The Spirit of Prophecy comes from the East, like the Dawn of a Golden Sun.
It stays alone in between the sands of times and ruins of ideas, people, fantasies and actions. It has a gentle Soul like a Dancer in a tent. Its richness and beauty is what you just see, being naught beyond and under the veil.
It utters names of invisible Gods and forgotten names, persons who are not anymore and keep the veil as limit, a trust to respect and avail.
Words of a saviour uncrossed.

Lvx Ex Septentrione, Shaikh Al Mahdi

Posted in Hermetica Italica

About Manuel Congo

A renowned Palero, Babalawo, Ajarn and Hougan, Manuel Congo lives in rural Italy, where he spends most of his free time touring on his custom Harley Davidson. An avid ethnographer and noted expert on Italian witchcraft, Manuel has spent decades working for elite clients around the world, conducting investigations in locales as far-flung as Togo and Thailand. He enjoys rainy days, BBQ and blondes.

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