Greetings. I am a Tempestarii and this is my electronic Book of Shadows. Herein lies a collection of Mysteries large and small, honoring Goddess in all Her forms...
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"...Dis-graced he may be, yet is not de-throned,
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"His solitary hours---which seem so empty---are in fact filled with a subtle but continuous interaction with the realm of unseen powers. The plants that he tends in his house garden are not 'just for decoration'; they provide the necessary ingredients for magical potions, like the insect tied up by one leg hanging over his fire and the dried bird's wing, and the lizard skin, thrust into the thatch over his veranda. The songs he sings to himself for hours on end are spells of various kinds; the soft muttering which can be overheard from my veranda when he retires for the night is not the old man talking to himself, as one might surmise, but a ritual invocation of the spirits of his fathers and grandfathers. The cries of birds, the chirps of insects, the sudden appearance of a firefly or a bat in the evening gloom, are all communications from the other world for a 'man of knowledge', imbuing his working consciousness with constant awareness of other realities..." |
 Eidesche RaQuellya Psyfearia | |
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