Qliphothic Workings (Kabbalistic Shadow)

By Mariam Gergis (Shayṭānata, شيطانة) 

In chambers draped with crimson cloth,

Where Hebrew letters burn In configurations that reverse

What righteous minds would learn,

The magician traces backward

The paths of the Tree of Life,

Descending through the shadows

Where light becomes the knife

That cuts through all pretension,

All masks of holy pose,

To find what lies beneath

The face that no one knows.

Lilith’s sigil glows In candles black as night,

While incense thick with myrrh

Obscures the chamber’s sight.

This is not evil worship

But psychology made flesh:

The integration of the parts

Where light and shadow mesh.

Each Qliphah explored

Reveals another face

Of what the psyche hides

In its forbidden space.

Samael whispers secrets

Of the rage we dare not feel,

While Gamaliel unveils

What we refuse to heal.

The practitioner emerges

Not possessed but whole,

Having claimed dominion

Over every aspect of the soul.

For the Tree has roots as deep

As its branches reach up high,

And wisdom lives in darkness As surely as in sky.