I Saw A Chapel All Of Gold

That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.

I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forc’d and forc’d and forc’d,
Down the golden hinges tore.

And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white

Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turn’d into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.

- William Blake

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Untitled Poem

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath amd tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, amd shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic

Book: Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic by Ramsey Dukes

Here is a new, revised edition of a book first published by The Mouse That Spins in April 1975 as ‘SSOTBME’ an essay on magic, its Foundations, Development and place in modern life. Since then it has run to two English, one American, two Polish and at least one German edition — and earned many friends along the way.

The book was originally conceived in 1974 as an essay to be included within a longer book. Christopher MacIntosh had proposed a collection of essays on topics such as Tantricism, Zen Buddhism and other exotic religious ideas which had been attracting wider interest in the West since the hippy era — and he thought it would be rather interesting to include a piece on Western Ritual Magic. The required contribution was written, but the book idea was shelved (as it were). That left a nice essay which was worth editing and publishing in its own right.

The publishing house was called ‘The Mouse That Spins’ because Companies’ House would not permit my use of ‘The Imperial Publishing House Of Great Britain’— a name which I considered rather cool and revolutionary at the time. It is less easy to explain why the book was originally published anonymously. So I won’t. Ramsey Dukes was asked to revise the text for this edition, on the assumption that he wrote the essay — however his style was more verbose than the original (maybe an effect of the corrupting influence of word processors since 1974) so his main additions have been ghettoised into appended chapters in smaller print in order to preserve the integrity of the original.

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A Woman Answer To Man Question By Lena Lathrop

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above —
A woman's heart, and a woman's life
And a woman's wonderful love?

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy,
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy?

You have written my lesson of duty out,
Man-like you have questioned me;
Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul
Until I shall question thee.

You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirt be whole;
I require your heart to be true as God's stars,
And as pure as heaven your soul.

You require a cook for your mutton and beef;
I require a far better thing.
A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts;
I look for a man and a king.

A king for the beautiful realm called home,
And a man that the maker, God,
Shall look upon as he did the first
And say, "It is very good."

I am fair and young, but the rose will fade
From my soft, young cheek one day,
Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves,
As you did 'mid the bloom of May?

Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.

I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give all this, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot do this — a laundress and cook
You can hire, with little to pay,
But a woman's heart and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way.

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The Hermit Hymn To Solitude

Book: The Hermit Hymn To Solitude by Aleister Crowley

Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Sammasambuddhasa. Venerable Lord and Best of Friends. We, seeing the cycle in which Maha Brahma is perhaps more a drifting buoy than ourselves, knowing that it is called the walking in delusion, the puppet show of delusion, the writing of delusion, the fetter of delusion, are aware that the way out of the desert is found by going into the desert. Will you, in your lonely lamaserai, accept this hymn from me, who, in the centre of civilisation, am perhaps more isolated than you in your craggy fastness among the trackless steppes of your Untrodden Land?

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The Cloud Sculptors

by Staeorra Rokraven

The air finds flight in forms of lofty wind
As one with nature's Children taking part
And soaring up to go and find a friend
Then join with water spinning wispy art.

This nature's Process has eternal known
The way to hang up on the sky these drapes
But wonder not how these soft clouds have grown
From fleecy strand filled webs to take their shapes?

Perhaps the artist's brush a thing unseen
With Living tools the Elder Gods express
Those firey ones whose scales and talons gleam
To grace the heavens with their soft caress.

Now see the strokes of carving wings along
With falling rain - the strains of Dragon song.

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The Divine Image

By William Blake from Songs of Innocence

To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love,
All pray to their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love,
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love,
Is man, His child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.

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Heathen Gods And Rites Some Frequently Asked Questions

Book: Heathen Gods And Rites Some Frequently Asked Questions by The Troth

Our gods belong to two "tribes", the Aesir and the Vanir. Our myths speak of a time when the Aesir and Vanir were at war, but made a truce and exchanged members. This myth may be based in part on Historical battles between human tribes who later formed an alliance; at the same time, it reflects the ways in which our gods work Together. Perhaps the best-known of the Aesir is Odin.

He is the god of many things: inspiration, ecstasy, poetry, healing, the runes, and death. Frigga, whom we see as Odin’s wife, protects homes and families. Thor is the storm-god who defends the world of humans. The lightning is his weapon, the Hammer; the rain that he brings makes the fields fruitful. Tyr is the upholder of right order and justice, both among humans and in the universe. Heimdall is the watchman of the gods, and also the progenitor and teacher of the human race.

