I Am A Pagan

I am a part of the whole of Nature.
The rocks, the animals, the plants, the elements are my relatives.
Other humans are my sisters and brothers, whatever their races, colors, ages, nationalities, creeds, or sexual preferences.
The earth is my Mother and the sky is my Father.
The sun and moon are my Grandparents, and the stars my ancestors.
I am part of this large family of Nature, not the master of it.
I have my own special part to play and I seek to play that part to the best of my ability.
I seek to live in harmony with others in the family of Nature, treating others with respect, not abuse...
I pay attention to the seasons within myself - of beginnings, growth, fruition, harvest, endings, rest, and beginnings again.
Life is a Circle with many cycles...
I acknowledge that the Divine is everywhere in the energy of life.
I am Animistic. I sense the life force in the oak tree on the hill, in the herbs in the garden, in the birds singing at my window, in the boulders on the hill, in myself, and yes, even in "things"such as my car and computer.
I understand that everything has its physical and non-physical aspects. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, not separate, and one is not better than the other.
My worship is one of communion, not groveling.
I share my views with others when I sense it is right, but I do not proselytize - there are many ways, not one way, of spiritual growth.
My holy places are under the open sky ... in the Stone Circle in the oak grove on the top of the mound ... on the Vision Rock on the high cliff ... in the Garden in the fields ... in the Sweat lodge by the stream ... by the clear pool of the Sacred Spring ... in the Rainbow Cave in the valley.
Yet my worship can be anywhere ... my magick circle is portable.
I can call to the four quarters, to the earth and sky, and to the central spirit point wherever I may be.
I journey to the Otherworld in my dreams, my meditations... I fly with my Consciousness through time and space.
I return with insights.
I go between the worlds for healing, growth, and Transformation.
Psychic perception is a natural, not supernatural, part of my daily life.
I attune myself to the Four Elements of Nature - Earth, Air, Fire, Water - and to the fifth element, Spirit, which is the force that connects all.
I see these elements as parts of my self - my physical body is my earth, my intellect my air, my will my fire, my emotions my water, and my inner self is my spirit.
I endeavor to keep myself healthy and in balance in all these parts of Self.
I hear the cries of Mother Earth.
I see the pollution of the air, the soil, and the waters.
I see the games being played by nations with the fire of nuclear weapons.
I see spiritual pollution, too - selfishness, hatred, greed for money and power, despair.
I sense these things, but I sense, too, a cleansing, healing energy manifesting on the planet at this time.
I know that I can help bring the planet into greater balance by seeking balance in my own life.
I know that my attitudes and my way of living can make a difference.
I endeavor to be a channel for healing and balance.

Books in PDF format to read:

Jean Seznec - Survival Of The Pagan Gods
Daniel Haigh - The Anglo Saxon Sagas
Bertrand Russell - Why I Am Not A Christian
Arlo Bates - The Pagans

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Spirituality

"What is `spirituality'? Does it matter much today?
And what is something `sacred'? Is it black and white...or grey?"
These were the queries of a youngster, and gave me pause for thought;
And as I rummaged through my mind, I found the words I sought.
"Spirituality is a relationship 'twixt the Universe and you,
And how you behave will manifest, no matter what you do!

It's a friendship with creation - with stones and plants and trees,
With birds and deer and butterflies...and even bumblebees;
It's knowing that the life you have, is found in them, as well;
It's awareness that creation is found in every realm,
And that all of it is sacred and all of it's divine!
That means it's very special - and will be for all time!

The answers to your questions are both black and white, and grey,
As spirituality and sacredness depends on you...each day!"
I pondered well his queries as he slipped out the door,
And wondered if I'd answered well - or if I should say more...
But looking out the window, I saw him smile at me,
And knew that I'd said plenty, as he reached out and hugged a tree!

-Kalioppe-

Books in PDF format to read:

Raym - Spirit Guide A New Life Guide
Ashe - Journal Of Experimental Spirituality
Richard Weiss - Recipes For Immortality
Aleister Crowley - Ritual Viii
John Nash - Spirituality And Gender

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A Rambling Meditation

This is a rambling meditation
an indoctrination of the inspiration
and the hurricane of thought
that storms through my brain.
This is a directionless path
through the snowbanks
and sand dunes of my mind,
the archipelago of my dreams
and the haphazard scattering
of observations that fill all
the empty spaces.

