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Today, for the mass of humanity, science and technology embody ‘miracle, mystery, and authority’. Science promises that the most ancient human fantasies will at last be realized. Sickness and ageing will be abolished; scarcity and poverty will be no more; the species will become immortal. Like Christianity in the past, the modern cult of science lives on the hope of miracles. But to think that science can transform the human lot is to believe in magic. Time retorts to the illusions of humanism with the reality: frail, deranged, undelivered humanity. Even as it enables poverty to be diminished and sickness to be alleviated, science will be used to refine tyranny and perfect the art of war.

John N. Gray
Straw Dogs: Thoughts on Humans and Other Animals

To those who doubt

November 26, 2017

You think witchcraft doesn’t work? Well, fine. Good for you. Let me practice it in peace, is all I ask. It makes me feel good to cast a spell, to focus my energy, and produce a definite action. A spell has an end and I can tell myself: ‘There, it’s done!’

While you hide yourself away behind your wall of “received wisdom”, what you should remember is we are all the Universe – but trying to be individuals!

In January of this year, scientists created metallic hydrogen for the first time in the world. This was previously believed to be impossible. For the first time hydrogen exists in a metallic state on our Earth. In this metallic state it can act as a genuine superconductor and could revolutionize everything from energy storage to rocketry…The “NOT POSSIBLE” of ‘received wisdom’ was wrong. It can be done. It is possible.

So go in peace with your doubts and leave me to get on with my craft.

Risada Do Futuro

In ritualising anything, we simply do not stop when its physical limits are reached, but plod steadily past them bringing NOTHING and SOMETHING closer together with every step. It is a matter of application and training which can be done by anyone with the necessary dedication and ability to continue working past points where less devoted individuals lose interest and give up the effort. The only secret is “stickability” and refusal to be discouraged by seeming failures.

William G. Gray (The Old Sod)
Magical Ritual Methods

Pissed Off Witch…

November 25, 2017

Envoy

November 24, 2017

It is your destiny so to move your wand,
To wake up storms, to run through the heart of storms,
To lay bare a monument like a nest in a thicket,
Though all you wanted was to pluck a few roses.

Czeslaw Milosz

ROMANCE

November 22, 2017

When I was but thirteen or so
I went into a golden land,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
Took me by the hand.

My father died, my brother too,
They passed like fleeting dreams,
I stood where Popocatapetl
In the sunlight gleams.

I dimly heard the master’s voice
And boys far-off at play,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
Had stolen me away.
I walked in a great golden dream
To and fro from school –
Shining Popocatapetl
The dusty streets did rule.

I walked home with a gold dark boy,
And never a word I’d say,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
Had taken my speech away:

I gazed entranced upon his face
Fairer than any flower –
O shining Popocatapetl
It was thy magic hour:

The houses, people, traffic seemed
Thin fading dreams by day,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
They had stolen my soul away!

Walter J Turner

magic things

November 22, 2017

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

make the show work better

November 21, 2017

Candles and crystals and magic wands are, to magic, what the backdrop is to a stage performer. They make the show work better, and they make the performer feel more comfortable…but at the end of the day, a good performer can make you weep with sorrow wearing nothing at all on an empty stage…

Juniper Wildwalk

provide sacrificial tribute

September 16, 2017

12 – 15 th September

My dreams: feverish ramblings through some mythic wilderness. Troubling storms in the night, gales and rain, rain, rain.

We should all bow down to the great sky cock and provide sacrificial tribute. Say, the odd virgin or three – but if they’re too hard to find, what about a couple of goats?

They’re naming these feckin’ storms now. Shitty Kitty would be a good name –

I’m thinking of building an Ark –

Then, abruptly, trapped in this breathless precision of silence. Where’d the wind go? Did some bastard cut the throat of a virgin? Is the storm finally ended? Or have I gone deaf?

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Enough. I’ve had enough of here. Of work, of people. I need a break from it all. So, off to the north coast we do go. A room at the top of a tall building overlooking the sea. Observe at first hand the rage of the ocean as it hammers the rocky coastline.

Oh, wonderful. Our windows full of sky and ocean and we can look across to the coast path, all elbow bends as it climbs towards a truncated horizon. And, amazingly, the rain has stopped!

Food here is out of this world. Excellent. Great choice of wines, too. We spend our time walking on the rocks, or gazing out to sea while seated on wooden bench seats, or making love in our rooms. At night the sea sounds like an express train rolling through the darkness.

Morning walks in the wind, foam flying from the sea. Luminous grey sea, banded emerald green further out. Sun burn on my face, and occasional bouts of ecstasy. Last night loving again, wild, free, in a world of magic, drunk on fleshy bliss –

But all good things come to an end. Time to return to the daily grind…

Crooked Path sorcery

September 9, 2017

As a feature of Crooked Path sorcery, the initiate is perpetually refining poison into nectar, a process sometimes described by its adherents as ‘self-overcoming’.

Daniel Schulke
Veneficium