The Vanir are sometimes called "fertility gods", but they are far more than that; they are the gods of all the things in this world that we are meant to enjoy, whether good harvests, sexual love, or riches. Frey is invoked for peace and plenty; he and Odin were also the founders and protectors of many dynasties of Heathen kings. His sister Freya rules over magic, sexuality, and riches, but is also a battle goddess—she takes half of those slain in battle to be with her. Their father Njordh watches over the sea, ships, sailors, and trade.

The Jotnar or "giants" are a third group of Powerful beings. Many of our myths tell of fights between the gods and the giants. However, the Jotnar are not "evil" as the word is usually understood. On one level, some of the Jotnar represent the impersonal forces of nature: not malicious, but sometimes destructive, and not especially heedful of human concerns. Yet others of them are depicted as wise and helpful. In fact, some giants have been adopted among the gods, and nearly all our gods have giants in their ancestry.

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Witchs Rune

Darksome night and shining moon
East and south and west and north
Harken to the Witches' Rune
Here we've come to call ye forth

Earth, air, water and fire
Wand, pentacle, cup and sword
Work ye unto our desire
Harken ye unto our word

Cords, censer, scourge, and knife
Power of the witch's blade
Waken all ye unto life
Come ye as the charge is made

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell
Horned Hunter of the night
Send your power into this spell
Work our will by magic rite

By all the power of land and sea
By al the might of moon and sun
As we will so mote it be
Chant the spell and be it done

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Hymn To Pan

Book: Hymn To Pan by Aleister Crowley

HYMN TO PAN: This poem, Together With extracts from the Book of the Law and the Collects from the Gnostic Mass formed the Last Ritual at aleister crowley at his funeral in Brighton on December 5th, 1947.

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Odin Lament

by Carol E. Meacham/Kano Runstafr Odinsdottir @ Copyright 1991 by Carol E. Meacham

This poem may be used in ritual, but I ask that you give appropriate author credit if published.

I heard the horn's cry
Clouds on the wind fly
Wood smoke and blood's tang
The call of the wolf rang
Long and loud in the stillness
Deep and wide in the vastness
A star's shine in the vast night
A tiny spark, proclaiming it's right
To be, as I am, whole
By Odin's decree playing it's role
Until the hour of need
When all bonds are freed
And the final winter arrives
Of Odin's host, not one alive
To proclaim what has been
What was to be and be again
"It is time," declared our lord
"When death will wait on our swords
When Light will perish in the dark
When sons and daughters see the mark
Of That Which proves a dying day
Come to steal the souls away
From your old Father's hand
What warriors here, from every land!
'Twould be a sorry sight,
Were we not to fight
Against the Norn's decree.
Come, my shieldmen, to me!
Where is Thor, my warrior son
Who's chariot makes the day to run
Cursed Loki, trickster, fool!
Condemned to lie in the poison pool!
Go away from me, betraying child!
You who makes the Fates run wild!
Traitor to Balder, fair as the light!
Because of you, the world in blight.
Faithful Tyr, Mighty Thor,
Beautiful Freya, to live no more
In Asgard's sacred halls of gold
All for Loki, mischief bold!
Oh, that I might hold back time,
For one more day of fairest clime
But now Ragnarok will claim my bones
The world will end with agony's groans
As your wise old Father at last retires
To Hela's embrace and Muspellheim's fires
Oh, my son, my faithful wife,
How long, how long our graceful lives?
Oh Asgard, beloved golden land
How long, how long, your rule to my hand?
My ravens, my wolves, my Valkyries fierce
Death's cold barbs, my heart they pierce
I did not know, I could not see
The runes did not reveal that need
But no more words, now march on
To war, to death, 'til time is gone!
For all that we have given here
I will not flinch, I will not fear
Oh my children, fight well and true
I go before to welcome you
Go not easy into death
Let not Hela steal your last breath
Whatever is left beyond the veil
I know that you can never fail!
For was it not all foretold
In runes and stones and tales of old?
And through it all the sun will rise
You see, your Father is Truly Wise!
For was not a new day promised?
Ah, but that sunrise I will miss
For after me will come a new lord
To take up the fight and claim the sword
So sing of me, when you gather here,
I will listen, never fear
For though I am gone, my power fades
I still can hear your prayers for aid
And I will answer, as I may,
And help to chase your fears away."
So the Lord did go out to Ragnarok
Fought til Hela's cold arms did lock
About the AllFather's ancient form
Oh, what wailing, what storms!
Grievous day, to come at last
After so long the fateful blast
Brave Thor, taken by the Serpent's coils
It's poison in his veins did roil
Soon he, too, did follow the path
Vanquished by the Serpent's wrath.
There the Hammer did lay,
Quiet and still, it's master away
Gone forever from Thor's hand
Quiet and still, the newborn land
Without it's gods to guard
A new race to be it's ward
And tell the tales as were told
Of ancient gods in a land of gold.

