Oh! Great Lady of Fascination! We arise in somnambulant awe and dance entranced as you glide slowly and softly through the Heavenly Dome and suffuse our presence with unfathomable desires for faerie worlds, where all...

The main reason why serious historical studies of the Rosicrucian manifestos and their influence have hitherto been on the whole lacking is no doubt because the whole subject has been bedevilled by enthusiasts for secret...

Worshiping the Devil is no more insane than worshiping God…It is precisely at the moment when positivism is at its high-water mark that mysticism stirs into life and the follies of occultism begin.

To return to the general analysis of the Rosicrucian outlook. Magic was a dominating factor, working as a mathematics-mechanics in the lower world, as celestial mathematics in the celestial world, and as angelic conjuration in...

Don’t call anyone a devil, because within you, you can experience hell and the devil, and the devil is nothing, but you!

When you start to notice the mystical, the mystical will start to notice you.

You only know me as an ordinary human being, with flesh, blood and bones, but there is something about me too hard for you to decipher, for if i let you, you will ever regret...

Witches are liberated from their own fears and limited thinking. In turn, their presence has the power to liberate and consciously expand others.

You won’t become what you want to be, else you become what you fear to be.

When a witch embodies self-love, her energy becomes magnetic and her sense of possibility becomes contagious.

I can see better when i close my eyes; don’t make much ado, that’s my latest style of view.

To resist and subdue Nature is to make for one’s self a personal and imperishable life: it is to break free from the vicissitudes of Life and Death.

Under the mystichood ofNameless Bride, we grope in Her Sacred Darkness for plasmatic encounter, the fifth ionized state of matter. Our mundane sight of differentation and separation recedes into the magickal Abyss of Blackness where...

Don’t regret your despondency in the shadows of evil, for the good light never did anything to erase your misery.

Light, Life and Love are like three glow-worms at thy feet: the whole universe of stars, the dewdrops on the grass whereon thou walkest!

The dolphins play, the whales sing: the unicorn dances. . . The Charm of the Unseen, the Barely Seen, the Hidden, descends cryptically upon all sentient beings. Your Blessed Charisma, Grateful Goddess, whether waxing or...

When the devil wants to punish his worshippers, he uses the trick of karma.

Perhaps enlightenment, technology and secularism haven’t cleared Europe of the oldest science of all – the occult.

Oh! Dione of Opalescent Skin Ethereal. Your oospheric containment disperses argentous streams of velvety rays that cradle recesses of soul in gossamer of beatific visions.La Luna! Your enigmatic smile. Your watery countenance stirs the imagination...

If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?

…spirituality alone will not take a man far in the Mysteries; he must have intellectual powers as well.

Goddess of immemorable cloudy veils, reveal your magickal powers so we may re-attune our psyches to your multi-dimensional realities and thereby draw your power to heal this worldly habitat and return it to the provocative...

Black Magick is the process of self-transformation through an antinomian initiatory structure, Black meaning the hidden wisdom, power of darkness, dreams and staging the reality you wish and Magick being the process to ascend, become...

Life is not a fairground, but a school. — Franz Bardon

The cool enchantment of evening has arrived after the prostrating heat of summer’s day and we lie quietly in anticipation of Your luminous appearance – Mysterious Selene, Whose Lunar Orb relieves the dark of night.

Quinn seemed to have become one of a jaded philosophical society, a group of arcane deviates. Their raison d’etre was a kind of mystical masochism, forcing initiates toward feats of occult daredevilry – “glimpsing the...

Old Hubert must have had a premonition of his squalid demise. In October he said to me, ‘Forty-two years I’ve had this place. I’d really like to go back home, but I ain’t got the...