How do we manufacture such intimacy
from such simplicity?
How do our hands know to fit together?
Do our minds speak
in secret to ensure they lean
the proper direction when we
are blind for a kiss?
Does your laughter fit on music lines
and who composes the melody
of our conversation?
Will the balance ever balance out
or will I be the heavier need
in this see-saw, my feet in the dirt
while yours hover in the sky?
Do you dream of me, do you miss me
when I’m gone? Will the weight
of what we’ve gone through sink your heart
or be the resistance you need
to soar?

These are the thoughts
that swirl through me like drops of blood
in sinks of white.

The silent wonder when the snow falls
and sunlight rides each flake to the earth
and the curiosity as to if you
saw it too.
Why the brush of your foot
against mine at night stops my heart
and why I reach for you through the darkness
of my slumber?
Have you ever loved like this before
or are we rewriting the rules as we go?
How do you know the ways to
calm me and silence the shake
when I lose myself?
How do you bring me home
again?

Is home a place or is home a person
or is home the creation
of one soul out of two?
Are you proud of me like I am
proud of you?
Did you feel the strain of waiting
to meet in this life
and is it our first lap through?
How do you know when it’s tears I need
and when laughter alone will do?
Why do your lips have the power
to move me and make mountains
on my skin?
Why do your ears hold your hair
but still need my fingers
to replace it when it falls?
How do your eyes see me and what,
what am I missing?
The me you see is so much
so much more than the me
I thought I could be.
How did you save me and more than how
why?
Do I save you like you save me
and am I enough when you deserve
so much more?
How can I be the more you’ve earned
because I am capable
of anything.
Do I say thank you
for the love you’ve given,
do I owe you my life?
You can have all I am all I have
without ever asking.

This is a rambling meditation
a silent affirmation
to One second of thought
that transpires in the space between our
lips parting and our eyes
opening again.
That one tiny moment of darkness
before your light finds its way
back in.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

Books in PDF format to read:

Francesca De Grandis - Goddess Initiation
Aleister Crowley - Book 4 Part I Meditation
Alan Wallace - Lucid Dreaming And Meditation

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Magickal Reveries

Magickal Reveries Dedicated to Bill Heidrick
...who opened the door...

I am as the Moon Our Light is ever changing Healing, gathering

copyright, Hugh Read, 1987 Permission is herby given for noncommercial reproduction of this copyrighted work, so long as it is reproduced in full and this notice is included.

As Capricorn begins the year darkly
From the depths of light
As the distant Sun
Begins Her Northward Path

Saturn begins her leaden rainbow dance
Giving form to time
The Gates to Formlessness
Make way for new forms

To emerge out of Saturnian Black
Gates of Formlessness
Are now used by wise souls
Seeking Endlessness

As new forms dance in, wise souls may dance out
To Eternity
To explore timeless states
And spaceless being

Saturn planet of time and timelessness
Space and spacelessness
Of limits and freedom
Is our leaden key

To the golden place of immortality
The Bliss of Saturn
Is sweet, rich bliss, indeed
In dark Capricorn

Agape is subtle wine, holy...pure
While Chubby Eros
Is a belching beer
Good old, sad old lust

Is Thelema will with desire charged
Is Thelema greed
Drunk on yeasty-rich lust
Rapine in her heart

Or is Thelema subtle will, divine
Heaven's Spirit scent
Beyond sight, will or mind
Like good Christian Faith

As Capricorn begins the year darkly
From the depths of light
As the distant Sun
Begins Her Northward Path

Saturn begins her leaden rainbow dance
Giving form to time
The Gates to Formlessness
Make way for new forms

To emerge out of Saturnian Black
Gates of Formlessness
Are now used by wise souls
Seeking Endlessness

As new forms dance in, wise souls may dance out
To Eternity
To explore timeless states
And spaceless being

Saturn planet of time and timelessness
Space and spacelessness
Of limits and freedom
Is our leaden key