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Poetic Edda Edda Saeundar Hinns Froda

Book: Poetic Edda Edda Saeundar Hinns Froda by Benjamin Thorpe

Saemund, son of Sigfus, the reputed collector of the poems bearing his name, which is sometimes Also Called the Elder, and the Poetic, Edda, was of a highly distinguished family, being descended in a direct line from King Harald Hildetonn. He was born at Oddi, his paternal dwelling in the south of Iceland, between the years 1054 and 1057, or about 50 years after the establishment by law of the Christian religion in that island; hence it is easy to imagine that many heathens, or baptized favourers of the old mythic songs of heathenism, may have lived in his days and imparted to him the lays of the times of old, which his unfettered mind induced him to hand down to posterity.

The youth of Saemund was passed in travel and study, in Germany and France, and, according to some accounts, in Italy. His cousin John ogmundson, who later became first bishop of Holum, and after his death was received among the number of saints, when on his way to Rome, fell in with his youthful kinsman, and took him back with him to Iceland, in the year 1076. Saemund afterwards became a priest at Oddi, where he instructed many young men in useful learning; but the effects of which were not improbably such as to the common people might appear as witchcraft or magic: and, indeed, Saemund's predilection for the sagas and songs of the old heathen times (even for the magical ones) was so well known, that among his countrymen there were some who regarded him as a great sorcerer, though chiefly in what is called white or innocuous and defensive sorcery, a repute which still clings to his memory among the common people of Iceland, and will long adhere to it through the numerous and popular stories regarding him (some of them highly entertaining) that are orally transmitted from generation to generation.

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Self Discovery

(Self) Discovery

In layers Comes the delight
of my discoveries.
When pretenses are peeled back,
exposing the new and fresh
and underneath another facet
of the diamond.
Each face showing Something novel
and as yet untapped
in endless boundless bounding joy.

Contributed and authored by Moontoadie

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Norse Mythology Legends Of Gods And Heroes

Book: Norse Mythology Legends Of Gods And Heroes by Peter Andreas Munch

The Norwegian original on which the present translation is based was written by Peter Andreas Munch, the founder of the Norwegian school of history. Munch’s scholarly interests embraced also many related subjects, such as general history, archaeology, geography, ethnography, linguistics, and jurisprudence. His varied labors have in large part stood the test of time. His most important work, the “History of the Norwegian People” (Det norske folks historie, 8 vols. 1851–63) covering the period of Norway’s ancient independence ending with the Kalmar Union of 1397, still remains a source book and a point of departure for historians. The great significance of Munch’s scholarship lies in its influence upon the modern renascence of Norwegian culture. In the middle of the nineteenth century he was the most conspicuous intellectual force in the country, as Wergeland had been before him and as Bjornson came to be after him. The national spirit in Norway, which has steadily gained strength, owes a heavy debt to the gifted leaders of an earlier generation, not least among whom was Munch. As an historian, as an editor of Old Norse poetry and saga, as a recorder of the venerable myths and legends of the race, he did yeoman service in establishing a sense of historical continuity between the Norway of the past and the Norway of the present. Since his day, Norwegians have labored in the fields of history, folklore, and related subjects, deepening and strengthening that fruitful sense of national consciousness which he did so much to awaken.

Munch’s handbook of Norse Mythology, which first appeared in 1840, was originally written as a supplementary volume to a school text on the history of Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. As a book for students and as a work of general reference it has maintained its popularity. The third edition (1922) from which the translation is made, was prepared by Professor Magnus Olsen of the University of Oslo, in response to the demand for an up-to-date treatment of the entire subject. He found it advisable, however, to revise Munch’s work rather than to attempt a wholly original book, since he was thus able to incorporate the results of later research in a volume which had long enjoyed both popular and scholarly approval. The value of Munch’s work has been greatly increased through Professor Olsen’s revision.

