THE ALCHEMIST AND HIS "MYSTIC SISTER"

(Quoted from the book:) The adept and his mystic sister: the architects of the Great Work. According to texts and prints, both collaborated closely on the works. In a textless book, consisting mainly of illustrations: in the Mutus Liber or “Mute Book” we can observe them hand in hand, working together to prepare the hermetic compound, heating up the furnace, stirring and watching the pot, operating the bellows to kindle the fire… It could not be in any other way, Blanca, seeing that in those alchemy works, the alchemist and his companion projected the heroic process of an amorous nature in which their souls were immersed. A process that the goal was the restoration of the androgynous Unit they originally integrated. “How good it is for two to inhabit one!”, reads the Aurora Consurgens, one of the most notable medieval alchemy treatises.

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