45] – alkan | 2013_foam_winter_solstice_ceremony [2013-12-18 19:26] – alkan |
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| === Soundtrack: === | === Soundtrack: === |
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| | - Sama Veda |
| - Silence | - Silence |
| - Pärt: Sarah Was Ninety Years Old [25m 30s]\\ | - Pärt: Sarah Was Ninety Years Old [25m 30s]\\ |
| Chymical Indication: Tincture of Tartar | Chymical Indication: Tincture of Tartar |
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| The Space is dimly illuminated with multitudinous waxen candles, flickering in the corners and upon certain protuberances; draped white and red fairy lights swaddle the air, while a hanging garden of silvery green has been arranged. | The Space is dimly illuminated by draped white and red fairy lights swaddling the air, while a hanging garden of silvery green has been arranged. The evening chants of the Sama Veda have been voiced. |
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| The Brazier of Consumption has been set in Luciferic disequilibrium, the Celebrants have assembled in the Singular Circle, from where they proceed to kindle incense of cedar and thyme from the Brazier. | The Brazier of Consumption has been set in Luciferic disequilibrium, the Celebrants have assembled in the Singular Circle, from where they proceed to light multitudinous waxen candles, and set them, flickering, in the corners and upon certain protuberances; two red candles are ignited as an offering to the Twin Red Satyrs; then incense of cedar and thyme is kindled from the Brazier. |
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| Disseminating from the Singular Circle with burning incenses, Celebrants silently fumigate the Space's endlessly recursive corners, in grave manner and with solemn intent. As this Observance proceeds, it may happen that certain more excitable Celebrants begin to vociferously wheeze, or yelp, or emit startling shrieks and whines. They should not be castigated, but gently brought back to the Singular Circle for the next Observance. | Disseminating from the Singular Circle with burning incenses, Celebrants silently fumigate the Space's endlessly recursive corners, in grave manner and with solemn intent. As this Observance proceeds, it may happen that certain more excitable Celebrants begin to vociferously wheeze, or yelp, or emit startling shrieks and whines. They should not be castigated, but gently brought back to the Singular Circle for the next Observance. |
| Silent, ~10 m | Silent, ~10 m |
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| The Demons are but lost facets on the Wheel. We begin to merge and writhe with them. By merging with them, we dissolve their bonds and transmute them. The ecstasy of sundering, the agony of reuniting. We honour the infinite, let ourselves fall and fall into the infinite depths. | The Demons are but misconstrued facets in the cogworks of our minds. We begin to merge and writhe with them. By merging with them, we dissolve their bonds and transmute them. The ecstasy of sundering, the agony of reuniting. We honour the infinite, let ourselves fall and fall into the infinite depths. Butoh. Noh. |
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alkan