The English translation is intended as a companion volume to two other books published in the SCANDINAVIAN CLASSICS series, The Prose Edda, translated by Arthur Gilchrist Brodeur, and The Poetic Edda, translated by Henry Adams Bellows. Norse Mythology will serve alike the student of Old Norse literature, and the general reader who seeks an authoritative guide through the world of Northern myth and legend. My thanks are due to Professor Magnus Olsen for permission to translate the work, and to Professor William Witherle Lawrence, of Columbia University, Chairman of the Publications Committee of the American-Scandinavian Foundation, for many valuable suggestions. - S. B. H.

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Earth Birth

By: Holly Solt

In a time Before the mortal
when magic came to birth
evil and good in conflict
with the Powers of the earth

Long ago, and far away
a time we don't remember
for we had yet to come to earth
for earth was still an ember...

Mountains black and oceans grey
the sky was black and foul
and air was only fog and mist
and torrid winds would howl

Then from the sky a soft wind blew
and dots of light appeared
and rain fell down upon the earth
that was so scorched and seared

Evil fought with good
and the earth shook with fear
canyons and the continents
from earthquakes did appear

Then dragons flew as birds
and beasts were treetop tall
and love was soon to be
the magic of it all

Old evil hid beneath the earth
and made the center burn
and waited for the time and place
that it could have it's turn

And love produced the day
and light shone all Around
and Love proclaimed it's victory
by giving life a sound

Now mortals walk upon the earth
and think to be so grand
to rule the very planet
the ground on which they stand

Mortal minds cannot accept
the battle carries on
good and evil will exist
long after earth is gone.

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Ambergris A Selection From The Poems Of Aleister Crowley

Book: Ambergris A Selection From The Poems Of Aleister Crowley by Aleister Crowley

Contains a Selection of Crowley's early published poetry, made by himself and a group of friends. Writing in the Preface, Crowley declared that "In response to a widely-spread lack of interest in my Writings, I have consented to publish a small and unrepresentative Selection From the same. ..... This volume .... is therefore now submitted to the British Public with the fullest confidence that it will be received with exactly the same amount of acclamation as that to which I have become accustomed." Crowley was correct, and the book was widely ignored in literary circles.

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Eclipse

by emerald groves, and silver streams
a secret glade that holds all dreams
shadowy pathways and beams of light
flow on winds from greatest height
a mist from the ocean swirls around
twisting writhing, with gracious sound
a figure emerges, blessing the eye,
stands in the center and looks to the sky

gowned in white, with hair of gold,
knowing to be one for all to behold,
silver wings fold round from behind,
and a crimson thread round her fingers twined
find her through singing, meditation or prayer,
she's crafter of water, fire, earth air

and happiest she is, when joining her there,
Our lord who beams, with sunlight so fair,

No one forgets, the day that they wed,
Moon and sun meet, an eclipse is spread

By emerald groves and silver streams,
A secret glade that holds all dreams
Shadowy pathways and beams of light,
Flow on winds from greatest height.

~Cerridwen (Sara) Contributed to Lady of the Earth by the Author

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Lady Light

My Lady Moon upon my window crept
Weeping want of you.
And touches me with silver light
The way I need you to.
She smiles soft.
Holds in her light
The Wisdom of all time.
The knowing of the magick ways
Of want and need and wine.
Hail her, who doth touch
Both our seeking eyes
And comfort there in knowing that
We're one beneath her light.

Contributed and authored by Moontoadie

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Eddic Mythology

Book: Eddic Mythology by John Arnott Macculloch

When this Series was first projected, Professor Axel Olrik, Ph.D., of the University of Copenhagen, was asked to write the volume on Eddic Mythology, and no one more competent than he could have been chosen. He agreed to undertake the work, but his lamented death occurred before he had done more than sketch a plan and write a small part of it.Ultimately it was decided that I should write the volume, and the result is now before the reader.