To the golden place of immortality
The Bliss of Saturn
Is sweet, rich bliss, indeed
In dark Capricorn

Isis spread your loving wings over me
Enfold me within
Protect me, Mother,
In my loneliness

Isis spread your loving wings over me
Enfold me within
Lead me to earthly love
Lead me to my Self

Isis spread your loving wings over me
Enfold me within
Surround me with lovers
Who heal me with love

Isis spread your loving wings over me
Enfold me within
Allow me loving friends
Who heal me with love

Isis spread your loving wings over me
Enfold me within
Lead me to earthly love
Lead me to my Self

When bright spark was struck at dark equinox
Hard clarity came
As Sun struck Saturn
In His Earthy home

The Astral Year begins in Saturn's house
In chill mystery
The leaden wheel begins
Her twelve month circle

From Earth to Air to Water to Fire
Then again begin
Spinning wheel of magick
Through time and through space

Twelve stations of the Elemental Cross
Break the calender
Wear tattered calender
Like torn beggar's rags

Twelve mundane months slip over Heaven's Year
Solstice to solstice
Tearing the paper year
With ancient power

Now the dark solstice has come and has gone
Year is born anew
New Year's day ahead
Surly overlay

Vying with our more ancient starry year
The New Roman Year
Trys hard to hide the Gods
Nor can it hide them

For their power is born ever anew
Through the twelve stations
And deep in each month
Their Life births Magick

As Virgo dies the dark Crone encroaches
Hard with Grey Power
Harsh-shrivelled with Wisdom
Of a long chaste life

What seems to be ugly, mean grows in strength
Like a walnut shell
Wrinkled shell, wrinkled nut
Wrinkled wise, old brain

Cruel Death mercifully releases Beauty
Libra roses rise
Gentle Autumn breezes
Pink, red, soft petals

From peak to craggy peak the Horn'd One leaps
Fire in his eyes
Hard shouldered...white-hot chest
Antlered man on high

Blue lightening flashes from his bright-hot thighs
Swift knees crash through trees
In the ancient forest
Of my ancient mind

From those depths my ancient powers rise
Fire in my eyes
Soft heart hardens. Wisdom
Surges in my thighs

Knees and ankles loosen, muscles tighten
I am the Horn'd One!
I am He! I am Free!
Ancient One in me!

Affirmation: I am Pan! I am Cernunnos! I am the Horn'd One.
I am Shiva! I am He! I am Atman! I am Free!

Is Peace possible on Battlefield Earth
No. Not now, Kali
Your Yuga demands War
War is our teacher

Only through War can we learn to escape
Your prison of Time
The only Peace there is
Is hidden within

Each individual heart. Turn within
Make that your War
Exploit the Battlefield
By turning away

That is War enough in Kali's prison
Of Time and of Space
Learn to reverse the Field
And find your own Peace
WHEN SATURN RULED AQUARIUS

The Kiss of Saturn is hot, black, fierce, deep
A hint of Wild Ass
In her blue-black hair
Breasts soft as black Lead

Moulten hips steaming with empowerment
Belly bold with Lust
That heals...and heals...and heals
Uranus! She cries.

"Wild Ass!" I reply. "I am set on you!"
My Wild Ass prances
"For I am Set, my Nepthys
My sweet Wild Ass

I come to claim your dark powers tonight
In Binah tonight
For we are in Binah
Deep set in Binah

Saturn am I! Shivah am I! I AM!
I am Atman! THAT!
I claim you Dark Nepthys
THAT we may be ONE!"

In Atman hide the Secrets of Maya
Terrible Maya
(When we are in Her Claws)
Is kind in Atman

There is a reversal in Atman
Of subtle beauty
Maya becomes God's Will
And I am as God

In Atman. I am as God, Will Supreme
Soft as a Feather
Strong, gentle, wise and firm,
Free! I am Atman!

