Welcome to my Magick page...
Here you will find links to Magick based web pages...
A Magickian is someone who can blend the four elements as
well as
his mind, body, and soul, to bend the physical and etheral
words..
Intent is the largest part of magick, you need that to be
able to get any results. What is intent? It's if you
really want to do something or not. If there is doubt
there if you should do it, or if you can do it, whatever
magick you perform may not have the result you were looking
for.
All of these you need in order to perform a good magickal spell/ritual, and to get the results you want from it.Noscere - To Know: Know what it is you want to do, why you are sitting there. It also means to know all you can. Of coarse you can't know everything, no one can, but you can at least try! Question everything, know who you are, what your purpose is. To be a wise person, you have to want to learn, how else are you going to know?
Watch them seeking to placate and understand the world
above.
The dark is everywhere; and though the Sun comes up,
And the things in the darkness
And so there is Magic~
In the Nile Delta the sands whisper
And Magic~
From far Chin and distant Chu, by the waters of the Yellow
River,
When she awakes, he is gone,
She Dreams again:
Nor from Magic~
In the lands of olive and laurel,
At the heart of every mystery,
The Witch-Queen always has three faces, who waits at the
crossroads,
Magic...
~And so there is Magic~
[smeared with ochers, berry dye, charcoal]
Making the great elk move,
Making the mastodon breathe,
Making the hunters race and kill.
This they know:
This they understand:
There is darkness, everywhere, outside.
And though the fires blossom, and are tamed,
The darkness is there.
The darkness is waiting.
That whisper before they feast,
They are to be placated and persuaded,
They are not to be loved and sacrificed to,
They are to be prayed to and distrusted.
Of dog-faced gods,
Azure Scarab beetles,
Tall shadow women
That pad like great lions across the dunes,
Blood and honey dripping from their jaws.
The dragons are walking, discoursing in sage analects,
"Revere spirits, but keep them at a distance",
The Lords of the nine heavens ride chariots of orchids,
Ans the Wu woman dreams of dark bamboo groves,
The Lord of the east comes too loosen her robes of white
rainbow,
She dreams they ride in a fish-scaled chariot.
Flanked by griffins,
And in the sky, paper kites are fluttering...
For a while she loiters, pacing to and froe.
From meeting and parting, none can ever escape.
Where the Gods walk,
We watch a solder piss around his clothes,
Lope away a wolf.
Whispers the twice born boy, who rose from the dead,
Is the grain of my corn, and the wine of my blood.
Drama, vines, and goat-feet follow him into the world.
For your sacrafice,
Waits in the underworld,
In the sacred groves,
In the Moon.
She sits beneath a dead King hanging from a tree
branch,
And will show you all manner of elegant charms.
And here the mighty god was known
So here the serpent lies in pride
Dragon's Isle
Let him who knoweth tell,
With its head to the land, and his huge tail near
The shore of the fair Loch Nell?
In Europe's early morn
And worship knew, on Celtic ground,
With harp abd drum and horn.
Such hoary tales confess,
But rears his mighty head no more
By the shores of fair Loch Ness."