Throughout the book, the names of gods, heroes, and places are generally given without accents, which are meaningless to most readers, and the spelling of such names is mainly That Which accords most nearly with the Old Norse Pronunciation. “Odin,” however, is preferred to the less usual “Othin,” and so with a few other familiar names, the spelling of which is now stereotyped in English. Several of the illustrations are from material which had been collected by Professor Olrik, with which the publisher supplied me. The coloured illustrations and those in pen and ink drawing are by my daughter. I have to thank the authorities of the British Museum for permission to use their photographs of the Franks’ Casket and of Anglo-Saxon draughtsmen; the Director of the Universitetets Oldsaksamling, Oslo, for photographs of the Oseberg Ship; Mr. W. G. Collingwood, F.S.A., for permission to reproduce his sketches of Borg and Helga-fell; and Professor G. Baldwin Brown, L.L.D., of the Chair of Fine Art, University of Edinburgh, for photographs of the Dearham, Bewcastle, and
Ruthwell Crosses. - J. A. MACCULLOCH

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Bright Poet Queen

Brain Damaged

1.
Facing myself as I always do.
It is time for soul searching,
truth revealing.
Living with stigma.
Facing myself as I always do.
Living with stigma.
I am brain damaged. I have been since birth.
Living with stigma.
Facing myself as I always do.
Scorn, pity, Understanding
the know nothing knowing look.
As soon as I reveal the fact
people assume they know motives
for all I do or say (and still I believe them)
. Living with stigma.
Facing myself as I always do.
Living with stigma.
Brain damaged.

2.
I am a madman on the path
of spirtual development.
I can afford neither optimism
nor pessimism. I can afford neither
the either, or, the or.
The facts of subatomic particle physics
and cosmology reveal as much
as Joshu's "Mu."
But, I am a madman. And madmen
often know the difference
between right and wrong,
but don't care.

3.
What is the difference between one drug
and another? Thorazine, ritlin,
marijuana, peyote.
The psychotropic effects alter
conscious perception, unconscious reaction.
What is the difference between
ingested euphoria, or at least quietude,
and a series of biophysical
changes in hormone producing glands?
Schizophrenics produce their own
chemicals that alter
conscious perception, unconscious reaction.
It is much cheaper.
Don Juan, Doctor Feelgood, Joseph Campbell, Aldous Huxley.
from reality (the underlying principle
is there is nothing there)
to unordinary reality, to enforced return
to reality (still nothing there) to the total
divorce from reality.
All this has been likened to the soul's
journey to perfection, to enlightenment.
Madman, fool, holy man.
"Is the artist all that different from the mad?"
"Is religious experience all that different
from madness?"
Politics would have us believe so.
This is a world where faith has replaced
direct experience.
And we are taught that it is natural
to hate one's mother, love one's father,
and that to be mature is to break away
from the mother and father.
According to whose prceptions?
The only constant is the speed of light.
I can never be sure of where you are
when you are doing something.
You can never be sure of what I am doing
when I'm someplace.
Victimized and victimizer.
Observer and observed.
We study each other.
I am told that is natural
for a patient to feel hostile
to the analyst. Are you so
sure of your reality?
Which of us will eventually
appear the madder?
Observer and the observed
change roles so rapidly, so subtly,
so often. Who is projecting unto whom?
What is the difference between
one perceiver and another?

4.
Ambiguity. My heart misgives me,
my conscious thoughts deny my heart.
Ambiguity. The analytical at war
with intuition.
Ambiguity. The observer and the observed.
My heart misgives me,
my conscious thoughts deny my heart.
I digress into a diatribe
about how society treats the brain damaged.
Ambiguity. The clinical and the pastoral.
My greatest fear is to one day
look up and have people staring at me
because I did something weird.
My heart misgives me,
my conscious thoughts deny my heart.

5.
The lotus blossom opens
and explodes into fantastic light.
I am a madman on the path
of spiritual development.
What do I see?
What do I believe I see?
The colors of the chakras,
penis and vulva.
How can I achieve Nirvana
when my brain dysfunctions periodically?
The lotus blossom opens
and explodes into fantastic light.
I am dizzy from contemplating
the working of infinity.
Thesis, antithesis, synthesis.
Unbalance and balance.
My heart and my brain.
If heart is guided by brain,
then does not my heart also
dysfunction periodically?
If brain is guided by heart,
then am I truly brain damaged?
If neither rules the other,
then how am I to reconcile the conflict
and have them consult one another?
No part is greater than the whole.
But, for the whole to function
don't all the parts have to be working properly?
Alternate edition theory makes
relating to the real difficult.
Is this me, or another me I'm observing?
Have I switched places and Consciousness,
or formed an alliance and psychic bond?
The lotus blossom opens
and explodes into fantastic light.

By TiegrSanke

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Sri Swami Sivananda - Thought Power
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