Remember that story about how Crowley took Rose into the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid and impressed her by conjuring up all those spirit lights. And then how he asked (paraphrasing) “Yeah, but what’s the point of it?” There is a personal lesson in this and it is one that took me years...
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This is a picture of the reading room at the British Museum -possibly my most favourite place on the planet. One of the things I adore about living in London is it grants me unfettered access to the most dizzying collections of ancient and sacred artifacts -an occultist’s dream come true. Entry is free...
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This mini-rant is part of a much larger rant about how Pagans seem to have confused ‘spirituality’ with ‘medieval reenactment’. But seeing as I brought up the ‘r’ word, let’s start with a little creative visualisation: I invent a time machine and take you back to the Kingdom of Wessex in the ninth century....
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