I am Atman. I am Free. I am He.
In Atman, I AM
As God in Atman.
Free! I am Atman!
SCARABEUS

Golden Fire in my Heart, Immortal!
Dark Sacred Beetle
Flaming in my breast!
Immortality

Hidden in the dung of my existence!
That filthy dung
I roll across my Sky
For all to distain

Hides The Stone of the Wise from prying eyes
And the Mid-night Sun
Hidden by dung-like Earth
Yet lighting the Moon

Hides behind my life lighting up my Soul
As I roll my dung
Making Soul immortal
As I roll my Stone

I met Minerva just now near her tree
Resting from battle
Her helmet on her knee
Hair tumbled on breasts

Parted by brass, surrounded by steel plate
Dark nipples glistened
With dew-like sweat of war
Pale arms quivering

Eager for battle's harsh life-death embrace
Yes! She said to me.
Hell yes! she said. Get laid!
Enter the battle.

My Virgins serve me well, my son! Get laid!
Let your juices flow!
(She spit an olive pit)
Get in there and fight!

She gathered her pale skirts around her hips
Stood, covering strong thighs
Took her shield, sword, helmet
With war shriek was gone
LOVE IS THE LAW

Do what thou wilt is the Whole of the Law
The time of The Will
Bursts forth Now, in the Spring
Implacable bud!

Let your Love burst forth and blossom freely
Thunder of roses
Unfettered by harsh will
Love willed to be Free

To soar with on Her Wings into New Heavens
Over pure New Earths
Love is Will purified
Love is Her own Law!

Sun is born again in primitive Light
With Arian Force
In the Spring House of Mars
New Life Exploding

From cold Winter's Icy dark Womb
Gives force to our Wills
Time of re-SOL-ution
We are born again

Juices of Spring wash us from Winter Womb
As Spring buds push out
We drop from Her belly
Like damp, new born colts

This is the time to re-SOL-ve our new lives
With Nature's Forces
Supporting and healing
As Old Winter dies

Books in PDF format to read:

Carroll Runyon - Magick And Hypnosis
Marcus Bottomley - Nine Proven Magical Rites
Kelly Link - Magic For Beginners
Samael Aun Weor - Magic Runes
Kenneth Grant - Magical Revival

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Hymn To Artemis

by FRATER U.'.D.'.

Artemis, my sibyl sibling
huntress of the earthy skies,
wayfaress in silver rippling -
in your hands my power lies ...lies my dream and all my making
muted might in liquid pose,
lies my giving and my taking,
caressing friends and smiting foes
in your light and metal sheen,
waxing, waning, touched, unseen,
ever-moving curv‚d bow
ever-whirring arrow's flow
to the core of mine own heart
hitting mark, a gentle dart
strikes my body, strikes my soul,
fondles part and fondles whole
towards my ever-pulsing spell:
give me heaven, give me hell
take from me what makes me sink
with your sleight of hand and wink -

Goddess of the nightly sweep,
through the starlit mires seep,
never solemn, yet possessed,
by your mastery expressed,

all your vision's harvest keeps ...
all your vision's harvest keeps ...

Also try this free pdf e-books:

Benjamin Rowe - Xxxi Hymns To The Star Goddess
Aleister Crowley - Hymn To Pan

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Exegesis On The Wiccan Rede

Book: Exegesis On The Wiccan Rede by Judy Harrow

All religions began with somebody's sudden flashing insight, enlightenment, a shining vision. Some mystic found the way and the words to share the vision, and, sharing it, attracted followers. The followers may repeat those precise and poetic words about the vision
until they congeal into set phrases, fused language, repeated by rote and without understanding. Cliches begin as great wisdom - that's why they spread so fast - and end as ritual phrases, heard but not understood. Living spirituality so easily hardens to boring religious routine, maintained through guilt and fear, or habit and social opportunism - any reason but joy.

We come to the Craft with a first generation's joy of discovery, and a first generation's memory of bored hours of routine worship in our childhood. Because we have known the difference, it is our particular challenge to find or make ways to keep the Craft a living,
real experience for our grandchildren and for the students of our students.

I think the best of these safeguards is already built into the Craft as we know it, put there by our own good teachers. On our Path, the mystic experience itself is shared, not just the fruits of mysticism. We give all our students the techniques, and the
protective/supportive environment that enable almost every one of them to Draw the Moon and/or Invoke the God. This is an incredibly radical change from older religions, even older Pagan religions, in which the only permissible source of inspiration has been to endlessly
reinterpret and reapply the vision of the Founder (the Bible, the Book of the Law, the Koran, ... ). The practice of Drawing the Moon is the brilliant crown of the Craft.

