under the pyramids

Mathyld, Paris

Blog : ▲ under the pyramids ▲ dans Création

▴under the pyramids▴ creates Portable Magick. Runes, Talismans & Amulets. Potent pieces & bespoke creations. Each jewel is meticulously hand-crafted by Mathyld in Paris, using ethically sourced, recycled sterling silver. Every piece is unique.

Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. Black Phillip: What dost thou want? Thomasin: What canst thou give? Black Phillip: Wouldst thou... Lire la suite ›

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Summer Solstice

Run laughing towards the serpent’s jaws, where England meets the sea Breathe in the old dreams of the dead that travel on the winds A taste of salt, of love, of things left unsaid, undone A face like sunlight that burns my eyes and my soul That... Lire la suite ›

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One sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich

When a traveller in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean’s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country. The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer... Lire la suite ›

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Monas Hieroglyphica

Although the semicircle of the Moon is placed above the circle of the Sun and would appear to be superior, nevertheless we know that the Sun is ruler and King. We see that the Moon in her shape and her proximity rivals the Sun with her grandeur,... Lire la suite ›

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New Blood X

Another New Blood post to share this month’s new pieces. – Sabbat II & Mini Esbat – I recently added three new pieces to the shop. The Mini Esbat: The above photograph shows a new, miniature and simpler version of the Esbat talisman. The... Lire la suite ›

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My mother was the moon

If I were a spider and my mother was the moon Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon Underneath the water I would live and die too soon If I were a spider and my mother was the moon – King Dude – My mother was the moon – A serie of photos... Lire la suite ›

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New Blood IX

Another New Blood post to share the latest creations. I recently added the earrings versions of the Vördr and Nornir necklaces to the shop. The Nornir earrings : The above photograph shows a very special pair of bespoke Nornir bind-rune earrings I... Lire la suite ›

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Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow […] Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest.– Oscar Wilde – Requiescat – On this Walpurgisnacht, a day that... Lire la suite ›

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Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words – This post features analogue photgraphies by one of my favourite artists, Caroll Noxatra, in which I am dowsing a Fleur de Poussière pendulum within... Lire la suite ›

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À la Lune

The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty, And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales Adds to the puddles some opal-coloured pools – Albert Lozeau – To the Moon – Sharing some... Lire la suite ›

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Pangur Bán

Each of us pursues his trade, I and Pangur my comrade, His whole fancy on the hunt, And mine for learning ardent. – VIIIth century anonymous Irish Monk (translation Frank O’Connor) – Finally introducing a new piece inspired by Ogham Alphabet.... Lire la suite ›

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In Flesh & Blood

The angels sing in a choir of sleep that won’t quiet the Beast within It’s Midnight in the tower of black, it’s 3am and the witches are back again In the castle of the dead you can’t hear a word that’s said Is it all inside my head, is it... Lire la suite ›

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New Blood VIII

▴ The Fleur de Poussière Pendulum (new) This new version of the Fleur de Poussière Pendulum comes with or without its namesake Potion. And this time, for the bead, one can pick between the Rose-Wood and the Black-Lava one. Both can be anointed... Lire la suite ›

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Petroglyphs III

Heiðrún, the goat on the hall that stands, eateth off Læráth’s limbs; the crocks she fills with clearest mead, will that drink not e’er be drained. – Grímnismál – translated by LMH – – Heiðrún & Duraþrór – I listed two... Lire la suite ›

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Petroglyphs II

Harts there are also four, Which from its summits, Arch-necked, gnaw. Dâin and Dvalin, Duneyr and Durathrôr. – Grímnismál 33 – They called me Grimnir, the Masked one, in the Halls of Geirröth, Jalk was I named at Osmund’s, Kjalar once,... Lire la suite ›

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Fleur de Poussière

The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies staggered by the dust of time and the resinous memory of incense long gone.... Lire la suite ›

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Pulvis et umbra sumus

Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 – Some new photographs by Catalan artist, Aryhadnë to celebrate this Solstice. This time, she’s also acting as the model and wears Runic ear-studs with... Lire la suite ›

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Your ever true

Dearest, deeply loved Victoria, According to your wish, and by the urging of my heart to talk to you and open my heart to you, I send these lines […] I need not tell you that since we left, all my thoughts have been with you at Windsor, and that... Lire la suite ›

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She recited curses and spoke magic words

Circe, daughter of the Sun, recited curses and spoke magic words, worshipping unknown gods, with unknown incantations, by which she used to dim the face of the bright moon, and veil her father’s orb, with moisture-loving cloud. – Ovid... Lire la suite ›

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Préludes

This Chopin is an angel. His goodness, his tenderness and his patience sometimes make me anxious; I feel that he is too fine, too exquisite, too perfect to live long in this crude and heavy earthly world. He wrote in Majorca, being sick to death, a... Lire la suite ›

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