The Songs of Volvizia
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The Songs of Volvizia are a collection of intense, ecstatic erotic rhapsodies inspired by, or revealed through, Amg Ada magick. The exact origins of the verses are uncertain but they were composed, most likely, in the mid to late 1960s by an unknown person in the circle of Jane Hurley-Cross who propagated the songs and quoted from them in her classes and workshops. It is certain that Hurley-Cross did not write them herself, but she adopted them as a type of revelation.
Nami Sanders Lohr, who has prepared a definitive version of the songs along with detailed commentary, concluded that they were the product of a type of 'automatic writing' undertaken during 'pathworkings' of lucid dreams with the dreams themselves induced by Amg Ada magick.
In any case, they are clearly the product of a type of erotic vision and have come to be widely used in this magickal path. Although it is not made clear in the verses themselves, the main speaker is assumed to be the dream entity Volvizia who is addressing a dreaming subject.
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Through a series of mishaps the full text of the Songs has not survived. Several pages are missing. But several hundred lines are extant. The verses are intensely erotic, mystical, fragmented, lewd, a celebration of female sexuality, with many allusions to magickal practices typical of the Magica Fraxinus.
All the same, they do not represent a 'Bible' or a 'Sacred Text' in the common sense. The text is fluid. It does not offer "laws" or lessons. It captures a certain spirit. It is used for inspiration, both in its direct form and as material for the composition of 'Bridals' to be used to preface Amg Ada rituals. They are used in other ways by the Priestess (Bride) in Amg Ada - they are an inspiration of an especially feminine energy. They are a poetic testimony to the beauty and depth of this path.
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Some samples:
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Perhaps you have heard my footfall in the forests?
I sing among the alders and the may.
The Chant of Spring!
The Chant of Spring lives within the rocks, the soil.
The murmuring forests of the dark Age.
Distant abandon!
The cry of a broken mare!
You have heard me, yes?
You understood?
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I wear a silk gown.
Tonight the air itself is silken.
A silk gown upon my shoulders.
Do not distract me with another lover.
Fulfill my lusts!
Sooth my heart with true dreams.
Dwell within me, tender, strengths, filled!
I can dissolve around your centre.
I am beyond your humiliation!
Strike thy breast!
Strike it three times!
Listen to the frogs!
They are invocations of frenzy!
Feel the marsh-mud between your toes!
Why are you naked, alone, on strange paths this deep in this wood, breaking down the fennel tops?
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Soon I am thrashing among the shadows.
I am a viper in the forest.
I could devour a kid whole and carry it in my belly.
I could strike in silence.
Hold me, hold me tight.
Lest I slip through your fingers and leave a path of scales for you to bed in.
How long have we been downtrodden
We who sleep and dream of the luscious seconds of existence, the tangled exasperation of thrusting lovers?
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Now I am desperate for your nakedness.
The Earth is pensive.
She waits.
She bears her secret parts beyond our windows.
I tremble should your glance fall upon me.
Listen! Drops of rain!
Listen! Voices among the leaves!
Listen! The belly of the Sky cracks open!
Luminous shadows!
Luminous shadows!
Are these the paths?
Is this the dream you spoke of?
I have kissed the Queen of Night!
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