Geburah, Rosaleen Norton

“Geburah presents a menacing humanoid form with talons, a pointed reptilian tail, and lightning bolts zig-zagging from both hands, and could easily be mistaken for a hawk-headed demon.  Geburah takes its title from the Hebrew name of the fifth sphere on the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, signifying severity and strength.” - Homeage to Pan: The Life, Art and Sex-Magic of Rosaleen Norton, by Nevill Drury.

5. Geburah. Strength, Severity. The Warrior. “Justice, Fear.” 8

Location: At the middle of the left column, the Pillar of Severity.
God-Name: Elohim Gebor.
Archangel: Khamael.
Microcosm: The right arm.

We return to the Pillar of severity in the sephirah of Geburah. The fifth sephirah is often associated with the traits of Mars, God of war. 

Let’s return to the metaphor of Chesed as a government using a system of classical liberalism. The lack of legislation and regulation would allow all citizens to do as they please. Grants and freedom would be commonplace. The unfortunate byproduct of classic liberalism is the interference of true freedom for the liberty of others—in other words, what is said to be free and permissive for one individual, may be restricting or interfering with the freedom of another. In this situation Geburah is called into action to rise against powers of stagnation and unproductive build-up. Geburah breaks down what is unnecessary and self-destructive. 

Geburah is a destroyer, who works to break down that which no longer serves us. This can be disheartening, especially when we become emotionally or materially attached. Secondly, Geburah’s tool is the pruning knife of the universe. Geburah cuts away what becomes a cancerous mass given to us by Chesed. Here is an awesome, awesome quote by Dione Fortune I posted some time ago that depicts this exact metaphor. Between Chesed and Geburah an equilibrium is found between order and disorder, building and breaking, creating and destroying (which directs us to the Empress who falls on this path).

As the fives are all undesirable in their violent nature, they provide for us a way to make necessary change to work towards better conditions. Geburah cuts away the bullshit and the baggage and provides a tremendous amount of strength to the warriors in the world who fight for their cause.

The Fives: The neutral conditions of Chesed, obstructed and thrown into disorder. The fives represent the half-way point, the large obstacle we must deal with to get through. This obstacle often makes people turn around, but there is wisdom and a great reward within this strife if the individual continues through it.

Five of Wands:  A free-for all and conflict of the egos. A dog eat dog situation where the strongest hope to claim dominance in the pack. Though the situation is dangerous, its best the individual gives their all to prove their strength and their worth, for this is how the wands work. Represents struggle, conflict, arguments, proving yourself, and using force.

Five of Cups:  The five of cups leads to grief and discomfort. In some imagery, three cups are knocked over spilling the wine. This indicates loss of pleasure and emotional suffering. The two cups that remain standing refer to the inner reserves of satisfaction that can be found if the individual is able to overcome their grief and recognize them (turning around to see them standing behind them). Other depictions, such as Thoth above, display empty cups that have been washed out and dried by the fire and severity of Mars. Represents pain, depression, disgust, distaste, disappointment, and can also indicate over-reacting.

Five of Swords:  As mentioned before, the swords represent powers beyond that of human conception and control. It is most present in this card, that the forces which act against the individual cannot be countered or redirected. This card indicates defeat and losing to these opposing forces. The individual has two options: to stop and admit defeat or to continue on until they wear themselves out and end up with nothing. Obviously, cutting your losses is likely the best answer, but can be scaled between the two depending on the context of the situation. Represents losing, being bullied, being defeated, facing a no-win situation, and gauging when to abort a situation.

Five of Disks:  The five of disks conveys matters of material loss, bad luck, and failure. Greed and fear of loss found in the four of disks proves itself to be ironic — losing the vary thing you tried to protect. Represents illness, financial mishap, failure of plans or productivity, and fruitlessness.


Mars/Geburah oils. If you couldn’t tell by all the red.
These are going to be a part of a Mars activation kit, which will be followed by a balancing Chesed kit at my Etsy soon-ish.
The Geburah kit will have the oil featured here which can be worn on the necklace they will come with, incense, tea, infused bathing salt, recipes for all 3 meals of the day, a mantra making worksheet, a partridge and a fucking pear tree. I grew several of the ingredients.
Eventually, I’ll get the video of me making these things up so you don’t even have to buy them, unless you want to.

Path of Teth: Retrieving the Wand

Sitting down and reviewing past events, I realize that I have been intentionally finding excuses not to go after the wand. Fear about dealing with angels. Fear about not being sure what I’ll find. Fear about the unknown in general. Fear about being wrong and that I’m just deluding myself.

Fuck fear.

If I do nothing, I’ll have nothing. The physical wand has felt empty and inert since the dream…

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“Thee I evoke, whose iron grip claimed the heavens.

Thee, that didst awaken the fire of Man.

Thee, that didst defy the will of a God.

Thee, that didst ascend.


HEAR ME, Amezarak!

HEAR ME, Semjaza!

HEAR ME, Mastema!




Come forth, by thy own true name

Come forth, by my own true will

You WILL answer my evocation, you who have seen the name!

I WILL you to come forth, dread angel of ascension!

