Somewhere in inner space stands a doorway. Cross at exactly the thirteenth hour and you may find your own everywhen home, exactly as you like it. This is mine, a woodlands cottage I retreat to when I hanker after my fireside, books, candles and the aroma of food cooked on a real wood stove. It is a real place somewhere on the globe and also above it...
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The still room
No, not a room which doesn't roam, nor usually a silent room. Mrs Beeton would have known at once not only what kind of room it is, al...

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The Septagram is the symbol known as the “Seven Pointed Star.” It’s a particularly apt and powerful symbol for a complete planetary magick s...
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The yellow earth which makes the brick garden wall suffuses with warmth in the early afternoon, particularly on the west wall. I feel Samhai...
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A dream came to me which was more a visitation, the beloved came and wore a known face, one that would not be denied in its urgency to enter...
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