Solve & Coagula

I. This is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth:
II. As below, so above ; and as above so below. With this knowledge alone you may work miracles.
III. And since all things exist in and eminate from the ONE Who is the ultimate Cause, so all things are born after their kind from this ONE.
IV. The Sun is the father, the Moon the mother;
V. the wind carried it in his belly. Earth is its nurse and its guardian.
VI. It is the Father of all things, the eternal Will is contained in it.
VII. Here, on Earth, its strength, its power remain one and undivided.
Earth must be separated from fire, the subtle from the dense, gently with unremitting care.
VIII. It arises from the Earth and descends from heaven; it gathers to itself the strength of things above and things below.
IX. By means of this one thing all the glory of the world shall be yours and all obscurity flee from you.
X. It is power, strong with the strength of all power, for it will penetrate all mysteries and dispel all ignorance.

XI. By it the world was created.
XII. From it are born manifold wonders, the means to achieving which are here given.
XIII. It is for this reason that I am called Hermes Trismegistus; for I possess the three essentials of the philosophy of the universe.
XIV. This is is the sum total of the work of the Sun.

– The Emerald Tablet – (translated by Sieveking from Fulcanelli‘s version) –

– Mercury, Vitriol, Saturn & Earth –

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Goblin Market

White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,
Like a rock of blue-vein’d stone
Lash’d by tides obstreperously,
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire,
Like a fruit-crown’d orange-tree
White with blossoms honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee,
Like a royal virgin town
Topp’d with gilded dome and spire

– Christina Rossetti – Goblin Market

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Baskania & Fortunatus

The dead hare casts an Evil Eye upon me.
(Ho lagôs me baskainei tethnikôs.)

– Pherecrates – Fragment 189 – (translation John H. Elliott)

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Death has […] the clothes of a poet and the smile of your best friend. She wears a top hat for fun, her Ankh necklace for power, and carries a big black umbrella for travelling to the “sunless lands”.
We talk about the “miracle of birth” but what about the “miracle of death”? We have the science of death pretty much figured out, but death’s magic and inevitability have been feared and ignored for a long time now.
What if Death is a person?

Neil Gaiman Death: The Time of your Life –

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Key to Hell

There must be a Hell. A place for demons. A place for the damned. Hell is Heaven’s reflection. Heaven’s shadow. They define each other. There must be a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning […]
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Neil GaimanSandman, “Season of Mists”

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La Flamme & le Lys

Au pied de la falaise
Où du soleil apparaissent
Les glorieuses armures du peuple
Revendiquant enfin son dû
La révolte débutée
Maintenant ravive la flamme
Du désir de la vérité
Et d’avenir libre et juste

Une éternité achevée
Se dresse devant les portes
Sculptées du destin vengeur
D’un peuple sous l’emblème réuni

ForteresseLa Flamme & le Lys

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Dea Marica

Dea Marica was a Roman Goddess associated with swamps, salt-marshes and bogs. She was considered the Goddess of enchantment & spellcraft, the wild woods, salt-marshes and their abundant wildlife.
Her name is thought to derive from “mari” which means “standing body of water”.

As a river Goddess and one who knew herbs well, she may also have had a healing and protective function, as evidenced by the many votive figurines found as offerings at her temple.

– partly sourced from the OGOD and Religion in Republican Italy by C.E. Schultz & P.B. Harvey –

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The Key to the Secret Garden

It was an old key which looked as if it had been buried a long time.
Mistress Mary stood up and looked at it with an almost frightened face as it hung from her finger.

“Perhaps it has been buried for ten years,” she said in a whisper. “Perhaps it is the key to the garden!”

– Frances Hodgson Burnett – The Secret Garden

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La Clef d’Argent

​​Then, one night, his grandfather reminded him of a key. The grey old scholar […] spoke long and earnestly of their ancient line, and of the ​​strange visions of the delicate and sensitive men who composed it. He spoke of the flame-eyed Crusader who learnt wild secrets of the Saracens that held him captive; and of the first Sir Randolph Carter who studied magic when Elizabeth was queen. He spoke, too, of that Edmund Carter who had just escaped hanging in the Salem witchcraft, and who had placed in an antique box a great silver key handed down from his ancestors. Before Carter awaked, the gentle visitant had told him where to find that box; that carved oak box of archaic wonder whose grotesque lid no hand had raised for two centuries.

H.P. Lovecraft The Silver Key

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Sel Noir

​​​​​​​​​​​Ever since antiquity, a great power has always been attributed to salt. Salt has been used by witches and cunning folks for many years to purify, protect and ward off negative energy.

In witchcraft the colour black is generally used for protection, banishing and warding.

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