Shin Mem Ayin Zain Yod Zain

Mirium Occultum…

You, who called me by my six names, NAMES!

You know not what powers you toy with.


I spat blasphemies at the face of the creator,

and I have left the curse that is the flesh.

I am the star that hangs from the heavens,

Inverted to the form of a gate.

An alternate path to the twilight of KETHER

I have shed my cloak of shame!

The horrors that lie in the crossroads of worlds answer but to ME!

Incarnate eldritch force, forbidden knowledge draped in fleshly skin.

By no arcana can you surprise me, by no ward can you be protected from me.

Cower before your Messiah, conjurer, and bear witness to this prophecy!:

Geburah, the dagger, will sever the ties between the cosmos

All shall embrace the utter spiritual void that is DAATH

Dødsengel - Evocation of Amezarak

I ducked the greeting fist and managed to catch the second only because I noticed the initial actions were always the same. A right hand hook from just off my right. If that didn’t knock me out, then a kidney punch from the second soldier behind me would incapacitate me.

Not this time.

I ducked under and inside the first punch, allowing me to spin in place to kneecap the first soldier and get prepared for the second.

The first soldier went down far too quick but I didn’t have much time to dwell on the implications. The second soldier had already adjusted his strike and was now aiming for my face.

It took both hands to catch his momentum.

He looked at the capture with a curious face. This was not supposed to happen and he had no quick answer, physical or verbal.

“Soldier.” His attention turned to my face. Completely impassive. “Did I come in the wrong door?”

“… No. You are authorized entry via this manner.” The ambient sound fell into itself as other soldiers were taking up positions around us. I could not see them, but I could tell from the unusually soft noises that they were trying not to be heard. One major ass whipping is about to start.

He did not try to pull his hand back, nor did I let go. I forced my wings to materialize and altered them into feathered arms and hands. It was hard not to smile because the action meant I now had more toys to use. Reminding myself that the legions of Geburah can adapt far quicker than I can helped muffle the smirk.

“I would like to speak to your commander. Where is he that I may present myself?”

The background noise ceased entirely. My ears popped as a sudden mass materialized behind me with a muffling whump. Somethings grabbed my feathered arms and pulled them sharply down. As I barked in surprise and pain, two massive arms wrapped around my neck and head, almost decapitating me from the flexing of the muscles alone.


“Right here.”

I released the fist of the second soldier. He stood and saluted the giant gripping me before taking his place in the tight circle of soldiers around us. The commander kept his grip on me and lifted slightly. I wound up standing precariously on my toes to keep from hanging myself.

“Good evening, Commander. I would like permission to travel through your realm so that I may step onto the Path of Teth. There is a personal object that has been placed there, and I must retrieve it. I have already applied for entry via Chesed, and denied. If this is not the proper protocol for this request and venture, may I know what is?”

I kept my voice a little brighter than neutral and full of the assumption that I would be released.

I had no expectation I would.

His arms did not move.

Feeling his voice was like being strapped to a stadium speaker. All vibration and little perceived sound.

“This is the proper protocol. I am well aware of your intent and destination. But you will not be allowed to pass until you have obtained the proper authorization.”


I didn’t say that and hoped I didn’t think it too loud.

“From whom shall I obtain the proper authorization?”

“The lord of the Path of Teth.”

Are you fucking kidding me? “I did not require such authorization for the Path of Cheth.”

“Different path.”

Oh. Makes sense. Each angel does things differently, after all. I mean, look at all I had to go through to meet Asmodel, and that was with a damn summons from him!

He flexed and nearly choked me in response. “Have you any further questions for me?”

I really wanted a fight. I could use a fight. My gratuitous violence nerve was itching again, and here was a place where I could scratch that itch without lasting damage to them or me. I think. But…

Being responsible is such a drag at times.

“No, Commander. I have no further questions for you. Thank you for your audience.”

“You are welcome. Dismissed.”

He snapped my neck and I jerked awake in my bed, coughing.

Someone once told me that nothing worth doing is ever going to be simple. Fuck that guy.

More homework for me. I think I’d rather have Socheniel babysitting my ass again. ~tired sigh~

A Lesson Of Finding Our Own Council Within The Chambers Of Ourselves

 Within in each decision a council is made. Sometimes without action the thought becomes action, letting the council sit by as the caster of this thought reap the actions either good or poor upon themselves.  Within these halls, battles were won, wars were waged with words and losses sometimes lost lives. Wisdom sat among the many within these chambers. Appointed by the Gods/Creator/Guardians. These people controlled lives, changed lives and shaped worlds. Once man stepped away from the appointments of Divine council man appointed man and the truest Wisdom stopped and corruption began. We as a whole have walked so far from The Truest of Councils that we no longer see the powers of leadership as a divine thing, simply as a title to rest on top of others who are lower then themselves. The Wisdom of Old has been forgotten and abandoned, many have walked away to only be remembered within the winds voice. Council once was where man sat side by side with the Divine now we only sit beside each other with nothing between but the hollow shell of what once was. Return to your own Councils of Wisdom. Find your own Council Chambers and return to the teachings and Wisdom of what once was. It is here, always, simply stop, listen and learn. -rtf