Folk practices, labeled often as superstitions even nowadays due to post-illuminist era, contains (taken cum grano salis) incredible insights and wisdom especially needful now, where and when everything and everyone seem to be too complicate and hysteric or very dry and materialistic. I see folk practices as George Deveraux and Tobie Nathan, cynic like Levi-Strauss but with the poetry of Frobenius, the respect of Fernando Ortiz, the tongue in cheek storytelling of Gerald Brosseau Gardner, the visions of William Blake and Carlos Castaí±eda.
We are our stories, our dreams, our hopes, our cultures. Folklore is the nectar of the old times, aged through years, experiences, struggles and changes, wars and loves, famine and mystics, beauty and needs, divine revelations to simple minds, charlatans and Saints.
I was told to believe in everything, simple and beautiful enough to be transmitted to new generations to guide Them and keep them safe from bigotry and money savagery, atheistic drugs leading to nowhere.
I will always stand with the fairies and the vanir, the Loas, the Enkisis, the Orishas, the greek Gods and the Roman Emperors, the Theriomorphic forces of Egypt and Ghosts of Akkad, Arabian Djinns, Exus, Ondines, Wendigos and Chinese Immortals, Tengus, Dakinis and Nathas, Kamis, Witches, Werewolves, Alchemists and Courtesans, Masons and Theurgy.
My deepest thanks to my teachers, mentors, brothers, sisters, enemies, detractors, fans, haters, sponsors, friends, lovers and students.
We have a lot to do, to preserve the past for the future…