I find it utterly bizarre that total strangers write about your life in a completely fictional manner.
God and I will achieve Supreme Enlightenment at the same moment.
No matter what system the magician chooses, in order to make it work most effectively he or she must first become attuned to that system's particular way of viewing of the universe.
Religion exalts mystery as an unknowable secret that must be sealed in glass like the corpse of an enchanted princess and fearfully worshipped from afar. Initiation, on the other hand, requires direct participation and demands each of us to smash the casket and press mad lips to mystery, wooing her as a lover who will offer up her treasurers in a succession of sweet surrenders. This she will do, but only in exact ratio to our evolving ability and worthiness to receive them.
Make no mistake about it, magick is an art form, and every true magician is an artist.
It's all in your head -- you just have no idea how big your head is.
The gods of one age become the devils of the age to follow. The priests look forward to the age to come and see only the end of the world.
Here's the thing about hair; I think most people think that I have Lego hair, like I can just take it on and off in one piece, and that's not quite the case - although pretty close.
Love has the quality of informing almost everything - even one's work.
To be ambitious of true honor and of the real glory and perfection of our nature is the very principle and incentive of virtue; but to be ambitious of titles, place, ceremonial respects, and civil pageantry, is as vain and little as the things are which we court
I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me