I was “accused” to be a Poet more than everything else.
I assume, like William Blake, that poetry is a magical way of telling things, even the worst ones, with beauty and grace.
I have never liked Spiritual Materialism, where Spirits (real or immaginary) exist only for the needs of people, invisible servants of desires.
Samsaric illusions of enchained slaves, human chewingums in the jaws of Shugal.
I was always fascinated by Spiritual contacts, knowledge and conversations with the Invisibles more than what I have to receive in exchange, for a mere personal and ethical code, a reflection of the absolute, trying to include an image of Godliness greater than the reflecting surface of the mirroring mind.
Often people ask me: ” what is the purpose of this Deity?”. Usually I reply “what is your own purpose of/in Life?”. Silence is the answer, worse than “I don’t know”.
There are only two approaches to the Esoteric worlds: the one of desperate needs and fear and the one of knowledge or Gnosis, Jnana.
They can also be entwined but always, rituals should be performed with joy and beauty, without lust of results. Those words are like alchemical dust to turn lead into gold, and diamonds. Because Magick is related to the Inner, to the real Nature of the Self and thus, magick is the action, way of beeing of all those magickal creatures seeking the True Wisdom and Perfect Happiness, the fulfillment of the Great Work…
With a Will stronger than steel, with Love without compassion but greater than Oceans, with a mixture of uttering darkness and shining starry light…
Valedictio ad omnibus haec visuris