In my dreams, Samael and Lucifer have split, like Siamese twins disentegrated into bipolar personalities.
I wonder if it is Lucifer controlling my dreams again!
Lucifer appears in the aether like the Hypostasis of the Archons. He is Eros emerging from wine's first summer on Earth, grapes from the wine blossom forth, and we are the first vintage of God's love ever pressed. He is dancing like my Shiva, I Shakti of his immortal coil, hair like the Ganges and wheel of dharma and karma encircling him in a chakra of fire. Then, settling into starlight hair, aurus skin, eyes like clouds - so blue they appear to lighten, then gray - I have never seen the iris so light gray blue they are Odin's storm clouds, nearly incandescent shadowed light, and he looks at me with cheekbone cliffs and a brow like the haughty angel that never bowed - no, you bow to him