Download Judy Harrow's eBook: Exegesis On The Wiccan Rede

Also try this free pdf e-books:

Howard Phillips Lovecraft - The Beast In The Cave
Judy Harrow - Exegesis On The Wiccan Rede

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Sleepy The Winter

By Ame Strix

Sleepy, the Winter
crawls out of his lair
Dead leaves and frost-bites
snared tight in his hair.

Yawning in gales
naked trees bow
Gray rain pelts down,
from light-hoarding clouds.

Sleepy, the Winter
surveys his domain
snapping off twigs
with the snow that he's made.

Frosty eyes roaming wild
exposing vulnerable skin
Pinching nerves with bitterness
Scraping raw, slicing in.

Sleepy, the Winter
dances out in the cold
Blizzardly brave
glacially bold.

Laughing in blasts
creatures shiver and moan
Icy knives from his fingers
cut deep into bone.

Sleepy, the Winter
calls darkness a friend
puts mortals to sleep
so his fun can begin.

Books in PDF format to read:

Margaret Alice Murray - The God Of The Witches
Aleister Crowley - The Winged Beetle
Alfred Elton Van Vogt - The Witch
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa - Beyond The Tenth
Leo Ruickbie - The Winter Sabbat

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Be A Goddess

Book: Be A Goddess by Franceska De Grandis

Are you looking for the spell to find inner wisdom – or perhaps just a new car? Are you seeking the magic formula to turn around a run of bad luck or put romance in your life? Let Celtic Shaman Francesca De Grandis be your guide through this highly entertaining workbook of unique rites and incantations. De Grandis, a living example of the passion, sensuality, and unique individuality celebrated by the Celtic faerie tradition, believes that everyone can use a little magic in their lives. Be a Goddess! is a remarkable down-to-earth introduction to the mysticism, techniques, and integrity of this ancient religion. Humerous and illuminating, Be a Goddess! is organized into fifteen practical lessons that will lead you through the rites of the shamanic journey. De Grandis reveals Celtic rituals and spells for building your self-confidence, bringing health and wealth into your life, and expressing your own brand of bewitching sexuality. Indulge yourself and learn how to find the goddess within you.

I have been a practicing Witch for about 13 years. I am also a book-junkie. Combine the two and you find a person who spends way too much money on new books relating to Wicca, Magic, and the Goddess as they come out. I am perpetually on a quest for books which offer something unique as opposed to regurgitating the same old information.

"Be a Goddess" is definately unique.

Tradition states that one studies for "a year and a day" before dedicating oneself to Wicca. However very few books touch on this learning practice. Very few books attempt to guide someone, learning on their own, toward an organized learning process. In this title, Francesca De Grandis does that and more. There are 15 lesson chapters, complete with assignments and rituals, meant to each span one week of study and practice. By following this down-to-earth reference you will get a working practical knowledge of the Wiccan faith.

The book challenges the reader to look deep within, to examine the self. To look at how we view life, at our fears, our hopes, and how we connect to the Divine. We are challenged to find time in our daily life for Spirit, to make time for ritual, and to realize that everything around us is sacred, that everything is an opportunity to honor the Gods. What I like most about this text is that instead of focusing on simply the "book knowledge" of the religion, it goes into the spiritual work. This is something usually reserved for group training and left out of most beginner books.

What a glorious find!!!!

Whether you are studying Wicca for the first time or whether you are a seasoned Witch who simply wants to rededicate yourself to your chosen religious Path "Be a Goddess" can be of great assistance. It makes a wonderful addition to any magickal library as well as a lovely gift for a novice. All in all it is a fine example of what a Wiccan text should be! My one complaint is that it does put more focus on the female aspect of the Divine. If your tradition of Wicca reflects more of a balance of male/female, God/Goddess this may not make the best first reference.

