Witchy Magic Circle by Marina Zrnic

  Foto de Max Muselmann en Unsplash Although every word of this story is as true as despair, I do not expect people to believe it. Nowadays a "rational explanation" is required before belief is possible. Let me then, at once, ofer the "rational explanation" which finds most favour among those who have heard the tale of my life's tragedy. It is held that we were "under a delusion," Laura and I, on that 31st of October; and that this supposition places the whole matter on a satisfactory and believable basis. The reader can judge, when he, too, has heard my story, how far this is an "explanation," and in what sense it is "rational." There were three who took part in this: Laura and I and another man. The other man still lives, and can speak to the truth of the least credible part of my story. I never in my life knew what it was to have as much money as I required to supply the most ordinary needs--good colours, books, and cab-fares--an...

Foto de Andrey K en Unsplash                              When I think about a shadow, I imagine a space of comfort, a shelter from the blazing sun, a moment to sit and refresh myself. A shadow is a silhouette from other dimensions and time systems, a stain seen on a clean cloth of our beings. A shadow is a dark side of our face, our past and our future. We stay in a shadow to keep safe, to work on our development and talk to ourselves. A shadow is a perfect and most gentle space to work on our craft.  To ground myself, I sit under a tree shadow, feel my roots creeping towards the center of the earth and my wishes opening their buds towards the center of my energy. There are times when we need a shadow in order to blossom.  As in any craft, there are certain ideal circumstances and the others, not so ideal. If we are to call a spiritual path to be a sort of a craft, then indeed we should be aware that s...

Foto de Aphiwat chuangchoem: https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/palillo-de-cigarrillo-en-monton-de-monedas-405082/ Human race, as a society, is not collectively accustomed to talk about death. We rarely mention it and we avoid talking about our dearest ones who have died. Death is something lingering far beyond, on the horizon of our lives, inevitable, yet far away. Some of us perceive death more than others, some are capable of communicating with it, and yet some are barely aware of it, until the very end. Death is the deepest secret, a well of our existence. We reflect our faces in the bottom of it, in dark mouldy water, but we are not capable of diving into it without dying. Many cultures avoid dealing with duality of the universe and our existence, underlying solemnly the light without being aware that without dark, there would not be any light and that without death, surely there would not be life. Traditional witchcraft recognises the duality of the universe and goes even further...

Foto de Filipe Delgado: https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/worms-eyeview-of-well-1601495/ "Verum usque in præsentem diem multa garriunt inter se Canonici de abscondito quodam istius Abbatis Thomæ thesauro, quern sæpe, quanquam adhuc incassum, quæsiverunt Steinfeldenses. Ipsum enim Thomam adhuc florida in ætate existentem ingentem auri massam circa monasterium defodisse perhibent; de quo multoties interrogatus ubi esset, cum risu respondere solitus erat: 'Job, Johannes, et Zacharias vel vobis vel posteris indicabunt'; idemque aliquando adiicere se inventuris minime invisurum. Inter alia huius Abbatis opera, hoc memoria præcipue dignum iudico quod fenestram magnam in orientali parte alæ australis in ecclesia sua imaginibus optime in vitro depictis impleverit: id quod et ipsius effigies et insignia ibidem posita demonstrant. Domum quoque Abbatialem fere totam restauravit: puteo in atrio ipsius effosso et lapidibus marmoreis pulchre cælatis exornato. Decessit autem, morte aliqu...