The Balm of Beauty

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I can hear a whisper, deep beneath the clatter and smash of the overworld. Finally far enough away to be struck in the middle of the quiet forest, in the still of the bright moon, in the shadows and grief that now walk boldly as stewards of evolution.

Every moon has its medicine, panacea for the pain of living and loving against all odds. The Libran lunarium, finally not eclipsing after years of glitch and switch, sings a siren's song from a distant shore. Slipping beneath our hardened skins, shimmering beyond our manic minds, radiating divine faculty and proffering the sweet simple balm of beauty.

For too long the Venusian arts have been derided as shallow and dismissed as fluff by a world gone awry. Nothing could be further from the truth. Beauty is not a weapon nor an arc of control, though women particularly are still held to its blade. Most modern notions of beauty completely miss the point, centred as they are on human perspective and judgement.

Beauty is divine, a sacrament all of its own...

// from The Balm of Beauty up now in the Coven Electric as the bright moon peaks
// Replay of yesterday's Libran Imaginarium downloadable now, rippling with codes and keys
// Readings and Rituals all this week online and en lounge to suit


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025