In brief, Wicca is an earth based, nature oriented religion which honors the Divine as God and Goddess. It celebrates the cycles of the seasons and the phases of the moon. It teaches that we should live our lives striving to harm none. Please look for other articles I have written on this subject. (book review by Jiastar)

Download Franceska De Grandis's eBook: Be A Goddess

Books in PDF format to read:

Benjamin Rowe - Xxxi Hymns To The Star Goddess
Peter Carroll - Liber Kaos
Aleister Crowley - Absinthe The Green Goddess
Franceska De Grandis - Be A Goddess

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Heaven Is A Resting Place

I reject the mortal fear
Which brings on doctrine-strife,
For I have seen with poet's eyes
The Door twixt Death and Life.
I know not what might lie beyond;
That time is yet to come.
Heaven is a resting-place,
A home to journey from.

The churchmen argue overmuch
On who is out and in,
On how they should be organized,
And how their neighbors sin.
The flag is not the nation;
The whole is more than sum;
Heaven is a resting-place,
A home to journey from.

When God is shrunk to fit a Church,
The Greater Part is lost,
The Holy Ghost too oft gets thrown
When "heathen trash" is tossed.
If God's knocked down to Patriarch,
Full half of God's struck dumb.
Heaven is a resting-place,
A home to journey from.

I shall fear not for my friends,
Nor worry for my kin,
And when I face that bright-lit Door
I'll joyfully go in.
All those dear to me will join
The Feast of Friends to come:
Heaven is a resting-place,
A home to journey from.

Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson

Books in PDF format to read:

Emmanuel Swedenborg - Heaven And Hell
Georg Lomer - Seven Hermetic Letters
Lil Bow Wow - What Is A Warlock
The Troth - Heathen Bookhoard A Reading List

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Witch Words Poems Of Magic And Mystery

Book: Witch Words Poems Of Magic And Mystery by Robert Fisher

A Collection of witch poems, spells and charms for everything from curing cramp to Banishing fear. The editor has compiled four other anthologies for children - "Pet Poems", "Ghosts Galore", "Amazing Monsters" and "Funny Folk". Grade 3 Up Enchantment abounds in this rich poetry collection filled with the magic and mystery promised by the book's subtitle. Fisher has chosen a wide variety of verses by authors ranging from Shakespeare to two nine year olds who capture the mood of this genre. Some selections are sinister or gory; others offer scary fun, intriguing riddles, or captivating nonsense. There are several incantations including the one from ``Macbeth.'' ``Witch Nastee Spella's Hallowe'en Stew'' by Wes Magee and ``Recipe'' by Shelagh McGee show the fun involved in using language. Both could easily trigger student attempts at original poetry. Included also are selections by masters such as Walter de la Mare, Robert Herrick, Robert Graves, and Eleanor Farjeon. Old English ballads provide poetic music. Felts' pen-and-ink illustrations come alive on each page, offering humor, wonder, and mystery. These round out an excellent anthology which, like Fisher's earlier collections, Amazing Monsters (1982) , Ghosts Galore (1983) , and Funny Folk (1986, all Faber) , could hook youngsters on poetry.

Buy Robert Fisher's book: Witch Words Poems Of Magic And Mystery

Books in PDF format to read:

Lynn Thorndike - A History Of Magic And Experimental Science
Max Heindel - The Rosicrucian Mysteries
William Henry Davenport Adams - Witch Warlock And Magician Historical Sketches Of Magic And Witchcraft
Louise Jackson - Witches Wives And Mothers

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Another One For Jim Morrison

Where did he go, that vision-mad soul?
What did he see on his quest?
Who did he meet at the end of his night?
Why did he fail the test?

The shaman is old, a new must be found,
Take the young ones to a height.
Those who would be a shaman must jump.
The one who survives will be right.

He jumped--the serpent-strength filled his soul.
He jumped--the new lizard king.
He jumped--to the Lady he feared would be there.
He jumped--but rose not to take wing.

And I would now follow that worthy's descent,
would dare Medicine's dive.
For I love the path he blazed for us all,
But I, unlike him, shall survive.

jump--the snakes I feared buoy my soul.
jump--my spirit now sings.
jump--to the Lady I know will be there.
jump--can it be I've grown wings?

Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson

Also try this free pdf e-books:

Aleister Crowley - The Soul Of Osiris
Nick Farrell - Notes On Geomancy
Richard Weiss - Recipes For Immortality

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