The Art of Consciously Creating Life.
Therein lies the magic. It is impossible to see, feel, or experience anything in this life, in this world, unless one first believes in it.
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The Magic of Isis and the Alchemy of Mary Magdalene.
Unlike with tantric sources, I have never come across ancient Egyptian sex magic sources which are historically defendable.
Dance Barefoot Around a Fire, and Keep Unleashing Your Special Magic.
Your sorcery is too big to extinguish. It will come through the trunks of poplars, the haze of the morning sky, the halo around the moon.
People Of The Fire {poetry}
Gods, like phantoms, rise up out of the fire,
created and destroyed at the whim of the people.
In Celebration of Peter Pans.
My dating types are Peter Pans. Maybe, to us, self-professed Renaissance women, their appearance in our lives stimulates and tips over our creativity.
The Dull Brown Bird Who Knew. {poetry}
"Be the dull brown bird," they say, "let go of your magic." And so you do. Until one day, you find a feather a little different from the rest.
None Can Know What Gets Lost and Found at the Crossroads.
We do know that to be alive is to age, and aging is inherently a losing proposition to which we must surrender, with grace or not.
The Witch, She Dances.
Told to trust no one, we use fear to keep us safe, but it has only kept us from actually living. It’s time to rage. It’s time to welcome in the witch.
Owning Our Magic: No More Room to Play Small.
We are unlimited creators... This could feel like a massive weight... One more thing to live up to. But, it’s not. Owning this knowing... creates freedom.
The Neon Hermit is Gone.
I hung the neon by mistake under my last faulty assumption: that I should help you find me, and that I should invest in your quest like an angel.