Copenhagen, Black September 2007
A Letter to Two Scarlet Women: Rose Edith Kelly and Leah Hirsig
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Your message has crossed a hundred-year span of space and time and found me here in the present time. Now I’m writing to you under the influence of a ghostly sensation of receiving words from the past. I write in the hope of fully understanding and deciphering the code I received.
A voice entered my eye as if something known from my inner landscape – like the voice that I had in my ear since I was a child. It’s like seeing through a looking glass, a glimpse of a landscape frozen in time – a ghostly space. A landscape that looks familiar, but distorted; a frozen illusion. Visions like these are probably not unusual after the first initiation to the spiritual.
Now
In the desert
A sound of wailing
touching the double waters
spelling letters of weighty obsessions
a goat is running while I eat this cake of light
it breeds lust and the power of lust in me is growing
In a labyrinth of children I hear Your two voices in a choir
like rotating machines, grinding and transforming the sentences:
`There is a need for blood´ Leah Hirsig1 `They are waiting for you´ Rose Edith Kelly2
To me, the message/code/sign seems to refer to the dead child. A call from another world, a cruel fate that cannot be undone. But first of all the vision: To prevent the murderers [you, me and many] from killing themselves in madness.
I know you said it, and you both had your reasons. I know you tried to communicate with a man, or preferably, a God. Back in your time it was a sign [from another world], and I feel very strongly that it still is. “My mind is going, I can feel it, my mind is going, I am afraid” (again, this is said by many, HAL 9000 Computer and later in a sultry vampire film by Francis Ford Coppola).
Rose and Leah, you shared the same man. You shared the same fate: You both had babies that died and you both had visions predicting it. This knowledge, which I share with you, has now led me to Him, to the Beast itself. Here’s an extract from one of his texts [written during one of his many honoured psychedelic trips]:
“For I, being a woman, lust ever to mate myself with some beast. And this is the salvation of the world, that always I am deceived by some god, and my child is the guardian of the labyrinth that hath two-and seventy paths. Now she is gone. “3
“Now she is gone”, Oh yes… and I ask myself, I fucking ask myself: Why the fuck did you let this happen when the horrible disgusting fate was revealed before It actually happened? How can you walk a path that you know will lead to death? How is it possible?
How it is possible that every irrational thought is put aside, and the visions you feel so strong, as lived realities, are demolished by systematic ideas, simplifying the world, reducing it to nothing?
Like the Sexual-Psychedelic Fairy Tale that begins in the magic room and ends in the dark spot.
I ask, how dare you?
Speak to me!
Your sister
Lea Porsager
The Letter refers to the occult master Aleister Crowley’s Scarlet Women, meaning his wives Rose Edith Kelly and Leah Hirsig.
There are many more women in Crowley´s sexual fairy tale, but these have not occurred in any of Porsager´s visions.
As for the terrible event referred to in this letter, it should be mentioned that there are numerous examples of similar abuse being reported.
A Letter to Two Scarlet Women: Rose Edith Kelly and Leah Hirsig
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