No beginning, no end

April 19, 2018

There is no beginning, there is no end,
There is only change.
There is no teacher, there is no student,
There is only remembering.
There is no good, there is no evil,
There is only expression.
There is no union, there is no sharing,
There is only one.
There is no joy, there is no sadness,
There is only love.
There is no greater, there is no lesser,
There is only balance.
There is no stasis, there is no entropy,
There is only motion.
There is no wakefulness, there is no sleep,
There is only being.
There is no limit, there is no chance,
There is only a plan.

Ultimate Journey
Robert A. Monroe

Making Love Oil…

August 18, 2015


Chose a Friday evening with the Moon waxing. Gather a little Orris root, an earthen bowl and a quantity of pure olive oil. If you are female also have to hand a vial of Jasmine oil – or substitute patchouli if you have no Jasmine oil.

Lay a pink cloth on your altar. Light pink candles. Pour the Orris root into the earthen bowl, then add about half a cup of olive oil. Stir with the forefinger of your strong hand seven times clockwise. Now add the essential oil, no less than three drops, no more than seven.

Place the bowl on the altar. Gaze into it and focus, infusing the oil with your desire for love and passionate intimacy. Enchant it by calling out for love, and repeating your strongest, deepest desires over and over. Feel your chant becoming hypnotic in its repetitiveness and intensity.

Pour the oil into a jar and cork it tightly.

Leave the oil in a cool dark place enclosed by the pink altar cloth for 7 days.

The next Friday night uncork the bottle, strain the liquid and store in the same bottle until required.

WARNING. Love oil should only ever be worn by its creator.


May 15, 2015


“Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe. It is as if forces we can lay claim to in no other way, become present to us in sensuous form. The knowledge and use of this magic goes back very far: the rune; the chant; the incantation; the spell; the kenning; sacred words; forbidden words; the naming of the child, the plant, the insect, the ocean, the configuration of stars, the snow, the sensation in the body. The ritual telling of the dream. The physical reality of the human voice; of words gouged or incised in stone or wood, woven in silk or wool, painted on vellum, or traced in sand.”

Adrienne Rich
Power and Danger: Works of a Common Woman