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MOONLIGHT.

A Woman stands in her garden.
The wind lifts her white scarf into the air as the silver light rains down upon her.
In her upraised hand lies a six-sided crystal.
She gazes at the shimmering stone, sensing its erratic, disturbing vibrations.

As the breeze dies, it silences a stand of ancient pines that encircle the figure. 
The Moon seems to glow brighter, & the Woman feels its soothing light radiating down from the sky.

The stone calms.
Its bizarre vibrations diminish & then grow strong, uniting to form a single, regular pulsation of energy.

As the Woman holds the stone higher, its power spills down into her arms, flowing through her like a series of pleasant electric shocks.

She grows vibrant & powerful. 

After an unmeasureable time, the figure lowers the stone & impulsively touches it to her brow.

Her work is done.

Magic is as natural as stone, as real as our breath, as potent as the Sun.

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Morning Star

    In Nomine Dei Nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi, Ave Voluptartis Carnis

william blake

maiden

She who waits
She who hunts without hunting
She who will never be touched and not touch
She who returns to the womb of her mother
          the cave and the earth to seek silence and dark
          in the night, in the winter, the maze of the heart
          to renew her lone power, pledge love to herself
          and arise white and new from the earth again
She who courses the sky in the change of the moon
          who is crescent and disk, who is sickle and bowl
          turning back to herself
She is ever herself.

WBY

For everything that's lovely is

But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O Never give the heart outright,

For they, for all smooth lips can say,

Have given their hearts up to the play.

And who could play it well enough

If deaf and dumb and blind with love?

He that made this knows all the cost,

For he gave all his heart and lost.