In Pursuit of Veracity within Magic
Something is elusive, enigmatic. This something ‘is’ magic, of course. In the sense that an idea may mingle with other ideas in the mingling-idea-world. Of course this Idea may exist as its own thing, in
Something is elusive, enigmatic. This something ‘is’ magic, of course. In the sense that an idea may mingle with other ideas in the mingling-idea-world. Of course this Idea may exist as its own thing, in
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.” H. P. Lovecraft, The Nameless City I’m going to go a little imaginative here, cosmically so. I would say
It’s here. It’s there. Bigfoot was sighted a few nights ago. A UFO spun organically through the night sky, which was endless, dark and black.
A man sat on the bus, riding home, reading a book. A demon sits on the bus across the aisle, licking its lips and eyeing his, presumably, tasty morsel…morsels. Legs. Arms, earlobes, all of him.
Scooter who plays music at the Dome, drummer perhaps. Chides with the American Police, policing Police. 711 South St. Number 6. Go there to make change. There is a connection between a cause and an
Now is a moment when the Artist’s tools are not indispensable. These collections are collections of words and ephemera that are substance for the reader, of some sort I imagine. The centralized point and focus
My mind was blown, magic was possible, magic was real. Fast forward 12 years. I have read a number of beautiful treatises on magic. Some titles include: My conclusion is that like a beautiful instrument
There are so few things that excite me anymore. There are certain spells that may be built when considering Blavatasky (The O.G. H.P. IMO, Feck this HGA Business). Blavatasky consults with eternity, or does she?
I have been taking an extensive and collective, an intensive and focused amount of notes on the various phenomena that occurs in the life of myself. I have noticed a great deal of subjective things.
This book involves a spiritual retreat that can only be surmised to appear in one’s life when the work has been completed (or is just beginning?). The copy that I received was from a now