05/17/2024
No one is truly ready for the mantle that is magic to be placed upon their shoulders. Who could be? This force, this innate essence is beyond our comprehension, yet it is as natural as the air we breath. It is our birthrite, our paintbrush upon the canvas that is the cosmos.
When you stand at the Crossroads and call up that old Devil, As you smear upon your flesh flying ointments and breathd deeply of profane herbs, Do so knowing that you have sang this song and done this dance a thousand times before.
The Crooked Path leads not to an end, but a beginning. You are not becoming, you are remembering.
Delve into the deepest hells.
Soar to the highest heavens.
Remember your power, Walk in your purpose. Unshakable. Indomitable. Terrifying.
